Dromedary Dramas

Dirk sighed happily as he stared across the water to the setting sun. The heat of the day was cooling rapidly as the desert of Morocco cast a pall over the life at its edges.

Sanddecker had given the crew a few days RnR after the last adventure. He had persuaded Al to explore further than the local city offerings. Smiling at the memory of how he had persuaded his partner, he began to pull the picnic stuff out of the saddlebags.

Turning slightly, the small smile gave way to a grin as he watched Al efficiently light the bonfire they had started on the tide line.

"Need any help?"

"Yeah, keep an eye on the fire. I'll go check the camels. Gotta take a leak, too."

Dirk grinned. "Don't piss on the camel!"

Al laughed as he grabbed the torch. "Why not? It spat at me. I'm telling you Dirk, that camel just doesn't like me."

Dirk laughed as he watched Al scramble across the dune to the other side where they had tethered the camels. When he disappeared over the crest, Dirk dragged the feast towards the fire, and began to arrange it on the tartan rug they had brought with them.

A startled yelp cut through the silence of the night. Dirk immediately went on the alert and he drew his gun. Quickly running across the sand, he called out. "Al, you okay?"

The sight that faced him as he came upon Al almost made him fall over laughing, Al was clutching at his bare ass and shuffling away from the stroppy camel that was foaming at the mouth nearby.

Al collapsed to his knees moaning in pain as Dirk approached him. He reached out to grab the camel's lead and tethered it again to the nearby bush. Looking over with some concern at Al, Dirk dropped down into the sand beside his mate, picking up the torch that had fallen to the sand.

"Let me see the damage" He gently tried to push the clawed hands from the bare flesh.

"No." The answer was wracked with as much embarrassment as pain.

"C'mon, the camel could have rabies or dropsy. Wouldn't want you to get dropsy now, would I?" Dirk leered at his mate attempting to alleviate the tension in Al's body.

Al glared at him over his shoulder as he lifted himself to his hands and knees. Dirk grinned as he appreciated the view in the dancing torchlight.

"Serve you right if I did get dropsy. Then what would you do?"

Dirk grinned at him. "Get a new wife!" The grin faded as he saw the red welt that was revealed on Al's bare ass cheek. He ghosted a hand over the area, appreciating the moan from Al that had very little to do with pain.

Giving Al's ass a slight tap that elicited another yelp, he said, "You'll live, but I think we'd best get you back to the boat for the medic to look you over. You might need a shot." Dirk looked over at the camel that had foam dripping from its jaw.

"You can't do anything about it here?" Al frowned with worry.

"Not really equipped for it. We did come here in 'picnic seduction mode'. I can disinfect it though. Wait here." Dirk smacked him playfully again.

"Hey, wounded here. Watch the hands, okay!" Al grumbled as Dirk disappeared over the dune. He had taken the torch and Al watched as the beam cast eerie shadows around the dunes. " 'Wait here' he says. As if I'd be able to go anywhere, with my pants around my knees. Arnie punches camels, why couldn't I have done that? Oh no. I have to get bitten by one."

Dirk came back with their gear and placed himself behind Al who had remaining kneeling. Uncapping a bottle out of Al's sight line, he poured tequila over the raw spot. Al screamed at the sudden shock of the cool alcohol on his skin. A soft fabric mopped up the liquid that had spread across the wound.

Dirk muttered, "Cruel to be kind." He gently inspected the cleaned area.

Al gasped. "When does the kindness start?" He wriggled as the liquid warmed on his skin, tightening it. He could feel it seeping down the crack of his ass and it wasn't comfortable. He only hoped that his pants had escaped being splashed.

"Now." Dirk leaned forward and grasped Al's hips in his hands. Dipping his mouth to the pale skin, he licked away the remaining tequila. He delighted in creating little shivers of pleasure as he tasted the skin again. He took care to avoid the bitten area. He held Al's hips to stop the wriggling, reaching with one hand to softly stroke the inside of his lover's thigh.

"You like that?"

"Oh, yeah." Dirk grinned at the breathy moans that Al tried to hold back.

The gentle touches continued until Dirk was happy that his lover was distracted from his pain. Concentrating on keeping the pleasure above the pain, Dirk grasped Al's jutting cock in his hand and began a rolling pace until the gasps and moans signaled his release.

Al collapsed his head onto his arms in the sand. He was content and sated but the pain flared again. It was then that he remembered why he had bared his butt in the first place and sighed.

"Dirk."

"Yeah?" Dirk was sprawled next to Al in the sand.

"I still gotta go."

Over the dunes, across the darkening sky, hearty chuckles of laughter could be heard.

Fin