Date: Sun, 17 Jan 1999 19:54:53 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: A Morning Interlude (A "Planet of Desire" story)

     [This story takes place approximately six months after "The Sperm
Wars" and is a prelude to "Planet of Desire III: Sheik of Desire".  "Sheik"
will begin at a chapter per week as of 1/30/99 and I will post it both here
at Nifty and on my own webpage (at "Tommyhawk's Fantasy World", a link can
be found on Nifty's Link Page).  E-mail "Tommyhawk1@aol.com" with comments
and requests on "Sheik".]

     Pavel Paskov woke up in his usual sleeping position, face down and
arms wrapped around one of his pillows in a lover's embrace.  For a brief
moment, he sighed, wondering again if he'd ever again wake up with
something more than a pillow in his hug.  His problem was he didn't want to
date; he wanted to jump right into a long-term marriage!  He had driven off
Jezreel with this intent drive down the matrimonial aisle.  His father Ivan
had sighed and patted his shoulder when he cried and said that it ran in
the family.  His father had then diverted him with stories of his own
aborted loves, including Uncle David!  Pavel had to laugh at that, Uncle
David liked Ivan but even Pavel could see it was just friendliness on Uncle
David's part.  It had helped, but he had begun his habit of sleeping while
hugging a pillow.

     Then he felt it again, a hairy leg brushing the inside of his thigh,
and then another, pushing his legs apart, and then hands grabbing his bare
ass and hauling him upright!  "What the fuck!" he shouted.

     Big arms held him down, he was pushed face first into the pillow.
Then the cock slid into his ass and he groaned, grateful that at least they
had taught the cock's owner the value of lubricant prior to sex.  It had
been a lesson hard-taught, but it made the rude awakening a little more
bearable.

     Quite a bit more bearable, actually.  This insolent dick was gently
curved upwards along its seven-inch, cut length.  Its foreskin was thick
and cushioned the passage into Pavel's bowels.  That pink cockhead managed
to find and tickle the prostate unerringly.

     Still....  Pavel got his head free and shouted for the one man able to
do something about his predicament.  "Fortin!"

     The cock reached its full depth and paused, then wriggled a little
bit, pulsing with its need.  "Ahhh!" Pavel groaned, for that pulse vibrated
his prostate nicely.  "Fortin, damn it, wake up!"

     "What is it?" grumbled Fortin in the next room over.

     "Jethro's loose again." Pavel said as the cock began to make slow,
almost hesitant strokes inside his ass.  Barely an inch of movement in each
direction, it was enough to drive a young man like Pavel up the wall.
"Could you come, uuhh!"  Pavel choked off.  That little move of Jethro's
sent a chill right up his back into his brain!  "Come pull him off me, will
ya?"

     "All right, all right." Fortin grumbled sleepily.

     "Hurry up!" Pavel said.  "Uhh, ghh!"

     Damn it, that dick felt good inside there!  When was the last time
he'd gotten fucked? Days, at least!  He'd resorted to masturbation, for
Christ's sake, nights and mornings.  Then a quick blow-job or two in the
fields tided him over for another day.

     He missed Jezreel!  Dark, slender Jezreel, with his jet-black hair and
skin darker in its way than Fortin's or Uncle Lukas', and where their hair
was heavily kinked, Jezreel's was arrow- straight, the way it had swung
over his eyes as he climbed on Pavel's body to slide...

     "Oof!  Gah, yes!" Pavel said, tucking the pillow into his crotch.
Jethro was nothing like Jezreel; Jethro was large, blond-haired,
pale-skinned and where Jezreel had talked incessantly during their
lovemaking, a gentle patter of soothing words of love, Jethro was a silent
blond ghost, only the hissing of urgent breaths punctuating the
increasingly aggressive strokes into Pavel's ass.

     "What's up, bro?" Osgood staggered into the room, wiping sleep from
his bleary eyes.  "Oh, he got you this time, huh?"  Osgood had been the
victim the last time Jethro had slipped his bonds from Fortin's room.  Not
that they tied him tightly or anything; just enough that when the big blond
man got his urges, he would have time to see Fortin lying beside him.  It
worked, usually.  But when Jethro woke turned away from Fortin or Fortin
wasn't there, it was easy enough for him to pull loose the ties and wander
their home in search of a butt to fuck.

     "Yeah!  Ooh!" Pavel said.  "Oh, oh, uh, oh, ooh!"

     "How fast you wanting us to pull him off you?" Osgood grinned a grin
like his father, wicked but fun-loving.

     "No need to torment the guy." Pavel said.  "When he's done.  Uh!  Make
that when we're both done!  Ah, yes!"

     "Mind if I join in?" Osgood's voice was no longer taunting, but dead
serious.  Pavel twisted his head and peered through lust-dimmed eyes at
Osgood.

     Osgood was nude, and looking much like his father Al, who was Pavel's
father's lover, Osgood had Al's thick schlong and a lot of Al's cockiness.
But that was understandable, since both Osgood and Pavel were clones taken
from their fathers' bodies, courtesy of the now-defunct Tree of Children.
A frequent discussion around the dinner table was comparing sons to father,
how much genetics played a part in personality.  Consensus was that sons
tended to behave exactly like their fathers, except for the fact that,
their background and circumstances being different, they sometimes made
different choices.  You could not look at a father and know the son
entirely, but on the whole, there was a strong similarity of personality as
well as the naturally- identical physical appearance.

     Pavel had been to bed with Osgood a score of times in the past six
months, when Osgood had attained his maturity, and he tended to be an
abrupt lover.  The chance to plug Jethro's butt with impunity was probably
a huge turn-on, in addition to the sex show he was watching.

     "Sure, come on over." Pavel said.

     Osgood moved over and, to Pavel's surprise, plunked down in front of
Pavel and waggled his cock at Pavel's mouth.  "Come on, open up.  We'll
plug you from both ends."

     Jethro suddenly moved into his frenetic high gear; he was rapidly
approaching orgasm.  Pavel groaned a throaty "Gah!" with the added
sensations, and Osgood shoved his cock into Pavel's mouth.  "Glmph!" Pavel
protested.

     "Come on, suck on it." Osgood ordered.  "I love the way yore tongue
licks on the downstroke, boy!"  Accents weren't inherited, but Al would
slip into deep Southern drawl when exicted and Osgood deliberately mimicked
his father at times like this.  A clone's right and a celebration of
ancestry, was the general consensus on such affectations.

     Pavel felt Jethro's hands and arms tighten on his chest barrel and
gave in.  He did enjoy sucking Osgood's thick, meaty cock, and Jethro's
fierce ass-pounding had him willing to give in to the needs of the moment.
He slurped and got the heavy pud wetted down.

     "Hey!" came Fortin's interested tone.  "Thought you were in trouble."

     "You took your time about it." Osgood chided him.  "What's the matter,
getting a little tired of your toy?"

     "Didn't want Pavel sleeping alone all the time." Fortin shot back at
him.  He had been exercising diligently for some time and dieting, and his
pudginess was now more of a fullness of body.  The smallest pot-belly
remained to distend the otherwise cylindrical shape of Fortin's body.  And
he was getting some nice muscles on his body.

     "Well, he's not lonesome now." Osgood said, beginning to fuck at
Pavel's mouth.  "Why don't you come on over and join the fun.  Maybe you
can get Jethro to suck you off."

     Pavel had to grin at that; while Jethro was a non-stop butt-fucker and
could be fucked himself without protest while he was so engaged, his mouth
was unavailable.  A dick shoved it was ignored or spit out in his
single-minded intensity.

     They said more in this vein, but Pavel was beyond listening.  Jethro
was fast approaching orgasm, his cock was a living, pumping piston into
Pavel's ravaged butt, and Pavel found that the heated cock was pulsing as
it fucked him.  Connobarans like Jethro had such control over their
penises, but Jethro had long been lacking such control in his monomaniacal
embraces.  But Jethro's cock was pulsing now, and Jethro suddenly held
stock-still.  Pavel's prostate was in contact with this pulsating behemoth,
and it was driving him wild!  He sucked at Osgood's cock as well as he
could, then grabbed it and held it, pumping the thick cock with his hand
while he gasped for breath, groaning, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh,
ohh, oh, God, ye-e-e-e-s-s!  Unh, unh, unh!" Pavel was spraying his bed
with his jism while Jethro's potent shaft pumped his butt full.  His climax
finished, he gasped for breath while punctuating his breaths by darting his
tongue over Osgood's twitching cock.  It was heating up nicely, too, and
Osgood was turning his usual pinkish color with his rising desire.

     "Ah, damn, boy, get back to sucking, would'ja?" Osgood begged Pavel.

     "What's wrong with Jethro?" Fortin asked.

     Jethro had paused, but now was back to fucking Pavel's ass, again with
the cock standing stock-still, pulsing in waves inside Pavel's ass.  Pavel
told them as much.

     "He's recovering!" Fortin crowed.

     "Yeah." Osgood was uninterested.  He shoved Pavel's head onto his
cock.  "Get back to sucking.  Ooh, yeah!"  Pavel suckled the thick prod
with a renewed vigor.  Osgood grabbed Pavel's head and face-fucked him
vigorously.  "Oh, oh, uh, uh, uh!"

     "I'm going to try Jethro with my dick up his ass." Fortin said.  "He
may just do that pulsing bit for me."  Hawking spit onto his cock as he
moved, Fortin clambered onto Pavel's overburdened bed and found a purchase
to slide his cock into Jethro's ass.  Fortin got it into Jethro's ass and
then gave a deep moan.  "Oh, yeah, he's doing it!"

     "I gotta try that." Osgood said and took his cock from Pavel's lips
dripping with his excess saliva and stood up.  Pavel couldn't see what
happened next, but apparently he was able to capture Jethro's mouth with no
problem.  Pavel saw Osgood's feet shift and then his knees bent and then
Osgood went, "Oh, yeah, that's the ticket!  Uh!"

     Pavel, able to rest now, lay still, feeling his pooled jism congealing
on his body, drying on his bedsheets.  More jism, Jethro's, dribbled out of
his ass and down onto his balls.

     "What's going on here?" Al's voice came.  "Damn, holding a morning
hard-on party, boys?"

     "Yeah, Dad!" Osgood said.  "Jethro got loose and we're trying to
tucker him out."

     "I'm betting on you boys." Al said.  Pavel looked over at Al, an older
and bigger version of Osgood.  Al was still only about thirty-five.  Not a
gray hair declared its faded glory on his large, hair-coated body.  Al's
cock, a twin to Osgood's, was rising up rapidly.  "Hey, Ivan, you gotta
come see this!"

     "What?" Pavel heard his father say from down the hall.  "It's time for
breakfast and where's my help to fix it this morning?"

     "They're in here fucking." Al said.  "Want to see the show?"

     Ivan arrived and Pavel wasn't surprised to see his father blush
slightly.  His father was a wonderful man, but he still had this gut
reaction to Desire, mostly under control after all the years he had been
marooned here, but still, there was this reaction when confronted by sex, a
slight embarrassment.  "Enjoying yourself?" Ivan compromised his initial
reaction.

     "Sure, Dad." Pavel said.  "I ought to wake up like this every
morning."

     "But you're just lying there." Ivan said.

     "Jethro's back to using the Connobaran style of making love." Pavel
clarified.  Osgood's voice rose in sound as a background, guttural grunts
as he rode the crest of passion to crash against the shores of climax.
"He's kind of vibrating inside me right now."

     "He's vibrating all over." grunted Fortin.  "Man, it's all the fun of
sex with none of the work!"

     That's nice." Ivan said.

     "You're damned right it's nice!" Al agreed, taking his husband's cock
and flogging it to full attention.  "Nice to see the boys enjoying
themselves in the morning, isn't it?"

     Ivan hesitated, then his hand went over and took Al's cock.  "I was
sort of hoping for a more active morning." he admitted.

     "Guess I can let this show go, then." Al said, then moaned as Ivan's
hand worked his cock firmly.  "I'd rather play parcheesi than watch a
sports game, you know."

     "You're comparing making love to me to a game of parcheesi?" Ivan said
to Al's ear and only Pavel saw the quick grin on his father's face.  "Why
don't you just stay here and watch then?  See if I care!"  Ivan turned and
left, casting a quick wink at Pavel.

     Al was quick to follow.  "Aw, come on, baby, I didn't mean it like
that, honest!"

     Their voices muted down the hallway, then Al crowed, "You son of a
bitch!"

     Pavel had to laugh.  Ivan had probably grabbed Al the minute they had
gotten back to their own room.

     Osgood sagged down and rested his back against the wall above Pavel's
head.  "Man, that was a good blow!  Are all Connobarans that good?"

     "You haven't had any of them yet?" Pavel asked.  He gasped, Jethro's
cock was speeding up again.  "Mmm, this is feeling good again."

     "Not yet." Osgood admitted.  "Just doesn't seem to work out.  Most of
the ones coming through here are just looking for someone to fertilize
their eggs for them.  I guess I don't rate very high on their list of guys
to sprinkle life for them.  I only got three points so far, and those were
strictly hand-jobs I gave myself."

     "I've had a couple." Pavel admitted.  "They have extra muscle control,
to the point where they prefer to flex their muscles over bouncing around
or up and down or back and forth like we do.  A group of them having sex
holds completely still.  They don't need to move."

     "Maybe I should move to Connobar." Osgood speculated, wiping his brow.
"Get some more of this."

     "If you can find a Connobaran willing to share sex with one of us, go
right ahead." Pavel said.  "Most of them don't like our way of having sex.
They consider it too rough.  I guess it is, sort of."

     "Got to settle for someone like you, huh?" Osgood said.

     "If you're going to settle for me, you're going to have to give as
well as get." Pavel said.

     "Huh?" Osgood queried.

     Pavel got up to his knees.  "I could go for some sixty-nining to help
me get off again."

     "Oh!  Sure!" Osgood squirmed around and beneath.

     Like father, like son.  Al was the same way.  So intent on his own
pleasures, he'd forget that his partner had needs, but quick enough to
cooperate when reminded.  Not so much selfishness as single-mindedness.

     Like Jethro's pulsating cock.  Fortin was groaning to Jethro's milking
ass and he grunted out, "Man, and I was about to leave Jethro here with you
guys while I went on a walkabout."

     "We'll take care of him for you." Osgood said, and then took Pavel's
cock into his mouth.  A warm, wet cavern was what his cock fell into, then
it tightened up into a velvet ring around his cock, with heat caressing his
cockhead.

     "Sure, no problem." Pavel groaned.  He gulped down Osgood's cock.

     It was time he got over Jezreel.  There'd be other men in his life.
For now, he had his friends to help him over the many bumps of passion
waiting on the Planet of Desire.