Date: Mon, 20 Dec 1999 15:12:23 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Planet of Desire IV: Secret of the Turtle Men, Chapter 8

		    Secret of the Turtle Men, Chapter 8
			       "Three Ways"
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

Pavel dressed, shivering anew in the damp morning air, feeling the mist,
which had interspersed itself with the light morning fog, soaking his skin
and arousing him yet again.  He just hoped the Turtle Men at home were as
accommodating as they were when visiting his home valley!
     Still bare-footed, he managed to wrap the sash and tie it as Pelen's
father came out and found him there.  Pavel held the slippers in his hand,
and felt rather foolish.
     "Welcome, stranger." the man said.  He was Pelen's father, and in this
face Pavel could see the way that Pelen would one day be, the handsome
features repeated here identically, taking on a masculine ruggedness to
them that, in Pavel's excited state, practically caused him to cream in his
pantaloons, as that well-wrought face smiled at him.  "I am Refim, Belar's
son.  Enter our home in peace and share our table in fellowship."
     At least Pavel knew how to answer this.  "I greet you in peace and
offer my gratitude in return.  I am Pavel Paskov, from Facilitata Valley."
Pavel said.  "My father is leader of our valley, and we are friends with
the Angels.  I have just come from the plains of the west and need to speak
with the leaders of the Angels, for two Angels have taken my friend a few
days ago, and I need them to release him, and to help me recover my other
two friends."
     The man frowned.  "The Masters sometimes choose a comrade from outside
our valley such as your friend, and are loathe to part with him right away.
It has always been thus and we are not privy to the reason they cannot be
content with our service alone.  Still, come and refresh yourself and I
will have my son Pelen take you to the Masters."
     "I would be grateful." Pavel said.  And he shivered yet again.
     "Enter and warm yourself at our fire." Refim said hastily, gesturing
Pavel to him.  "You are ill-dressed for this valley, for the air is cooler
than in the lowlands, or so I am told."
     "That is true." Pavel agreed, moving quickly to take the invitation
and knowing where the front door was.  "I had more clothes but they were
left behind when we were snatched.  Jethro was taken by the Angels, Jassem
by the Djinni, and myself by the Ifriti.  Aram was left behind and I worry
for all of my friends.  The Angels have been most helpful to us in the
past, and I must request their aid once again."
     "You amaze me by this speech." Refim said.  "We are the servants of
the Masters and I for one would not dream of asking for their aid without
their leave."
     "Normally I wouldn't either, but this is urgent." Pavel said.  "Also,
I need to speak to them on behalf of the Ifriti."
     "Ifriti, Djinni." mused Refim.  "We know of them, but do not speak of
them, and they do not dare come often to our valley.  I have seen them only
as shapes in the sky from far off."
     Pavel walked into the room, feeling the warmth emanating from a
fireplace that held a pot of something being cooked, and went over to it,
warmed himself.  He wasn't overly cold from his brief sojourn into the
morning, but it seemed to be the thing to do.
     "Pelen, Pelen, come out and greet our guest." Refim called.
     Pelen came out and smiled shyly at Pavel, who returned the smile.
Dressed in an open-front shirt still untied and loose leggings reminiscent
of pajamas, Pelen was as enticing as ever, and when Pelen approached and
placed a hand on Pavel's shoulder in a friendly gesture, Pavel shuddered in
renewed need.  He had slept since making love; his body wanted more, and
now!
     "I am new to your valley and have no wish to offend." he settled for
saying loud enough for son and father to hear.  "Yet the mist requires that
I ask your customs for dealing with the way it arouses the body."
     "Our customs are the same as your own." Refim said.  "Any approach
made in honor and kindness will be welcomed and exchanged, without
offense."  A short pause.  "We do have other customs which you will need to
learn."
     Pelen's hand snaked over to Pavel's other shoulder, and thus he turned
into Pelen's embrace.  Pelen kissed Pavel, and then the lips went over to
his neck.
     Pavel gasped.  "So I am aware."  His hands sought out Pelen's firm
chest, his smooth, supple skin, his lips reached to taste Pelen's cheek
once more.
     "The custom here is that you do not make love to the same person twice
in a row, unless he is your mate." Refim cautioned him.
     "Uh?" Pavel said as Pelen's mouth found his left nipple and suckled at
it hungrily.  "Oh!  I'm...I'm sorry."
     Pelen smiled around Pavel's breast, and then released him, said
softly, "I am permitted to stay to assist you, and to take my own pleasure.
And my father is a wonderful lover.  I may share with you this time so long
as there is a third and so long as my own fulfillment comes through the
third person."
     "Oh." Pavel said.  Well, a three-way didn't sound so bad right now,
not with the handsomely distinguished man who was Pelen's father, it
didn't!
     "I wish my own husband were here to care for you, Pelen." Refim said.
"He will return with my own father and uncle shortly, in the same carriage
that will take you away."
     "When have I ever drawn away from your arms, my father?" Pelen said.
"They pleasure me and know me in a way none other ever can."
     Refim had approached them and now Pavel was sandwiched between the
two, the father at his back, stroking and helping Pelen remove his shirt
and lower his pants once again.  Pavel felt Refim's bare chest then press
against him and Refim and Pelen kissed across their guest as hands of
father and son reached and undid Pavel's clothing.  Pavel worked that loose
shirt (more like a sleeved vest, there was no way to tie it nor would it
reach all the way to close in front) from Pelen's shoulders, feeling out
the round strength of the shoulders.  And he reached back with his face to
kiss Refim, who would need to be his primary lover in this.
     Refim matched Pavel's lips with his own and Pavel felt the sheer raw
strength in Refim, the need that must have boiled up in him, perhaps had
sent him to his son's room in the early morning only to be distracted by
Pavel's presence nearby.  Whatever the reason, the delay or the mist or
both, Refim's lips were hungry upon him and Pavel felt the powerful prong
sliding between his now-bare legs, there to touch and intermesh with
Pelen's own dong, for Pelen and Refim were slightly shorter than Pavel, and
Pavel felt Pelen's pud sliding into the space just below his balls, and now
he had two prongs slipped between his thighs, touching him at that tender
skin and rubbing against each other.
     Refim placed his hands on Pavel's shoulders and pressed upon them
gently.  Pavel understood and lowered himself between these two men so
neatly matched save for their age, the way that they were exactly the same
height, their pricks exactly the same size and shape, the way those twin
mushroom heads both poked just beyond the glans in erection....
     Pelen was Refim's clone, Pavel realized, related just as he was to his
own father, Ivan.
     So he wasn't surprised when the two hefty cocks, as he shoved them
into his mouth at once, tasted identically full and turgid and musky.  He
stuffed the pair of dongs into his mouth, trying to bury them both to the
very depth, and making a good effort out of it.
     He was rewarded by a pair of matching groans, as father and son
greeted his assault upon their puds in equal appreciation.  Pavel watched
with his eyes rolled upwards how Refim stroked Pelen's silky skin,
caressing the well-formed chest with its dusting of young white hairs, and
Pelen returned by burrowing his own hands into the thicker thatch between
his father's breasts and they kissed again, as Pavel milked the
double-dicks in his mouth, tasting how they boiled salty pre-jizz out of
both of them, leaving him with a slimy foretaste of their passion.
     "Ah, ah, enough!" Refim said and yanked his pud out of Pavel's mouth,
a brief moment of pain as the side of his mouth was stretched out in the
process.  Refim laid himself down at Pavel's knees and raising up on one
below, he tasted and nipped at the underside of Pavel's pud.
     Pavel was left with Pelen's cock still in his mouth, and he dove onto
it zealously now, feeling the powerful warmth pouring out of it as he
bobbed back and forth upon the fulsome prong.
     Refim now took Pavel's dick into his mouth entirely and now Pavel was
driven to even greater lust and he slathered Pelen's prick with his
lovemaking until it was a slime-covered steel shaft in his mouth.
     And now Pelen pulled away from him, Pavel leaning over as he moved,
reluctant to relinquish this perfect, perfect pud!  God, it must be the
resurgence of the mist in his veins, the way this young man turned him on.
Or the way the father suckled his manhood, sending surges of passion with
every thrust down and back.
     Pelen knelt and took his father's dong into his mouth, and now Refim
was the center person in this line of sucking, Pavel watching how well the
son ministered to his father's salty schlong, how the massive shaft became
a gleaming pillar of tumescent light.
     And Pelen stood up and lowered himself onto his father's pud.  Refim
groaned as Pelen's agile butt slid down onto his shaft and impaled himself
to the hilt in one lithe movement.
     Refim groaned and his free hand found Pelen's pud and yanked it, Pelen
bounced lasciviously and hard and Pavel watched with glazing eyes, his
world taking on a softened edge blunted by passion's rise within him, and
Pavel reached and took Refim's head in his hands and humped down at him,
shifted over until he was seated on Refim's chest and could use both hands
to force his prick deeper into Refim's mouth.
     Pelen had stood once more and presenting his cock to Pavel for more
attention, and Pavel took the shaft, most of its slickness now gone, and
remoistened it.  Refim had let go of his pud once again, sliding up between
Pelen's legs, Pavel's body now seated on his stomach, and Pavel groaned
from the sheer frustration of this circus act.  How often would they shift
their lovemaking; why couldn't they just finish up as they were?
     And then Refim shifted once more, and his dong was slapping against
Pavel's ass.  Pavel leaned forward and with one hand he guided the thick
prick into his ass.  Now it was his turn to ride, for Pelen had taken his
place on Refim's chest, was feeding his dad his prick.  Pavel felt Refim's
cock like white-hot fire in his ass, and his need rose up in him and he
groaned in raptured lust and his cock, under his own hand's urgings, spat
its seed to land on Pelen's back and on Refim's stomach.  Pelen gasped as
the hot splashes struck him, and with Pavel still gasping and spurting the
last remnants of his load, Pelen literally shoved Pavel out of the way,
Pavel falling over to land on the floor with a hearty "oof!" and Pelen took
his place on Refim's prong.
     "Come on, Dad, finish me off!" he crooned as he bumped and ground his
body on Refim's shaft.
     Pavel, his chest still heaving for air from his own ejaculation,
looked over as Refim's thick chest heaved and rose and sunk like ocean
swells, Pelen bounding up and down like a bronco rider, Refim's hands
flailing at his son's pud.
     And Refim's face turned bright red and with many choking gasps, his
mouth open and eyes wild, he blasted his wad into his son's butt and Pelen
groaned as the salty smell filled the air once again, and Pelen sprayed his
own wad over his father's chest and stomach in long, white arcs of jizz
that bombarded his father's hairy breasts before subsiding into lesser
assaults upon his navel.
     Pelen fell over onto his father's chest, and Pavel dared to come up to
kiss both father and son in post-coital tenderness, and Pelen smiled at
Pavel and kissed him fully and in a way that made it clear that it was only
the custom which had made their orgasmic end-game turn out as it did.
     "Ah, my son, you are the best of all." Refim sighed.
     "You, my father, know me to my very core." Pelen returned.
     "Are you Refim's clone-son?" Pavel asked.  "I am the clone-child of my
own father."
     "Of course." Pelen said.  "One may have his children in any of the
three ways he chooses, and my father chose this way."
     "Three ways?" Pavel asked.  "Do you have a Tree of Children here?"
     Father and son looked at each other, and Pavel saw he had broken a
rule.
     "I am sorry." he said quickly.  "But I do need to find out.  My own
valley's Tree of Children was destroyed by the Slan.  If we don't find
another way to have children, we shall all die, and the valley of Connobar
with us.  So my need to know is very real."
     "You must speak with the Masters on this." Refim said.  "They minister
to the three paths of children."
     "But...do you have the Waters of Life here?" Pavel pressed.  "Or the
Eggs of Connobar?"
     Refim's eyes, though he spoke not, told Pavel that they did not.  "We
may not speak of the three paths of children to an outsider." He said after
a time.
     "I understand." Pavel said, backing down.  "I will ask the...the
Masters when I ask them for help in retrieving my comrades, and when I
speak to them on behalf of the Ifriti as I promised."
     Pavel knew that he had now a third thing to ask of the Angels.  But as
they dressed and Refim tended to the boiling pot on the stove which was to
be their breakfast, Pavel realized that, whatever the three ways the Angels
had to give children to humans, they weren't willing to share it with his
own valley; otherwise, they would have offered it to them already.
     He had better be careful.

			     END OF CHAPTER 8