Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2020 01:25:46 +0200
From: Dolphin Dan
Subject: Farm Planet Adventures (Part 7)

FARM PLANET ADVENTURES (7)

By Dolphin Dan

You already know that my brother Chase was destined for military
school. That winter after the Puritans came Chase had just turned 17 and
although the military academy was originally inflicted on him by my father
to "straighten him out" (at best) or as punishment (at worst) for being a
bad kid, as the months wore on Chase started to look forward to it and
eventually he was happy to go. He was supposed to go to Powhagan IV on a
liner that was due to call at St. Albans, the nearest spaceport to where we
lived. "Nearest" was relative, it was a 500 mile trip each way, on a planet
where there were almost no paved roads so it's not like a comparable drive
on Earth.

When it came time to take Chase to St. Albans to catch his ship my father
was deeply embroiled in the dispute with the Puritan church to get paid for
the scrip their settlers had spent at our trading post and restaurant,
eventually a bill worth $180,000. As you recall, I fucked the ass of one of
those Puritan settlers, Thomas, and was myself fucked in the ass by another
one of them, Rodrigo, in the same day. In any event my father didn't feel
like he could be away from the farm for the better part of a week so he
decided to send me. I would drive Chase to St. Albans in our family's
slag-wagon, which was basically a big ATV with a cabin that was marginally
habitable for a couple of days, if uncomfortable. My father was very clear
on my instructions: "You make sure Chase gets on that ship and don't start
back until you've seen the ship leave with him on board." I was pretty
young to be making a cross-country trip on my own in a slag-wagon but there
was really no other choice. Due to health reasons my mother could not make
the trip and my sisters were too young.

Though he would be given a uniform and cleaned up once he got to school on
Powhagan, my mother insisted that Chase "look nice and represent our
family" for the journey. She made him shave his blond hair to quarter-inch
military stubble and she made him a suit of clothes that resembled a
uniform, a navy blue tunic with gold buttons. I prepared for the trip
too. In addition to practicing driving the slag-wagon and reading the
manuals on makeshift repairs and such, I packed my own bag and also made
several mix tapes of my favorite songs, mainly for the 3 or 4 day trip back
home where I would be alone. I brought my dog-eared paperback copy of "1000
Fucks" and planned to masturbate myself raw on the way back. I also
wondered if it was possible to hook up with a guy while in St. Albans. Even
though he fucked me on one occasion when he was drunk, the thought of doing
anything sexual with Chase was gone from my mind. Once again he ended up
surprising me.

My mother took to her bed the day before we left. She wailed and sobbed and
prayed and was convinced she was saying goodbye to her son forever. She
begged my father to rescind his decision to send him to Powhagan, but he
wouldn't and in any event Chase now desperately wanted to go. She was
sleeping at dawn the next morning when my father helped us load up the
slag-wagon. It was snowing soft bluish flakes. On Chalcedon the snow was
mosty nitrogen which was why it rarely stuck. My father hugged Chase and
said, "Goodbye and God bless you." There were tears in his eyes and I
wondered if he too suspected this was a goodbye for life. We climbed up
into the cab, I fired up the nuclear generator and we were off. Neither of
us had left the farm since we arrived nearly three years ago.

The trip was boring and Chase wasn't much of a conversationalist. We
listened to music mostly. At night when we found a good place to stop we
would eat and then settle down to sleep in sleeping bags in the back cabin,
a space maybe six feet wide and eight feet long. On our last of three
nights we were eating before going to bed, sitting on our sleeping bags,
music playing. It was chilly and we were both in thermal underwear and
T-shirts. Our conversation was raunchy and dirty, we talked about whores
and tits and that sort of thing but nothing homoerotic. Then we switched
off the lamps and got into our sleeping bags.

"Dan?" I was surprised to hear Chase's voice in the darkness. "It, um, may
be a long time before I'm back." He said a few other things I don't
remember but had this same sort of vibe. I asked him flat out what he
wanted. He said, "Would you blow me one more time?"

I was flattered that he asked this, but also surprised. We had never talked
about the sex play that we did a few times before. At this point with my
sexual adventures I didn't need Chase anymore and didn't even really want
him, but if I could gain an advantage from it I'd do it. I said, sure, as
long as you agree to my price. He asked, what's that? I said casually, "Let
me buttfuck you and I'll do whatever you want."

"No way."

"Well, then, nothing doing. It's only fair, you know."

"What do you mean, fair?"

"You did it to me."

There was genuine shock in his voice as he said, "I did?"

"Oh, I knew it! You don't remember anything about it." I told him how he
fucked me and passed out that first night he got drunk, now the better part
of a year ago. At first he didn't believe it but I said, "Why did you wake
up in my bed, then?" He did remember this. He said he always thought he had
a wet dream that night but had no idea he actually did it with
me. Obviously he was embarrassed and there was no more talk of blow
jobs. We went to sleep and nothing happened.

We arrived at St. Albans in the morning. I was shocked how much it had
changed from the dusty spaceport it was when we came through 3 years
ago. There were now hotels, saloons, movie theaters, real estate offices
and banks. The passenger terminal was brand new and beautiful. The ship
that Chase was to board, called the Remptentia, was tied up at the gantry,
almost invisible from the ground in the clouds. We got to the ticket office
and learned that the ship had some kind of mechanical problem and its
sailing had been delayed until noon tomorrow. The spaceline was offering
all passengers a free night of accommodations on board so they wouldn't
have to get hotel rooms which were all full anyway.

Chase told me to start on back home, but I refused. I said that Dad had
told me to make sure he was on board and watch the ship leave, and I would
do that. The ticket officer gave me a visitor pass and strapped a plastic
wristband around my wrist. There was a button on it that would trigger an
alarm just before departure and alert security. This was so I couldn't stow
away aboard the ship.

Chase had a second class stateroom but it was far better than anything we
had traveled before, and incredible luxury compared to our farmhouse. There
were brass rails and polished panels of bird's-eye maple, a warm soft bed,
overstuffed chairs and a big-screen TV. We had not watched TV literally in
years. We were glued to it for hours and even ordered in burgers, fries and
Cokes from room service so we could keep watching during dinner. We
recognized almost none of the shows or movies that were popular now. The
only exception was a horror movie. At the time we left for Chalcedon a
slasher movie called "Maniac Killer" was in theaters. They had done several
sequels in the last few years and now they were on "Maniac Killer IV." We
watched it and it was terrible but still funny. My brother and I had never
spent time together like this before in our lives.

What was not fun or funny were the news reports we occasionally saw on the
TV. This was an election year in the Authority and it was very ugly. There
was a candidate running, a woman who promised to reform the whole Authority
government, and her opponent was a bull-faced man with a thick mustache who
warned that if she was elected there would be riots and violence throughout
the Authority. Already there were fights and riots breaking out on various
planets. The issue had something to do with the autonomy of the
colonies. This was the first time in my life I had any interest in what was
happening out in the broader universe.

Toward the end of the evening we were just laying on the floor watching TV
and Chase said, "Does it hurt?" I asked him what he meant and he said
"Getting fucked." Instantly I knew he was reconsidering my proposal. I told
him yeah, but that's not the main thing. It hurts but it feels good at the
same time, especially when your guy cums. I was sure to add this because I
didn't want him trying stupid "don't cum in me" shit. My dick was starting
to stir in my underwear. He reached for the TV remote and switched it
off. He said, if I let you do it, can I do it to you? "Yeah, that's the
best way. Even trade." I got up and went into the bathroom, not even trying
to hide the bulge in the front of my thermal underwear. There was a bottle
of oil among the toiletries above the sink. I approached the bed and Chase
took off his T-shirt and his thermal pajama pants and threw them on the
floor. He left a little night light burning but that was the only light. I
stripped and we got into bed naked.

It was awkward but still hot. I tried to go slowly and be as gentle as
possible. I proceeded a lot like the way I had done Thomas, the Puritan boy
who I knew had never had sex before. I gave Chase a nice back rub with the
oil and gradually worked my way down to his butt. He spread his legs for me
and I started oiling up his crack and let my fingers begin to slip inside
him. He grunted when I put my whole middle finger up him all the way to the
knuckle. My cock was throbbing hard. I oiled it up, spread Chase's anus
open with my thumb and forefinger and then gently pushed inside
him. Chase's butt felt tight and smooth. I started thrusting but extremely
gently but gradually I picked up speed. The immense feeling of pleasure
blossomed out of my penis and into all parts of my body. I couldn't help
moaning as I approached orgasm. I don't usually talk during sex but I
started whispering. "Uggh...oh God...Chase honey I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna
cum, buddy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" I exploded inside of him. It was so
intense I basically blacked out for a couple of seconds. My senses came
back to me and I slowly pulled my dick out of him and fell into a heap on
my right side. He never said a thing.

We rested for about ten minutes and then Chase gently took my hand and put
it down on his crotch. His dick was as I remembered it, short but thick. It
seemed much bigger than I remembered it last time and hard as steel. I
gently stroked his penis and with my other hand I played with his balls. He
groaned a little bit. I felt him all over, his chest, his arms, his
stomach, his butt cheeks that were still oily, and I squeezed his nipples
gently which really seemed to turn him on. Finally I got on my stomach and
handed him the bottle of oil. He went slow too, taking a long time to oil
me up and himself. When he entered me his thick penis stretched my hole to
the limit but it still felt good. He made an almost dog-like growling
sound. He started humping me, again slow at first but then faster. His
balls slapped against my butt. By the end he was grunting with each stroke
and I knew he was feeling good. He sped up and was almost gasping, "Uh! Uh!
Uh!" His dickhead burst open and he shot what felt like a flood tide of his
seed into my ass. He flopped down onto my back. I could feel sweat coating
his chest which was still heaving. He crawled off of me and the absence of
his thick dick from my bowel almost ached with emptiness. I got up, went
into the bathroom and brought back a towel and we both cleaned up.

It got very awkward in the minutes after the buttfuck. Chase still didn't
say anything and I didn't know whether he was ashamed, whether he regretted
it or wanted to pretend it didn't happen. After a long time though he said,
just very softly, "That was fucking amazing." I smiled and suddenly felt
like I was on top of the world. I had shared something very intimate with
my brother and it brought us closer together. He squirmed closer to me and
put his arms around me. It sounds corny but this was almost better than the
sex. Going to sleep in his arms was warm and comforting.

We were awakened in the morning by the ring of the phone. The ticket office
was calling to make sure I was getting off the ship because it was an hour
from sailing. Chase and I had a very hasty breakfast in the second class
galley, which was very good, bacon, eggs and fresh baked bread. We said
goodbye just at the entrance to the gangplank. I do not ever remember Chase
hugging me before but he gave me a hug that time and he said, "Take care of
yourself, bro." I walked off the gangplank, the steward took the stowaway
wristband off, and I went down in the gantry elevator. I watched from the
parking lot as the ship's thrusters fired up and it began to ascend into
the sky which was now clear. I watched until it became a silvery speck and
eventually disappeared. I wiped some tears out of my eyes because it was a
very sad moment. I found a phone at the spaceport, called home, told my
mother that Chase had gone off all right, and then I went back to the
slag-wagon to start the three day trip home.

I never saw Chase in person again. We heard from him, and there's the
matter of a very important letter that he sent me which literally saved my
life, but he never returned to Chalcedon and no one in our family ever saw
him again. He was killed in the war, one of millions of young men whose
lives were totally wasted in that conflict. In one moral sense it was
probably wrong what we did but I don't regret it and I especially don't
regret that we parted this way. I will remember him until my dying day,
which probably isn't too far off.

More to come...



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