Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2020 01:28:12 +0100
From: Dolphin Dan
Subject: Farm Planet Adventures (part 1)

FARM PLANET ADVENTURES (1)

By Dolphin Dan


When I was 13 my father moved us to the planet Chalcedon II, which is a
farming planet and which most people will tell you is the most boring place
in the universe. It wasn't that way for me because of the sexual adventures
I had there. This was more than 40 years ago now so I can talk about them,
especially now that I live on a planet where homosexuality isn't outlawed
(it wasn't on Chalcedon, at least not back then, but it wasn't openly
talked about either).

Chalcedon was big and empty when we got there. I think the whole population
of the place was less than 1,000 settlers at the time we came. We came on
the second colony ship ever to visit the planet. My father was given about
20,000 acres but only about half of it was farmable. Our family owned a
provisions store, one of only five on the whole planet when we started and
that was our main business. We sold seed, fuel, horse supplies, some
household goods, parts and tools to fix harvest drones, that sort of
thing. My mom also ran a restaurant and a dog breeding business. You needed
dogs on that planet. I had two older brothers, Todd who was 17 when we
settled, Chase was 15, and two younger sisters, Tina, 12, and Mollie,
10. My sister Mollie died three years after we got there, but that's a very
sad story and I won't tell it now. The men in our family did the farming
chores, and the women ran the restaurant and took care of the animals. We
worked so hard there was almost no time for recreation. I had a video game
console and like two game cartridges and that was about it. Also because
the planet was twice the size of Earth it had more gravity which meant
everything weighed twice as much and you got tired twice as fast doing the
same work. We kids had been born on a planet with high gravity so we were
more used to it than the other settlers who came directly from Earth. But
suffice it to say Chalcedon was an exhausting place to live and work.

The first action I got was from my oldest brother, Todd. He was tall, dark
haired, handsome, and in pretty good shape from all the farm work. One day
in the early spring (seasons lasted about six months apiece on that planet)
we were baling hay in the barn, just the two of us, and he asked me point
blank if I had started jacking off yet. I said yeah, but I lied a little
and said I had only done it a few times when in fact I did it every chance
I got. He picked up on the lie instantly and he even said it in so many
words, "You're a liar, you do it every chance you get." I admitted it. He
said that there were no girls anywhere around, which was true, and that he
needed to get off. He asked me if I'd help him, and he promised he would do
stuff to help me get off too if I agreed. He said it was wrong, and a sin
(we were a religious family), but if I didn't tell anyone it would be
okay. I didn't give a damn about the sin part and I readily agreed. He told
me to come to the loft in the barn that night after everyone had gone to
sleep in the house but I better not get caught. He said he would leave a
lantern for me by the back door at sundown.

It was lucky that Todd had his own place separate from the main house. The
voyage to Chalcedon had taken eight months and our family of 7 was cramped
together in a small suite of staterooms on the colony ship for all that
time. All of us got on each other's nerves, but Todd and my father really
rubbed each other the wrong way. They argued about the Colonial
Federation. Todd thought it was right and good but my father clung to the
old ways and thought the Federation charter was treason. Todd stopped
cutting his hair as a protest and that really angered my father. I stopped
cutting mine too but I just liked it long. Anyway, to make the peace
between them, when we got to the planet and our home my mother suggested
that Todd live separately from the main house until he and my father could
learn to get along. We were also forbidden to talk about politics at meal
times. Sorry to digress but I thought this was worth a word of explanation
as to why Todd lived separately.

I did what he told me. When the house was quiet I got out of bed, taking a
blanket with me, and crept downstairs, careful to step on the sides of the
stairs so they wouldn't creak. I found the lantern outside on the back
porch, lit it, and walked through the waist-high grass to the barn. When I
got inside the barn I could see a faint light glowing up at the top of the
ladder. I went up there and Todd had a sleeping bag with pillows and a
blanket set up on the floor. He was naked except for underwear and the
front of his briefs was completely tented out so he was already hard. He
had a paperback book in his hands and I asked what it was, but he just
tossed it aside and said it didn't matter. He stood up and as he was
sliding off his briefs he asked me, "Do you know what a blow job is?" I
said I heard of it. He stood there in front of me now totally naked. His
penis was totally average sized but obviously a lot bigger than mine. He
stroked it up and down a few times, pulled the foreskin up over his head,
then pulled it back and let go. It twitched with excitement. He asked if
I'd let him put it in my mouth. I said I would if he promised he wouldn't
cum in my mouth. The thought of that was gross. He said, "I promise." So I
got down on my knees in front of him, tipped my head back, closed my eyes
and opened my mouth. He touched my lower lip with the tip of his dick which
had a drop of precum on it. Then he shoved his member into my mouth, all
the way down my throat. I gagged at first, but he withdrew a little bit and
I closed my lips around it. Then my brother slowly started moving his hips
to push and pull his dick in and out of my mouth, feeding me his manhood in
increasingly quick thrusts.

I don't think this sex lasted more than 20 or 25 seconds. He was probably
almost ready to go off even before I got in the room. He groaned loud,
grabbed me by the ears and I felt his whole body shudder. Hot, slimy liquid
that tasted like salt and grass spurted at the back of my throat. He had
broken his promise not to ejaculate in my mouth but honestly I don't think
he could help himself. I was shocked at first, at the feeling and
especially the hot explosion, but I swallowed instantly and it wasn't so
bad. Todd groaned softer, patted my head and pulled out. He said, "That was
what I needed." There was a canteen of water next to the sleeping bag and
he handed it to me and told me to wash out my mouth. Then he told me to get
naked, lay on the sleeping bag and spread my legs. My small dick was rock
hard and had been the whole time. Todd got some oil from a bottle, rubbed
it on his hands and started stroking me. At first it tickled and I
laughed. As it got more serious I started squirming and moaning with
pleasure. Jacking myself off was great, but being masturbated by someone
else was another order of amazing. As I neared ejaculation my body tensed
up and I arched my back. I came a couple of boyish little spurts that
landed on my belly. He cleaned me up with a towel, then sat at the edge of
the sleeping bag looking down at me. "You willing to do this again?" I said
yeah. But he warned me not to tell anyone. Then he said, get your clothes
on and go back to the house.

The next day we were working the South 40, a field of wheat-like grain
called tristalk. I was getting the weeder drones ready and Todd was
piloting them. My dad was probably half a mile away so we were effectively
alone. Todd wore his overalls that day with nothing under them, no shirt,
no underwear. It was hot and he unbuttoned the bib and let it hang
down. When we broke for lunch he took me beside a big tree, pulled down his
overalls below his genitals and said "Would you stroke me a little? I won't
cum, I just need a couple strokes." I took his hardening cock in my hand,
skinned him back and started to masturbate him which I had never done
before. He showed me how to do it more gently and smoothly. He also told me
to feel his balls with my other hand. Because it was a hot day and we'd
been working they were warm and moist. He tipped his head back and said,
"Awwww, yeah." He broke his promise, of course. He came all over my
hands. He gave me his bandanna to wipe up with and also insisted on me
wiping the cum off the tip of his dick which was slackening. He didn't jack
me off, but as he walked off back toward the South 40 he told me I could do
whatever I wanted and come back to the field when I was done. I masturbated
while holding the bandanna, wet with Todd's sperm, to my face. I sucked his
cum from the wet fabric at the moment I ejaculated. Then I went back to
work. He did not ask me to come to him that night.

This kind of thing happened a couple of times. Sometimes he would ask me to
come to the barn at night, but actually not that often and it was more
dangerous because I could be discovered creeping out of the house at
night. There was less danger than doing it other places, like the
outbuidings, or the fields, or down by the creek. Our farm, and that whole
planet, was so empty that we had relative privacy pretty much anywhere we
went. The only issue was the field monitor cameras, but my father didn't
look at those more than a few times a day. Mostly Todd wanted blow jobs or
hand jobs. Sometimes he would jack me off but more often he would just say,
"You can do it yourself just fine." I enjoyed giving him pleasure and I
liked the taste of his semen. But after a while it was clear that this was
mostly a one-way deal. It's not that I didn't enjoy it, but it felt a bit
demeaning being my brother's cum rag without getting much out of it for
myself. So our encounters became less frequent.

There are always strange organisms on other planets that often cause
disease, and at the hottest time of the summer both Todd and my mother came
down with a terrible fever. My mother came through it all right but Todd
was gravely ill for two weeks. We really thought he was going to die. My
mother, when she recovered, prayed over him day and night. There was no
doctor for tens of thousands of miles. We just had to get through it as
best we could. I admit that at times I thought the illness was punishment
for what we'd done and I felt genuinely guilty. That phase didn't last
long.

Thankfully Todd recovered but he was different. He insisted he'd seen the
Angel of Death hovering over his bed while he was delirious. He became very
religious. One day we were working the South 40 again. I was in a horny
mood and I asked him, do you ever want to do what we used to do again? He
quoted Leviticus, "If a man lies with a man as one lies with a woman,"
etc., etc. so I figured that was the end of it.

I think part of him missed it though. That very night I found, in my
bedroom at the farmhouse, a paperback book wrapped up in one of his
bandannas. It was a book called "1000 Fucks" and it was hard core
pornography. It had a very plain cover and I realized this was the book
he'd been reading in the loft that first night I came to him. Some of the
pages had little greasy stains on them that I knew was from Todd's cum. The
book had no pictures, just stories, but damn, some of them were hot. Sex
acts of every kind were described. Hetero, homo, oral, anal, orgies,
incest, bestiality, BDSM, anything you were into there was a story about
it. Few of the stories were more than a couple of paragraphs. He gave the
book to me, I think, as a peace offering. I kept it for years and read my
favorite ones over and over again. I probably shot 10,000 loads over that
goddamn book. Todd must have had it with him on the colony ship because
there was no way he could have gotten it on Chalcedon.

So far as I know Todd never knew that my other brother Chase also fucked
me, and I doubt he knew anything about the adventures I started having with
the young men who came to the restaurant and the shop to stock up on
provisions. They (the Authority) were literally giving away farmland for
free on Chalcedon and other planets, and the vast majority of people who
came, at least at first, were unmarried young men, so there was a steady
stream of them. I'll start telling those stories in a little while after I
get Chase out of the way. But it was Todd that first broke me in and got me
used to pleasuring, and being pleasured by, men. Todd did not stay long. He
moved off planet about a year later, married a very boring Christian woman,
and had 11 kids. I have not talked to him for 25 years and I don't even
know what planet he's living on now.

More to come...