Date: Sat, 11 Apr 2020 20:27:25 +0200
From: Dolphin Dan
Subject: Farm Planet Adventures (part 9)

FARM PLANET ADVENTURES (9)

By Dolphin Dan


Over the next year after Chase went away to school I had sex with several
men who came through our farm and trading post. Colony ships were now
visiting much more frequently and more and more settlers were coming to
Chalcedon. It was still lonely, but at least less lonely than it was
before. This period happened when I was 15 and 16, mostly 16.

There was a guy named Steve who was close to my age. It was very much like
my hook-up with Thomas a couple of months before. His family arrived on a
ship and I met him at the store. He wasn't a Puritan thank God. He had
dishwater blond hair, glasses and a nice butt, he wore tight jeans. We had
a couple of short conversations and honestly I don't even remember how we
got to a mutual agreement on sex (this was 40 years ago). I took him to the
temporary quarters that my father had built for harvest employees. These
were like very Spartan motel rooms, but they had a bed, a bathroom area, a
closet and carpet. We got into the room and Steve told me to take off my
clothes. He grabbed me and threw me face down onto the bed. He took off his
pants and pulled down his underwear. His dick was throbbing hard and I felt
it against my butt cheeks. He plugged it in to me, it hurt, but still felt
good. Steve had been on the colony ship for 14 months and he seemed
desperate for sex. When he got his dick into me he said, "Awww yeah," and
he kept repeating that as he pumped on me, "Aww yeah, aww yeah, aww yeah!"
He started saying, "Oh Susan. Oh God, Susan, I'm gonna cum in your pussy,
oh yeah..." I never knew who Susan was. He groaned really loud and shot his
hot load into my bowel. It was off putting that he was thinking of this
Susan chick as he fucked me, but at least I got a guy's dick in my butt and
it was pretty hot. We slept together that night, but he left in the morning
and that was the end of it.

The next ship that arrived, it was about 2 months later, a guy was on it
who knew who I was. This man was named Ryan and he was in his
mid-20s. Obviously gay, he wore cargo shorts, a tank top T-shirt, and his
body was buff, a gym rat, and his hair was perfectly coiffed. He came up to
me at the store, in the back room where we filled the orders, and he said,
"Are you the kid who sucks dick?" Without hesitation I said, yes I was. I
asked him if he had a slag-wagon and he said yes. He gave me the number of
it and told me where it was parked and I said I would come to him at 8:30
PM, that was after dinner was over and chores would be finished.

It was raining softly this night. I took a lantern and went out to the
field where the slag-wagons were parked. I knocked on the window and he
opened the hatch. Ryan was drinking and offered me some brandy, which I had
a little of. He said he had been on the colony ship for 9 months with no
sex. There was a bed in the back space of the slag-wagon, and I took my
clothes off and got under the covers. Ryan stripped naked and he stood at
the edge of the bed, his hard penis throbbing. I got to the edge of the bed
and put my hands on his ass cheeks and guided him toward me, taking his
rock-hard cock into my mouth. I sucked him for about 5 minutes. He came in
my mouth and I swallowed his cum.

I slept in his bed in the slag-wagon, and in the middle of the night I woke
up and felt him kissing me under my neck and I could feel his hard cock
pulsing against my thigh. I lay totally still. He had a bottle of oil, he
squirted some into his hands, greased up his dick and started smearing oil
into my butt crack. Ryan pushed his oil-slick cock into me and groaned. It
felt really good. I didn't make a sound as he fucked the hell out of me. He
grunted loudly as he reached orgasm and shot his burning load into my
ass. He pulled out, leaving a warm trail of sperm and lube across my right
butt cheek. Then he reached under me and started stroking my cock. I moaned
and squirmed as he masturbated me. I came all over his hand and he wiped my
own cum on my back and my shoulders. Then he slapped my bare ass, two or
three times, hard enough to leave red handprints on my butt, and he said,
"You liked that, didn't you, you little whore?" I said, "Yes, sir," and
made sure my body went totally limp in submission to him. We slept. I got
up and left his bed and the slag-wagon at about 5:00 AM the next morning. I
never saw him again.

Honestly about this time my sexual activities started to become kind of
empty and even boring. It was much less challenging to get sex nowadays and
the mystique wore off. I felt absolutely nothing for either Steve or Ryan
or really any of the random men who had come through. Almost all of my
experiences were one-night stands, and I was starting to get lonely for a
real relationship which there was still no chance of.

There was one more I remember and that was Te Ana. He came on a ship toward
the beginning of fall. He was a huge guy of Maori descent, had long curly
dark hair, blue tattoos on his lower lips and face (and elsewhere on his
body, I was to find out), probably pushing 250 pounds but quite solid. He
was in his early 30s. He seemed out of place among the ragtag settlers most
of whom were young white people. The way I found out he liked men was a
weird coincidence. My sister Mollie, now 13, who worked in our family owned
restaurant had been down for a few days with a cough and so in addition to
working at the store I also helped out at the restaurant, filling in for
Mollie. This big Maori guy carried around a little leather bound
notebook. When he finished his meal he left it at the table and I knocked
it off the table as I was cleaning up his dishes. It fell to the floor and
fell open and there were pages of drawings involving naked men, shirtless
men, pictures of dicks and balls, even an erect penis sliding into a
butthole. Many of the drawings, or partial drawings, of men had tattoo
designs on them that looked like the real tattoos on this man, so I knew it
was his. I kept the book for a little while until I was finished at the
restaurant and went back to the trading post. I saw the Maori in line and I
went up to him and handed him his book back. I whispered to him (I had to
lean upwards, he was tall) that I had seen his book and "I like that stuff
too," and if he was interested he should meet me at the restaurant at 5:30
PM.

He was there of course. 5:30 was the time of my break. I had 15 minutes to
seduce him. We had coffee, made from really good beans my mother imported
from planet Kamus II. He told me his name was Te Ana and he had worked his
way to Chalcedon on tramp steamers and such. I told him he was one of many
men who came through here, usually on one day only, and if he wanted it
this was his chance. I told him about the quarters for the hired hands
which were vacant. We met there at 8:30.

It was different with Te Ana because he knew exactly what he wanted. He was
a fucking huge guy, both his body which was very stocky and his penis which
was thick and long. There was a pattern of very beautiful blue tattoos in
elegant whorl and geometric shapes across the back of his broad
shoulders. He sucked me first. I stood in front of him, naked, at parade
rest and he knelt in front of me. He felt my hardening dick and slack balls
with his hands, deeply caressed and massaged every inch of my genitals,
groin, butt and inner thighs. Then he took me into his mouth, deep throat,
and took my balls in his mouth too. It was heavenly and almost like no
other orgasm I'd ever had. He plunged his fingers into my butthole just as
I came. Then he picked me up bodily, put me down on the bed, set me up on
all fours and slapped my butt gently to compel me to assume the position he
wanted. I complied. He got on the bed on his knees behind me, slicked up
his throbbing penis with his spit, opened my hole with his thumb and
forefinger and thrust inside me. He fucked me doggy style, keeping hold of
my shoulders which was how he pounded my body against his hips. Because his
dick was so big it hurt more than any fuck I'd had before but it also felt
the best. This was not some horny teenager or some desperate kid fumbling
around. This was an experienced man who knew how to do it.

Te Ana was almost silent as he came in my butt. All I heard was a very soft
sigh just before his penis blasted a wave of orgasm so far up me I could
feel it in the pit of my stomach. After he pulled out we lay together and
he said, "I didn't hurt you, did I?" I kissed him and said I wished he
could stay forever.

I am conflicted about this experience because it happened the day I first
noticed that Mollie was sick. Te Ana and the other settlers left the next
day, but Mollie was worse that day, dizzy and coughing, confined to bed. By
the end of that night she was hacking up blood and I was sitting next to
her bed holding the bowl that she coughed and threw up into. Our mother was
sick too, but milder than Mollie. My father seemed dazed and wandered
around like a zombie, doing daily chores as if nothing was wrong. The
second day after that Mollie died. I felt horribly guilty because I was
cavorting with Te Ana while my sister was just coming down with her fatal
illness. Was there anything I could have done? Probably not but it was hard
not to feel bad about it. I dug Mollie's grave, both my parents were too
prostrate to do anything. My mother recovered but no one was ever the
same. The death of Mollie shattered our family.

Sorry to end this one on a sad note, but there is more to come.



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