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Posted - Aug 14 2007 : 07:43:30 AM

I am going to write about the incident that is the root of my depression. I know that some people will not believe it. Don’t believe it if you don’t want to believe but never make fun of it.
I had a friend. We were roommates in a college hostel. We had a lot of chemistry. We watched porn together and went to concerts. We teased women in the streets on my bike. Pulled their hair, fingered and spanked them. We educated many people about sex by wall chalking. He was a gay but he also had a girlfriend. I dated one of my classmates. For good blowjobs we went to a brothel. He could not live without having sex with his boyfriend at least two times in a month. We had sex with each other two or three times and I liked it. Now I tell about the incident.
That night we were going to a nearby restaurant. We were walking. A car stroked him. His head dashed against a pool. I took him to hospital and informed his father. He died after 27 hours. The whole month I wept for him and I still weep whenever I remember him. It happened when he was being buried. When his dead body was being put a flame of fire appeared in his grave. I was standing nearby and I saw it. Other people also saw that fire. The two men who were standing in the grave at once jumped out of the grave. They said that their feet were burning. All people went near the grave but every thing was normal.
People so much talked about this incident and fabricated so many stories that his father decided to burry him at another place.
When the grave was opened, his dead body was not there. Police found no traces of stealing the dead body and said that the grave was not opened before. I was thinking day and night what is all this? What is happening? One guy who knew that he was a gay, said that his dead body was moved to the “Desert of Lot”, where the city of “Sodom” was situated. They were gay. God sent prophet Lot to that city to advise them. He asked them to stop that practice but they teased him and made fun of him. So wrath of God came and they all were buried alive. Whenever a gay is buried he is moved to the Desert of Lot to share with them the wrath of God. And the fire I saw was a part of that wrath that was waiting for my friend. That guy brought a book that was written centuries ago. There was written about an incident that people brought a black slave to “ALI”, the cosine of the Prophet Muhammad, who had killed his master. He said that he killed his master because he wanted to have sex with him. I tried to stop him but he didn’t stop. Till his last moments he had the same intentions. Ali ordered to open the grave. He ordered to kill the slave if the dead body was there otherwise let him go. The grave was empty. When asked Ali told that his body was moved to the Desert of Lot.
Ever any one of you saw any grave of a gay person being opened?

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I felt really sad for his friend, actually. That said, wtf is 'wall chalking' and what's with all the religious overtones everywhere? Xpt, adt, myspace, luke, the bags at In/Out Burger...it's endless!

If anyone sees 4 horses outside my window, lemme know so I can start making arrangements.

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I felt really sad for his friend, actually. That said, wtf is 'wall chalking' and what's with all the religious overtones everywhere? Xpt, adt, myspace, luke, the bags at In/Out Burger...it's endless!

If anyone sees 4 horses outside my window, lemme know so I can start making arrangements.

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loopnode that is cool! but what if the girl kept masterbating the man he would be sorer than salt in an open wound! maybe that isn't cool after all!

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My ideal fantasy would be of me and girlfriend were surprised by three big black guys while making out in the park. as two of them hold her and have her watch me suck the cock of the third one while verbally humiliating me along the way they trade off until i have done each of them twice, all along fondling my girlfriend until they have her begging to be fucked with a real cock it wasnt long before they had her on thier side and as i watched them all fuck her good in her pussy i was then forced to clean her out with my mouth, then in turn they all fucked her again this time in her ass, and when they finished this time they had me lay underneath her while she squatted over my face and directed her oozing hole to drain into my mouth, they told me if i did a good job and didnt lose a drop that we could go. well i also didnt know what they had wanted her to do as i was in the middle of this, and that was to try and shit into my face which after that fucking wasnt hard as it came out instantly with about a two pushes from her it was the smelliest thing i thought i had ever smelled and jerked my face away quickly which in turn proceeded to lenghten thier bit of fun for awhile longer. they then one at a time used me as a toilet and had me drinking thier piss it wasnt long before i threw up. well for being a good sport they left me there as the sun was coming up naked smelling foul as you can imagine and took my girlfriend and my clothes with them telling me to stay there for 1 hour after they leave or they would harm her. i fell asleep crying and was woken up about 3 hours later by a gardener who didnt speak english but stood there laughing with a camera in his hand

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