FARM PLANET ADVENTURES (3)
By Dolphin Dan
The score so far was that I had blown my brother Chase, age 16 (I was 14) twice, deposited some of my own loads in his general direction and still wasn't really getting what I wanted, which was a steady supply of sex on the very boring and sparesely populated farm planet of Chalcedon II. It was obvious that Chase, the second of my brothers I'd fooled around with, was of two minds about the whole thing and not very enthusiastic but was willing to tolerate the occasional sex act with me. After that summer evening when he reluctantly let me into his bed and I ended up sucking his dick I wasn't exactly sure what to do next or how he'd react if I tried to sneak into his room again. That was my general plan, but it turned out I didn't have to make the next move. He did. It shocked the hell out of me, but more importantly it made possible everything that happened later with other men.
My parents ran a provisions store which was the only place on the continent to get farm supplies. We also ran a restaurant. Though my parents were strict religious teetotalers, evidently God was not offended if they sold booze, and there was a healthy market for it. Midsummer, that same summer I was going after Chase, a supply ship dropped a huge cache of supplies for the store which included hundreds of pallets of liquor, mostly vodka, gin, bourbon and beer. Chase was kind of a bad kid and he broke into one of the pallets and filched a couple of bottles of liquor. I knew he had it but I wasn't going to say anything. After dinner one evening I saw him head out to the barn with a bucket that I knew had a bottle stashed in it and he didn't come back for several hours. Long story short he got rip roaring drunk for probably the first time in his life. Maybe "rip roaring" is too strong because he could still walk and function well enough but clearly he was inebriated. We had blown out the lanterns and the house was quiet when he came back in. I heard him because my room was adjacent to his but no one else did. He stumbled around in his room. He belched. I heard the creak of his bedsprings as he got into bed. I had no plans to try anything that night and I'd jacked off in the barn a couple of hours earlier so sex wasn't an urgent need for me at that moment. Apparently it was for him, though.
I had drifted off to sleep but probably hadn't been sleeping that long when I was awakened by a thud somewhere in my closet. As you remember there was access between my room and Chase's through a panel in our shared closet wall that wasn't nailed down. He had never come through it before. But sure enough he was standing over my bed. He was naked and I could barely see in the moonlight coming through the window the outline of his erect penis. I was perfectly happy to suck it and thought that was what was going to happen but as I sat up in bed to get ready to take him Chase unexpectedly threw himself on top of me. He wrestled me to the bed. (I didn't resist very much). I could smell the liquor on his breath. He got into a spooning position, me in front, him behind. He started spitting into his right hand and with his left he reached down and pulled off my underwear and threw it on the floor. When I heard the wet crackly sound of his spit-slick hand lubing up his cock and felt its head poking into my butt crease I was suddenly amazed and terrified at the same time realizing that he was about to fuck me for real.
I knew what anal sex was of course and I had fantasized about it a lot. It was one of the things I hoped eventually to do with Chase, at least in theory, but considering he barely let me jack off and cum on his butt I thought we were a long, long way from that still. I wanted it but was afraid of it too. When I felt Chase's thumb and forefinger spreading my butthole open I realized I had about one second to get used to the idea. I felt a sudden terrible stabbing pain in my ass and it felt like I had to take the biggest shit ever. I winced and let out a sharp gasp. Chase shushed me and even put his hand over my mouth. But then my mind accepted the fact that another man was inside of me for the first time in my life. It had to happen sooner or later. I was surprised he had the nerve to do it but it was clearly because he was sloshed.
I let my body go limp and tried to relax the muscles of my ass as much as possible. We squirmed around a bit more so instead of spooning I was laying on my stomach with my legs spread and he was on top of me. This felt much better. As Chase started to pump on me, sliding his member in and out of my butt, I got a tremendous feeling of warmth and excitement. It still hurt, but I was really enjoying it. Because his dick was short and thick he fell out of me a couple of times and I heard him spitting on his dick for more lube before he squeezed it back into me.
Toward the end he started grunting softly with each stroke. He was speeding up. Then he whispered, "Aw, aw, aw," thrust as hard and deep into me as he could, and I felt his penis quiver in my canal as he shot his load. Next there was a warm wet feeling spreading inside me. His body went limp and he fell like dead weight on me, laying on top of my back. He was out of breath. As he slackened his penis slid out of my hole and it felt exactly like taking a shit. I was kind of amazed that my butt didn't ache at all afterwards which was what I expected. It felt fine.
I was amazed and stunned by what had happened but I had no idea what to do next. I lay there completely still for several minutes. Chase's breathing was returning to normal. I squirmed out from under his dead weight. I nudged him and whispered "You ok?" but there was no response. I realized he had completely passed out.
His crotch smelled horrible, like shit. After a while I got up and went to the pitcher and bowl on the nightstand. I took a cloth, got it wet, came back to bed and cleaned him up as best I could. I had to push him over so he was laying on his back. He never woke up. By now he was snoring. I realized I could do anything I wanted to him. I thought of trying to get my dick in his mouth but it didn't seem too practical. I desperately needed release though. Ultimately I straddled his body, started pounding away on my cock and came on his chest. I deliberately didn't wipe it up. I wanted it to dry on him and have him feel it the next day.
It was very awkward sleeping with Chase because he was taking up almost the entire bed. I had to sleep in about a foot-wide space on the far edge. His whiskey breath was terrible and he farted a couple of times in his sleep. Eventually I got to sleep. Toward morning I woke up and I was brave enough to start touching his dick. He didn't wake up. It took a little while but eventually I stimulated him enough to get it hard. I straddled him again, this time sitting across his upper legs. I pressed my much smaller penis up against Chase's and stroked them together. It felt incredible, much better than my first cum with him that night. I came again and my sperm got all over his dick, in his pubes and on his lower abdomen. Again I didn't clean him up. I found my underwear, put it back on and slept as best I could next to him.
When the roosters were crowing at daybreak he woke up. He jerked awake very suddenly and that woke me up too. He seemed totally bewildered, not knowing where he was and I realized he didn't have a clue what he'd done last night. But the dried cum on his chest and in his pubes, and the fact he was sleeping in my bed, must have told him something. All he said was, "My head hurts." I told him he better go back through the closet to his own room. I watched my brother crawl on his hands and knees across the floor and it was clear he was really in distress. He had a five alarm hangover for sure.
Chase's drinking incident marked a milestone in our family even though no one but us, and possibly only me, knew all that happened that night. One of my sisters found the bottle he'd been drinking in the barn and as the family woke up and Chase stayed down it became obvious he was terribly hung over. This incident sent my parents into profound crisis. It wasn't the only thing Chase did but the conflicts between him and my father really broke wide open with this one. Within a year Chase was sent to military school on another planet. He'll pop up again in what happened later, but this was the big event that started it.
I felt elated. Seriously, the fact that a guy had had real sex with me made me feel like a stud on wheels. Before long it almost didn't matter if I was ever going to hook up with Chase again and it was probably better if I didn't. Because about this same time, late summer of our second year on Chalcedon, a colony ship arrived with thousands of new settlers. A lot of them were young families, but a fair number of them were young single men who had spent 13 months in space to get here. A parade of fine looking strangers started showing up at our store and restaurant. One of them was Terry Bach, and he was my next conquest.
More to come...
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