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Two dozen eyes fall on us as we enter the boiling hot central domed room, the bathing hub that's surrounded by six smaller rooms filled with marble wash basins.In one of the rooms, the head masseuse, a tough and strong figure with lusting eyes, is soaping up a 20-something with calves like a soccer player.We stand silently together as he squeezes my hand, only letting go as a group of boys comes running past. He tells me they do not accept his sexuality, but they have come to tolerate it.As I grow to appreciate him, I understand that behind the wide smile there's a longing for genuine love.This is a somewhat clearly drawn line, since the vestiges of what many would consider a gay lifestyle -- clubs, bars, bathhouses and theatrical parades filled with costumed go-go dancers -- are non-existent from Rabat to Beirut, save in Tel Aviv.Yet, walking down the streets in Algiers provided me endless opportunities to engage with horny young men.Though persecution occurs, it is generally understood to be a familial and not legal matter.Moreover, the importance of family, marriage, and children remain the largest obstacle to openness in the African city.
The city sprawls across hilltops in an endless cluster of white and blue buildings.
The sound of running water echoes off the blue and green tiles as the men pour bowls of freezing cold water down their glistening bodies.
A tense atmosphere of desire hangs in the room, almost as thick as the humid air. The two other men shove their dicks in his mouth as he moans with pleasure.
As it drew nearer to closing time, the men begin to thin out until there are finally just four of us left. I can barely catch my breath as Bilal turns around panting, his white teeth sparkling in a broad smile.
Part of the thrill of hooking up with someone at a hammam is the risk that you'll be caught as the space offers no privacy.