Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2020 18:22:17 +0200 From: Daniel Comnenus Subject: Farm Planet Adventures (part 10) FARM PLANET ADVENTURES (10) By Dolphin Dan Things changed after my sister Mollie died, age 13. There were a lot more people on Chalcedon than there had been before and our farm was no longer just about our family living way out in the wilderness. Our restaurant and trading post were not open very often but when they were, the number of settlers and vistors coming through were making them completely unmanageable. There was just too much to do and especially after Mollie's death, not only was she not cooking in the restaurant kitchen anymore but my parents were getting mentally distracted and dispirited, they just couldn't work the endless long backbreaking hours that we'd all done since we came to the planet. I just turned 17. No one was sure what my own future would be, if I'd go off to school or some other planet, but my father began preparing for a time when he would have no sons left on the farm. He started hiring people. This was what brought Brett to our farm. He was the first of three people my dad hired as full time help, the first time we'd ever had year-round employees. God, I still love Brett, and 40 years later the thought of him still makes me hard sometimes. He had just come to Chalcedon and was desperate for a job so my dad hired him as farm help at harvest, to tend the animals and do maintenance during the winter, to stock and do warehousing for the shop, and to cook at the restaurant. Brett was 26 but looking back on it he was pretty childlike for his age and I think we got on so well partly because we were mentally the same age. He loved comic books, video games and music and all he could talk about was superheros and their powers. He had lived at home with his parents his whole life. He told my dad he had left their house voluntarily but he told me his dad threw him out when he found gay porn on his computer. Brett had actually been engaged to a girl on another planet but she couldn't excite him and he just kept stretching the engagement out longer and longer until finally she broke it off. He had kind of an innocence about him that was partly the fact that he wasn't very smart but also his outlook on life. When it came to sex he seemed genuinely awed and almost surprised by the wonderful things his dick could do when it was stimulated properly. He'd obviously had sex with men before but the way he reacted to every sex act it was like he was discovering it for the first time. No one else I've ever been with has been like that. Brett was tall, 6'3", and he was heavy, about 220 pounds. When he wasn't wearing a shirt, which was every time he could get away with taking it off, you could see Brett had rounded pecs and what you might call love handles. His whole body jiggled when he had sex or masturbated. His nipples were quite large and pierced with silver barbells. He had some wispy hair on his chest but not a tremendous amount and it wasn't curly. He'd had a lot of beautiful and probably expensive tattoo work done, which was why I think he liked to take his shirt off (most heavier guys are too self-conscious to do that), to show it off. He had two complete sleeves with floral patterns and dragons. He also had four doves tattooed on his shoulders and the top of his chest, flying from right to left, and the cursive words "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE MY SOUL." He had beautiful brown eyes and thick lips. I remember the day he arrived, before I knew anything about him or even that he was gay, that night I jacked off thinking about him. After about two days I was getting some very serious gay vibes. While we were stocking the store and it was just us, when my dad left the room, I asked Brett point blank if he was gay. He said "No way, what gave you that idea?" and I said that I was and I got vibes from him. He asked me if my father knew and I said hell no, he'd throw me off his planet if he knew. But I told him I'd had sex with six or eight different guys since we got there almost four years ago and I managed to keep it a secret. Brett said, "That's what happened to me," meaning, his dad throwing him out, and he told me about the gay porn incident. I asked him if he wanted to get together. He surprised me by saying no. He just got this job and he'd be nuts to jeopardize it by fucking his employer's son. Besides, he was too old for me and it wasn't right. I told him I'd had sex with men older than him, which was true, and that "no one will find out," but it didn't sway him. He said, "Let's never talk about this again" and we went back to work. I thought this was the end of it and even though I literally got boners in Brett's presence, especially when I saw him with his shirt off, I was prepared to keep my crush to myself. But as we worked together closely every day, doing farm chores or stocking the store or cleaning the barn or whatever, we started to grow emotionally close. Each of us talked about how lonely we were. Brett told me about a crush he had on another boy when he was 6. I didn't even know it was possible to love someone at that age, but he said he did. He was also molested by an uncle and he suffered from depression. I confessed that I'd had sex with both of my brothers. At one point Brett cried. He was a very emotional man. He sat down in the barn and sobbed and said, "We're both broken, little brother." He asked me to come give him a hug. I did. At that precise moment I fell in love with Brett. Not long after that we made out in the barn. I don't even remember what preceded it, but it was a warm spring day, Brett had his shirt off and he was sweating in the hot sun, and when we were alone in the barn we just looked at each other and like two seconds later we were sucking face so hard we almost caved in each other's skulls. This actually happened several times. We went off to some private places to kiss. One of these times, Brett was shirtless, I started feeling up his chest and his nipples which were wet with his sweat. I tweaked the little piercings in his nipples and he shuddered and groaned. I knew right then and there that he was hard for me and I would eventually have sex with him. I was more mature now and I was willing to string him along, because he worked at our farm and depended on us for his livelihood he wouldn't go anywhere and would eventually do exactly what I wanted. One of these later make-out sessions--we were in the same quarters where I'd fucked Steve and Te Ana--even though I was underneath Brett, I made a point to unbutton his jeans, pull his zipper down and stroke him through his underwear. His dick was rock hard which was not surprising. On this occasion I stroked him maybe 3 times and he pushed me away like I was radioactive and he said, "No, this is totally wrong. Stop it. Don't ever do this again." But I did do it again, 2 days later. We made out with our usual intensity, and Brett stuck his hand under the waistband of my underwear, massaging my bare butt. We were kissing at the moment but I made a point to whimper and groan and sort of collapse into his embrace as a way of letting him know that I really liked what he was doing. He was very adventurous. His hand kept moving down and under, and he reached all the way into my underwear and felt my balls from below. He didn't touch my penis, but the feeling of Brett playing with my balls was heavenly and almost made me shoot a load into my shorts. I thought this was it. I kissed him, on his neck, under his jaw and on his lips and I whispered into his ear, "Let's do it." He suddenly shied away, pulled his hand out of my pants and said, no, this is wrong. I said, what's wrong with it? We've both had sex with guys. He said, "I'm 9, almost 10 years older than you." I said, that was just a number. He told me to get out of his room but I knew it wasn't the end of it. A few days later a settler ship was due to come in. All of us in the family, plus Brett, plus the two other men my father had hired (who were not attractive to me), would be working 18 hours that day, either in the store or the restaurant. Under normal circumstances this was a day I'd be cruising for sex among the settlers. But this was different. Brett was here and he was all I was interested in. When I got up that morning I put on my usual baggy cargo shorts and a T-shirt but no underwear. It was a very busy day. Brett split his time between working the store and cooking in the restaurant kitchen, he did the breakfast and lunch shifts. It took a long time but at last I got to work alone with him in the warehouse behind the shop, stacking bags of seed and other supplies. He had a shirt on today. We worked hard and both worked up a sweat. I decided that when there was a lull I was going to try to make out with him. My plan was that we would make out, and I'd unzip my fly and guide his hand toward it and put it on my bare hard cock and after that there was no going back. But we never got the chance. It was just too busy, we were working too hard and people (including my father) were coming in and out of the warehouse room too often. Then Brett got called back to the restaurant to work the dinner shift. We didn't get finished with work until ten or eleven at night. We were exhausted. It was warmer weather and I was again living in the loft above the barn, but as you remember the showers were downstairs, and open, and many settlers were using them as they prepared for bed. After the restaurant closed I asked Brett if I could use the shower in his quarters. He said yeah. I was half hoping that he would come into the shower with me but I didn't push it. I did leave the bathroom door open and I knew he could see me when I stripped off my shoes, socks, T-shirt and dropped my shorts and was naked. My dick was rock hard but I made sure not to turn so he could see it, all he could see was my body from the back as I got into the shower. I hoped he would see my butt and get aroused. I took a very long warm shower, hoping Brett would come join me. He didn't. I was disappointed but not ready to give up yet. I got out of the shower, put a towel around myself and combed my long hair. I heard no sound from the adjoining room, a motel-room like enclosure. Finally I peeked around the ajar door. Brett had passed out from exhaustion. He was laying on top of the covers, stripped to his underwear which were striped boxer briefs. His dick was soft but it and his balls made a nice round bulge in his shorts. I cleaned up his place a bit, putting his dirty clothes on the chair. I thought I had to put Brett under the covers. That was harder than it seemed. I had to roll him over to one side of the bed (he weighed over 200 pounds remember), pull up the edge of the comforter and the sheets, roll him back over to the other side of the bed and tuck the covers around him. Brett stirred as I rolled him over and he said "Whaaa?" but didn't even open his eyes and immediately fell back asleep. I switched out the light. At this moment I honestly didn't know what to do. I almost got my clothes and left. But at the last second I dropped my towel and crawled in bed with him under the covers, naked. I was exhausted too and fell asleep in less than half a minute. Hours later, sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up. Brett was sleeping on his right side, on the left hand side of the bed, snoring softly. (He snored, but nothing like Chase). I was on the right hand side. As soon as I realized where I was my dick got hard. I assumed a spooning position and snuggled up against Brett, grinding my bare groin against his underwear-sheathed ass. He didn't wake up. I started rubbing the tip of my dick up and down Brett's butt crack. My precum was leaving a wet trail on the fabric of his boxer briefs. I was so aroused that if I did anything else I would cum and it would be over, so I let go of myself. My penis twitched and I felt an orgasm approaching but I bit my lip and strained hard to control it. My dick chilled out a little bit and the feeling receded. So I started feeling up Brett's body, running my hands along his side, feeling his thick belly, moving upward, feeling his pecs and tweaking his pierced nipples. He didn't wake up. I caressed his hips and his ass through his underwear. Still didn't wake up. I put my hand in his underwear and felt his butt the way he had done to me. He didn't even stir. I reached over, hooked both my thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled down his underwear. I could feel his naked butt and it was awesome, but the real prize was now accessible. I reached over his side and down and for the first time felt Brett's penis. It was limp and his balls were hanging low and slack but it was exciting to hold him. I rubbed my fingers over his tip and the little ridge at the edge of his dickhead. He was circumcised. His pubes smelled a little musty because of the sweat from working so hard all day, I had showered but he hadn't. For the next couple of minutes I continued to play with Brett's package, as gently as I could so as to keep him asleep for as long as possible. It took a long time but finally I felt like the organ I was holding in my hand had grown a little longer. His erection came slowly but in a few minutes he was fully hard. Brett was just under seven inches, not huge but considerably bigger than me. Now everything was in place. I ground my hips into his bare ass, tucking my hard cock into the groove of his butt crease, and I started to masturbate him. Now he woke up. He snorted, said "Whaaa?" again and as he realized his dick was getting worked on he enjoyed the feeling and groaned a little. Then about ten seconds later he said, "Dan, please stop. Please." I kissed him behind his ear and whispered, "Doesn't it feel good?" I started stroking him faster. He whispered, "Yeah, but..." I kissed him again and I said, "I love you, Brett." There was only a moment of hesitation and he whispered, "I love you too." That was the happiest moment of my life up to that point. Admitting that he loved me was crossing a line. He stopped resisting, not that he ever really did. He moaned and he said, "Fuck, that feels good." His voice got lower and more gravelly. "Oh. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuuck. Fuuuuuuuuuuuccckkk!" His butt cheeks clenched my dick between them which almost sent me over the edge. The thing I learned about Brett that night was that his ejaculations were powerful. I heard the first shot of his cum splatter upwards on his belly. The second shot cleared his shoulder and hit me right in the face. I mean, right square on my left cheek, as I had my chin on his left shoulder. He was groaning and gasping, "Uhhh! Fuck! Ohh! Fuck!" His body twitched. There was semen all over him and the bed. My hand was slick with it. I brought it to my mouth and began licking it up, relishing the taste of Brett's hot salty seed on my tongue. He did not change position. He reached behind himself, grabbed my dick and began masturbating me. I was not a little boy anymore and I had more control than I did when I was 13 or 14, but this was still incredibly intense for me and I reached orgasm quickly. Just before I came I burrowed my dick as deeply between his ass cheeks as possible. I didn't penetrate him, but my erupting tip was pressed right up against his closed hole. His butt crack was completely filled with my liquid. Brett took off his underwear, wiped his butt with it and threw it across the room. Then he drew his thick tattooed arms around me and we started to settle back down to sleep. We woke early in the morning because there was still work to do to get the settlers on their way and Brett had to cook on the breakfast shift. When his alarm went off sunlight was streaming through the window making a warm pool across our naked bodies. He still had his arms around me and somehow during the night my hand ended up on his crotch. The alarm from his watch was still beeping as I closed my hand around his cock and started fondling him again. He got hard almost instantly and I could see his penis in the sunlight, a very strong, straight beautiful cock. He reached for the watch on the bedside table and said, "Naw, c'mon, we both got to work." I started masturbating him as fast as I possibly could. He dropped the watch which was still beeping and started making what I would come to know as his usual pre-orgasm noises: "Ohh. Fuck. Uhh. Fuck. Fuck!" As I felt his body tense up at the last second I dove my head toward his groin and thrust the head of his dick between my lips just as he started ejaculating. "Fuuuuuuuuccccckk!!!!!" Brett's spurts were so powerful it felt like someone shooting pressurized liquid out of a can directly down my throat. I swallowed his cum quickly. He sighed contentedly as I got off him, and he found the watch and shut off the alarm. "Where's my underwear? Oh, there it is." He said we gotta go, we got to get to the restaurant. Less than five minutes after he came in my mouth he was cooking scrambled eggs on the griddle for the settlers and I was stacking grass seed in the warehouse. This was the beginning of my relationship with Brett. More to come... Please donate to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html