Date: Fri, 20 Mar 2020 01:38:23 +0100
From: Dolphin Dan
Subject: Farm Planet Adventures (part 2)

FARM PLANET ADVENTURES (2)

By Dolphin Dan

Our family had lived on the farm planet of Chalcedon II for a year or so
before my brother Chase got at me. (Or more like vice-versa). Chase was the
middle brother, he was 16 when I was 14. Todd, my eldest brother, was
chiseled and handsome. Chase wasn't. He was chubby, blond and dumb. He had
kind of a prominent brow that made him look a little like a caveman except
he wasn't hairy. There were less than 2,000 people on this entire planet,
which was twice the size of Earth, so finding somebody to have sex with was
pretty tricky, although I would later discover that the farm provisions
store and restaurant that my family ran would bring a steady stream of
horny young men to my doorstep. These events happened more than 40 years
ago, by the way.

I first got the idea to see if Chase wanted to do something sexual with me
a few months after Todd recovered from his illness, became super religious
and made it clear that his dick was now off limits. I knew Chase
masturbated because he got in trouble with my father over it. Apparently
one of my sisters caught him jacking off while he was in the wash tub and
told our dad. My father gave us a little speech about the "sinfulness of
flesh" and sentenced Chase to a bunch of extra work. It was good news for
me because I had a couple of easier days. Almost every day on that planet
was backbreaking labor so it was nice to have a bit of a break. Chase also
got overheated from working so much, so he worked with his shirt off most
of the time. He wasn't nearly as good looking as Todd, but for some reason
I liked him better. His chubby belly glistened with sweat and he usually
tied his hair up in a bandanna doo-rag style. When he bent over you could
see just the top of his butt crack visible over the waist of his jeans.

I'd bring him water and tools and such. On one such trip I decided to be
bold. Chase was fixing one of the drones and I was handing him tools and I
said something like, "With all this open space out here, why'd you beat
your meat in the wash tub? That's idiotic." Chase didn't get mad, he just
shrugged and said "I was horny." I was hoping this would lead to a
conversation about masturbation and sex. I told him I did it all over the
farm and never got caught. He grunted and said "I don't want to know about
it." I asked him how often he did it or some other question, and he said,
"Why are you so interested in my cock?" Finally I dropped the pretense and
just told him flat out that I would give him a blow job if he wanted
one. He told me to fuck off. I thought that was the end of it, and I was
disappointed because it meant (I thought) the chances of having any sort of
sex with another human being on this planet were pretty much gone.

About a week later we were working in the fields clearing brush and my
father said he was going back to the house for something or other. As soon
as he was out of earshot Chase dropped his rake, grabbed me by the wrist
and took me over to a big tree. He was wearing a big straw hat (we both
were), basketball shorts and no shirt. He knocked my hat off with one hand
and started pushing me down into a kneeling position and with his other
hand he pulled down his shorts and his underwear. For the first time I saw
my brother's prong. It was short and chubby, just like him. It was about
the same proportions as a beer can, stubby and very thick. He held it out
to me. I looked up at him and we locked eyes, and then I stuck my tongue
out and gently licked Chase's glistening tip. I licked his dick like an ice
cream cone for about 30 seconds before he pushed his hips against my face
and slid it full on into my mouth. I remember the musky smell of his sweaty
pubes. It smelled like cumin seed. Chase loved getting blown. He let his
mouth hang slack open and he moaned stuff like, "Aw yeah," and "Suck that
cock." His round belly started heaving and he gasped, "Gonna shoot. Gonna
shoot!" Moments later my mouth filled with his warm seed. He pulled his
dick out of my face and he was amazed when he watched me take a big gulping
swallow. "I can't believe you did that!" I was like, why wouldn't I?

I was glad that Chase finally got up the nerve to take me, but after the
experiences with Todd I was sure as hell not going to let this be a one-way
street. I stood up and unzipped my own shorts. With my right hand I pulled
the waistband of my underwear away from my skin and with my left I grabbed
Chase's hand and moved it toward my crotch. He recoiled. "No way!" I told
him that if he thought I was going to suck his dick for free he had another
thing coming. "I thought you wanted to?" I said I did want to, but now he
had to do something for me. "Just jack me off. C'mon, it's not a big deal."
I put his hand into my underwear and he grasped my small throbbing rod.

Chase's first attempt at giving a hand job wasn't very good, but at least
it was successful. He jacked me roughly and fast like he was trying to get
it over with. I made the mistake of whispering, "I'm gonna cum," and he
pulled his hand out of my pants and let the elastic band snap against my
skin. He obviously didn't want to have any of my semen touch him. I was
already too close to orgasm to not go through with it, so I let it
happen. A bulb of white cum seeped through the fabric of my briefs, right
at the tip of my dick, and dribbled down my groin. I groaned. It was good
but not as good as it could have been if he'd let me cum in his hand. Then
I did something to egg him on. While looking deep into his eyes I reached
down and wiped the cum from my briefs onto my thumb and forefinger. Then I
brought my thumb to my mouth, stuck out my tongue and licked it off. Chase
said, "That is disgusting!" But I smiled, made a popping sound with my lips
and said, "What a treat!" I still had some of my cum on my forefinger, and
before he could move away I lunged forward and smeared it on his chest. He
recoiled, started wiping it off and muttering about how sick this was. He
went back to where he dropped his rake and went back to work. I laughed.

I had hoped this would break the ice, and it proved that Chase was willing
to fool around with another boy, and even his brother, if it meant getting
his rocks off once in a while. But it was kind of difficult because he
obviously wasn't as into it as Todd was. It was a slow process but I did my
best to make myself available.

Our house was pretty big but also poorly built. It had come prefabricated
in sections in the hold of the colony ship. My bedroom on the second floor
was next to Chase's and our closets were back to back. One of the wall
panels separating my closet from his was faulty. My dad had left it kind of
standing there leaned up against the others and he hadn't gotten around to
fixing it. The point I'm making is that I had access to Chase's room
without having to open the door and run the risk of waking up anyone else
in the house. Chase was a very heavy sleeper and he snored loud. He also
slept naked. He had a habit, right before he got in bed, of taking off all
his clothes and leaving them in a pile next to his bed. One night when I
heard him snoring I got out of bed, took off my clothes (I slept in a
T-shirt and underwear), went into my closet and came through the hole into
Chase's closet and I crept quietly over to his bed. He was sleeping on his
stomach and it was a warm night, the summers were hot on that planet, so he
was laying there without the sheet covering him, arm hanging down almost to
the floor, and his beautiful naked butt visible in the moonlight coming
through the window. (Chalcedon had 6 moons, so there was always
moonlight). I got hard instantly. I found his pile of clothes and pulled
his soiled sweaty briefs out of his dirty jeans. I inhaled the thick
masculine aroma and just from that alone I came close to cumming. I wrapped
Chase's underwear around my cock and about two seconds later I ejaculated
into them, grunting softly. I put his briefs back into his jeans like they
had been before and crawled back to the closet. This experience was so hot
I couldn't get to sleep and I had to masturbate again about half an hour
later.

I actually did this a couple of times because it took him a while to
notice. Our clothes were always filthy from farm work and Chase was pretty
absent minded anyway. One night I crept through the closet into his room
and started jacking off with his underwear and he woke up. He muttered,
"What the hell are you doing in my room?" but he didn't say it that loud. I
said sorry and put his briefs back on the pile and suddenly he got
it. "Stop cumming on my clothes. Little pervert." Then he turned over and
went back to sleep. I just held very still, waited until I heard him
snoring again, then picked up the briefs and finished the job. I was trying
to be more bold so I didn't put his underwear back on the pile, I just left
it in the middle of the floor. He didn't say anything the next day so I
figured he wasn't really that bothered by it. If he was he would have fixed
the panel in the closet himself, he could swing a hammer as easily as our
dad could.

This was hot, but on the other hand I wasn't really getting
anywhere. Thinking back on it I can't believe I had the sand to do what I
did next. A couple of nights later, not long after we blew out the lanterns
and went to bed, I crept into his room again and crouched as I usually did
at the side of his bed. Chase was snoring but kind of lighter so he wasn't
heavily asleep yet. This time I actually got up and laid down next to him
in his bed. He stirred and made a surprised snorting sound. "What are you
doing in my bed?" I said, can I sleep with you? "No!" He started to push me
off the edge of the bed but I said please, let me stay. And I very gently
touched his cock. He slapped my hand away and said something else with the
word "pervert" in it. I held very still and waited for him to push me out
of the bed, but he didn't. About thirty seconds later I touched his cock
again and found it rock hard. If he didn't want me in his bed it seemed
that his dick had other ideas. I gently started playing with his balls to
see if he would resist. He didn't.

Now that he wasn't trying to stop me I scooted down toward the foot of the
bed, bent over and took his penis in my mouth. He moaned a little bit and
stretched his arms out and relaxed. As I worked on his dick his breathing
started to get heavy. I blew him for about five minutes I guess and by the
end he was panting. Then his body tensed up. I had his balls in my hand and
I felt them tighten up toward his body. He went very quiet and his penis
erupted in my mouth, shooting hot cum down my throat. He sighed. I
swallowed, took him out of my mouth, gave his balls one last lick and then
snuggled up next to him. He whispered, "We shouldn't be doing this," but I
didn't say anything.

We were in kind of a spooning position, Chase laying on his right side and
me behind him. My dick had been hard during the blow job and I was aching
for release. This was the tricky part: would he let me do anything? After a
couple of minutes being still I made my move. Chase was not asleep because
he wasn't snoring. I reached down and gently rubbed the tip of my dick
against one of his butt cheeks. He moved a little bit but it was just to
put his hand under his pillow. I continued rubbing and it felt amazing. I
rubbed my cock up and down his butt crack as I masturbated. My breathing
was getting heavy and ragged too. When I felt the orgasm coming I let out a
sigh and pressed my penis against his butt. I didn't cum as much as he did
but there was semen all over his butt and dribbling down his crack. I was
incredibly satisfied.

Chase said, "You done?" I said yeah. "Now get the fuck out of my room." I
crawled out of bed, back through the hole in the closet and got into my own
bed, still naked. I slept like the dead. Chase didn't say a word about what
happened.

This was progress, but it still wasn't what I wanted. Even though it was
the second time I'd blown him this was easily the kind of thing that might
just happen and then never happen again. I wanted more, which meant I would
have to do something like this again, probably several more times until
Chase got used to it. Although we were a religious family the morality of
this never really entered my mind. I wanted sex and there were so few
people on this planet that the choices of where to get it were pretty
limited. At least that's what I thought at first! Don't worry, I'll get
there. I'm not quite done with Chase yet.

More to come...

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