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                      PLANET OF DESIRE

                          Chapter 8
                    "Greeting a Villager"

     Ivan walked through the busy streets, by now familiar
with how this culture would have to operate, so he saw
nothing odd in the men making love in the streets or on
benches to either side, in pairs or in groups.  But he did
notice one odd fact:
     "Where are the women?" he asked himself.  He hadn't
seen a single female, woman or girl, since the day he had
first set foot on this crazy planet.  There were only men on
these streets.  But if there were no women, where did these
children come from, he asked himself.  They must be
elsewhere, perhaps some aspect of this quirky culture, he
reassured himself.
     One other thing stood out; he was being ignored by
everyone.  Questions were met with a bland stare, and the
men looked away again.  Ivan grew tired of this, looked
around, saw coming toward him one young man, as pale-skinned
as himself, with blond hair and blue eyes, with a firm
muscular body.  He caught the man by the arm as he walked
near and jerked him around.  He was being ignored by these
people, and he wanted information.
     "Where do the angels come to trade?" he asked the young
man.
     "What?" the man asked, obviously unable to comprehend.
It sounded more like "Vat?"  German?
     "Where do I find the angels?"
     The man cocked his head to one side, regarded Ivan.
"You're new here, aren't you?" he said.
     "Yes, I'm from Earth, and the Space Scouts.  Flying a
mission, my co-pilot and myself were marooned here."
     "Join the club." the man said, started to turn away.
     Ivan grabbed him again and spun him back.  "Why can't I
ask a simple question around here?"
     "You're not asking the right way.  When in Rome, you do
as the Romans do.  The proper way of greeting a villager
here is, well...."  The man drifted off into inaudible
mumbles.
     Ivan was taken aback by this.  "What am I doing wrong?"
     "Look around you."
     Ivan did, and blushed.  This place had sex on the
brain!  He was used to the sex this planet forced you into
with its pink mist.  He understood the building desire and
the need to release it.  But this village took the need one
step further than that.
     He had noticed the men having sex, but now realized
this was more than the mist at work.  Ivan watched two men
approach each other.  Obviously friends, their method of
greeting was to...  That was when Ivan blushed!
     Their method of greeting was to reach into each other's
loincloths and proceed to jerk each other's cocks!  Ivan
goggled at the sight, noting variations of it all over the
place, and turned back to the man, still beet-red.
     "Embarassed?  You'll get used to the place.  You don't
have to make the other guy come, just jerk him a while.
After you've been here a while, your body adjusts, you see.
You can have sex all day and night and never get any--
tireder let us say--than doing any other exercise.  How long
you been here?" the man looked into Ivan's eyes intensely.
     "Just a few weeks."
     "Really?  Then your body should have adjusted.  Let's
find out."
     Ivan realized when the man lifted aside the flap of his
loincloth and grabbed his rod, that, despite the all-night
session, he was fully able to have sex again.  The man was
right.  "What's your name?" he asked.  If they were to have
sex, or something like it, he at least wanted to know the
guy's name!
     "Heinrich Roos." The man said, gave a small gasp as
Ivan's hand reached in to reciprocate.  He had a firm seven
inches of German cock forming a definite arc upwards at the
end like a scimitar, much more so than Ivan's gentle sweep
now being fondled by Heinrich's palm.  His thumb and finger
rested at the base of the man's cock, and Ivan jerked it
like that, the head slapping at his wrist with each stroke.
     "Ivan Paskov." Ivan said, gulping hard.  The father-
and-son had been hours ago, and he was fully ready to come
in this man's hands.  His cock gave off a heat he could
feel, and the rank odor of precome touched his nostrils.  He
pounded Heinrich's pud hard and fast; to have this German
man not come when he did was unthinkable!
     Heinrich moaned, lay his head on Ivan's broad chest,
his blond mop tickling Ivan's chin with it's day-old
stubble, his hand mauling Ivan's cock, hard and fast.  "Why
do you want to see angels?" Heinrich choked out.
     "I have to ask them a question." Ivan mumbled into
Heinrich's hair.
     "They're dangerous.  Unpredictable.  Don't go to them.
Come home with me, ja!  Ach, Gott lieben diese...." And
Heinrich's speech fell from German to unintelligible
gutteral groans and Ivan felt hot wads of cock shoot out of
the hot cock onto his arm and hand.
     Heinrich turned his face up to kiss Ivan hard and his
hand speeded up even more to make a blur on Ivan's cock.
Ivan moaned, shot his own wad against Heinrich's waist,
feeling it dribble back down to flow in rivers over
Heinrich's thigh and down his leg.
     "Gott, das was sehr....  That was good, man." Heinrich
said.
     "I'd like to go home with you." Ivan said, planting a
quick kiss on Heinrich's cheek.  "But I have to find my co-
pilot.  He's missing, and I'm responsible for him."
     Heinrich looked into Ivan's eyes.  "Also you are in
love with him.  I understand that."
     "Love?  I'm not sure.  I..."
     Heinrich laid a finger on Ivan's lips.  "It is good you
have someone to love.  There is no way off this planet.  The
field that drew us in is still there, and will prevent your
escape.  The war that took us into space is over so far as
we are concerned.  There are Slan on this planet, as well,
and we leave them alone and they leave us alone.  They are
victims as much as we are."  Heinrich's other hand had never
left Ivan's cock, and Ivan wouldn't let go until he did.
     "But, is there no escape at all?"
     "Perhaps the angels know.  But they never tell us
anything.  You might join the Mad Commander, he's trying to
make his escape.  Most of us just accept this planet as it
is, and try to enjoy ourselves."
     "True.  Will you tell me where to find the angels?"
     "It is but a few blocks this way." Heinrich said,
tugging Ivan by his cock.  Their hands never left each
other's limp puds still shiny with sperm.  Other men were
walking as they were.  Hand to cock, they walked the street
toward the angel's meeting place.
     "Where are the women?" Ivan asked after a time.
     "There are no women here." Heinrich said.
     "None at all?  Where are they?  Are they dead?"
     "No, not dead.  The one way to escape this planet is to
have women on board.  The field lets you by.  Only ships of
men land here.  Males, I should say, for there are samples
here of every space-going race in the neighborhood.  The
angels are undoubtedly here by the same way.
     "But the children?  How do you make children here?"
     "Cloning, of course.  There is one plant that does it,
and a temple here guards it.  You want a boy child, which is
all you can have, you go to the temple, and the priests
allow you access to the plant.  It is where I am going when
I finish with you.  I have been here a long time.  It is
time for me to have a child."
     "I suppose so." Ivan mused.  A planet only of men, and
clones for children.  What a place to spend the rest of your
life!
     "Here's the place." Heinrich said as they approached a
platform nearly a story tall.  "You climb up there where the
others are with their things.  Most people are here to
trade.  When the angels fly overhead, you hold out what
you're selling.  If they're interested, they'll land.  And
that's all I know, I haven't traded with them."
     "You've been a big help." Ivan said, squeezing
Heinrich's cock.  "Good luck with your new son."
     "Thank you." Heinrich said, returning the squeeze, and
releasing Ivan's cock.  "I wonder what kind of world he will
have, that is all.  Still, the Indians have been here for
over a century, and they seem happy.  Perhaps my son will be
happy, as well."
     "True." Ivan didn't want to let go of Heinrich's cock,
which was firming up again.  But Heinrich seemed busy, so
Ivan gave it a final friendly pounding for a few seconds,
and let Heinrich go, his cock pointing the way.  His own
cock could have used the attention again.  Perhaps the men
on the platform would like to greet him?
     He clambered up the ladder to the top, and found one
man to each square painted on the top, found an empty square
and stood, looking up.
     Above him, three men, men with wings, like angels.  But
angels wore clothes, robes, and these men were nude as, as
he was, with his cock still stiff from Heinrich's final
ministrations.
     The men on the platform were holding their things high
and shouting.  Ivan waved his empty hands in the air as a
substitute.
     The angels turned and headed for them.  A long, swift
dive, like hawks on prey.
     Men on the platform screamed and dove for the edge,
leaving their possesions behind.  Ivan stood looking at the
actions in dismay.  Was there danger?
     The angels were very close, and Ivan had only a few
seconds to think.  These angels, he needed to speak to them.
They may even have David themselves.  If so, they would take
him to David.
     But they were obviously going to capture him.  Wouldn't
it make more sense to dive for safety and follow them on the
ground instead?
     Ivan moved to dive to the edge.  But he didn't have
time.  As he lowered his hands slightly preparatory to
diving off, the angels were upon him, and two pairs of arms
grabbed him by the wrists, lifting him bodily into the air.
     Ivan struggled for a time, trying to break free.
     One of the angels looked at him in exasperation.
"We'll let you go now if you want us to.  But I'd look down
first."
     "Maybe we should let him go anyway." the other said.
"Bet you a rin he'd live for a while afterwards."
     "I'd take that bet." the third said.
     Ivan looked down as they spoke.  He was over a mile
high now.
     "Don't let me go." he begged quickly.  "I'll hold
still."
     "I don't know." said the third angel.  "We do have a
bet going."
     So Ivan pleaded for them to keep him captive.  It was
his only hope.

                      END OF CHAPTER 8

                       TO BE CONTINUED