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That same weekend, Jamal woke up in his bed, feeling another body beside him. He opened up his eyes and looked, smiling softly as he saw that it was Yusuf, remembering the fun they had last night... and part of this early morning.

He got up from the bed, making sure not to wake up Yusuf, making his way to the bedroom, and relieving himself before taking a shower. As he was washing up, he felt someone walking in, heard someone walking into the bathroom, and relieving themselves before stepping into the shower with him. "Room for one more?" Yusuf asked as he hugged Jamal from behind, one hand grabbing his limp cock and stroking it lazily.

Jamal let out a small hum as he enjoyed the morning handjob, reached behind himself to give Yusuf the same treatment. A few seconds of this Jamal turned around and locked his lips to Yusuf's, giving him a soft and gentle kiss that he held for a minute then gently pushed down on Yusuf's shoulder, who got the message and went onto his knees, taking Jamal's cock into his mouth and gave him a slow and lazy blowjob.

Jamal just stood under the shower, eyes close as he enjoyed the lazy blowjob, preferring to take it slow since he's got nothing to do today, besides hanging out with Yusuf. After a little while of enjoyment, he gently pushed Yusuf away. "Don't want to finish early, want to save up so I can give you a nice big one~" He gave him a wink before pulling up to his feet and both went back to showering, washing each other's backs and other, hard to reach places, lots of shower groping ensued, of course.

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They finished with their shower and dressed up, Jamal wearing nothing but sweatpants, putting his heavily built upper body on full display, while Yusuf opted for a thoub, again completely naked under it, Yusuf was sitting on the couch, watching some foreign drama show while Jamal made breakfast. As he was cooking, his phone pinged, indicating a message... it was from Khaled. "Hey, brother, uncle Khaled is coming over."

"My dad?" Yusuf held his chin in thought. "He didn't say anything to me, even though I told him I was planning on spending the weekend with you."

Jamal was about to ask something else, but was stopped by a knock on his door. He raised a questioning eyebrow in its direction before making his way and opening it up, his face beaming at who was on the other side. "Uncle Khaled! Welcome, welcome!" He stepped aside to let the older man in. "To what do we owe this pleasant visit?"

"Just figured I'd visit and spend some time with my new son~! He walked in, wearing a shirt that tightly clung to his body, his biceps threatening to tear the sleeves right off if his arms moved wrong and some suit pants. "Also, since my little bitch of a son is here as well. I figured, why not." He took a seat beside Yusuf and pulled him close with one arm around his shoulders. Despite the words said, it was pretty clear that it was all in good fun, something Jamal noticed from the very first time they all hung out at his apartment.

"Well, you are always welcome here, uncle." Jamal closed the door and went back to working the stove. "You came just in time, I'm almost done with breakfast."

"Ah! Lovely!" Khaled stated as he sat beside Yusuf, watching the drama with him... although he couldn't understand most of the words that were said. "Bah, can't understand shit from these shows, how can you stand them?" He waved his hand dismissively as he complained. "Bah, gotta use the bathroom." He stated to no one in particular as he stood up and making his way there.

By the time Jamal finished and laid out the food in front of the TV... no one was in the living room. He got an idea as to where Yusuf went, so he made his way to the bathroom.

Just as he suspected, there was Khaled, facing away from the toilet, his cock in Yusuf's mouth, who was on his knees in front of his father, and a very blissful look on his face. Khaled noticed him at the door and just smirked. "Gotta let them know who's in charge, no?" He said as he gave Yusuf's head a few ruffles and some strokes to his cheeks. Once he was done, he and Yusuf washed their hands before Jamal took his turn at the sink, then finally ate, Khaled, once again, singing praises of Jamal's culinary skills.

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Breakfast was done with, Khaled and Jamal sat on the couch, while Yusuf sat between them under it, Khaled decided to join them in their 'less clothing lounging' and took off his shirt, revealing his thick and powerful upper body, his arms and chest easily rivaling Jamal's. Then even stood side by side one time and started flexing and showing off their bodies, much to the delight of Yusuf and Mostafa.

Khaled sat with one foot in Yusuf's lap, gently rubbing and pressed down on his cock, which was hard for a while, he then tapped Yusuf's head to get his attention... to his own hard and throbbing cock and heavy balls out through the zipper hole of his pants. Khaled's cock had some length but it was the girth that was truly amazing, Jamal still couldn't understand how Mostafa and Yusuf can take this beast of a cock.

As if to demonstrate, Yusuf instantly got into position between his father's legs before taking his cock straight down to the base and instantly started bobbing his head back and forth over it, electing a deep groan out of Khaled. "Ooohohoho fuck... easy boy, easy!" He held Yusuf's head in place to stop him from moving. "I want this as much as you, but there's no need to rush, just take it slow and enjoy it~" He gave his head a couple of small pats, understanding the message, Yusuf resuming working his father's cock, but this time slower and more gentle than before.

"Too bad Mosta's not here, huh?" Khaled asked Jamal, who sat there with his eyes drifting back and forth between them and the TV.

"It's fine, I can wait." He replied as his cock created quite the lump in his sweatpants.

"Nah, that won't do. You're the host after all." Khaled pushed Yusuf's head off of his cock and gestured for him to go over to Jamal. Yusuf silently obeyed, a deep blush on his face as he was treated like this, leaving him embarressed, but also super aroused that it almost hurt.

Jamal lowered his sweatpants just below his balls, letting them and his cock to flop out heavily, the shaft already covered in angry veins and leaking heavily, eager for the attention. And Yusuf obliged the silent demands, taking the head first into his mouth, then slowly moving himself down the rest of it, even when the fat tip pushed against and past his throat's entrance, he didn't even flinch, once he reached the base, he stayed there for a few seconds before he started moving.

Jamal really grew to love Yusuf's blowjobs, Mostafa was good, but he can't handle someone of his size easily, which ended with most their blowjob sessions with Mostafa's face all wet and messy. Jamal placed his hand on the back of Yusuf's head, giving it a few rubs but letting him do his thing otherwise. But his calm moment was interrupted by a firm pinch to his nipple. "Gah, fuck!" His body jolted in place as he looked over at Khaled who had a mischievous smirk on his face. "A little warning next time, uncle!"

"Why, it was more fun that way~" Khaled teased as he gave that same nipple a firm pinch and twist, electing a groan of pain and spiking pleasure from Jamal, all of them knew that his weak spots were his nipples, which became evident at how hard he had gotten one Mostafa gave them a tweak one time, his sweatpants became a mess of pre as his cock threatened to burst through them.

Yusuf let out a tiny gag as he felt Jamal's cock reacting expectedly, it practically expanded in his throat, bulging it out even further. Jamal turned to Khaled with his own mischeivous smirk. "Oh yeah? Two can play that game!" Then reached with his hand and returned the favor, giving one of Khaled's own perky nips a firm pinch and twist.

"AHHHAHAHA!! FUCK YEAH!!" Khaled growled loudly as he hopped up from his seat and stood right in front of Jamal, pushing their bodies close together as he grabbed both of Jamal's nips and gave them the same treatment, earning a deep growl from Jamal. This new position had Khaled's cock pressing against the back of Yusuf's head and the closeness of him and Jamal forced Yusuf's head harder against his friend's crotch, forcing his cock deep into his throat as he was now trapped between two, thick and hard bodies.

This soon evolved into some sort of perverted tug of war between Jamal and Khaled, each taking turns at each other's nipples to see who would scream and growl the loudest, this was nothing new, really, these kinds of lewd competitions between them have been going on for quite a while now. Who can lift the heaviest weight, who can do more reps, who has the hardest body, who can shoot more cum or furthest, the list goes on to the point that Yusuf and Mostafa lost count, they even stopped bothering after a while, besides, two thick bodied studs trying to one-up and out-alpha each other was pretty hot to watch.

Khaled suddenly released Jamal's nipples and pressed his hands firmly on his pecs, pushing him against the couch as he mashed their maws together in a hard and deep kiss, both of them growling, groaning, and huffing into the kiss, like a pair of animals in heat. Khaled grabbed both of Jamal's pecs tightly in his hands, groping them firmly as he started moving his hips, humping the back of Yusuf's head, which in turn forced him to bob slightly on Jamal's cock. Despite the shallowness of the movement, it was enough to really get to Jamal, as he started growled and huffing louder into their kiss, then sudenly released a muffled roar as his orgasm hit him like a truck, sending wave after powerful and hot wave of cum right down Yusuf's throat, who swallowed everything he was given eagrly.

The moment he swallowed the last bit, he was yanked off of Jamal's cock by Khaled. "Done?" Yusuf nodded. "Good!" Then his head was forced around only to have Khaled's thick meat speared right into his throat and thrusting hard, bashing the entrance of his throat again and again with short bursts, Khaled's heavy balls swinging up and smacked Yusuf right on the chin with each thrust in. "Fuck yeah! Swallow me, boy!" A few seconds after the command, he slammed himself balls deep into Yusuf's throat and let his own load loose, his son having no other choice but to swallow.

After that, everyon finally calmed down and composed themselves, all of them covered in sweat from that intense workout, especially Jamal and Khaled. Just then, Yusuf's phone rang in the bedroom, he quickly got up to get it and started talking to someone, from his voice it sounded urgent. He stayed in the room for a while, Khaled putting his shurt back on, after wiping his sweat as much as possible and perfuming himself to cover the smell, as if he knew what to expect from Yusuf's call.

Yusuf finally came out, dressed in his dishdasha with his duffel bag around his shoulder. "Sorry Jamal, my wife called and she isn't feeling very well, so I need to get here to the hospital." Before Jamal could ask his question. "Our son has the car today."

"Alright, lets go then." Khaled gestured for Yusuf to follow, Jamal walking them to the door as they left. Once they were out of sight, he closed the door, made his way back to the living room and just sat sprawled on the couch, legs spread apart with his arms draped over the back of the couch.

A few minutes later, the door opened once again, seems like he forgot to lock it, but he smiled as he saw Khaled walking up to him, he didn't even stand up as he was too tired. "What, forgot something?"

"Well, something like that~" Jamal was a bit suspicious of Khaled's tone.

But he simply closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Well, whatever it is, the apartment's yours. Help yourself out." No sounds were heard for a few seconds... until *ZZZIIIIPPP* Jamal's eyes opened as he now saw Khaled with his cock out, the tip aimed right at him. Khaled's lips spread into his trademark smirk.

He smiled as he looked up at Khaled with mock-accusing eyes. "Oh, you nasty old-" His words were cut off as the hot, golden stream splashed against his face and drenched him and his clothes from head to crotch, most of it splattering all over the couch, as well.

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After a quick shower and cleaning the couch, after being dowsed in piss by Khaled before he left, Jamal lounged in his apartment. Now with absolutely nothing to do, he called his other friends earlier, but it turns out all of them were busy this weekend, so he had nothing going on for him, at the moment.

It was about an hour later, when there was a knock at Jamal's door, he was wondering who it was. He opened the door and his eyes rose up. "Ah, uncle Khaled! Mosta!" He stepped aside as they both walked in, Mostafa was wearing a t-shirt that hugged his thick frame, tightly, while Khaled was wearing his kaftan and pants, he was also carrying a duffel bag with him, from the looks of it, it was packed with stuff.

"Hey, brother! Father said you might need some company today." Mostafa stated as he slumped on the couch, good thing it was the sturdy type.

"Honestly, I didn't expect uncle Khaled to come back."

"Ah, yes. Had to drive Yusuf and his wife to the hospital, he called his son on the way and he'll pick them up later." Khaled explained as he set the bag down in front of him as he sat on the other side of the couch.

"How is she, anyway?" Jamal asked as he made his way to the kitchen, preparing some tea.

"She'll be fine. She had a small fever, but I suspect it's just a bug that she'll sneeze out in a day or two." He unzipped his duffel bag and checked the contents. "Say, can I use your bedroom for a little bit?"

"Of course, uncle. My home is yours, as long as you're here!" Jamal finished preparing the tea and made his way back to the living room, he only found Mostafa there, Khaled already in the bedroom doing who-knows-what.

Mostafa let out a small chuckle. "You're gonna love this~" He shot Jamal a suggestive wink, who returned it with a smile of his own. He didn't know what to expect, what he expected was something hot as fuck and pretty exciting. Jamal took a couple of sniffs at the air before letting out a small hum of approval. "That's some nice incense you have. Don't tell me you swiped it from your shop." He accused teasingly.

"I did." Jamal replied with an amused tone, letting out a small chuckle as he saw Mostafa's face. "AFTER I paid for it. You can thank your father, because of him I had to bring it out." Mostafa was about to reply, but the door of bedroom opened and out walked Khaled...

What Jamal saw made his jaw drop. "So... what do you think son?" Khaled asked the stunned Jamal. Off went the kaftan and pants, now Khaled walked into the living room dressed in a full leather gear, which included a harness over his chest, a leather vest, bicep straps, leather gloves, a leather jock, and finally a pair of boots. "I'll take your shocked look as an answer~"

Jamal shook himself out of the shock. "Oh, um, uh... Wow, uncle, just... wow..." He couldn't even muster up the words that described how he felt at that moment, but his body was reacting very positively to the sight, as his pants became tighter as his cock sprung to full mast in a single second.

Mostafa chuckled as he saw his friend's reaction, standing up and taking off his clothes. "Come on, brother. What're you waiting for?"

Unable to hide his excitement, Jamal practically sprung to his feet, frantically taking his clothes off, the eagerness earned him a chuckle of amusement out of Khaled. "Easy there, son. Calm down." Khaled reassured as he walked up to them, hands on his hips. "How about you put the tea away for now, son? Got something else that's hot for you to drink~" He teased as he groped at the bulge in his jockstrap.

Jamal did as he was told, putting the tray of tea on the kitchen's counter then walked back into the living room, his hard cock aiming straight forward as if leading the way. Khaled already had Mostafa in something of a headlock, their mouths mashed together as Mosta was firmly rubbing at his father's crotch. Khaled broke the kiss, planting a few firm kisses on his son's neck before pushed him against the couch. "Present yourself, son. Your masters are gonna ruin that ass of yours, today." Mostafa blushed but did as he was told, no matter how many times this happened, he never got used to the small sting of humiliation that was soon drowned by the heat of arousal. He bent over the couch, legs spread out and hairy ass exposed and presented, without really thinking, he gave it a tiny, discrete shaking, inviting both his father and Jamal further.

This earned him a hard smack to one ass cheek from Khaled, who's mouth was spread into a wide, lustful smile. "Eager, slut!" Another smack, to the other ass cheek, then Khaled grabbed the lube from inside his duffel bag, putting a generous amount of it into his palm, before spreading one cheek aside and slapping his lubed palm right on Mostafa's hole, making him jump slightly and let out a small horny sound. Khaled turned to Jamal, who was standing beside them, cock rock hard it was almost painful, and shot him a small wink, before shoving not one, not two, but three fingers right into Mostafa's hole, forcing a loud moan out of him. "Gotta make sure his thoroughly stretched, otherwise you and I might just break him~" Then started moving his fingers back and forth.

Jamal just stood and watched, his eyes occasionally roaming over Khaled's leathered-up figure, he knew the man had his kinky side, but this was pretty surprising, to say the least. Khaled yanked his fingers out before slightly lowering himself down and smacking his own hard, meat club right on Mostafa's pucker. He was about to push in... when a bulb lit up in his head, he turned to address Jamal. "How about a challenge, son?" Jamal raised his eyebrow, but silently waited for Khaled to continue. "Let's see who can make this little bitch..." He gave Mostafa's ass a hard smack of emphasis. "Cum more and the hardest before cumming themselves."

Jamal's eyes sparked as his nose flared for a few seconds, getting really excited now. "You're on, old man!" Khaled then stepped aside to let Jamal have the first turn, but before he could begin, Khaled whispered to him, but it was loud enough for Mostafa to hear. "He's been eager for your cock for a long time now. He told me he even dreamt about it, one time~" He gave Jamal's ass a pat of encouragement. "Give it to him good, son!"

Jamal did not disappoint, he started a bit slow, his fat head popped in with some effort, once he knew that Mostafa can handle his size, since he and Khaled were, almost, the same size, he slammed himself mercilessly into Mostafa, earning him a small scream of his friend as he pushed his ass hard back against the invading crotch.

Khaled let out a small whistle as he Jamal started moving, he groped and rubbed his bulge as he watched their friend absolutely destroying Mosta's insides, electing planty of sounds of arousal and slight pain from him with each thrust in. As if confirming what Khaled said earlier, Mostafa's cock started bobbing hard a few times, right before letting his first load loose all over the couch. Upon feeling those spasms through Mostafa's quivering hole, Jamal yanked himself out before the stimulation got too much, he didn't want to lose the best, but mostly he didn't want to disappoint 'uncle' Khaled.

The older camel gave a few slow claps of applause before stepping up and taking Jamal's place. "Very good, but you barely had any technique there. Let this 'old man' show you how it's done~" Not waiting for Jamal's reply, he just speared himself into his son and went to town. While Jamal used speed earlier, Khaled went a bit slower, but was putting more force into his thrusts, adjusting his stance regularly until he found the right angle.

Once again, with his prostate getting battered like that, it didn't take him long to lose his second load of the night, he was sweating heavily at this point, his sweat dripping down and mixing into the growing puddle of cum on the couch. Khaled gave his ass a hard smack, both cheeks now having a faint red hue to them at this point. "Your turn, son~"

And they kept going for hours on end, bathroom and waterbreaks were pretty short, they even took turns letting Mostafa drink their piss as going all the way to the bathroom became a hassle, plus that was one way of keeping him hydrated, since he won't be leaving that position for a while.

As it was getting late in the evening, they decided to up the ante, Mostafa gulping down his nerves as he was both excited and afraid of what they meant by that.

His answer soon came in the form of him, sitting on his father's lap with Khaled's cock lodged deep into him... then Jamal walking up to them and started pressing his own cock against his entrance. His body jolted slightly with nerves as he let out a tiny whine, his father held his face in both hands. "Hey, son. Look at me... good boy..." Then locked their mouths together, one hand still holding Mosta's face while the other pulled one ass cheek aside.

Jamal took the sign and started pushing in, earning a small whine from Mostafa with each attempt. First time didn't work... second time... the third time he just kept pushing in until the head popped in, electing a small cry from Mostafa that was muffled by his and Khaled's kiss. He kept whining and yelping until he felt Jamal's hair crotch pressing against his ass and stayed still.

They gave him a few minutes to adjust, it usually was Yusuf that Mostafa and Khaled would DP, but he wasn't as girthy as Jamal, adding the fact that this was Mostafa's first time taking two cocks at once didn't make it any easier. But after a short while, he gave them a sign to start, but for his sake, they started slow and gentle, giving him time to get used to the feeling and for the pain to subside.

But once they started hearing his horny and lustful sounds again, they both picked up the pace, their hairy balls brushing and rubbing against one another as their cocks frotted with each other pretty firmly in the confined space. It didn't take long for this new and extreme sensation to get to Mostafa, letting his last load loose all over Khaled's abs, chest, face, harness, and vest.

Feeling the contractions of his hole on their cocks, both of them gritted their teeth, muscles flexing and tensing, all in an attempt to hold back, the challenge pretty much forgotten as their arousal and pleasure took front and center stage. But neither of them could, not after, almost, a whole night of continuous sex and edging, they came at the same time, their hot and heavy, pent-up loads filling up Mostafa's insides, some of it actually gushing and spurting right back out and all over their crotches, as well as the couch and carpet.

Both Khaled and Jamal almost passed out from the intensity of their simultaneous orgasms, but managed to shake themselves away, Khaled rubbing his eyes while Jamal was blinking rapidly, the stars they were seeing were pretty blinding. Once the calmed down, they slowly pulled out of Mostafa, who let out a small yelp once both of them popped out, clenching on his hole to keep all of that cum in... but lost that battle as a large amount of it loudly squirted out, creating quite the impressive puddle on the carpet.

"Welp... there goes the cleaning bill for this carpet." Jamal stated out of the blue, as he saw the amount of cum pooling on it. That earned him a tired chuckle from both Mostafa and Khaled, who both lazily apologized.

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After a quick shower, Jamal was in the living room, attempting to wipe the stains off of the carpet. He got most of it, but the smaller ones were harder to get, so he gave up and decided to handle it tomorrow when he got back from work.

Khaled walked out of the bedroom, dressed up in his normal clothes, with his duffel bag hanging from one shoulder. Jamal looked up with a small smile, but concern was written on his face still. "How is he?"

Khaled waved his hand. "He'll be fine, long as he sleeps it off. But when he wakes up, tell him he doesn't have to work tomorrow. Doubt he'll be able to concentrate with a sore ass like that."

Jamal nodded as he stood up and followed Khaled to the door, but before he left, the older camel pressed his lip gently against Jamal's own for a few seconds before pulling back. "Thank you again, for treating my sons well." He nodded towards the bedroom. "Hope you don't mind him staying the night. Not like he has anyone waiting for him at home, anyways." He gave one of Jamal's nipples a small, teasing pinch, before walking out. "I'll see you tomorrow, yes?"

Jamal waited for him to get out of sight before closing the door and making his way to the bedroom, Mostafa was already under the covers gently snoring away. Jamal took his clothes off, remaining in some boxers, before getting into bed behind him, putting one arm around Mostafa and made himself comfortable, drifting off himself a few minutes later.

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Earlier, in Yusuf's home. He made sure that his wife was tucked comfortable in bed, the doctor assuring them that this is just a normal cold that will leave her in a day or two.

He went down to his house's diwaniya and sat there watching some evening TV. His diwanya wasn't anything major, just some arm rests and a few, wide floor sofas lining up the walls, there was also the TV sitting on top of a shelf that had multiple drawers at the front. Near the middle of a drama show's episode, his phone pinged with a message in their group chat. He opened the message... and his face burned with a deep, hot blush.

The message was a picture, which showed Mostafa's gaped out pucker, caked with and leaking cum, with both Khaled's and Jamal's cocks resting limply on either ass cheek, also covered in ample amounts of cum. The caption of the message said 'You missed out' followed by an eggplant emoji, peach emoji, and sweatdrops emoji.

There was also a message right under, from Jamal saying, 'Next time, this will be you~' followed by a winky face emoji.

Seeing the picture and reading the caption and message got him riled up. He silently walked back into the house, making sure that both his wife and son are soundly asleep, then went back to the diwaniya, locked the door, closed the windows, then looked inside the drawers of the TV shelf, deep in the back, he personally built a secret compartment that he kept some personal belongings in.

Namely, a small dildo and some lube. Once he had those out, he closed the windows and curtains, before getting naked and enjoying himself, random images snd scenes of what could have transpired in Jamal's apartment that lead to that picture filling his wild and horny imagination, truly hoping that next time it would be him that ends up like that.