Date: Sun, 22 Mar 2009 06:26:13 EDT
From: Writersinterlude@aol.com
Subject: Besotted with Ned

Besotted with Ned. Copyright Alex Carr 2009.

Have become absolutely besotted by Ned since he took me on to help him in
his allotment and the first time he fucked me in his allotment shed. Since then
he has progressed into buying a small garden centre and nursery and has taken
me  on full time, but I still have flash backs of those earlier times at the
allotment.

One particular weekend it had become so normal having Ned that I came to  the
point when I couldn't sleep just thinking of him. Come Sunday morning I took
a walk up to the allotment hoping I'd see Ned and he'd want me to help.

Sure enough I was so pleased to see him planting potatoes, armed with a
large dibber to make the hole for planting the potatoes, I watched for a while
gloating at his rough gardener's stance, bending and working his dibber into the
 soil, then dropping a potato into it. He looked so strong and virile and I
felt  a surge go through my spine each time he worked that dibber into the soil.

Then he saw me, grinned and commented "I know what you want, lad" as  he
continued to work his dibber.
"Do you want any help, Ned?" I  asked.
"No, nearly finished this row now, rows of twenty they be, same number  as
the times I fuck you each month I reckon." he grunted with that deep   voice of
his.
"More sometimes, " I replied already feeling the pangs of his  prick up my
ass, remembering how it felt, him inside, fucking me so deep. I  stood there,
squeezing my as cheeks together with the thought, he saw me and  commented that
he wouldn't be long, and how he noticed I was always hungry for  it.

He was right, it is hard to explain but there was just something that
spurred me on to the point where I just had to have it and that morning was a  pure
example of the craving I felt, to feel and taste his cock like it was a
hunger for food, but to feel the pulse of his hot sour cum fill my mouth was an
experience so wonderfully divine, not to mention his fuck, because that was
sensational.

Ned dibbed his last hole and planted the last potato, looked at me the
hungry way I had become used to and said:" Right, `me cocker - let get you into
the shed and no mistake, but a drink first, mind - I'm parched. He stamped into
 the shed and pushed a bottle of water ton his mouth, it was a hot morning
and he  was steaming. - "Better cool it a bit for your service, Lad you won't
want it  that hot!" he chuckled, unzipping and pulling it out and pouring water
over its  hulk. I looked down, what a picture, how I missed it, seeing it
like this in all  its glory was beautiful, I just couldn't wait to feel it fill
my cheeks. I   immediately sunk onto my knees, Ned leaning against the bench,
still undoing his  belt as I wedged his steaming cock through into my mouth, he
was still dropping  his mud smeared trousers as I got to work on him.

"My, you are some cock hungry lad, look let me just be rid of these eh.  Then
you can have it to your hearts content."  I backed a little - the  taste of
him in my mouth now, that certain pungency that was a delight, now I  wanted to
suck and lick him balls too.

Trousers and briefs removed there it was all stood up proudly for me, his
balls hanging delightfully below like a pair of red plums ready for the picking,
 I just loved to feel and handle them as I started to suck the red end of his
 cock. To hear the familiar grunts of pleasure was an extra delight as my
tongue  got into the rhythm of wrapping around his cock and sensualising the sour
taste  of it, sometimes sweet though when he delivered me a few droplets of
pre-cum, I  called it my sweet and sour cock, all of its eight inch shaft,
licking it all,  down under his balls, I could not get enough of it, the suck and
taste and the  smell of good hard primed cock was everything. Soon Ned was
crying out for it  too, his mouth foaming . Like he was a bull coming onto his
cow in season, I  knew I would be feeling what I had been enjoying in my mouth
up my ass any  minute.

"Come on, Lad, you can suck my cum another time, I want and need your ass
now, drop `em and bend it for me, let's see that very fuckable ass. The thrill
of how he always said that when he wanted my fuck was always a turn on, I was
 stripped in no time, he was squeezing my cock and balls as he twisted me
around  so my ass was facing his cock, then the feel of his strong hand push my
back  down across the bench presenting my ass for his pleasure.
I knew what to  expect when he took his belt,  (first opening the shed door
to check no one  was near, because my ass being belted was going to make a
right noise,)   and stroked my ass cheeks with it, I knew it would sting as always
it did at  first, but then I knew, after a few lashes the pain would change
to numbness and  that is when I would feel his entry deep between my plum red
cheeks, stretched  apart, he yelling at me to lift one leg up so he could get
easy entry. The  belting and spanking had become part of our sessions together,
ever since the  first time when he took me over his knee and gave me a right
sound spanking I  shall never forget, the tingle of all that , spreading
across my ass was a  wonderful turn on when afterwards he massaged me with
essential creams and the  like, then lubricating my hole pre-fuck to enable the most
perfect deep  penetrating fuck, and with the size of his monster, I needed that
in the early  days before I had been properly initiated, but it felt so
heavenly just bent  over for him, feeling the touch of his tongue as he sucked me
there first, his  tongue twirling around, and then the feel of his fingers
massaging the  lubricating  oils up inside.

That's what he started to do then, me moving my ass for him, tantalising  him
with its movement as he lavished me with his tongue, saying he loved to
taste me, see what I had for breakfast, seemed crude at first but that was just
part of Ned, how it was with him but really went for it, the thought of him
eating my hole was electrifying and then to be serves with the absolute delight
of his wonderful stiff hard prick afterwards,   heaven on earth!

Pictures in my mind of him shoving the dibber into the soil as he gradually
worked it into me, always wondering at first if he had it in the right place,
as  it was not quite at the entrance but a little way up, but he liked to rub
it up  first between my cheeks, it was lovely too, feeling its heat and its
throb  before it went into me, and then when it did, the throb was more intense
and the  thrusts began to build until he was literally thrusting me like a
steam hammer  on full power.

In those days I wondered why I didn't split open, his fucks were so rough
and intense, and went on for ages, occasionally  stopping to gather breath
feeling the bulk of his cock wedged deep inside me, I could not move at that
stage, I could do nothing, he had me good and properly pinned to the bench deep
up inside me. I could just about move my hips, which made him surge all the
more, taking me sideways in, first one side then bending it to go into me the
other side, that hurt believe me, but afterwards the feeling was there, and
when  I returned home he was still there up inside me, seemingly  fucking me for
ever, and that was a real bonus,

But at least for a while, the ache for Ned had gone, but I knew it would  not
be for long because soon I would be feeling his dibber plant his seed into
me once more.