Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2004 13:41:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu fist <aihufist (at) yahoo (dot) com>
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.


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