FARM PLANET ADVENTURES (1)
By Dolphin Dan
When I was 13 my father moved us to the planet Chalcedon II, which is a farming planet and which most people will tell you is the most boring place in the universe. It wasn't that way for me because of the sexual adventures I had there. This was more than 40 years ago now so I can talk about them, especially now that I live on a planet where homosexuality isn't outlawed (it wasn't on Chalcedon, at least not back then, but it wasn't openly talked about either).
Chalcedon was big and empty when we got there. I think the whole population of the place was less than 1,000 settlers at the time we came. We came on the second colony ship ever to visit the planet. My father was given about 20,000 acres but only about half of it was farmable. Our family owned a provisions store, one of only five on the whole planet when we started and that was our main business. We sold seed, fuel, horse supplies, some household goods, parts and tools to fix harvest drones, that sort of thing. My mom also ran a restaurant and a dog breeding business. You needed dogs on that planet. I had two older brothers, Todd who was 17 when we settled, Chase was 15, and two younger sisters, Tina, 12, and Mollie, 10. My sister Mollie died three years after we got there, but that's a very sad story and I won't tell it now. The men in our family did the farming chores, and the women ran the restaurant and took care of the animals. We worked so hard there was almost no time for recreation. I had a video game console and like two game cartridges and that was about it. Also because the planet was twice the size of Earth it had more gravity which meant everything weighed twice as much and you got tired twice as fast doing the same work. We kids had been born on a planet with high gravity so we were more used to it than the other settlers who came directly from Earth. But suffice it to say Chalcedon was an exhausting place to live and work.
The first action I got was from my oldest brother, Todd. He was tall, dark haired, handsome, and in pretty good shape from all the farm work. One day in the early spring (seasons lasted about six months apiece on that planet) we were baling hay in the barn, just the two of us, and he asked me point blank if I had started jacking off yet. I said yeah, but I lied a little and said I had only done it a few times when in fact I did it every chance I got. He picked up on the lie instantly and he even said it in so many words, "You're a liar, you do it every chance you get." I admitted it. He said that there were no girls anywhere around, which was true, and that he needed to get off. He asked me if I'd help him, and he promised he would do stuff to help me get off too if I agreed. He said it was wrong, and a sin (we were a religious family), but if I didn't tell anyone it would be okay. I didn't give a damn about the sin part and I readily agreed. He told me to come to the loft in the barn that night after everyone had gone to sleep in the house but I better not get caught. He said he would leave a lantern for me by the back door at sundown.
It was lucky that Todd had his own place separate from the main house. The voyage to Chalcedon had taken eight months and our family of 7 was cramped together in a small suite of staterooms on the colony ship for all that time. All of us got on each other's nerves, but Todd and my father really rubbed each other the wrong way. They argued about the Colonial Federation. Todd thought it was right and good but my father clung to the old ways and thought the Federation charter was treason. Todd stopped cutting his hair as a protest and that really angered my father. I stopped cutting mine too but I just liked it long. Anyway, to make the peace between them, when we got to the planet and our home my mother suggested that Todd live separately from the main house until he and my father could learn to get along. We were also forbidden to talk about politics at meal times. Sorry to digress but I thought this was worth a word of explanation as to why Todd lived separately.
I did what he told me. When the house was quiet I got out of bed, taking a blanket with me, and crept downstairs, careful to step on the sides of the stairs so they wouldn't creak. I found the lantern outside on the back porch, lit it, and walked through the waist-high grass to the barn. When I got inside the barn I could see a faint light glowing up at the top of the ladder. I went up there and Todd had a sleeping bag with pillows and a blanket set up on the floor. He was naked except for underwear and the front of his briefs was completely tented out so he was already hard. He had a paperback book in his hands and I asked what it was, but he just tossed it aside and said it didn't matter. He stood up and as he was sliding off his briefs he asked me, "Do you know what a blow job is?" I said I heard of it. He stood there in front of me now totally naked. His penis was totally average sized but obviously a lot bigger than mine. He stroked it up and down a few times, pulled the foreskin up over his head, then pulled it back and let go. It twitched with excitement. He asked if I'd let him put it in my mouth. I said I would if he promised he wouldn't cum in my mouth. The thought of that was gross. He said, "I promise." So I got down on my knees in front of him, tipped my head back, closed my eyes and opened my mouth. He touched my lower lip with the tip of his dick which had a drop of precum on it. Then he shoved his member into my mouth, all the way down my throat. I gagged at first, but he withdrew a little bit and I closed my lips around it. Then my brother slowly started moving his hips to push and pull his dick in and out of my mouth, feeding me his manhood in increasingly quick thrusts.
I don't think this sex lasted more than 20 or 25 seconds. He was probably almost ready to go off even before I got in the room. He groaned loud, grabbed me by the ears and I felt his whole body shudder. Hot, slimy liquid that tasted like salt and grass spurted at the back of my throat. He had broken his promise not to ejaculate in my mouth but honestly I don't think he could help himself. I was shocked at first, at the feeling and especially the hot explosion, but I swallowed instantly and it wasn't so bad. Todd groaned softer, patted my head and pulled out. He said, "That was what I needed." There was a canteen of water next to the sleeping bag and he handed it to me and told me to wash out my mouth. Then he told me to get naked, lay on the sleeping bag and spread my legs. My small dick was rock hard and had been the whole time. Todd got some oil from a bottle, rubbed it on his hands and started stroking me. At first it tickled and I laughed. As it got more serious I started squirming and moaning with pleasure. Jacking myself off was great, but being masturbated by someone else was another order of amazing. As I neared ejaculation my body tensed up and I arched my back. I came a couple of boyish little spurts that landed on my belly. He cleaned me up with a towel, then sat at the edge of the sleeping bag looking down at me. "You willing to do this again?" I said yeah. But he warned me not to tell anyone. Then he said, get your clothes on and go back to the house.
The next day we were working the South 40, a field of wheat-like grain called tristalk. I was getting the weeder drones ready and Todd was piloting them. My dad was probably half a mile away so we were effectively alone. Todd wore his overalls that day with nothing under them, no shirt, no underwear. It was hot and he unbuttoned the bib and let it hang down. When we broke for lunch he took me beside a big tree, pulled down his overalls below his genitals and said "Would you stroke me a little? I won't cum, I just need a couple strokes." I took his hardening cock in my hand, skinned him back and started to masturbate him which I had never done before. He showed me how to do it more gently and smoothly. He also told me to feel his balls with my other hand. Because it was a hot day and we'd been working they were warm and moist. He tipped his head back and said, "Awwww, yeah." He broke his promise, of course. He came all over my hands. He gave me his bandanna to wipe up with and also insisted on me wiping the cum off the tip of his dick which was slackening. He didn't jack me off, but as he walked off back toward the South 40 he told me I could do whatever I wanted and come back to the field when I was done. I masturbated while holding the bandanna, wet with Todd's sperm, to my face. I sucked his cum from the wet fabric at the moment I ejaculated. Then I went back to work. He did not ask me to come to him that night.
This kind of thing happened a couple of times. Sometimes he would ask me to come to the barn at night, but actually not that often and it was more dangerous because I could be discovered creeping out of the house at night. There was less danger than doing it other places, like the outbuidings, or the fields, or down by the creek. Our farm, and that whole planet, was so empty that we had relative privacy pretty much anywhere we went. The only issue was the field monitor cameras, but my father didn't look at those more than a few times a day. Mostly Todd wanted blow jobs or hand jobs. Sometimes he would jack me off but more often he would just say, "You can do it yourself just fine." I enjoyed giving him pleasure and I liked the taste of his semen. But after a while it was clear that this was mostly a one-way deal. It's not that I didn't enjoy it, but it felt a bit demeaning being my brother's cum rag without getting much out of it for myself. So our encounters became less frequent.
There are always strange organisms on other planets that often cause disease, and at the hottest time of the summer both Todd and my mother came down with a terrible fever. My mother came through it all right but Todd was gravely ill for two weeks. We really thought he was going to die. My mother, when she recovered, prayed over him day and night. There was no doctor for tens of thousands of miles. We just had to get through it as best we could. I admit that at times I thought the illness was punishment for what we'd done and I felt genuinely guilty. That phase didn't last long.
Thankfully Todd recovered but he was different. He insisted he'd seen the Angel of Death hovering over his bed while he was delirious. He became very religious. One day we were working the South 40 again. I was in a horny mood and I asked him, do you ever want to do what we used to do again? He quoted Leviticus, "If a man lies with a man as one lies with a woman," etc., etc. so I figured that was the end of it.
I think part of him missed it though. That very night I found, in my bedroom at the farmhouse, a paperback book wrapped up in one of his bandannas. It was a book called "1000 Fucks" and it was hard core pornography. It had a very plain cover and I realized this was the book he'd been reading in the loft that first night I came to him. Some of the pages had little greasy stains on them that I knew was from Todd's cum. The book had no pictures, just stories, but damn, some of them were hot. Sex acts of every kind were described. Hetero, homo, oral, anal, orgies, incest, bestiality, BDSM, anything you were into there was a story about it. Few of the stories were more than a couple of paragraphs. He gave the book to me, I think, as a peace offering. I kept it for years and read my favorite ones over and over again. I probably shot 10,000 loads over that goddamn book. Todd must have had it with him on the colony ship because there was no way he could have gotten it on Chalcedon.
So far as I know Todd never knew that my other brother Chase also fucked me, and I doubt he knew anything about the adventures I started having with the young men who came to the restaurant and the shop to stock up on provisions. They (the Authority) were literally giving away farmland for free on Chalcedon and other planets, and the vast majority of people who came, at least at first, were unmarried young men, so there was a steady stream of them. I'll start telling those stories in a little while after I get Chase out of the way. But it was Todd that first broke me in and got me used to pleasuring, and being pleasured by, men. Todd did not stay long. He moved off planet about a year later, married a very boring Christian woman, and had 11 kids. I have not talked to him for 25 years and I don't even know what planet he's living on now.
More to come...