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New day, new city.

This is what Jamal told himself as he woke up in a new bed, he got out of bed and stretched with a loud and drawn out groan. He made his way over to the full-body mirror and started flexing a bit with a wide smirk on his face.

As a camel, he was born with a pretty large body, which became even bigger as he spent his life lifting weights and building his body, it actually became quite the tension releasing hobby of his, he even managed to bring some of his favorite weights along with him. Having a brown body all over with some thick bushes of hair on his chest and crotch, with a slim treasure trail connecting the two. Not to mention the impressive foot-long piece of manmeat that dangled between his legs, as well as his pretty big and, almost constantly, full balls which were slightly less hairy than his body.

He lifted both arms for a double bicep flex, showing off his bushy pits, smugly pulling one bicep to himself and plant a small kiss on it. He then turned around to check his back muscles, his lats flaring out as he flexed, his hairy glutes tightening as well before finally relaxing his body and making his way to the bathroom, taking a quick shower and shaving the beard stubble that have been growing for a while, leaving his thick sideburns and goatee intact, he also took a little while to admire his tribal, cloud tattoo on his left shoulder.

He took his time in the shower but decided against cranking one out that morning, getting this gut feeling that he might get lucky with some other stud that day, if not there's always the wank before bed~

He stepped out with nothing but a towel covering his lower regions, but that soon dropped as he went to the wardrobe to grab something to wear. It's his first day at the spice and herb shop he applied at, the move was necessary since this is a shop owned by one of his uncle's friends. He actually did pretty well academically, but it was his own choice since he didn't like working at big companies and such.

That and the shop went through some renovation recently, while the current owner can't handle it and his son was studying abroad.

He settled on a simple, black t-shirt and some sweatpants, deciding to go commando this time. He finally grabbed his glasses and was on his way.

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He still had some time to kill before he had to work, so he found of those street vendors and bought himself some black coffee, he could've gone to one of those hookah cafes, but he tends to take his sweet time in one of those, so a quick pick me up will have to do.

He decided to walk around the place where his shop located, it was a pretty well-known bazaar in the city, but the place was somewhat empty during this time since it's the beginning of the week, most people are barely out of bed to get to work, shopping would be the very last thing on their minds.

He found quite a few shops that he would become a regular of, most of them food-related, then he stumbled upon a rug shop. Almost mesmerized by the beautiful patterns he walked in and started browsing, gently running his hands across the fabric, and those prices were pretty great too!

"Welcome, friend. How can I help you?" Jamal turned to face the one who addressed him, seeing another camel with a pretty good body, which was pretty well-defined under his button shirt, a couple of the top buttons already undone, giving a small glimpse at his hairy chest.

"Oh, hello!" Jamal replied stepping closer to the other man. "I'm actually new to the city. Only arrived a couple of days ago, I actually work at one of the shops here, so I figured I should get familiar with the place."

"Oh! You're working at that spices & herbs shop?" The man asked enthusiastically. "That place is pretty great. We buy most of our spices from there."

"Well, seems like we're gonna be regulars for each other, then!" He replied with his own enthusiasm. He stretched out his hand to the other camel. "I'm Jamal. A pleasure to meet you."

The other man took the hand into his own. "Yusuf. Pleasure is mine!" Just then the door leading to the back office of the shop opened and out walked an older looking camel, his skin color being darker than Yusuf's and he was clearly bigger than him in the muscle department, his brightly colored kaftan seemed like it would burst off of his body if he even breathed wrong. "Ah, dad. Meet Jamal." Yusuf wrapped his arm around Jamal's waist and pulled him close in a frat bro manner. Although it was discreet, Jamal did feel Yusuf's hand giving his hip a small squeeze, but he didn't pay it any mind. "He'll be working in the herb shop that was getting some reconstruction done on it."

The older camel smiled and walked over to them, his arms spread wide. "Ah, welcome friend, welcome!" Jamal reached his hand for a shake but was surprised when the older camel pulled him in for a tight hug, which he gave back. The older man pulled back and gave him a couple of firm pats on his arm, giving his bicep a couple of discrete squeezes. "It's always a pleasure to meet new friends. My name is Khaled, I'm this one's father and the owner of this shop." He gestured to Yusuf as he mentioned him. "Have you gotten the chance to meet my other son, yet?"

"Other son?"

"Yes, his name's Mostafa, although we call him Mosta most of the time. He works in the domestic wares and brass shop in front of yours." Khaled explained as he placed his hands on his hips, his arms slightly flexing unconsciously.

Jamal took a small and sharp breath before he composed himself, not wanting to be caught staring by this man. "Oh yeah, I've seen the shop, but didn't see anyone working in there, yet."

Khaled let out a small huff. "That lousy little-" He stopped himself as he pulled out his phone, pressed quick dial, and went back into his office in the back. Soon enough, both Jamal and Yusuf began hearing Khaled firmly scolding whoever was on the other side, possibly the other son, Mostafa.

Jamal was now once again, fixated on the beautifully patterned rugs, didn't notice Yusuf coming closer until he spoke. "Hey, um... you need help with that?" Jamal turned to him with a raised brow, moving his sight to where he was looking and his own eyes bugged out, pulling the bottom of his t-shirt down in a failed attempt to cover the chub he was sporting, one that pushed against the fabric of his pants, almost reaching all the way to his knees.

"Uhm... I don't-"

Yusuf let out a small chuckle. "Look, I know how you were looking at me and my father earlier. He knows about me and he's fine with it. So...?" He reached down and began gently stroking Jamal through his sweatpants.

Jamal took a sharp and deep breath through his nose, his body stiffening up and tensing as the tiniest touch sent quite the shock throughout his body. "Um... may-maybe another time..." He gently pulled away from Yusuf, quickly adjusting himself. But noticing the look on Yusuf's face made him feel a little bad, he looked around real quick before pulling the other camel to himself and planting a brief kiss on his lips. "Don't worry. I did mean it when I said 'another time'~" He shot the man a wink before leaving the shop. "Tell your father to expect me to truly purchase something next time I'm here!"

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Seeing the time, Jamal decided to finally go back to his shop and open for business. He was given a spare key for the place by the owner so he had no problem getting in, the smell of various spices and herbs were pleasant to his nose, he was even tempted to swipe a few for himself, but he didn't want any trouble with the owner who placed such trust in him.

Legally purchasing them would be fine too, but he gets those moments of impish mischief.

Since it was early in the morning, and a Monday, things were pretty slow, no customers whatsoever. Seeing that, he went into the back to do a quick inventory check.

He was about halfway done when he heard a knock on the front door. "Hello?" He went to the front and saw a camel who looked very much like Yusuf, but as wide and powerfully built as himself and Khaled, so the only conclusion he could come to was that this must be the other son, Mostafa. "Oh, hello there! My dad said that someone was finally gonna reopen this shop." Unlike his brother and father, Mostafa was wearing nothing but a plain, white tank top and some sweatpants... and clearly going commando under them, like Jamal did.

Mostafa noticed that fact as he shamelesly gave Jamal a look over and gave him a knowing smirk. "Seems like I'm not the only one who likes comfort~"

Yep, he was Yusuf's brother, alright. Jamal also noticed Mostafa's and Yusuf's choice in facial hairstyles, unlike Khaled who had a full, thick beard, the twins kept theirs shaved, leaving their thick sideburns and goatees. Twins down to that fact, it seems.

He gave his own smirk back and, instead of trying to cover himself, crossed his arms over his thick chest. "Something like that. You clearly seem to enjoy such 'comfort' as well~"

Mostafa walked in and started browsing. "I haven't been here for a while, the place became bigger, that's for sure." He walked up to the counter and leaned on it, making sure that his wide frame didn't bump against anything valuable. "So... what brings a stud like you to this side of the city?"

Jamal let out a chuckle, already liking this guy's confidence. He gave him the summarised version of his story, his eyes shamelessly roaming over Mostafa's body. "If I knew hunkss like you and your brother were around, I would have moved here sooner."

"And my father?" Mostafa asked with a knowing and smug smile on his face.

Jamal let out a weak and nervous chuckle at that. "Would you be upset if I said, 'Yes'?"

"Absolutely not. I know that my father is a stud, he also knows it and flaunts it whenever he wants!"

"Like father, like son, eh?" Jamal's sweatpants were slowly becoming tighter and tighter, luckily he was standing behind the counter, so anyone outside won't be able to see his raging hard-on.

"If you want... I can show you~" Jamal stood up and began walked around the counter, casually lifting the lift-up part of it and walking in. Anyone who looked from the outside, or anyone in general really, would find it strange, if not intimidating. But being someone with a similar mindset, Jamal was, strangely enough, pretty fine with it.

"Sure thing, friend. Let me just lock up, real quick." Jamal said as he made his way to the front doors, closing and locking them. "Don't want anyone disturbing us, after all." Then went to the back of the shop, the sight that met him there was, despite being pretty expected at this point, still surprised him.

Mostafa stood there, leaning back on one of the empty shelves, pants already down to his ankles, one hand slowly jerking that impressive cock of his, while the other was under his tank top, rubbing at his hairy chest and tweaking at those perked up nipples of his. "So... gonna let me wait any longer? This won't suck itself, you know~" His hairy balls would visibly bounce a bit with each stroke of his hand.

Jamal simply cocked an eyebrow as his own smirk remained on his face, he stepped closer to the other man, simply pushing down his own pants just enough to let his own cock spring out, already pretty lengthy and thick. Seeing the look and blush on Mostafa's face was practically priceless. "Oh... fuck me..." Mostafa muttered to himself but was loud enough for Jamal to hear.

Jamal himself stepped even closer, this time their bodies and cocks touching and pressing against one another, he then gave Mostafa's lips a small peck... then locking their lips together in a deep and heated kiss.

Mostafa's hands roamed over Jamal's back, letting out some hums of approval as he gave Jamal's muscles a few appreciative squeezes and presses before moving down to his new friend's hairy ass, giving his cheeks the same treatment. Jamal was returning the favor, though, his own hands rubbed at Mostafa's front at first, giving his hairy pecs and abs some attention, focusing on his nipples for a little while, then moved to this back, tracing his finger along the 'roads' and 'valleys' that were between Mostafa's muscles, then finally reached his hairy ass, giving one cheek a firm smack, making the other camel jump a bit more from the suddenness of the smack, rather than the force of it.

Mostafa finally pulled back, allowing them both to breathe. "So... you gonna suck it or do I have to push you down?" He asked with a smirk on his face and a look that made him look somewhat intimidating.

But not to Jamal, whose smirk only seemed to widen as he pressed his snout against Mostafa's "Let's get something clear here, friend: If one of us is gonna be the 'bitch' here it is not gonna be me. So, I suggest you put that 'macho-alpha' act on hold when you're with me"

Mostafa wanted to talk back, but something inside of him which rarely rears its head was triggered. His blush grew wider and deeper, his ears drooping submissively as that all too familiar sensation washed over him like a river. He gulped down some nerves before silently obeying Jamal and going down on his knees, pressing his mouth against the other man's crotch and taking a few licks at the base of that cock. Fuck, even the base was pretty thick... "Oh... fuck me..." He repeated, a little louder this time.

"Maybe if you do a good job, I might~" Jamal replied before grabbed the back of Mostafa's head and pushing him harder against his crotch. "Now get to work. Impress me."

The commanding tone in Jamal's voice sent a very pleasant shiver down Mostafa's spine, despite not knowing how this is happening, he was pretty eager to impress and please this man. He started by planting some small pecks on those big and hairy balls, then move up to the base and slowly trailed all the way to the tip which he instantly took into his mouth. It was clear that he knew his way around a dick, and a big one, considering that Jamal was thicker than himself in that department, he could actually feel his throat bulging out in an attempt to make room for that girthy meat. "I see you're quite the expert, eh?" Jamal teased as he gave Mostafa's face a couple of gentle, teasing taps.

Mostafa let out a small groan around the monstrous cock in his mouth before he picked up the pace, moving his head faster and providing harder suction, his tongue working the base and sides with each slide.

It was clearly getting to Jamal as his grip on Mostafa's head tightened a bit. "Fuck... fuck... too good... GAH!" Jamal instantly clamped a palm on his mouth after that tiny outburst, holding Mostafa's head in place as he started to face-fuck him, hard, the sudden change in pace caught him off-guard which caused him to gag and cough, grabbing Jamal's thighs tightly but not trying to push away.

Suddenly, Jamal slammed his entire cock into Mostafa's throat, electing a loud gag from him and causing his eyes to tear, just as his cock expanded and began flooding Mostafa's mouth and throat with wave after wave of thick cum. Try as he could he couldn't swallow it all, some of it actually splashed out of the sides of his mouth, dripping all over his chest and tank top, some even spurted out of his nostrils, making a mess out of his face. Jamal's orgasm went on for a while longer, all the while with him growling 'Fuck... Fuck... Fuck...' behind his hand, not until the last parts of his orgasm did he finally remove his hand, groaning and growling deeply as the last of his cum seeped out of his cock and into Mostafa's eager mouth.

Mostafa stayed on Jamal's cock for a while before slowly pulling himself back, taking a few swallows before he managed to gulp everything that was in his mouth. "Fuck... when was the last time you unloaded?" He chuckled slightly after the question, which elected a few small coughs out of him.

"Since this morning?" Jamal let out his own tired chuckle as he replied. He then tapped Mostafa a couple of times on his shoulder before gesturing for him to stand up. "Up, come on." Mostafa obliged, only to get a deep kiss from his new friend.

Once Jamal had his fill of the kiss, he pulled back, leaving Mostafa almost breathless. "So... did I do good?" Instead of replying, Jamal just shot him a wink before squatting down and giving Mostafa's rock hard cock some attention in return. "Oh! I'll take that as a 'Yes'."

Despite being a total top, Jamal doesn't mind sucking some cock on occasion, personally, he doesn't get how some tops see it as a 'not-so-top' thing to do. But Mostafa did a pretty good job, so this is the least he could do, and judging by the sounds and noises coming from his new friend, he was doing a pretty great job.

Mostafa didn't last as long as Jamal did and so he gritted his teeth tightly together, groaning and hissing through them as he sent rope after rope of his own cum splashing into Jamal's mouth and throat. Jamal managed to expertly swallow down Mostafa's load, not a drop was spent, he swallowed the last of it with a smile on his face. "And you say I was pent up." He chuckled as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

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After some quick adjustments and an exchange of numbers, as well as a quick peck on the lips by Mostafa, they both went back to their respective works, Mostafa actually going back to his cocky and confident self from earlier.

Seems like they spent quite some time in the back, now the bazaar was coming to life as customers and other shop owners began arriving. Jamal's shop had a lot of regulars before the renovation, it seems, he was asked a few times about what happened to the owner and his son, to which he had to explain the events that lead him to manning the shop instead of someone from the family.

Throughout the shops open times, he made some pretty good sales, a few ladies that came in actually flirted with him, most of them jokingly, others were pretty serious. He had to decline all of them, not like he could provide what they wanted, after all.

Near the end of his work time, he was doing some final inventory checks and sending the information as well as some personal requests from a few customers to the owner, who will decide if they need to restock.

The moment he sent that to the owner, he got a message from one of the social media apps, he opened it and found out that he was added to... a group chat? Before he asked anything, he was given all the answers he needed as a picture of Mostafa's cock making quite the lump in his pants, the message had a caption reading 'Miss you already. ;)'.

Soon after, he got a couple of greetings from two different numbers he didn't know. Again, his silent questions were answered as he got a... picture of a plump, hairy ass, this one also had a caption, this one read. 'Yusuf here. Hope to get to know you better~"

Then finally, the third and last member of the group chat sent his own pic... which was a front pic of a thick, like THICC and hairy chest, plus a set of bushy abs of someone with slightly darker skin, almost like his own.. It took him a second for the cogs to click in place, right before the reading the caption that read 'Next time, you ask permission before you fuck my boys. ;P'

"Wow, guess the whole family is in on it, huh?" He was still in the backroom, so he was pretty well hidden from outside eyes. So he took the chance to lift his tank top, tucking it behind his head but not fully taking it off, then turned to the camera app of his phone, took a selfie of his own hairy chest and abs, even showing off some crotch hair and the very base of his cock. He typed out his caption that read 'A pleasure to meet you all! XD', then closed the app and put his phone to sleep. Finally closing the shop and making his way home, plenty of wanking material for tonight, that's for sure~