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PLANET OF DESIRE
Chapter Three
THE RIVER
Ivan and David looked at each other, as the maniacal laughter and its bearer moved away.
"I thought we were all alone here." David said after a time.
"Maybe not." Ivan said. "We were pulled in by that electromagnetic disturbance, maybe others have been, too." He rose to his feet, grabbed his jumpsuit. "Let's go try to find that man."
David and he dressed and went after the voice. It had come from a big tree near the edge of the melon patch, but when they got there, some disturbed leaves were their only clue.
Ivan moved around the tree trunk (remembering as he did the other tree like this one, and the passion blurring his mind as he did so), and at the other side, gasped.
A notebook lay on the ground there, battered and old, but there. He picked it up as David rounded the other side.
"What is it?" David asked.
"Let's find out." Ivan said.
The notebook was full of writing and took them most of the afternoon. It told them of a colony ship, bound for Eridanus Zeta, drawn in and near-crashing, the pilot barely pulling them up at the last minute, dying, but saving his passengers, colonists from India, Hindustani with all they needed to survive on this strange planet. Finding their crops mutated, all bearing the strange pink spell.
Told of falling under the spell of the planet, adapting to it with a resurgence of Tantric beliefs, falling into near savagery over time. Told of other ships of people landing, few or many survivors, and their own adaptations, though not in such detail as its Hindustani writer.
Ivan finished it, with a sore voice from the long reading aloud. "So there is a sizeable population here."
"Yes, and those orangelopes used to be watermelons after all." David said. "That was definitely an exobiologist who wrote this notebook, and we know one thing now."
"Yes, what to eat and what to avoid." Ivan said.
"And what happens every time you eat."
"Yes." Ivan mused. The foods were all edible save for a few poisonous plants, but all of them would be like the orangelopes, all would bear the strange power to excite the human body into sexual fury. What kind of cosmic sick joke was this place? It would not kill them, unless their sexual fury drove their bodies too hard. But how to ration food, and air, and water, all of it. Ivan was thirsty already. Even the water would drive you crazy with lust.
"Tantrism." David said, evidently having his own thoughts. "It makes sense in a way."
Ivan looked his puzzlement.
"Sex as the ultimate in worship. Men and women devoting their lives to sexuality. It would work here better than Christianity, that's for sure."
"I suppose so." Ivan said. "Any suggestions as to what we do next, my friend."
David smiled, laid a hand on Ivan's thigh. "This later. But for now, let's try to find a village of some kind. If we're going to survive here, we'll do it better in a group."
"Agreed." Ivan said, kissing David quickly. The melon patch was working on them with its concentrated lust. He rose to his feet. "Let's get going." He tucked the notebook inside a large inner pocket.
"First, let's gather a few orangelopes. We'll have to eat sooner or later." David said.
Burdened by two melons each, they walked through the jungle, avoiding the now familiar pink mists, trying not to let even the leaves touch them, to caress them into that slow passion that overtook them before. If the body were to survive, the notebook had warned, it must avoid contact except when necessary.
So they were fine for many miles now, bare wisps of the pink mist the main, unavoidable hazard. But even the slight mist was enough to stir Ivan despite the copious release of before. His cock was stirring, not a menace yet, but still there, telling him about its presence and need. Not yet, he prayed, not yet.
And they came to the river. Cool, clear, blue water, it beckoned to the thirsty men, and they looked at each other, raced to the water, falling to their feet to lap at it like dogs.
And Ivan drank deep of the water, and his body stirred into lust, and he remembered too late the warning of the notebook.
Water is unavoidable, as is food, he reminded himself. We shall eat now, as well. And bathe, his body reminded him of the sticky melon still attached to his chest and crotch, its power gone.
He touched David on the shoulder, sitting back, and David locked eyes with him, sat down closely. "We shall eat, now." he said. "Then bathe."
David grinned as he tore open the melon to release the cloud of pink mist. "As well as other things." he agreed.
The mist was strong, but hunger stronger now, knowing the melons to be harmless, except for their package of lust.
Eating was exquisite pleasure, the feel of fluid passion running down the throat to coalesce into a warmth in the stomach.
David reached, touched Ivan on the shoulder, a patch of heat.
Ivan looked over, his chest heaving. "Finish your dinner, first, my love." he panted. "Then we shall touch each other. I promise."
Eager gulps finished the meager meal. Done, Ivan touched up, fumbled with his zipper to yank it down hard, his jockstrap a white tent at the bottom, puckering out the fly. Ivan yanked off his boots, let his jumpsuit fall, the jockstrap flung off with intense lust, and he was naked.
David had won the race to undress, and he scoooped up a leftover rind, advanced on Ivan, slathered the juice over Ivan's nine inch slab of meat, coating him with lust and lube at the same time.
Ivan grabbed David roughly, kissed him hard, his teeth bruising his lips as he did so, and David's legs parted beneath him, rose to envelope his thighs, the heels prodded at his buttocks like eager spurs.
There was a fumble, while Ivan found David's anus with his cock, the untouched, virgin asshole. But his cock was coated with liquid love, and David opened himself as easily as Ivan had, permitted him to push inside to the very core, his balls resting among David's ass-hairs, their hair intermingling there, on their chests, on their heads as they kissed.
Ivan forced himself to be slow, gentle, despite his need. I am the master of my own body, you damned pink mist, he told himself. I will choose how I make love, at least.
And David grabbed him, his hands caressed his back and the feel of his hands across his rippling muscles, his hands interlocked and David hugged him tight.
Ivan lifted them, his muscular body allowing him to raise up his commander/friend/lover until he was upright, resting on his knees, David clinging to him, his cock buried still in David's ass.
And still interlocked, with David still hanging onto him, his eyes questioning, Ivan rose to his feet (thankful for the weight-lifting that permitted him this much control, though it took all his legs had to do it), and walked with David, his cock buried in David's ass, into the welcoming water.
David giggled as the water reached Ivan's thighs, explained. "Only my butt is in the water here. It feels great."
"Then we shall go deeper." Ivan said, and waded out further.
The water rose about them, creeping with tangible fingers around their bodies, to wedge between Ivan's waist and David's legs, to coat them, moisten them.
Here, even the water carried its own passion. The current caressed them, the liquid aroused them, and Ivan waded ever deeper until, only their heads and shoulders were out of the water, which tickled their nipples with its ripples, barely keeping his feet, he stopped, to kiss David, using David's body and his own to brace against the water, holding them firm.
And David released Ivan, let his body fall slowly into the water, resting on top of it, and that was how Ivan fucked David, both of them feeling the water's caress as they made love.
Ivan held onto David by his thighs, David kept his legs locked around Ivan's hips, and Ivan moved David as well as himself with each thrust of his nine-inch boner into David's butt. The water foamed angrily as Ivan speeded up, the passion building too strongly, too much, too much, and he lost his footing, hanging onto David, sending both of them under the water while he hunched at David's ass hard and fast, orgasm taking control of them both.
David came, fluid pearls that floated between them, landing and kissing, leaving again. Ivan held tight as his cock exploded, no air to breathe, enduring the strain of his lungs while his cock poured a bountiful load into David's ass.
Gasping and thrashing, they arose again from the water, separating with the need to breathe, the water kissing them with each movement, and they caught their breath, looked about them.
"We'll have to swim." Ivan said. "We're losing our clothes."
He took off with sure strokes, but David outdistanced him. Ivan gave it all the power he had, but only succeeded in keeping abreast of David's pale form in the water, enjoyed watching the bobble of David's ass as they plowed against the strong current, a slow, long race made harder by their recent ecstasy, but after a time, they made it back to the small beach where they had left their clothes.
They had tossed their jumpsuits and jocks onto a grassy knoll, to keep them free of sand, their boots were standing upright nearby.
Ivan walked up to their clothes, goggled.
Strands of grass had woven into the jumpsuits, moving with a near visible speed, slowly enough that only the length of time they had left them there had done it.
And the grass was secreting a resin, amber colored, that flowed onto their clothes.
Their disintegrating clothes. Ivan snatched his jumpsuit away, and it tore in his hands, and he was left with shreds of cloth. His jockstrap was entirely covered, and he made no effort to get it.
He plucked off his metal eagle, and David stood nearby, dumbfounded. Ivan reached his hand in to pull off the two bars of David's rank, handed them to him.
"We'd better put our boots on." Ivan said, strangely calm.
"But our clothes." David said.
"They're gone, like our ship. We'll have to enter that village naked, unless we weave a loincloth out of some leaves."
"These leaves?" David said.
"Oh. Yes." Ivan said. "I keep forgetting. That wouldn't do, would it."
David reached in, pulled out a coil of metal. We've lost the notebook, too. Damn, that was going to be our guide, here."
"First rule of survival." Ivan reminded him.
David nodded, first rule was to forget about setbacks and things that were lost. "Very well. We'll walk into that village wearing only leather boots and a friendly smile."
Ivan nodded, laughed easily. He put an arm around David's shoulders. For now, the planet was finished with them. They had time for intimacy. "We'll have to do it." he said. He kissed David, their tongues interlaced, and felt for the first time, Ivan felt true passion awakening in him.
He pulled away abruptly. "Let's get moving." he said. Sand clung to his wet buttocks as he put on his boots, and with that as the only covering, one that fell away with each step, they went on to find other human beings.