Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2005 13:59:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: Hamam 2 Me and Redouane. So, that's how I grew up. I found out how to get more joy out of life now that I knew my body was more than just a zob to pee with. I got obsessed with, you may say. I would scan the gardens or souk and medinah for tourists. I don't know why, but for some reason I only met with those zamels who came from England, France, Holland, Belgiium, Germany and even the USA. I heard Tangiers was the place for foreigners hunting for a nice butt like mine. Unfortunately, I had no money and my dad wouldn't allow me to go anywhere as he needed me on the boat, of course not only for the work as you may have understood by now. One day, I can remember as yesterday, someone beckoned me into his shop. I was not afraid as most of the fellow citizens always invite for a cup of mint tea. -I am Redouane, he said. I have seen you many times around. You seem to have lots of free time and not working. You are thirteen I guess, handsome with gazelle eyes. You like a maiden ready to marry, if I may say so. I blushed, because gazelle is usually referred to when talking about beautiful girls. -Sit down my dear, and drink your tea. I was thirsty and took a few nips of my cup. It was soothing me as the heat was sweltering outside. The young man was looking at me as if he could see my naked body. I could tell he wanted me badly. -Chouf (Look), habibi (friend, love), I offer you commission of five percent on every tourist you bring to my shop and you can stay here in the night and have food too. What do you think? -I have to ask my dad first. -That's no problem, isn't it? While he was saying this he had his hand on my inner thigh already. Had it not been for my past I would have ignored this gesture as we Arabs are very physical when we talk. He held my hand and put it in his. He was black like a Negro but beardless. Maybe he was a descendant of the slaves, I don't know. It sounded a good idea to be away from the life on sea and the scope of meeting more handsome tourists was really exciting. All of sudden I felt a little drowsy and told him so. He straight away got worried. -Oh dear, dear, please lay down. Poor boy, running up and down like this in this heat. You shouldn't exhaust yourself like that, my boy. My lips were quivering and my tongue got thick, I was unable to utter one word. As I looked in his eyes I only saw the white of them which started to get blurry, creamy white floating into the room like it was a cloud. I heard music and then nothing no more. Redouane smiled while he carried the boy to the bedroom. A roar of laughter, like a king who had just won another war echoed through the house. Rashid lay there like an innocent Bambi, on huge couch. Redouane stood there for a while looking at him, thinking what a beautiful specimen he had caught today. He must be dreaming and seeing things spectacular, which even I have no idea in which dimension he is journeying, he thought. He sank to his knees and unbuttoned Rashids dirty shorts. Shoved down to his ankles and pulled them over his equally dirty feet. His red imitation Lacoste T-shirt was holed from the back to the front. As he pulled it over his head he saw that Rashid was still imberbe, no hair in his armpits. He was breathing heavily and so was Redouane. Now he lay bare naked and Redouane couldn't withhold touching this Angelic coffee colored face and ribbed gummy lips that were drooling with saliva. Redouane closed his eyes and let his hand descend like a blind one to the chest, which was vibrating very fast. His hear was pumping. Lower still near his belly button he began to make tiny circles getting slowly closer to his groin. To his surprise he collided with a proud boner. The shaft was firm and smooth. His eyes could not remain closed. Instinctively he bowed his head and lashed his tongue sideways up and down this Moroccan Lingam. Why was it hard that fast? He thought. The tea was maybe too strong. Maybe he is half conscious and feels what I am doing? He got up and moved to the kitchen where he frantically scoured all the cupboards for something he needed right now. He came back in a hurry with olive oil and put in on the kitchen table. The leapt back to Rachid and stuck his hands under his bum and back and moved him to the table too. The table was covered with couscous at least three inches thick. Redouane poured more couscous over Rashids body and rubbed it in with the oil which he brought on with both hands. He rubbed and rubbed, the nipples, his tummy, his arms with such fervor as if he went crazy. Now Rashid was turned onto his tummy, ass cheeks full of it, it was all glistening. Redouane, himself had worked hard and sweated so much, he decided to take his jeans off. A huge motherfucker of cock sprang out of his briefs. He didn't lose time to soothe it. Hush, hush, he spoke to his pecker. Soon, you get what you are after. As he pulled the body near the rim of the table, his dick got even more jerky and uncontrollable. Redouane was giving a massage to the left cheek, then the right, took the bottle of oil and poured it empty between the cheeks. His jeans, he had thrown away, his shirt too. Black shining muscular chest was gleaming like the devil's ass. With both hands he nearly tore Rashids cheeks apart. It was awesome; the sheer beauty of this sphincter would make us all come before we even touched. Again, Rashid was turned on his back, his legs pushed to his chin. Redouane spat on his own, ever increasing cock. The glans appeared as pink as Rashids fourth eye. Redouane's balls were swinging when he aimed and thrusted for the black hole. Bingo, in one shot he dove and dug his stud into Rashids manhole. Rashid didn't wake up, didn't feel a thing. He saw castles and flowers, princes on black stallions and oceans with gods in the most spectacular colors. Redouane, pumped, his ass twitching with ecstasy. He bent over and nibbled Rashids nipples for a while nearly ripped them of, pushing on, licking the childlike chest of Rashid, biting, squeezing his hips, lapping his thighs, knees and finally kissing him. The tongue gave way, no resistance and then...Redouane roared again with a last forward movement, only to take Rashid and keep him right up his cock moving him up and down like if he were a yoyo. This was the best couscous of my life, he murmured. He took him to the shower and cleaned him with the best soap he had. Rashid was still dreaming. He woke up only at midnight, neatly dressed in a silk djelabah, naked underneath, a golden ring on his middle finger and a fez on his head. –What happened to me, Redouane? –Nothing my dear and everything. You fell asleep; I think you had a sun stroke. Look, how I took care of you, you look like e a prince, no one of your friends has a djelabah like that. I am sure you dreamed of kings and princes, didn't you. -How do you know, Redouane? - I know many things, I know you inside out, and this afternoon you revealed everything to me, my secret, you know. You are my gazelle, and if you stay with me I'll give you much more. Now hurry, eat your Tajine and go to the harbor, it's time for you to work with your dad. Tomorrow you bring me the answer. Bring him over here, we'll have Tajine. That's how I got myself a new job and friend. I really saw princes and they were all naked making love to the kings. I still feel how one king made love to me. It was as if my whole body was filled with honey, I hope I will have one dream again at Redouane's place. One day I will bring him a true tourist zamel and take a ride with him. I have naughty ideas about what to do with a tourist zamel. Blindfold him and tie him to a tree and put a carrot up his zamel cunt, we could take turns with other friends of mine, invite my dad and Azzedine. That would be great. But I don't know if Redouane would like that. I first have to get to know him better. Come and see next week... Will Redouane do it again? Will Rashid capture a tourist? Just write me whether you want to hear more at: Aihufist@yahoo.com