Date: Wed, 8 Apr 2009 03:39:42 EDT
From: Writersinterlude@aol.com
Subject: Ned's Gone

Ned's gone but memories are sacred.  Copyright Alex Carr 2009.

Poor old Ned died last week. I shall miss him dreadfully and his potting
shed in his allotment. I wonder who will take it now? The allotment that is. I
guess I could and start anew, I could even do what Ned did and invite people
inside. That's how it started for us. And then it came to the point, with his
pals sharing me - and sometimes at the same session, the shed just wasn't big
enough, being shagged in such a small space by three buxom guys was a bit too
 much.  So what did need do, he got a bigger shed of course - and Wow what a
rumpus we used to have in there, happy days - and now he's gone, he was just
fifty but at least he died happy and I will always remember his fucks,
sometimes  long, sometimes quick and rough, but he always made the best of
me, and I shall  indeed miss the taste of him.

That's what I'll do. I enjoy a bit of gardening anyway, will grow all my
own veg. - and there are still Ned's pals around for the occasional highlights,
or to be honest, I would like to start anew and this time for me to be the
host.  See how it goes.

I got the allotment anyway, and the shed that went with it. It's funny,
every time I go into the shed no I get a thrill just being there inside, looking
at the bench and thinking the number of times Ned must have had me over it -
and  I laugh now to think he got me inside on the premise he wanted to show me
how to  prick out - and me in my innocence, thinking he meant the new
seedlings. And he  wasn't slow to show me his selection of dibbers, from small ( to
prick out  seedlings) to big (for planting out potatoes and cabbage and things.
It ended up  him usi8ng them on me when he couldn't get inside me with his
huge erection. The  small one was fine, well greased with Vaseline, it went into
me a treat, and  although I was nervous at the time, looking back I did come
to enjoy those  notions of Ned, in gradually initiating me with upward sizes
until, eventually a  week or so later, me astride the bench, he wedged the big
one into me. It stung  at first, but he was always kind, stopped awhile to let
me get acclimatised to  its bulk, but it was a lot better than before - when,
experimenting with myself  in the bathroom, I stuffed myself with the handle
of a large screwdriver - bad  idea because I did not lubricate and I really
suffered going to the Loo days  after.

When eventually I felt his cock inside me for the first time, it was so
wonderful, after the feel of the rigid wooden dibbers with no give at all, his
cock would bend and manipulate my hole inside, and it was absolute ecstasy, I
just wanted his fuck more and more after that, and when he realised he could
not  give me enough, he brought his pals in, one being a big black guy with a
cock  twice the size of Ned's biggest dibber

That's when the bigger shed came in. - it wasn't just fucking over the
bench any more, it was me bent on all fours taking Jed the black guy at one end
and Ned the other, his cock firmly placed in my mouth as Jed let me have it up
the ass, his strong hands holding my hips firm and solid so he could get a
good  stiff thrusting movement into me. It was so frantic I didn't realise I was
 biting Ned - until he yelled complaining, but he  looked at it, saw it  wasn'
t too bad - in fact he came to like a bit of gentle biting, and being  fucked
the way Jed did it, so tight inside, the reaction was to bite, like I was
gritting my teeth to take the initial pain of his eleven inch cock going right
up me.

"That's a fine way to treat your master, Pete!" said Jed - meaning how I
had bitten Ned. "I think I will have to punish  you for that" and that's  when
for the umpteenth time, I got the feel of his rough hands a cross my bare
cheeks. Sometimes he liked me in tight jeans and stretched fully over his lap,
my head touching the floor one side, other times, in my briefs (black
preferably) he liked to pull them up tight to separate my ass cheeks, to poke  between
with his big fingers, balling me and then the full spank, sound and  firm, it
would usually be ten of those, he'd feel and squeeze me after one or  two,
and then come down on me harder, until finally I was so numb I could not  feel
any pain, only the ecstasy which usually culminated in a nice long cock  suck,
finding ways to take his eleven deep inside, sucking and tasting his  pre-cum
, before he bodily grabbed me, pushed me over the bench and gave it to  me
until I could not breath, him neither, we were both breathless and Ned  standing
there looking, getting great joy and thrill out of that, and soon I  knew I
would be getting off him, the result of that thrill in his `rising' which  was
always wonderful and lasting.

Those were the days. And now I must start anew. Now there is this young guy
called Jason I know, he has taken interest, he is a blonde guy with a gorgeous
 smile.  Watch this space .... We have to keep up Ned's tradition after  all!