PLANET OF DESIRE II
THE SPERM WARS
Chapter 19
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
"LOVER IN THE DARK"
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm using some odd names in this chapter. I offer phonetic sounds in parentheses after them for your aid, but no promises I got them right!.]
Ivan looked at the dark brown egg while Sergeant Piermont fucked his ass, hardly feeling it when the big Marine pumped his ass full of jism. Before him, in an odd soft-shelled egg, was his son. No, their son, his and Al's. This changes everything, he thought to himself. Everything!
The old man had been right. The Connobarans didn't contribute half the genetic information to their child, only a quarter! Every Connobaran child was half that of the Facilitator. Which meant that his sons were part of the Connobaran Army facing them, or being born in Connobar right now, along with a grandson! He'd never know them, never be able to identify them, but now--how could he war against his own children? This was worse than Civil War!
Al wiped his face and said, "Well, Ivan, what do we do now?"
"God if I know." Ivan admitted. "We've got to get our child to safety. Take him to David, Mikhail and Osgood at Marine village. But we have to carry on this war. The raid on the Facilitator's building and the crop is still our best bet for winning an honorable peace."
"I hope you're right." Al said as he picked up the fertilized egg, stood up. "You have to lead this war, so it falls to me to sneak back through the lines and get our son to safety. God, when will he--hatch? What will he need when he comes out? Do I crack the shell for him, or will he fight his way out like a chicken?"
"I don't know." Ivan said. "I don't know anything."
"And I thought the Tree was weird, having Osgood born all attached to my navel with his umbilical cord like he was! I used to be an innie, you know?" Al rubbed his protruding button at his navel, managed a smile. "So, on my way to Marine, I'll just capture a Connobaran and ask him what to do. I'm sure he'll be happy to answer my questions. I'd planned to go with you on the raid, but now..."
"You get our son to safety, through enemy lines." Ivan agreed. "That's courage enough for me to be proud of you." His family had been fractured by the war, divided into how many small pieces? Pavel with the guerillas, David and Mikhail and the children in Marine, Lukas in the raid on the northern egg facility, and Al now carrying their unborn son through a battle zone to dubious safety. Would he ever see any of them again?
"I want to start now." Al said. "If I can make it most of the way through the pass before light, I can hide in the bushes at our end of the pass to avoid any patrols."
So it was hail-and-farewell, Ivan thought to himself as he kissed his husband. Al gathered his belongings, nestled the egg into the top of his pack, and they embraced again, hampered by the pack. Al then vanished into the darkness, and Ivan had to fight back the tears.
"You'd better rest, sir." Sergeant Piermont said. "We head off in three more hours, sir."
"You're right." Ivan said. "I just hadn't planned to sleep alone, tonight."
"I'd be honored to sleep with you, sir." Piermont said. "If you want me to. Any of us would."
"Thanks, Sergeant, but I'll manage." Ivan said.
Ivan got into his sleeping bag, and tossed and turned for some time. Then, with clouds covering the night sky, in the last few dying embers of the fire, he just saw a massive male form crawl into the bag with him. He couldn't recognize the man, and not a word was spoken, just the physical body joining him, arms reaching around him, and the warm lips pressing against his own.
Somebody's made a mistake, Ivan realized. The bags were so close together, the darkness so complete, it was an easy mistake to make. What should he do?
The man reached for Ivan's hand and put it on his cock. Hard, firm, thick! Then the Marine grabbed Ivan's cock and stroked it fervently. Ivan grinned to himself. He wasn't going to say a word! This was too good to pass up. He stroked the hard cock. Lubrication in a tube was passed into his hand and he squirted some inside his hand, the gel dripping over his palm, but he smeared it on the hard cock of the anonymous Marine as well as he could.
The Marine grunted, as if surprised. "Okay, Perez, if you want it. But I'm surprised." he whispered.
Ivan kept his own voice very low. "I want it!" he said.
"Great!" the Marine hissed in his ear. "I've been wanting that tight Latino butt of yours for a long time."
"Well, now you got it." Ivan said back. "Come on, give it to me!"
The Marine grunted eagerly and rolled Ivan onto his back. Ivan wrapped his arms and legs around the Marine and felt lips find his own again, awkwardly, tracing a trail from his cheek where the lips initially landed to his own, and there locked on tight while a hairy paw fumbled, found his ass, guided the thick cock into it.
Ivan groaned with pleasure as the big man-tool slid into him. "Oh, that's great!" he said.
"Mm, Perez, you're not as big a virgin as you take on!" the man groaned.
"Am I that loose?" Ivan asked.
"No, you're nice and tight. But I expected a bit of a cherry."
"So shut up and fuck me!"
The Marine's response was immediate and fervid, he pumped Ivan's ass hard and fast. Ivan looked at the dark figure covering his own body. Which one was this? He thought he was fucking Perez. Corrigan? No, Corrigan had a wider face. Wilson? Not with this massive body! Probably Stanislaw, that big Pole with his wide body. Though it could be... Ivan laughed softly at his speculation. Did it really matter? He'd take any of these big Marines, so why not wait until morning and ask. He could hear himself. "Oh, excuse me, soldiers, but which one of you fucked my ass last night?" Ivan chuckled.
The Marine bucked their bodies, and Ivan ended the idle speculation. That last one really hit the button! "Ooh, do it again!"
The Marine bucked them again, and Ivan again felt the sharp stab at his prostate. "Oh, yeah, like that! Like that!"
The Marine managed a rhythm, though it cost him heavily, he panted, groaned.
"Jesus, whoever's grunting out there, shut up and let me sleep!" complained some Marine.
"Yeah!" Perez said.
"Perez?" the Marine said as he suddenly stopped. "You're over there? Then who am I fucking?"
"Do you care right now?" Ivan asked.
"Captain? Oh, my God! I-I-I-I must have got t-t-t-turned around in the dark!" the big Marine stammered!
"You never could find your way out of a box without a map, Carver." Perez said.
"Keep fucking, Private." Ivan snapped. "A good Marine never leaves a job half-finished! Come on, fuck me!"
"Yes, sir!" and the Marine took to his bucking stride again.
"Oh, oh!" Ivan groaned.
"Yes, sir! Yes! Yes!"
"Oh, oh, OH! AAAAAHHH!" Ivan shot his wad, a diminished flow to his amazement. The mist was definitely less on the mountain.
"Yes, YES, YES, UUUGGHH!" Hot jism pumped into his ass. Private Carver had no such problem!
Carver finished and lay across Ivan, panting, and Ivan stroked him gently. "Good soldier." he said.
"Can we get some sleep now? Please?" the other Marine groaned.
"Yeah!" Perez said.
"I'll go now, sir." Carver said. "Sorry for waking you."
"Don't be foolish, Private." Ivan said. "Lie down and sleep right here. I've got room."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Carver's big arms reached around him. Ivan found comfort in the surrogate embrace, and went to sleep.
Later, in the still darkness of early morning, he was awakened by Piermont. "Thirty minutes before we go, sir." Piermont said. Then, "Carver, what the hell are you doing in the Captain's bag?"
"I'm sorry, sir. In the dark, I got the wrong bag." Carver stuttered and said. "I thought I was crawling in with Perez."
Ivan smiled. "I found I didn't mind the company after all. Come up with a rotating system for the men to bunk with me, if you would, Sergeant. Voluntary, of course. I find I sleep better with a bedmate."
"Yes, sir."
Ivan rose, found for the first time in many years that his body didn't beg for release. A light wind was blowing the mist away from them. "All right, men, let's move out. Enjoy the next few hours, it'll be the last time your cocks leave you alone for a long, long time."
"You keep saying that like it's a good thing!" Boyle complained and they all laughed.
Gathering their packs, they took off. Theirs was the largest group, and Ivan was glad that they were moving in the quiet pre-dawn hours. Intermittent starlight and various lights from the town and houses around were bright enough to allow movement down the pass, and as they reached the foot of the pass, they skirted to the left and walked through fields for a long distance before circling around. They found a dirt road and, as the first light of dawn touched the town, they were approaching it from a southerly direction, just a group of hikers on a long trip from the lower valley. Ivan, looking back, could see a small village near the ocean and decided that if they were asked where they had come from, he'd just turn and point.
He stopped their group a short distance from the city. "Men we need to find a place to hole up until dark. Pair up and don't look at any of these men like you're interested. Connobarans make love differently enough from us that you don't dare fraternize. We are a group of happily married men on a trip to the big city. Behave like it. Sergeant Piermont, you're with me. Hold my hand and look like you're in love with me."
"Yes, sir."
"And all of you, drop the sirs. Call me Ivan if you need my attention. Piermont, what's your first name?"
"I don't use my first name, sir, Ivan. It's an odd one."
"Odd names are common in Connobar, if you see what I mean. They don't use last names, so everyone has to have a different first name." Ivan said. "It'll help the disguise."
"Yes, Ivan. My name is Pierrot (Pee-row)."
There were chuckles from the men. "It'd be better if you all came up with a really unusual name for each other." Ivan said. "We got another half hour before we enter the town. Come up with them if you have a common first name, and don't spring it as a surprise, no matter how much fun it'd be. Get the chuckles out of the way ahead of time."
"Theophilus." Corrigan said to Wilson. "Theo for short, honey-bunch."
Wilson rose to the challenge. "Then you'll be Aloysius (Al-yoo-wish-us)."
"You'll wish-us you hadn't done that." Corrigan said in mock challenge.
"Cholmedy (Chumley)." Perez said to Carver.
"Ethelred. Ethel for short." Carver shot back.
Ivan laughed. "Have your fun, but get used to the names and be ready to answer to them. I'm worried enough about using Ivan, but I'll take the chance. There are a lot of first names in the universe."
Ivan led them through the town in the increasing urgency of the mist. He got them to the Facilitator's building, and saw the crowds as heavy as ever. He'd expected, with the invading army in his valley draining off eager fathers-to-be, to find a lesser crowd at the building, but that apparently wasn't the case.
"We'd better find a quiet place to wait out the time." Ivan said to Piermont. "They have parks where you go to suck and fuck. Except that the Connobarans don't move about when having sex, so I'm worried about using it."
"I'll pass the word, Ivan." Piermont said. "We'll use the park, and just work on being talented about the sex."
Ivan had to agree it was safest that way. They found the park and Ivan used gestures to get his men to spread out, rather than be clumped in one place. Crowds were light this early in the day, and they were the only men in the park at that moment.
"Time to get down and suck without bobbing our heads, Pierrot." he said.
"Yes, Ivan." Piermont said. "I think you won't be disappointed.
"I'd offer a fuck, but I don't see how that would work." Ivan said. "You couldn't move a muscle. At least with our mouths, we can sort of suck and work our tongues."
"My feelings, exactly."
"Let's get to it." Ivan had to admit that the mist's return drove him to new heights of horniness. He found the park to be spotted here and there with mattress-like pads, not very soft, but better than dry ground. He hadn't noticed them in his last trip to Connobar, but with the crowds, it wasn't surprising. This park had been a crush of man-flesh that day. He and Piermont lay down on it and Ivan fished Piermont's fly open. He had felt this cock in his ass more than once, but hadn't had a chance to look at and appreciate it yet.
Thick, long, and succulent! Clean skinned, pale colored, uncut, it looked like nothing more or less than an off-color banana. The foreskin was huge, almost an inch of it towered over the cockhead. No wonder he could take this cock with so little trouble, with this smoothing the way!
He pulled at the cock and it skinned back for him. He wondered if the cockhead would reveal itself, but apparently the foreskin had been stretched out, for it popped out with no problem, only a tiny tug at the widest section. Ivan reached over and licked at the big organ, sucking and wetting it. It'd be hard not to bob on this wonderful, loving monster! He took it in his mouth and concentrated on working it around, using his tongue to move it in his mouth.
Piermont was doing the same with his and doing something Ivan hadn't thought possible. He had wrapped his tongue around Ivan's cock, holding it with the tongue's sides, and using the back-and-forth motion of his tongue to work Ivan's cock! It wasn't quite a hand-job or a blow- job, but in the heightened senses of the mist, he found it wonderful. Too bad this Sergeant would never be able to keep that up! Enjoy it while you can, Ivan, he told himself.
He tried it on Piermont, who groaned, but Ivan's tongue quickly put the quietus to the idea. He resumed sucking and manipulating the pink organ with his lips, carefully working it without moving his head. Other men had entered the park and Ivan could see between Piermont's legs that two Connobaran soldiers had chosen to share their mattress. He saw the gray uniforms and the heads engulfing each other's cocks, holding still save for the writhing joy of the talented throats. He remembered how great that fluttering movement of the throat felt on his cock and wished he had taken time to train himself a little more in the technique.
He took Piermont's cock all the way down and held onto it, managed a quick vibration. Piermont groaned and Ivan felt the hot wad blast into his throat. Good job, Sergeant, he thought while he gulped the salty, thick load of Marine jism. Piermont moved his lips in a milking motion, like a baby sucking at its mother's breast, and Ivan's cock was manipulated just enough to let him reach, straining, a slow orgasm. It built, and built, and built, and Ivan groaned as it finally reached the breaking point, to let him shoot his load into Piermont, warm and slow with no urgency to the squirts, just a flow from his body into Piermont's mouth.
He lay still, and they lay together. Ivan kept Piermont's cock in his mouth and sucked it hard again. Good thing about the mist, he thought. A man could keep this up all day. And they needed to.
They did take breaks during the afternoon, eating from their backpacks openly once they saw that others were doing likewise. Ivan munched a tabo-root, a native plant much like a potato in flavor, only softer textured and quite acceptable eaten raw, while his thigh was used as a pillow by a Connobaran who was being fucked by his lover. Ivan smiled as he watched the young faces, so much in love, as they held stock-still, but obviously in passion, stroked the sweaty face as he gasped, groaned, and shot his load into the air. It landed on Ivan's tabo-root, big wads of pearl-colored jism.
"Sorry, sir." the man said. "I got carried away."
"Quite all right." Ivan said. "I was just thinking this could use some salt." And he munched down on the piece of the fruit with the wad on it, and the young Connobaran laughed. Ivan worried that this would make them buddies and cause him to spend time prevaricating, but the lovers had an appointment, and got up and moved away.
Ivan looked about, he and Piermont had no close neighbors at the moment. "What do you think of this place, Pierrot?"
"Nice people, on the whole." Piermont admitted. "First thing you learn in war, is that the enemy isn't really all that bad."
"Think about it. The grunkel that took care of you came to this valley and to that building over there." Ivan pointed to the Facilitator's building. "There, the sperm he carried was used to start a new child. That was long enough that the egg is now somewhere in this valley. You have a son somewhere around this valley, Piermont, or will some day soon. And I have a grown son probably in that army in our valley."
There was crowd moving. "I wonder what's going on?" Piermont said.
"Let go find out." Ivan said. "No reason not to look. We're tourists, here."
He and Piermont made it to the crowd and they pushed their way through. Soldiers marched in with--yes, prisoners. Some of the Marines they'd left back at the mouth of the pass.
"Who are those?" Ivan said when he saw Piermont about to speak out.
A man near him turned. "A group of Facilitators. About time they started bringing them in to us. The Council promised that lines would no longer exist in Connnobar after the invasion."
"That's good!" Ivan said quickly, putting his hand into Piermont's and squeezing.
Then he was glad he had someone to hold onto. One of the prisoners was not in a Marine uniform. Dark hair, deep-tanned-color skin, strong body.
The Connobarans had captured Pavel.
END OF CHAPTER 19