Date: Sun, 23 May 2010 10:37:20 EDT
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Badger V Carrot

Badger V Carrot.  Alex Carr 2010

Badger certainly had an influence on me and no mistake. Who would have
imagined young guy in his prime would have wanted an intimate relationship with
 a guy nearly forty years my senior.

But he had enthused me into taking up an allotment near his and taught me
all the fundamentals of growing and planting and lots, lots more.

Remembering from the start, all those secret meetings in his allotment shed
 where he taught me very well all the rudimental of pricking out and
planting  with a dibber,

Badger was certainly glad to plant his very own flesh and blood dibber into
me and no mistake and I have never looked back since, especially when he
has me  stretched and propped over the potting bench receiving the most
wonderful  delicious  pampertations  ( if the word fits use it) and the feel of
his fine stiff prick dibbing my gamely anus

I purposely went to the allotment on Sunday knowing that Badger would be
there. For I needed the feel of him, the constant ache inside me, that's how
it  was, he had made me hunger for his fill.
Arriving early I decided to lift  some carrots due for harvesting. I dug a
fine bunch including one which was well  above average in size and texture.

Running through my mind was the experimentations of the past, all those
wildly exiting solo moments I had in my bathroom  - like many of us do if  we
are honest. And you know what it is amazing just what one can do with a
carrot, much better than us9ng a candle, broomstick, screwdriver  handle or
whatever, I have tried them all, laying down on mi side, mirror strategically
placed, so I could see it going up my ass. Gently shaped at the end to form
a  very life like knob and sometimes larger than what I imagined the
average cock  to be, especially my own, that is until I met Badger of course, he
measured a  good seven and a half in my estimation and a girth to match, he
was stupendous  and his fuck was equally so, `cept the first time of course
when he hurt me, but  he said it would be bette5r next time, and it was, and
now like clockwork he  works it into me most Sundays in his potting shed,
devoid of sex with his Mrs  for nigh on ten years he said, but my fuck did
just as well as any he'd had with  her..

But on his arrival it didn't take long for him to suss me out - noting I'd
 separated the large carrot in the bunch from the others.

"It is a fine carrot, but do you really need that now. Pete?" he asked
smiling confidently.
"Maybe if you hadn't of come today. I replied with a  flush

"Time to go to the HQ"  he said. That's what he called his potting  shed, "
then we shall see what's what."

"How'd you mean? " I asked

"That carrot, bet it can't match my cock!" he laughed defiantly.

When we got inside and he closed the door behind it didn't take him long to
 down his corduroy trousers and his blue y-fronts ( I had tried to get him
into  boxers but he said he didn't hang comfortable, and true he did have a
fine pair  of hanging spectacles.)

It was good to see him again, all of him, for an oldie he had a fine cock.

"Hold it against me then" he suggested and there was me on my knees as
always but for now holding the large red carrot against the length of his
stiff  pink cock to compare the size and girth..

So okay it was shorter by half an inch and thinner too so Badger was happy
and immediately turned it towards my face flushing me with the scent of it
which  he knew I loved so much.
"Were you really contemplating on using that if I  hadn't of come?" he
enquired.
"Better than nothing," I relied knowing I  couldn't keep anything away
from him.
"And you would suck it as well?" he  continued.
"Afterwards" I said, like you love me to suck you afterwards," I  said.
"And before" he was quick to remind me, jerking his spectacle over my
face.
He had a really lovely one as I have said before, I dream of the feel  and
taste of it, the scent too, that certain  earthy pungency that really  sets
me of, for when I sucking him I spin off into another place, filling my
mouth till it is full and experimenting with letting its head slide into my
throat, it so lovely and feels so good, like it is part of me now, to suck
taste  and sniff cock,  Badgers cock

Soon I heard the familiar sounds coming from his throat, I felt and
squeezed his balls, a handful of pure unadulterated hanging balls a treat to
behold, especially when sucking cock as well, rolling them as I stretched his
cock first one way and then the other inside my mouth, tonguing the
sensitivity  of his crimson p-hole, feeling its small aperture with the tip of my
tongue as I  teased it relentlessly, making old  Badger yell out in ecstasy.
knowing  that soon the cock that I nourished then would soon be nourishing my
arse deep  and penetrating, giving me the most wonderful flicking I could
ever want and  need, and then all the aches and pains would disappear and once
again I would be  well and truly gratified with a planting of his white
rich seed, which I would  also readily taste and swallow afterwards, when he
would shoot and cum for a  second time, his cock lodged after a good
thrusting, into the depths of my  mouth, holding my breath until he'd finished and
then showing him what he loved  to see, his cream seeping through the corners
of my mouth, my tongue bending out  to lap it back into my mouth, sucking it
and swallowing, he had taught and  persuaded me to do this and now it came
as natural, and I adored it.
But  Badgers fuck was always something else, I vow that no one could do it
to me like  he. The way he holds and grips my thighs as, bent over his bench
with as very  considerate cushion placed beneath, he starts off with giving
me the most  absolute and delightful ass and cock sucking a guy could ever
want, and when his  tongue rolls around my orifice I feel the urgency of his
coming fuck, bending my  arm around to find his beautiful stiffness
vibrating up and down for its fuck as  Badger sniffs and grunts his mouth and face
between my outstretched ass cheeks  which he slaps and slaps, enough to make
me yell, but feeling always a stronger  urge  for his to slap me more, does
that sound odd, well I'll tell you that  is a real turn on, like when
Badger occasionally like me to bend over his knee  in tight jeans to expose the
hind in a way which he said really tempts him to  give me a sound spanking
before the resulting fuck, like he loves to see my ass  cheeks red and glowing
afterwards and then receiving the glory of his deep  penetrating thrusting
stiff  throbbing cock until it reached the  brim, his heavy balls slapping
against my ass with every deep and strong  thrust..

And then afterwards, after a quick drink of Devon Cider, he wants me all
over again. When it is over I feel he is still inside, my being is numb with
his  working if me and I know for days after the feel of his cock inside
will remain  - until the next Sunday. But who would have thought after all
that, he'd wanted  to fuck me with the carrot. He was determined to show me just
how unreal it was  compared with the richness of a real good and live heart
primed cock.

But it was fun, and he seemed to enjoy it,  he really did - who would  have
thought that having fucked me twice he anted to make it a third time with a
 carrot! I felt the roughness of it rub inside, not like the silkiness of a
good  stiff cock, let's face it, although it served the purpose in times
gone by, when  I was without a guy to share with, it was fine.

"But you know what, strawberries are better, "said Badger after he'd
fucked  me silly with that carrot.
"Strawberries " I gasped pulling up my  jeans.

"Yep," said Badger. "They be ready for picking next week. It is amazing
what you can do with strawberries and squirty cream!"

He came up with that very mischievous laugh and I knew I could expect
anything next time. That's how it was with Badger, Always fresh and  exiting