Date: Fri, 8 Jan 2021 16:27:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: New Jeddah Khamsin

STORY SYNOPSIS: Khamsins (desert sandstorms) on the planet New Jeddah are
far more dangerous than the ones on Earth, so when one blows up on an
archeological dig, our hero has to share a "Khamsin tent" with a New Norway
man of prodigious size. Lying naked together this small capsule-like
shelter barely big enough for both of them and trapped for days with
nothing to do, they make love.


             NEW JEDDAH KHAMSIN
            By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
          WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     The small archaeological camp had erupted into frantic action by the
men all around my family and me.  "Khamsin!  Khamsin!" was the alarm I was
hearing again and again.

     On Earth, the Khamsin is a hot, windy sandstorm that assails the
desert of the Arabian Peninsula, northern Africa and the lands east of the
eastern end of the Mediterranean Sea.  It is a nasty thing to endure, but
here on New Jeddah, the Khamsin was much, much worse!

     I looked out at the desert sand dunes toward the south, normally that
view was just sand dunes and blue sky, the dunes tiny and shifting, the sky
solid blue ungraced by clouds.  Not now.

     There was the Khamsin, a tremendous wall of sand-brown tones
stretching from horizon to horizon and up into the sky.  Hurricane-force
winds carrying sand capable of killing a man by slicing him to shreds and
it would be here within fifteen minutes, I'd been warned.

     My father was talking to the camp director while we his family
clustered nearby, the group of us immobile while all the men around us
raced about.  "Where do we go?" Daddy asked.  The equipment shed?"  It was
the sole bit of building around us, the rest of it was small tents which
were being taken down and hauled into the shed.  In their place were small
bundles of metal being laid out and triggered, expanding to pods the shape
of a medicine capsule but seven feet long and three feet wide.  The Khamsin
Tents.

     I watched Larz Sevesen move, a massive New Norway man next to the
diminutive New Jeddites.  He towered a foot over all of them and four or
five inches above my father's six-foot height, and he was busily shoving
our family's flivver into the shed, filling it to the maximum and dogging
the doors shut.

     "Jollen!" my father barked at me and I startled, turned, realized that
he had spoken to me.

     "I'm sorry, what is it?"

     "We have to get to shelter right away."

     "The shed?" I asked.  We couldn't all fit inside, I'd seen how the
small building had been stuffed to bursting with the supplies.

     "No, no, we have to get into one of the tents."

     "That's what I'm trying to explain." the director said urgently, "We
have twelve Khamsin Tents, each is meant to hold two people.  We have
nineteen members of our camp and the five of you."

     "That makes twenty-four, just enough." my father declared.

     "Yes, but one of them is for Larz, and he is such a big man that
nobody can share his tent with him.  We can put you and your wife in one,
the two girls (my sisters, Molisa and Karinelle, aged sixteen and thirteen)
in the second, but your son is without a tent!"

     "Put him in with Larz." my father declared.  "Jollen is small and
thin, he should be able to fit in a tent with Larz."  Larz looked to be the
same size as the tents to me!

     "I hope so.  He'll have to." the director mourned.  "Oh, we must move
fast, now, now, to the tents!"

     Larz was coming to us, the man with the director must have signaled to
him when I did not see.  "Larz, take young Jollen to your tent, he must
share with you or die in the Khamsin."

     "Yes." Larz said and reached me as he said it and I was picked up and
hauled over his right shoulder like a sack of flour away from my family.  I
saw them going with the director to where others were setting up other
tents.

     The Khamsin was getting closer.  New Jeddah doesn't have weather
satellites, we had only the man watching the southern horizon with
binoculars and his vigilance, so the storm had reached very close before we
had learned of it.  Already it was looming over us the size of a
skyscraper, if one had been large enough to consume the immense southern
horizon of this flat world.  It crept closer like the edge of the universe
consuming all in its path.

     "Here." Larz tossed me down and tugged out his Khamsin Tent, laid it
out in a rectangle only three feet wide and seven feet long.  He looked at
me.  "Strip!"

     "Huh?"

     "All your clothes off, fast as you can.  Move!" he barked at me and
tugged a cord on the metal "tent" and it began to blow up (if metal can be
described as blowing up, say "deployed" if that makes you feel better, it
blossomed out as if inflating) and looked at me again, unmoving.  "I said
strip!" he barked and began to pull off his own clothes with rapid speed.
"The Khamsin will be here in less than a minute!"

     With his example to inspire me, I pulled my clothes off hastily.  He
was naked well before me and snarled, came over, and yanked off my boots (I
hadn't taken them off before I pushed down my pants and now was
struggling).  He then yanked off my pants and briefs, quick as one, two,
three (briefs and pants went together) and even my socks, then I was as
naked as he was.

     "Into the tent, now and hurry!"  As he said that, I felt the heat rush
upon us and the sand began to bite my skin.

     I dove at the small opening and crawled fast as I could into the tent
and Larz was right behind me, he reached the back of the tent as his feet
just barely fit, he slapped the button that clamped the tent shut, sealing
us in completely.  As the door closed, a light came on near our heads, a
bulb the size of a cherry tomato, it gave a feeble yellowish light.

     We were side by side and not really fitting, Larz said, "Climb on top
of me."  I did as he lay on his back and the curve of the capsule let us
just barely fit that way.  I was on his hairy chest and felt the rapid
beating of his heart, he was afraid of the Khamsin.  I didn't blame him.

     "How long do we have to be here?" I asked Larz.

     "Depends.  At least two days, probably four, could be more."

     "Two days?" I squeaked.  The starship that was to take us home to New
Paris was leaving in two days, we'd never be able to catch it, have to wait
the four months for the next vessel and book a berth aboard it.

     "More, most likely." Larz grunted.  His hair was deep black, his skin
was fair as a piece of old parchment, pale golden toned, and his eyes, I
now saw, were a pair of blue sapphires as he regarded me.  "Be glad you're
in here.  I saw a man stuck out in the Khamsin once.  Or what was left of
him.  Half his skeleton had been reduced to a white powder.  We didn't see
it happen, but we heard it.  His screams of pain, they lasted twenty
minutes, getting fainter and fainter until we couldn't hear it any more."

     I shuddered.  "I'm scared."

     He looked at me, smiled.  "Don't be.  These tents are made of
silverine, the toughest metal blend Man can make.  The Khamsin won't leave
a scratch on it worthy of the name.  It may knock us about a bit, though,
make us roll.  That happens, just brace yourself best you can and wait
until you come to rest.  Then we'll try to roll ourselves back to where
we're on top again."  Our space was only the top half of this capsule, the
bottom half I knew contained water, food, even oxygen if we needed it.

     "What do we do now?" I asked.

     "Sleep as much as you can." Larz told us.  If we get buried by the
sand, we have the oxygen, but the less we use now, the more we'll have
later.  For now, the air filter is working, just hope it doesn't get
clogged by the sand and stop."

     I shuddered again.

     "Stop worrying.  Nothing we can do about it for now, just wait it
out."  He took his own advice and closed his eyes.  Soon, he was snoring.

     I was too scared to sleep.

     I felt it, then, his cock.  It was pressed under my left leg, and it
was fattening up, stiffening.  Larz must be having a wet dream.  Lucky
Larz.

     I carefully moved my leg and that let it spring up in all its glory
and it slopped against my bare buttocks in my spread-leg position.  Trust
the enormous Larz to have an equally enormous dong.  I could just see it
over my shoulder, it was like eleven inches or so in length, large as a
salami and as round.

     "Wow!" I sighed.

     I considered that I was in this place for four solid days and from the
sound of those winds I was unsure of my own survival.  I heard something
large bouncing about and rattling metallically as it tumbled away from us.
One of the tents, probably, blown about despite the tent shooting pitons
into the sand to help anchor it.  That could have been us.  And his cock
was lying now between my buttocks, atop the cleft but my anus could feel
the heat from it.

     What did I have to lose?  I sidled down his legs gently as I could, he
stirred and grumbled but the snores resumed.  The cock wiped its precome on
my stomach and chest as I squirmed down to where I was at his legs.  I had
more room down here, actually, almost a foot of room, where on his chest I
had been pressed against the metal roof.  His legs were spread wide as they
could get and I had a small triangular space thus to fit into.

     Now his cock was right in front of me.  Free from my obstructions, it
bobbed about at a forty-five degree angle toward his nipple, giving me a
view of the small seam of flesh that runs the length of the penis and
divides the testicles into two sides.  His crotch was aromatic but not
disgusting, he was quite clean and the hair in this area was no thicker
than anywhere else, I suspected he might have trimmed the hairs for his
comfort, but I could see the lush balls in their velvet sac in the small
gaps between the hairs, a darker brown, the color of sand.

     Larz stirred and grumbled again and his body made small movements to
thrust upwards, as if he were dreaming of fucking someone.  Maybe me.  My
stomach gave a lurch as I thought that, but it was not fear, it
was...desire.

     I reached up with my right hand and gently wrapped my fingers around
the thick shaft, it felt soft and warm and welcoming and just holding this
cock of this powerful, strong man made me feel safe.  Larz gave a low
moaning sound and then a gentle snore resumed, softer now, not as strident.
His shaft pulsed and I gently slid the cockskin up and down the shaft and a
gush of precome rewarded my efforts, I felt it run over my index finger and
pulled the shaft upright to see the gleaming tip glowing like a globe of
golden-toned glass in the yellow pin-light, inviting me to peer into its
depths and foresee thus my future.  Again I moved my hand up and down and
again a rush of liquid gold poured from his glans, and this time it flowed
toward me, inviting me to drink, and I reached my head up with my tongue
extended and I pressed it against the shaft's side and ran it up the
length, capturing that glistening thread of his desire.

     Larz moaned again softly and his hand came up slowly, to find and
caress my head.  He didn't speak, so I didn't.  I just licked again and
again, and he moaned, and I got brave enough to rise up to place my lips on
his cockhead and as I did, I looked up at him.  He was looking at me, a
gentle smile on his face, and I smiled myself, then slid my mouth over his
cock and he closed his eyes and hissed in his desire.  Each move I made on
his shaft, sliding down and then up garnered me another soft sigh of his
desire, but he let me do this at my own pace, his hand never forced me to
move in the slightest.

     But his moans increased in volume and I sped up, wringing the sounds
of joy from him more and more, faster and faster, until the bonds of his
voice snapped and he began to writhe under me, his body wanting to thrust
up into me but his main forcing it not to, and he squirmed and moaned and
grunted and groaned, and I knew from this and from his cock getting warmer
and warmer, that he was close to climax.

     He began to pant hard, and he spoke his first words, "I am about to
come.  Shall I warn you so you can pull away?"

     I thought about that for about five seconds then murmured "Nuh-uh!"
around his cock, and he sank back and gave himself over to his glory.

     "Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh!" he grunted rapidly as if his heart
were about to explode within him and then he clenched with a loud hiss
sucked in between his teeth, his body tensed up and a long, low moan
guttered out, "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  Then a tense silence of some ten seconds
only, then with a single sound, "Gh-hhhhhhhhhh!" he slumped down again and
his cock exploded into my mouth, a lush rush of thick, raunchy male goo and
I found my mouth full of it, I swallowed only to have more flood in to take
its place, I gulped again and again, more and more, and Larz's only sounds
were a harsh breathing ragged and uneven as if his lungs couldn't function
right and then the gush of his hot spunk eased and he was silent except for
the panting clutching for breath as his chest heaved up and down.

     "Ohhhhh, you were marvelous, Jollen, marvelous." he said softly so
that the words were a sincere benediction..  "Such loving lips, such soft,
willing tongue, I am grateful to you, so glad to share this tent and these
days of the khamsin with you."

     I started to say more but then the tent gave a lurch and I started.
"What was that?"

     "A piton came loose.  Come, up into my arms, fast as you can."

     I did, slid up his body and he folded his arms around me and before I
could ask why he wanted this, I learned why.

     The tent came loose and was besieged by the Khamsin winds that picked
us up and tossed up carelessly as an idle child tosses a baseball, and we
were flung about, saved only by the soft padded mattress (the heavier
weight of the machinery beneath us helped the tent stay upright mostly) and
the fact that with me on his chest, we were packed as tightly as any two
can be and then we landed, rolled down a soft sand dune and that got us out
of the worst of the winds and we came to rest, tilted about ten degrees
right from properly back in place, and our heads higher than our feet by
about the same degree.

     Larz gave a shove and the tent obliging rolled in the direction he had
shoved and we were upright once more, and even our heads were close to
level again.  "That was all of it, I think." he said to me.  "Now we wait
again."

     "I'm scared." I said.

     "So am I, but we are now just below a sand dune I think on the leeward
side.  When the Khamsin is done, I have a beacon we can trigger to let us
be found.  We are in no danger, the tent is built for all of this."

     "Okay." I said.  "So, where were we?"

     "Here." Larz said and pulled my face to his and we kissed.

     The Khamsin blew for four days.  We spent that time in talking,
telling each other stories of our native planets, eating the rations the
tent provided us, sleeping a lot, and in the other times, we made love
again and again.  Larz wanted to suck my cock, but we found the tent's
confines prevented him moving more than a few inches in any direction.
Best we could do was me to fold myself up to get my cock up to his face and
then he could hold it in his mouth while my body did the motions to bring
me to my pleasure.  I could and did suck him frequently, and on the third
day, I asked if he could try to fuck me.

     "I could try." he allowed with that soft, non-threatening smile of
his.  "You can take the waste tube well enough, that is not so different
than being fucked."  The "tube" he spoke off was a real tube, you peed by
sliding the tube over your dickhead and a gentle vacuum helped you relieve
yourself into it.  For solid wastes, you released a second, inner tube you
had to shove up your rectum a few inches, this tube would catch your waste,
a small fanlike thing inside it chopped up your waste and the vacuum was
stronger to pull the fragmented pieces into its depths as well.  This
device kept us from stinking up our small space, and the vacuum dumped the
waste outside where the winds could dispose of it and the sands bury it.

     "That's why I want to do it." I said.  Larz helping me insert that
tube had me dreaming about him inserting something else up inside me.

     Larz smiled beneficently and said, "Very well, it will take some time
but we have time, don't we?"  Outside, the winds were howling as much as
ever, I'd almost forgotten how to hear it.

     "Yeah." I said.

     He reached into the medical supplies portion of the tent and brought
out a small tube of lubricant.

     "Why is that in the supplies?"  I asked.

     "Two men trapped naked together for days on end and nothing to do."
Larz explained.  "Sometimes they do this, and we want to be prepared for
it."

     "Sensible." I said.  We spent the next several hours with him using
the lubricant liberally to reach in and stretch out my anus, coaxing it to
relax and let him work his finger inside me easier and easier.  Then he
added a finger and did the whole thing all over again.  Then three fingers.
We took breaks and I would suck his cock while we waited for my ass to
think it over and decide to relax more the next time he came at it.

     After the three fingers were pushed all the way in and we rested, he
asked me, "Are you ready to begin again?"

     "Uh-huh." I had learned that his fingers felt really good up inside my
body when he stuck them in, and I was looking forward to how his cock felt.
He got me on top of his body where he could reach me like always and I
waited for his fingers to go back inside me.

     What I got instead was the feeling of a large, warm globe of
soft-coated warmth pushing against my ass.  I looked at Larz, eyes wide
open and mouth open, too, and he grinned, nodded.  "You're ready as you'll
ever be."

     I nodded and let him gently push my body back against his raging
erection.  Now I understood why he wouldn't let me suck him all the way to
orgasm during all these hours of finger-in-butt action; he wanted to be
fully hard and loaded to stuff it in my ass.

     I moaned as my sphincter slowly relaxed as his glans pushed inwards.
I felt the stretch going wider, wider, wider, then, a sort of popping
feeling and my lower hole relaxed a little.  I looked at him again and he
said, "That's got the head of it inside.  How's it feel?"

     "Amazing." I assured him and he chuckled.

     "Well, then, let's give you some more and see about that, then."

     "Okay."

     His cock grew again from the narrow part below the flare of the glans,
but only a little, by the slow pushing in of his glans he had reminded my
ass to let it in and it had.  He pushed in a little at a time and stopped,
said, "That's got the first two inches in past the head.  Feeling okay?"

     "Mmm, yeah." I said because it was feeling nice, so nice.  "You push
in a little more and I think you'll get it to my prostate."

     "Like this?" Larz pushed in and I gasped and crooned as my prostate
was brushed by the huge glans.  "Yeah, that hit your love button, didn't
it."

     "Sure did." I moaned.  "Do it again."

     He pulled out and pushed back in, that made the glans brush me twice
more, and I moaned.  "Oh, God, it all feels so good."

     "Glad you like it."

     "It's amazing." I said again.  "How are you feeling?"

     "Amazing." he chucked and I laughed, snuggled into his chest a little
more.  He was so warm and comforting, I think it was nighttime outside as
it was feeling cooler and the wind was picking up again.  The Khamsin blows
more at night, I think.  This one did.

     As I relaxed against his body, he pushed in more, and I gasped again,
this time in both pleasure and pain, because now he was pushing further
than his fingers had reached into me.  "Oh, oh, careful." I groaned.  "That
hurt a little."

     "Then I'll hold still a while and see how that works for you."

     "Okay." I gasped.  "Sounds good."

     He stroked his fingers over my back and crooned a soft melody to me.
It was like I was floating on a warm bed of peace and harmony and all was
right with the world and the sky.  I sighed, and as I did, I felt my ass
release its pressure on his cock.

     Larz felt it, too.  "Ready for more?"

     "I think so." I gasped.

     Larz didn't push in further, he pulled out slightly and then pushed
back in to where he was before, and this time I didn't feel any pain.  He
moved back and forth like that a few times and he said, "Feeling better?"

     "Uh-huh."

     "Then let's push in more."  Larz said and pushed inwards on me as I
felt my bowels giving way to him.  So warm, so very warm!

     I felt my body tingle all over and I suddenly felt it intensify and I
moaned, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" and I shook and moaned and thrashed atop
his powerful chest.

     He rode out the waves without moving but when I stopped, he pushed in
again, this time I felt his balls pressing against my buttocks.

     "You got all of it in me." I crooned.  "You got it all inside me."

     "Yes, I got it all inside you." He agreed.

     "Feels good." I said.  "Only hurts a little."

     "Then we'll wait.  A little." Larz assured me.  I giggled.

     I saw his left nipple then, a brown nub nearly buried in chest hair
but a triumphant little nub at its top and I moved my head over and gave it
a quick kiss.

     "Mmmm, do that again."

     I did.

     "Don't forget his twin brother."

     I moved over and kissed his right nipple, twice.

     "I think you're ready." Larz informed me.

     "I think I am, too."

     Larz moved slowly and I gasped and crooned in my delight at the feel
of his huge cock in my ass.  As he found me not hurting and my noises only
ones of pleasure, he began to move me faster.  But he was flat on his back
and his movements were awkward in most ways, he was having to make an
effort.

     So I took charge and began to move myself on his cock.  He groaned and
closed his eyes and I sped up on him.

     "Oh, God, so good, so good." he murmured to me.  "I've waited khamsins
in my tent alone, hearing the men in the tent next to me making love over
and over and over, and it was enough to drive me nearly mad.  Poor Larz,
lying alone in the khamsin for days on end and just his hand for company.
Guhhh!"  He grunted when I drove his cock into my ass especially deep and
fast.

     "Well, this time you're not alone." I said.

     "Yeah." he sighed.

     I rode his rod for about ten minutes as he moaned and wriggled under
me, and I was beginning to get tired and need to stop when he said, "Oh,
oh, I'm coming, Jollen, can I come in your ass, boy?  Can I fill your ass
full of my come?"

     "Yeah." I said slowly and forced my body to speed up and he grunted,
groaned, moaned, gave a long drawn-out groan and I felt his cock explode
its juice into me as I watched his face, softened and in pleasant glory, an
agony of delight, as he panted and gasped and his chest bucked me up and
down as I kept milking at his rod as he climaxed, and I when he was done, I
sank onto his chest and sighed.

     "That was nice." I murmured against his hairy chest.

     "It was." Larz agreed.  "And we can do it again soon as you want to."
He shifted and said, "I'm stuck inside your ass, you'll have to pull it out
for me. I can't reach there."

     "I don't want it out.  Leave it in me." I said.  "It feels nice."

     Larz laid back.  "All right."

     We ate a ration each with me like that and talked and then Larz yawned
and said, "I think I'd like to sleep now."

     "Me, too."

     With his cock's glans still holding sway over my sphincter like an
armed guard, we slept as the khamsin continued to howl outside.

     We spent nearly three more days in the tent, and Larz fucked me again
and again, as often as he could get an erection hard enough, I would feel
it and mount him once again.  We tried to sidle around so he could be on
top, but it was just too tight a space for him.  Larz filled the khamsin
tent from side to side.

     On the fifth day, we heard the winds drop off and when they had died
down to a low howl, Larz activated our beacon.  The wind stopped and we
heard the flivver overhead less than a half hour later.

     I sighed, and so did Larz, and we rose and went outside to be rescued.
The khamsin had ferried us in the air for over three kilometers, we were
told.  The equipment shed had stood and Mom and Molisa complained that they
could have bunked in the flivver's seats easier than the tents."

     "And how about you, Jollen?" Molisa asked me.  "How did it feel to be
jammed into a tent with that huge man?  He looks bigger than the tent to
me."

     "No, no, he and I fit just perfectly." I assured her.  "No problem at
all."

     "Well." my father said. "You'd better get used to the tents because I
have talked with the director and since we're stuck here for the next four
months I have agreed to help work on this site.  You all can go back to
Niemat'Allah (the planet's capital city and location of the sole spaceport
on the planet) to stay in a hotel there if you'd prefer."

     "I would!" Mom said and my sisters agreed.

     "How about you, Jollen?  Want to stay and help us here?  You'll have
to live in one of their tents which aren't much roomier than the khamsin
tents if you do."

     "Sure, I'll stay on one condition." I said.  "I want to share Larz's
tent with him.  He's now my best friend."  Larz was nearby, my father
looked at him and he nodded.

     "Very well, Son." Dad said.  "More room for me in my tent that way,
anyhow, for my equipment."

     I felt a sense of rising glory then, as the Sun, shining on us for the
first time in five days, beamed its crimson glories of red and orange in
the western sky much more vividly than any I'd seen on any other world. Its
colors were so rich, I was told, because of lingering minute airborne
particles of sand from the New Jeddah Khamsin.



[This story is a sample from my brand-new book "Naughty Boys Don't Need
Santa" available for sale only at my website, the URL is below.  The book
contains 20 stories with 20 illustrations as well.  This story has been
modified slightly, in ways that do not affect the storyline overall, in
order to comply with Nifty's guidelines for publication.]



                   THE END

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