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 8 "Greeting a Villager" Ivan walked through the busy streets, by now familiar with how this culture would have to operate, so he saw nothing odd in the men making love in the streets or on benches to either side, in pairs or in groups. But he did notice one odd fact: "Where are the women?" he asked himself. He hadn't seen a single female, woman or girl, since the day he had first set foot on this crazy planet. There were only men on these streets. But if there were no women, where did these children come from, he asked himself. They must be elsewhere, perhaps some aspect of this quirky culture, he reassured himself. One other thing stood out; he was being ignored by everyone. Questions were met with a bland stare, and the men looked away again. Ivan grew tired of this, looked around, saw coming toward him one young man, as pale-skinned as himself, with blond hair and blue eyes, with a firm muscular body. He caught the man by the arm as he walked near and jerked him around. He was being ignored by these people, and he wanted information. "Where do the angels come to trade?" he asked the young man. "What?" the man asked, obviously unable to comprehend. It sounded more like "Vat?" German? "Where do I find the angels?" The man cocked his head to one side, regarded Ivan. "You're new here, aren't you?" he said. "Yes, I'm from Earth, and the Space Scouts. Flying a mission, my co-pilot and myself were marooned here." "Join the club." the man said, started to turn away. Ivan grabbed him again and spun him back. "Why can't I ask a simple question around here?" "You're not asking the right way. When in Rome, you do as the Romans do. The proper way of greeting a villager here is, well...." The man drifted off into inaudible mumbles. Ivan was taken aback by this. "What am I doing wrong?" "Look around you." Ivan did, and blushed. This place had sex on the brain! He was used to the sex this planet forced you into with its pink mist. He understood the building desire and the need to release it. But this village took the need one step further than that. He had noticed the men having sex, but now realized this was more than the mist at work. Ivan watched two men approach each other. Obviously friends, their method of greeting was to... That was when Ivan blushed! Their method of greeting was to reach into each other's loincloths and proceed to jerk each other's cocks! Ivan goggled at the sight, noting variations of it all over the place, and turned back to the man, still beet-red. "Embarassed? You'll get used to the place. You don't have to make the other guy come, just jerk him a while. After you've been here a while, your body adjusts, you see. You can have sex all day and night and never get any-- tireder let us say--than doing any other exercise. How long you been here?" the man looked into Ivan's eyes intensely. "Just a few weeks." "Really? Then your body should have adjusted. Let's find out." Ivan realized when the man lifted aside the flap of his loincloth and grabbed his rod, that, despite the all-night session, he was fully able to have sex again. The man was right. "What's your name?" he asked. If they were to have sex, or something like it, he at least wanted to know the guy's name! "Heinrich Roos." The man said, gave a small gasp as Ivan's hand reached in to reciprocate. He had a firm seven inches of German cock forming a definite arc upwards at the end like a scimitar, much more so than Ivan's gentle sweep now being fondled by Heinrich's palm. His thumb and finger rested at the base of the man's cock, and Ivan jerked it like that, the head slapping at his wrist with each stroke. "Ivan Paskov." Ivan said, gulping hard. The father- and-son had been hours ago, and he was fully ready to come in this man's hands. His cock gave off a heat he could feel, and the rank odor of precome touched his nostrils. He pounded Heinrich's pud hard and fast; to have this German man not come when he did was unthinkable! Heinrich moaned, lay his head on Ivan's broad chest, his blond mop tickling Ivan's chin with it's day-old stubble, his hand mauling Ivan's cock, hard and fast. "Why do you want to see angels?" Heinrich choked out. "I have to ask them a question." Ivan mumbled into Heinrich's hair. "They're dangerous. Unpredictable. Don't go to them. Come home with me, ja! Ach, Gott lieben diese...." And Heinrich's speech fell from German to unintelligible gutteral groans and Ivan felt hot wads of cock shoot out of the hot cock onto his arm and hand. Heinrich turned his face up to kiss Ivan hard and his hand speeded up even more to make a blur on Ivan's cock. Ivan moaned, shot his own wad against Heinrich's waist, feeling it dribble back down to flow in rivers over Heinrich's thigh and down his leg. "Gott, das was sehr.... That was good, man." Heinrich said. "I'd like to go home with you." Ivan said, planting a quick kiss on Heinrich's cheek. "But I have to find my co- pilot. He's missing, and I'm responsible for him." Heinrich looked into Ivan's eyes. "Also you are in love with him. I understand that." "Love? I'm not sure. I..." Heinrich laid a finger on Ivan's lips. "It is good you have someone to love. There is no way off this planet. The field that drew us in is still there, and will prevent your escape. The war that took us into space is over so far as we are concerned. There are Slan on this planet, as well, and we leave them alone and they leave us alone. They are victims as much as we are." Heinrich's other hand had never left Ivan's cock, and Ivan wouldn't let go until he did. "But, is there no escape at all?" "Perhaps the angels know. But they never tell us anything. You might join the Mad Commander, he's trying to make his escape. Most of us just accept this planet as it is, and try to enjoy ourselves." "True. Will you tell me where to find the angels?" "It is but a few blocks this way." Heinrich said, tugging Ivan by his cock. Their hands never left each other's limp puds still shiny with sperm. Other men were walking as they were. Hand to cock, they walked the street toward the angel's meeting place. "Where are the women?" Ivan asked after a time. "There are no women here." Heinrich said. "None at all? Where are they? Are they dead?" "No, not dead. The one way to escape this planet is to have women on board. The field lets you by. Only ships of men land here. Males, I should say, for there are samples here of every space-going race in the neighborhood. The angels are undoubtedly here by the same way. "But the children? How do you make children here?" "Cloning, of course. There is one plant that does it, and a temple here guards it. You want a boy child, which is all you can have, you go to the temple, and the priests allow you access to the plant. It is where I am going when I finish with you. I have been here a long time. It is time for me to have a child." "I suppose so." Ivan mused. A planet only of men, and clones for children. What a place to spend the rest of your life! "Here's the place." Heinrich said as they approached a platform nearly a story tall. "You climb up there where the others are with their things. Most people are here to trade. When the angels fly overhead, you hold out what you're selling. If they're interested, they'll land. And that's all I know, I haven't traded with them." "You've been a big help." Ivan said, squeezing Heinrich's cock. "Good luck with your new son." "Thank you." Heinrich said, returning the squeeze, and releasing Ivan's cock. "I wonder what kind of world he will have, that is all. Still, the Indians have been here for over a century, and they seem happy. Perhaps my son will be happy, as well." "True." Ivan didn't want to let go of Heinrich's cock, which was firming up again. But Heinrich seemed busy, so Ivan gave it a final friendly pounding for a few seconds, and let Heinrich go, his cock pointing the way. His own cock could have used the attention again. Perhaps the men on the platform would like to greet him? He clambered up the ladder to the top, and found one man to each square painted on the top, found an empty square and stood, looking up. Above him, three men, men with wings, like angels. But angels wore clothes, robes, and these men were nude as, as he was, with his cock still stiff from Heinrich's final ministrations. The men on the platform were holding their things high and shouting. Ivan waved his empty hands in the air as a substitute. The angels turned and headed for them. A long, swift dive, like hawks on prey. Men on the platform screamed and dove for the edge, leaving their possesions behind. Ivan stood looking at the actions in dismay. Was there danger? The angels were very close, and Ivan had only a few seconds to think. These angels, he needed to speak to them. They may even have David themselves. If so, they would take him to David. But they were obviously going to capture him. Wouldn't it make more sense to dive for safety and follow them on the ground instead? Ivan moved to dive to the edge. But he didn't have time. As he lowered his hands slightly preparatory to diving off, the angels were upon him, and two pairs of arms grabbed him by the wrists, lifting him bodily into the air. Ivan struggled for a time, trying to break free. One of the angels looked at him in exasperation. "We'll let you go now if you want us to. But I'd look down first." "Maybe we should let him go anyway." the other said. "Bet you a rin he'd live for a while afterwards." "I'd take that bet." the third said. Ivan looked down as they spoke. He was over a mile high now. "Don't let me go." he begged quickly. "I'll hold still." "I don't know." said the third angel. "We do have a bet going." So Ivan pleaded for them to keep him captive. It was his only hope. END OF CHAPTER 8 TO BE CONTINUED