This story is about a brief, unexpected sexual encounter in a foreign location. The narrator is middle-aged but in pretty good physical shape, and he meets a very attractive bath attendant who ends up offering him more than a typical bath. Please don't read this if you are under eighteen or are offended by stories involving male-male sexual activity.
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A Hammam to Remember
This was my third visit to Istanbul, and it was the best one yet. It's a beautiful city, and quite exotic, since it literally straddles the border between Asia and Europe. My first time there was over 20 years ago, and I remember seeing donkeys in the streets, along with Cadillac and Mercedes Benz limousines. Most women wore black, from head to toe, and they all wore scarves to conceal their hair. On this visit, there were no donkeys, and many women wore western garb. There is a new light rail system that apparently is very efficient. The streamlined trains were certainly packed with passengers.
I was there on a well-deserved vacation in October -- a month I chose because kids are in school, and the weather is very pleasant.
After eating a fabulous late lunch in one of my favorite Turkish restaurants, I decided to walk around the old city, on the Asian side of the Bosphorus. I passed near Hagia Sophia, which had recently been rededicated as a mosque after being a museum for many decades. There were still dozens of tourists waiting for entry, even though it was late in the tourist season.
As I was walking by this famous attraction, I noticed an interesting building that appeared to be a hammam -- a traditional Turkish bathhouse. They can be easily identified because they have no windows, and they usually include a dome or domes that are penetrated by small skylights. These domes cover steam rooms that always include a raised marble slab that is heated for the comfort of bathers. Many hammams have duplicate facilities for men and women, but there are a few that cater only to one sex, so there is usually another hammam nearby for the other sex.
On a whim, I decided to step in to see if I could get a scrub. I was lucky, because someone had apparently just cancelled a reservation, so they were able to take me immediately. I paid for a bath, to be followed by a massage. After a short wait, a beautiful young man stepped up, bowed, and introduced himself as Aslan. "I will be taking care of you, sir. If you follow me, I will show you where you can change."
We entered a very large and tall room that included a fountain in the center and lounge couches around the perimeter. All around and above this room were wooden structures that I soon discovered were individual dressing rooms and treatment rooms. Following Aslan, I went up a curving staircase that ended on a balcony overlooking the lounge area. He opened a door on the balcony and ushered me into a small dressing room with a bench and hooks on the wall. Handing me a small cloth and a key to the room, he told me to take off all my clothes and wrap the cloth around my waist.
"When you are ready, open the door, lock it, and I will be there to take you to the bathhouse." As I stepped out, wearing the cloth to conceal my privates and a pair of plastic sandals I had found in the changing room, Aslan was there, also wearing sandals and a similar cloth around his middle. He had been wearing a loose shirt and loose cotton trousers, so he had quickly changed while I was getting ready. He was even more beautiful with most of his clothing off. He was lean, with natural musculature and a beautiful light tan skin tone. He had a very handsome face that was clean-shaven, and curly black hair cut short. I followed him down the stairs to the lounge area, where we ducked through a low arched doorway that led to the large white, skylit steam room. In the middle was the typical large marble slab, raised about 18 inches off the floor. Around the perimeter were alcoves, each of which held a bench and a carved stone basin. There were a couple of older men sitting on the edge of the slab across the room from me, and each of them was being scrubbed by an attendant, neither of whom were as attractive as Aslan.
He directed me into one of the alcoves, had me sit on the bench, and started filling the basin with warm water. He took a small container when the basin was full and started scooping out water and pouring it over me. Of course, the cloth I was wearing was immediately soaked, and his got wet by the time he was through dousing me. I was semi-hard, and I guess it was fairly evident, because the cloth was wet enough to be semi-transparent.
We walked together from the alcove to the marble slab, where I took off the sandals and leaned back on my elbows. Aslan left me for a moment while ha picked up some implements from the corner of our alcove and came back to sit next to me on the slab. There was soapy water in a container, and Aslan started scrubbing me with this soapy water, using special abrasive gloves that felt like loofah. He was scraping off the outer layer of skin, and it felt wonderful. Starting with my neck and shoulders and then my stomach, he worked his way down to my waist, had me stand up in front of him, and then scrubbed my legs, starting at the ankles and moving upward. My cock at this point was almost fully erect but covered by the wet cloth, and it nearly hit him in the face as he was working on my legs. Was it my imagination, or was he deliberately brushing the end of my cock across his cheeks as he worked?
The cloth around everyone's middle is supposed to preserve modesty, and the normal scrub does not include washing the buttocks or genitals. Nevertheless, I felt Aslan's hands under the cloth and scrubbing my buttocks. I moaned softly, and then his gloved hands were gently fondling my cock and balls. He had to be discreet, because there were other people in the room, but he managed to manipulate my cock with one hand under the cloth while the other was scrubbing my thighs. He looked up as I was enjoying this hand job, and I smiled down at him, mouthing," Thank you."
The next phase of the bath had me lying down on the warm slab, and Aslan covering me with frothy suds. He had put away the scrubbing gloves and was now rubbing my skin with his bare hands. Under cover of the suds, he soon was gently jerking me off. I looked over for the other two customers and discovered they had already left the room. I reached over to touch Aslan's middle and quickly discovered he had a semi. Grabbing it through the cloth covering, I judged it to be between five and six inches. Like virtually all Turkish men, he was probably Islamic and circumcised. In contrast, my cock was almost eight inches and uncircumcised. Since we were still in a public area that anyone could soon enter, Aslan stepped away from my hand and whispered, "Later."
He continued jerking my cock until I ejaculated forcefully. I felt incredible at this point and luxuriated on the warn marble for a few moments. To finish the bath, Aslan brought pans of warm water to pour over me, clearing away the suds and my semen. He had me stand up and put on the sandals, then he used a towel to dry off my back and told me to use it while he got a dry cloth to replace the sodden one still concealing my genitals. When I was reasonably dry and modestly covered again, Aslan said, "Now we go for your massage."
I followed him out of the bathhouse and back to the lounge area, then up the stairway to the other side of the balcony, where there were small private rooms behind sliding doors. He slid open one door, revealing a small room with a massage table in the center, and gestured for me to enter.
Closing the door behind us, Aslan said, "Now you can take off towel and lie down on your stomach. I will start massaging your back."
" That sounds good. Can you take off your towel, too?"
Aslan smiled and said, "I will take off later. First let me massage your back."
Normally, one lies under a light covering, but with Aslan the covering was clearly optional. I lay naked on the table, and Aslan started what turned out to be a great deep-tissue massage. He worked on my shoulders and upper back, then moved down to my gluteus maxima. He really dug into my ass, which admittedly is fairly prominent, before going down to my legs and giving my calves a thorough working over. As he was massaging me, I could feel my cock steadily getting harder.
"Okay, turn over now."
When I flipped over, my hard cock flipped up, pointing toward my chest.
"You're so big!"
"It's all for you, baby, if you want it."
At this point, I reached over the edge of the table and pulled off the cloth wrapped around his middle. He pushed his pelvis up against the table, and my hand closed over his semi. He leaned over me and started massaging my chest as I started squeezing his cock. After about five minutes, he was fully hard, and his hands moved down to take hold of my cock and balls. One hand started pulling on my cock, while the other one manipulated my hairless balls, rolling them around and squeezing gently.
"I like you have no hair down here."
"I like to keep them shaved. Makes them look bigger."
"They are already so big! They make mine look so small."
"You are plenty big enough! And so tasty looking. I would love to suck on that big knob you have."
Aslan seemed to be especially interested in my foreskin, which makes sense since very few Turkish men have them. He pulled it back, exposing the glans completely, and then leaned over to put it into his mouth. The warmth and wetness on my sensitive knob felt so good! He continued to roll my balls around and squeeze the base of my cock while sucking on the tip. Even though I had ejaculated just recently, his attention to my cock had me close to coming again. I still had a grip on Aslan's cock, and I pulled him harder against the edge of the bed.
"Why don't you move up a little, so I can suck on your cock?"
Aslan moved my hand away and put his knee on the bed. Then he jumped up, stretched his leg over me and put his other knee next to my head, All the while he was doing this, he managed to keep my cock in his mouth. His cock was now directly over my face, and I was able to lift my head enough to reach the end of it and start sucking. We were now in a classic 69 position, with me on my back and my cock in his mouth and Aslan on his hands and knees over me, with his cock in my mouth.
I embraced the young man as we continued to fellate each other. I wanted to moan in ecstasy but was able to keep the noise down, conscious as I was of the thin walls and the main lounge below us. Pulling him down to my chest, I rubbed his body against mine and felt my nipples hardening. Reaching between us, I started tweaking his nipples as he twisted and squirmed above me. My hands were all over him as we continued to suck.
Aslan didn't last too long. After about five or six minutes of me applying maximum suction, he was ready to shoot. I felt his balls rise, and I knew he was close. He knew he had to keep quiet, but it was impossible for him to stifle his cries completely. I felt him shoot forcefully once, then twice, then a third time. I was able to taste his sweet cum and managed to swirl it around in my mouth before swallowing. Keeping his cock in my mouth, I kept licking his knob as the semen continued to ooze. Finally, as the head became too sensitive, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He dismounted, temporarily leaving my cock throbbing in mid-air.
Aslan took a moment to get himself organized before leaning over me again. He whispered into my ear, "That was just incredible! I don't think I've ever come so hard before!"
He then moved down to grab my hard cock with one hand, put the end into his mouth, and started sucking voraciously. This second orgasm took a little longer, but when I finally came, I nearly blacked out! Fantastic!
I got off the massage table eventually and hugged Aslan's naked body against mine.
"Thanks for an incredible afternoon," I whispered into his ear. Then we kissed, for the first and last time.
We got ourselves together, and Aslan led me back to my changing room. I removed the key on its elastic band from my wrist, opened the door, and slowly got dressed after closing the door behind me.
I walked down the stairs to the reception desk to pay the clerk for my bath and massage. I asked him what the typical tip was for the attendant, but he demurred, saying, "It's whatever you want to give."
I knew Aslan probably didn't make much money, so I wrote in 3,400 Lira on the tip line before signing the credit card slip.
The clerk asked me if I would like some lemonade or tea before I left, so I thanked him and went to the lounge area. A servant brought me some delicious tea on a silver tray. As I was sipping the tea, Aslan came into the room, dressed as he had been when we first met. He knelt before me, took my hand, and kissed it, "Thank you sir," he murmured. My tip of less than $100 was probably much more than he typically received, and he wanted to show his gratitude. I, on the other hand, wanted to express my gratitude for a hammam experience I would never forget.