A Convenience for the Traveler A "Planet of Desire" Story By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM Robert Thompson moved along the jungle path in what he hoped was the direction of the next village. The Hindu were nice people, but they just weren't what he had in mind for a home of his own. The Marines had been a confining life in many ways, and he just couldn't see sticking to a strictly vegetarian diet to keep his neighbors happy. The native man he'd met (and fucked repeatedly) last night had been understanding at his unhappiness over the breakfast of a porridge-like food) and pointed him along a path he said led to a village of "light-skinned people". Robert just hoped they were either white men or something he could live with. Soul food was out of the question, but at least it might be American food or European food. Robert flexed his massive muscles. It felt good to walk around wearing just his cut-off fatigues, no backpack or gun in hand. The Marines had really filled out his body, turning him from a rather angular-looking skinny man into a full-fledged powerhouse of muscle. Everyone in his old neighborhood had gawked when he went in on leave. And the white dudes had been equally impressed. "My Gawd!" old John Carter had said. "Midnight at noon!" He was really dark-skinned for an American black man of many generations; the result of remixing by his grandparents with native Africans. He undoubtedly bore the "taint of the whitewash brush", but you'd never guess it to look at him, he'd seen native Africans lighter skinned than he! And his deep bass voice. When his voice had changed, it had dropped down into the basement. Maw had insisted he join the church choir, just to give them his resounding bass voice in the female-dominated group. He'd not been very religious, but he enjoyed singing, and enjoyed it still. Seeing how he was alone at the moment, he broke into an old spiritual that dated back to the days of slavery. He finished the song, and sighed. It was out of place on this planet. He was getting powerful horny and needed to find someone to fuck pretty quick or it would be jerk-off city for him. A native Hindu trader came jogging along the jungle path. All right, right on time! He smiled, knowing that in his black face the man would see an ivory gleam of his strong teeth. A good-looking enough guy, with the Hindi regular features and evenly bronze skin, but his body wasn't very muscled, more the fluid grace and lines of a dancer. And the easy smile of his people. Robert fished his cock out of his cutoffs and went over to give the man the native version of shaking hands. Which was to reach into that loosely-wrapped loincloth and grab the hard prong inside. The native man was quick to grab Robert's long cock, and seemed to enjoy running his hands over the ten-inch schlong when it firmed up under his ministrations. Robert sighed; it felt good like this! Those natives had the right idea; this was a way to get your rocks off without slowing down for a long fuck session. Get your jollies and move on down the line! "Where are you going?" the native asked him. "On to the next village." Robert gasped into his ear. It had been an hour; he was ready to shoot his wad again. "I hear they're friendly." Robert shifted his hand to where his thumb and forefinger were topmost on the shaft, rather than the underhand jerk he had started with. "Friendly if you don't break their laws." the man cautioned. "Ah, like that, like that!" The native man had sped up his hand on Robert's cock, managing to both give him speed and to run his hand all the way up and down Robert's long shaft. Robert shuddered under the power of the jerking he was receiving. "What do they do to lawbreakers?" he choked out. "You'll see. There's a hut over the next ridge. Ah, ah, ah!" The man's cock vibrated as he shot his come-load into the air, isolated round globs of it landing on Robert's flailing forearm. The man sagged to his knees, and from that vantage, managed a slow stroke until, catching his breath, he grabbed Robert's cock in both hands and proceeded to give the big, black ex-Marine a double-handed handjob that left him gasping. "I'm going to come!" Robert warned the man, who was right in the path of his cockhead's slimy slit. "Shoot it! All over me!" the native man begged, and Robert choked, wavered, and ejaculated, spraying the man with a huge load of hot jism. It hit the man in his face, on his chest, on his thighs below the loincloth, literally covering the man with polka-dots of pearly-white jism. The man smiled as Robert gasped, his cock spent, dropped into a limp mass in his hands. The man ended by wiping Robert's cockhead on his ample chest, then kissed the last spot of white come from off the top of it. "That was wonderful." he said. "You were terrific." Robert returned. "I hope we meet again. I will perhaps make my home in the next village. If they aren't too dangerous?" he asked of the man. "No, they are not dangerous. But stop in the hut of punishment first. Then make an effort to learn their laws." The man stood up, the splotches of Robert's come like so many rhinestones glistening on his body. "Can I clean you off?" Robert offered. "No. I am told that this makes the skin more supple, keeps it younger longer. I hope to find out. Thank you for supplying today's treatment." The man began to massage Robert's come into his skin. Robert grinned. "Any time, dude." And he continued on his way. The "next ridge" was not as close as Robert had thought, it was two hours later before he topped it and saw below him a small clearing dotted with thatched houses, like something out of a history of Africa. Not far from him he saw a single, isolated house. It must be the "hut of punishment". Robert wondered what it was like inside, and determined to find out. If too onerous, he would make a wide circle and see where the next path led instead. He walked up to the hut and saw that it was open at one end. Across from it was a small guardpost, and here two men, both white men, one black-haired, smooth skinned and lithe as a whippet, while the other had light-brown hair and a hairier, muscled body, whiled away their time with each other. To be specific, the black-haired man watched their charges while the other gave him a blow-job. Guards, Robert guessed, of course they would have to be put on post in pairs. But in the hut were two young fellows, both appearing to be in their late teens. They were shackled to the beds by a single chain to one foot, nude, and both of them looked up at him--hopefully? "Welcome, traveler." they said, not together, but within the same instant. "We are here for your convenience." "Why are you here?" Robert asked them kindly. He could guess at the "convenience" they offered. "Tell them." the guard warned. One of them wet his lips. He was blond-haired, blue- eyes, but well built for his age. The other was almost as light, though his hair was sandy brown rather than blond. His eyes were dark brown, though. The blond guy spoke. "I am Dieter Henlenberg, and this is Tak Vanderpelt." He lifted his head in pride. "Our great-grandfathers were of the original Council of Eighteen." He said that like it meant something, though it meant nothing to Robert. Robert nodded gravely. "An honorable ancestry, I'm sure. But why are you here?" He gestured to the ground. "We are here for your convenience." was Tak's reply. Dieter blushed furiously. "It's really quite simple." he continued. "We were only out looking for fun. Our fathers expect us to return to the Temple of Children one day and act important all the time. So when we arrived here, we didn't see any harm in having some fun." The story came out slowly. It translated into simple vandalism, hijinks, and the sort of thing teenagers had been doing to the world for ages. "This village has sentenced us to spend our days here until we have accumulated fifty points." Dieter gestured to the wall. On it were their names, and beneath it, signatures and numbers. "When we reach that number, we may leave." "And how do you accumulate points?" Robert asked, fondling his crotch. He knew the answer. "Come and take us, sir, and do as you will." Dieter said. "We are forbidden to mention the actual scoring until you are done." Robert unzipped his fatigues and pulled them down. The two boys gasped when they saw what his cutoffs had been hiding. "Guards, please!" Tak called out. "We want extra points for this one!" The guards laughed and came up, looked at Robert's long schlong. "Well, I would say that if they can handle this, they deserve extra points." One said. The other laughed and nodded. "Double score, I'd say. That's one mean fucker." "Double it is." Both youths sat up, now intrigued. "Please, sir." Dieter said. "Would you fuck me?" "And then fuck me?" Tak chipped in. "And maybe spend the night after, and do it again?" Dieter concluded. There was undoubtedly hope in their faces. Robert grinned; his cock rose up into a long scimitar shape in front of him. "I can stay here a little while, I suppose." He admitted. "Me first!" Tak called out. "No, me!" "Me!" "Now, now, fellows." Robert laughed. "There's plenty to go around." He regarded the two, shrugged, and dug into his pocket. As a good-luck piece, he carried an ancient American penny, sealed inside a plastic disc. It flipped well enough, and he did just that. "Heads, it's Dieter, tails, it's Tak." He caught the coin, slapped it on his wrist, and then peered under it. "Heads." Tak groaned in disappointment. Dieter practically slavered as he said, "Come over here and let me lube it up a little, first." His chest heaved as he regarded the long schlong. Dieter opened his mouth like a hangar and Robert guided his cock towards like as if it were a spaceship coming in for docking. The warmth of Dieter's mouth was a moist welcome for his cock and Robert slid it down almost without sticking for half its length. But Dieter ran out of saliva at that point, and his throat didn't adjust very well. Dieter gagged, and Robert withdrew. "No, again." Dieter panted. He smacked his lips and sucked at his cheeks, obviously building up a supply of saliva, and Robert guided his cock into the oral cavity once again. This time Dieter held onto it, and slathered it with his tongue, drooling copiously onto the long black cock, the warm dance of the tongue's tip driving Robert into a frenzy. Dieter dove onto the big pud again, this time milking it hard and fast, and Robert gulped, lifted back his head, groaned in appreciation. Dieter wasn't that skilled, but he was very eager, and that eagerness was doing the trick. Robert felt a hand brush his buttocks, looked over to see Tak caressing him. Tak's hands tickled the hairs of his ass crack, and Robert sighed, leaned over to let Tak go deeper. The warm, soft fingers touched his asshole and danced over it in an teasing stroke. Robert felt his orgasm building, and said, "No, stop!" He jerked away from both the boys. "You boys almost made me come too soon. I got a butt to plug." Dieter looked at Tak accusingly. "You tried that on purpose, didn't you, Tak?" Tak grinned, didn't deny it. Dieter started to say more, then turned back to Robert. He lay back on the bed, lifted his legs high with his hands around his ankles, until he was a teardrop-shape of fuckability. "Give it to me, nice and slow." Robert knelt onto the bed, and fed his cock into Dieter's ass. His long cock buckled, then firmed, and Robert pressed into Dieter, his mushroom-shaped cockhead leading the way, followed by his long shaft. He pushed maybe six inches into Dieter before Dieter gasped, his ass clenched in pain. Robert was used to people not being able to take all of it. He stopped at this point and began to fuck Dieter gently. "Guards!" Tak called. "Dieter's not taking it all!" Dieter's response was a muffled curse, and he reached up for Robert's ass, grabbed his buttocks in both hands, and pulled down hard. Robert felt the young butt giving way as his last four inches slid in until his balls were slapping against the stretched-wide butthole. "He's in, now." Dieter gasped. "Just give me a moment." "I say he has to take the fuck now." Tak called. "No time to rest." "Damn, Tak, whose side are you on?" Dieter demanded. "I'm taking it all, aren't I?" "He sure is." Robert said. He felt a sort of gurgle inside Dieter's bowels, and a release of the tight pressure. He then began to pump himself in and out of Dieter's ass, not withdrawing more than an inch or so, just sort of plugging him deep inside. "If this kid wants double points, I say he has to take it all each time." one of the guard's voices pontificated. "Give him long strokes, if you please, traveler." "Do as they say." Dieter whispered, and Robert pulled out until only his cockhead was in the tight young ass, then he plunged in until his balls made an audible slap on the buttocks. Out. In. Out. In. Dieter groaned, and his movements turned from pain-filled to hungry; Dieter clutched at him and his lips sought out Robert's own. Robert kissed him, and was startled to find Dieter promptly putting on a suction that pulled his tongue out of his mouth and into Dieter's, where Dieter sucked on it like a cock. Robert felt wet lips caress his ass, and would have looked back to see who (Tak? One of the guards?), but he didn't much care. The tongue was dancing inside his asshole, probing it with a moist jab that added to his pleasure, and he jerked, groaned, shot his load into Dieter's ass with a power that he could feel caused it to spurt out onto the sheets and over his balls and Dieter's ass. Dieter gasped, and Robert felt the wet slime hit him in splats that felt like heavy rainfall. That dancing wet tongue dove for the sperm, and lapped at his balls hungrily, sucking them dry. Robert pulled out of Dieter's ass, rolled over to lay on the bed, and let Tak (for it was Tak) lap at his stomach and chest where Dieter's come had landed. Tak then shifted to Dieter, who seemed reluctant to let Tak perform this service. Dieter acquiesced, and when Tak was done and returned to his own bed, looked at the guards. "Well?" he asked. "Twelve points." the guards said. "Twelve?" Dieter seemed outraged. "Tak gets two points for cleaning up."

Dieter looked angrily at Tak. "I should have known better." he snarled. "Damn it, man, how did I ever let you talk me into coming along on this joyride?" Tak smirked, a crooked smile on his face. "You're loving every minute of it, man. You always claimed the Temple was too boring. You can't say you're bored now, can you?" "Bored in a different way." Dieter said feelingly, as he massaged his ravaged butt. "I want to watch your face when this big schlong dives into you." "Speaking of which, traveler, how soon will you be ready for me?" Tak asked. Robert laughed. "Give me a minute or two. In the meantime, I could use a little more tongue service on my cock. It's a little sore from that last fucking." Two mouths dove onto his schlong in response. Robert sighed as the teenaged mouths slid up and down his prong, looked lazily at the scoreboard, added the numbers in his head. Dieter, with the twelve points he had just gained, stood nearly free at forty-five points. Tak, still needing the fuck he would get from Robert, but gaining two points already, stood at thirty-seven. He petted the two heads of hair and enjoyed the submissive cleaning he was getting, loving sucks that were giving his ever-ready pud a real rise. Tak and Dieter slid their lips back and forth over Robert's cock until it stood at rigid attention. Then Tak grabbed it, began to lube the cockhead and shoving Dieter away. "It's my turn." he informed Dieter. "Fair enough." Dieter agreed and Robert found himself being tugged by his cock over to Tak's bed. Tak slobbered over Robert's cock with a hasty eagerness, and Robert found that stimulating as hell. This kid wanted to get fucked right away. "Okay, stud." Tak gasped for breath when he was done. "I want that whole mother-fucker in me. And don't let Dieter anywhere near you." Dieter howled in protest, but Robert laughed as he climbed aboard this new kid and began to worm his long schlong inside. Most asses he took always had to do some adjusting, but this kid was one hot property; every time Robert hit an obstacle or snag, Tak would grimace, clutch and move, and Robert would find his way unimpeded once again. He found his whole cock imbedded in Tak's ass in no time. It was a short time later before he was fucking the adolescent ass full throttle, holding the kid ass up in the air, his hands wrapped around Tak's body and using his toes to dig into the bed's mattress, fucked down into Tak's lithe body like that. But the bed was slippery. Robert finally shifted all the way out of bed (dragging that tight butt still attached to his cock along with him) until he stood on the dirt floor with Tak's upper body on the bed and from the waist down being held in mid-air. By Tak holding on with his feet and Robert leaning way over to let Tak hold him in his arms as well, Robert was able to fuck him hard and fast once again. Then Robert felt a cock worming its way into his ass. Already slicked up, he found, and it wasn't a huge monster like some he had taken, he was able to draw it in with no trouble at all. And he was being fucked by whoever the hell it was behind him. The two guards were on the other side of the bed, watching the show, their cocks flailing under each other's hands as they enjoyed the double fuck. Robert felt smooth hands grip his waist, Dieter feeling for purchase, in order to fuck him hard and fast. Robert was the dark filling in this white-boy sandwich, a place he loved to be. He fucked Tak's butt while fucking himself on Dieter's cock; his withdrawal imbedded Dieter's cock inside him, his plunge into Tak's ass withdrew the teenage cock from his butt. It took him longer, but the added stimulus helped, and Robert soon was panting with lust, his eyes glazed, his groans gained volume, and he was pumping a slightly diminished load into Tak's muscular butt. Tak seemed to be waiting for this, he clenched his butt muscles as Robert orgasmed, and increased Robert's pleasure. Robert clenched his own butt, and Dieter soon as shooting his wad into Robert's ass while Robert felt Tak's load soaking his stomach once again. The two guards' loads flew onto the trio and splattered them all indiscriminately. "Damn you, Dieter." Tak gasped. "You had to steal my points, man?" Robert writhed from between the two and they were face- to-face, and mad as hell at each other. "Why not!" Dieter said. "If you hadn't grabbed that two points, I probably would have been free by then!" "The hell you would have been. It was two lousy points. What did your little fuck cost me?" Robert asked the guards. "How about it? What's the score on this one?" "Tak gets fourteen points, and Dieter four." The black- haired guard said. Robert did the math in his head. "Then they are tied at forty-nine, forty-nine." "That's right." the brown-haired guard said. "Terrific!" Dieter grimaced. "One lousy point each. And just how are we supposed to earn a single point?" Suddenly, both boys looked hopefully at Robert. "Don't look at me!" Robert made pushing-away motions with his hands. "I'm all fucked out, and I need to get into the village. It's suppertime." "Aw, come on." Tak pleaded with the guards. "Can't we earn one point somehow? I'd like to get out of this place before the sun goes down." The guards looked at each other. "Well, now, I'd say that if one of you fucks the other, that'd be worth a point apiece." "Yeah, but who fucks who?" Dieter wanted to know. "That's up to you fellows." And the guards laughed. Robert laughed himself as he left the tableau behind. The two teenagers were hopping mad at each other. Who was going to be the bottom for who? It may well be another traveler would happen along before that argument ended. The voices faded as he walked along. "No way are you fucking me, man!" "Why the hell not? It was your idea to come to this shithole of a village in the first place!" "So that entitles YOU to fuck ME! I don't think so!" "Well, then, why should YOU fuck ME!" "I'm a better fuck...." "...in your father's eyes!" "...my dead body..." "...arrange that..." "....what army?" "...fucker..." "..............." THE END