The following morning while Chris was having his breakfast with his mother, she looked at him and said, “Chris, I will be gone for the day overseeing a court case. Hassan will be having his clients over from his gym in the lounge. I hope you can try to avoid interacting with them.”
“Oh? Why should I…fine,” Chris started to complain but then begrudgingly accepted as he remembered the ultimatum she told him yesterday.
Emma had soon left for her appointments at court as the afternoon rolled around. From the balcony of Chris’s room, Chris watched a shirtless Hassan performing his pre-workout in the lounge on the first floor. This time, he was wearing compression pants putting his huge thigh muscles on display. When the doorbell suddenly rang, Hassan grabbed a compression vest that tightly complemented his muscular physique.
It would seem that his clients were two young adults, a youthful young man and a plucky young woman. They looked to be in their twenties. Both had blue eyes and blonde hair that was probably bleached. Chris scoffed with jealousy. Hassan started them off with a warm-up before moving on to some calisthenic exercises. Soon, Hassan instructed them to perform some squats.
The young man had asked Hassan over to instruct him on the proper way to do a squat. Hassan took the young man’s hand, then his butt and put him in the position. Soon, the young man began to move up and down as Hassan’s hand lays firm on his ass. “That little twink has some nerve!!” Chris looked at them with green monsters in his eyes, even though the twink in question was probably 2-3 years older than him, probably aged 24-25, he had recognised him from his mother’s social media post as her ex-intern 2-3 years ago.
Then, the young woman called Hassan over to instruct her on the proper squat too. Hassan obliged, he positioned her butt and fixed her posture.
As the workout continued, the young man and young women consistently asked Hassan to help them with their posture. “So needy, I bet they want a piece of him like I do” Chris scoffed. As Hassan instructed and touched them, Chris could tell from the clear outline in Hassan’s pants that he was becoming excited. Hassan is a sex addict after all. When the young man asked Hassan for a massage after their workout, Hassan agreed instantly.
The young man lay down on his yoga mat. Hassan got on top of the young man and began to massage his back. The young man then asked Hassan to go lower, lower, and lower until Hassan reached his ass. Hassan wanted to go lower, but the man stopped him gesturing for him to go back up to his bubbly butt. Even from his balcony, Chris saw Hassan put on a devilish grin and asked the woman if she would like a massage too. The woman gladly obliged and came towards Hassan. Hassan then took off his compression vest and collapsed his entire body weight onto the boy. He slowly grinds the boy’s ass with his muscular body and now erect cock.
Chris could not hear what Hassan was saying to the man or the woman. He did see Hassan begin to kiss the woman as he slapped the little twink’s peachy ass. Chris did not know Hassan was interested in a man. But he decided to take out his phone and film the scene, thinking mischievously how his mother would react.
“Perhaps she would chase Hassan out?” Chris thought with conflict.
As Chris recorded them from his balcony, Hassan made out with the woman and grind his groin into the little guy’s peachy ass. The young man was soon on his knees sucking Hassan’s cock. When Hassan caught the woman ogling him, he brought the woman down next to the man and the two of them began sucking Hassan’s huge fully erected ten-inch monster.
The man and the woman dragged their lips and tongues around his thick meat taking turns sucking on his head. Hassan then pulled the girl up and gave her a deep kiss while fondling her well-developed breasts. The young man slipped more of Hassan’s cock into his mouth while Hassan and the girl continue to make out. The woman let Hassan’s exploring hand roam freely down her back and slide under the rim of her thin lacey underwear. For the young man, Hassan’s large thick fingers prodded at his tight pink hole with the tip of a digit entering him.
The young man and woman came up with a gasp as Hassan inserted his fingers into them. The young man took his moment of weakness and put Hassan’s cock back in his mouth. Hassan then moves on to devour the woman’s delicious breasts. Hassan brought both of their submissive sides out, allowing Hassan to do what he wanted with their bodies. While he sucked on the woman’s tit, he brought a free hand down on the young man’s head and began fucking his face.
The young man gagged profusely on Hassan’s massive cock. He was perfectly abused with Hassan’s cock stuffing his face and Hassan’s fingers digging into his hole. Hassan has such dexterity with his actions that the little man is losing himself to Hassan. The little guy’s spit was dripping from Hassan’s slick cock and his chin. The fingers and hands Hassan used soon moved when he switched positions.
When Hassan leaned back, he dragged the woman over his face and had her sit on him. He made sure to keep the young man pinned on his cock with a leg up over the boy’s back. Hassan made the girl cry out as he licked and tongued fuck her pussy. The squealing sound she was making was complimented by the sloppy actions of her friend below her. They both worked in tandem pleasuring the Arabian man.
The young man had suddenly come off Hassan’s cock breathing heavily as the big man did not stop playing with his hole. Hassan pushed the woman aside and pulled the man in closer to him, so he had better access to his tight pink hole. The man’s upper body was pressed into Hassan with his neck hooked on Hassan’s shoulder.
Hassan used both hands to mess with the little guy’s hole this time. He inserted four fingers, two from each hand, pushing them in deep. Then he pulled them sideways in a separating motion stretching the boy’s anal muscle in the process, opening it bigger while positioning it for his big hard cock.
Up against Hassan’s body, the young man was grabbing at his sides as he was writhing from all the work. The sounds coming from his mouth were filled with lust and desire mixing. The young man squealed a mix of pain and euphoria as Hassan’s cock finally rammed past his tender prostate.
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The young man’s hips couldn’t stop pressing back into Hassan, demanding more for Hassan while his toes twitched uncontrollably at the sensation he was facing. Hassan kept the man locked against his chest as he was still reaching behind him.
His hands were rubbing his ass and leaving every so often to touch the woman. The woman was enjoying having her breasts fondled by the lecherous Hassan, especially when Hassan would wrap his lips around her tit again.
The young man was straddling his hips with the length of Hassan’s big fat cock stretching his tight little hole. Their eyes locked as Hassan used his hips as leverage to lower him down on his shaft. Once the young man was seated, the young man fell into Hassan's muscular body, caressing Hassan's big pecs, big biceps and abs while enjoying the size and slickness of Hassan’s cock ravaging his hole.
The young man was rocking his hips on Hassan’s cock, clearly enjoying the huge size. Hassan was kind enough to keep his hips pointed for the little guy to ride his cock. That burst of energy Hassan had was waning as the woman moved to capture Hassan’s lips.
The lapse in rhythm didn’t affect Hassan as he was already on the edge again. The little guy felt Hassan pump his cock into him several times before keeping him firmly pegged on his cock.
In that moment of him pulling the young man down, the tip of his cock slammed against his prostate forcing the young man to ejaculate across Hassan’s chest, while screaming out loud: “I am Hassan little whore!!”. Hassan howled and laughed maniacally, as he dumped his load on the guy. He made sure to bury his seed deep inside him.
When the young man slid off Hassan, the woman eagerly jumped on Hassan’s slick cock. The young man made sure to guide her hips up and down on Hassan’s cock as the young woman focused on sucking Hassan’s tongue into his mouth.
Hassan leaned back completely on the floor. He was looking down at the young man as the woman moaned and squealed with his cock in her pussy. Placing his hands on either side of her cheeks, he forced her to keep her pace with him.
Soon Hassan plastered the woman’s ass down on his cock with yet another roar, Hassan came into her with his thick load, before sliding out of her. When his cock left, her ass bounced like a plug was pulled from her. Hassan then turned the woman over, separates her legs and dived his mouth into her creamed-filled pussy. “I am Hassan’s whore!!” The woman screams with exhilarating pleasure.
The intensity of her orgasm was exhausting as she lay on the ground drenched in sweat.
Hassan had soon collapsed on a yoga mat while the young man and woman each laid submissively on his arms while resting their heads on his muscular chests. “Like a Sultan or a Persian Shah Cyrus the Great with his concubine and concubinus at his side”, Chris thought to himself. Yes, that is why Hassan looked so familiar, he looked just like a modern rendition of Cyrus the Great as a warrior during one of the Persian exhibitions he saw in MET in New York. Yes, Chris is well aware that Cryus is not Arab. But Chris can’t help but draw the similarity, the same confidence of an alpha king, the masculine beard (shorter of course for Hassan), the bodybuilder physique. “Lucky them…” Chris lamented. Chris can’t help but imagine what if the young man Hassan is fucking today is him. His mind flows to imagine Hassan sitting on his imperial throne, while Chris sits on Hassan’s lap as his imperial concubinus.
From the balcony, Chris was seething. Was it jealousy or anger making him feel that way? Hassan had clearly done something inappropriate. Regardless, Chris sent the video to his mother. Soon the video ticked blue confirming she watched the video.
Emma began to type indicated by a three-dotted bubble then Chris was reading, “Hey Chris, let me talk to you once I’m back.”
Chris smiled devilishly. Did his plot to chase Hassan away finally succeed? Then Chris began to feel a sense of loss. So what if he had succeeded? Was this really what he wanted?
Hi guys! The writer here, below are the links to my Bluesky profile. I have also created a Patreon where I have posted the 3rd chapter of the story there. (It will be released on gaydemon next month). I have also created some SFW pictures of Hassan and Chris on my Bluesky. I will also be creating NSFW pictures of Hassan and Chris on my Patreon.
