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