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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