Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2013 09:26:01 -0400 (EDT)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: Badger: A hard act to follow

Badger: a hard act to follow.

It's funny, being with two guys since poor Badger died, I still have fond
memories of him.

Don't get me wrong but Danny and John are great lovers and there fucks are
unsurpassed - and I am very happy to serve both of them, either
individually or sometimes, when the occasion arises, the two of them - when
we share a rapturous threesome which is quite something.

But everyone is different t I guess in approach and charisma, and Badger
was not without his great charm. I have forgotten the  number of the times
we fucked in his allotment shed - when he had me over the potting bench quite
a  number of times, because that is one of his favourite positions with me
placed  neatly between two vices to which, during his perversions, he would
strap me or  use black elastic strips stretched across my ass i8n a way to
keep my as cheeks  stretched wide, so that I could thrill to his wonderful
teasing and all manner  of things when he would enjoy me orally and touchy
feely, and of course with a  rapturous fuck he was always so generous with.

I adored his wonderful slow time in and out thrusts, hearing is pop out and
 squelch in again, that was really wonderful, even is sometimes he did miss
with  the return thrust and I felt his erection slide between my crotch and
ram my  balls. But it was all part of what Badger was all about.

He claimed I had the best fucking ass in the world and I guess I was
flattered by that. And it was always so lovely and special with Badger to feel
him slowly exploring me, like every time was fresh, even the little things he
 had not done and tried before, all sorts of kinky things too, sometimes I
had to  grit my teeth when he primed me up with something hanging on hooks
in his shed,  like gardening implements, like I would never have imagined
would have given  anyone any sexual joy, but with Badger he was some perverted
guy and he could  virtually turn anything gardening tool into a sex toy
Anything that had a  handle or a stem would do, especially if they were ribbed
to give me that extra  oomph!

That was the bit about Badger that was really special and I enjoyed his
perversions, with me steeped over that bench for him, presenting my all to its
 absolute best angle and position, he'd take a chair, place it between my
opened  legs and concentrate. I could almost hear his thoughts when he
started to act  out something that he had obviously planned before we met on a
certain  day.

I remember plainly on talking the journey on my bike to see Badger what
specialty he would like to practice with me today. He never ever disappointed
me.

And it was all so very thrilling and joyful, I loved to be all ass for him
to try his wicked ways, like he'd always ask me first saying things like; "
Pete  would you like me to try to see what I can do with this?" and there
he was,  holding a pair of wooden handled secateurs or something similar like
his  favorite; a plant dibber which, with a dollop of Vaseline, he'd work
into me  with so much joy and zest that he made it seem like a work of art,
poking,  holding it inside, moving it around until I whimpered with pleasure
with the way  he did that, stretching  and plying my hole. And even with the
secateurs he  found a way to thrill me by somehow inserting one of the
wooden handle grips  into me whilst arranging so the other handle grip stroked
my hanging balls every  time he thrust in and out of me.

That was nice once he'd worked out the right co-ordinates,  but that  was
all part of it, part of the pleasure as we discovered those different ways -
my ass was his play area and in some ways that enthralled me because I knew
 anything he'd do to me would eventually result in the beautiful feel of
his very  apt cock doing its business deep up inside, and he knew just how to
give   to me with  inhibitions, he'd fuck me to the core across that bench
after  all the playing, the sniffing and all, when I felt the tickle of his
beard  snuffle my balls as he had his sniff and suck my ass. Then after the
fuck, more  sniffing and sucking, swallowing the result of his climax and my
nectar too,  sucking and sucking until I was raw.

That was Badger. He was special and I learned so much about sex with him, I
 entice my new guys sometimes to experiment the same as he did, we do
things but  never like how Badger did those things to me.

It's funny but even now sometimes, when Danny is fucking me, I imagine it
is Danny but if course it is never quite the same, everyone is different and
so  is every fuck, and I guess that is how it should be, diversity is the
name of  the game as I discovered in that allotment shed so many times with
Badger and  his play tools..

Once he took it upon himself with me not knowing, it was to be an element
of surprise he said, to take me with a vibrator which he claimed his Mrs.
had  used  without him knowing, that he had found it in her drawer. Because
they  had tired of sex, one of the reasons why he took to a diverse
relationship with  me, I wondered if he was getting  a piece of his memories with her,
when  they were sexually active.

Sometimes he oddly asked me to wear these silky panties which he claimed
were his wife's, he'd fuck me wearing them by diverting the crotch or
sometimes  ripping a hole in them to give him access to my hole, but as he tied me
to the  bench I suspected nothing different  because he often did that and I
didn't  mind, but this time it was different, because tied and handcuffed I
heard the  sound of an electric motor start and then he said, "you will
like this, my  Mrs  uses it all the time" and straight away he first rimmed me
and then  fucked me with it, I felt the burring and vibrations and sure
enough the sensual  sensation was really dreamy, I wiggled my ass in a way I
know he enjoyed, when  he'd give me some gentle slapping  to see it bounce
frantically, but for a  whole half hour or more I was treated to a wonderful
feeling of absolute joy, as  he fucked me supreme with that wondrous vibrator
which gave me all sorts of  feelings I could never have imagined. It was
funny how it squelched each time he  levered it out of me, we both laughed at
that, it was something new.

It was all sl right and wonderful to be fucked like this by Badger. I never
 ever felt uneasy with all his experiments, I was just so happy that I
could  please the dear old man with so much joy in the Autumn of his life. And I
 remember too the way he fed me up after the fucking, he had a camp stove
and     always fixed me with a steak to cry for,

I cried when he died, I really did, But I had the happy memories, and there
 sometimes in my dreams he is still trying new things with me.

And still for all that is good between Danny, John and I -- there is
something about being with an older guy that is supreme, Maybe it is just I love
the maturity of a guy who will give me plenty of foreplay I don't know.
Mainly,  with the guys when we do a threesome it is fast and furious and with
one stuffed  up my ass and the other in my mouth there is soon spunk flying
all over..

I still find myself visiting the old allotment. Badger's shed is still
there. I stand outside and image he is there waiting for me. Cock to the
full, so ripe and willing. I wonder oif those garden tools he used on me
are still in there. I imagine wild thoughts about breaking inside and
fucking myself with them, like Badger was still there.  But time moves on
and who knows maybe I will find another mature guy.

But Badger will definitely be   a  hard act to follow.