Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2012 02:18:17 -0400 (EDT)
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Badger's Lament

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Badger's lament...


Several readers have asked me if my encounters with Badger are true and  I
take that as a compliment because I guess the writing shows it, and it is a
fact. Most of it is true with just a few additions which I hold steadfast
in  memory of dear old Badger who dies some two year ago.

For me he was my mentor, my lover and many more things, there will never
ever be another like him who really brought me out of the inhibited state I
was  in, showed me my true leaning and gave me many hours absolute splendour
in the  confines of his allotment shed.

I am with another guy now and he is gorgeous, and I met him because of -
guess what? Well he took over Badger's allotment plot  which of course  meant
the old shed went with it. He  treats me well and we have lots of  kinky
treats but what can one say, he could never come up to the standard of  Badger
and if I close my eyes and try to imagine it is Badger behind me, because
Richard is about the same age, it is just the little idiosyncrasies that
remind  me it isn't Badger, because he fucks me differently - not the deep slow
taking  of my wanting ass like Badger enjoyed of me, and me of him, it
feels different,  tastes different when I suck him and his scent is different
too.

It is a little strange though because there we both are, having it away in
the same shed so it is no wonder I have so many reminiscences of the
wonderful  times Badger and I shared in our own very private space
It is the funny  things I remember too, like the way Badger had to restrain
himself from one of  the things he likes to do with me, when the allotment
was busy. The old shed  wasn't exactly sound proof but thanks to someone
starting up an motorised   mower, poor old Badger could have his wish and enjoy
a good old fashioned  spanking which, because Badger was doing it - became
something I enjoyed very  much, even the initial sting of his variable slaps
on each of my cheeks seemed  to numb giving me the most delightful
sensation, and something that really made  Badger's fuck more stimulating than ever.

I so loved the musty smell of old Badger mingled with the scent of his pipe
 tobacco.

When I entered his shed he always had a drink waiting there for me.
Advocaat or Brandy was his poison and it certainly got me in the mood for his
carnal excursions, when he'd take my jeans down with much joy and enjoy my cock
 to the full, always making sure he made me cum warmly into his mouth
before he  fucked me.

And I do remember with great esteem the way he liked his roll-ups and I  don
't mean making his own cigs. For his age his size and erection was still
very  active and it felt so good giving that wonderful length of his a very
sensual  `roly-poly' as he called it, He just loved the feel of my palms
massage his cock  to his delight and I have to say mine too, because I found it
so very  soothing.
His balls too were still firm and very pliable for a guy his age  and I
remember lots of lengthy and wonderful moments cupping then and gently
squeezing whilst he sucked my cock.

Then the bending across his bench how he liked me, he bought a special
cushion to prop me up for his liking and I really loved to be all ass for him,
it was something so special just hearing his compliments about my rear -
there  were no words, just gentle action at first after the primary cock
sucking he  loved so much, and feeling him enter me with such splendour was
magic, to feel  his slow thrust into me, the way he fucked me, the way he stopped
occasionally  and I could feel it beating so lovely inside me.

Then after the fuck he'd take time simply to enjoy my ass to the full, he
just loved to stretch  it the cheeks apart, which felt so lovely, then push
his face into me and lick my fresh fucked hole which was truly stimulating,
I  can still feel him enjoying me now, even though he has been gone for so
long, it  is as if he is still there up inside me, fucking me to his hearts
content. He  was a lovely soul and we had so many wonderful and happy times
together.

What more can I say, except yes, my stories about Badger are true and I
have discovered that being with an older guy is my  kinda scene, I love the
maturity and the experience and gladly take my jeans down for Richard  and
watch just how he grunts and groans as I teasingly reveal my ass, waiting for
 his deliverance - it is a different guy yes, but the same place,  even the
 old bench was still in situ where Badger enjoyed me on so many occasions,
me  bent over there feeling the absolute gorgeous feeling and soothing of
his  fucking.

But now Richard and I we share our sexual longings, his cock is nice and
big and gives me a sound fucking on all fours like he prefers, but sometimes
he  fucks me like a woman, standing over me as I wrap my legs around his
sturdy back  and feel his strong bountiful thrust take me.

He is lovely really and I mustn't even try to compare him with Badger, I
guess I will get used to Richard when once I accept there can never be
another  Badger and things move on.

But I can still dream and that does no harm to anyone. Yesterday when
Richard was fucking me I yelled out "Badger fuck me hard" and he stopped
awhile,  groaned and then carried on fucking me even harsher than usual. I guess
he  realised my thoughts and was trying to emulate that which I had told him
about  Badger, I didn't mind that at all, his fucks grew better all the time
and when  he'd had me I started to feel how I felt with Badger, that he was
still well and  truly riveting my ass, it felt numb and delightful like he
was still up there  inside me.
Sometimes when I am enjoying oral with Richard I find I am still  closing
my eyes pretending it is Badger's ripe cock I am sucking. I guess that  was
on account that I had just shown Richard so intimate pictures of Badger and
I enjoying ourselves, pictures which when Badger was alive were sacrosanct
and I  would never share them with anyone, they were just for our use when we
were away  from each other, that we might look at them and wank. But now
that he had gone,  and with Richard asking me things like how was it with
Badger and did I have any  pictures I went for it.

He lapped them up and said I looked so wonderful with Badger's cock firmly
wedged deep into my mouth, in fact I guess it made Richard all the more
randy  with me, trying to emulate Badger.
We had some fun doing a couple of short  videos for the same purpose as I
did with Badger, they have come out very well  and there are some great
shorts of Richard fucking me, thanks to his time lapse  he could arrange his
camera how he wanted.

But  Badger has well and truly gone yet his spirit will always remain.  But
now I am thinking as once more I am bent over that bench, how lucky I am to
 have another older guy like Richard and as I feel him cum strong, usually
wearing a ribbed condom which really does it for me, and the way he wanks
me too  as he deep fucks my ass.

It is all so nice and I am settling well after a long absence from sex when
 mourning for Badger.
But now Richard wants me, I feel I can belong once more  as he so enjoys me
in every position, the whole lot around the world as he calls  it - and it
is so very sensual watching him do things, the way he enjoys to  mould my
ass cheeks and suck and lick them, that feeling is so rapturous and
especially the way he spends time rolling his finger gently and gradually  expanding
inside my hole, the way he then asks me to suck the fingers and then  the
way he does too.

Itr is so very sensual and something I am easily able to adapt to - like
our mutual oral interlude, sometimes him on top smothering my face and then
me  smothering his, and then after taking each other spending time French
kissing to  combine the loving  fresh fucked juices - an experience, a new
experience  which we have only recently enjoyed.