To classmate Ali

I think it was in November 91 that a boy joined our classmate and his name was Ali. He had come to Karaj from Tehran to repair his house. He lived in one of his uncle's houses. It had been a while since we had met and we had become three Fab friends. On Wednesdays, we had two school bells. Our third bell called him unemployed. We were just chatting. In those days, we just understood what Jaq was. In short, the next year we went to Ali High School. He returned to Tehran in the summer. His grandmother was not in a secluded house. There was no one who wanted to disturb us. An hour passed and I saw that I could not concentrate on my studies at all. It had been almost a year and we had not seen each other. You know, he meant that before entering, you have to go with Sur Akhvar, go to open it, I have not done it at all, I have only seen Super, I said, oh, Dad, it doesn't matter that he pulled his pants down, he sat down in a doggie position, he asked me to take off my pants, he said, spit from above, I spat, then he said, Remember, I spat on the tail of my hole again, I was playing with my head on the corner hole. He told me to slowly insert my head into the corner. He said, "I opened the door." I was starting to pump from the back area. It was a very good feeling. It was my first time. I started to pump after a few pumps. There was a slight pain, I asked him to suck me for a while, he started sucking in his mouth, he started sucking with nail craving The word was the same as the splinters.