“Gay Fucking Saudis In Love”

We are two Saudi men in love. Yes, in love with each other. We met in Jeddah online, then in person, seven years ago and have traveled the world and been together since. We would kill and die for one another. Our relationship is unique, unlike any other Saudi one we know of short of hetero relationships…..and there is nothing short about ours.

I was 30, and he was 19. We were both looking to get laid. We met randomly online. It was his first time using MIRC, it wasn’t mine. He was younger and I liked that. I was older and he liked that. For fuck’s sake please dont go thinking down the sugar daddy road now ok ? It’s old.

Anyhow, we met. He gave me a fake name and number. He was so cute, I gave him my true name and number. We were supposed to meet later after he dropped his brother off and took the car. He didn’t call for four hours. We were supposed half an our later. He never called. Three and a half hours later I was about to go to bed and jerk off thinking about him but then he called. It was 3:30am, but I let him come over because he was really hot. That night he came in more ways than just coming over.

Five days later he asked me out. I told him I was too old for him. He told me that was bullshit. I said, you are to young for me. He said, try me. He proved me wrong. Here we are, living in a different country. His Mom thinks he’s abroad looking for a job and a future. My family thinks I am not married at my age as I have not found the right one or established myself. I am established, but not in how the family hopes. I am established with him, and he is established in me.

Everyone where we live thinks he’s my cousin, or my brother, after all we do look a lot alike, but he’s cuter. We share everything including the joys and sorrows of life. He’s my rock. He completes me (please don’t barf). When I am in trouble he saves my ass and when he is in trouble he saves mine.

You ask yourself through reading this, ‘Gay fucking Saudis in love and living together ? No friggin’ way’. Yep it’s true.

We are both under pressure to marry but we are already married. And we have dogs, who are like our kids. Two females and a male in case you are wondering. One female is a bull dyke. She air humps the male (I swear to God). We think the male’s gay as well. Anyhow, this is about us. Onward.

So his family is trying to find him a wife (my boyfriend, not the dog). My family thinks I have found mine. We are stalling.

We have a plan. Marry a lesbian couple that want kids. We want kids but we don’t actually want to do it with a chick. Are we gonna actually do it with women ? Ugh. I haven’t seen a vagina in 19 years. I would rather stick it in a meat grinder. Well, no, actually not. Thank God for artificial insemination. We even thought it through that he would inseminate one and me the other then the next time around we switch lesbians. Or because this is a feminist blog, the lesbians would switch us around. Respect to the labiates. That way our kids would be half brothers.

We could sit here and right a book about our relationship, maybe someone would buy it. But that won’t happen until we are no longer Saudi. I could go on and on and on, but I won’t.

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