Tag: flatbread

“He says if I rub our manhoods together, it will make mine bigger,” Faisal said.
That was another Arab idea Omar ain’t never cotton to but stopped arguing with. Lotta Muslims in prison did that — they thought rubbing dicks together made the smaller one bigger, like rubbing sticks to make a fire, shit, it was dumb. Conversely, they thought ramrodding a man made that man’s dick smaller and the ram’s bigger. That was also dumb.
But Omar wouldn’t say that now. Faisal’d tell Mister Alzam, and Omar would have to endure a lengthy lecture about how all that was in the Koran or something. Mister Alzam didn’t like to be contradicted.
And Omar was used to it anyway. More than a handful of pinkie-dicked Arabs had rubbed their peckers on his in that prison.
So he let Faisal hump his cock. Omar shrugged and grabbed another of the stack of flatbread. He smeared it into the olive oil and parsley sauce that came with it, and he, for the first time, tried to pay attention to the soccer game. The one team was beating the other one, 1-0.
His cock flopped like a sad baseball bat in Faisal’s hands. Faisal got hard easy enough — his dick worked, it was just small — like a baby carrot — but then he struggled to actually cum. His cock rubbed against the root of Omar’s dick, and the tip didn’t even extend halfway to the knob. Faisal held it upright with two fingers so it was firm enough to rub against.

From Omar the Muslim