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		      PLANET OF DESIRE

                         Chapter 14
                       "A Simple Plan"

     A simple plan is what we need." Captain Swenson said
while pulling his clothing together.  "I have an idea on
that, but I need to know one thing; how much can you depend
on the help of this angel?"
     Ivan thought about it.  "Quite a bit, I think.  He
won't risk his life, but he would help."
     "And this Tarzan fellow?"
     "I don't know."
     "Well, I think I know how to gain his trust, enough for
him to carry a message to your angel friend."  Captain
Swenson turned to David.  "Lieutenant Martin, if you would
be so kind as to go to the work site and bring us that
person, we'll be right here."
     David saluted and left, not without a puzzled look.
"Now, Lieutenant Paskov, here's my plan.  Hey, all you guys,
quick fucking around and get over here."
     Men busy with sex usually don't just drop what they're
doing, even Marines, so it wasn't quite prompt obedience,
but in less than a minute, Ivan and Vidkun were surrounded
by the men.  Ivan counted almost twenty, and was astounded.
"Is there this much dissatisfaction?" He whispered to
Captain Swenson.
     "More.  We have as many others on their regular jobs or
working the site, making sure no one gets carried away and
kills any of the natives.  Marines obey their officers, but
no one wants to die needlessly.  My trick is to accomplish
one without damaging the other too much."
     "We'll arrange for our Commander to make a little trip
with an angel.  He'll be kidnapped by them, and as your
substitute commanding officer, I'll order a rescue party to
attempt rescue."
     Ivan thought about the sheer mountain where the angel
village was.  "They'll never make it there."
     "I hope not.  I only want to keep them busy long enough
to arrange for a test firing of the ship.  One which will
destroy it, preferably by sinking it in deep waters."
Captain Swenson turned his clear eyes on Ivan.  "Then the
Commander can return, but after I have granted discharges
for any who wish to accept it and removed the native work
force.  That ought to satisfy everyone, including our
Commander when he is returned.  Only one man will have to
desert.  Me.  Because if you think I'm going to stick around
this place after what I will have to do and be surrounded by
the men who'll stay behind, you're crazy."
     "Cap'n Vid." one of the men said, and it was obvious
from his tone that Captain Swenson was their favorite
officer and a friend.  "When can we stop talking and start
fucking again?  I'm hornier'n a three-balled tomcat."
     "Around here, that's nothing special." Vid retorted.
     This got more laughter than it deserved and in the
general noise, David brought up Tarzan.  Tarzan was still
wearing his loincloth, that bare strip of cloth that made no
effort to hide the huge erection that jutted almost angrily
in front of him.
     "Hello, Tarzan." Captain Swenson ventured, but Tarzan
didn't look up.  "Don't worry, man, you're among friends."
     "Maybe you should greet him like the natives do." One
man offered.
     Ivan whispered quickly to Vid, "No!  Offer to wrestle
him."
     Vid looked startled, then said, "All right, if that
will gain his trust."
     And Vid walked over and said, "Tarzan, do you want to
wrestle?"
     Tarzan looked up at Vid, then seeing Ivan, met his eyes
and gave a small smile.  Ivan tried to smile back.  "You'd
better take your clothes off, Captain, if you want to
wrestle."
     "All of them." Tarzan said, turning to Vid.  "Tarzan
like to wrestle."
     Captain Swenson unbuttoned his shirt.  "I don't
understand why he wants to wrestle."
     "You will when you hear the stakes involved." Ivan
said, trying not to laugh.
     "Which are?"
     "I win, I get your hole." Tarzan said.
     "My hole?" Vid asked, puzzled.
     David's cheeks dimpled in a supressed smile as he
understood.  "The one I just got through using." he chipped
in.
     "Oh!" Vid said, his face brightening.  "Why the hell
didn't you say so?"  And Vid began tugging his clothes off
violently.  "And if I win?"
     "You get his." Ivan said.
     "No chance of that." David whispered to Ivan.  "This is
one fight I'd bet on."
     Ivan understood.  David had always avoided games of
chance, saying he'd never gamble unless he knew who the
winner would be.  "Who's going to win, then?" He whispered
to David.
     "Tarzan.  After Vid got a look at that pig-sticker
Tarzan's packing.  He loves it."
     "Hm." Ivan DID gamble.  "Is money involved?"
     "No.  Just for on-duty time or sex or other favors.  We
could gamble with each other, but this bet I don't think
either of us would take."
     "Sex?"  They had time to talk.  Vid was having trouble
getting his boots off, mostly because he had tugged his
pants and boxers down first.  The other men were busy making
bets with each other, those advocating the honor of the
Marines versus those who knew their Captain too well.
     "The reason the Commander wants to flood this rift.
Some of the mist gets past it no matter how deep it is.
These Marines aren't as horny as the natives, maybe, but the
mist gets to them just the same.
     "Oh."  Vid was now free of his boots, and the clothing
would be off in a second.  "Should I offer to referee?"
     "Is Tarzan going to be too rough on Vid?"
     Ivan remembered the way they'd made love.  "No."
     "Then let's enjoy the fight instead."  David led Ivan a
step back to the rock where the three of them had had sex,
and they perched atop it.
     Vid and Tarzan squared off in the rough ring formed by
the men and the boulders around them.  There was no shout of
"Go!" or anything else, Tarzan bolted in and grabbed Vid
around his ribs sheathed in muscle, Vid reciprocated by
grabbing Tarzan around his arms as well and they squeezed as
hard as they could.
     Then Tarzan hunched and lifted and Vid was off his
feet, and Tarzan dropped him again.  Vid's knees buckled,
but he kept his footing, and Tarzan did it again.  This
time, Tarzan held him up longer, and when he slammed Vid
down, Vid's feet went out from under him and they fell to
the rough earthern floor.
     "Come on, Vid!" one man pleaded.  "Think of the honor
of the Marines!"
     "Yeah, come on, Vid!" another one yelled.  There were
other voices, but these two came out clear over the hubbub.
     Vid did try, or seemed to, but Tarzan hadn't let go of
his grip, and all of Vid's flailing at Tarzan's back was
ineffectual, there was nothing to grab onto without unfair
fighting.  If he had been battling a clothed opponent, there
would have been something to hold onto, but Vid could only
pound at Tarzan's back.
     Then Vid grabbed Tarzan by the hair, yanked back.
Tarzan's head went with the hair, and his clenched teeth
shone as his skin was pulled back hard.  But he didn't let
go.
     Vid lifted his legs on either side of Tarzan and the
men hooted, since it looked very much like Vid was offering
himself.  But Vid rammed his heels into the earth and bucked
upwards, and Tarzan's tight grip was broken.  Vid tried to
get atop Tarzan without getting to his feet, but Tarzan
rolled and dived and Vid was down again, this time pinned by
his wrists and Tarzan's legs around his stomach.  Vid bucked
and writhed, and tried to get his legs up into play to
wrench Tarzan loose, but it was no good.  After a time, the
cries of the men told both of them that the fight was over,
and Tarzan had won.
     Tarzan remained seated on Vid, letting go of the
wrists, and hawked spit onto his palm, rubbed it on his cock
still iron hard despite the wrestle.  Vid received a
canister and dipped into it, to use the contents to slather
Tarzan's penis.  It was some kind of translucent grease.
     There was a new kind of excitement in the air, and none
of the gathered men moved away.  If the fight had been
public, then so would be the reward.  Ivan looked around to
see men rubbing their groins, rubbing at each other's
groins, and felt David's hand reach for his crotch, and he
sighed, moved back to lay his head on David's shoulders.
     Tarzan lifted Vid's legs and writhed between them,
lifted them high.  Vid reached for Tarzan's nipples and, one
in each thumb-and-forefinger, pinched them hard.
     Ivan reached for David's fly and unzipped it quickly.
The mist still surrounded them, coloring the men with
pinkish glows.  All around them, men prepared to beat
themselves or each other while watching the fuck.
     Ivan could not see clearly when Tarzan rammed into Vid
and Vid groaned, rose with the thrust and wrapped his legs
around Tarzan's waist.  The angle was wrong for a good show
of the two men.  But all around him a circle jerk was
starting as men reached for men, and David was fumbling in
Ivan's trousers, hunting for his love meat while Ivan's hand
found David's hard cock and freed it from the olive-green
cloth.
     David ground his cheek into Ivan's hair and they
flogged each other.  Ivan looked around, seeing cock after
cock in another man's hand, being squeezed or manipulated or
pounded or fondled, the many styles of getting another man
off.
     No one now used his hand for his own cock, it was
always his neighbor's, his comrade's, his friend's while his
neighbor/comrade/friend returned the favor.  Ivan saw three
men apart a ways from his neighbors.  The one in the middle
was a tall, thin black man and his neighbors appeared to be
twin white men, and he had one of their cocks in each hand
while they together pounded a pud that had to be a foot
long.
     Ivan felt his hand pushed away from David's cock and
another, rough hand took it over, and a voice whispered in
his ear on the other side, "Come on, please, sirs.  Let's
close the circle."
     Ivan looked around to see that it had become a true
circle now, each man with his hand flogging his neighbor's
cock and he and David acquiesced, got down from their perch,
and the circle closed in around the pair.
     Ivan now was within a step or two of Vid's outstretched
arm, and could see the sweat glisten on Vid's stretched-taut
nipples, the soft face lost in passion, the twinkle in his
eyes of pleasure.  Tarzan was beating Vid's cock in time to
his thrusts, his teeth were clenched as tightly as when
Vid had pulled his hair, but now grunts escaped from between
them, as Tarzan was obviously approaching orgasm.
     A man in the circle stepped forward, bending the
circle inwards, until he was next to the pair, and with a
series of groans, shot his load over Vid's body to glisten
there with the sweat and exertion.
     Another man stepped up behind Tarzan and his wad flew
onto Tarzan's back and across his neck, one striking the
jet-black hair.  As they recovered, they stepped back, to
allow the circle to bend again, and again, as each man came,
he stepped up to add it as a benediction over their captain
and his rough lover.
     Vid grimaced, bucked, thrashed, and his come jetted
into the air to join in the increasing fray.  Ivan was
jostled on every side and the circle broke as men crowded
around to add their loads to the accumulation.
     He and David were alone now as the men moved in front
of them, and he gratefully grasped David's cock again, David
took his and they together pounded themselves hard.
     "No, don't come!" David gasped.  "Slow down on me,
please!"
     They teased each other while the rest of the men
finished and moved away, laughing and talking.  As they
cleared the area, Ivan saw Tarzan collapsed across Captain
Swenson, chest heaving.
     "Now." breathed David in his ear and speeded up his
assault on Ivan's cock.  Ivan understood now, and, the last
of the watching group, they moved up to spray their wads
over Tarzan and Vid.  Ivan felt David's cock grow white-hot
in his flailing hand, and saw the sperm splatter Vid on his
already-splattered face.  Tarzan's back was streaked with
come, glowing pink in this light and the mist, the men were
covered in come, bathed in it, slathered in it...
     Ivan choked, exploded and his come sprayed in a wild
flood onto Tarzan to dribble off onto Vid, the last spray
hit only Vid below Tarzan's rippled stomach, to glue itself
there.
     Ivan milked David dry with his hand, squeezing out
every last drop of the love-juice, and when they had caught
their breath at last, David released Ivan, knelt down, and
began to slurp at the banquet of sperm before them.
     Ivan grinned, knelt down to taste the potpourri of
Marine jism on Tarzan's back, and together their tongues
scooped off some and smeared the rest until it turned into a
kiss-fest, Ivan to Tarzan, David to Vid, David to Tarzan and
Vid to hold them together, a foursome of spent love.
     "That was terrific." Vid said, and made to get up.
     Tarzan pushed him back down, roughly.  "No.  Tarzan
want more."
     And Tarzan raised up to spoon sperm from his body and
Vid's, using the come to smear his re-erect penis, and he
inserted it into Vid's ravaged body once again.
     "Looks like I'll be busy for a while." Vid said to
Ivan, gasped as Tarzan hunched into him the rest of the way.
     "We'll go on back to our quarters." David assured him.
"We've finished our planning.  You'll tell Tarzan when he's
finished with you?"
     "Sure.  I'll...tell...him...after...oh!" Vid choked
out.
     "Don't forget anything." David chided him and chuckled,
took Ivan around the waist and led him back to the ramp and
back to the Marine camp.
     "What do you think?" he asked Ivan as they reached the
ramp and moved up, a grimy but satiated pair.  "Will Tarzan
help our plan?"
     "I don't see why not.  He seems to have found a friend
here."
     "Yeah.  It seems like a simple enough plan."
     Ivan sobered.  "Yes.  But plans aren't victories.  I
hope it goes well."
     It would be bad if it didn't.

                      END OF CHAPTER 14

                       TO BE CONTINUED