PLANET OF DESIRE II
                          THE SPERM WARS

                           Chapter Two
                        "Rite of Passage"

David then heard crying and ran back to the house, where, on a floor mat in
one corner of the living room, his baby Gregory was wailing.  Next to him,
Lukas' baby Pieter was cooing and gurgling, oblivious for a change to the
sounds of his cribmate.  They usually cried in stereo (David and Lukas had
chosen to have their second children together so they were both mere months
old), so that it became a guessing game as to which child needed help and
which one was merely complaining about the noise.

David picked up his son, winced at the odor, and said, "You, young man, are
ready for a change and a bottle."

"I'll get the bottle." Ivan said and went to the kitchen, happy to avoid
David for a time.  He found the bottle, one adapted from a container that
once held beer, topped with a rubber glove's finger with a hole punched in
it and filled it with milk from the bucket on the cabinet, stirred in the
mixture of herbs (the milk came from a local cow-like animal, and needed
the supplement) and heated it over a low flame.  Lukas came in, a short,
rotund but muscular ex- Marine like Al, dark brown in color (he was South
African Negro in ancestry) and said, "How is Pavel?"

"Sleeping now." Ivan said.

"Al raised the party flag early this morning." Lukas said.  "We'd better
get started on the dinner."  The farms communicated by signal towers,
raising flags above the jungle canopy and climbing the tower a few times
each day to read and pass signals back or along if necessary.

"We'll make it a buffet.  People will be too busy sucking and fucking to
care that much."

"True." Lukas said.  "So, tell me, who has Pavel chosen for his first
lover?  Have you sent for him?"

"Don't have to." Ivan said, in a tone that Lukas recognized meaning Ivan
didn't want to talk.

"Oh.  I'll start peeling potatoes."  Lukas said.

"Who did Pavel choose?" David was in the doorway, cuddling Greg in one arm
and Pieter in the other.

Ivan couldn't put it off any longer.  "Me."

"Are you okay with that, Ivan?"  When Ivan didn't answer, David went on. "I
know you have been squirming every time the subject of sex with our sons
has come up.  Pavel trusts you to be gentle about it.  Or does he fear the
pain of the first time?"

"No, I've explained all that to him." Ivan said.

"But you'd rather he have chosen someone else."

"It's his right." Ivan said stiffly.  "Lukas, do we have any pears left?  I
think we have time for me to make a cobbler if I hurry."

Ivan had never told anyone of his experience in the Cavern of Souls.  The
red mist there, with its visions more real than life, you only fought
yourself free of it by logic.  But Ivan had fled the vision more out of
fear than logic; for his had been that he was a child again, and his father
had raped him.

Now he was to climb into his son's bed and shove his cock up his son's ass.
At his son's request!  How could he do it?  Mist be damned, this was his
own child!

Their guests began arriving near sundown.  All available mattresses had
been placed on the living room floor, and the babies had been well-fed just
before and placed in a back room under the care of James, with Osgood and
Mikhail given strict instructions to help him and not cause trouble.
Fortin was practically foaming at the mouth at his first chance for a real
orgy.  Ivan felt sorry for the boy, good-natured and kind, but with a face
and body only a father could love.  Lukas was teaching him how to combat
the pudginess the way he had, but it hadn't happened yet, so Fortin had
been rather shortchanged ever since his passage to adulthood.  He spent
every possible hour outside of his chores lingering by the roadway, hoping
for the times when a solitary stranger, overcome by his desire, would reach
for him rather than masturbate all alone.  Tonight, though, he could count
on the passions of the others to blind them to the chubby black kid joining
in on the fun.

Ivan wouldn't be participating much, though.  He would be taking his son to
a back bedroom, there to shove his cock up Pavel's young ass.  He had been
avoiding all sexual stimulation since the afternoon, he would need all his
passion to help him through this.

First to arrive were Vidkun Swenson and his half-wild mate whose real name
Ivan had finally learned was Kyle Ingersohl but because of his jungle
antics was known to one and all by the inevitable nickname of "Tarzan."
They lived in a cavern half up a nearby mountain, ever since Vid had
presided over the break-up of the Marine unit on an island near the coast
and changed it to a thriving village.  Then came Heinrich Roos, a big
German man with his lover Jason Demetriou, and their housemates, the
Coomaraswamy twins, Jaya and Chandra, who were clone-brothers as well as
lovers, born only a few months apart.  There was Edgar Bolton, from the
Temple of Children, here to officiate at the coming-of-age ceremony.
Several men from Marine, the village once the Marine base, and Grahr, the
Slan who had been Ivan's first lover, bringing a cousin-like relative of
his who had been on a later Slan ship which had also crashed, Krorth.

All of them got food, talked and ate.  There was a great deal of grab-dick
and stroking and even a bit of cock sucking, but all of these men had known
that they needed a respite from sex for a short time and had, before
entering the house, stopped for a quickie outdoors.  Ivan, who had avoided
sex for hours now, felt very agitated watching the men as they groped each
other, but he kept carefully apart from them and their antics, save for a
brief greeting (a stroking of his cock that nearly drove him up the wall).

Pavel had been wakened nearly an hour before and showered and cleaned up,
and now that the men had all arrived (with no clocks, they had reverted to
a more ancient time-telling device, the consensus of thought of a group
that seems almost subconsiously to arise in any primitive culture.  He
walked into the room wearing a white robe a bit big around and short for
him (Lukas had made it for Fortin's own ceremony no long before), tied with
a white rope.

Bolton stood up with Pavel entered the room.  It was a brief ceremony,
hurried like so much on this planet.  "Pavel the son of Ivan Paskov has
this day become a man.  The grunkel, blessed be the creature, has ushered
him through his first day, and now follows the first night.  Pavel Paskov,
are you ready now to become a man of this world, to treat all other men
honorably, to care for their needs as well as your own?"

"I will." Pavel said.

"To show that commitment, it has been set forth by our ancestors that you
give yourself to another man this night, in the full sight of this
congregation, so that all may see that you will share yourself with your
fellow man in this time of need so long as it shall last."  Bolton raised
his arms.  "Let the chosen of Pavel Paskov step forward.

Ivan stepped up and there was a bit of a rustle among the men.  Bolton was
unperturbed.  Ivan, your son has chosen you to teach him the ways of
sharing his body.  Are you ready to teach him gently and with all due
care?"

"I will." Ivan said.

"Let it be done."

Pavel lifted the robe, which had a large slit down the front, freed his
arms and let it slide down his body to the floor.  Ivan removed his own
loincloth (he hated wearing them but on this day it was part of the
ritual), and Pavel lay down on the mattress they had set aside from the
others for this purpose.  Ivan felt all eyes on him as he lay down across
his son's body, and kissed him gently, first on the lips, then on the ears
and neck.

"P-pa, I'm scared." Pav whispered in his ear.

"I'll be as gentle as I can, son." Ivan whispered back.  "There is pain at
first, but it won't last long."  To help his son he began to stroke Pav's
body, caressing his arms and chest, kiss- nibbling his neck and shoulders.
Pavel stroked Ivan's back and sides in response and Ivan felt a shudder go
through his body.  Too much time without sex.  What was he thinking, to
delay so long.  Gently, he kept telling himself, gently, fight it, fight
it.  A hand Ivan knew was Al's reached between his legs to lube his cock
with oil.  Pavel shuddered and Ivan knew that Al was using his other hand
to gently probe at his anus.  Al had filled in for Ivan (who could not
perform the duty being that he had been chosen) in the bathing of Pavel and
the gentle packing of Pavel's anus with oil to help lubricate him.  Now he
was adding a little more, and Ivan felt Pavel's cock, now the size of
Ivan's own, throbbing against his stomach.

"Now, P-pa, now!" Pavel said, and there was an approving murmur from the
watchers who had moved to encircle them closely.

Ivan felt Al's hand guide his cock into his son's ass and was relieved to
find it relaxed and puckering, almost sucking his cock in with each pulse.
He pushed, and as Pavel tightened his grip, stopped.  Only the head of his
cock had entered his son's puckerhole yet.

"Rest a bit, son." Ivan gritted between his teeth.  It took all his energy
to prevent him from plowing the rest of the way in by force.  "Get used to
it.  Get used to it."

Pavel's lips sought out his and Ivan kissed him hard, holding him tight and
his cock perforce slid in a little deeper.  Ivan felt Al applying more lube
to the juncture of his cock and Pavel's ass and Pavel gave a twitch and his
ass relaxed more.  Ivan pushed in gently, and the head of his cock came to
the inner sphincter.  "Only a little more, son, only a little more." he
said.

"It hurts, P-pa." Pavel said.

"Shall I stop?" Ivan said.  "Say the word and we'll end this all right here
and now."

"No, don't stop.  Just wait, please!" Pavel said.

Ivan held still though his cock pulsed in annoyance at the delay.  Around
him his guests were stroking each other, and Kyle had pushed Vid over and
was shoving his cock up Vid's well-trained ass.  Ivan saw Vid's face, soft
with pleasure.  "Hang in there, Ivan." Vid said.  "He'll be able to handle
it."

"Quiet." Bolton commanded.  "This is a time of quiet reflection."  The fact
that he said this with dignity while pounding Jaya's and Chandra's cocks
while they stroked his in a perfect unison of motion made Ivan chuckle.  He
looked at his son and Pavel was smiling as well.

It was like looking into a mirror, only the reflection was himself fifteen
years ago.  Pavel's muscles were developing well under Ivan's tutelage, and
he remembered how he had felt those many years ago, the joy of being young
and driven with an almost palpable hunger to experience sex, yet fearful of
it at the same time.

It was as though this communicated itself from father to son and back
again, and Pavel suddenly relaxed into Ivan's arms entirely, and Ivan found
the inner sphincter opening for him.  There was a brief sour smell as Ivan
pushed the rest of his way into his son's body and Pavel shuddered.

"That's all of it, son." Ivan said.  "Good boy!"

"Fuck me, P-pa!" Pavel begged.  "Fuck me!"

Ivan forced his body into gentle strokes, but the difficult part of Pavel's
adaptation was over.  Ivan sped up his fucking and Pavel began to buck in
unison with his father's thrusts, until they were soon moving as fast as
their bodies would let them.

"Oh, Pavel, my son, my own little boy." Ivan said in Pavel's ear, softly,
so he wouldn't embarrass his son.

"Oh, Daddy!" Pavel sobbed in return, a moist noise in Ivan's ear.  "Daddy,
your dick feels so good inside me.  I never let anyone else fuck me, not
when I was playing around before, not ever.  I was saving it for you.  I
always knew that you were the one I wanted to fuck me.  It's all yours,
Daddy, all yours."

"Thank you, baby." Ivan said.  "Such a wonderful gift.  Such a wonderful
son I have."

He wondered why he had ever been hesitant about doing this.

"Oh, P-pa, I'm going to come." Pavel said.  "It feels so wonderful now."

Ivan felt Pavel's body begin to twitch and knew his son's orgasm was
building.  He speeded up his thrusts, his own climax approaching, and Pavel
tightened, gave an incredibly loud howl of passion, and Ivan felt Pavel's
sperm hitting his chest in heavy streamers of stickiness, and he knew he
had brought his son to this orgasm, and the gift of his son's body to him
combined with the pleasure of the warm, tight asshole and Ivan moaned,
spasmed and shot his load deep into Pavel's waiting ass.

That was the cue his watching crowd had been waiting for.  All those who
had been fighting back their own ejaculation now vented it, and Ivan found
himself in the center of a barrage of come.  Some loads merely dribbled
down the cocks of the man who shot it, but more, turned on by the sight of
Ivan taking his son's cherry, blasted with all the fury of a cannon.  He
felt come-wads strike him on his legs and back, and one (it must have been
Bolton's or one of the Coomaraswamy brothers) struck him right in the crown
of his head.

The ritual was over now, and a regular orgy ensued.  Ivan rested his body
next to his son's and watched as Fortin took advantage of the opportunity
and had sandwiched himself between two Latino ex-Marines, fucking one while
the other fucked him, in a sandwich of dark man-meat.  Heinrich had managed
to grab hold of David and David was fitting Heinrich's sharply up-curving
cock into his mouth as well as he could.  Lukas had Jason Demetriou, a
pale- skinned black-haired man, lifted into his arms and was fucking the
athletic, agile Greek in mid- air.  Tully "Monster" Brown had Vid and
Tarzan working his cock at the same time, pushing their mouths together on
either side and working it back and forth.  Ivan remembered taking that
huge cock into his ass during a particularly violent episode and had had to
be sutured back together again inside afterwards.  Four other ex-Marines
were all in a pile, engaged in the attempt to simultaneously suck off both
the Slan, and their four-part cocks.  They seemed to be succeeding.

Al was standing where he had been, stroking his cock.  "Aren't you going to
join in the fun?"

"I came when you two did." Al admitted.  "Got a dirty look from the good
priest, too." Ivan looked over and saw Bolton sandwiched between the
Coomaraswamy brothers, one sixty- nining with him while the other fucked
his ass.

"Well, he's not watching now." Ivan said.  "Want to fuck me?"  Pavel
whispered in his ear and Ivan grinned.  "Better yet, get over here and
we'll both suck on you for a while."

Al grinned and said, "W'all, thank ye kahndly, suhs, don' mahnd if Ah do."

Pavel grabbed Al's cock before Ivan could reach it and slurped hungrily on
it.  He may not have let any of the other children fuck him in any way, but
he had definitely been practicing his oral skills before this day.  Al was
squirming in no time.

"Hey, give it here for a moment, son." Ivan said.  "Don't hog all the fun."

Al enjoyed this, father and son fighting over his cock.  He really was a
dominant sort at heart, Ivan knew, but big-hearted and willing to play
submissive whenever Ivan felt a little too dominated.  So he played his
good-old-Southern-boy lover for all it was worth, sharing Al's cock with
Pavel, but letting the big man have the joy of knowing his cock was being
hungered after by both Ivan and his son.  Before long, Ivan felt the cock
grow hot and said, "Son, you want a taste of Al's jism?  It tastes real
good.  I want some, too, but I'll share it with you."

"You take it, Dad." Pavel said.  "Then I'll lick off the rest."

So Ivan gulped down Al's cock and Al promptly hit orgasm.  Ivan caught the
heavy flow in his mouth and as Al finished, Ivan leaned over, letting it
slide off his tongue and into his son's open mouth.  Al watched wide-eyed
as they shared his come like this.

"P-pa!  P-pa!" Mikhail shouted from beyond the doorway.

"What is it?" Ivan called back.

"It's James.  He's twitching just like Pavel did this morning!"

"Oh, dear God!" Ivan sighed.  David's son was in the throes of puberty.
And no grunkel in the pen.

What were they going to do?

END OF CHAPTER TWO