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Great Memories Are Hard To Come By, Excuse Me 'cum' By
When I went to college I met and became friends and roommates with Ali, a guy from Syria. He was the son of some military officer and was in college to work on his degree in Soil Mechanics. He was not so tall, but he was slim and hairy. And those hairy legs and his hairy butt and his dick just hanging there was just too much for me to pass up.
Ali had a thing for skinny white boys. He put things in order early, Ali on top and me on the bottom. I had never really been a bottom, but now I was and I liked it. Ali could work wonders and a bare butt was something he couldn't pass up. So between me and his hairy chest and dick and me and my skinny hairless butt we spent a lot of time 'together'. Only Allah himself knows how much cum I carried with me.
In those days there wasn't any such thing as 'gay behavior'. No lisping, or light in the loafers. Gay was an inside job. In Syria it was a capital offense, or close to it. So for Ali, having a gay roommate who liked hairy gay boys he was in heaven, better than any seven virgins that he was offered if he died a martyr. He did tell me that all virgins were young and female, never passed the age of 13. Why not believe him.
We roomed together until it was time to graduate. Ali went to work for an agency of the United Nations, and I went back to my hometown to be a banker. But from time to time, when the night is long, and it's dark outside, and I'm all alone, I think of Ali while I have my hand on my boner. I miss him really, to me he was the top of tops. No mistake about it.
Ali had a thing for skinny white boys. He put things in order early, Ali on top and me on the bottom. I had never really been a bottom, but now I was and I liked it. Ali could work wonders and a bare butt was something he couldn't pass up. So between me and his hairy chest and dick and me and my skinny hairless butt we spent a lot of time 'together'. Only Allah himself knows how much cum I carried with me.
In those days there wasn't any such thing as 'gay behavior'. No lisping, or light in the loafers. Gay was an inside job. In Syria it was a capital offense, or close to it. So for Ali, having a gay roommate who liked hairy gay boys he was in heaven, better than any seven virgins that he was offered if he died a martyr. He did tell me that all virgins were young and female, never passed the age of 13. Why not believe him.
We roomed together until it was time to graduate. Ali went to work for an agency of the United Nations, and I went back to my hometown to be a banker. But from time to time, when the night is long, and it's dark outside, and I'm all alone, I think of Ali while I have my hand on my boner. I miss him really, to me he was the top of tops. No mistake about it.