Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2020 21:10:31 +0200 From: Daniel Comnenus Subject: Farm Planet Adventures (part 12) FARM PLANET ADVENTURES (12) By Dolphin Dan When the war came I felt cheated because it interrupted really the only period of happiness I ever had in my young life, the months during my relationship with Brett. I was 17 and he was 26 but a very innocent and childlike 26. My brother Chase, who was off at military school on another planet (and who I had also fucked), warned me in a letter what to look for as the war got started and everything he said turned out to be true. I had to live with a secret because no one else in the family, or Brett or the other farmhands, accepted what was happening. As the news of political turmoil, secession and imminent war built up my father retreated into denial, and at dinner he would say things like, "Saner heads will prevail." Brett did not understand politics at all and had no idea what was going on. We kept having sex throughout this period. My parents or my sister apparently never suspected we were lovers. I lived in the loft above the barn, Brett had his quarters for the farmhands, and no one really checked up on us. Most of the time we fucked in my loft. I tried to relish the pleasure of ejaculating in Brett's hand, mouth or butt each time I got to do it because I knew there weren't many more chances. Brett liked receiving anal sex much more than giving it so he almost never got inside me, but he sure liked cumming on me. He came on my stomach, my chest, he liked to cum on my back and rub it into the skin of my shoulders, and though he didn't penetrate me he very much liked to rub his penis up and down my butt crack, slap it against my ass and ejaculate all over it. When I gave him blow jobs almost always he'd take his dick out of my mouth at the last second and cum on my face which he absolutely loved to watch happen, especially when I helped stroke him to orgasm. Getting facials from him didn't bother me a bit. After we were done and cleaned up he would always hug me really tight. I loved him and he loved me. Toward the end of the summer, after the election for Authority President that turned out exactly the way Chase had predicted, planets of the Colonial Federation started seceding from the Authority. The first to go was Harnorth III. The very night this news came it was very warm and the air was still, there was a spectacular sunset and I remember the crickets chirping as the moons rose. I had been working in the corral that day and after I showered in the barn, as usual, I went up to the loft and waited for Brett. I was melancholy that night because of the news. Brett seemed more serious than normal. He said, I want to talk to you about something. I thought maybe he finally got a clue about the war but what he said totally shocked me. "I want to order some rings," he told me. "We can't wear them when anyone will see us, and we'll have to keep it a secret. I don't think we'll be able to get anyone to marry us, but we can take oaths and it'll be like we're married. I want you to be my husband, Danny." I couldn't help myself. I started crying. I was sitting on the edge of my bed in the soft orange lantern light, and I told him no, no, you don't understand, don't you know what's going to happen? Didn't you hear the news today? I said that more planets would secede and there would be a war. Finally I pulled up the floorboard and took out Chase's letter. Brett read it. He was concerned but tried not to be. "This doesn't mean a thing," he said. "It's even more reason. If you have to go to war, don't you want to be married first? Don't soldiers do that before they go off to fight?" We did not have sex that night and it was one of the few times we parted angry with each other. I felt terrible the next day, so bad that I almost agreed to his proposal just to make up to him, but I decided I couldn't. I would not make Brett a widower and destroy his life forever. Somehow I was convinced that, even with Chase's careful precautions and connections, I was going to be killed. Eventually we made up. There were some great fucks in that last month I was with Brett and I tried to enjoy them as much as possible. But I also noticed he was much more down than usual. The news was finally making an impression on him. Then, a month after the first planet seceded and several others followed, the Federation called for volunteers to raise an army to fight their way out of the Authority. When this announcement was made, seven more planets, including Chalcedon II, immediately seceded. The war was on. The night this news arrived was one of the very few times Brett came in my ass. I asked him to fuck me even though it wasn't really his thing. I wanted to carry with me the feeling of him being inside me. The next day was madness around the farm. A settler ship came in, but the war and the call for troops was all anyone was interested in. We did have a telephone with subspace capability at the restaurant but there was a long line to use it. It took me three tries to get through to the direct-dial number of the Major Ibamu that Chase had given me. On the third try I got him. He said that, yes, Chase had told him I would be calling. He asked me if I could get to St. Albans, the spaceport that was about 500 miles away. A ship full of recruits would be leaving there in four days. If I could make that ship he would guarantee me a slot in the quartermaster's department. It would take three days in a slag-wagon to get to St. Albans. As a last ditch, desperate effort I asked Ibamu if he could make another slot. If I could somehow get Brett into the army maybe we could find a way to be together and I could save him. Ibamu said, absolutely not. He was already bending the rules to make a slot for me. Either you'll be on that ship and he could help me, or I wouldn't and I'd be on my own. Take it or leave it. I had less than 24 hours left at home. There was just no way for me and Brett to be together that night, at least not without risking exposure of our relationship. I wanted Brett to drive the slag-wagon to take me to St. Albans, which would take three days and we could have sex on the way, but too much was going on and my father said he was too valuable at the store and the restaurant while the settlers were still coming through. My father eventually paid one of the settlers to take me who was going to St. Albans anyway. In the very early morning Brett and I said goodbye. It was in my loft and the sun was just coming up. I gave him the two pairs of underwear, stained with my cum, that we used for our "procedure" game so at least he could smell my sperm whenever he wanted. I also gave him the copy of "1000 Fucks" that my brother Todd had given me. I told him that I was determined to survive the war and come back to him and we'd be married, but I didn't really believe it. We both cried at the end. He wasn't my brother but he sometimes called me that, and as we hugged he sobbed, "Goodbye, little brother. I love you." My heart was tearing out of my chest. It was a long slow ride to St. Albans. I knew as the slag-wagon rumbled away from our farm, where I'd had so many adventures and met my first love, that I'd probably never see it again. That didn't end up being true, but I didn't return for many years and everything was different when I got back to visit. Brett was long gone. He tried desperately to get into the army but he couldn't pass the psychological evaluation which didn't surprise me. I didn't hear from him for a long time, but after I'd been in the army for more than a year a passing ship delivered some mail and I got a whole stack of letters that he'd been writing the whole time that never reached me. Because they were censored he couldn't write anything explicitly about our relationship or even tell me that he loved me. That hurt a lot. After that I heard nothing from him. Years later I ran into someone who said he knew Brett slightly and heard that he moved to Karelia, a planet outside the Federation that took no part in the war. I looked in directories and social media and such but never found him there. For the record, here is what happened to everybody. Brett: unknown, left Chalcedon during the war. My guess is that he's dead now. Chase: killed in battle, age 21. My father: died of natural causes while the war was still on. My mother: sold the farm, moved to Earth, died a few years after the end of the war. Tina, my sister: married a wealthy landowner on Chalcedon, had a family. Still alive, still lives on Chalcedon, though not on what used to be our farm. Todd, oldest brother: served in the war, married, whereabouts unknown. Presumably still alive. Mullenax, the mad Scotsman: no record appears after his landing on Chalcedon. Probably long dead. Me: spent 7 years in the army, never saw battle, eventually moved to Grenaldyn, a planet with a sizable gay colony where I live now free from persecution. I am 57, my husband is 43 and we have two adopted daughters. I still dream about Brett. I close my eyes and I'm 17 again and I can feel the warm air of the loft above the barn on Chalcedon, smell the grass seed and pollen in the air, feel the heavy pull of the gravity on that planet, and I feel the pleasure rising in my pulsing penis as I pump in and out of Brett's tight butt which he clenches around my dick to help bring me to climax. His arms are folded over the pillow, I can see the tattoos on his thick arms, he's looking back over his shoulder and smiling and saying, "Cum inside me, Danny. Cum for me!" THE END Please donate to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html