Date: Thu, 2 Apr 2020 18:37:16 +0200
From: Dolphin Dan
Subject: Farm Planet Adventures (part 6)

FARM PLANET ADVENTURES (6)

By Dolphin Dan

About a month after the harvest where I hooked up with Mauricio, the hired
help, I had a "double header." A smaller colony ship visited Chalcedon II,
bringing only 500 or so new settlers, and they were all (or mostly)
Puritans. They had been thrown off some other planet for their religious
extremism and so came here. When we heard they were coming, only a week or
so advance warning, my father reacted negatively. He hated Puritans and
thought they were heretics. Also we were told they would not have
cash. Their central church, located several systems away, gave them all
scrip which they would spend for purchases and the church would redeem the
scrip later in one lump sum. Because of this inconvenience my father
decided to charge them an additional 15% on anything they bought.

I thought that with a ship full of Puritans my chances of getting laid out
of this batch were zero. I was wrong, twice in the same day.

The weather had gotten chilly and when the settlers came with their
slag-wagons they would, for the most part, have to camp inside of them just
because it was too cold to pitch tents outside. Because these would be
cramped and uncomfortable conditions my mother took mercy and converted the
barn temporarily into a big sleeping dormitory where some families with
small children or others could sleep for a night or so without having to be
cramped up in their wagons. I had been sleeping in the house since the
weather got cold, but now I went back to the loft, decked out with space
heaters to make it habitable, and I would be sort of the "manager" of the
barn.

The Puritans didn't look like Thanksgiving Pilgrims, but they did dress
alike. The men wore black button-up shirts, black work pants and cheap
black sports coats with thin lapels. The women wore black skirts and plain
blouses. All of them, male and female, wore identical pairs of black work
boots cheaply manufactured on Pykon III. They weren't supposed to drink,
smoke, swear, jack off, watch movies, sing, dance or consume caffiene or
refined sugar. And when they came and started camping, filling up the
restaurant and shopping at the trading post they could barely conceal their
contempt for us.

That morning they arrived I was doing duty at the trading post. This one
man bought a bunch of seed and stuff and sent his son back to the supply
room to get it. It was clear the son wasn't really with the program. He was
about 14. He had on the Puritan black work pants and cheap boots, but he
was wearing a mock jersey for a hockey team and his blondish hair was long
in the back, a sort of mullet. Long hair on men was a major taboo among
Puritans. He had really pretty blue eyes and a nice butt. As I loaded bags
of seed, soil and other supplies on his cart I said something like, "You
stand out," or "Looks like you're different." He immediately started
talking shit about the Puritan colony, said he hated them and was going to
move off this planet as soon as he could but his father wouldn't let him go
until he was 16. His name was Thomas. I told him that as soon as he
finished loading his supplies he should go see my mother and ask to sleep
in the barn that night and he could at least spend a night away from his
family. Only then did I introduce myself. He was grateful. "Thanks, man! I
owe you!" I wasn't necessarily thinking about sex though the thought
crossed my mind.

Within 20 minutes of meeting Thomas I had another encounter in the
restaurant. It was full of Puritans, most of them very reserved, but a kind
of scene broke out at this one table. A woman, young (maybe 20?), very
severe and sour looking, and very pregnant, started shouting at her
husband. He had done or said something that displeased her and she started
shouting at him, in front of everybody, "Rodrigo Amiel, you have the devil
inside you!" The man who was in his mid 20s just sat there at the table and
cringed. He was Asian. Since he was Asian with a Spanish name I figured he
was Filipino. The woman stormed out. In addition to being pregnant she also
had a young toddler with her. When the man came to pay his check (with
worthless Puritan church scrip) I pushed my sister Tina away from the
register and told her I'd take care of this customer. He was cute. He had
dark eyes set far apart, a little dusting of mustache and goatee (most of
the Puritans were clean-shaven) and he seemed well built. Again I wasn't
even thinking of sex but I just wanted to talk to him.

As I rang up his check I said something like "She's a handful." He
apologized for making a scene. I told him that if he needed a break from
her my mother would be happy to put up his wife and kid in the barn while
they were here. He thanked me. I also said if he needed anything else come
find me. I don't even know what I meant by this except I wanted him to
remember me.

I converted the Thomas opportunity almost without any effort. In the late
afternoon he showed up at the barn with a sleeping bag and knapsack. We (my
mother, sisters and I) were bringing supplies to the barn dormitory and
organizing everything. I went up to him and said, I've got a room
upstairs. I've got video games and Coke if you want it. I'll take you up
there, just let me get everybody settled here. About an hour later there
was a lull and I came back and got him. I gave him a bottle of Coke and he
went for the video game console the first thing. By this time I had a
whopping total of three video games in my collection but he hadn't played
any of them. I had a Coke too, and sat there as he played, the coils of the
space heaters glowing dull orange in the dimness. I started my little
"elevator speech" about how lonely this planet was, etc. I said once he
left the trading post tomorrow he probably wouldn't get laid until he left
this planet. Thomas looked at me skeptically and he said, "What're you
saying?" I asked him point blank if he'd let me suck his dick.

It was chilly in the room so we didn't get fully naked. Thomas unzipped his
pants and pulled down his underwear which was standard issue plain white
briefs. I got down on my knees on the floor and we were up close next to
one of the space heaters. His dick was small for his age, not quite five
inches. This meant I was able to deep throat him easily. I was even able to
slip my lips over his balls and take them into my mouth. This made him moan
like crazy. He ran his fingers through my hair. Toward the end Thomas
grabbed my ears and started pounding my head against him. "Oh! Yeah! Yeah!
Unggh! Ooof! Unggh!" His penis grew super hard in my mouth, I pulled him
about halfway out and drew my tongue along the bottom of his dickhead. He
shot five or six small salty spurts of cum on my tongue. He fell backwards
onto my bed, chest heaving, his little dick already slackening, wet with my
spit. I swallowed his cum, stood up, unzipped my pants and took my dick out
of my underwear. I stroked it a few times and let go. I wanted to save my
ejaculation for later. I thought I had a fair chance of being able to blow
a load in Thomas's mouth or maybe even his butt if I was lucky. I put my
piece back in my pants and I told him he could stay up here and play with
my video game console as long as he wanted, but I'd be back later and he'd
better be ready for me. I also said, "You owe me something."

I had told my mother about the fight Mr. Amiel had with his wife in the
restaurant. She did what I hoped and expected: she invited him to dinner,
without his family, at our house. My parents were keen to sow a little
discord in the Puritan camp so that was part of it. Over dinner Rodrigo
told us about himself and his background. He was 26 and indeed Filipino,
born in Manila. He had a lot of problems with the Puritan ways, but
reforming the community from within, he said, was the best hope for
change. He didn't say it in so many words but I caught on that he didn't
love Marguerite (his wife) but was forced to marry her because he shot his
cum in her and knocked her up.

After dinner I walked with Mr. Amiel toward his slag-wagon parked in the
big field across from our property, on the pretense of carrying his
knapsack or some more supplies or something. In reality I wanted to know
which slag-wagon was his and where it was parked. On the walk he told me
that he already knew coming to this planet was the biggest mistake of his
life and he would regret it forever. I said, "There's nothing I can do for
you after you leave here. But if you need to be with someone tonight, other
than your wife, you can be with me." He looked at me askance, a little
shocked, and he asked me how old I was. I lied and told him I was 17. He
shook his head and said no, I can't do that. I told him this was his last
chance, maybe for years. He said thanks but no thanks. I was prepared to
accept this, but I told him I'd come back to his wagon later after it was
dark and check on him. He agreed.

I went back to the loft in the barn. Thomas was still playing video
games. I had brought him another Coke. Continuing the conversation from
before, he said, what do I owe you? I told him to take off his clothes and
get under the covers. I got naked and joined him. I made sure my bottle of
moisturizing oil was in reach. We didn't kiss but we cuddled and I ran my
hands all over his body. I told him I was going to give him a massage and
he should get on his stomach. I started rubbing oil on my hands and on his
shoulders. I enjoyed giving him a back rub as much as he enjoyed receiving
it. I sat on his hips which meant my dick, rock hard, was pressed into his
butt crack. I kept massaging, down further, his lower back, the very base
of his spine, and finally his butt. I kept waiting for him to stop me but
he never did. I rubbed oil deeply into his buttocks and then spread his
thighs apart. I got my fingers oiled up and inserted one into his
butthole. He winced but I told him to relax. Finally he said, "Hey man I'm
not sure about this." I told him I'd stop if he wanted, but then I
flattered him and said he was really cute and it would feel good and he
might like it. As I said this I was oiling up my dick. He said, "Okay, but
don't cum inside me." I agreed, but my brother Todd had taught me how much
value promises like this had.

I won't say Thomas was a great fuck but he was decent. (He was no
Mauricio!) I broke my promise and ejaculated inside him but he didn't
object or even say anything. When it was over I gave him a towel to clean
up, and then I reached under the covers and started gently playing with his
balls. He got hard. He lay on his back with his hands clasped behind his
head and I went down under the covers and took his small penis in my mouth
for a second time. This was a quiet blow job. He didn't moan or grunt but
just sighed softly as he let loose into my mouth. The orgasm from a few
hours ago had depleted him and he came in only a few small weak spurts but
I think he enjoyed it. We lay together for a little while afterwards, then
got up and started putting our clothes back on. He took the Coke I'd
brought him. Just before he went down the ladder I said that I hoped he
would get off this planet soon. "Thanks. God bless."

I didn't think it was real likely that I'd have sex with Rodrigo but if we
did do anything I didn't want him to smell either another boy's cum or the
moisturizing lotion on me. I went down to the showers in the vestibule of
the barn, where Terrence Bach and I had first glommed onto each
other. Showering was unpleasant because it was so chilly and the water was
cold but I cleaned up the best I could. I put on fresh clothes, including
my winter parka for the first time that season, took a lantern and made the
trek in the cold whistling wind toward the slag-wagons parked in the
field. I was rather pleased with myself: I had separated each of Thomas and
Rodriguo from their families and thus got them in a position where I could
have my way with them, if they would play along. It was easy to seduce men
on that planet because the "this could be your last chance to get laid for
years" was so obviously true.

A dim light was burning in the cockpit of Rodrigo's slag-wagon. I climbed
up on the step and knocked on the window. He looked up at me, somewhat
surprised to see me, and opened the hatch. The cockpit was about the size
of the interior of a large van. Some dim nuclear lights glowed and the
control panel was also glowing. I took my jacket off and asked if he was
doing ok. He sat in the co-driver's seat, a cup of something (decaf tea?)
in hand. His button-down shirt was unbuttoned to the third or fourth button
exposing his chest which was mostly hairless. "I'm trying to make sense of
everything," he said.

We had a surprisingly adult conversation. I said if he was unhappy with his
wife and didn't want to be here he should leave. He told me he couldn't do
that. His wife and son were dependent on him and there was another on the
way. This was where they had chosen to make a life.

He asked me, you sleep with a lot of men who come through here, don't you?
I said, not a lot, but a few. I'm lonely too. This is a terrible place to
grow up.

He leaned over and kissed me. We spent about the next five or ten minutes
making out and it was surprisingly tender as well as hot. Little by little
he let me do more to him without resisting, like unbuttoning his shirt the
rest of the way, unbuttoning his pants, and feeling his hardening dick
through his underwear. Whoever outfitted the Puritans had a great racket
going because Rodrigo had exactly the same boring white briefs that Thomas
wore, except a larger size. I reached inside and took the head of Rodrigo's
penis and pulled it out the fly of his briefs. I started masturbating
him. He stopped me, then took me by the hand behind the main cockpit and
into the space behind it which had benches that doubled as beds. He laid me
down on one of them and began undressing me gently.

I had brought the bottle of moisturizing oil in the pocket of my parka. He
oiled up my hole, then himself, and entered me gently. I was on my back
with my legs up. He was very, very gentle. It just barely hurt and was
undoubtedly the most pleasurable experience of anal sex on the receiving
end that I'd had so far. Part of me couldn't believe he was doing this. In
later years when I thought about it I think he was grasping for any kind of
escape from the miserable life with his devout wife.

Soon he was panting. I felt his warm rod sliding in and out of me. I knew
he was going to cum, so I drew my arms up around his back and smiled and
groaned contentedly. He shot a gigantic load into my ass but it felt
wonderful. I thought about whether his wife felt pleasure when he fucked
her. The pleasure of married love was supposed to be holy, but did the
Puritans believe that? What a shame if they didn't. Thank God somebody
enjoyed this man's sex. That somebody, that night, was me.

I lay with him a while but eventually he got up and went to the cockpit. As
I got dressed I heard him crying softly and part of me felt very guilty. It
was certainly his choice to fuck me, but in a way I had taken advantage of
his situation. I put my shoes back on and lit the lantern and sat in the
driver's seat across from him. He took my hands and he said, "You go have a
good life, Dan. Don't be like me. You still have a choice." Those were the
last words spoken between us. I crawled out of the hatch, down the ladder
and started back toward the barn in the cold whining wind.

The next day the Puritans left, every single one of them. Thomas was gone,
Rodrigo Amiel was gone, the slag-wagons were gone, the barn was empty and
it was all over. It felt lonelier than before. The Puritan church dragged
their feet on redeeming the scrip, but when my father threatened to sue
them, they paid in full, including the 15% premium he'd charged the
Puritans for everything they bought. I thought he took advantage of them,
but I had also done that in my own way. Despite my sexual adventures I
started to want to get out of here myself.

More to come...



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