Sunday, 25 May 2014

Happy endings…

After an action packed weekend, I decide to take some quiet time and enjoy a massage and “hammam maghrebi”, which is the local version of a Turkish bath.  The massage is quietly efficient, then the guy says “I will hand you to the Lebanese now”, passing me a bathrobe and opening the door.  Standing outside is the proverbial Arabic wet dream.  Tall, fit, late 20's, and a killer smile greets me, right down to the ‘soccer player’ haircut, and all of this with just a towel wrapped around his waist.  Slightly dazed by both the massage and my sudden good fortune, I am escorted to the wet area, where the guy indicates the slab and says “I will return in 10 minutes.  No need for shorts”.  Naked, I lie down and soak up the heat and steam, until he returns and begins to lather me.  As he works his hands over my body, I get to check him out.  All that I mentioned - nicely muscled without being ‘too much’, and now clad in a pair of tiny shorts that emphasize both his flat stomach and what appears to be a fairly impressive package.  His hands continue to work my body, tantalizingly close to my now-stirring cock, when he murmurs “don’t be upset”, and begins to work the lather onto my cock and balls before slapping me and instructing me to turn over.  He continues his attentions, sliding his fingers down my back and legs, then up into my crack, gently massaging my balls from behind.  With a slap on my rump he again informs me “I will return in 10 minutes” and departs the room…

I must have drifted off, because next I know, he is back in the room and beginning to scrub me down.  This is quite aggressive, and my hard-on quickly deflates, until I am again instructed to lie on my back and the second soaping begins.  This is often the most enjoyable part of the hammam experience, being tenderly washed like a child and gently manipulated on the slab, all with the attendant frisson of  “will he or won’t he”.  Turns out he will.  Assiduous in his attentions, he is gently working foam all over my body, but noticeably not touching my cock or balls.  Working his way down to my feet, he then pushes them back towards my hips, so that my knees are raised and parted as I lie on my back.  He now begins to work my thighs, stroking downwards towards my ass, and slowly working his soapy hands on my cheeks and taint, stirring my cock back into life.  I open my eyes and look down, where I see the guy is crouched naked between my legs, his impressive piece of meat jutting upwards, its size emphasized by the fact that, despite his hairy chest, he is shaven below.  Seeing my eyes open, he smiles, and begins to work alternate thumbs into my hole, pushing and pulling at my cheeks as he moves his thumbs in and out, and stroking my sack with the free hand.  He then works his way up my torso, capturing my rock hard cock between his forearms as his hands begin to stroke my chest.  As he reaches my shoulders, he drops his weight down to straighten my legs, sliding his cock between them and starts to hump me.  I clench my thighs in order to encourage him, and as he clutches me he begins to grind against me, slipping and sliding due to the suds, but all too quickly spasming and shuddering as he shoots his load between my legs.  Holding position, he brings a hand around and begins to stroke me, holding both my cock and his own still hard member in the same hand, using the soap to bring me to a quick and violent orgasm as I lie pinned beneath him.  From my time in Beirut, maybe this is an MO?


From here he is all business, gently cleaning us both up and finishing the routine.  As I depart, he hands me his number and asks me “to return soon”…

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