Siren
			(A Planet of Desire Story)

			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

     Terrence Williams walked the path towards the village. 
He had finally told Captain Swenson that he wanted to leave
the Marines, and of course, Captain Swenson had sent him on
his way.  Terry had decided to see the Indian's village
before he decided where to settle down.
     It had been fun in the Marines, both before they had
crashed on this world, and after Commander Morrison had been
removed.  Captain Swenson was a swell guy, and a wonderful
fuck.  You could just take the man down anywhere at any
time, and he'd love it when you slid your hard schlong into
his ass with no preliminaries at all.  You knew the Marines
on Desire had really changed when you could fuck your
commanding officer on the mess hall table!
     Terry chuckled and flexed his muscles.  It felt good to
get out of those heavy fatigues.  He had wrapped himself a
native loincloth, which was plenty for this hot planet.  It
let the wind play through his chest hairs like fingers that
wanted to touch you all over.  If it weren't for the duffel
bag slung around his shoulders, 
     Damn, he was getting horny!  He'd hoped to meet a few
people by now, traders, fellow Marines, whatever.  When the
whole planet is sex-crazy, you don't expect to ever have to
jerk yourself off again.
     But, he sighed, it looked like he would be reduced to
just that.  Or maybe take advantage of this world's
proclivities.  There was a tree with an opening just the
right size.  But he remembered hearing of Captain Paskov's
results with that treestump plant, and shuddered.  Maybe
after he'd been free for a while and learned some more, he
would feel safe sticking his cock in a hole like that.
     He fondled his cock and thought about it.  Maybe after
another quarter-mile or so, if he didn't meet anyone, he
would go ahead and beat himself off.
     He rounded a bend, and there was a small clearing.  In
the center of the yellowish field, there looked to be a
large, cup-shaped plant.  And resting there, stark naked,
cock hard as a rock, was a fellow traveler!
     All right!  "Hello!" Terry said gleefully.  No jerk-off
needed today!
     The man raised up his head, and said, "Hello, yourself. 
How about getting over here and fucking my ass but good,
fellow?"  He was about Terry's age, early twenties, and
about as muscular (a fellow Marine?), but where Terry's hair
was black and curly, this man had blond hair cut close about
his head.
     "That's my kind of invitation!" Terry agreed as he
walked over.  Another advantage of loincloths is you can
yank them off in an instant.  Quick as he dropped his duffel
bag with one hand, he had yanked off the loincloth with the
other, and now wore only boots and socks.
     Terry climbed on top of the guy, who lifted his legs
and made a human cradle for Terry to climb into.  "Don't
even bother slicking that schlong up, guy." the man panted. 
"I'll take it just like it is!"
     Terry eased into position and said, "My name's Terry."
     "Garth." the man said.  "Come on, Terry, stick it in
me."
     Terry tried, but the man's ass was so damned tight. 
Virgin?  With that come-on?  "Maybe you'd better lube it up
for me, first." he said.
     "Okay, quick, man, climb on my chest and shove it in my
mouth.  I'll slick it up good." Garth gasped.
     Terry obeyed, sitting on the man's chest, resting his
knees on the plant.  Extraordinarily comfortable, this
plant.  Like a spring mattress.  He could see why Garth
chose here to rest.
     Garth slurped moistly on Terry's pud like it was an ice
cream bar!  He was drooling like mad, slathering Terry's
cock with his tongue, driving Terry almost crazy with need.
     "There, that's wet enough." Garth said after a few
seconds of devout service.  "Now, get back down and stick it
in me.  Hurry, man!"
     Terry didn't see the urgency, but why not accomodate
this horny man.  He lifted off of Garth's chest (funny, his
knees felt kind of prickly and sticky; maybe this wasn't the
best plant to take a nap on), and Garth lifted his legs
high.
     "Aw, come on, man, fuck me now!" he moaned.
     Terry had to shove and jab to get his cock into Garth's
butt.  Garth gasped and grimaced, his face contorted with
pain, but he only said, "Deeper, man, deeper!"  
     Terry kept pushing until he was completely inside the
man.  His knees prickled against the edge of the plant, and
Terry leaned down to kiss Garth, resting his elbows on the
plant so he wouldn't crush Garth beneath him.
     "Aw, man, you feel so damned good!" Garth whispered. 
"Now fuck me, man, fuck me for as long as you want."
     Terry decided to make this fuck last.  Slow and easy,
he hunched at Garth's ass, feeling the slick hotness of
Garth's body as it rippled and clutched at his boner.
     Garth moved, and sighed, "Ah, yes, that's doing it!" 
He lifted his arms and Terry saw now that he wore a kind of
red bracelet around each arm.  They seemed to be joined
behind him, for streamers of red extended from them to his
back.  Garth grabbed Terry and pulled him down tight, kissed
him hard, holding Terry tightly to him.
     "Come on, stud, fuck me harder.  Harder!" he groaned
into Terry's ear.
     Terry obliged, his own cock was heating up fast.  He
bucked and thrashed at Garth's butt, and the plant began to
buckle and sway in time to his thrusts.
     Garth lifted up his shoulders one at a time.  "Ah, yes,
man, you're doing it to me all right.  Come on, harder,
harder!  Fuck my butt raw!"
     Terry was lost in sensation, the need of Garth and his
own lust building, puddling in his balls.  "Ah, man, I'm
getting close." he moaned in Garth's ear.
     Garth's response was to suddenly hold Terry tight and
roll with him, shift until he was on top of Terry, and
sitting astride Terry's crotch.  Garth fucked himself
furiously on the guy, and Terry saw now that the red
streamers of Garth's bracelets were actually attached to the
plant itself.  What was this?
     But he was so close, his body had no time for
questions.  Orgasm clutched at him, and Terry gasped,
groaned, his cock erupted into Garth's butt.  Garth flogged
his own cock hard and fast when Terry's come started flying,
and poured his own seed all over Terry's stomach and chest,
a stream like he hadn't come for a long time.
     Done, he collapsed across Terry, grabbed Terry's wrists
and pulled them over Terry's head to rest like that atop
Terry.
     "You were terrific, fellow." he panted.  "Really
terrific.  I almost hate to have to do this to you."
     "Do what?" Terry whispered, lassitude sweeping over
him.
     "Leave you here." Garth got up and Terry saw that he
was free of the plant, but purple marks showed where the red
"bracelets" had been.  
     Terry started to rise up, but realized in panic that he
was stuck tight.  He looked as well as he could, and saw the
red "bracelets" were now wrapped firmly around his wrists. 
They wouldn't let him move.  He was trapped!
     "What's happening?" He asked.  "Garth, what's going on
here?"
     "Sorry, Terry, it was you or me." Garth said, turning
around to fish in the grass.  Terry saw red dots all over
Garth's back.  Some were bleeding.  
     "Cut me loose, man." Terry begged.  "Please, man, get
me out of here."
     "Oh, you'll get free after a while." Garth said,
pulling out a backpack and loincloth, which he draped over
his shoulders, wincing at the pain.  "Damned plant."
     "How do I get free?" Terry asked.  "At least tell me
that!"
     "Oh, you do what I did." Garth said.  "You see, that
plant you're on is a blood-drinker, but it doesn't kill its
victims.  Every time a new victim happens along, it'll let
go of the one it has.  Trouble is, you have to keep the new
victim there for a while.  Sex usually does that with no
problem.  Just treat the next guy who happens along the way
I treated you."
     "But..." Terry gasped.  "I've never been fucked
before."
     "Really?" Garth was surprised.  "Damn, man, that's a
real accomplishment on this world.  Well, you'll either lose
your cherry or stay there a long while.  You're safe, that
plant closes up at night with you inside.  You won't
suffocate; it's an oxygen producer."
     "So I have to be a damned pimp for this plant." Terry
was getting angry at his predicament.
     "More like the sirens of legend, whose song enticed
sailors too close to the rocks that wrecked their ships."
Garth mused.  "So when someone comes along, you sing real
pretty, like I did to you, and you'll be on your way only a
little worse for wear."
     And Garth tramped down the path towards the Marine
encampment.  Would he send help?  Not likely!
     Terry sighed and tried to relax.  This plant didn't
hurt at all.  Like a feather mattress.
     Noise crackled through the underbrush, and Terry
thought for a while it was a bear.  Then he remembered where
he was, and relaxed.  
     He recognized the man.  "Hey, Tepper!" he called.
     Gary Tepper stepped out, a tall, gangly red-headed guy. 
He had quit the Marines about the same time Terry had.
     "Terry?  Is that you?"
     "Sure thing, Gary." Terry smiled.  "Good to see you,
dude.  How about you come over here and fuck my ass for me?"
     "I didn't think you got fucked, man?" Gary had tried
for his ass before, with all the subtlety of a bull gorilla.
     "So I changed my mind.  I'm extra horny right now.  So
get over here and pop my cherry for me."  Terry lifted his
legs enticingly.
     Gary smiled and came forward, pulling at buttons as he
came.  "You'll love it, man, I promise."
     "I'm sure I will."  Terry stifled a laugh.  He made a
good siren.

                           THE END