Date: Thu, 26 Mar 2020 02:30:13 +0100
From: Dolphin Dan
Subject: Farm Planet Adventures (part 4)

FARM PLANET ADVENTURES (4)

By Dolphin Dan

It was toward the end of the summer of our second year on the farm planet
of Chalcedon II. I just turned 15 and so far I'd had sexual experiences
with my oldest brother Todd and my middle brother Chase. Considering I only
had two brothers, one of them had already moved off planet and the other
was destined for military school (I didn't yet know that), prospects for
gay sex were drying up on this big and empty world. Then a big hard colony
ship arrived, stuck itself up Chalcedon's tight hole and blew a load of
nearly 2,000 fresh settlers, most of them men. All of them needed farm
supplies, and that brought a lot of new people to our doorstep, if
temporarily. The first one was Terrence Bach.

Our trading post was a couple of pre-fab buildings fronting a highway that
was unpaved at that time about 100 miles from one of the main landing
fields in the southern hemisphere. It was connected to the restaurant we
also ran which was rarely open except in high traffic times. When settlers
arrived they'd usually be hauling ATVs, we called them slag-wagons, mounded
with the supplies they brought from the colony ships. When there were a lot
of people there at once they just parked the slag-wagons out in a big open
field across the highway. Our place wasn't designed to have overnight
guests but sometimes people camped in the field in front of their
slag-wagons before moving on the next day. Some of them would have journeys
of weeks ahead of them to get to their acreage and our family would be the
last people they would see for a long time.

One weekend right after the colony ship arrived our place was swamped with
newcomers. All 6 of us in the family (Todd was already gone, remember)
worked at the store or the restaurant night and day. There was an
hours-long line of customers at the trading post and me and Chase were busy
hauling bags of seed and fertilizer and other goods to fill their
orders. My mother and sisters were frying bacon, scrambling eggs and baking
biscuits for the restaurant. We were making tons of money. In the two weeks
after the colony ships arrived we made $200,000, most of it in small
bills. Thank God my father got the trading post concession. It was finally
paying off.

Anyway, one settler in the line was in worse shape than almost all the
others. He did not have a slag-wagon. He had a cart. Just a non-powered
wooden platform with wheels and his crap piled up on it covered with
plastic tarps. This dude was young for a settler, only 19. When I first saw
in him he had on mud-splattered dungaree pants and a T-shirt advertising
Magahinil (a heavy metal band). He had long red hair falling to his collar
that was kind of feathery on the sides and about a three-day growth of
beard. His eyes were big, brown and dreamy. (Redheads with naturally brown
eyes are extremely rare). I was attracted to him instantly. He had no wife,
no kids, was totally alone and had spent 13 months on the colony ship to
get here. When he got up to the counter he pulled a shopping list out of
the hip pocket of his dungarees and read it to us. He wanted several bags
of tristalk seed, lots of potatoes, horse collars, lanterns, lamp oil,
oats, two piglets and a dog. Me and Chase loaded all the shit he bought
onto his cart. I had his money, more than $500, in my pocket; my father did
not trust Chase with money. I asked the settler where his land was and he
said he had a deed to 25,000 acres just beyond McMahon's Gulch which was
more than 3500 miles away.

"Dude, how are you going to get there?"

"Oh, I've got a friend coming for me who's going to give me a ride. He'll
be along in a couple of days."

This guy, who said his name was Terry, was perfectly happy to camp for
however long it would take for his friend to come for him. The first two
nights he did camp, in a little pup tent. He ate at our restaurant once but
it was clear that after his big purchase of supplies he had no money left
and he ate packets of freeze dried food at his camp. After two days all of
the other settlers had moved on but Terry was still there, now the only
lonely camp in the middle of a huge field with trampled-down grass. I
convinced my mother to invite him up to our house. He insisted his friend
was still coming but was just delayed. Sure enough this beautiful specimen
of manhood was sitting at our dinner table, scarfing up chili with a spoon,
gnawing on my sister Tina's cornbread. About every other sentence he spoke
was him thanking us for being so generous, God bless us every one.

Mr. Bach, as my parents called him, was delightful company. He was from a
tiny speck called Rampus's Planet which I had never heard of. He was very
frank that he had an abusive father, his mother was an alcoholic, his
brother had been murdered by loan sharks and he decided to leave all that
and start a new life on Chalcedon. He said he hoped to settle down with a
nice girl but the insincere way he said this made me wonder and hope that
he was gay. During dinner my mother invited Mr. Bach to sleep in the loft
above the barn. I got chills at the thought because this was exactly the
same place where I first sucked Todd's dick. Before dinner was over I
happily volunteered to help Mr. Bach carry his supplies up there from his
cart.

It wasn't just the thought of the loft that excited me. The shower, I
thought, was an opportunity. There was no plumbing in the barn of
course. Adjoining the barn, though, my father had rigged up a compost
toilet and a shower stall that we used sometimes to wash off animals and
also if we were too dirty to come into the house without a rinse first. The
water was cold and it wasn't very private, but it was functional. I went
with Terry back to his cart and carried one of his bags back to the
barn. On the walk I was saying stuff like, "I bet you just want a nice
shower and to relax, huh?" We got to the loft and I said the water was
totally cold but I would get a kettle of warm water for him and some soap
and some towels. "Nah, it's all right, I won't put you to any trouble. I'll
get them in the morning." Rather desperately I said something like, "No!
It's no trouble at all! I'll go get them! And I'll show you how the spigot
works! It's rigged up wrong and you won't know how to work it without me!"
He just shrugged and laughed a little bit and said, "Um, okay, I guess I'll
shower now, then."

So I got towels, soap, an extra lantern and a kettle of warm water for
him. My heart was pounding at the thought that I might get to see him
naked. He still had everything on when I showed him how the spigot
worked. Of course it wasn't complicated at all. I was glancing around
desperately for any work I could do to justify staying close. Mr. Bach wore
an awkward smile. "Oh, well, thanks." I said yeah. He said "Yeah." I said
yeah again. Then he said, "You, um, going to leave?" I said yeah and
awkwardly turned away.

At that moment I saw there were some some mud chips on the concrete slab
not far from where the shower was that I could sweep up. This was the best
I could do. I stepped away, with my back turned, and headed slowly for
where the broom was standing up in the corner. The water started running. I
heard the splash of it against his back and the splatter on the
concrete. The thought that Mr. Bach was now completely naked and only 10 or
12 feet away was exciting. Still with my back turned I took the broom and
started sweeping. My idea was to "accidentally" turn around so I could see
him, in the guise of sweeping up the chips. I had to give myself a little
countdown. One...two...three!

Terry's body was amazing. He was on the lean side, not muscular, and after
all he'd been cooped up in steerage on a spaceship for over a year so his
skin was very pale. There were tattoos on his upper arms, one of them was
some sort of dragon or other mythological beast. He had a little bit of
blondish-red hair on the top of his chest but none on his abdomen. His long
red hair looked brown when it was wet and it was plastered against his bare
shoulders and back. All I could see of his groin was a mess of soap suds
before he turned away, putting his face under the shower spigot. His butt
cheeks were round and beautiful. His thighs, shins and calves were coated
with soft red hair. There was a carpet of freckles across the back of his
rounded shoulders.

I pretended to go back to sweeping but when I looked back, after he'd
turned a bit to the side, he caught me looking. At last I saw his
package. His penis was on the large side though not huge, hanging limply
down between his upper thighs. With its long closed foreskin it looked like
an anteater snout. The coldness of the water had made his balls pull up
toward his body. There was a modest amount of dark red hair in his
crotch. He looked at me awkwardly but there was no question that he knew I
was checking him out. Sadly the view lasted only a few seconds. He shut off
the water, reached for a towel and started to dry off, covering his groin
the first thing.

I kept sweeping for a while, and I kept my back turned as he put on his
underwear and his T-shirt. He didn't bother with the dungarees. I fetched
the kettle, soap and extra towel (he'd only used one of two I brought) and
put them in a neat pile. The show was over. He would go to bed and I would
have to go back to the house. This was maybe the saddest moment of my life
so far.

Then he spoke up. "Hey, Danny? Your name's Danny, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Danny, I could really use a beer. Could you find me one and bring it up to
me?" At this moment he was using a big thick hairbrush to comb out his long
wet hair. He winked. "Don't tell anyone. You already got all my money so I
can't pay for it. But if you'd find me a beer I'd be really grateful. I
haven't had a beer in six months."

I knew exactly where to get beer. The kitchen refrigerator in the
restaurant was stocked full of a cheap lager called Starshine. My mother
would never know one was missing. He went up to the loft, and I snuck in to
the restaurant. I had keys to every door on our property; my father didn't
trust Chase with keys either. I got a can of Starshine and went back to the
barn. It was getting dark and the crickets were chirping. As I mounted the
ladder to the loft the only light was the greenish light of Chalcedon's
three moons that were up that night and the soft orange glow of the lantern
Mr. Bach had taken up there.

Terry was amazingly happy to have a can of beer in his hands. He said, "I
could kiss you," and I wonder if he meant it literally. He was sitting on
the edge of the cot and he cracked open the pull tab and took several long
swallows. I wasn't sure where to be but I was damn sure I would not leave
until he threw me out. I sat on the floor beneath the foot of the cot,
knees up, arms around them.

Mr. Bach asked me how old I was. I told him, 15. He muttered something
like, "God help me" into his beer. Then he said, "You like looking at other
boys when they're naked, don't you?"

I turned bright red from embarrassment. But I said, "Yeah."

"Have you done things with guys? Tell me the absolute truth."

At this point I dared to hope that he might be convincing himself to do
something with me. I said, yeah, I have.

Then he told me to stand up and take my shirt off and raise my arms over my
head. I thought this was a really strange request but I did it. Then he
said, "Put your arms down. Put your right foot up on the edge of the cot,
right there." I did as I was told. I was wearing shorts and my right leg
was basically on display. He took the lantern, held it close to my exposed
calf and leaned in close, but he did not touch me. He must have been
thinking of the saying, "If there's grass on the field, play ball," because
I realized he was checking to see if I had hair under my arms and on my
legs. Thank God I did.

Mr. Bach set the lantern on the wooden floor and sat back on the cot, beer
can in hand. I sat on the foot of the bed. My heart was pounding and my
dick was throbbing so hard it was almost painful. I realized I was about 2
minutes away, if that, from the fuck of my young life.

This is what Terrence Bach said in as close to exact words as I can
remember 42 years later.

"Dan, I'm gonna call you Dan because it's more grown-up. You are a
beautiful young man and you've been so kind to me. I haven't had sex in 14
months. I'm going to a place where my only company will be farm robots, so
this chance won't come again. But I absolutely will not take anything from
you. I couldn't live with myself if I did that. I will only do what you've
already done with other people. So, Dan, you gotta be very clear and very
honest. What have you done?"

I answered unhesitatingly: "I sucked some dicks."

"More than one?"

"Yeah."

"Is that all?"

I was feeling embarrassment again. What I had done with my brothers was
very hard to talk about. I blushed again and hid my eyes. "No."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No, I want to." I remember laughing but it was a nervous awkward laugh. "I
got fucked."

"You mean a guy actually put his cock inside you? In your butt?"

I could not even answer verbally. With my elbow across my eyes, I nodded.

"Did he cum?"

I nodded again.

"Who did this to you?"

I laughed. "My brother."

"How did you feel about what he did?"

I was laughing but at the same time I was mortally embarrassed. And
incredibly excited. It took every ounce of courage I had to say: "I liked
it." I corrected myself: "I LOVED it."

Mr. Bach drank several swallows of beer, belched softly and asked, in a
perfectly normal tone of voice, "Is that what you want me to do with you
right now?"

"YES."

We got undressed. Terry blew out the lantern and we were together on the
cot, and he hugged me and ran his arms and his hands all over my naked body
and it felt incredibly warm and comforting and erotic. It was incredibly
liberating. With Chase it was always reluctant, but Terry really wanted me
and because he was not related, and not a fuck of convenience, it felt so
much more pure and more validating. His dick felt different. Chase's was
thick, short and stubby. Terry's penis was much longer and more evenly
proportioned. He laid me on my back and raised my legs up and he had some
kind of moisturizing lotion that we used as lube, but before he penetrated
me he kissed me and said, "Don't let me hurt you. If it hurts, tell me to
stop." It did hurt, a lot actually, but it was also wonderful at the same
time. I ran my hands through Terry's thick red hair. I felt the thin hair
on his chest which was a new experience; Chase was totally hairless. It
felt like a man was taking me for the first time instead of a boy. Terry
clenched his eyes shut as he pushed in and out of me. His lips were moving
and he was whispering something. It was indistinct at first but as he got
closer to orgasm I started to make it out.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou amongst
women..."

I wrapped my arms around his back as he approached climax. He came inside
me with a shudder and a groan. Feeling his warm seed in my ass was one of
the most beautiful feelings ever. He pulled out slowly which felt really
good. Gently he turned me over and masturbated me to a mind-shattering
orgasm. Then he lay next to me and we slept. In the middle of the night I
remember waking up, his arm was across my chest, and through the barn
skylight I could see the three smaller moons of Chalcedon which usually
appeared pink, they called them the Three Sisters, all lined up in perfect
formation, shining down on us. The cot smelled like cum, beer and
moisturizing lotion. This was, far and away, the greatest night of my life
so far.

The next day, unfortunately, was tragic, at least for me. Mr. Bach came to
breakfast in the morning and ate eggs, biscuits and gravy at the
restaurant. Every other sentence out of his mouth was thanks for our
generosity. God bless us every one. Then at mid-morning we saw the dusty
trail of a slag-wagon approaching on the highway, streaming two flags, one
the Earth flag, the other the flag of Texas. The slag-wagon had a steer's
horns bolted to the front grill. It was Mr. Bach's friend who had finally
arrived. He took him away, headed for McMahon's Gulch, and it was all over,
but I was very different than before he arrived.

I am so grateful to Chase. If he hadn't done that crazy drunken thing that
one night, Terry would never have done what he did, because he said he
would not do anything that someone else hadn't already done and I believe
that. This is why I say that my early experiences led to everything that
happened after. Terry was the gateway experience.

Whatever happened to Mr. Bach I do not know. Possibly he is still on
Chalcedon. No reliable census has ever been taken on that planet, so he
could still be there, I hope happily married and maybe the lord of millions
of acres. He's only four years older than I am, which would make him 61
years old today. I would like to think he is still out there somewhere, and
remembers our night together.

Much more to come.


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