Camels Cocks and Couscous
Chapter 8
The last evening was spent around the pool, joined by Tariq, wearing a Dishdasha, through which could be seen a dark blue jockstrap, he had been instructed to make the lads last evening as enjoyable as possible and have them at the airport at 6 am for the early departure of Rafi’s Gulfstream V back to London.
After eating, they had a swim and splash around to work off what they’d stuffed themselves with, ending up in the sauna naked and sweating with Tariq fussing around with towels and wiping them down with a cold flannel, taking particular care to rub each of their cocks with oils, until they all had erections. “ You now alls fucks me in my ass hole, no cummings there, after in my gob hole I wills sucking yous all to swallowings” (sic) he announced. Bending over and flicking his Dishdasha over his head, he leant forward against one of the benches, thrusting his jock strapped hairy ass, out and upwards ready for the first penetration. Pete stood up and rubbing his cock to a full erection he thrust slowly into Tariq’s oil soaked ass. Tariq’s head was covered by his flicked over Dishdasha and had no idea who’s cock was up his ass, he moaned and groaned with pleasure as Pete thrust harder and faster, pulling out as he felt the beginnings of an orgasm. Gary took over thrusting hard and fast knowing Tariq’s hole was well and truly ready for a good pounding, followed by Colin, who had to be reminded after a few thrusts that he wasn’t to cum in Tariq, with which he pulled out, his cock dripping copious amounts of pre cum. Liam and Terry were next and tried unsuccessfully to get both their cocks into Tariq’s ass at the same time.
Tariq had counted 5 cock penetrations in his ass, stood up turned and fell to his knees, to take the nearest cock, which happened to be Colins, into his mouth and with enthusiastic relish, sucked hard moving his mouth rapidly up and down the throbbing cock but only a couple of times before Colin ejaculated, the others counted 5 shots and 5 swallows as Tariq moved onto Pete with the same fervour. Swallowing 3 loads from Pete, he moved onto Gary where he managed 4 ejaculations and 4 swallows. Liam and Terry stood closely together, turned inwards and shoved both their cocks into Tariq’s mouth and thrust together. Tariq opened his watering eyes in surprise but continued to take them both, with intermittent gagging and a nodding head of approval, tears streamed down his cheeks, his own cock on the verge of exploding as he wanked it furiously inside the jockstrap pouch, obviously enjoying the experience immensely. Liam and Terry exploded at the same time, their legs shaking as the sensation of their touching cocks ejaculating together in the tight confines of Tariq’s mouth, became overwhelming. Both of them shooting 4 loads each.
Tariq was unable to swallow quickly enough and their spunk mix spilled out of the side of Tariq’s mouth to dribble down onto the jockstrap pouch, retaining his own ejaculating cock.
They carried the exhausted Tariq naked into the showers and sat him down on the floor under one of the shower heads breathing heavily and speechless. “Fuck that was so horny “ sighed Liam, the water flowing over his body, as he let his brother and Colin wash his cock and balls for him, the apprehension he had to his brother’s attentions, overcome. Pete and Gary reciprocating the washing ritual too. Finished, they pulled Tariq to his feet and ten hands proceeded to wash and rub his body for him, including soapy fingers up his ass to ensure a thorough cleanse, they continued until they managed to get Tariq ejaculating for a second time much to his delight. It had been a long day and Tariq was persuaded to stay with them for the night and soon the six naked, spent, euphoric lads fell asleep.
They emerged from the SUV to be met by the same two officials on their arrival, who counted the five passports, nodded and strolled back to the terminal without a word. Tariq had ensured their bags had been loaded aboard the blue and white Gulfstream V and after lots of hugs at the aircraft steps handed them over to the immaculate uniformed steward who held out his arm inviting them to board. The lads were speechless at the opulence surrounding them, enormous leather covered individual armchairs, polished walnut tables and gold fittings everywhere. Taxing out, the steward offered ice cold champagne, ensuring, with a smile and a pat on each of their bulging groins, that their seat belts were securely fastened. Once established in the climb, the seat belt lights went out and the steward disappeared through the forward door into the cockpit. Only to emerge 5 minutes later dressed in a Dishdasha with full headdress and scarf which he’d pulled across his face. The lads looked worried, wondering if this was where he pulled a gun and shot them all, they stared at the steward, who stared back in silence, only the sound of the engines throttling back as they reached cruising height, could be heard. Then a chuckle and a full blown laugh, as the steward pulled back the scarf to reveal himself, they all let out a sigh of relief and began breathing again as Rafi’s grinning face stared back at them.
“You lads have one last favour to impart to me before we get to the UK, over the Black Sea at 42000 feet, you will each fuck me like you fucked Tariq last evening and then I will swallow each of your loads, can you do that?” they all nodded, but looked concerned. Gary asked the question that was on all their minds, “ Is the steward flying the plane now” Rafi laughed, of course, there are three of us, all qualified Captains, I performed the take off but Fisal who welcomed you, is also a qualified Captain, he and Michael are flying the aircraft now, so nothing to worry about, now lets begin shall we” he said pressing a button on one of the seat beside him.
The seats hummed and whirred and began a transformation into a leather bench Fisal could lean over and be fucked from behind. Like Tariq, Fisal leant over and flicked his Dishdasha over his head, to reveal the straps of a dark blue jockstraps compressing his hairy ass cheeks together, already oiled and ready for the first cock, who needless to say was Coiln, his every ready rampant cock twitching for the off. Colin thrust in and out until he felt a tingle in his balls and pulled out, in turn the others shoved, pushed and thrust each of their rampant shafts deep into Rafi’s ass, as he moaned groaned and ground his ass onto each of their cocks. Rafi stood, then sat down on the floor leaning back against the bench, as in turn they stood astride his legs, allowing Rafi to take their cocks into his vacuum like mouth. One by one they ejaculated into Rafi’s throat, who managed to swallow without any spillages. Liam was last and just as he was about to shoot his load, Colin dropped to his knees, pulled Rafi’s straining cock from under his jockstrap pouch and proceeded to excitedly suck Rafi, who was as surprised as the rest of them, and immediately began shooting his Princely load of spunk into Colin’s gulping mouth, as he gulped down the remnants of Liam’s spunk.
Rafi rose and thanked them all, reminding them that they were now in the ‘mile high club’, giving an extra thank you to Colin for taking his load, which no one had dared do before. Rafi returned to the cockpit and Fisal returned with hot wet and dry towels for them to clean up, informing them a cold buffet and drinks were available at the rear of the aircraft, to help themselves and use a call button if they needed anything.
Four hours later they were on final approach to RAF Northolt, just north of Heathrow, permissible as they were officially a foreign Royal flight. Rafi came back as they taxied in, thanking them once again and asked they wait on board until he’d left with the officials greeting him, and that Fisal would give them the nod when their car arrived to take them to customs and immigration. Unlike Heathrow, there were no queues and the formalities were swift and uneventful. They walked through the exit doors to see Scott and Richard waiting by an enormous Rolls Royce limousine, that would take them all home, courtesy of Prince Rafi. “ Had a good time then lads” asked Scott grinning from ear to ear, as the chauffer swept the Roller out onto the A40 towards the M25. “Enjoy the camels and couscous did we” laughed Richard, “not forgetting the cocks” Scott added, grabbing and squeezing his crotch. “ Had a look at your bank balances on your phones yet? “ asked Richard. They all took out their phones and checked. One by one came an exclamation of “ Fuck, no way.” “All that for so much fun” cried Liam, “ I’d have done that for nothing”. Colin summed it up with a whistle through his teeth, “I even got to nosh off an Arabian Prince at 40 odd thousand feet over the Black Sea, I wonder if I got a bonus for that” he said, stretching over to look at the amounts displaying on the other’s phones, laughing. Lucrative business, Camels, Cocks and Couscous, aye lads, remarked Scott, as they swept down the ramp onto the M25.
The end.
Thank you for all your encouraging comments and thumbs, always much appreciated.
R 😊
If you enjoyed this, I shall be posting ‘Ben’s Christmas leave’ next week, a shortish horny tale for the run up to Christmas.
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