Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2020 01:59:21 +0200
From: Dolphin Dan
Subject: Farm Planet Adventures (part 5)

FARM PLANET ADVENTURES (5)

By Dolphin Dan

The big haul that our family made when the colony ship arrived at the end
of my second summer on Chalcedon came at exactly the right time. It enabled
my father to hire some hands for the harvest season which was coming up. To
hire hands to live on site temporarily he had to build quarters for
them. They were pre-fab modules, like everything else, that my dad just
took from the supply stock of the store and paid for. There was a major
settlement about 500 miles away called St. Albans. My father advertised
jobs there, and just before harvest three temporary workers came: Charles,
Kenny and Mauricio. They would be on our property for three weeks helping
us deploy the robots and get the harvest in.

Charles and Kenny were completely forgettable and I can't even remember
what they looked like. Mauricio, though, was quite cute. He had black hair
which he usually wore under a backwards trucker's cap, he had broad
shoulders, a wispy little thin mustache and goatee and really beautiful
hazel eyes. I wondered what he looked like with his shirt off and how big
his dick was. The first night he was there I ate with him at the
restaurant. He had been on Chalcedon just as long as we had, he came on the
same ship but we never met. He'd left his father's farm after a
disagreement over politics. Mauricio was 18, I was 15. We talked about
movies and video games. Neither of us had seen a movie in 2 1/2 years. You
get isolated on a place like Chalcedon.

I liked Mauricio. It's not fair to say I fell in love or even had a crush,
but it was more like I decided that Mauricio was agreeable, and worth a try
to see if he'd put out. I wasn't going to use a bunch of maneuvers either,
I was just going to ask him straight out, but the time had to be right.

When the harvest started, we worked, and I mean hard. It was not just the
hired help but everybody, we were up an hour before dawn and worked
ourselves to the bone until an hour after sunset. My father had planted so
much acreage that it was all we could do to keep the drones flying to
survey the harvest, and then follow in the wake of the reaper bots with
baskets to catch the crop. For the first few days everybody was so
exhausted by evening that we all just crashed into bed. Only in the second
week, the workload it began to lighten just a bit, was there any chance for
anything else.

By this time, fall of our second year, I functioned as my father's
foreman. Though he was older than me my brother Chase was totally
untrustworthy and my dad had already signed the papers and paid the tuition
to send him to military school on planet Powhagan IV, but it would take a
ship 4 months to get to Chalcedon to pick up Chase and another 3 months to
ferry him to Powhagan in time to begin the next semester. Long story short,
by this time I had free reign of the farm, I could go where I wanted and
never be missed at the house. I had also taken over the barn loft room
where my eldest brother Todd had once lived and where Terry Bach had fucked
me. By this time I was a lanky 15 year old with dark brown hair down to my
shoulders and a kind of swagger to my step. People also said my blue eyes
were very pretty. My dick was completely average sized for my age. Nothing
special, but I made the best of what I had.

After dinner the hired hands usually went back to their quarters. I went
there one evening and found Mauricio sitting outside his little module,
drinking a beer and playing guitar. He said hi and I sat down. We talked,
he played and eventually sang. He had a beautiful singing voice and he sang
some old Spanish seafaring song. This was one of the last warm nights of
the season. The landscape was so empty, just acres and acres of farm fields
stretching out as far as the eye could see. I remember saying, "This planet
is so lonely," in the hopes of starting a conversation that might lead to
the topic of sex. It did pretty quickly. He said, there's no one to fuck on
this planet. I told him if he needed to get off I'd give him a blow
job. I'd do more than that if he wanted, on the condition that it was
mutual. It wasn't a gay thing, I said, just two guys trying to help each
other get off. (It very much was a gay thing for me but he didn't need to
know that).

After a little while Mauricio put his guitar down, got up from the chair
and opened the door to his module and he said, "Come on in." It was that
casual. I said no, not here. I have a loft up in the barn. No one will see
or hear us. He took his beer and his guitar with him and we walked to the
barn. I lit the lantern and we went up the ladder to my loft. I had a real
bed up there (not a cot like there had been before), a desk, my video game
console, curtains, everything. It was cozy. I took off my shirt and my
shoes. Mauricio sat on the edge of my bed, kicked off his shoes, finished
his beer and sang another song that was really beautiful. He leaned the
guitar up against the wall, stripped off his shirt and started unbuttoning
the dungaree pants he was wearing. He asked me if I had any "slick stuff"
like oil or lotion or something. He wasn't going to waste time with blow
jobs, he wanted to jump right to anal! I produced a bottle of moisturizing
oil. I gave it to him, slid off my shorts and my underwear and got onto the
bed naked. I lay down on my stomach, looking over my shoulder at him in the
dim orange lantern light.

Mauricio was dreamy. His chest was smooth as glass from neck to navel. He
was wearing plaid boxer shorts and when he stripped them off I saw his
dick. It was on the large side, not huge by any means, but better than 7",
definitely bigger than anything I'd taken before. He was already hard. He
rubbed some of the glistening oil between his palms and then started
rolling his cock between them. He got onto the bed in a kneeling position,
his knees on each side of my hips. My heart was pounding but I tried to
pretend like this was casual. He dribbled oil on my butt crack. I laughed
because it was cold and tickled at first. Then he stuck the end of the oil
bottle into my anus and squirted some up it. The shock of the sudden cold
made me jump but it warmed up quickly. I asked him, have you ever done this
before? He said no, but "How hard can it be?" We both laughed at that.

He knelt over me, slapped his dick against my butt cheek, and then aimed
himself at my hole. When I felt his dickhead enter me, spreading my hole
open, I drew in a sharp breath from the pain but the more he went in the
better it started to feel. He pushed into me slowly. When he was about
halfway in he said, "You okay?" and I said yeah, it's good. Do the rest. So
he went all the way. I couldn't believe I had such a big guy all the way
inside me but there it was. Yeah, it hurt, but the fullness and warmness of
Mauricio inside me was wonderful.

He started pumping. I moved my hips to help the rhythm, and I grabbed my
pillow and put it under my chin, folded my arms on top of them and laid my
head down on my arms. The bed creaked slightly as he moved. At first he was
very quiet but then he started whispering little things, just "Umm" and
"Uhh" at first, but I heard a couple of Spanish cursewords as well. After
he'd been fucking me for maybe two minutes something suddenly clicked and
he got really into it. He moaned. He was panting and pumping faster and
faster. He grabbed my shoulders, groaned, smashed his hips against my ass
several more times and then exploded inside me. His whole body quivered,
then went limp.

We shared a towel to clean ourselves up. Then Mauricio handed me the bottle
of oil and got on my bed on his stomach, in exactly the same position I'd
been in, and spread his legs. He even grabbed my pillow the same way and
folded his arms over it. I suddenly realized that I was about to be on the
delivery end of anal sex for the first time. I was excited and a bit
nervous at the same time but I thought, he just showed me how to do it, and
he never did it before either. So I did what he did. I greased up my cock
with the moisturizing oil. I stuck the end of the bottle in Mauricio's ass
and squeezed. He jumped exactly like I did. I slapped my dick on his
butt. Then I tried finding his hole. It was more awkward for me because I
was smaller. Eventually Mauricio reached behind himself and helped me. I
entered him. My dick was enveloped in a smooth, warm tightness. He winced
and drew in his breath. I think he was not prepared for the pain. But he
was a sport about it. I told him, "Try relaxing as much as you can." It
went way better after that.

In the next few minutes I discovered a new realm of sex, and I understood
how the male ass is the most perfectly designed engine of pleasure in all
of God's creation. As I fucked Mauricio I completely lost control of
myself. My penis was totally in charge. I arrived at the precipice of an
orgasm so intense that my 15-year-old brain simply couldn't handle it. He
moaned a little bit as I shot my load into him. I came so hard I half
expected my cum was going to spurt out of his nose. I'd like to think he
enjoyed it more than he expected he would. He acted like he did. I pulled
out of him, he reached for the towel again and he said something in Spanish
that I couldn't understand but it sounded nice.

Still, this whole thing was "just two guys helping each other get off." We
did not hug each other. We never kissed. Despite how much I liked him there
was no affection between us. Mauricio cleaned himself up, put his clothes
back on and reached for his guitar. He did say, "Thanks!" just before he
went down the ladder and I said, "Any time." We both had work in the
morning and we would be up before dawn.

Mauricio did not come to me that night, but the next evening after that I
saw him in the restaurant where he was eating with Charles and Kenny. I was
just there to collect money from the till and count it and report the
night's tally to my father so he could enter it in his account
ledger. Mauricio came up to the register, ostensibly to grab a
toothpick. He said, "You want to come by my place tonight, hang out?" I
said, "I sure do." He smiled and went back to his table. That night was
almost an exact duplicate of our first encounter. We came in each other's
butts and we both enjoyed it, but we never kissed or spoke words that went
beyond what Platonic friends would have said to each other.

All in all, I think Mauricio and I had sex eight or nine times over the
next two weeks. It always happened in the barn loft. It was always anal, he
apparently had no interest in anything else. Usually when he got to my
place he sang and played the guitar before we got down to business and I
learned a couple of those Spanish seafaring songs. Eventually, though,
harvest was over and it was time for the temporary help to leave. The
weather had gotten much colder and there were frosty nights, and it was
getting hard to sleep in the loft, as I found out when I woke up one night
about 3AM chilled to the bone and able to see my breath. I knew I would
have to return to the farmhouse soon. As a practical matter that meant the
end of sex for a while. But I was glad and grateful I had these
experiences.

I don't even remember the last time I saw Mauricio. One morning at the end
of harvest we got up and the hired hands were gone, back to St. Albans,
having packed up and left before dawn after my father paid them. Like so
many others on that planet I never saw, spoke to him or heard anything of
Mauricio ever again. Wherever he ended up I hope he found happiness.

More to come...


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