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