Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2013 10:39:42 -0500 (EST)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: Badger's Hut

Badger's Hut, happy memories..

It has been a long time since poor old Badger died on me.
Those who read  me may recall my sweet memories of our special
relationship. There can be no one  to come up to Badger. He was quite old
yes but I do
like older guys, and Badger  proved that to me even is I was a little wary
bat first; when he prompted me to  go into his allotment shed on the notion
that we could have some good  conversation and he would heat up some coffee.
I guess I knew all the time  his motive. And in a way I was glad although a
little apprehensive of doing  anything with an older man. I was incorrectly
thinking could he give me what it  takes, was he too old for that and would
he have a heart attack on the job? How  callous is that! Anyway to cut a
long short - not repeating what I have written  before, once he took my
trousers down I saw the absolute joy on his face. I knew  then just how much
pleasure I could give this old man, and any doubts I'd had  before vanished
with the first stroke of my cock
That's how it was with  Badger, No messing. He helped himself and  it was
divine. At the time -and  I haven't mentioned this before, I did not know
just how far it would go. Just  for the sake of it, and because I was enjoying
his touch, I was quite happy to  go along with just some fun and maybe some
mutual masturbation. He had a superb  cock for a man of his age which I
loved to touch.
When I first saw it, when  he was feeling me just after he'd downed my
trousers and briefs, it was so small  and wrinkled and I really thought this guy
could never get anything on, thinking  maybe he was just happy to enjoy
some private fun with me like a guy I knew once  called Joey, who was quite
happy just to explore me with nothi8ng in return, he  never got a  hard on and
I couldn't see why he enjoyed the one- way  relationship, but he did and it
was nice, that is until he started to use the  strap across my butt. That
was going too far' I went along with the spanking  over his knee, partly
because he paid me for it and secondly because I did come  to enjoy it because of
all the massage he gave me first. He enjoyed prodding me  with anal dildo's
he'd bought at the Private shop. I think he wanted to make up  for his
short comings, that he could not raise enough to give me a good fucking  so used
the dildo's instead.
Which was quite nice and fulfilling, he'd spank  me some and then fuck me
using his hand so beautifully to get a good deep  thrusting.
But it was bound to get boring, I wanted the real thing. I wanted  good
stiff fresh cock inside me and enough of his make pretend. I mean asking me  to
pretend it was a real one even the flesh coloured one and even go through
the  ordeal of sucking it after it had been inside me was the limit.
He liked to  take pictures of me with his mobile phone and I did not
particularly like that  idea, thinking he may show them with other guys on the net.
So I dumped him,  it wasn't easy. But I did it by saying I had f9ound
another. And it was true  because I had. I had found Badger or rather he had
found me doing some digging  on my allotment. I knew then the way he just stood
there gawping there was  something afoot other than just a casual chat about
my potato crop.
"Nice  spuds they be" he said in his West Country accent. But I'd like you
to see mine,  you game for it lad?"
"I told him I was not a load, that I was twenty  six."
"Maybe so" he replied with a real cheeky grin but with an ass like you
got who cares."
"So that is what you were gawping at, my ass?"! I said  Haven't you got
anything better to do?"
He re-pied instantly and I knew he  meant business; "Yep! I have, with your
ass so come in and have some  conversation and coffee and we shall go from
there."
That's how it was with  Badger. He was quite outright and held nothing
back, not even his dirty  thoughts, and believe me they were dirty!
"Looks to me lad, you could do with  a good stiff prick inside you and I am
the man to do it.!
I guess I was stuck  for words. I was shocked yet enthralled at the same
time, The thought of having  fun with Badger was appealing to say the least.
Whether it was his charisma I  didn't know, but he had something which pulled
me into his lair. Meaning his  allotment shed; which had all the home
comforts and a splendid shagging bench  which, given a nice firm pillow beneath
my front, made for the perfect  presentation of my attributes for his
pleasure.
"That is surely lovely Alex"  he muttered foaming at the mouth. "I aint
seen a real live ass like that since I  can't remember when. Brenda's was
nice and tight and nothing like yours. She was  good shag mind and liked it
back ways too, but I always had a thing for a lad  like you."
I looked at him disapprovingly.. "Alright then" he corrected, "you  are
twenty six but still a lad to me."
When he had me over his potting bench  with the pillow beneath to give him
good access I saw him wanking his cock as he  slapped me with his free hand.
I thought it was going to be like Joey all over  again, except for the fact
that he showed a good erection which looked good to  me, especially for an
old guy. He was quite proud of it too, showing me just how  he could make it
jerk upwards without touching. I instinctively wanted to take  it into my
mouth and asked if he wouldn't mind before he fucked me. He allowed  me to
rise up and stood there ready for my suck, closing his eyes and bending  his
head back. I was committed now to giving him a heart sucking. I kneeled to
find the right spot and sniffed him against my mouth. The smell was familiar.
 Like my own when I wanked and sniffed. A particular pungent smell which
was  strangely appealing. I toyed with it first, stroking its length down to
the  girth, he shuddered a little and it jerked again, just as it did when he
showed  me earlier and I was impelled to take it fully into my mouth, as
much as I could  take and I think I surprised him because he complimented me.
There was I first  time sucking this guy with a full deep throat motion too.
I was in my element;  it felt right and so warm to my tongue. It was truly
am lovely cock and needed  my attention I could tell:
"I haven't been sucked like this for ever" he said  stroking his hand
around my neck, urging me not to stop.
I gave him such a  lovely sucking and I believe that was the time when our
relationship was  cemented until death did us part. The imminent fuck was
always superb and then  he wanted sucking again.
But he died a happier man than when I first knew him  and I liked t recall
how many fucks there had been in that rickety old shed, not  counting the
time he shot his load into my mouth. I marked every one up on a  slate fixed
on the wall and after he'd died I counted one thousand and twenty  two.
The thing is, on visiting his shed afterwards, (I had a spare key) I
imagined how it was each tie and all the great fun we had.. His fuck was
absolutely divine and strangely, each time I went to the shed, before another  guy
took over his allotment, I felt him inside me, that beautifully sculptured
mature cock wedged deep inside me like it belonged there, the way he liked
to  pause when we could both feel the throb. It was so very lovely and so
very good  to be fucked by the old man. I cherished him I really did and missed
him so  curie much I was gutted..
So much that I bent over the bench alone and  pretended he was behind me
with the assistance of a broom handle appropriately  fixed so that it was
secure, so I could control the measure of its penetration  inside me.
It was a mad thing to do and could never compete with the real  thing.
But who was to know when the new allotment tenant would turn up with a
key. How embarrassing was that when he found me perched over the bench,
trousers  down with a broom handle inside me.
I was so embarrassed and expected the  worst,
But instead he looked at me rubbing his chin and said:
"I think a  new broom will sweep clean and I think I can go to that.."
How could I refuse  when he locked the door behind and eagerly dropped his
jeans? He had a huge cock  and the feel of  it was much better than any
broom..
It was if I am  destined with good karma and although he was little younger
than Badger. I  reckon he and I could go places if you know what I mean.
He offered to take  me to his place on the pretense it was too cold in the
shed. But I never  imagined what exactly he had in store for me, Watch this
space...