Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2012 08:42:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Badger, fare the well

Badger, fare thee well.

I have written an awful lout about my sweet encounters with a gentle old
man called Badger and our `happenings' (I shall call them) in his allotment
shed.

But I have just realised something - I have never really explained how it
all started with Badger but  my sweet memories of him impel me to write
which I guess will have to be the final episode because, as my readers of this
series will know, poor old Badger finally but the dust two years ago.

The stories which are partly true seemed to have had lots of good feedback
and as a tribute to dear old Badger of late, I would just like to give my
account of how it really happened, because I feel that some may think our
adventure was just another older man fucks younger guy yarn, but there is a
lot  more to it than  that, both emotionally as well, and I feel I owe that
to  Badger...

It was funny how it ever happened in the first place. I having been doing
and agricultural course and wanting to gain some practical experience on the
 land. I thought the allotment idea was a good one but nearly gave it up
when the  bloody weather seemed always against me on the weekend days I could
get  there.

But then it was the inclement weather that brought Badger and I together
because, seeing me get sweetened by a downpour, he asked me to come into his
shed out of the rain and that was all there was to it for the next few
weeks. We  got to chatting with each other and he was helping me with my studies
in showing  me the rudiments of general horticultural aspects. He knew his
stuff did Badger  and we became quite friendly, but as to the thought of
anything else developing  ;the idea never came into my head, and anyway if
there was ever any suggestion  that there was something sexual between  us or
someone saying something  after noticing we had been spending time together, I
would have felt repelled.  Never ever fancying an older man that way or any
other come to that at that  time, because my true leanings had not yet been
recognised.

I wont deny that I was curious at that time, but I was a little confused
too, not quite knowing my self.
It really was just a very nice and casual  relationship both ways. I knew
Badger was married ( although it turned out not  happily)  and appreciated
his advice and help and he told me he as much  enjoyed helping me, because his
son would have been my age if he had lived,  (He'd died at 25 with cancer)
and I guess primarily I thought of Badger as a  sort of father figure,
having  never ever known my own coming from one  parent family and my mum never
telling me who he was.

So all was normal until one day, with the rain once again coming over the
allotment and dropping down in buckets, Badger said it was pricking out time
and  he'd show me how if I wanted. I looked at him not knowing quite what
he meant  but he explained it was a gardener's term for transplanting seeds
that had  germinated in a seed box to singular pots until they grew to a size
they could  be planted outside.

"You will need gentle fingers" he advised and showed me how to gently ease
 the tiny plants into the palm of my hand and then prick out little holes
in  prepared plant pots with a `dibber' and transplant the tiny seeds
accordingly,

"Just a bit of loving care and in a short time you will see `em grow like
wildfire lad" he said to me with a grin.

It is odd when I write this just how many sexual connotations could be
taken from such gardening terms like pricking out, dibber and seeing `em grow
and yet I know Badger never meant to suggest anything like that at the time,
but  nevertheless it turned out that the expressions were quite appropriate
to our  developing relationship.

That is when shall I say our `closer' relationship really started, and
quite unwittingly too. Badger was standing behind me teaching me how to gently
 manipulate the tiny seedlings and transplant them. The planting out bench
was  roughly at waist height so my stance was that I was bending slightly
to  sort of push out my rear. As I transplanted I felt the warmth of Badger
behind  me, if he realised it or not he had developed quite a swelling in the
lower  region, I could distinctly feel it between my hind cheeks.
I was thinking;  was he aware of it and what should I do. My first thought
was to politely  shuffle away from him and yet strangely I felt compelled to
retain my stance,  realising that the feeling was giving me some sort of
sensation I could never  have envisaged, so I remained calm and waited for him
to realise what was  happening because I felt he would have been so
embarrassed if he had know, Or  was he fully aware of it and it had just happened
with out thinking, If that  sounds naive In have heard of such things
happening. I know many times I have  realised I had a hard on without realising,
especially on waking in the  mornings.

Then he suddenly sprung himself f backwards away from me.

"Sorry lad, I never had any intention of doing anything honestly!"

>From that day onwards our relationship progressed beautifully. Our
conversation became mush more intimate, he knew all about me, my confusion about
my sexuality and he wanted to ascertain that as far as he knew he was not
that  way inclined ever, that he had a quite normal relationship with his Mrs.
So  who would have thought that him and I would end up lovers, but we did,
we were  both on the same wavelength, we were both curious and it turned out
we both sort  of discovered we were compatible and that dirty old man image
Ion had harboured  in my mind once upon a time was completely dispelled
with Badger.

So next time, me working aga8inst the bench, pricking out more plants I
suggestively invited him to come see that I was doing it properly and he
immediately took up my invitation with the most beautiful result. Breathing
heavily I felt his erection between my cheeks again and it felt good. I bent
again, just slightly to give him a better access and it was wonderful hearing
 his breath grow stronger and little mutterings that gave me a new inside
onto  how good it can be with two guys simply exploring and utterly enjoying
exploring  each other.

"Do you mind, Pete? He whispered clasping the hook of my jeans fly zip and
slowly pulling it downwards.

"Of course not" I replied. The feel was so very exciting and the touch of
his hand stroking my right buttock was simply divine, because it made me
feel  wanted and needed in a way I had never realised possible before, so when
he  tripped down my jeans right down to my feet, I instantly stepped out of
them  like it was a natural thing to do and then I could feel the heat of a
very  strong prodding between my cheeks, He had unzipped himself and
prompted me - by  clasping my right hand with his, guiding it around to where his
erection was, to  wank him as he pressed his knob end into my gap. It was
lovely to hold, I  realised then that to hold another was different altogether
and the mutual  wanking which followed was the same, it was so very much
better than self  wanking because you never knew the next move and had no
control over it. Like  when I had my cock first sucked, it was dreamlike, this
old man sucking  my  cock, there on his knees before me, enjoying it so very
much that thought he  would never stop. And if I thought once he'd sucked
that was it, I was so wrong,  because then he wanted to suck and feel my
balls, my ass, my opening at the  back, everything and for the next hour or two I
was soon naked and at his mercy,  wonderfully enjoying all this old man
could five me

It was good, it was lovely and I felt so very close to Badger as our
intimate relationships grew and grew, I wanted, actually wanted to feel  his
cock inside and  told him that if he wanted to I would like for  him to try.

His face flushed and his hands shook, I was hoping the suggestion would not
 give him a heart attack so quickly added that of course if he didn't want
that I  would understand, that we could just continue making each other
happy the way we  were doing, the sucking, teasing, feeling and all until we
made each other cum.  That was thrilling enough especially the first time he
sucked my cum, I warned  him that I was near as he ardently sucked my as I was
leant over the bench  backwards, my cock perched up for his perusal, he
simply loved it that way, so  much that he yelled he wanted it all the way and
so I just chilled, closed my  eyes and enjoyed his firm sucking and licking
until I cum which felt like a  volcano, spurting into his mouth with all my
force, he licking and sucking it  all up like a cat with milk and I was in
my element, feeling so ecstatic as he  swallowed it all.

Anyway Badger said if that is what I wanted hw would like to try and we
did. In fact we did more than that and with the help of lots of lubrication he
 was finally successful in achieving the ultimate and for the first time I
discovered just how it felt to be fucked by a good hard cock such as
Badgers.

"Okay" he asked considerately when he reached full penetration, his hands
holding me around my hips to balance himself inside me, the feel of his
throb  reaching up the length of my spine which was really so lovely and
soothing, I  felt I wanted more then, after that gorgeous stretching sensation
which, okay,  hurt a bit at first but again, the sexual element took over and I
just wanted to  be all fucking ass for his pleasure, he was such a dear old
man was my Badger  and he has given me so  many wonderful and splendid
hours of sheer  bliss,.

In fact after the absence I can still feel the glow of him sucking and
having me, I can still feel the throb of him inside me, and I can still taste
the taste of him too,

Farewell my Badger, and thanks for the memory.