PLANET OF DESIRE II
                          THE SPERM WARS

                            Chapter 1
                         "Family Matters"
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

     Ivan Paskov woke up the same way he had for the past ten years.  His
lover, Allanadale "Alabama" Gorman had shoved his cock up Ivan's ass and
was beginning to fuck him but good.  Ivan lay with his eyes closed, still
partly asleep, enjoying the feel of Al's cock as it plunged in and out with
a rough, familiar impudence.  His own cock was beginning to wake up from
the rubbing it was getting from the mattress they shared, first an
enjoyable friction, then a tight squeeze between his body and his bedding,
then it was at full erection, and too damned flattened.
     Ivan lifted his ass and Al shifted until he was kneeling behind Ivan
and Ivan lifted his pillow down to buoy up his crotch.  His pillow was
stiff and smelly from the many times he had done this, shot his wad into
his pillow to let it dry there, and he decided to wash it on laundry day.
     Laundry day!  He had become thoroughly domesticated now, thirty-three
years old, married, with three sons.  Just about what he had imagined when
he was young, and yet so very different.  He hadn't married a woman, but a
man, an ex-Marine he had first met when the man had shoved his cock up
Ivan's ass during an orgy.  His three sons were in fact clones, and one of
those was Al's.  Ivan had himself climbed twice to the Temple of Children
and lay down in the pods of the strange tree, had let it work its magic on
him and from his navel had grown out a fully developed child in a matter of
days.  Exactly like him, but a child.  And instead of a small house with
just his own family, he shared a house with another family, David Martin
and Lukas Orowsky, and their four boys (two each).  His days were filled
with the care of a farm that had to supply most of their needs, and the
needs of his own body on a planet where the sex drive was multiplied
fifty-fold.  It was sex in the bedroom, sex in the kitchen, sex in the
barn, sex in the fields, sex at the well, sex with his husband, sex with
his housemates, sex with whoever happened to be handy when the urge struck
(fidelity was simply not possible; you married for love, but sex was on an
as-needed basis).
     Modesty had gone out the window long, long before, and he had been
fucked in public so much that the thought of it no longer even bothered
him.  Even sex in front of his children (who were spared the effects of the
mist, lucky creatures, until they hit puberty), who asked the most
embarrassing questions before, during and afterwards.  His sons played
around with each other, in some ways the usual sexual exploration, and yet,
given their background, often much more than that.
     Ivan thought of the time he had walked in to find his son Mikhail
attempting to give a blow-job to his older boy Pavel.  They had been six
and four at the time, and even after a long, gentle conversation, he didn't
doubt but the sexual exploration went on in his children's bedrooms, with
each other and with friends who were constantly spending the night.
     Yes, it was good that the Temple, before they would permit you to
enter their domain and have a child cloned from your body, you had to have
both a steady lover and at least one other pair of men living with you.
Otherwise, the mist would drive you to commit acts on your own child.  Even
after the many years of exposure, it still controlled his sex drive, and
would until the very day of his death.
     Al reached around to grab Ivan's cock and flog it, and Ivan's train of
thought was guillotined with the sudden pleasure.  He raised up to his
knees and began to bounce back against Al's vigorous fucking, his orgasm
beginning to build in the back of his mind like a warmth entering his body.
     "P-pa?" came Mikhail's voice.
     Ivan looked around and saw his son standing at the edge of the
mattress.  "P-pa's being fucked right now, Mikhy." he said gently.  "Can't
it wait a minute?"
     "Pav's sick." Mikhy said.
     There was no question of stopping the sex.  On Desire, sex always got
top priority.  "I'll be in to see him just as quick as I can.  Come on, Al,
fuck me hard and fast!  Shove that thick meat of yours all the way in!"
     "Oh, Yay-is!  Gonna' fuck yore ayiss raht hahd." Al's Southern accent,
nearly gone, returned when he was excited and talking dirty to him always
did the trick.  Al reciprocated by doing what Ivan loved best, fucking him
hard and fast while his hand on Ivan's cock turned into a blur.  "Shoot
that come, babuh, shoot it for yore Daddy!  Shoot that load, babuh!  Uh,
uh, oh, YAY-IS!" and Al's thick come filled Ivan's ass yet again.  Ivan's
own orgasm had struck, his ass clamped hard onto Al's cock in mid-jism,
hard enough to cut off the flow briefly, and Al howled with the bizarre
feel of his come backing up in his cock-shaft, the way the cock almost
gurgles in a combination of pleasure and congestion, and then Ivan's cock
released him and Al let fly one tremendous squirt that was combined with
the two shots blocked before, a triple-sized wad that poured out of Ivan's
ass and onto his balls.  Ivan felt coated with Al's come, it was in him and
on him and more was pouring from Al's cock over him, while his own
ejaculation soaked his pillow copiously.
     Mikhy watched it with a combination of wide-eyed fascination and
near-boredom, much more interested in his brother's illness than the sight
of his father and "co-father" fucking, a sight he had seen many times
before in several positions and places.  When Ivan collapsed with Al atop
him, Mikhy said, "You better come see Pav now, P-pa.  He's got a fever of
some kind and he's twitching."
     "Twitching?" Ivan said.  He got up and, Al's come dribbling out of his
ass with every step, he ran behind Mikhy to the room he shared with Pavel.
     Pavel was on the bed, still asleep, but trembling all over.  A thick
sheet of sweat covered his body and (Ivan had known and dreaded this day,
the symptoms reciting themselves like a litany in his head), Pavel's cock,
significantly larger than it had been the last time Ivan had seen it, mere
days ago, was jerking, rigid despite the obvious signs of nocturnal
emissions.  Clear liquid gushed from his young cock, and the diagnosis was
clear.
     "Pav?  Pav?" he called gently.
     Pavel woke up and said, "P-pa?"
     "How do you feel?" Ivan asked.
     This was the planet called Desire, Pavel answered honestly without
embarrassment.  "Horny.  Real, real horny, not just regular horny."  And
Pav reached out and began to flog his cock hard.
     Al put his hand briefly on Ivan's shoulders.  "I'll go get the
grunkel." he said.
     Ivan forced a smile.  "It is time, my son, for you to become a man.
You and I have talked of this day.  Have you chosen?"
     "Not really." Pavel was hesitant.
     "No friend who has already become a man you would trust?" Ivan
pressed.
     "No."
     "Some friend of the family, then?"
     "No-o."
     "But you know who you would like for your first sex as a man, don't
you?"
     "Yes, P-pa."
     "You can be honest." Ivan said.  "Your need is very great.  Whoever it
is, let me get him for you.  Who do you trust to be your first lover?"
     Pav made a face Ivan knew well.  He didn't want to talk.  "Mikhy, go
wake up David and Lukas.  Pav and I have to talk."
     Mikhail left and Ivan said, "We are alone, now, my son.  Tell me the
name of the man you want."  It was strictly Pavel's choice by common law.
For a first sexual experience, any youth could choose whomever he wanted.
Even pudgy, acne-scarred Fortin, Lukas' oldest son, who had been through
this same experience a few months earlier, had been able to choose a
handsome athlete he knew from school and the young man had come right away,
grumbling, but doing his duty, popping Fortin's young ass-cherry.
     "P-pa, I'm scared." Pav said.  "I haven't played much with anyone
other than Mikhy, Jim, Fortin and Osgood.  And they're all still children.
I don't know anyone I want to fuck my ass.  P-pa, would YOU please be my
first?"
     Ivan swallowed.  This son was his clone, and his body mirrored Ivan's
own in a very literal fashion.  Incest on Desire was actually more of an
odd masturbation.  He knew that when he chose to have sons that the facts
of life and inevitable chance would make them lovers one day.  But he
hadn't expected this at all.
     Still, the law was clear.  "Of course, my son."
     Al was back with the grunkel.  A comical creature with a trumpet
shaped snout, green with orange spots and covered with a light fuzz of fur.
When Ivan had first encountered these creatures shortly after crashing on
Desire, he had thought for quite some time that they had confused his cock
with the fruits they ate, because the first grunkel he had seen had
promptly slurped down his cock and brought him to a fantastic orgasm.  But,
as he had found out the next time he had seen one (alone and very horny),
it had sniffed him and walked away, and so had every other grunkel since
then.
     It wasn't until after he had joined with Al that he found out the very
necessary purpose of grunkels in this jungle.  Without their able
assistance, no clone child survived the rather abrupt passage into puberty.
     Clone-children themselves grew very rapidly.  To look at Ivan's sons,
you would have guessed them at twice their actual age.  Pavel was almost
nine, with the body of a young teenage boy of eighteen or so, Mikhail was
seven but appeared fourteen.  Their cocks remained little boy cocks until
the onset of puberty, when the body takes on another rapid growth spurt.
Only the assistance of a grunkel, with its lithe, talented snout and
tongue, could siphon off the massive quantities of jism Pavel's body would
produce over the next eight to ten hours.  When it was done, Pavel would
be, both physically and in the eyes of his culture, adult.
     There was more, Ivan knew.  No clone-child survived the change to
adulthood without the aid of a grunkel.  So he had kept this one caged and
well-cared-for for the last several months, preserving it against the day
of his son's need.
     Ivan guided the grunkel, which was snuffling with eagerness, over to
his son's prostrate body.  "Stop masturbating, Pavel, child." Ivan said.
"Let the grunkel do his work."
     Pavel let go, shivering.  "Hurry, P-pa." he said.  "Hurry!"
     Ivan shoved the grunkel's head at his son's cock and the grunkel
needed no more urging, but slurped down the adolescent shaft and slurped
eagerly.
     Pavel jerked, immediately orgasmed, and the grunkel drank deeply,
eagerly.  Ivan watched, worried.  When the grunkel had sucked him off that
one time, it had been satisfied with a single come-load.  One time would
not save his son.  But the grunkel persisted, and Pavel groaned, squirming,
and in a matter of moments, Pavel shot his load again.  Ivan said, "Mikhy,
get me some water and clean cloths.  Al, my son and I will need our meals
today brought in here."
     Ivan stayed by his son all day long, washing his body gently, feeding
him and giving him water.  Time and again, he held his son while his son's
body was wracked by yet another orgasm.  Pavel would always try to kiss his
father at such a moment, and Ivan let him, giving him in return the kiss of
a lover rather than a father.  Ivan tried to keep count, out of curiosity,
but lost all track.  His son had at least fifty orgasms before
mid-afternoon.  Then the time between orgasms were wider, and finally the
grunkel snorted, let go, and Pavel's cock fell down, soaking wet, stinking
obscenely, but flaccid and quiescent.
     The grunkel turned and headed for the open-air window of his sons'
bedroom and Ivan let it go.  A grunkel would itself die if kept caged after
performing this duty.  Ivan watched it clamber awkwardly to its freedom,
not preventing it.  "Thank you, little creature, for saving my child." he
said quietly.  Pavel was asleep.
     Ivan got to his feet and groaned.  Every joint in his body ached, and
his cock throbbed, tumescent and angry at being forgotten all day.  Ivan
covered his son's body and headed for the living room, his own urgent need
beginning to drive his body.
     David was sitting in the living area, and at a single look at Ivan,
got out of the chair.  "On the rug." he said.
     Ivan lay down and David quickly grabbed Ivan's cock, sucked at him
furiously.  Ivan's cock gurgled with the need, and only a few moments were
needed before his climax caught him and, roaring, he shot his wad down
David's throat.  David had been flogging his own prick and Ivan felt wet
splats hit the calf of his leg, and they were done.
     David caught his breath and helped Ivan to his feet.  "Pavel's all
right now?"
     "Yes." Ivan said.
     "Where's the grunkel?" David asked.
     "It climbed out the window."
     "Shit!" David said and ran outside.  Ivan followed, heedless of his
nudity, as he had been the entire day.
     It was a typical day in the jungle of Desire.  In the field across the
way, Al was busily plowing the butt of some passing stranger while Lukas
sucked the man's cock.  The stranger was a burly man covered with black
hair, almost beastlike in his hairiness.  Beyond that, a Slan, a huge
gorilla-shaped alien, occupied the talents of their next-door neighbors,
with his four-part cock giving them ample male-meat to suck on.
     David was ignoring the sex going on around.  "Did any of you see the
grunkel leave here?  See where it was going?"
     A general denial, insofar as he was answered at all.  David turned
away in dismay.  "My boy James will be the next.  I want to follow it when
it finishes."
     "Why?" Ivan asked.
     David turned to look at him.  "Have you forgotten what we found in the
Cavern of Souls?"
     Ivan was puzzled.  "No, of course not."  His worst nightmare had been
waiting there, as well as an alien creature who had been responsible for
their crashing on this strange planet.
     "Everything here, haven't you noticed?"
     Ivan looked around.  He had gotten used to the place.  The apples
shaped like cocks, the squash shaped like cocks, the...  "I know this whole
planet has sex on the brain."
     "Exactly."
     David was smarter than he was, Ivan reminded himself.  "Could you
explain it to me?  I guess I'm missing the point."
     "Everything here was created by that odd alien we met and spoke with.
He brought us here as an experiment.  So doesn't it follow that the entire
planet is designed by him to be part of that experiment?"
     "Really?" Ivan said.  His mind was whirled.  The creatures, the
plants, all of them designed to titillate their libido.  The odd treestump
plant that held him captive, siphoning off his come load after load, nearly
killing him in the process.
     "Think about how our sons were born.  A plant, a single, solitary
tree, with one purpose, to make more human males.  Our sons are human, I'm
sure of that." he hastened to add.  Ivan and he had thrashed out that
subject before.  Their children had proven that time and again that despite
growing out of their father's belly instead of a woman's womb, they were
human children through and through.
     Except they grew at twice the rate of a human child.  And when they
reached the age of puberty...  It took a grunkel.  An odd beast that loved
to suck a human cock, but only once in a lifetime.  Therefore, no grunkel
would ever look at that human again.
     "I see what you mean." Ivan said.  "I guess I just hadn't thought
about it."
     "I had James just a month after you had Pavel." David said.  "We'd
better hurry and trap another grunkel.  No telling when it'll be my turn to
watch my son turn into a man."
     And David would be sure to follow this one, Ivan was sure.
     There were still secrets on this planet, he realized.  For the first
time in years, he looked at the planet and felt like he was standing in a
crowd of strangers.
     "So." David said, apparently dismissing the entire subject.  Ivan knew
he had merely put it away in its own place in his mind, something to do
later.  "Tell me Ivan, who did Pavel pick to lose his virginity to?"

                        END OF CHAPTER ONE

     Author's Note: And so I begin again.  For those of you who didn't
suffer the pangs of my readers on the BBS with "Planet of Desire", I will
churn out these chapters at the approximate (but not certain) date of one
per week.  I will upload them as quickly as I write them.  Sometimes, the
Muse won't sing and it'll be longer.  I apologize, but hang in there.
Plenty of horny chapters still waiting to be told!