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Direct sequel to "Chip & the Jelly."
Other episodes could intervene.
Lex was just getting comfortable again, sprawled on the ground a few meters from the marsh's edge, when he heard laughter. The sturdy mechanic sat up, yawned, then rose to his feet and looked up slope, toward the camp.
There were six of them -- six young studs scampering down the hill, weaving and dodging in a running game of tag -- then slowing to a sedate walk as they caught sight of Lex and Marcos.
"Has it started already?" asked Lex, glancing at his watch. "Or are you . . . ?"
"No, not yet," said one of the six, a tall blond. "Least, it hadn't when we left. We took off early." He gestured at his companions -- by their uniforms, a couple of apprentices from maintenance, a junior programmer, and two young men from Zo”logy. "We're not too early, are we?"
Lex shook his head.
"And the -- thing -- that's gonna eat us?" asked another.
Lex hitched his thumb back over his bare shoulder. "Back in there, where the ground's good and wet. It's working on three guys already, so . . ."
Marcos stood beside Lex now, his left arm around Lex's shoulders. The youths glanced from one naked man to the other, and a third one asked, "Do we go in with clothes on, or should we be -- you know -- naked, like you two?"
"Doesn't matter," Marcos explained. "As long as you're not wearing imperv boots like ours, all you gotta do is to step into the stuff, and it'll take you, whether you're in uniform, or naked, or in between. Whatever you studs like."
"Just -- we just stand in it?" asked the tall blond.
"You can kneel in it, or sit in it, or even lie down in the stuff -- but if you make it start at your feet, you'll have more time before -- before you go under."
The six conferred for a moment. One asked, "The other guys -- how did they -- ?"
Marcos patted his rigid shaft. "Hans and Steven stripped, and then Hans put some on the tip of his prong, and it went to work on him. Then Steven touched his own prong-tip to Hans's, and the stuff began eating him too. By the time Chip got here, there was enough of the stuff that all he had to do was step in it."
The six exchanged glances, then ripped off their clothes. Naked, they stacked their uniforms in a neat pile, then turned to face Lex and Marcos.
"My turn," Lex said to Marcos. "You took . . ." He saw that the youths all had hard-ons. "You studs want to fool around a bit before you . . . ?"
One shook his head. "We're kinda worn out. This morning, we got together and -- you know."
"You studs look ready enough to go another round or two, but . . . ," said Lex.
The six grinned at each other. "While it's -- eating us?" asked the tall blond. "Sounds great; let's blast."
"Okay -- follow me," said Lex. He turned and strolled into the marsh, with six naked young men following him.
After a short walk through the trees, Lex saw Chip, Hans, and Steven. He came closer, and saw a glistening circle of jelly- plasm now surrounded the three men it was eating. Lex looked back at the youths and said, "Almost there. Stay behind me till I find the edge. It's spread out a lot since . . ."
One youth asked, "Is that a hole they're standing in or has it already -- I mean -- you know . . ."
Lex glanced at the three victims: Chip stood calf-deep in the jelly; Steven and blond Hans, hip-deep. Steven was sucking Chip's prong; Hans looked up and caught sight the newcomers.
"Hi, guys," Hans said. "Want to help us feed it?"
"Sure," said a youth. "How deep is that stuff, or has it . . . ?"
Chip looked back over at his shoulder and at the youth. "It's pretty shallow; anything of us you don't see, it's already eaten. This big puddle is how much it's grown so far."
Steven released Chip's shaft, licked his lips, and explained: "Started with one drop of the stuff." He turned back to Chip's shaft, but Hans was already sucking it. "Hey! It's still my fucking turn!"
Hans pulled back. "Sorry. Didn't want to let it get cold."
Chip grinned and said, "These two are hungrier than the stuff that's eating us."
"Yeah?" said Steven, as he released Chip's shaft again. "And how the fuck many times have you come since we started, anyway?"
Lex glanced at the youths; some watched Steven engulf Chip's glans again; the rest were cautiously looking for the edge of the deadly jelly. One asked Lex, "All it takes is for our feet to touch it?"
Lex nodded. "You could lie down with just your feet touching, and let it take you that way."
The tall blond sat down on the soft ground about a meter from the jelly's edge, leaned back on his elbows, staightened his legs, and carefully lowered them. Lex saw bare heels touch the glistening surface, saw the jelly-plasm start taking another victim.
The blond youth lay back slowly, his stomach muscle a taut ripple. He squirmed, tried to raise his feet, then relaxed with a sigh. "Hey, gang; this is kind of fun. Come on; try it."
One by one, the others lay down beside the blond; one by one, the jelly began eating them too.
By now, Chip was breathing hard, muscles tensing, hips steadily pumping. "Suck me," he gasped, "come on, suck!" Chip went rigid, hands clutching Steven's head. Steven swallowed, sucked again; Chip relaxed slowly with a long sigh. After a moment, Steven released Chip's shaft and leaned back.
Hans reached for Chip's still-hard shaft. "Think you can shoot another load?"
Chip looked down for a moment, watching where he -- and Hans and Steven -- were slowly dissolving into the plasm. "Sure -- let's go." As Hans took Chip's shaft to the hilt, the naked pilot winked at Lex and said, "And if I do run dry, I think these studs are hungry enough to finish off my prong and my balls with their teeth."
Hans pulled back, looked up. "You serious?"
"Let's -- let's just see what happens," said Chip.
Lex looked down at the six youths. "You studs all set?" The tall blond youth waved with his left hand, while his right groped for the shaft of the youth lying alongside. Chip and Steven waved too; Hans kept on sucking. "Okay -- see ya later." Lex said, turned, and ambled back toward the edge of the swamp, and Marcos.