FARM PLANET ADVENTURES (11)
By Dolphin Dan
The story of my adventures on Chalcedon II is almost done but there are a couple more things to tell, some involving my relationship with Brett, the hired farmhand who I fell in love with (and vice versa) shortly after he came to our farm to work. I was 17 and he was 26. But before we get back to that I have to tell some non-sexual stuff because it's important later. Bear with me.
Word of my sister Mollie's death took so long to reach Powhagan IV, the planet where my brother Chase was going to military school, that she had been dead for 9 months before Chase's letter reacting to the news arrived at our farm. There were faster means of communication but they were very expensive. One day toward the end of summer a supply ship arrived and when they delivered the mail there were two hand-written letters from Chase postmarked from Powhagan. One was addressed to the whole family and the other just to me. In the letter to the family Chase wrote about how devastated he was to learn about Mollie's death and he shared his memories of her. All four of us who were left, me, my father and mother and my sister Tina, who was then 16, read it around the dinner table and we sobbed, it was so sad. I took the other letter from Chase, the one addressed to me personally, up to my loft. I did not know whether it would contain any reference to the sex we had but I didn't want anyone else in the family to read it before I knew what was in it. I didn't even let Brett know that I had it.
The letter was not sexual at all. It was a warning. Chase did talk about the night we buttfucked each other aboard the spaceliner that eventually took him to Chalcedon, the night before it departed, but he didn't mention the sex. He wrote, do you remember when we were watching TV and there were those news reports of the election going on? A woman named Glendron had been running for the presidency of the Authority, and her opponent, Werndt, the bull-faced man with the mustache, threatened that if she won his supporters would start riots and commit acts of violence all throughout the Authority. This scared people and Werdnt had won the election. But Chase wrote that Werndt had been diagnosed with inoperable cancer. When he died, which would not be long in the future, there would be a snap election and Glendron was virtually guaranteed to win this time. Chase had heard at his military school that when this happened, all of the affiliated colonies, including Chalcedon, would secede from the Authority. Glendron had promised she would not be bullied by this threat. What it meant was that there would be a huge war. Every able-bodied man would have to go off and fight.
Chase wrote that if (when) the war started and the call for volunteers went out, I should contact immediately a Major Ibamu in the Colonial Defensive Guard. This person apparently had a connection to the military academy and had been Chase's favorite teacher. Chase said that Ibamu would get me a position that would not be on the front line. I had to volunteer immediately upon hearing the call because these positions would be filled very quickly. Chase included a code for a subspace phone number that would go directly to Ibamu without being screened. He wrote, "Don't worry about me." If the war started after he graduated, as a military school graduate he would become an officer. If it happened before he graduated he would be an NCO. Both were safer than being a raw recruit. He said he loved me and take care. That was it.
I didn't tell my parents or Brett or anyone about this letter. I hid it under a floorboard in my loft in the barn, in the same place where I hid the book "1000 Fucks." But from then on I carefully paid attention to the news, often listening on the radio in the store back room or on my headphones when working out in the fields. Chase had been exactly right: Werndt was dying, and his hooligan supporters were already rioting and threatening people on several planets.
Brett and I started having sex pretty regularly. Often it was in the afternoons, right after work was over for the day but before we went to the farmhouse to eat dinner (my parents usually had Brett and the other two farmhands, Henry and Liu, up to the house most days). Summer was just coming so the evenings were warm. At first we did a lot of mutual masturbation but after a while we graduated to sucking each other and eventually to anal sex. He was not really into fucking me and he said he would much rather have me do it to him. Sometimes after work was over we'd go up to the loft and he'd take off his clothes, get in my bed and stick his butt up in the air, and he didn't have to say anything but that was the signal that he was ready. I would get the oil ready, rub it slowly into his butt crack, grease myself up and enter him very gently. He'd grab a pillow and put it under him and he'd say stuff like, "Oh yeah, that feels good," or ask me, "You gettin there?" As I would start pumping faster, usually panting pretty hard, he'd say, "Cum for me, Danny!" After I blew my load inside him and pulled out he would always turn over, hug me and say "Was that good for you?" I had an old-fashioned chamber pot in the corner of the loft and after we calmed down he would get up, go over, squat over it and expel my seed from his ass. It always made a loud, wet farting sound which he found hilarious. Most of the time in these pre-dinner sessions there was only time for one of us to get off, we'd have to get dressed and go to the house for dinner.
We only really did anal sex about once a week. Brett's favorite sex activity by far was being jacked off, and jacking off himself. He'd often assume a position I called "the frog," laying on his back, knees bent, with the soles of his feet pressed together. He liked to masturbate together, the two of us side-by-side in the same position, and we could easily switch up from jacking ourselves to jacking each other. I came up with the idea of "opposite frog," which was the two of us laying in opposite directions, knees bent, our ankles crossed, and I would press the sole of my left foot to his right foot and vice-versa. We could only jack ourselves in this position, but opposite frog was a game where as each of us got closer to cumming it got harder for us to keep our feet pressed together. Brett's ejaculations were so powerful that when we did opposite frog I usually got a couple of jets of his cum on my legs, in my crotch or even on my stomach. We'd stick our wet fingers in each other's mouths so each of us could suck up the other's seed.
There were games we played based on sex. About a month in to our romance Brett asked me to start using a specific pair of my underwear as a cum rag. He told me never to wash this pair of underwear, that I was supposed to use it to catch my ejaculation any time that I wasn't giving it to him (like cumming in his mouth or butt). Then later he gave me some of his underwear and told me to start cumming on it. After a couple of weeks he said, have you been cumming in these like I told you to? I asked him why he was doing this. He said, "I have a plan, just keep doing what I tell you." I obeyed him completely. A few weeks after that Brett said, bring me the underwear you've been cumming into. There were two pairs of briefs, one mine, one his, that were now crusty and smelled strongly like my cum. One night, a Saturday night, traditionally our relaxation night, he told me to get naked and get in bed. I did. He said, I'm gonna do some things to you that may seem weird, but I love you, do you trust me? I told him I loved him and trusted him completely.
I lay on the bed and Brett took his underwear, which was stained and crusty with my own cum, and put it over my head. Then he took my own briefs, also stained with my semen, and stuffed them into my mouth. He tied his own sweat-stained bandanna, which he wore while working in the fields, around my head to secure the underwear in my mouth like a kind of gag. He said, "The point of this is that I want you to smell and taste your own cum while you're cumming. It may take a while for you to get used to it." I was helpless with his briefs over my head and my own in my mouth, and I did taste and smell my own seed. Brett reached down, grabbed my dick and started masturbating me. The closer I got to orgasm the heavier I breathed, which meant the more I drew the smell and taste of my own semen from the underwear in my mouth and over my head. It was really sort of genius how Brett made me experience exactly what he set out to do. And I did start to like it. The smell turned me on. I groaned and came, gasping, sucking in the smell that surrounded my head. He took off the gag, kissed me and said, "You're so good, thank God for you."
We called this "the procedure," and we did it numerous times and it got to be that I looked forward to it so much I sprang a boner just thinking about it. I never did this with anyone else in the rest of my life, only him. It turned him on something fierce. After watching and listening to me climax in this way (and making me cum), Brett usually couldn't control himself and immediately wailed away on his own dick, ejaculating explosively less than a minute after I was done. This was the most intense sex we ever had which may seem strange because it was usually just mutual masturbation. But damn, it felt good, and there was nothing I liked or wanted more than to make Brett happy. He suffered from depression and there weren't enough happy moments in his life, so I was very happy to give him these. I no longer paid any attention to men who came through when the settler ships arrived. Brett was all I needed or wanted.
One day, still in the summer (the seasons on Chalcedon were long), Brett and I were minding the weeding drones out on the South 40 on a very hot day, we both had our shirts off and bandannas tied around our faces. I was listening to my headphones. The radio station I was listening to was interrupted with an urgent tone. A news announcer came on. "We have a very serious announcement throughout the Authority. The news has been confirmed by the office of the President. President Werndt died at 1:30 this afternoon, approximately 40 minutes ago." Later the same day the Authority legislature officially announced that a snap election would be held in 30 days' time. It was all happening exactly as Chase had warned in his letter.
I went to bed in the loft that night, without Brett, and cried because I knew it was all coming to an end soon. I didn't know what was going to happen to me or Brett, but it was a safe bet we would not be together.
Conclusion to come.
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