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PLANET OF DESIRE
CHAPTER FOUR
THE GRUNKELS
A long walk finally showed them their first sign of human civilization other than the lost notebook. A path, well-travelled, showing here and there the marks of bare human feet. Their leather boots, now their only covering, obliterated it as they walked, hopefully towards a village and not into the jungle deeper. Ivan saw once or twice the mountain, their original destination, in the distance, now visibly nearer for their day's travels, but the sun, so much like beloved Sol, was sinking behind it, and they would soon be in darkness.
"We'd better find a place to sleep." Ivan gasped. His body ached from the day of walking and exercise. His stomach complained already of hunger, and thirst also gnawed at his throat. But his cock was sore and stiff, and begged him not to try to come again, not so soon. Ivan swore an oath that he would at least wait until morning before putting himself again into the breach of human lust.
"A patch of sand over there." David said at last. "Dare we try it?"
"Sand is sand. I hope." Ivan said. "At least the notebook didn't warn of any, like it had that grass. Had we only known, we wouldn't be showing our family jewels all over the jungle."
David grinned. "The way this planet is, they just got in the way. I wonder how the natives handle it."
"We'll find out tomorrow, I hope." Ivan said. "Let's get some sleep."
The sand was warm and comfortable, and Ivan was grateful that at least the earth didn't wrack his body with pleasure. The exhaustion and relative safety from lust was a soporific, and Ivan cuddled up next to David, the darkness wrapping them in its embrace, and they slept, knowing thanks to the notebook that the few carnivores on this planet would pass them by, uninterested in their smell, and they slept soundly, all night.
The next Ivan knew, it was daylight, and he woke up horny. The pink mist had touched him all night, he decided, looking up with no result, wiping at his eyes to clear them of the matter, remove the green and orange blur.
It wasn't a blur, Ivan realized. Some creature had found them. He shook David quickly, and David looked up at him, his pale, lithe body unmarked by sand, his erection matching Ivan's own with tumesence.
"Wha--" Ivan put a hand over David's mouth before he could say more, gestured with his eyes to the creatures.
Green with orange patches, the creatures were smooth skinned, a light, delicate fur covering them. They looked sort of like a bizarre creature from an overactive imagination, their muzzles like a hollow tube, a slender pink tongue flicking out.
"Anteaters?" David said, looking at them.
"Grunkel?" one of them said.
David laughed. "Okay, so you're a grunkel. What's your name?"
"Grunkel?" came the questioning call.
"I've never seen one like that in a bestiary." Ivan said, resting on both elbows, David rising to a semi-sitting position.
"I wonder if they're dangerous." David said. The grunkels were walking slowly toward them, one of their tube- like muzzles aligned perfectly with his hard cock, Ivan realized.
"The notebook..." Ivan said, and gasped. The grunkel in front of him, with its muzzle aligned with his cock, had lifted its head and thrust the muzzle over his hard rod.
"Ungh!" Ivan said. The passion of this planet was inside the grunkel's muzzle and that flickering tongue.
Ivan looked over at David, to see the other grunkel had slurped down David's cock. Side by side, the two men lay, letting the grunkels give them a morning blow-job.
Ivan loved the light suction in the beast's muzzle, and the tongue which wrapped around his nine-incher like a boa constrictor, milking him.
Pink mist, a large blot of it, came into the small depression with them, coating the two men and their servicing beasts in pink mist. The grunkels swished their tails and almost capered.
Ivan felt the intensity of the mist and the slurping tube-muzzle. The mist caressed his every inch of skin at once, while the grunkel gave his hungry, revigorated cock a special treatment.
David reached over and his face sought Ivan's, and the two men kissed while their cocks were sucked by the grunkels.
Ivan was gripped with passion, and David felt his orgasm approaching, locked his lips over Ivan's mouth, and Ivan fought for breath, gasped, his massive chest blowing and sucking David's chest empty. David clutched him tighter, his fingernails sinking into Ivan's biceps, and David sucked air in his turn, both of the men forced to use and reuse the same stale air save for the small ration their nostrils pulled in and out, and Ivan felt himself swooning, losing consciousness save for that unalterable light of his orgasm, and he shot a huge load into the slurping grunkel, while David thrashed in his embrace, obviously giving his grunkel a similar treatment.
Afterwards, they lay back, and the grunkels lapped at their cocks, pulling off and sucking out every ounce of spent come from their bodies. Then, together, they released the limp cocks from their muzzles, and walked off together, looking for all the world like they were prancing, satisfied with their unusual breakfast treat. Ivan chuckled at the thought, and the thought reminded him he was hungry.
"Where're those other melons?" he said.
They found the empty rinds nearby. "I guess our cocks were the dessert." David joked. "There'll be something nearby. Let's get moving."
Ivan agreed, his cock swinging loosely like a bell clapper as he walked, satiated for now. He hoped it would be satisfied until after he'd had some breakfast.
END OF CHAPTER FOUR
TO BE CONTINUED