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Hans pulled a glass bottle from his uniform jacket and held it up for the other three men to see. He felt a little shiver run up his spine, suppressed it, and said, "Here it is."
"Is that all?" asked Marcos, glancing at his partner, Lex.
"Be enough," said Steven.
Hans was standing in the middle of a small marsh, surrounded by fern-trees. Beyond the trees, the ground sloped up to the Expedition's Base camp. He moved a pace closer to Steven, feeling the mud shift under his booted feet. Inside the bottle, Hans saw a glistening blob, no more than a centimeter in diameter, trying to climb the glass sides.
"Were gonna bring more," Steven explained, shrugging thick shoulders out of his jacket and tossing it to one side. "Studs collecting the stuff had problems. But after it gets started on Hans and me, there'll be enough of the stuff to take the next guy who comes along." Hans saw Steven's prong snap erect as he opened his trousers. Steven kicked off boots and trousers, finished stripping, and straightened up, one hand rubbing his thick, hard pectorals, the other gripping his testicles. "Now, let's give it some live meat to work on."
"Yeah," said Hans, "and we got plenty of that right here." He patted his own broad chest and glanced down at the bottle, where the blob had given up trying to escape. "We collected a whole bucket of the stuff, but that was more than we needed. Lots more, to tell the truth of it.
"We flew out to collect the stuff yesterday: four of us from the Zo”logy lab; a couple of Space Marines; and Chip, the pilot. The Marines stripped as soon as they boarded, so the rest of us did too, including Chip." The big blond paused, remembering the flyer filled with naked bodies, then went on. "Chip brought the 'copter down on a hill next to a swamp west of here. We all put on imperv boots and waded right on in.
"Finding the stuff was easy. Alan -- one of the Marines -- scooped up a whole bucketful, and we hiked back to the flyer. But then, when the stuff climbed out of the bucket when we weren't looking--"
"I thought you said you were wearing imperv boots, like ours," said Lex.
"We were. And by then, all of us were . . ." Hans touched his own rigid prong. ". . . good and hard. The two Marines with us had been telling us some of the things they do when they're away from Base -- besides trying to get themselves eaten, that is. Anyway, back at the flyer, Jim -- a stud from the lab -- hung real long and thick -- kind of dared Alan -- an Marine -- to let im fuck Alan right in front of everybody else. Alan took the dare, put down the bucket, and stretched out on his back next to the bucket. Jim climbed aboard and went to work . . ." Hans passed the bottle to Marcos. "Hold this while I strip, will ya?"
Marcos took the bottle; Hans continued the story: "Jim was making the fuck last -- slowing every time he got close -- you know the trick. Then Alan said something funny was happening to his back, and then we realized that the stuff had climbed out of the bucket and now it was eating Alan, butt-first.
"Well, Jim said he wasn't about to quit now and kept right on fucking. By the time he shot his load, the stuff was so far into Alan that it had reached Jim's glans, and it started to eat him too."
"We scooped up some into the bucket, but Chip said he wasn't about to take off if there was a chance that the stuff'd get loose on the way. Being eaten alive while he was trying to fly the 'copter was more than he could handle. So I grabbed a couple of these little specimen bottles, and Sergio used a syringe to put a drop into each one."
Hans tossed aside the last of his uniform, stretched his muscles in a lazy yawn, and rubbed his rigid shaft. "Then we checked to see if that was enough get it started again."
Lex asked, "See -- how?"
"Like this." Hans took the bottle from Marcos. "You and Lex wanta strip now? Toss your clothes on ours, and the stuff'll eat them when it eats ours."
Hans saw Marcos and Lex glance at each other. They pulled off their uniforms and piled them atop Steven's and Hans's, then stood up, naked but for their imperv boots.
"Now we're too naked, somehow," said Marcos, rubbing his rigid prong. "We ought to look more like we're here to show people where to get eaten and less like we're gonna let the jelly-stuff eat us too."
"Maybe put on our caps?" asked Lex, stooping to retrieve his own and tossing Marcos's to him.
"Belts," Steven suggested.
Marcos and Lex cinched black leather around their bare waists. Hans said, "You two sure look nakeder, somehow."
"I certainly feel nakeder," said Marcos, and chuckled. "But now we look officially naked.
Hans unscrewed the bottle's cap. "A good-sized puddle can eat right through 'most anything 'cept glass or imperv; goes through ordin'ry boots faster'n you can pull 'em off." He held the bottle in his right hand, rubbed his broad chest with his left, and felt a touch of dampness there. "But with this little bit here, it's real easy to handle -- see?" He poured the blob onto the palm of his left hand; the glistening plasm flattened itself against his skin for a moment, then sphered itself again.
"There's not enough here to eat through ordinary skin," Hans explained, easing the blob back into the bottle. "Benjy tried it like this, but nothing happened to him, either. Jim's the one who figured out how to get it started."
"Jim?" asked Marcos. "But . . ."
"He came up with the answer while the stuff was eating him and Alan. It's `where,' not `how,' " Hans said. "Nick's prong was good and hard -- we'd all gotten erection shots before we started out -- and he volunteered to check it out -- like this." The naked blond gripped the base of his own rigid shaft with his left hand. He licked his lips, swallowed hard, felt his muscles tense as he carefully upended the bottle over the tip of his shaft. The glob hesitated for a second, then fell onto his broad glans. Hans tossed the bottle aside. The glistening sphere sat on his glans for a moment, then gradually melted into his velvety skin.
"And there it goes," Hans sighed, slowly relaxing as tingling warmth spread over -- and into -- the head of his shaft. All four men bent close to watch. "It's eating me now, nice and slow." Hans thrust his hips forward and watched a glistening film slowly cover his glans until it seemed to be a polished ruby. And as the plasm took him, gentle warmth spread into and along his prong.
"Your cock-tip," said Lex. "It's . . ."
". . . turning into jelly-plasm?" asked Hans, then nodded. "Yeah. It's working on down my prong, heading for my balls -- and the rest of me." He looked up from the jelly that was eating him alive, turned to Steven, and asked, "Ready?"
Hans saw Steven nod, watched him rub his own broad chest, then slide his left hand down his muscle-plated torso to grip the base of his own stiff prong. Steven moved a pace closer to Hans, and another. He put his right hand on Hans's left shoulder, then gingerly touched Hans's glans with his own.
After a moment, Hans asked, "Feel anything yet?"
"Can't tell," said Steven. "No -- something's happening now. Real weird feeling; turning me on, somehow."
"Yeah, it's eating you okay; your prong-tip's getting shiny like mine," said Hans.
"Try pulling," suggested Lex. "If it's started on both of you, then . . ."
"Might as well," said Steven, and with both his hands on the blond's shoulders, pushed hard. The two glandes seemed to be welded together, and Hans felt the tension all the way down into the base of his shaft.
"Real fucking good grip on me now," Steven growled, relaxing the tension from their shafts. "Feels tight enough to pull my spike out by the roots before it'd let go."
Hans chuckled, then asked, "Want to try?"
"Nope." Steven dropped his hands from Hans's shoulders. "If I wanted to pull my spike the fuck out by the roots, I'd be back at Base Camp, pulling my fucking spike out by the roots instead of standing the fuck here in this fucking swamp." He put his arms around Hans, and the two naked men embraced, rammed their stiff shafts at each other, tip to tip, until Hans felt something nose into the base of his own shaft.
"This feels weird," said Hans. "Real weird."
"Weird doesn't cover it," Steven growled, releasing his grip and leaning back. "Looks like you just swallowed my cock. Feels like it, too!"
"Swallowed?" Hans bent for a closer look. "Hey! I did!" He saw that a cylinder of plasm now enveloped Steven's prong; inside that layer, Steven's glans now touched the roots of Hans's own prong. "When we pushed, I felt you shove your prong right on into mine . . ."
". . . and now yours is eating mine!"
"Yeah?" said Hans. "How's it feel, anyway?"
Steven stared down at the glistening plasm that encased his prong. "I'm feeling the stuff take me, and it's turning me the fuck on, the same way you said it turned Jim on." He started a slow stroke with his hips, thrusting, pulling back, and thrusting again.
"You're a horny buck," chuckled Hans, meeting Steven thrust for thrust. "Getting in one last round before -- hey! It does look like I'm eating your prong, and watching you get eaten is turning me on too!"
The two men slowly fucked for a dozen strokes more. Hans watched Steve's prong slide in deeper with every thrust.
Hans gasped aloud and went rigid. Steven thrust again -- again -- and froze. The two naked man stood motionless, chest to chest.
The big blond felt Steven's pubic hair crunch into Hans's own. At last they relaxed, leaned back, and looked down.
Lex asked, "Now what happened?"
"He went in -- all the way to the hilt," said Hans. "Then I came. Good and hard, too."
"So did I." Steven frowned, squirmed, and looked back over his shoulder.
"What's the matter?" asked Hans.
"Your fucking balls!"
"The stuff's eating them. So?" Hans rubbed his lean belly.
"Feels like your balls just started eating mine, where you're touching me," Steven growled.
Hans said, "Hey, Marcos; see if you can tell what's going on down there."
"Sure." Marcos knelt behind Steven, who spread his legs and looked back again.
"Don't touch anything down there," Lex warned. "Just look."
"I'll be careful," said Marcos. After a moment, he stood up, moved to Hans's right side, and put his hand on Hans's bare shoulder.
"Well?" asked Steven.
"That's it, okay," Marcos reported. "Remember how Hans's prong got all shiny? Well, his balls got shiny too, and now the shine is spreading over Steven's balls too. How they feel?"
Steven said, "Not all that bad. Kind of tingling and warm, all the way up into my guts." He patted Marcos on the back. "Oughta try it, stud; sure beats getting 'em roasted or ground up or --"
"-- or pulled out by the roots?" Hans said, with a chuckle. "Hey, speaking of roots, the thing's in pretty deep now. We better sit down before our legs quit on us."
"Okay," said Steven. "Try pulling what's left of our shafts apart -- that's it -- real slow -- there."
As Hans's and Steven's hips separated, Hans saw that their crotches were now linked by a taut, half-meter-long cylinder of plasm. The big blond put his right arm around Steven's shoulders; Steven put his left arm around Hans's. Side by side, they knelt, then sat back on their heels.
"All set?" asked Lex. "Are you . . . ?"
"Yeah," said Hans. "See where the stuff that used to be our prongs is beginning to eat into our thighs? With so much meat to work on, it'll slow down some, the way it did when it was eating Nick and Benjy."
"Benjy?" asked Lex. "But I thought you said . . ."
"Nick got it started by putting some on his prong-tip, just the way I did. Then Benjy touched his prong to Nick's, to see if it would take him too; and it started taking Benjy, just the way this one ate Steven's prong."
"Well," said Marcos, "now that you studs got it eating you okay, we'll get back to the edge of the marsh. People will be coming pretty soon; we'll take turns, bringing 'em; see ya soon." He squeezed Hans's right shoulder, patted Steven's back. "Come on, Lex; let's go." Marcos and Lex squelched away across the soggy ground while Hans looked down and watched the plasm convert his and Steven's muscular legs and hips into a slowly widening circle of glistening jelly that was eating them alive.
THE END