Shit! The whole planet was one enormous jungle! No oceans he could see, but lakes, rivers, pools and puddles blanketed the whole planet, and what wasn’t plant-covered water was plant-covered land. No choice for it, he hovered briefly in order to clear a small area for his ship to land, then set it down. The landing fins sank worriesomely deep into the mud, but they hit solid rock a few feet down (without the blast, he might have sunk even deeper!) and settled only slightly canted, perhaps ten degrees from level. Good enough, you don’t go out to other worlds if you insist on level tables and his bed would roll his sleeping form toward the wall instead of the empty floor as he slumbered.

At least it wasn’t raining right now, though the look of those clouds didn’t guarantee that condition was anything more than a brief respite on this world. You shouldn’t go to Venus if you insisted on staying dry. Dash stepped out onto the soil of Venus and said his now-standard first words, “I come from Earth, and I come in peace. Let these first steps be the path which all Mankind can follow!”

Only the miscellaneous sounds of innumerable unidentified small animals and insects answered those majestic words. Ah, well, you can’t have everything! “I should have waited until I got outside the blast zone before making my grand pronouncement.” he muttered to himself.

Ah, well, time to scope out the place. Every planet so far had (or had had, those poor, extinct Phobians came to mine) intelligent life, he just had to hook up with them.

He got less than a hundred feet into the jungle when he noticed what was going on. “Shit, my space suit is falling to fucking pieces on me!” he blurted out when he noticed. The edges of the holes were turning blue, then purple, then black and falling off of him in a very fine ash. The fog was enough to dampen everything and that must be all this, this...call it Purple Mold...to get the munchies. Thank God the Purple Mold didn’t like the taste of his hair or skin (that could have been nasty) and his boots, belt and weapons were non-organic material. He could press on, naked but unharmed save for a mild embarrassment when he encountered the natives, and dig through his wardrobe aboard ship for something that would cover his body and not disintegrate outdoors.

After fifteen minutes, he was brushing the last remnants of his jockstrap from his waist (save for a small bundle of elastic threads that insisted on remaining behind, gripping his middle valiantly but uselessly underneath his belt; he left them there, he might need them to hold his loincloth when he got back to the ship) and ready to face the natives with his cock waggling proud and free. “At least I can say, ‘I have nothing to hide!’ to them!” he smirked to himself.

And that was when he met them. Three natives. They burst through the bushes to one side and confronted him. Except for having greenish-colored skin marked with the fine semi-circles of scales (not big ones like a fish, but the nearly-integrated ones like lizards have), they were a fair equivalent to human men. Hunky, muscled, large men, nakeder than Dash as they didn’t even wear boots or belts, and each was sporting a rather large, prominent erection.

They burbled and gibbered at him, in what he assumed to be their language. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand you.” Dash said as they approached him. Any closer, and those dongs would be slapping his own burgeoning pud. It had been a half day since his last jerk-off, and those had been wearing thin after three weeks, he was now confronted with three studly Venusians all sporting hard-ons, his own organ was quick to shout out, “Hey, yeah, me too, guys, let’s party, woo-hoo!”

The three Venusians reached out for him. Dash found himself simultaneously snatched and fondled, he was quickly down on the ground (on a bed of moss-like growth, not mud, thank God) and all three of them were atop him, one somewhat to each side and the third right in the middle and lower down. Dash felt three hard puds, one on his left palm, the second on his right wrist, and the third upon his inner thigh, but not for long, because the third Venusian’s hands grabbed his legs and hoisted them upwards and Dash knew that these three didn’t plan on celebrating his arrival by a rousing game of tiddly-winks!

“Hey, hey, now!” Dash protested as two pairs of lips kissed him from both side, and two pairs of hands were busy on him, holding him down as he would squirm, and change that to caressing him as he stopped squirming, only to fasten on him again if he tried to worm free.

Those dongs on either side were busy in their own right, the Venusians were hunching back and forth. But that third one was the one that worried Dash most.

But the Venusian on top of him down there turned out to have a prick that was self-lubricating, for the tube that found and poked at his anus turned out to be all slippery and slimy, so it hit his pucker, the Venusian shoved with his hips, and Dash was full of hot Venusian prick! He did what he always did when so impaled, he moaned and quit fighting it. It just felt so damned good!

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