Date: Fri, 17 Apr 2020 18:33:10 +0200
From: Daniel Comnenus <daniel.comnenus@gmx.com>
Subject: Farm Planet Adventures (part 11)

FARM PLANET ADVENTURES (11)

By Dolphin Dan


The story of my adventures on Chalcedon II is almost done but there are a
couple more things to tell, some involving my relationship with Brett, the
hired farmhand who I fell in love with (and vice versa) shortly after he
came to our farm to work. I was 17 and he was 26. But before we get back to
that I have to tell some non-sexual stuff because it's important
later. Bear with me.

Word of my sister Mollie's death took so long to reach Powhagan IV, the
planet where my brother Chase was going to military school, that she had
been dead for 9 months before Chase's letter reacting to the news arrived
at our farm. There were faster means of communication but they were very
expensive. One day toward the end of summer a supply ship arrived and when
they delivered the mail there were two hand-written letters from Chase
postmarked from Powhagan. One was addressed to the whole family and the
other just to me. In the letter to the family Chase wrote about how
devastated he was to learn about Mollie's death and he shared his memories
of her. All four of us who were left, me, my father and mother and my
sister Tina, who was then 16, read it around the dinner table and we
sobbed, it was so sad. I took the other letter from Chase, the one
addressed to me personally, up to my loft. I did not know whether it would
contain any reference to the sex we had but I didn't want anyone else in
the family to read it before I knew what was in it. I didn't even let Brett
know that I had it.

The letter was not sexual at all. It was a warning. Chase did talk about
the night we buttfucked each other aboard the spaceliner that eventually
took him to Chalcedon, the night before it departed, but he didn't mention
the sex. He wrote, do you remember when we were watching TV and there were
those news reports of the election going on? A woman named Glendron had
been running for the presidency of the Authority, and her opponent, Werndt,
the bull-faced man with the mustache, threatened that if she won his
supporters would start riots and commit acts of violence all throughout the
Authority. This scared people and Werdnt had won the election. But Chase
wrote that Werndt had been diagnosed with inoperable cancer. When he died,
which would not be long in the future, there would be a snap election and
Glendron was virtually guaranteed to win this time. Chase had heard at his
military school that when this happened, all of the affiliated colonies,
including Chalcedon, would secede from the Authority. Glendron had promised
she would not be bullied by this threat. What it meant was that there would
be a huge war. Every able-bodied man would have to go off and fight.

Chase wrote that if (when) the war started and the call for volunteers went
out, I should contact immediately a Major Ibamu in the Colonial Defensive
Guard. This person apparently had a connection to the military academy and
had been Chase's favorite teacher. Chase said that Ibamu would get me a
position that would not be on the front line. I had to volunteer
immediately upon hearing the call because these positions would be filled
very quickly. Chase included a code for a subspace phone number that would
go directly to Ibamu without being screened. He wrote, "Don't worry about
me." If the war started after he graduated, as a military school graduate
he would become an officer. If it happened before he graduated he would be
an NCO. Both were safer than being a raw recruit. He said he loved me and
take care. That was it.

I didn't tell my parents or Brett or anyone about this letter. I hid it
under a floorboard in my loft in the barn, in the same place where I hid
the book "1000 Fucks." But from then on I carefully paid attention to the
news, often listening on the radio in the store back room or on my
headphones when working out in the fields. Chase had been exactly right:
Werndt was dying, and his hooligan supporters were already rioting and
threatening people on several planets.

Brett and I started having sex pretty regularly. Often it was in the
afternoons, right after work was over for the day but before we went to the
farmhouse to eat dinner (my parents usually had Brett and the other two
farmhands, Henry and Liu, up to the house most days). Summer was just
coming so the evenings were warm. At first we did a lot of mutual
masturbation but after a while we graduated to sucking each other and
eventually to anal sex. He was not really into fucking me and he said he
would much rather have me do it to him. Sometimes after work was over we'd
go up to the loft and he'd take off his clothes, get in my bed and stick
his butt up in the air, and he didn't have to say anything but that was the
signal that he was ready. I would get the oil ready, rub it slowly into his
butt crack, grease myself up and enter him very gently. He'd grab a pillow
and put it under him and he'd say stuff like, "Oh yeah, that feels good,"
or ask me, "You gettin there?" As I would start pumping faster, usually
panting pretty hard, he'd say, "Cum for me, Danny!" After I blew my load
inside him and pulled out he would always turn over, hug me and say "Was
that good for you?" I had an old-fashioned chamber pot in the corner of the
loft and after we calmed down he would get up, go over, squat over it and
expel my seed from his ass. It always made a loud, wet farting sound which
he found hilarious. Most of the time in these pre-dinner sessions there was
only time for one of us to get off, we'd have to get dressed and go to the
house for dinner.

We only really did anal sex about once a week. Brett's favorite sex
activity by far was being jacked off, and jacking off himself. He'd often
assume a position I called "the frog," laying on his back, knees bent, with
the soles of his feet pressed together. He liked to masturbate together,
the two of us side-by-side in the same position, and we could easily switch
up from jacking ourselves to jacking each other. I came up with the idea of
"opposite frog," which was the two of us laying in opposite directions,
knees bent, our ankles crossed, and I would press the sole of my left foot
to his right foot and vice-versa. We could only jack ourselves in this
position, but opposite frog was a game where as each of us got closer to
cumming it got harder for us to keep our feet pressed together. Brett's
ejaculations were so powerful that when we did opposite frog I usually got
a couple of jets of his cum on my legs, in my crotch or even on my
stomach. We'd stick our wet fingers in each other's mouths so each of us
could suck up the other's seed.

There were games we played based on sex. About a month in to our romance
Brett asked me to start using a specific pair of my underwear as a cum
rag. He told me never to wash this pair of underwear, that I was supposed
to use it to catch my ejaculation any time that I wasn't giving it to him
(like cumming in his mouth or butt). Then later he gave me some of his
underwear and told me to start cumming on it. After a couple of weeks he
said, have you been cumming in these like I told you to? I asked him why he
was doing this. He said, "I have a plan, just keep doing what I tell you."
I obeyed him completely. A few weeks after that Brett said, bring me the
underwear you've been cumming into. There were two pairs of briefs, one
mine, one his, that were now crusty and smelled strongly like my cum. One
night, a Saturday night, traditionally our relaxation night, he told me to
get naked and get in bed. I did. He said, I'm gonna do some things to you
that may seem weird, but I love you, do you trust me? I told him I loved
him and trusted him completely.

I lay on the bed and Brett took his underwear, which was stained and crusty
with my own cum, and put it over my head. Then he took my own briefs, also
stained with my semen, and stuffed them into my mouth. He tied his own
sweat-stained bandanna, which he wore while working in the fields, around
my head to secure the underwear in my mouth like a kind of gag. He said,
"The point of this is that I want you to smell and taste your own cum while
you're cumming. It may take a while for you to get used to it." I was
helpless with his briefs over my head and my own in my mouth, and I did
taste and smell my own seed. Brett reached down, grabbed my dick and
started masturbating me. The closer I got to orgasm the heavier I breathed,
which meant the more I drew the smell and taste of my own semen from the
underwear in my mouth and over my head. It was really sort of genius how
Brett made me experience exactly what he set out to do. And I did start to
like it. The smell turned me on. I groaned and came, gasping, sucking in
the smell that surrounded my head. He took off the gag, kissed me and said,
"You're so good, thank God for you."

We called this "the procedure," and we did it numerous times and it got to
be that I looked forward to it so much I sprang a boner just thinking about
it. I never did this with anyone else in the rest of my life, only him. It
turned him on something fierce. After watching and listening to me climax
in this way (and making me cum), Brett usually couldn't control himself and
immediately wailed away on his own dick, ejaculating explosively less than
a minute after I was done. This was the most intense sex we ever had which
may seem strange because it was usually just mutual masturbation. But damn,
it felt good, and there was nothing I liked or wanted more than to make
Brett happy. He suffered from depression and there weren't enough happy
moments in his life, so I was very happy to give him these. I no longer
paid any attention to men who came through when the settler ships
arrived. Brett was all I needed or wanted.

One day, still in the summer (the seasons on Chalcedon were long), Brett
and I were minding the weeding drones out on the South 40 on a very hot
day, we both had our shirts off and bandannas tied around our faces. I was
listening to my headphones. The radio station I was listening to was
interrupted with an urgent tone. A news announcer came on. "We have a very
serious announcement throughout the Authority. The news has been confirmed
by the office of the President. President Werndt died at 1:30 this
afternoon, approximately 40 minutes ago." Later the same day the Authority
legislature officially announced that a snap election would be held in 30
days' time. It was all happening exactly as Chase had warned in his letter.

I went to bed in the loft that night, without Brett, and cried because I
knew it was all coming to an end soon. I didn't know what was going to
happen to me or Brett, but it was a safe bet we would not be together.

Conclusion to come.



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