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			     PLANET OF DESIRE

				Chapter 25
	     "The Temple of Children and the Cavern of Dreams"

     The three men were silent as they walked along the
jungle path.  Ivan couldn't help remembering when it was
just him and David, and they were wondering about this world
and who had built the paths.  He fingered the blue suit he
wore and remembered when it had meant something to him.  
     The war with the Slan was still going on over their
heads, he presumed, but here, Slan and humans were actually
making tentative gestures towards alliance.  Strange, how
when everything was said and done, all beings were willing
to be friends.
     "Sir?" Gorman stepped up beside him.
     "Yes, Gorman?"
     "Wish you'd call me Alabama like my friends do."
complained Gorman.
     "Okay, Alabama." Ivan grinned.  "If you'll make it Ivan
instead of sir."
     "Yes, s--.  Yes, Ivan." Gorman grinned back at him.  
     "What did you want?"
     "What I always want from you." Gorman admitted.
     "Doctor ruled that out.  Remember?"
     "Yes, sir.  Ivan.  But that doesn't rule everything
out, does it?"
     "Thinking we should walk like the natives do?" Ivan
asked as he reached for Gorman's crotch.  It had a
respectable bulge there.  Gorman sighed and his hand fondled
Ivan's crotch and the erection waiting there.
     "Should we take a break?" David's voice came from
behind them.
     "We were thinking that way." Ivan said.  "Alabama and I
were mostly just talking."  Ivan looked back at David, and
saw that there was a fourth member.  "Hello, Jablonski."
     "Hello, sir." Jablonski sounded chastened.  "I want to
apologize for last night, sir.  I was out of line."
     "No, you weren't." Ivan said.  "You were upset.  And
you had a right to be.  I should apologize to you."
     "For what?" Gorman asked.  "Paul, you're a nice guy,
but you just don't yell at your commanding officer."
     "Let it all drop.  Welcome back," Ivan remembered
Jablonski's first name. "Paul."
     "I'm sorry I interrupted." Jablonski said.  "You two
were about to do something, I presume?"
     "Something like that." Ivan realized that, despite
everything, he and Gorman were still fondling each other's
hard-ons.  "Care to join us?"
     "Maybe we should leave you two alone." David said. 
"Paul and I will just go into the bushes on this side, and
you two take the bushes on that side."
     "You have something against orgies, David?" Ivan
grinned.
     "Not at all." David made a quick motion, and Ivan
quieted.  It was the Scout gesture for "quiet, danger is
near."  "I just get a little tired of nothing but orgies. 
Paul and I want to have a little talk, as well, that's all."
     David has his own plans in mind, Ivan could tell.  He
respected David's judgment enough to bow to it.  "Come on,
Alabama."
     Over in the bushes, Gorman grabbed Ivan roughly, and
Ivan was amazed to find the sheer animal power of it was an
attraction.  He matched Gorman's fierce bestial passion with
a fury of his own.  Their clothes fell from them like leaves
in autumn, until they were nude, rolling on the jungle
floor.
     Gorman made a sudden jump, and yell, and rolled across
and away from Ivan.  
     "What happened?" Ivan asked plaintively.
     "That sucker tried to grab me." Gorman complained,
pointing.
     Ivan looked, and laughed.  It was one of the jungle
plants, the one that the grunkels favored, penis-shaped
fruit.  Gorman had obviously nearly punctured his ass with
one of them.
     "You got a problem with the plant life, Alabama?" Ivan
smirked.
     "I do when it tries to fuck me." Gorman griped,
shifting back to lie within Ivan's arms.
     "Well, what about me?" Ivan said and rolled on top of
Gorman.  "You've fucked me any number of times.  How about
if I get to return the favor, seeing how my butt's out of
action?"
     To his surprise, Gorman blushed.  Ivan waited for an
answer of some kind, none was forthcoming.
     "Is something wrong, Al?" Ivan asked.
     Gorman blushed again.  "Sort of."
     "What is it?" Ivan coaxed.  "You can tell me.  I won't
laugh again.  I promise."
     "It's just that...I've never been fucked before."
Gorman blurted out.
     "You're kidding." Ivan said.
     "God's truth, s--, Ivan.  I don't let anyone fuck me."
     "All right, but any special reason?"
     "I don't know.  Everyone complained about how much it
hurt at first, and I just never got my nerve up.  Figured
maybe, someday, if I really liked someone, I might let them
do it, but until then, no."
     "But how did you ever manage to avoid it?"   
     "Ivan, when you're the aggressor, no one thinks of
fucking you.  You're the fucker, not the fuckee."
     "I see." Ivan tried to hide the grin trying to break
out on his face.  "You never been asked point-blank by
anyone."
     "No, Ivan.  Not until you." Gorman struggled, then
blurted out, "But if you're willing to take it easy, I'll
let YOU fuck me." 
     "I'd be honored." Ivan said.  
     "Just turn onto your back." Gorman said.  "I'm going to
want to do all the work myself, I think."
     "Grab that plant and squeeze its juice onto my cock."
Ivan suggested.  "It'll be easier with some lubricant."
     Gorman did, and Ivan found it incredibly sexy, the big
Marine holding a bluish cock in his hand, squeezing milky
fluid into his palm.  Then he lavished the juice onto Ivan's
cock, and Ivan sighed.  The pink mist's effects were gone,
now, his body had adjusted to it; he had mastered it
entirely.  He chose how and when he made love now.  He lay
there and enjoyed the attention's of Gorman's warm hands on
his cock as Gorman slathered the fluid onto Ivan's cock.
     Then Gorman climbed onto him, resting his buttocks on
Ivan's stomach, and Ivan looked at Gorman's thick cock,
thinking once again how much like his own it was.  Even
Gorman's body, now that he thought about it, was a match for
his.  When he looked at Gorman, it was straight across, not
a millimeter of up or down in the glance.  If it weren't for
Gorman's face, all angles where Ivan's face was rounder,
they'd be twins.  Even Gorman's body hair seemed an
imitation of Ivan's, though it was dark brown rather than
jet black like Ivan's.
     Gorman slid backwards and Ivan let Gorman do all the
work, lying quietly while Gorman writhed with the pain and
difficulty of trying to relax his butt.
     "Here, Al." Ivan said, grabbing Gorman's cock.  "See if
this helps." And he flogged Gorman's schlong hard and fast
for him.
     Gorman gasped, writhed, and Ivan gave a quick hunch
upwards, succeeded in burying at least part of his head in
the tight Marine butt.
     Gorman seemed to be startled at this, but then took
inspiration and leaned over until his face was inches from
Ivan's, and he squirmed, and Ivan's cockhead slid inside
Gorman's clutching ass.
     "That's it, Al." Ivan crooned.  "You have the head
inside now.  The rest of it won't be any bigger than that."
     Ivan waited until he felt Gorman's ass adjust to his
cock, then said, "Now, try to take it a little deeper.  You
don't have to take it all the way down.  Just a little
deeper."
     Gorman hunched, and gasped.  Ivan felt a point of
resistance at the tip of his cock.
     "Now it's at the inner sphincter, Al." Ivan said. 
"You'll have to push it inside that.  Take it slow and
steady.
     Gorman's face was a study in agony, but he kept at it,
and Ivan's cock slid in until perhaps half of it was inside
Gorman's ass.
     "That's deep enough, Al." Ivan said.  "You don't have
to take it any deeper."
     "It, it feels good, Ivan." Gorman gasped.  "Better than
I thought it would."
     Ivan grinned up at Gorman.  "That's why I love it so
much.  And why I can't wait until I can take you back inside
me again."
     Gorman seemed turned on by this, and he managed a
slight rocking motion.  It grew slowly, their lovemaking,
until Gorman's body was entirely adjusted to Ivan's presence
inside him, and Ivan dared to move himself in time to
Gorman's rocking thrusts.
     Gorman had lost his erection with the pain, but now his
cock grew stiff again, and Ivan grabbed it once more, to
pound the thick pud in time to Gorman's strokes.
     Gorman came suddenly, without warning.  Ivan was
stroking Gorman's cock and it erupted all over him,
splattering his face and chest with long, ropy streamers of
hot Marine jism.  Ivan was blinded by the sting of salt in
one burst that had hit both his eyes, but he waited until
Gorman was completely finished with his orgasm before he
reached up to wipe his eyes clear of the salty sperm.
     Gorman rested on Ivan's body, Ivan's cock still
imbedded in his ass, and Ivan dared now to take the
aggressive position; he rolled Gorman onto his back and
managed to snake his arms under Gorman's legs, to rest the
backs of Gorman's knees in the bend of his elbows, and lift
the massive body clear of the jungle floor.
     And Ivan's cock slid the rest of the way in.  No action
on Ivan's part, except his weight behind the cock, and
Gorman's body which had completely relaxed.
     Ivan fucked Gorman vigorously now, and Gorman caught
his breath, looked at Ivan in wonder and joy.  "Ah, damn,
Ivan, that feels so damned good!" he moaned.
     "You've got a great ass, Al." Ivan said.  He took his
time, not caring if they ever moved another step from this
point this day.  The Temple and its mysteries would wait,
while he fucked Al's tight butt.
     At long last, after perhaps a half hour of steady
fucking, Ivan felt his orgasm building up.  "Here it comes,
Al." he warned.  
     "Oh, yes, shoot it in my ass, Ivan, shoot it in my ass. 
I want it, I want it." Gorman chanted.
     "Here...it...comes." Ivan gasped and his orgasm took
control.  He bucked and thrashed in Gorman's suddenly tight
embrace, and Ivan realized dimly that Gorman was actually
caught up in a second orgasm, and that Gorman's seed was
spraying his body once again.
     Done, he collapsed onto Gorman and felt the sticky jism
like glue between them.  He kissed Gorman's face tenderly
and said, "That's what it feels like to be fucked, Al."
     "It was great, Ivan." Gorman said.  
     "Alabama." Ivan realized.  "What is your real name, if
that's the nickname."
     "Allanadale." Gorman said.  "Maw read Robin Hood before
I was born.  Al sounds just fine coming from you."
     "All right, Al." Ivan kissed Gorman once again, and got
to his feet.  "Let's go see how David and Paul are doing."
     Ivan spread the bushes carefully, saw enough, and
pulled back.  "They're getting along just fine." He told
Gorman, who looked at him curiously.  "We'll have to give
them another couple of minutes."
     "They're getting along?" Gorman asked curiously.  "The
usual way?"
     "For this planet, yes." Ivan grinned.  He heard a
noise, made a shushing sound, and they listened to the
grunts and groans of two men in the throes of orgasm. 
"Sounds like they're finished." he said when they were done.
     "Hey, come on, you guys, let's get moving." Gorman
shouted.
     "All right, already." Jablonski groused.  "Sheesh, give
us a few minutes, will you?"
     Ivan watched David's face carefully when the two men,
dressed, came out of the bushes.  David's face was about to
break open, it was grinning so widely.  Ivan felt a similar
foolish grin on his face.  They would have to share notes
next chance they got.
     They made the trip in easy stages.  The Temple was very
far from the peninsula of the Marine base, but there were
plenty of paths.  Natives were all around, but the four men
were in at least a temporary pairing of two couples; all
offers were politely rejected, other than the mandatory
greeting of jerking off everyone you met.  At that, Ivan
found his uniform unkempt in no time, covered with jism from
any number of men.  Food was plentiful in the jungle, fruit
and vegetables of all kinds, now without the power to strip
the men of their will.  Ivan found it to be a thoroughly
enjoyable journey, all things told.
     Like all good journeys, it had to end.  The Temple was
upon them.
     Ivan thought he'd get a look at the plant that cloned
children for the natives, but that was a sealed place, off
limits to anyone until after certain conditions were met. 
Ivan filed it away for another time.  He wasn't curious
enough to take on a child just yet.
     An elderly man with a flowing white beard consented to
see them.  They asked about the Cavern of Dreams.
     At first the old man didn't understand them.  "Ah, you
mean the Soul of Shakti.  It is nearby, yes.  It's sacred
breath feeds the Blessed Plant of Life.  
     "Will we be permitted to go into the, uh, Soul of
Shakti?" Ivan asked.
     "Yes." The old man said, "It is open to any who dare
enter in search of truth.  Many have gone in, but only a few
have returned.  Those who return are quiet about what they
found there.  I can only tell you this."
     "Though you enter together, each of you will be alone. 
It is easy to get lost within the Breath of Shakti.  You may
return to this world.  You may continue on and meet Shakti. 
Or you may wander its halls forever.  Beware.  It is not yet
too late for you to change your minds and return to your
home village."
     Ivan looked at the others.  "I want to know." he said. 
"But I won't order anyone to follow me."
     "I'll go, Ivan." David said.
     "I'm with you." Gorman declared.
     "Me, too." Jablonski added.
     The old man looked at Jablonski.  "The danger is
greatest for you, young man.  I see it in your face.  You
will face your greatest desire and your greatest fear.  It
will overwhelm you, I am certain.  Turn back, young man. 
You," to Ivan, "do not let this young man go with you."
     "Paul, perhaps you'd best listen to him." Ivan said. 
"He knows this place better than we do and..."
     "No." Jablonski cut him off.  "I want to go."
     "Very well." The old man said, and stood up.  Ivan saw
a bulge at the loincloth.  "Now which of you young men will
pay my price?"
     His gesture at the loincloth told them what he meant.
     "Shall we draw straws." Ivan laughed.  "Or do I hear
volunteers?"
     The old man pulled away the loincloth, and revealed a
solid ten inches of potent cock surrounded with white hair.
     "I'll take that job." David said.  "This one's all
mine."
     "We'll wait for you outside." Ivan said.
     A few minutes later, the old man led them to the cavern
entrance.  Only a foot or so across, a reddish mist oozed
from its mouth, and flowed in a near solid stream into the
compound below and the plant Ivan could see from this
vantage point as a few leaves.  "Remove your clothes." the
old man said.  "You won't want them inside."
     "Well, no use sitting around waiting." Ivan said. 
"I'll go first."
     He unzipped and stepped out of his clothing,  Nude, he
slid into the cavern, and felt the red mist take him.
     The red mist blurred his eyesight, but didn't seem to
do anything else.  Except that it made his thinking muzzy
and uncertain.  He fumbled around, realized he had lost his
way and didn't know where he had left the entrance.
     He waited for a time, but his friends didn't join him. 
"Each of you will be alone." the old man had said.
     No choice but to go on.  Ivan found a passageway and
walked through it, feeling his brain oddly pulsing inside
his skull.  The mist was doing something.  But what?"
     The passageway led to a room, and standing there....
     "Oh, my God!" Ivan said.  He couldn't believe his eyes.

                      END OF CHAPTER 25
                       TO BE CONTINUED