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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