Date: Sun, 12 Dec 2010 01:58:03 -0500
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Dash Hogan and the Jungles of Venus"

		    DASH HOGAN AND THE JUNGLES OF VENUS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     Two months back on Earth. Two months of General Tolson yelling in his
ears. "What the hell did you think you were doing on Mars any fucking how?"
     At first, Dash had tried to defend himself. "Sir, I didn't have any
control over what the Martians did! They'd already built the genetic
collector, all I did was help them fine-tune it to Earthmen and even that I
didn't..." "Know about what they were doing until they'd finished fucking
him silly," was what he'd intended to finish saying, but the General never
let him get that far.
     "And that warning you sent us! How the hell were we supposed to take
that, anyhow?"
     "It was all they'd let me send you!"
     "Then that ray hit the Earth! Ye, Gods! My cock is still sore! I may
never fuck again, and it's all your fault!" That last part seemed to be the
most offensive part to the General, one reason that Dash had given up
trying to defend himself.
     The Martian ray had hit the Earth and every man on the planet had gone
into an instant orgasm. As their cocks shot out the jism, the Martian
genetic collector had scooped it up through some sort of interdimensional
mini-portal (Dash had been on Mars when it'd happened so he didn't know the
details very well and those who had experienced it had been otherwise
obviously occupied to make careful notes) and all that spunk had been
transported to Mars. The Martians didn't plan to repeat the experience any
time soon, so Dash really didn't see the big deal himself. "A man can shoot
one wad to save a planet can't he?" he'd said instead.
     "If the Martians had been the only curse you'd dumped on us,
maybe. But the Lunites had come to Earth at your invitation, and you'll
remember what they wanted from us?"
     Now that HAD been Dash's fault. "So you had to call on volunteers to
line up so the Moon Men could suck on their cocks. Did you have any
problems getting enough men for the job?" That was a jab at the General,
he'd learned through radio contact on his way back from Mars that the Moon
Men had been greeted by a crowd estimated at over a hundred thousand
enthusiastically eager volunteers. The orgy that had followed (for the Moon
Men hadn't minced words or actions but gotten right down to business of
sucking those volunteers off hungrily) had cemented a firm and VERY
friendly treaty between Earth and its sole companion planet.
     Still, the weeks back had been extremely grotty (the General had
retaliated by giving Dash the sort of duties about the base normally
reserved for discipline cases instead of a hero returning covered in
glory), so when the new trip had come up, he had boarded his ship (same
ship but with some modifications and upgrades installed) with a sense of
escaping an insane asylum.
     He'd been on his own for the three weeks of the trip to Venus, which
gave his stroking arm a very good workout and then it was time for him to
try to land on Venus.
     Those damned clouds. The planet was a maelstrom of clouds and thunder,
enough to make his instruments do a tap-dance. His ship had been outfitted
for this, though, he flipped on the infrared scanner and began to scout out
a landing point.
     Shit! The whole planet was one enormous jungle! No oceans he could
see, but lakes, rivers, pools and puddles blanketed the whole planet, and
what wasn't plant-covered water was plant-covered land. No choice for it,
he hovered briefly in order to clear a small area for his ship to land,
then set it down. The landing fins sank worriesomely deep into the mud, but
they hit solid rock a few feet down (without the blast, he might have sunk
even deeper!) and settled only slightly canted, perhaps ten degrees from
level. Good enough, you don't go out to other worlds if you insist on level
tables and his bed would roll his sleeping form toward the wall instead of
the empty floor as he slumbered.
     At least it wasn't raining right now, though the look of those clouds
didn't guarantee that condition was anything more than a brief respite on
this world. You shouldn't go to Venus if you insisted on staying dry. Dash
stepped out onto the soil of Venus and said his now-standard first words,
"I come from Earth, and I come in peace. Let these first steps be the path
which all Mankind can follow!"
     Only the miscellaneous sounds of innumerable unidentified small
animals and insects answered those majestic words. Ah, well, you can't have
everything! "I should have waited until I got outside the blast zone before
making my grand pronouncement." he muttered to himself.
     Ah, well, time to scope out the place. Every planet so far had (or had
had, those poor, extinct Phobians came to mine) intelligent life, he just
had to hook up with them.
     He got less than a hundred feet into the jungle when he noticed what
was going on. "Shit, my space suit is falling to fucking pieces on me!" he
blurted out when he noticed. The edges of the holes were turning blue, then
purple, then black and falling off of him in a very fine ash. The fog was
enough to dampen everything and that must be all this, this...call it
Purple Mold...to get the munchies. Thank God the Purple Mold didn't like
the taste of his hair or skin (that could have been nasty) and his boots,
belt and weapons were non-organic material. He could press on, naked but
unharmed save for a mild embarrassment when he encountered the natives, and
dig through his wardrobe aboard ship for something that would cover his
body and not disintegrate outdoors.
     After fifteen minutes, he was brushing the last remnants of his
jockstrap from his waist (save for a small bundle of elastic threads that
insisted on remaining behind, gripping his middle valiantly but uselessly
underneath his belt; he left them there, he might need them to hold his
loincloth when he got back to the ship) and ready to face the natives with
his cock waggling proud and free. "At least I can say, I have nothing to
hide!' to them!" he smirked to himself.
     And that was when he met them. Three natives. They burst through the
bushes to one side and confronted him. Except for having greenish-colored
skin marked with the fine semi-circles of scales (not big ones like a fish,
but the nearly-integrated ones like lizards have), they were a fair
equivalent to human men. Hunky, muscled, large men, nakeder than Dash as
they didn't even wear boots or belts, and each was sporting a rather large,
prominent erection.
     They burbled and gibbered at him, in what he assumed to be their
language. "I'm sorry, I don't understand you." Dash said as they approached
him. Any closer, and those dongs would be slapping his own burgeoning
pud. It had been a half day since his last jerk-off, and those had been
wearing thin after three weeks, he was now confronted with three studly
Venusians all sporting hard-ons, his own organ was quick to shout out,
"Hey, yeah, me, too, guys, let's party, woo-hoo!"
     The three Venusians reached out for him. Dash found himself
simultaneously snatched and fondled, he was quickly down on the ground (on
a bed of moss-like growth, not mud, thank God) and all three of them were
atop him, one somewhat to each side and the third right in the middle and
lower down. Dash felt three hard puds, one on his left palm, the second on
his right wrist, and the third upon his inner thigh, but not for long,
because the third Venusian's hands grabbed his legs and hoisted them
upwards and Dash knew that these three didn't plan on celebrating his
arrival by a rousing game of tiddly-winks!
     "Hey, hey, now!" Dash protested as two pairs of lips kissed him from
both side, and two pairs of hands were busy on him, holding him down as he
would squirm, and change that to caressing him as he stopped squirming,
only to fasten on him again if he tried to worm free.
     Those dongs on either side were busy in their own right, the Venusians
were hunching back and forth. But that third one was the one that worried
Dash most.
     But the Venusian on top of him down there turned out to have a prick
that was self-lubricating, for the tube that found and poked at his anus
turned out to be all slippery and slimy, so it hit his pucker, the Venusian
shoved with his hips, and Dash was full of hot Venusian prick! He did what
he always did when so impaled, he moaned and quit fighting it. It just felt
so damned good!
     His left hand clutched the prick that was rubbing it, the right one
had to shift a little but then he had a stiff (but unslippery) dong in each
hand while the one fucking him was hunching like he was in a race and it
was the final lap and he had to gun it if he was going to win, that is, he
was rabbit-fucking Dash's butt, hard and fast, ah, shit, that felt so
fucking great!
     Given the rapid hunching of the Venusian stud in him, Dash wasn't
surprised that he was barely out of the starting gate of sexual delight
when the stud moaned, shoved his dong in deep, and squirted a huge load
into Dash's butt. He was stuffed, turkey-like, with a hot load that felt
like a single, coherent packet of jizz inside him.
     The other two had been waiting for this, for as the third one finished
squirting and was still panting atop him, the one on his right shoved at
the third, knocking him off of (and out of) Dash and the right-hand
Venusian promptly took his place. The remaining one, feeling that Dash was
no longer resisting, let go and as Dash took one hard, slippery (no doubt
about it, these Venusians had self-lubricating dongs!) and long prod into
his ass, the third one, tired of waiting for his turn no doubt, clambered
onto Dash's chest and shoved his prick at Dash's mouth with an intent that
brooked no argument.
     Dash opened up and the dong rammed into him, all he had to do was hang
on (all he could do with the roughness of it) and he was being
double-stuffed, two horny pricks slipping in and out of him (Dash found the
flavor of the cock in his mouth somewhat juicy and nearly nutty-flavored,
with little or no salty taste to it) and that longer second dong was really
working his love-button!
     Dash moaned as the Venusian in his mouth unloaded, and the jizz that
came out landed on his tongue like a small sausage, it was definitely a
packet-load that these Venusian studs squirted out, and he felt it slide
down his throat like an oversized medicine capsule, and his senses lost it.
     He gulped that load past his lungs, then moaned and sprayed his jizz
hard onto the Venusian's back and the other one's stomach, for the
remaining Venusian was now reaching its own climax, and as Dash splashed
these two alien lovers with his Earth cream, he felt a second sperm-packet
added to his butt, he felt the new packet push the first one further inside
him.
     Finished, sated, his two Venusian lovers let go of him and settled
nearby. Dash panted, then rose up and said, "Well, that's not the welcome I
was expecting, but it wasn't half bad."
     The two Venusians only murmured, but the third, or rather, the first
one that had fucked him, said to him in English, "You are from Earth. I was
wondering about that."
     "Yeah, my spaceship is over there." Dash pointed. "My name is David
Hogan, but call me Dash." "David" had been his father's name and there had
been enough confusion about that in his teen years that he had pretty much
foregone his given name by his sixteenth year. Better "Dash" than "Junior"
as he was called at family gatherings.
     "We apologize for our mating with you." the Venusian said. "Your
presence was an unfortunate occurrence."
     "I wouldn't go that far." Dash grinned, as he played with the spunk on
his stomach, his own of course. "I felt pretty lucky there."
     The Venusian smiled, but ruefully. "You do not understand. We
Venusians live in the waters, we only come onto land when we come into
season."
     "You have mating seasons?"
     "Yes, we come into heat." the male said. "We come onto land to form
our bands and stake out our land for mating. Our females will arrive in
another ten-day, at which time they will seek us out as mates based upon
our attractiveness and the size of his group and the positioning of his
lands to the waters. The season has only just begun, we are among the first
to leave the waters."
     "So there will soon be more of you."
     "A great many more." the Venusian explained. "And a few, very few,
females that leave too soon."
     "So you mistook me for a female?"
     "You did not exude the pheromones we males give off to warn other
males away, and were of the right size and shape." the male said. "That is
all our sex-sodden brains needed to decide that you were a female available
for mating."
     "But after you fuck, you're all right."
     "We're all right." the male agreed. "For a short time."
     "A short time." Dash drunk that in, then gasped. "You mean...."
     "I'm afraid that you are in for a very bad time." the Venusian
said. "We will keep you here for mating. Others will join us, when they see
that we have a female available for mating. We will form a huge band, as
long as males can mate with you in their turn, they will join us. It takes
a few hours for a male to be ready to mate again. And when the band gets
large enough."
     "You're going to be fucking me non-stop." Dash saw a couple of new
Venusians creep out of the bushes and see them. "A lot of you, over and
over again."
     "For the next pair of ten-days." the Venusian agreed. "Females that
leave too soon are overwhelmed by the matings. I fear you may not survive."
     Dash was wondering about that, but he didn't have time to think about
it, only enough time to get up and onto all fours. He was then plugged with
a new pair of puds, one in each orifice, and it began again.
     And more noises told him the two new arrivals were about to have a lot
of company.
     * * * * *
     "About time you reported in." the General grumped when Dash crawled
back into his ship nearly three weeks later. "I figured I was rid of you at
last."
     "You nearly were." Dash said wearily. His ass ached like mad. "I
arrived just as the Venusians came into their mating season. And I was the
only available ass they had to fuck. I feel like my ass is a piece of
hamburger."
     The General (no doubt about it!) smirked. He felt Dash deserved every
last cock he'd had to take. "So why are you even alive after all that."
     Dash grunted and shrugged. "I guess there's a benefit to being an
oversexed love machine.  The Venusians all had well-slicked puds courtesy
of their own glands, and with my experienced ass on my side, I was taking
them all on. I varied and got rests now and then by sucking and jerking
them off, and they did let me rest at least part of each night. I would
push the spunk out of my ass between times and Venusian sperm was
nutritious enough to keep me alive that way. And no problem with water on
this planet, that's for sure. I think there were about seventy-five
Venusians in the band that had me as their sex toy, and they all fucked me
about a dozen times each."
     "So, Captain Hogan." the General said. "All the horny men in the world
can't wear you out."
     "Not in that short a time, anyway, though it was close." Dash
agreed. "I'm going to sack out for about twenty-four hours, then I'll go
talk to the Venusians. Now that their mating season is over, we can talk
about establishing trade relations with them. I learned enough these last
few weeks to know that they have an incredible pharmacological treasury
here, we are going to want to buy a lot of Venusian products."
     "So what do we have to trade?"
     "Well, sir." Dash smiled. "The Venusians are pretty advanced, but
their sexual seasons are too frequent for their extended lifespans. It
comes around every couple of months and they're getting horribly
overpopulated."
     "So what do they want from us?" The General demanded. "Condoms? Or
women?"
     Dash shook his head. "Not women, but males willing to perform as
passive sexual surrogates.  A lots of guys who can take a lot of hard cocks
up their ass and survive the experience. If you can get proper protection
procedures and gear into place before the season begins, you can put the
men on in shifts instead of a single unending session like I had. But let's
face it, if you want what the Venusians can provide, and you do, you're
going to need every horny gay man on Earth your corporations can sign up
for duty on Venus. And better concentrate on strong men, Venusians are
awful strong and a weak man couldn't stand up under the butt-pounding
they'll be getting."
     Dash grinned and said to the General's stupified face. "Just tell
everyone that Venus is just like the Marines; they're looking for a few
good men!"
     And he signed off after that. A quick bath, then bed. Next stop,
Mercury.

				  THE END
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