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Arabian jiggly jiggy

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Libya 1969, learning about arabs and their fixation on young boys and what jiggyjiggy meant to them.

My father was posted to tobruk in 1968 with the British army, it was like a holiday in the short time we were there, back in those days the arabs were generally a decent race of people, the ones that were friendly enough to want you as a friend were some of the most honest and decent people we met while there.
We had Arab neighbours on all sides of our house, one of the neighbours from behind our house passed me by and made small talk with me, looking back now, I would say he was a lecherous old devil with a cheeky side to him, we were talking and he was semi wrestling with me, after things had calmed down I blurted out the immortal words “jiggyjiggy” to him, being the age I was I had no idea at all what I had just inferred to this fellow.
His eyes must have lit up with the prospect of some fun with a white boy who had uttered jiggyjiggy, he took me to his residence and undressed me along with himself, he pulled out a large rug and lay down on it, pulling me on top of him, he was like an octopus, his hands were all over my naked body, he was playing with my arse cheeks and would squeeze them and spread them wide, making sure that he had a good probe around my anus, slipping in a finger when I was lubed up by him.
Another of his favourites was to spread my thighs apart, lubing me up again and getting me to close my thighs and let him kind of fuck me, I remember all of this hot sticky liquid being squirted over the top of my thighs, he would scoop some up and smear it over my anus, using it as a lube to stretch me for more of his sexual pleasure.
He would make me sit on his cock and let his cock push against my sphincter, a bit uncomfortable but with the lube he could manage to penetrate me and have his way with me, his favourite was doggie style, he used to shower with me, clean me all over and internally, dry me off and offer me his circumcised cock to suck, being the age I was I wasn’t that good but we managed, he loved nothing better than to get me on all 4s, lube up my ass and fuck my arse, I wasn’t a big fan of this to start with but eventually I got to like being taken with way, sometimes he would grip my hips and fuck me like his life depended on it, other times he was quite happy to pull out at the last moment and come over my arse and rub his cock into his sperm and push back into my arse for another round.
Word got round amongst his circle of friends that he had a plaything and I was used by them as and when they felt the need to seed, this scenario ended when colonel Gaddafi had the coup in 1969 and all the Brits were evacuated and returned to the UK. It wasn’t all bad living there as it set me on a path of loving cock for a few years afterwards.

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