Copyright (C) 2000 by Felix Lance Falkon; you may save or make paper copies for your own use; do not post, repost, publish, or archive elsewhere without the author's express permission.
A chapter from HUNGRY PLANET, a work in progress; the setting is a planet whose people have chosen some -- ah -- interesting ways to keep from over-populating their world. A visiting Space Patrol spaceship has landed, and its crew have scattered out on the planet to explore native customs. Here's one of them:
Naked but for his hiking boots, Jake felt a shiver run up his back, but his cock was rock-hard and throbbing as he watched Virk, the blond succubus, kneel at Jake's feet. Jake slid his right hand slowly across his own muscle-plated chest and gently squeezed Virk's shoulder with his left. Virk looked up and met the naked Space Patrolman's anxious gaze. Jake nodded, then watched Virk lean closer and carefully lick Jake's prong.
After a moment, Virk pulled back and looked up again. ``Ready, stud?''
``You're really sure?'' asked Danny. ``Really really sure?''
Jake glanced at the circle of naked hikers around himself and Virk: Danny and wide-shouldered Lance, Space Patrolmen like Jake; red-haired Ben, a Space Marine; and six native youths -- Jake looked down -- including the blond succubus at Jake's feet.
``Yeah, I'm -- ready.'' Jake touched his stiff prong. ``The other guys sure liked feeding the rest of us after you turned them on, so: go ahead, fix me up.'' He put both hands on Virk's warm shoulders. ``Come on, kid; I'm all yours.''
Virk leaned forward, put out his tongue. From its tip, a pencil-thick tendril emerged. Jake watched it probe his glans, find the opening, and slide in.
Jake stood, scarcely breathing, as he felt the tendril slowly worm down his urethra, impaling his shaft from glans to hilt and sinking on into the base. A vague unease gripped him for a moment, then vanished under a surge of sexual hunger. He squirmed, gasped aloud, relaxed. ``I -- I think you hit -- something.'' Inside, as Virk's tendril probed deeper, Jake was suddenly full -- about to erupt -- then the sensation faded. A moment later: uneasiness, lusty hunger, fullness, and fade-out. Jake steadied himself, hands gripping Virk's shoulders. Again -- again -- Jake lost count -- again -- until suddenly, the tendril was pulling back and and out of Jake's shaft.
``That's -- that's it?'' Jake asked, as Virk licked Jake's glans again.
``Should be.'' Virk stood up. ``There was plenty to work on, down in the base of your prong. How's it feel?''
Jake looked down; his prong was drooping. ``Maybe it didn't -- I mean -- all I feel is a little tingle, inside, but--''
``Oh, I turned you on okay,'' Virk said, and licked his lips. He patted Jake's massive shoulder. ``Remember what happened when I turned on the other studs? Took a while before they really started flowing, but after that...''
Ben scratched his red hair. ``He'll be ready in time for lunch, then?''
Virk said, ``Just a light lunch, but he'll feed us snacks all afternoon. Time we've pitched camp, he'll be pumping cream as fast we can drink it.''
``Yeah?'' Jake grinned. He felt a comfortable warmth spreading through the roots of his shaft. His shaft was hardening again, he guessed partly from the effects of Virk's tendril, partly in anticipation of being sucked off, again and again, by these hungry hikers.
Virk stroked the muscular Space Patrolman's prong. ``See? You're stiffening up nicely, and inside...''
``Yeah?'' Jake wrapped his hands around Virk's and squeezed. ``Yeah, I can feel things getting -- ready.''
Danny asked, ``How long d'ya think he'll last, once we start sucking him off?''
``Well,'' said Jordy, a sturdy native youth, ``F' one, there's fewer of us b' now; and f' two, since he was the hungriest stud here--''
``Aw, come off it,'' Jake growled. ``I volunteered just so you guys'd quit kidding me about how much I got t' like the taste of ball-juice while we were working on the three guys we've drained and eaten already.'' He touched his glans, then squeezed the barrel of his shaft. ``And havin' orgasms that go on and on and on while you guys suck on my spike -- that's what I'm lookin' forward to.''
Virk chuckled, then said, ``He'll last for days. We'll get to Lake Angle, for sure. Great camp site there: swimming, rock climbing,...''
``Yeah.'' Jake rubbed the taut layers of muscle that sheathed his torso, remembering Trant, the slender native who volunteered to get turned on by Virk the second afternoon out. Jake had found the youth's glans a real mouthful, remembered he'd been afraid he'd choke or -- worse -- upchuck the first time he swallowed Trant's cream. Next morning, breakfast had been easier; by noon, Jake was sucking as hard as the others; and that night, Jake sucked a second helping out of Trant's shaft. Trant had fed the hikers semen and sperm for days until he finally ran dry, and the hikers roasted and ate him.
Jake patted his chest. ``And look how much meat you'll get after you do suck me dry...'' He remembered Garth, a solidly muscled native, who volunteered when the last of Trent's lean body was broiling over a campfire. Garth's shaft had been easier to suck than Trant's, and he'd lasted a day and a half longer. ``... and then cook me, the way we did the other guys.'' Jake remembered that Pete had been next, demanding a chance to show what Space Marines can do with their equipment. Pete's glans had been almost as big as Trant's, but Jake found it comfortable mouthful. Pete lasted as long as Garth, being sucked off; and there was more of the muscular Space Marine to eat when he finally ran dry.
Jordy said, ``Maybe roast you whole. Lumber mill at the lake has a man-sized oven.'' The sturdy young native met Jake's glance, licked his lips, then grinned and patted his own well- muscled chest.
``But no matter how the fuck long it takes us to drain Jake's balls and then eat the rest of him,'' said broad- shouldered Lance, ``we'll still need somebody else to feed us on the next leg of this hike, so--''
Jordy interrupted: ``I'll do it.''
``Hey!'' Lance yelped. ``I was going to--''
``You can volunteer after I've fed you studs,'' Jordy said.
``Well -- okay,'' said Lance. Jake saw the broad-shouldered Space Patrolman's frown widen into a smile. `` 'Specially since you'll feed me first.''
``Yeah,'' Jake chuckled, putting his right arm around Lance's shoulders, his left around Jordy's, ``but first, I get to watch all you guys work on me.'' Jake glanced down; his shaft was iron-hard now. ``And right now...'' Down in the roots of that hard shaft, pressure was building -- and building fast. ``Hey -- somebody -- quick!''
Both Jordy and Lance dropped to their knees; Virk was quicker. Jake watched, then felt the blond succubus's mouth clamp onto Jake's shaft. Jake pumped a long jet of sperm into Virk, pullled back, turned, fed another to Lance, turned the other way, fed a third to Jordy.
Virk stood, licked his lips, and said, ``Studs don't usually go off this quick. By lunch time...''
``Got any more where that come from?'' asked Ben.
Jake concentrated on the base of his shaft, felt no insistent pressure now, but... ``No, but after we've got some distance under our feet, I'll be real ready.''
***
A bit before noon, Jake called a halt. ``Lunch. Ben? Help yourself.''
And as Jake stretched out on the moss-covered ground next to the trail, the naked, red-haired Space Marine knelt at Jake's side and asked, ``Want me to feed you a shot while you're feeding me?''
``Sure.'' Jake rolled on his side; Ben stretched himself out alongside. Jake guided Ben's stiffening prong into Jake's mouth while he felt Ben's mouth close onto Jake's prong. They sucked, sucked harder. Jake climaxed quickly, pumped out a half-dozen long, hard shots, then brought Ben to climax and drained his lighter load.
One by one, the rest of the hikers stretched out beside Jake, clamped hungry mouths on his prong while he took theirs. And one by one, Jake fed those hikers the promised light lunch. Virk, last in line, swallowed his share, then asked, ``How you doing, stud?''
Jake finished sucking Virk's sperm, pulled back, and sat up. ``Good -- real good. I was a bit of a struggle getting up that last few squirts, but -- but I can already feel myself getting ready again.'' He touched his shaft, bent it forward, let it snap erect again. ``And as for staying hard, that's no problem now.'' He scrambled to his feet. ``Let's hit the trail.''
***
A few hours later, Jake called out, ``Snack time! Just a quickie.'' This time, he fed a few quick squirts to each of the hikers as -- one by one -- they knelt at Jake's booted feet.
***
That night, Jake stretched out on a blanket while the other hikers took turns, setting up camp and sucking their dinners from Jake's still rigid prong while feeding him their more modest loads.