Date: Sun, 8 May 2011 08:45:47 -0400 (EDT)
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Badger's Potting Shed

Badger's Potting Shed.   Copyright Alex Carr 2011

"Coming in the mansion for a break, Pete?" Badger asked with that look I
knew so much, the look that said he wanted me bad.

I first started befriending him working down at the allotment. Being
interested in horticulture and living in a flat without a garden I was in my
element working on my plot.

Badger was one of the nicest guys one could wish to meet and it was quite
by chance we became sexually involved.

It would never have occurred to me at first having such a relationship with
 a guy 30 years my senior but still very sexually active as I was soon to
discover.

He was married too but I discovered that although he loved his wife dearly,
 her sexual interests were no more since she'd had her menopause and that
was the  key to our affair.

We exchanged our lives with each other, he asking if I was hitched or had a
 girl friend, I said I'd had but somehow relationships with girls never
somehow  seemed to work out. At that time and perhaps naively I never really
realised I  was the other way inclined and I guess it was not until Badger
questioned me  more I began to realise a certain attraction for this attractive
man, whether it  was the father figure element or not I don't know but for
a man of sixty he had  a good body on him.

I noticed first he often stood there when working on his plot adjoining
mine seeming to watch me. He told me since he was attracted to me the first
time  he saw me, that I had a very attracting rear and looked good in my
corduroy  trousers, the away they were pulled up between my thighs and showing
off my ass  cheeks.

I laughed at first thinking he was having me on but after a while, and on
talking with him more over a cup of coffee made on his stove we started
talking  about what turns each of us on and that's when he said for him it was
my ass  when I bent over attending to the allotment, thinking  he would
really  enjoy to be inside my trousers.

But it didn't happen just like that at all, we'd had several weeks of
conversation during our breaks, sat down on folding chairs in front of his  `
Mansion' - that was his allotment shed of course.

Badger  was very proud of his allotment cum potting shed, he even had
pictures up and the inside was painted in nice bright colours, I didn't  have
 a shed so if the weather turned to rain, and it was  a big shed, he
invited me in to do those jobs that could be done inside like  pricking out
seedlings and the like.
In fact I learned a lot from Badger  about how to prepare seedlings for the
garden and such like.

I was also to learn a lot more about the man whom I grew to adore very
much. It was funny how it all started really, just the gentle touching of knees
 - I have since discovered that was Badger's way of sensing if I wanted to
go  further and he has told me that when I didn't react in a negative way it
was one  of the most memorable days of his life - why? Because although he
had often  thought about a homosexual relationship he had never ventured to
start one, but  because we had become do friendly it came better so long as
he knew it wouldn't  ruin our friendship, with him making any bold
suggestions. So it wasn't like  that at all; it was wonderful and so lovely as one
thing led to another, the  stroking of my knee, his eyes focussing on mine as
he did that, then slipping  his fingers upwards along the inside of my thigh
giving me wonderful vibrations.

The dialogue between us grew more intimate too as he  told me what he
would like to do with me and would it be alright, so when he unzipped me it felt
 wonderful and all I wanted it to be whatever he wanted me to be, I somehow
grew  accustomed to this, the smell of his pipe tobacco, the feel his mouth
 scrimmaging into my crotch, sniffing and licking me there, all so
wonderfully  soothing .

The first time he had me was across the potting bench on which, thinking of
 my comfort, he placed a cushion so that when I bent over, dropping my
trousers  and briefs down to my ankles, leaving Badger to take them off
completely, I felt  right for him.

He commented he loved the look of my tight young ass awaiting his pleasure
like he was a King or something but it was all part of the Badger I began
to  discover from another angle, namely bent over to receive his stiff cock
inside  me,

I remember he seemed quite happy just to kneel at the back of me, coaxing
my thighs apart as he stretched my cheeks wide apart, pushing his nose and
his  mouth into my ass, his tongue doping wonderful things with my anus,
giving me  all sorts of wonderful feelings  I could never ever have imagined.
Before  yet feelings I so very much enjoyed, he thrilled me as his busy
fingers wanked  and squeezed my balls, all this as he continued to sniff and suck
my ass like he  was enjoying a dinner or something.

Then he stood up, dropped his trousers and pants for me to see him in all
his glory. Wow! What a cock he had on him, at least eight inches, it was
very  big and very throbbing as he let me see him wank it off a little,
prompting me  to `;have a  sniff and a taster' he said and so I embarked on what
was to  be my very first oral experience with another guy, and doing it like
that,  smelling his rich earthy odour there, especially as he prompted me to
stretch  the sheath  is back for him. It took me a little time to actually
put it  into my mouth like he was asking me to, but making up my mind I
suddenly went  for is and soon I was sucking like a natural. The taste of cock
pungent and  earthy buy=t for me that day, very exciting and thrilling.

So by the time he pulled it out of my mouth, turned,  grabbed my  buttocks
tightly to press his throbbing cock into me. I knew I was being fucked  well
and truly. For a while it hurt like hell, but he garnished his cock with
some kind of oil and put it into me again no messing, his length riding me to
 the limit, the thrusting of his fuck stronger, me gritting my teeth this
first  time holding on for dear life, this guy head such a steam engine of a
cock on  him he wanted my all, he thrust and thrust until I was breathless
and then I  heard a loud groaning as he suddenly stopped and I knew he had
cum.

Afterward he was full of apologies for having taken me so rough. To be
truthful I was hurting and it took me a day of two to recover - it felt as
though he was still inside me for a while after and I was sensing his fucks
constantly.

"Next time, Pete it will be okay I promise" Badger consoled but to be
honest I was despondent and yet, when the pain went I had this strange wanting
some over me, it was like a belonging feelings, that I needed his regular
fuck  to reassure me all the time, just to be wanted said it all in fact, so
I  responded to his further advances and he continued ton regularly fuck me
in the  allotment shed.