A rough, foreign man’s voice was playing through a cheap speaker, overlaid over an eastern melody that did little to soothe my nerves.Amidst the noise I became aware of the rhythmic movement of a real, live Arab beside me. Fuck my life.I, of course, being of a scientific mind with a passion for knowledge, had to get to the bottom of this. Gay sex There was no denying it. looked obscene to me and I had to look away.Abdul was much bigger than me, not just taller but also thicker with a flat stomach. What kind of loser wakes up before dawn to exercise? After my low-profile, nerdy roommate of two years graduated with an IT degree, I was to be assigned another. wasn’t that. My eyes kept glancing over at Abdul’s bed, unconsciously studying him while he slept. First, I would characterize myself as asexual. Abdul had unloaded his luggage on my bed, kicked off his shoes in the middle of the room and took off his shirt further littering the floor. I spent my whole life thinking I was asexual and evolved beyond such lowly needs only to find my sexuality “switching on” at the presence of a smelly Arab; but I dismissed the idea as a product of my anxiety.
