NOTE: This and all preceding and subsequent chapters are copyright 1993 by Milford Ray Slabaugh. All rights reserved. Permission is hereby granted to post this story to other BBS'es, provided it bears this language. Permission to post to Star*Chat denied.
PLANET OF DESIRE
CHAPTER TWO
THE MELON PATCH
Ivan and David tramped a long while, now deftly avoiding the few stray wisps of the gas, knowing it for the mind-robber it was, knowing that sooner or later the gas would get to them again, yet delaying it as long as they could.
It added distance to their trek, and forced them to make circuitous routes that threatened to make them lose their way.
And then they came to a patch of plants with fruit like round melons on stretching vines.
"It could be a watermelon patch back home." David said. "Except for the blue leaves and orange melons. And that pinkish sky, with pink clouds, is everything pink on this planet?"
Ivan wasn't familiar with watermelon or the sky, but nodded agreement just the same. "I wonder if it is edible." he said hesitantly of the melons.
"Be nice if it was." David said. "There's plenty of it here. And look over the trees at the mountain, to the left of us. We were getting off track. Thank God for this patch."
"Yes." Ivan said. "Best we test the fruit now, before we are truly hungry. One of us will take a small bite of one of those fruit, and we'll wait until morning, check for poisonous reaction." His survival training told him how inadequate these precautions were. "It's all we can do." he told himself and David.
David nodded, his face a golden glow in Ivan's eyes, and he knew the pink mist was working on him again despite their actions. But he could delay it a bit longer, before he would have to reach for his friend.
David leaned over and yanked at one of the orange spheres. "I christen thee an orangelope." he said, stabbing a thumb into the fruit at the same time. "Who's going to be the guinea pig first, my captain?"
As his thumb sunk to the core, a spray of gas came from the fruit, a copious cloud formed around them, a cloud of pink mist. And Ivan felt it touch him, felt it run its obscene fingers over him, and his eyes lost focus, and he reached for David.
David dropped the fruit at his feet, and the orangelope exploded, coating them in the pink mist.
Ivan barely noticed it; he was too busy seeing David, grabbing the zipper of David's jumpsuit to fumble it down, the reward of the scattered yellow chest hairs spilling out as he did so, and Ivan ran his hands down the revealed flesh, following the contours of the breast, enveloping one nipple in his hairy paw, squeezed it possessively.
David gasped and moaned, unzipping Ivan's jumpsuit, fought it free of Ivan's broad shoulders, to let the suit hang around Ivan's arms like a woman's strapless dress.
Ivan's chest was a solid coat of black fur, and David reached into the mass, to run his fingers through the fur, feeling his way to the nipple, pinching it lightly.
The pink mist had wafted away, and Ivan realized dreamily that the melon patch itself had an aura of the mist about it, too little to be visible, yet working its magic on them, turning their feverish hands into slower caresses. Ivan gave silent thanks to the creator of this planet for that. He didn't want to rape David. He reached his face towards David, let his arms fall to his side, to allow the jumpsuit to slither off his chest to hang at midwaist.
Slowly they kissed, the two men, Ivan sliding his tongue into David's mouth like a hesitant pink snake, tasting David's clean teeth, the mouth so wonderful, like a delicate nectar to his hungry tongue.
He caressed his now-free hands over David's shoulders to gently push back David's jumpsuit, to push the blue away and reveal the white skin, so pale it was nearly transparent, so smooth and kissable, one eye told him.
He left David's clutching, sucking mouth to run his mouth over David's cheek and down his neck to nibble at the juncture of neck and shoulder, playful bites at the neck, like a satiated vampire.
David sighed and reached for Ivan's belt, now the only thing holding Ivan's jumpsuit on. A simple buckle, David pulled on it and Ivan's jumpsuit wriggled down the hairy thighs over the knees and calves to lay in a satisfied circle around the tops of his leather boots. And David grabbed at the jockstrap, to yank it down off the enraged cock, freeing it, letting it stab at his clothed navel.
Ivan kept nibbling at the neck, so smooth and white, while David fought free of his own clothes to let their cocks slap at each other, Ivan felt the sticky glue of David's pre-come moisten his abdomen, and save for a pile of disorganized clothes hiding the black leather boots, they were both nude, their chest hairs mingling freely, unhindered.
And so, slowly, gently, the two men tasted each other's bodies, nibbling and sucking, tasting each other's sweat, smelling the hungry musk of male erection, the sour odor of pre-come that flowed freely from their eager cocks.
David fought free of Ivan's clutching arms, to drop to his knees, and Ivan felt hot wetness clutch at his cock as David gulped him down hungrily.
Was David an expert, or driven to the edge of madness, the way he was, Ivan wondered. David seemed thoroughly capable, sliding nine thick inches of uncut Russian/Swahili cock down his throat like an old friend. Ivan gasped, raised his eyes to the mocking pink heavens, knotted his neck and throat muscles. God, he'd never known this from the few women he had bedded before. It took a man to truly worship another man's cock, another man to know so intimately what pleasured him, and how to give it to another. Passion built fast, too fast, and Ivan grabbed David roughly by the hair, pulled him off his cock, which made an audible pop as David's lips reluctantly released it, and David looked up in curious wonder, eyes glazed.
"Enough." Ivan said. "I want to do yours, too."
Ivan and David fought off their boots and jumpsuits, and Ivan he lay down in the melon patch, his rump crushing another orangelope as he half-fell, releasing a spray of pink mist over the two men, and Ivan grabbed David's cock, tried to take it all down the first passionate swallow.
David groaned, and Ivan felt moist pleasure engulf him again, an orangelope trapped between them, a hard ball at their stomachs ignored as they 69'ed, hungrily swallowing each other's cocks down in deep, quick strokes.
Ivan felt passion grip him, and moaned a warning with his last iota of sense, to let David release him if he wanted to. But David speeded up and swallowed him even deeper, and Ivan cursed a fluid Russian around his friend's cock as he exploded into David's mouth.
Ivan felt David sucking at his cock while he was coming, enhancing his pleasure, drawing all of his semen out and he was forced to release David's cock to gather in air, to lie in helpless satiation, head resting on David's ankle.
But David stood up, and Ivan looked at him in sleepy wonder. David had the orangelope that had been between them in his hands, and it was dripping red juice from its broken hulk. Where it splattered on Ivan's chest and stomach, intense pleasure followed, and Ivan writhed, his cock straining to again attain an erection, slowly succeeding.
David brought the orangelope down hard on his own penis while Ivan watched in wonder, gasped in pleasant agony, and red juice ran out from around the new hole in a copious stream, to splatter Ivan's cock and balls, and Ivan was fully erect again from this pleasure bath.
David rested the pulverized orangelope on Ivan's chest, a ball of exquisite passion, and raised Ivan's legs, Ivan seeing David's cock coated thick with red juice and pulp, and that was the lube for Ivan's virgin ass.
Where the juice went, pleasure followed, and Ivan gasped and groaned, feeling only pleasure as his anus was ripped open from David's stabbing pole, pleasure at the feel of David's rod burying itself ever deeper, worming inside of him.
David pushed his cock in steadily until it was buried to the base, his face flushed with near-orgasm, and he fell onto the fruit, bathing both of them with the red pleasure juice, and without a stroke on his penis, a single stroke into Ivan's ass, they came, Ivan groaning in pain with the pleasure as his over-used, ravaged cock strained forth another load. His balls felt horribly empty, but his ass was filled to the brim with David's semen, filling him full.
After their mutual orgasm had released them, Ivan kissed David sleepily, feeling the limp organ still imbedded in him, enjoying its presence.
"Not bad for a first time, was it?" he asked.
David opened sleepy eyes, grinned feebly. "Next time you get to do me." he said.
"Eheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!" came a cackling laugh from somewhere nearby. And a very human voice when the laughter was done, on the now-awake men.
A human voice that said, "Well, well, two new ones land on my planet, do they?" Think they're able to handle this planet of mine? Well, wait until they see what happens to them next! Eheeheeheeheeheeheeheeh!" and the voice faded with the voice.
Ivan and David sat side by side in the melon patch, nude, looking around them, then at each other.
They were not alone.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
TO BE CONTINUED