Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 16:42:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Secret River <secret_rivers@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beirut-my-adventure: The Start - Chapter 1

Beirut - my adventure
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WARNING
This story involves Adult/child incest relationship.
If you are not 18 years of age or are offended by
this type of story, please do not read. Any
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The story is not totally true, it has some real characters. Most names have
been changed.
The Start - Chapter 1
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Beirut summer 1989, During the Lebanese war in a very Islamic conservative
neighborhood south of Beirut.


It was night, dark, hot, and sweaty.

Dusty, silent and scary.

But I was enjoying Beirut's night.. Marvelous evening at my balcony that
overlook a very quiet and small, dark and but old road street in one of the
most radical and conservative areas in the Islamic area south of Beirut.

Beirut was at that time in the middle of a very destructive war. I was
always attracted by Beirut and it lively cheerful life and its extremely
nice, friendly and HANDSOME men.

I was sitting in my balcony typing on my laptop and I was sure that I was
the only one who even touched computer on that street.. Beirut is very
wealthy city. But that street is quite exceptional because it is part of
the refugee camps that surround south of Beirut.  But I was maybe also the
only foreigner that had the courage to live on that street, even local
Lebanese were afraid to accompany me to enter that area. I was not afraid
because I know that the Lebanese are exceptionally friendly people even the
most radical ones, but I have to admit that there is lot of circumstances
that helped me to stay there, one of them was that I lied that I am Muslim,
and I also have pretty tanned skin that it does not classify my as totally
'outsider'.

I had very good experience in dealing with similar culture and especially
the Lebanese culture. I have lived for while north of Beirut in the
Christian area, even it is totally different that that neighborhood because
north of Beirut is close to be like Paris than be a scary street, with it
is extremely educated and wealthy and fashionable (and also sooo handsome
people)

Let tell you about my current neighbors.

This small street is inhabited with very little Islamic refugees, some of
them came from Palestine and others from the Bekaa valley in Lebanon. Not
many people lived there, it was like ghost area, and this is why it was
very scary. Most of the families share houses with other families and
sometimes they even share the room. They move from building to building
once the previous one fall down.

But it is not the same situation in my house where I stay. I have two large
rooms; very bad conditions but at least I have space.. I have balcony,
which is also a luxury addition for buildings in that area. My building is
not much crowded due that it is owned and inhabited by the most respectable
family in that street, the family of Abu Ahmad, the highest religious
personality in the street. He and his sons occupy the whole building
(except my two rooms). I only have to share the bath with his youngest son
Ali and his family..

I have been in this house for 6 months. And my life has changed
dramatically in this building. Here where I discovered another hidden side
from Beirut's culture and society other then the wealthy and fashionable
one which are often exclusive for Christians. I discovered the extremely
weird but interesting and extremely hot, family sexual life..

Let me start by telling you about the man and his family (the owner's
youngest son) that I have shared with them the bathroom..

I have met him three days after my arrival.. He helped me (not free) in
settling down and moving some of my stuff that I will need in my work in
that area (out of subject!).. So, we got to know very well each other (our
names and what he looks like). He is a really fit handsome dark skinned
guy. 180cm, light beard, dark short hair and always smiley..  Dark
eyes.. And hyperactive..

He taught me how I will manage to get my things in that street. He showed
me the best places to shop, to eat and even to pray (which I learned when I
was there but I succeeded to manage it)

He has three wives (YES 3!) but only two sons and one daughter. His first
wife is actually his aunt, a fat old lady 20 year older then him, she was
his first wife but he had no kids from her. The second one is a cousin
also, around his age, fit and really sexy and has lesbian look, she is the
mother of his two sons. The third is a 14 years girl, he married her one
year ago and he has daughter from her..

His two sons are 13 and 14 years old.. Very cute little guys.. Hyperactive
with fit body, copy of their father..

You directly see that his father is not at all a typical resident of that
street. He is always smiley, which is not something common in that area. He
is very friendly, also is not easy to be friendly there. He has very weak
shy personality, which also it is not something common because that society
is a man society. Extremely man domination. No presence for women.. But as
I said, he is not like that. And this what I discovered later..

Two weeks from my arrival. It was quiet night.. I laid down on my chair on
the balcony.  and then Ali joined me.. I offered him some of wine which he
refused at the beginning and then I convinced him to drink alcohol which is
forbidden in his religion and his society.

And we went on and on. I was first a good speaker.and then I went to be a
perfect listener. and suddenly he started crying. and it seems that the
wine took its effect and helped Ali speaking out his hidden.

He went on and on... and he told me about his youth.. Childhood.

He was so sensitive in what he spoke. And I felt that he was also very
careful and he is hiding something very important from me. I couldn't guess
what was it. I was sure that it is something very important for him and
then I started to guess that he is something related about his sexual life
because he started to mention something about his wives and how much they
were in need of sexual needs that he was not able to offer..

It was something weird for man to talk like that in such culture. So I went
on, I asked him why? Is he having problem in getting hard?  I didn't want
to ask if he is gay because it is unspeakable issue in that part of the
world...

He didn't give answer. Then and actually after long moment of silence, he
told me that he don't like his two older wives. He is only attracted to the
young one.

I asked him: " no problem, that is normal, she is pretty, young and
attractive. So for sure you will be attractive to her and you will forget
others. It is maybe something unusual her, but it is something normal in
the western work where there is only one girl beside you"

He said: "No, because here is the problem. I Am not able to reach her. She
is a property for my father. I married her but my father is the one who is
taking care of her sexually. I am not allowed to even touch her. I am only
allowed to have children from her but after my father permission."

I said: " Oh, I don't understand such things. Please explain. You are her
husband, so why your father is sleeping with he?"

He answered: "You have to understand that the older man in the house is the
man who have the full authority on you, your family and everything around
you. He can't have what ever he wants. We should listen and follow his
rules. And to tell you more, I had also sexual affair with him. He
sometimes feels horny about guys. So he asks me to serve him and you know
then what will happen. So, it is my duty and I have to do it. I don't see
that it is something wrong. Maybe it is wrong for you, but not for me. I
don't think about it that I like it or not. I think about it as duty only."

I was chocked, but also he convinced me .

I couldn't comment on what he has said. He went on by telling me what
usually happen to him: "I was 5 years old when my father got into my bed
and asked me to play with his dick. I hardly remember what happened, but I
know that it had been few months after the death of my mother and I was the
youngest one and we had no sisters at that time because all of them got
married before. So I kept playing with his dick regularly. He taught me how
to jerk him off. How to make him enjoy it. And later how to suck it. He
taught me how I should suck it and what should I do."

He explained everything in details. He showed me everything with a regular
voice and no embarrassment. He pictured the photo n details with his
fingers. I was really amazed on how he accepts what is happening. So I
didn't comment. I haven't said anything about my fantasy to older men. But
I really thought about his story, real or not, as very hot story. Then he
stood up, and he was ready to leave. I noticed something. He had a hard on
and he was also sweating. I dint understand it, but I was sure that what he
has told was something he likes.

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