Date: Mon, 23 Mar 2020 07:53:30 +0100
From: Dolphin Dan
Subject: Farm Planet Adventures (Part 3)

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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