Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2004 13:41:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu fist Subject: Hammam Hammam by Aihu Fist It was Friday evening and I had been strolling near the docks of Essaouira port. The sun lit up the masts of the fishing boats. Seagulls hovered over the decks spying to get hold of a fish in a split second. I was roaming around with nothing to do. Then I saw this stranger who hung around here 2 days ago always smiling at me. He had blond hair and a broken nose. Maybe he was a boxer in his country? He wore shorts too, like most tourists. The other day I had seen him leading a tour group. I pretended to be there by coincidence. He winked at me. Nobody ever winked at me in Essaouira except for those zamel -- Moroccans. Could it be that this white man was one too? Now that I saw him, winking again I was hoping he was one. I am not a zamel, I a sure. I just like being around men who are nice to me. My other friend from school sat on the deck with me, both of us bored like hell. The man had a camera and took a few shots of us. We were stars! We liked it. In perfect French, he asked us where we lived, how old we were, if we had any brothers, older ones or young ones and if our house was nearby. He was very curious. Why did he pay so much interest in us? But at the end of the day I knew he liked me best. My friend was kind of fat and not attractive at all. He was only with me because he had no others who liked him. I did't care whether he had a fat ass or a bobbing tummy. We walked over to him and first thing he did, was stroking me through my hair. His shorts looked expensive, as I observed it; I saw that it was made of soft silk. The sun made it look like gold leaf fluttering in the wind. As it did I noticed his huge zob -- inside. He wasn't wearing anything under it. It was shocking the way it was growing. He must have realized this, as all of a sudden he covered it with his wide t-shirt. He laid his hand over my shoulder, which made me shiver instantly, because I wasn't prepared for such intimacy with a stranger. I told my friend to go home, because I felt something special was about to happen. Rasjid did't ask me why, he obeyed me like a puppy, as always. I did't quite understand French, I had never learned it. ' Bonjour', 'au revoir' and 'merci' was all I knew. But this man made gestures and told me over and over: 'hammam? '. So I took him there through our medina labyrinth. Since I was smaller I wanted to keep hold of him so I grabbed him from behind with my left arm to show him the way. That's how I grabbed the left cheek of his butt. He did't mind, on the contrary, he did the same with me instantly. I blushed, I think. He then said: 'Zouin' and pointed at my face. Again I blushed. He looked at me with the same stare I had seen in the eyes of the men who used to sail with my father. But this man was unlike the wild men, with unshaven faces and sweaty bodies. Those used to tickle me before I went to bed, and in bed they continued this game until I fell asleep. They too had difficulties hiding their desire to play around with me. But I was not paying much attention to it. I was only 10 then. I do remember one guy, who once was alone with me, as my father had taken the smaller boat. I was told to stay with Mahmud, a fifteen-year-old boy helping out cleaning the deck and preparing the meals. I didn't like to be left behind with him. He was very rude and spiteful. One time he ordered me to clean the floor, naked, because I had spilt some milk on his pants. But, it was all the fault of the ship that was jumping about on a wild sea. He refused to listen to my pleas and sorries. Every time I was alone with him, he found a new trick on me. I was ashamed to tell my father about it, he wouldn't believe me anyway. For some reason Mahmud was always right. Soon the other men found out about his games. Knowing that I had no protection from my father they let not off teasing me. I believe that's why they were also sleeping with me. They had my father's approval. Nearly all of them were naked. I felt something hard against my bum, but I never dared to ask what it was neither did I turn around to see as they barked at me that I should sleep. The wetness between my thighs in the morning felt all sticky. They shrugged their shoulders and told me that they too had this and put my little hand between their thighs too feel it. True it was sticky. It was the spirit of a fish that laid its eggs there to breed more male fish, they explained. If I slept naked from the beginning, they said, they would take care of it and see to it that the fish wouldn't come near me again. So I started sleeping naked since. But the wetness moved to other places, such as my chest, mouth and between my butt cheeks. I stopped asking what it was and learned to live with it. This was what I thought when glancing at this stranger walking next to me. He had nearly hairless legs, or had he shaven them? People were staring at us; of course we drew a lot of attention as not all of the whites run around with a boy of my age. After all, I was only 11. Some merchants whispered to me things like: 'take good care of him, maybe he's rich' or: 'be careful he has a big zob'. Discretely we entered a Hammam, which, as far as I know, didn't know my father or any of my family. I lived outside the center of Essaouira. I showed him where to pay and where to undress. He looked a bit uneasy and nervous. But as soon as he saw me in my undies, he felt reassured. He then took over command of the situation. As if he had been coming here all his life, he maneuvered me to a corner where we both sat down. We had a hot bucket of water and a sponge. He laid me down on my back and started watering me with the sponge. It felt so good, he did't leave my body one minute. As he moved over, down to my underwear, I saw he was swallowed a few times. Then he pushed the sponge softly on my little zob then pushing my thigh away into a v shape. He finished my feet and left the sponge near the bucket. He then took my liquid soap and rubbed his hands in it. He redid the whole movement but in a slower, more insistent manner. My body grew hot, not because of the sauna heat, but because of something I had never experienced before. When his fingers nearly nibbled at my nipples I almost moaned it out. He hadn't said a word, but sometimes he glanced around, I think to see if some of my countrymen were spying on him. I sensed he was up to something, but what? It just felt good I couldn't care. No one said something to him or frowned upon him washing me. He was like my father just taking care of me. I had soap buds allover my body. He moved near my side so that his back blocked the view of the others on my body parts. He had his fingers placed on my crotch and let them linger there longer than necessary. He drew and pushed the waistline of my underwear to my pubes. 2 fingers snaked towards my pubes and caressed the sides of my soft but hardening shaft. I looked up at the ceiling, but when he touched my balls I suddenly jerked my head upward without a uttering a sound. Allah, my undies were totally transparent full of soap and a hell of a boner building a tent in front of my almighty. I looked up at him, he winked again, but the stranger continued. His other hand was within the spread thighs at the cleft right under my nut sack. He pushed one finger in, taking the textile with it. I spread my legs even further. Then he pushed me and made gestures to go and lie on my belly. Water was poured over my back, the hot floor kept my whistle in shape under my tummy. He seemed to kind of massage me, pressing his hands real hard on my butt cheeks, again pulling my underwear halfway over my butt. As I looked under my left armpit I saw the face of an older man washing a wee little boy. The old man gave me a thin smile; while he did he pulled his trousers down from the front and showed me a monster of cock glistening with sticky water. I looked away straight to the other side right into the corner. I felt the stranger's left hand slither into the cleft of my wet ass; he parted the cheeks abruptly as in frenzy. I wondered how he dared to do this, what if some men saw it? He kept on pouring water and rubbing me with soap. Then he turned me on my back again and made me sit on my butt. As more people got to sit around us he must've thought that it was time to go. I took him outside back to where I met him. I left him straight after. My mother was preparing a special tajine for me because today it was my birthday, I would turn 12. Today, I have turned into a real man. ' At night, I'd look at the 20-dirham note, the stranger had given me. Maybe he had known it was my birthday. I never saw him again, but my hunger for this lovely feeling of tickling between my legs and underneath my nut sack had me looking for more. Now that I was 13, I was the boss in the house. I had 4 younger sisters and 3 little brothers one of 7, one of 9 and another of 10. They all looked up at me. I knew how to bully them, I had learned it form my father. My dad was always fishing and sometimes he took me along. Now that I have experienced how attractive I am for some men, I do remember the way other men looked at me on the boat. They used to slap me on the butt so often or pinch me there. I never gave it a thought. I also recall how sometimes they were lying together on a bunk laughing or giggling so often. They didn't wear much in the night in bed, a piece of old-fashioned underwear. Young men used to make fun of a 15 year old and pull his pants down whenever they saw him making up his bed. We were on sea sometimes for weeks and the whole cabin had a very special odor. They used to rub themselves between the legs, because it was too hot in the cabin, they told me. Many a times I woke up totally naked between them. I never knew why, but when I was awake they were still asleep and were snoring. Last year, I was wet between my legs nearly every night. I got ashamed because they made me stand up still naked and my father forced me to dance like a harem girl. I just swiveled and motioned my hips and jumped a bit so they would let me go quickly. But they started liking it so much it became an evening routine. I guess they felt bored because we had no TV or any other things around. Now, that I think about it, I know that what I felt with this stranger felt like what I felt with my fathers friends on the sea. I never thought that those men had always fancied me. Maybe I should go more often with my father. I started to wonder too about why my father liked Mahmud so much. Mahmud always slept with my father and I had to sleep with the 3 men. I lay there as a sausage pressed between a hairy belly and a soft butt. But in the morning I found myself between 2 pressing bellies with one hand on my butt cheeks and another on my chest. Framed like a tuna fish. I hated the smell of their sweaty bodies, but worse was the stickiness of their underwear. My father jeered me on when I was dancing and they put money in my belt just like for real. Something strange happened to me as I was thinking of all this. I was getting hot as if I had a fever. My little brothers slept next to me. I lay in the middle; the moonlight fell on the bed sheets through a slit in the curtains. Lahiri, only ten was my favorite brother, we got along best. Then to my other side lay Redouan and Abdelatif. I don't know why, but I started caressing my brother Lahiri as if I were that stranger. I continued the same movements, circles over the nipples, getting lower nearing his briefs. I felt the heat rising in my loins. I had no idea what overcame. Lahiri made a purring sound and rolled on his side. I realized that my penis was getting as hard as a conch, so I stripped it down to my ankles. I continued my play with Lahiri. He just purred some more. As I was naked in the dark and no one could see I did't feel a bit ashamed, but I couldn't bear the idea of my brothers being clothed either. So in one move I stripped my brother bare. I as moved closer to not wake him up pulling down his briefs I suddenly touched his but with the tip of my zob. A sizzling, shot through my spine. I tried again and again, before I knew as was making repetitive thrust moves. Don't ask me why, but I just did it. I spat in my hand and put in on my circumcised sob. The tip of my zob danced against the cleft of my brother's rear end. I closed my eyes and put my arms around him. I moved faster and faster, it itched everywhere. I sensed I bumped against something ribbly. Allah, I was reaching his shit hole. I withdrew, put my finger in it and I was right, it was his butt hole. Now I was feverish allover and I went on, not knowing why, animal like I needed to continue. Now my tip got half inside his hole and pushed slowly inward. I my brother seemed to want to squeeze me in but he still slept. I pushed a bit more, while sighing in his neck. I spat again, withdrew, and rubbed my finger into this soft tunnel entrance. His ass was clean because he'd just taken a bath at the hammam. I slid in again and again, I lost count of how many times, but it sure made me sweat all over. My mind was racing and all kind of images swam through my brain. Laughter, gurgling sounds, spasming faces of the men on the boat even my father appeared briefly- almost naked and very hairy. All of a sudden I cramped up, my body shuddered as if 2000 volts went through my zob. I swear by Allah I had never felt this before, I slowed down as I started to pant. My zob was still hard but was losing power. I pulled out of the cave; I thought I was pissing inside my brother. The sheet under me got kind of wet with stains and my zob and my brother's ass were sticky. Sticky?? No, no, I cannot be true, no. I don't believe it. Is this what they done to me when I was about nine till now? They have treated me like a zamel, they used me when I was sleeping the way I just did with Lahiri. Lahiri was still sleeping by the way. I will tell him about the fish laying eggs between his legs. The same story, he will believe it and I will be able to continue with him and my younger brothers. I looked at them now. They were so cute. I dried myself clean and went to sleep. My father called me early in the morning to help him clean the deck of his boat. It was months ago since he took me out on the open sea. The wind did't promise a good catch, but I had nothing to do. Once on the sea I relished the salty air and the seagulls making these funny noises. They were thieves, always trying to snatch away the best fish we had. As we caught no fish and the night set we all withdrew to the cabin. Mahmud was playing domino with my dad. Azzedine, who was about twice my age, lay on his tummy watching the scene. Norredine, moustache and beard and hairy chest, was puffing the water pipe. The oil lamp just gave a dim light. It seemed so cozy. We even forgot about being on sea except for the regular swaying of the boat. Let's go to bed, my dad said. Mahmud, hurry up here, next to me and you Rasjid get undressed and go to sleep to. I was near to my briefs when my jeans got down. Suddenly Norredine gave me a slap on my rear cheeks. 'Zid, ' (move) he hissed. Azzedine pulled me over to his side and in no minute Norredine lay next to me at the right side. Mahmud murmured something and my dad murmured back to him: shut up and move over.' The light went out and only moonlight shimmered through the small windows. I usually felt straight a way asleep, but this time I wanted to find out about the fish. I wanted to see the fish come to me and take care of me. I close my eyes and waited. After about 15 minutes I heard my father's voice: Is he sleeping? Yes, answered Norredine, like a baby. Ok, I heard my dad whisper. Come on Mahmud, turn around and don't make any sound, or you lose your job, understood. For a while it was quiet, but then I heard my father heave and cough. Shortly after that a short crying of Mahmud and then it was still again. Moose, I heard my dad say. What was he doing? But having barely questioned that, I felt someone tug at my briefs. I was Azzedine's hand on my butt. His fingers felt like sandpaper on my skin. Help me pull it down, Norredine. He whispered over my shoulder. Norredine's fingers went softly over to my navel and stuck his finger behind the waistband and gradually tugged it down. 'Kssh, ' something said. The sound of a lighter wasn't far away from my pelvis. We used no blankets so now I was stark naked between two men. Oh, he's so nice and zouin, this half son of mine. The last word wasn't dead when I felt a warm hand on my pelvis. It moved another foot toward my halves. My father was actually caressing me! Put on his back and hold his legs in the air, will ya? Yes the others said. Mahmud, come here, it's time for you to become a man, and I have used you long enough now. You think of a lady when you take him. It's all the same, anyway. Once you prepared him he's all ours. He turned 12 3 months ago. Before we only used to fuck him between the thighs for his own virgin sake, but now it's time for him to feel what real sex is like. Get on your knees and go ahead. I still kept my eyes closed, but when I felt Mahmuds spit against my puny hole, I had to look through my eyelashes. I saw Mahmud bending over between my knees and then curve his back and toss his head backward and umph, he got inside me. I pretended to be asleep, moaning and moving my ass, as he got deeper. 'Easy, Mahmud, ' I heard my dad say. 'It's his first time, don't brutalize him too much or he will wake up. ' So, he still cared for me even though he was only like a stepfather to me. Mahmud, slowed down his pace with me, I felt his zob pulsate like a snake looking for a place to hide. Then suddenly he cramped and shifted gear. He gasped for air and moved out quickly. It's my turn now, my dad whispered to the others. Turn him on his stomach. As if I was stuck on a skewer my body was suddenly rolled over. I heard someone spitting, my dad of course, while some rough fingers poked my buttocks apart. More, he ordered. A brute finger found my Maghrebine rose and needled it open. Another spitting sound while at the same time I was taken by surprise. My dad moved his dick forward like a submarine and I couldn't resist or yell. I was used and abused like fucking doll. Until, I could take no more, and yelled it out with pain. I wanted to look back but Norredine nailed my head down. My father slid out of me in a minute and someone else- Azzedine? took over. He was moaning of pleasure. I was lucky that his zob was thinner and smaller. I enjoyed it at last. 'Zid, zid, ' (move, move) he shouted as if he was riding a camel. He turned me on my side and he went with me. Norredine said: 'open your mouth, please, my little darling, I need you so badly.' I did and I sucked his hot meat in my warm mouth. Below and above, I was taken by 2 men. 'Do you like it my little brother? ' Two fish are going to lay their eggs in you, any time soon. Then as they increased the rhythm all of a sudden they froze simultaneously and shot their juices far in my orifices. It was the most wonderful experience I have ever known. Exhausted they fell down next to me, the liquid dripping out of my hole and mouth. Now I knew where the fish was coming from, only they had changed places form in-between my thighs to my lovely ass and well-formed mouth. My father pretended he had nothing to do with it, we never spoke about it and I couldn't tell him that I knew he had raped me. But the feeling of lust had grown as fire in a forest. I started scouring the city for men. In the end I found another tourist. It was in a public toilet where we did it. As he was sucking me at full speed and enjoying it, I saw a man appearing behind him. The guy raised his djelabah and gestured to continue to the tourist, who was taken by surprised and nearly wetted his pants in fear. I recognized the old man as the one who had shown me his zob in the hammam. He moved closer to the tourist and motioned the tourist to come and suck his zob. The tourist refused and the old man got angry. 'Tell him, that if he doesn't do it, I will call the police for you both. You, go and stand by the door and tell us if someone comes near. So, I did. It was exciting to see two grown-ups do it with one another. I could learn from them. Moose, he ordered the young tourist. He was a backpacker, very sexy, about 20 years old with blond hair. The old man had little patience with him and moved him into a corner with his head toward the wall. I had to translate all he said. Move your pants down, the old man barked. The white young man did and he was really scared now. Underneath his jeans he had beautiful blue underwear. The old man tore it away and pushed his white ass open. He jacked his old zob inside and started pushing. Allah, I swear, my eyes were popping out of my head. What a feast to see these guys do it. For ten minutes he heaved and sighed and moaned, fucking the young man with no oil. The young man started crying, but the old man kissed him on his lips. Now they were facing each other, both dicks hanging limply. The man didn't cry anymore but beckoned me to come and suck his zob. I ran for it. While I sucked him off he continued to kiss the old man and then suddenly he squirted his load into my mouth. All 3 of us were satisfied and went home happily. We had been lucky that no one had disturbed us. Everyday I was on the prowl, I had lots of white man paying me presents and fucking me at the cinema too. I became a pro and earned more money then my dad does in a month. He still screws me while I pretend to be asleep. Mahmud and I have become real close ever since I told him I knew my dad fucks him. So, I fuck him too, anytime I want. I run the boat now when my dad is gone. You want to hear more on this let me know at: