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                      PLANET OF DESIRE

                        CHAPTER FOUR
                        THE GRUNKELS

     A long walk finally showed them their first sign of
human civilization other than the lost notebook.  A path,
well-travelled, showing here and there the marks of bare
human feet.  Their leather boots, now their only covering,
obliterated it as they walked, hopefully towards a village
and not into the jungle deeper.  Ivan saw once or twice the
mountain, their original destination, in the distance, now
visibly nearer for their day's travels, but the sun, so much
like beloved Sol, was sinking behind it, and they would soon
be in darkness.
     "We'd better find a place to sleep." Ivan gasped.  His
body ached from the day of walking and exercise.  His
stomach complained already of hunger, and thirst also gnawed
at his throat.  But his cock was sore and stiff, and begged
him not to try to come again, not so soon.  Ivan swore an
oath that he would at least wait until morning before
putting himself again into the breach of human lust.
     "A patch of sand over there." David said at last.
"Dare we try it?"
     "Sand is sand.  I hope." Ivan said.  "At least the
notebook didn't warn of any, like it had that grass.  Had we
only known, we wouldn't be showing our family jewels all
over the jungle."
     David grinned.  "The way this planet is, they just got
in the way.  I wonder how the natives handle it."
     "We'll find out tomorrow, I hope." Ivan said.  "Let's
get some sleep."
     The sand was warm and comfortable, and Ivan was
grateful that at least the earth didn't wrack his body with
pleasure.  The exhaustion and relative safety from lust was
a soporific, and Ivan cuddled up next to David, the
darkness wrapping them in its embrace, and they slept,
knowing thanks to the notebook that the few carnivores on
this planet would pass them by, uninterested in their smell,
and they slept soundly, all night.
     The next Ivan knew, it was daylight, and he woke up
horny.  The pink mist had touched him all night, he decided,
looking up with no result, wiping at his eyes to clear them
of the matter, remove the green and orange blur.
     It wasn't a blur, Ivan realized.  Some creature had
found them.  He shook David quickly, and David looked up at
him, his pale, lithe body unmarked by sand, his erection
matching Ivan's own with tumesence.
     "Wha--" Ivan put a hand over David's mouth before he
could say more, gestured with his eyes to the creatures.
     Green with orange patches, the creatures were smooth
skinned, a light, delicate fur covering them.  They looked
sort of like a bizarre creature from an overactive
imagination, their muzzles like a hollow tube, a slender
pink tongue flicking out.
     "Anteaters?" David said, looking at them.
     "Grunkel?" one of them said.
     David laughed.  "Okay, so you're a grunkel.  What's
your name?"
     "Grunkel?" came the questioning call.
     "I've never seen one like that in a bestiary." Ivan
said, resting on both elbows, David rising to a semi-sitting
position.
     "I wonder if they're dangerous." David said.  The
grunkels were walking slowly toward them, one of their tube-
like muzzles aligned perfectly with his hard cock, Ivan
realized.
     "The notebook..." Ivan said, and gasped.  The grunkel
in front of him, with its muzzle aligned with his cock, had
lifted its head and thrust the muzzle over his hard rod.
     "Ungh!" Ivan said.  The passion of this planet was
inside the grunkel's muzzle and that flickering tongue.
     Ivan looked over at David, to see the other grunkel had
slurped down David's cock.  Side by side, the two men lay,
letting the grunkels give them a morning blow-job.
     Ivan loved the light suction in the beast's muzzle, and
the tongue which wrapped around his nine-incher like a boa
constrictor, milking him.
     Pink mist, a large blot of it, came into the small
depression with them, coating the two men and their
servicing beasts in pink mist.  The grunkels swished their
tails and almost capered.
     Ivan felt the intensity of the mist and the slurping
tube-muzzle.  The mist caressed his every inch of skin at
once, while the grunkel gave his hungry, revigorated cock a
special treatment.
     David reached over and his face sought Ivan's, and the
two men kissed while their cocks were sucked by the
grunkels.
     Ivan was gripped with passion, and David felt his
orgasm approaching, locked his lips over Ivan's mouth, and
Ivan fought for breath, gasped, his massive chest blowing
and sucking David's chest empty.  David clutched him
tighter, his fingernails sinking into Ivan's biceps, and
David sucked air in his turn, both of the men forced to use
and reuse the same stale air save for the small ration their
nostrils pulled in and out, and Ivan felt himself swooning,
losing consciousness save for that unalterable light of his
orgasm, and he shot a huge load into the slurping grunkel,
while David thrashed in his embrace, obviously giving his
grunkel a similar treatment.
     Afterwards, they lay back, and the grunkels lapped at
their cocks, pulling off and sucking out every ounce of
spent come from their bodies.  Then, together, they released
the limp cocks from their muzzles, and walked off together,
looking for all the world like they were prancing, satisfied
with their unusual breakfast treat.  Ivan chuckled at the
thought, and the thought reminded him he was hungry.
     "Where're those other melons?" he said.
     They found the empty rinds nearby.  "I guess our cocks
were the dessert." David joked.  "There'll be something
nearby.  Let's get moving."
     Ivan agreed, his cock swinging loosely like a bell
clapper as he walked, satiated for now.  He hoped it would
be satisfied until after he'd had some breakfast.

                     END OF CHAPTER FOUR

                       TO BE CONTINUED