Date: Tue, 26 May 2009 11:14:36 EDT
From: Writersinterlude@aol.com
Subject: The storm inside and out

The storm inside and out. Copyright Alex Carr.2009

Those horny memories flash back as I think of helping Ned in his allotment
with the reward of his  gorgeous cock deep inside me. I remember as we
toiled on his patch doing the Autumn dig (Ned was as particular about that as
he  was in finding the right position to fuck me - it all had to be done
properly, spade pressed right into the ground and the soil thoroughly turned
over - and with each level turned over  I had to scramble with the
wheelbarrow, shovel up some dung from the compost heap, and tip it into the  trench,
spreading it along the line ready to cover up with the next dig. Once I  was
having a problem lifting the handles of the wheelbarrow having filled it
too  much, feeling a helping hand behind me I felt the shove of Ned's heavy
crutch  press into me at the back as he helped me lift it. It was  good sign
that  as soon as we had finished the job in hand he would have a really stiff
one for  me. All to do was to hurry up and finish the dig and then Ned
would be digging  me, and how! I remember on one particular occasion though how
I ached for him,  trouble was there was still a good hours work to do. I
guess I prayed for the  rain storm which quickly brewed up in the western
skies, knowing that we would  have to dash into the allotment hut and  he would
be serving me the goods.

What a wonderful day that was, the storm persisted for nigh on the whole
morning - and so did Ned, the spanking, sucking , licking and fucking was all
 part of the wonderful relationship I had built up with Ned and for an
older man  he could pull out all the tricks and with the zest of an adolescent,
which I was  at the time. -sweet eighteen and in my full prime sharing with
him the joys and  thrills of mutual pre-fucking - all that entailed, like
the tasting, the  sniffing - all that at one time had seemed abhorrent was now
delicious,  fantastic as I savoured the taste of his ripe cock in my mouth,
rolling its head  with my tongue as its tip found his p-hole, my taste buds
frantic for the taste  of that, the utter feel of it as I tantalised and
teased it, sucking it all up  deeply until I felt his pre-cum spurt into my
throat, sucking and licking it all  up, feeling it slide down my throat, that
so wonderfully warm and comforting  sensation, the feeling of being wanted
and the pleasure of giving was absolutely  out of this world.

Then a bonus, that frantic storm outside, matching the storm of our fucking
 inside, the thunder, the lightning and the sound of the rain and
hailstones  pelting down on the roof, all combined to make it a most exhilarating and
 remembered session with Ned, the very atmosphere of that morning was
electric,  the sound of the storm so loud I couldn't hear Ned's grunting and
moaning as he  got his cock up inside me, working me this way and that as his
big hands  tightened on my hips, holding me steady as he pumped me in several
directions,  feeling my hole stretch and rebound as his long thick cock
gave it the full  works.

As the storm grew so did his fuck, my ass cheeks were numb as he feverishly
 spanked me as he fucked, each time he leant back before the next deep
sensual  trust , his hand came down heavy against my cheek, first the right,
then the  left as he changed hands, later he'd cane me over the bench I knew
that, it was  painful yet heaven with Ned, I just wanted to be all ass for him
and all that  meant full package -then the nudging and the squeezing of my
cock, his balls  hanging low and firm, slapping against my well spanked ass
cheeks as he thrust  in and out like a wild thing.

When he came it was strong like the storm outside, he stood up, yelled at
me to turn from my bent over position over the bench, I knew what to expect,
and  went for it, his heavy cock still pulsing as I took it at the base and
planted  it fully into my mouth to suck away the residue of his rich creamy
spunk, the  taste divine, still ripe after the fuck, still spurting some as
I drew it deep  into my throat, squeezing those heavy balls I had just felt
his slapping me  behind, licking and exploring as the storm continued.
"Over the bench again,  lad" he yelled wanting me again, the persistence
of my sucking and licking  having turned him on again, next thing I felt the
delicious feel of his mouth  and tongue working the back of my balls and
hole, then the licking as he really  drove me insane just wanting the full
length of his cock up inside again - like  another storm within a storm hen
pumped me again and again until my hole was  sore and numb, his fuck was as
strong as the storm and then - the calm, the  rain, the hailstones stopped and
the sun came out, we both lay there  exhausted.
"Think we will give finishing the dig a miss today, Pete lad" said  Ned. "
It's be much too wet and messy to do any more.".
He was referring to  the ground outside of course, but equally he could
have meant my well fucked  ass. But that didn't mean he would want nothing more
of me that day. "Get your  tight jeans back on, lad - you know how I like
you bent over in those."

He wasn't wrong there and soon, there I was stretched fully across the
bench, a cushion beneath my front to raise my feet off the ground, my ass
perched up so high for his pleasure, "now which one today," he mumbled feeling
for the several canes of all sizes hanging there in the hut. He grabbed
one,  bent it, it had a good spring to it and I knew I was going to get a real
beating, you'd think that by having jeans on would dull the sting, no way,
it  more contained it, spread the feeling across my hind. I knew as soon as
he  started to size my bum cheeks up, just slight taps of he cane, that he
would  soon come down on me relentlessly and I would end up with the cane
marks  inscribed over both cheeks, of course I had to down my jeans afterwards
to  display the result of his pleasure, and then he'd massage in some
soothing cream  which was a real treat to behold after that beating, it was again
something  between Ned and I that we both thoroughly enjoyed - and he'd also
give me a  wonderful slow cock suck afterwards just to show there were no
hard feelings,  and he made it last and last by grasping my cock at the base,
then when he was  ready to receive my loads over his face he'd let go the
grasp and I came with a  huge spurt, drenching him with it. What a perfect
end to a good morning in   allotment hut and I will always remember there was
no one afterwards, quite like  the late Ned Barker.
And I can still experience the feel of him up my ass.  Memories divine.