FARM PLANET ADVENTURES (4)
By Dolphin Dan
It was toward the end of the summer of our second year on the farm planet of Chalcedon II. I just turned 15 and so far I'd had sexual experiences with my oldest brother Todd and my middle brother Chase. Considering I only had two brothers, one of them had already moved off planet and the other was destined for military school (I didn't yet know that), prospects for gay sex were drying up on this big and empty world. Then a big hard colony ship arrived, stuck itself up Chalcedon's tight hole and blew a load of nearly 2,000 fresh settlers, most of them men. All of them needed farm supplies, and that brought a lot of new people to our doorstep, if temporarily. The first one was Terrence Bach.
Our trading post was a couple of pre-fab buildings fronting a highway that was unpaved at that time about 100 miles from one of the main landing fields in the southern hemisphere. It was connected to the restaurant we also ran which was rarely open except in high traffic times. When settlers arrived they'd usually be hauling ATVs, we called them slag-wagons, mounded with the supplies they brought from the colony ships. When there were a lot of people there at once they just parked the slag-wagons out in a big open field across the highway. Our place wasn't designed to have overnight guests but sometimes people camped in the field in front of their slag-wagons before moving on the next day. Some of them would have journeys of weeks ahead of them to get to their acreage and our family would be the last people they would see for a long time.
One weekend right after the colony ship arrived our place was swamped with newcomers. All 6 of us in the family (Todd was already gone, remember) worked at the store or the restaurant night and day. There was an hours-long line of customers at the trading post and me and Chase were busy hauling bags of seed and fertilizer and other goods to fill their orders. My mother and sisters were frying bacon, scrambling eggs and baking biscuits for the restaurant. We were making tons of money. In the two weeks after the colony ships arrived we made $200,000, most of it in small bills. Thank God my father got the trading post concession. It was finally paying off.
Anyway, one settler in the line was in worse shape than almost all the others. He did not have a slag-wagon. He had a cart. Just a non-powered wooden platform with wheels and his crap piled up on it covered with plastic tarps. This dude was young for a settler, only 19. When I first saw in him he had on mud-splattered dungaree pants and a T-shirt advertising Magahinil (a heavy metal band). He had long red hair falling to his collar that was kind of feathery on the sides and about a three-day growth of beard. His eyes were big, brown and dreamy. (Redheads with naturally brown eyes are extremely rare). I was attracted to him instantly. He had no wife, no kids, was totally alone and had spent 13 months on the colony ship to get here. When he got up to the counter he pulled a shopping list out of the hip pocket of his dungarees and read it to us. He wanted several bags of tristalk seed, lots of potatoes, horse collars, lanterns, lamp oil, oats, two piglets and a dog. Me and Chase loaded all the shit he bought onto his cart. I had his money, more than $500, in my pocket; my father did not trust Chase with money. I asked the settler where his land was and he said he had a deed to 25,000 acres just beyond McMahon's Gulch which was more than 3500 miles away.
"Dude, how are you going to get there?"
"Oh, I've got a friend coming for me who's going to give me a ride. He'll be along in a couple of days."
This guy, who said his name was Terry, was perfectly happy to camp for however long it would take for his friend to come for him. The first two nights he did camp, in a little pup tent. He ate at our restaurant once but it was clear that after his big purchase of supplies he had no money left and he ate packets of freeze dried food at his camp. After two days all of the other settlers had moved on but Terry was still there, now the only lonely camp in the middle of a huge field with trampled-down grass. I convinced my mother to invite him up to our house. He insisted his friend was still coming but was just delayed. Sure enough this beautiful specimen of manhood was sitting at our dinner table, scarfing up chili with a spoon, gnawing on my sister Tina's cornbread. About every other sentence he spoke was him thanking us for being so generous, God bless us every one.
Mr. Bach, as my parents called him, was delightful company. He was from a tiny speck called Rampus's Planet which I had never heard of. He was very frank that he had an abusive father, his mother was an alcoholic, his brother had been murdered by loan sharks and he decided to leave all that and start a new life on Chalcedon. He said he hoped to settle down with a nice girl but the insincere way he said this made me wonder and hope that he was gay. During dinner my mother invited Mr. Bach to sleep in the loft above the barn. I got chills at the thought because this was exactly the same place where I first sucked Todd's dick. Before dinner was over I happily volunteered to help Mr. Bach carry his supplies up there from his cart.
It wasn't just the thought of the loft that excited me. The shower, I thought, was an opportunity. There was no plumbing in the barn of course. Adjoining the barn, though, my father had rigged up a compost toilet and a shower stall that we used sometimes to wash off animals and also if we were too dirty to come into the house without a rinse first. The water was cold and it wasn't very private, but it was functional. I went with Terry back to his cart and carried one of his bags back to the barn. On the walk I was saying stuff like, "I bet you just want a nice shower and to relax, huh?" We got to the loft and I said the water was totally cold but I would get a kettle of warm water for him and some soap and some towels. "Nah, it's all right, I won't put you to any trouble. I'll get them in the morning." Rather desperately I said something like, "No! It's no trouble at all! I'll go get them! And I'll show you how the spigot works! It's rigged up wrong and you won't know how to work it without me!" He just shrugged and laughed a little bit and said, "Um, okay, I guess I'll shower now, then."
So I got towels, soap, an extra lantern and a kettle of warm water for him. My heart was pounding at the thought that I might get to see him naked. He still had everything on when I showed him how the spigot worked. Of course it wasn't complicated at all. I was glancing around desperately for any work I could do to justify staying close. Mr. Bach wore an awkward smile. "Oh, well, thanks." I said yeah. He said "Yeah." I said yeah again. Then he said, "You, um, going to leave?" I said yeah and awkwardly turned away.
At that moment I saw there were some some mud chips on the concrete slab not far from where the shower was that I could sweep up. This was the best I could do. I stepped away, with my back turned, and headed slowly for where the broom was standing up in the corner. The water started running. I heard the splash of it against his back and the splatter on the concrete. The thought that Mr. Bach was now completely naked and only 10 or 12 feet away was exciting. Still with my back turned I took the broom and started sweeping. My idea was to "accidentally" turn around so I could see him, in the guise of sweeping up the chips. I had to give myself a little countdown. One...two...three!
Terry's body was amazing. He was on the lean side, not muscular, and after all he'd been cooped up in steerage on a spaceship for over a year so his skin was very pale. There were tattoos on his upper arms, one of them was some sort of dragon or other mythological beast. He had a little bit of blondish-red hair on the top of his chest but none on his abdomen. His long red hair looked brown when it was wet and it was plastered against his bare shoulders and back. All I could see of his groin was a mess of soap suds before he turned away, putting his face under the shower spigot. His butt cheeks were round and beautiful. His thighs, shins and calves were coated with soft red hair. There was a carpet of freckles across the back of his rounded shoulders.
I pretended to go back to sweeping but when I looked back, after he'd turned a bit to the side, he caught me looking. At last I saw his package. His penis was on the large side though not huge, hanging limply down between his upper thighs. With its long closed foreskin it looked like an anteater snout. The coldness of the water had made his balls pull up toward his body. There was a modest amount of dark red hair in his crotch. He looked at me awkwardly but there was no question that he knew I was checking him out. Sadly the view lasted only a few seconds. He shut off the water, reached for a towel and started to dry off, covering his groin the first thing.
I kept sweeping for a while, and I kept my back turned as he put on his underwear and his T-shirt. He didn't bother with the dungarees. I fetched the kettle, soap and extra towel (he'd only used one of two I brought) and put them in a neat pile. The show was over. He would go to bed and I would have to go back to the house. This was maybe the saddest moment of my life so far.
Then he spoke up. "Hey, Danny? Your name's Danny, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Danny, I could really use a beer. Could you find me one and bring it up to me?" At this moment he was using a big thick hairbrush to comb out his long wet hair. He winked. "Don't tell anyone. You already got all my money so I can't pay for it. But if you'd find me a beer I'd be really grateful. I haven't had a beer in six months."
I knew exactly where to get beer. The kitchen refrigerator in the restaurant was stocked full of a cheap lager called Starshine. My mother would never know one was missing. He went up to the loft, and I snuck in to the restaurant. I had keys to every door on our property; my father didn't trust Chase with keys either. I got a can of Starshine and went back to the barn. It was getting dark and the crickets were chirping. As I mounted the ladder to the loft the only light was the greenish light of Chalcedon's three moons that were up that night and the soft orange glow of the lantern Mr. Bach had taken up there.
Terry was amazingly happy to have a can of beer in his hands. He said, "I could kiss you," and I wonder if he meant it literally. He was sitting on the edge of the cot and he cracked open the pull tab and took several long swallows. I wasn't sure where to be but I was damn sure I would not leave until he threw me out. I sat on the floor beneath the foot of the cot, knees up, arms around them.
Mr. Bach asked me how old I was. I told him, 15. He muttered something like, "God help me" into his beer. Then he said, "You like looking at other boys when they're naked, don't you?"
I turned bright red from embarrassment. But I said, "Yeah."
"Have you done things with guys? Tell me the absolute truth."
At this point I dared to hope that he might be convincing himself to do something with me. I said, yeah, I have.
Then he told me to stand up and take my shirt off and raise my arms over my head. I thought this was a really strange request but I did it. Then he said, "Put your arms down. Put your right foot up on the edge of the cot, right there." I did as I was told. I was wearing shorts and my right leg was basically on display. He took the lantern, held it close to my exposed calf and leaned in close, but he did not touch me. He must have been thinking of the saying, "If there's grass on the field, play ball," because I realized he was checking to see if I had hair under my arms and on my legs. Thank God I did.
Mr. Bach set the lantern on the wooden floor and sat back on the cot, beer can in hand. I sat on the foot of the bed. My heart was pounding and my dick was throbbing so hard it was almost painful. I realized I was about 2 minutes away, if that, from the fuck of my young life.
This is what Terrence Bach said in as close to exact words as I can remember 42 years later.
"Dan, I'm gonna call you Dan because it's more grown-up. You are a beautiful young man and you've been so kind to me. I haven't had sex in 14 months. I'm going to a place where my only company will be farm robots, so this chance won't come again. But I absolutely will not take anything from you. I couldn't live with myself if I did that. I will only do what you've already done with other people. So, Dan, you gotta be very clear and very honest. What have you done?"
I answered unhesitatingly: "I sucked some dicks."
"More than one?"
"Yeah."
"Is that all?"
I was feeling embarrassment again. What I had done with my brothers was very hard to talk about. I blushed again and hid my eyes. "No."
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"No, I want to." I remember laughing but it was a nervous awkward laugh. "I got fucked."
"You mean a guy actually put his cock inside you? In your butt?"
I could not even answer verbally. With my elbow across my eyes, I nodded.
"Did he cum?"
I nodded again.
"Who did this to you?"
I laughed. "My brother."
"How did you feel about what he did?"
I was laughing but at the same time I was mortally embarrassed. And incredibly excited. It took every ounce of courage I had to say: "I liked it." I corrected myself: "I LOVED it."
Mr. Bach drank several swallows of beer, belched softly and asked, in a perfectly normal tone of voice, "Is that what you want me to do with you right now?"
"YES."
We got undressed. Terry blew out the lantern and we were together on the cot, and he hugged me and ran his arms and his hands all over my naked body and it felt incredibly warm and comforting and erotic. It was incredibly liberating. With Chase it was always reluctant, but Terry really wanted me and because he was not related, and not a fuck of convenience, it felt so much more pure and more validating. His dick felt different. Chase's was thick, short and stubby. Terry's penis was much longer and more evenly proportioned. He laid me on my back and raised my legs up and he had some kind of moisturizing lotion that we used as lube, but before he penetrated me he kissed me and said, "Don't let me hurt you. If it hurts, tell me to stop." It did hurt, a lot actually, but it was also wonderful at the same time. I ran my hands through Terry's thick red hair. I felt the thin hair on his chest which was a new experience; Chase was totally hairless. It felt like a man was taking me for the first time instead of a boy. Terry clenched his eyes shut as he pushed in and out of me. His lips were moving and he was whispering something. It was indistinct at first but as he got closer to orgasm I started to make it out.
"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou amongst women..."
I wrapped my arms around his back as he approached climax. He came inside me with a shudder and a groan. Feeling his warm seed in my ass was one of the most beautiful feelings ever. He pulled out slowly which felt really good. Gently he turned me over and masturbated me to a mind-shattering orgasm. Then he lay next to me and we slept. In the middle of the night I remember waking up, his arm was across my chest, and through the barn skylight I could see the three smaller moons of Chalcedon which usually appeared pink, they called them the Three Sisters, all lined up in perfect formation, shining down on us. The cot smelled like cum, beer and moisturizing lotion. This was, far and away, the greatest night of my life so far.
The next day, unfortunately, was tragic, at least for me. Mr. Bach came to breakfast in the morning and ate eggs, biscuits and gravy at the restaurant. Every other sentence out of his mouth was thanks for our generosity. God bless us every one. Then at mid-morning we saw the dusty trail of a slag-wagon approaching on the highway, streaming two flags, one the Earth flag, the other the flag of Texas. The slag-wagon had a steer's horns bolted to the front grill. It was Mr. Bach's friend who had finally arrived. He took him away, headed for McMahon's Gulch, and it was all over, but I was very different than before he arrived.
I am so grateful to Chase. If he hadn't done that crazy drunken thing that one night, Terry would never have done what he did, because he said he would not do anything that someone else hadn't already done and I believe that. This is why I say that my early experiences led to everything that happened after. Terry was the gateway experience.
Whatever happened to Mr. Bach I do not know. Possibly he is still on Chalcedon. No reliable census has ever been taken on that planet, so he could still be there, I hope happily married and maybe the lord of millions of acres. He's only four years older than I am, which would make him 61 years old today. I would like to think he is still out there somewhere, and remembers our night together.
Much more to come.
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