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                      PLANET OF DESIRE

                          Chapter 7
                        "The Village"

     Wearing only the loincloth that tickled his groin at every
step with its strange power, and the boots that were his only
remnant of clothing, Ivan walked down the path to the village,
feeling the warm sun bathing his body with its clean strength and
the wind caressing his body hairs with its wisps of passion.  The
village was clearly in sight, though it vanished behind hills
from time to time; this whole area was under cultivation, and
Ivan saw men, bronze-skinned fellows averaging a foot shorter
than Ivan, but with lean muscular lines, working in the fields,
plowing the fields with oxen in a scene straight from Old Earth
herself, the men standing and waving to him, or gesturing for him
to join them, or....  Ivan blushed, remembering where he was.  No
man could work in the fields all day, in the pink mist, without
needing release.  He was looking at two men, similar enough to be
brothers, one with his hands on his knees facing Ivan, the other
behind him with his hands on his brother's hips, fucking away
furiously at him.  The brother being fucked gestured toward Ivan,
made slurping motions with his mouth.  Ivan blushed to his waist
and turned his head away.  He wasn't needing sex that badly.
     But the pink mist, a huge cloud of it, was heading his way.
Ivan looked about quickly, needing a sex partner before the cloud
took hold of him.
     A young man in his late teens was lounging on a bench near a
house at the edge of the trail.  Ivan hurried over to him.
     The young man looked up.  Indian, like those in the fields,
his hair was jet black, cut into a pleasing masculine style.  His
face was a smooth-edged square, his smile as he smiled at Ivan
were friendly, his face open and pleasant.
     "May I help you, sir?" he asked.
     "Yes." Ivan gestured toward the pink cloud.
     The young man looked.  "Ahh, yes, the pink clouds of need.
My name is Singhalasee.  You may call me Singh."
     "Ivan."  Ivan said hurriedly.  The pink cloud was almost
upon them.
     Singh gave a quick tug and his loincloth was off before
Ivan.  Ivan tore his own roughly from his body, and the pink mist
took them.
     Ivan kissed Singh hard, his teeth being bruised against that
dun-colored face and his tongue tasting those so-white teeth.
Singh's tongue jousted with his playfully, and then, his arms
around Ivan's neck, jumped and was astraddle Ivan's waist, those
warm legs embracing him, the soles of his feet brushing Ivan's
ass cheeks.
     Singh reached a hand around himself to guide Ivan's long
prong into his butt, and Ivan groaned, hunched to shift Singh
downwards to impale the lad on his long prong.
     "Let's go inside." Singh breathed in his ear.
     Ivan agreed, and carried Singh inside the curtained
entrance, every step bobbing Singh on his cock, the walk making
his ass fuck itself on Ivan's love-sausage.
     Inside, it was cooler and Ivan stopped when the curtain
closed behind them, his hands grabbed Singh by the buttocks and
he fucked Singh without moving a step further.
     Singh groaned and got the idea, began to bounce up and down
on Ivan, fucking himself in mid-air.  Ivan groaned fiercely, and
a tongue lapped at his balls, and the added stimulus was all he
needed.  He shot a huge wad into Singh's ass, felt it spray
into the boy, dribble back down his shaft and onto his balls
where the hungry tongue lapped at it.
     Ivan swayed, kept his footing while Singh flogged his cock
hard and fast, and with an animal groan, sprayed Ivan's face and
chest with his teenaged load.
     The tongue continued to lap at Ivan's balls, pulling them
inside its mouth, and doing so pulling Ivan's cock out of Singh's
sweet ass.  The tongue lapped at the now-free cock, and gulped it
down, sucking all the love-juices off of it to manipulate it into
a new erection.
     Ivan had had a good night's sleep and was fully recovered
from his ordeal.  His still-young body was able to give the mouth
clutching at its cock a full hard schlong to suck on, and the
mouth did just that.
     Ivan tried to look around Singh's body, could only see a
tan shoulder and two tan feet splayed soles-up on the floor.
Ivan said, "Get down, boy, I need to rest."
     Singh slipped over the third man to his feet, and Ivan
looked down on the man sucking his cock.
     Older than Singh by a good deal, Ivan saw a man in his
thirties, a body formed by a life of farm labor into a hard,
muscled form.  This man had Singh's hair and body, though older,
and Ivan threaded his fingers into the man's hair to hunch at the
man.
     "Who is he?" he asked Singh.  "What's his name?"
     Singh shrugged.  "He's my father, Dharma."  And leaned over
to lap at his come splattered on Ivan's chest.
     Father and son worked Ivan over, twin tongues caressing his
body.  Ivan persuaded the horny pair to let him lie on a mattress
on the floor, and the men lay on both sides of him, father
licking his face while the son tasted his armpit.
     Ivan sighed, enjoying the pleasure that comes after the
release of tension, but before the body is exhausted with sex.
He stroked the heads of the two men, holding onto them
possessively, yet giving them liberty to roam over his body with
their salivating tongues whereever they would.
     The father's cock was jabbing Ivan's thigh, and Ivan leaned
to reach for it, grabbed it and jerked it, Dharma hunching at his
palm.  The son had worked his way to Ivan's cock, and now slurped
it down.  Ivan moaned; he was nearly ready to come again.
     The father shifted away from Ivan, got to his knees and
hands, and threw one leg over Ivan's chest, and Ivan found the
father's cock lying between his breasts.  He reached for it and
his hand guided it into his mouth.
     The father now took a more dominant role, his hands grabbing
Ivan by the hair and forcing all of the cock down Ivan's throat
with each stroke.  Ivan felt Singh release his cock, and let it
flop limp and wet onto his stomach, abandoned.
     But Singh was now astraddle of Ivan's waist, Ivan could
tell, and he slurped Singh's father's cock hungrily, knowing that
the son would impale himself once more.
     But the son shifted higher, and Ivan felt Singh's father
jerk, grimace, as Singh's legs touched the back of his father's
legs, and Singh pushed a dry cock into his father's butt.
     Singh fucked his father with slow, deep strokes.  The father
held Ivan's face onto his cock and each stroke of his son's cock
into his ass pushed his cock into Ivan's mouth.
     Singh fucked his father faster and faster, and Ivan felt the
father's cock give off a tangible heat.  He knew the symptom, and
slurped at it furiously.
     Singh's father silently exploded into his mouth, not a grunt
or gurgle escaping him, and Ivan was caught off guard by the
copiousness of the flood.  Come filled his mouth to capacity, to
pour down his throat, to dribble out the corners of his mouth,
and a hard-shot load even managed, as Ivan breathed out, to exit
his body through one nostril.  Ivan felt come inside him, on his
chin and upper lip, and his own cock pulsated angrily at being
ignored.
     Ivan then found the Dharma's crotch and limp cock pushed
hard against his face, pinning him down, unable to breath, as
Singh blasted a load into his father's ass, pumping furiously,
and Ivan felt come dribble down onto his stomach as he struggled
to breath somehow.
     Singh let go of his father, his father straightened up, and
Ivan gasped for breath audibly.  His hands reached for Singh, but
Singh had clambered off of him.  Ivan reached higher, to find the
father's buttocks, still slimy with his son's come, and Ivan
grabbed Dharma, pulled him down to meet Ivan's cock that squirmed
into his ass cheeks, almost with its own volition.
     Ivan shifted his grip, and Dharma had no choice under this
Russian bear's force.  Ivan felt Singh's come lube the way for
his cock as he forced his way into Singh's father's ass.
     The father bounced on Ivan's cock with an urgent speed, and
Ivan lasted only a few moments until he had added his load to
Singh's load inside Dharma's ass.
     Singh pushed his limp, sticky cock into Ivan's face, and
Ivan lapped at it obediently, tasting the salt of come and the
more sour taste of anal fluids.  And he loved it all, caressing
and cleaning the cockhead into rigid tumescence once more.
     But Singh, after his cock was slicked up with saliva, pulled
his cock away from Ivan's clutching mouth, to raise up Ivan's
legs and find a path for his cock into Ivan's butt.
     Ivan grabbed both his legs to tuck them against his chest,
and Singh pushed in insistently to bury his cock to the hilt.
     Ivan looked over at the father, apparently satiated, for he
said, "What's your name, sir?"
     Ivan nearly laughed with the incongruity of it all, talking
with a man while the man's son fucked his ass.  But he told of
himself and how he came to be there, while Singh sent his cock
voracious for unending sex into Ivan's ass.
     Ivan shifted around to rest on hands and knees, Singh behind
him, holding onto his waist while he fucked Ivan furiously.  His
father said, "Where has your friend gone?  David, that is?"
     "I don't know." Ivan said, then groaned when Singh sent the
cock in extra hard.  "I'll have to find him.  Oh, God!"  The
fucking was arousing him again.  He straightened up to rest on
his knees, Singh holding onto his chest while he hunched with
urgent insistence, near orgasm.
     "You might ask the angels." the father said, moving forward
onto his elbows, to slurp down Ivan's revigoroated cock.
     "Who are the angels?" Ivan asked.  "Damn, kid, fuck me
harder!  Harder!"
     "Uh!  Uh!  Uuuuuhh!" Singh responded, firing a load into
Ivan's ass fully as strongly as the first one that had coated
Ivan's chest.  Ivan felt for a moment that he was being filled to
the brim through and through with this kid's come.
     Singh released him to crawl away, perhaps for a drink of
water or to urinate.  Ivan found himself alone in bed with
Singh's father.
     "Who are the angels?" Ivan said, pulling Dharma forcibly off
his cock.
     Dharma let go of Ivan's cock to push Ivan onto the bed on
his back, and the father raised Ivan's legs to push his own cock
into Ivan's ravaged butt.  Ivan flogged his cock while Dharma
pushed in slowly, forcing a dry cock into his butt lubed only
with Singh's come.
     His cock buried to the base, Dharma answered.  "Live on the
mountain.  Men with wings, like angels.  That's the only angelic
thing about them.  Ungh!"  Dharma pulled his cock out to the
head, and shoved it back into Ivan.
     "Fuck me, sir.  Fuck me!"  They had sense now only for their
sex.
     Sweat covering their bodies, Ivan and Dharma fucked until
Dharma shot his load, now noticeably diminished, into Ivan's ass
along with his son's, and Ivan had pushed his cock into Dharma's
mouth to fire his load there.  Finally, fully drained, they lay
in each other's arms, panting and heaving.
     "The angels are like men, perhaps altered men.  We don't
know; they were here when we came here.  But they are men, no
doubt about it.  Men with wings.  We call them angels, but they
are a fierce race, always ready to taunt the 'turtles', which is
what they call us.  You might want to go to their trading place,
which is a small rock outside the village.  Stand on it, and wave
your hands when you see them.  They may help you, or they may
not.  It is a grave risk, Ivan."
     "It is a risk I must take." Ivan thought of David, captured
by these men, perhaps now imprisoned atop some high crag.  And on
this world, what would such imprisonment mean?  "I have to rescue
my comrade.  I'm his commanding officer."
     "Such words." Dharma sighed.
     Singh was squatting nearby, apparently his chosen position
of rest, and Ivan looked at him, saw a grin explode briefly
across his face.
     "Such words."  Dharma repeated.  "You sound like that crazy
Marine and his troops."
     "Marine?  Who?"
     A large group of them crashed here two years ago.  They
built a fortress on a peninsula near the ocean, some twenty-five
kilometers away.  Their commander has gone crazy, but they humor
him.  They then ask for leave, which he grants, and they come out
in groups, to rape and murder us."  And Dharma's face was screwed
up in anger.
     Ivan remembered the Marines while he was a prisoner of the
milkstump plant.  "I think I've met them."
     "Perhaps your friend joined them, too?  I couldn't say.  But
he is not among our people unless he is at the temple in the next
village, seeking to become a monk."
     "I don't know." Ivan said.  What would David have done?
"Are you sure he's still alive?"
     "We searched all our woods, with the help of the crazy
hermit atop the hill over yonder."  Dharma pointed back the way
Ivan had come.
     Ivan grinned.  "Why do you call him the crazy hermit?"
     "He is sometimes, even most times, quite sane and helpful as
a healer.  But from time to time, he goes mad, wandering around
the jungle.  Some say he searches for what he has lost."
     "Maybe."
     "But we took him to you when my son and I found you on that
horrible plant.  Didn't you read our warning posted on it?"
     Ivan remembered the "Dead End" sign. "I can't read your
writing."
     "I suppose.  The crazy hermit said your friend is not in the
jungle, and the hermit knows all these paths.  A body does not
decay here easily, and no animals will eat anything but...our
body fluids, as you have discovered."
     "I have, indeed."
     "Yes.  You were very sick when Singh and I cut you free.
You were almost dead."
     "Then you two saved my life." Ivan said.  "I must repay you
somehow."
     Dharma smiled, and Singh laughed.  "I'm sure we can think of
a way.  Stay with us tonight, and we'll let you pay your debt of
honor."
     And he did.  The next morning, having had little sleep but
sexually quiet, Ivan set off to converse with the angels.

                        END OF CHAPTER 7