It's the last weekend of Season 1! Here's what happens on Saturday afternoon. Chapters 9 to 10 will take us to Sunday night, before a break.
Nasser
After a lazy morning of video games and smoking with Karim, and a little too much daydreaming about marrying Alexis, Nasser left the others to take his shower, locking the door of the bathroom behind him. He peeled off his top, tan chest matted with dark hair, and grabbed his phone, propping it on the sink, hitting record. His shorts dropped next, boxers too. He shook his hips to make his cock swing, thick and half-hard for the camera. Then, he turned around, his hairy ass flexing as he showed it off, and even spread the cheeks to show Alexis his hairy hole.
He turned back and stroked his cock. His mind spun to Alexis as his fist pumped harder and harder, imagining him naked except for a cheap apron, cooking for the guys, then spreading for him in his own, shitty, single bed. His slutty bride, cum dripping down his thighs as he moved around the apartment, freely groped by the guys.
His little princess, naked and dripping, in his own apartment, freely groped and fucked by Nasser and Idriss. He saw himself stepping in, joining them, sliding into Alexis’s throat while Idriss pounded his ass, a wife for the both of them, perhaps exclusively. He’d watch Idriss cum thick ropes in his hole, then he would take his turn, would slam in deep, using Idriss’ cum as lube, offering his own for Idriss’ next fuck...
His cock pulsed, cum splattered the sink, the mirror, the phone while he panted, and finally, turned around again, the video ending with his ass in frame, a final flex. He snatched his phone, replayed it quickly, smirking at his hairy glory, then sent it to Alexis, typing in,
your man’s ready, princess
Tarek
Tarek stirred on his single bed. His eyes cracked open, landing on Adel across the room, asleep on Nasser’s bed, blankets kicked off, his skinny body a mess of dried cum smeared across his boxers, belly, and thighs, curled on his side. Tarek smirked, chuckling, “Little virgin can’t stop himself,” his own cock twitching in his boxers at the sight, at the memory it triggered. He rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom, leaving Adel to sleep.
After a quick, cold shower, Tarek dressed in the big bedroom, tugging on a tight soccer jersey, red and white clinging to his broad shoulders, running shorts hugging his ass, sleek Nike TNs lacing up fast. Fag bait, he thought, perfect for luring tourists to buy hash, maybe snag a chick too. Adel stirred then, eyes peeling open but unmoving, catching Tarek mid-dress. Adel stayed silent, staring as the clothes slowly covered Tarek’s body. *
“Heading to Bay Park,” Tarek said, tying his laces, “got some product to move.” He straightened, flexing, and grinned at Adel, “You can come along, if you want.”
Adel shrank, pulling the blanket up, as if only now realizing he was covered in dry cum. He mumbled “No,” barely audible.
Tarek laughed again, louder, stepping closer, looking down at Adel’s mess, his little doe eyes fleeing his.
“Rest up, then,” Tarek said, smirking, “you need it, kid.”
Sami
Sami trudged toward the townhouse, plastic grocery bags cutting into his calloused hands, after a relaxing morning away from home. He’d done the shopping, had prayed, had had normal conversations with guys who were older and more mature than his roommates. For once. He reached the building door, and froze as Idriss stepped out from the other side of the street, coming in as well, shouting a loud greeting in Arabic.
Sami’s gut clenched, his grip tightening on the bags, Idriss’s flashy Adidas tracksuit and cocky grin a taunt he didn’t need. “I don’t talk to you,” Sami snapped in French, hoping for distance. He shoved into the open door to the stairwell.
Idriss laughed, fell in step and climbed alongside Sami, his friendly chatter relentless. “Come on, man, just saying hi, we’re practically neighbors,” Idriss said, still in Arabic.
Sami turned halfway up, spitting, “You’re sinning with that faggot, ruining my prayers, my quiet times and dinner, you and your noisy faggot.”
Idriss shrugged, “Relax, bro, we didn’t know the building was so shitty. I’ll fuck my princess in the bedroom from now on, with music on in the living room, we’ll keep it chill.”
Sami’s jaw tightened, the stairs creaking under them, and he barked in Arabic, “Your music also interrupts our lives.”
Idriss laughed again, louder, countering, “Your constant yelling at your boys interrupts my fucking, so, call it even.” They hit the third floor and Idriss pulled keys from his pocket to open Alexis’ door, like he’d moved in. “Gonna get my nut sucked out,” Idriss said, with an even tone like he was announcing there was a game on, “world’s best cocksucker, you should join, rape that fag’s ass while I take his mouth, I know he’d love that shit.”
Sami’s blood boiled, bags dropping to the floor with a thud, his fists balling. “Do not taunt me with your faggot ways, nigger!” he roared, spit flying, fury shaking his body.
Idriss was unbothered as he stepped through Alexis’s door, “Chill, man, not partaking doesn’t mean you have to be an asshole about it.” He slipped inside, the door shutting with a click, leaving Sami in the hall, chest heaving.
Silence fell, Sami unmoving, groceries at his feet, his eyes locked on Alexis’s door. He waited, tense, as if expecting the fucking to start right this moment. Then music kicked on, some annoying Western pop music, the shield Idriss had promised, mocking Sami’s prayers all the same.
His hands shook as he stood rooted, a statue in the corridor, curiosity or fury holding him.
Idriss
Idriss lay atop Alexis, their bodies tangled in missionary on the bed. Idriss thrust slowly, his 9-inch cock sliding deep, skin slick against Alexis’s. Usually they kissed continually, during these kinds of fucks, their ritual of their lovemaking as kink, but today Idriss had pulled back, unable to stop apologizing, “Sorry, princess, fucked up with Sami out there, shouldn’t make you the bad neighbor.”
Alexis grinned, legs hooked around Idriss’s waist as he squeezed Idriss’s ass, pushing him deeper, “Don’t worry… Nass says Sami’s just stuck up, hides his hate for women and gays behind religion.”
Idriss stilled, cock buried balls deep, processing that. His brow furrowed as he said, “Doesn’t mean we have to rile him up, yeah? I fucked up, babe.”
Alexis tightened his grip, shoving Idriss’s hips forward, urging, “Keep fucking me, love. You’re not gonna fix it now.”
Idriss exhaled, resuming his thrusting, pushing himself at just the exact speed he needed so he could feel the boypussy stretch around him while still resisting a little bit along the way.
Alexis moaned and whispered, “I love you,” as they often did during those fucks, playacting something a bit bigger. It always hit Idriss harder than he thought, pushing him deeper inside Alexis even as he collapsed onto him and chased one tongue with the other.
Idriss’ cock swelled and he licked as much as he could into Alexis’ open mouth before asking, “Tell me about Reda, princess.”
Alexis lit up, hips rocking. “Kid’s such a cutie. He did so well in French, then put me on my knees and gave me a massive facial, came all over my face.” Idriss pushed himself in harder, faster as Alexis kept talking. “I didn’t wash it off because I knew you were coming, but I ate most of his cum, like… he made me eat it, finger by finger.”
Idriss couldn’t help but imagine shy Reda’s load on his princess’ face. “Thank you,” Idriss growled as he leaned down and kissed Alexis deeply, tongue sweeping his lips, then licking his cheeks, tasting where Reda’s cum had been, a ghost of salt and want. Idriss liked the kid, he’d liked him from the moment he’d seen him, all shy and awkward.
The kiss deepened, Idriss’s thrusts picking up, turning urgent. His hands pinned Alexis’s wrists and held him down as he whispered, “I love you,” to the little princess. His mind spun, picturing Reda here, kneeling beside Alexis, both sucking his 9-inch cock, lips stretched. He’d spit on their faces, slap Alexis’s ass, fuck Reda raw while Alexis watched, his princess cheering, cum swapping between them, a filthy triangle in this warm room. Idriss groaned, tongue tracing Alexis’s jaw, the fantasy driving his cock, tightening his balls.
Alexis back arched, his legs trembled, and he moaned “Love you,” again and again in a dozen languages that Idriss knew or had never heard of, pushing Idriss over.
His thrusts slammed deep, skin slapping skin and groans mixing with enough noise to drown the music on their end. Idriss’s sweat dripped into Alexi’s open mouth, and he growled, “My princess,” kissing Alexis harder, licking his face, Reda’s cum a memory he claimed. His cock pulsed, cum surging suddenly, the orgasm rippling through him right after like the sound of the fireworks right after the lights. Idris ground in the perfect boypussy, panting, “Fuck, princess…” Alexis clenching tightly around him. He stayed buried, kissing, tongue lazy on Alexis’s lips, the afterglow warm, the room their cocoon.
Next : someone takes charge of the domestic situation, someone gets a foot massage, and someone gets that threesome he's been thinking about
Thank you for reading ! I decided to upload 7 and 8 at once because they were a bit lighter in sex, and given that episodes 9-10 will both feature multiple sex scenes to end the season with as many bangs as can be
