PLANET OF DESIRE II
                          THE SPERM WARS

                          Chapter Three
                    "The Grunkel's Graveyard"

     "Does anyone have a grunkel?" David called out in a panic.  There came
a confused negative from his neighbors.  David buried his face in his
hands.  "Oh, dear Lord, please, no!"
     Ivan felt for him.  James had only a few hours' time before the
tremblings would lead to seizure, and the seizure to a rapid death.  Ivan
had heard of it, but never seen it, and did not want to see it for the
first time happening to David's son, kindly, intelligent James.  But what
to do?  Run out into the middle of the night and hope that a grunkel was
wandering in the nearby fields?  Plow right into a jungle where any of
several plants might seize him for their own purposes?  None of them
killed, but some would trap him for days or weeks, and James had only
hours.
     He heard it again, a slight sound he had not quite recognized before.
Like a dog scratching at the door.  One of the Marines, a big strapping,
blond-haired man, heard it as well, and went to the door, opened it.
     A grunkel was standing on their doorstep.  The Marine held the door
open and it walked inside, sniffing.  "Nobody move!" Ivan said softly.  "We
don't want to scare it.  Mikhy, go back and open the door to James' room
and get everyone out of the way."
     The grunkel headed for the bedrooms, weaving through the frozen crowd.
Any doubts Ivan may have had about David's theory concerning this planet
vanished.  This was no odd coincidence.  This grunkel had come in search of
James, just as two had searched him and David out mere hours after their
arrival on the planet.
     But David was no longer the playing the objective scientist, crowding
close behind the grunkel, wanting to grab and drag it in its slow,
deliberate movements, but afraid to interfere.  The grunkel went into the
hallway and Ivan turned to Bolton.  "Father, what does the Temple know
about the grunkels?  Where do the grunkels go after they finish with a
man?"
     "I know only what the One Inside has told us.." Bolton said softly.
"In the very beginning, we consulted in the Cavern of Souls, and were
warned by the One Inside not to search them out."
     "What were the exact words used by the--by the One Inside?" Ivan knew
that the odd alien who lived inside the planet spoke to humans by using
fragments of old radio transmissions.
     Bolton bowed his head.  "First we asked why our children needed a
grunkel to pass through puberty to manhood.  His response was...."  Bolton
paused.
     "Well?"  Ivan asked.  "Let's hear it."
     "'There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt
of in your philosophy.'"  He paused to let that sink in.  "Then we asked
where the grunkels went afterwards.  The response was of an air raid
warning.  So we have never dared to find out where they go, and any who ask
us are warned as we were warned."
     "I know where they go." Kyle said.
     All eyes turned to the handsome jungle man.  "Okay, Tarzan." called
one of the ex- Marines Ivan didn't know, a young strapping fellow with
close-cut blond hair.  "Where do they go?"
     "To the grunkel's graveyard." Kyle said.  "It is just over the
mountains to the north."
     "Will you take me there in the morning?" Ivan asked.
     "Of course, my friend." Kyle said.  Bolton immediately protested, a
long diatribe of righteous indignation.  Ivan took Pavel's arm and led them
to his bedroom.  "We'll need to sleep, my son, if I am to travel
tomorrow.." he said.  "I hope you aren't too disappointed at how your party
turned out."
     "If I get to sleep with you, P-pa." Pavel said smiling.  "That's
plenty for me."
     Ivan led his son to his bed and they lay across it together, kissing
hard.  Ivan knew this feeling well, the same feeling that makes a military
man, the night before he ships out, seek out the companionship of a good
woman and presents it to her.  "Darling, I'm shipping out and may not be
coming back.  This is my last night here on Earth...."  And the same
impulse makes the woman say yes, and indeed, raise any child born of this
union with a quiet pride.  To procreate before we die is a strong emotion,
and it doesn't matter if there is no chance at all of the union creating
children.  The drive remains.
     Ivan was startled to see his son take the upper hand in their
lovemaking.  He was as aggressive as Al usually was, and Ivan understood.
He let his son climb atop him and wrapped his legs around his son's waist,
guided the cock he had sucked until wet to his ass.  Pavel's cock entered
his father's ass and slid in as if it belonged there.  Pavel's fucked him
with a strong fury, a fierceness he had never seen in his son, and wondered
at it until he saw the tears in the eyes and knew that this was no lust or
rage, but fear that drove his son so hard.  Still, the hard cock of his son
stroked his prostate as well as Al's ever did, and Ivan found it easy to
let the passion take him over, build in him until he clutched at his son's
back, clinging as his climax caught him and wrung him dry and threw his
drained remains onto the bed once again, wet and limp.  Pavel's own orgasm
came immediately after and he fucked his limp father who clung to him
desperately hanging on, and Pavel squelched his moans of lust against his
father's lips.
     When Ivan tried to pull away, Pavel grabbed him.  "No, P-pa, stay
where you are.  I'll be ready again in just a minute."  So Ivan lay still
and Pavel said, "P-pa, may I go with you tomorrow?"
     "You still have two months of school left, son." Ivan reminded him.
"I don't intend to do anything more than go and look.  I should be back in
a few days' time."
     "But, P-pa...."
     Ivan cut him off.  "And I will feel better knowing my sons are safe at
home."
     "All right." Pavel knew better than to keep arguing with his father.
"In that case, will you do one thing for me?"
     "What's that, son?"
     "Give me a night to remember you by."  And Pavel's cock grew in Ivan's
ass, and Pavel was plugging his butt with the same fervor, and Ivan groaned
with the sheer joy of it, the unbridled horniness of adolescent youth
plowing him with vigor and enthusiasm.  Ivan clung to him and let Pavel use
him as he would though his own body lay quiescent this time, until Pavel
shot yet another load into Ivan's ass atop the last one, and his cock made
an odd shlorping sound inside Ivan's innards.  Pavel panted, resting
heavily atop his father's large chest and said, "Now sleep a little, P-pa.
You need your rest."
     Ivan did sleep in his son's embrace, and was awakened by hands on him.
Pavel this time reached for his father's cock and sucked him down, and Ivan
groaned, clutched the mattress until Pavel's body swiveled atop him and
Pavel's hard cock slapped his cheek.  Ivan grabbed it and began to run his
lips over the cockhead, wetting it, and then, working up a massive load of
saliva in his mouth, shoved the entire length into his throat.  Pavel made
a "M-mph" of pleasure and Ivan found Pavel was resting his entire body on
his face, keeping his cock all the way down Ivan's throat, while Pavel in
his turn dove onto Ivan's cock and held his head there.
     Ivan's mouth was filled with his son's cock, his own cock buried in
his son's throat, and he could not breathe!  Still Pavel held him there and
Ivan found passion in the suffocation by cock, his body needed nothing else
and he gurgled, choked, and squirted his load down his son's hungry throat.
Pavel in his turn seemed excited by his father's orgasm and Ivan felt the
slick slimy saltiness of jism sliding over his tonsils and splashing the
back of his throat.
     Again and again, through the night, Ivan woke yet again to his son's
need.  He would be stiff and sore the next day, bad preparation for a tramp
through the jungle, but his son was riding the crest of a wave of passion
and would not be denied, not though Ivan died as a result of this night's
joy.
     When dawn first touched the sky, when Ivan felt a cock jabbing at his
ass, he groaned, "Pavel, please, not again."
     "It's not Pavel." Al's voice said, and Ivan sighed.
     "Good to have you back again, my love.  Where is Pavel?"
     "With James.  James has asked Pavel to be his first lover."  Al
chuckled.  "I saw how James always watched Pavel, and I was wondering about
that."  Al's cock slid in and out of Ivan's ass like an old friend, and
Ivan's ravaged butt wrapped around him in welcome, not hurting a bit
anymore.
     Al humped him with the familiar single-minded fury, and Ivan managed a
weak load in response to Al's jism pumping into him.  He felt absolutely
stuffed with the come of his lover and his son, and knew he would miss this
on his short journey.
     Al fell over to Ivan's side, and Ivan wasn't surprised to hear snoring
soon after.  He arose and dressed himself in an impromptu robe he had
fashioned from an Hindu long-shirt, left Al asleep behind him.  In the
living room men were lying on the mattresses in a higgledy-piddledy pile of
satiated man-flesh.  Only Fortin was still active, having climbed atop a
still mostly-asleep ex-Marine and was getting in a final bit of fun.  Ivan
winked at him and walked on out to the shed outside, where they kept their
water-barrel and beside it, a stall with a water-bag suspended above, the
farm's "shower."
     He entered the stall, filled the bag with water by dunking it in the
barrel, pulled it quickly upwards until it swayed over his head, fastened
it with a quick wrap around a bar in the stall for that purpose, and began
to wash quickly.  The water was warmed from the hot climate and from being
exposed to the sun in a metal barrel.  Soap he had, homemade and
harsh-feeling, but effective, and he scrubbed his muscled body until it
gleamed in the morning sun.
     "Mind the company?" Vid said, peering over the stall.
     Ivan grinned.  "Come on in, Vid."  The big Swede got in with him and
Ivan helped him get lathered up.  The water-bag ran empty and Vid untied
the bag and Ivan scrubbed at his crotch with the soap still clinging to his
hands, added to it by scraping lather off his head, and found himself
watching Vid's taut butt dimple as Vid lowered the bag into the water.  He
hadn't made love to Vid since--had it been ten years?  Back in that trench
the Mad Commander was forcing his Marine company to dig, the trench filled
with the pink mist that drove men mad with lust?  Like the pink mist that
was even now encroaching on the stall.  No wonder he was feeling horny.
Knowing Vid's tastes, he knew Vid wouldn't mind, so he walked over and
grabbed Vid by his hips and managed to slide his cock into Vid's butt with
little trouble.
     "Hey, just a minute." Vid protested.  "Let me get the water bag
secured first."  Vid didn't try anything more than to tie the rope with the
bag still immersed in the water, then he grabbed the stall's top and said,
"Now plow my butt good, Ivan."  Ivan was glad to oblige, feeling after a
night of being fucked repeatedly that it was his turn to be on top.  The
soap made the fuck slick and smooth, though Ivan's hold on Vid's body kept
slipping, but Ivan persevered and soon orgasm began to build and he moaned,
"I'm going to shoot, Vid."
     "Come on, Russian lover, give me that load!" Vid groaned.  "Right up
my Swedish butt, man."
     Ivan grabbed tight to Vid and humped with quick, small movements, and
he squirted his jism into Vid as Vid howled and Ivan heard the heavy splats
of Vid's come on the stall's wooden sides.
     "Damn, we're too late." came a voice from nearby and Ivan turned to
see two Marines standing there.  One was fair-skinned but with jet-black
hair, with a body that made Ivan at first think he was looking in a mirror.
The other was a shorter but heavily muscled Latino man.
     "I don't think we properly introduced ourselves last night." the
black-haired man said.  "I'm Colin and this is Jose.  We just left the
Marine base and are looking to tramp around some before thinking of
settling down.  Okay if we go with you on your little trip to the grunkel's
graveyard?  "Yes, of course." Ivan said.  "I don't want to face that jungle
alone, and Vid here will be busy with Kyle most of the time.  Makes me an
odd wheel."  Then he realized that there were two of them, and wondered if
he was still going to be odd-man-out.
     Colin must have seen that look.  "Jethro will also be coming with us.
He's the big yellow-haired guy who let the grunkel in last night.  He's
inside helping with breakfast right now."  In the meantime, if you two are
done with your, uh, shower, could we get in?"
     "Let us rinse off." Ivan said, laughing and he hauled the bag up over
them.  Vid had a worried look on his face, and kept the rinse very
businesslike and quick, was done while Ivan was still scrubbing at his hair
to get all the soap out.  Ivan finished, made way for the two ex- Marines
and walked out, stroking his body with his hands to brush off most of the
clinging water (he had forgotten to bring a towel with him), then put on
his robe and went in.
     Vid was waiting for him inside the door.  "Let's talk.  Privately."
     Ivan went with him to Mikhail's room, the first empty room they found.
Vid said, "Those two men.  We don't want them on the trip."
     "Why not?" Ivan said.  "They're ex-Marines like you and...."
     "That's just the point." Vid said.  "They're no part of my old group."
     "Are you sure?" Ivan said.  "Perhaps they joined up later?"
     "I visit the old Marine base all the time."  Vid had been
second-in-command for a long time, and was commander of the men at the very
end.  "I know every one of them.  There's only about eighty men left on the
base, and all of them are settling in to make it their home.  I've also met
the ten Marines who joined up later on, from a later crash.  Those men are
not part of the Marine village."
     Ivan thought.  "So what do we do?"
     "I'm not sure." Vid said.  "Keep an eye on them, and hope it's
harmless, I suppose.  I'll warn Kyle to keep out of their way during the
trip."  Kyle could move through the trees of this jungle he knew better
than any other man (another reason for his nickname).
     Ivan went back to his room to prepare for the journey.  He was having
second thoughts about the entire experience, and was more glad than ever
that he had refused to let Pavel accompany them.  As he had told Pavel, he
would risk his own life easier, knowing his family was safe at home.

                       END OF CHAPTER THREE