Badger's flesh and blood.
Following my introduction to Clive, who turned out to be Badger's younger brother, and who I wrote about in the last chapter, I do feel I am one of the luckiest guys in the world.
Badger meant so much to me, and in compensating for all the sadness I have endured since he died, it seems Clive has fulfilled that space in my life, when I thought I could not live without him.
For something that had started as a bit of fun in old Badger's allotment shed, turned out to be so much more than that. I became besotted with him and longed for of our meetings each week, enjoying the complete privacy we shared together, when we could pleasure each other to the extreme and make it last.
That is one thing I like about being with an older guy - they seem to have the knack of extending the foreplay in a wonderful and delightful way.
And now Clive is no exception, it is all the more thrilling and exciting because he wants to try new and exciting things. I soon discovered he had a thing about spanking and, although I was quite dubious about it at first, he showed me just how it can be mutually enjoyed - and with what followed afterwards, was worth the little pain I suffered whilst bending my virgin rear readily over his lap.
To be honest the idea almost put me off Clive when he started the spanking talk. I thought perhaps I was expecting too much of him because he was Badger's flesh and blood; and when he first did that to me, it was on the promise that if I asked him to stop, he would.
"I think the world of you Alex, I will make it nice for you. Listen to me; you have an ass that asks to be tended and spoiled, especially in those tight brush jeans you wear. I can't explain, but just seeing you bend over in those, to reveal the true beautyof those delightful curves- really drives me frantic. I want to do the kinkiest things with you until eventually I feel the pulse of you inside."
So I went along with him and it was not as I thought,when I was spanked unmercifully. At first he spoiled me in my jeans, he suggested I lean over the potting bench like I often did for Badger - to feel the things he wanted to do to me. I remember those d delightful afternoons in his shed really enjoying just being ass for him, knowing just how much he loved and adored all that.
The feel of his fingers kneading me, smoothing my ass and soothing me, the touch of his mouth and tongue there; doing the things we both liked. For as much as Badger liked to suck hole and cock I did too, and although he never wanted me to enter him, he was quite happy for me to give him some of the dibber he had used on me, sucked and oiled for some really wonderful play times.
And now it was like an action replay, except it was Clive and not Badger who was playing my ass, who was stripping down my jeans to my knees for a quick sniff and taste. I remember how Badger liked that, his face was always into my ass.
"This is really beautiful" he murmured as he probed and teased my hole with his tongue. My balls too didn't go amiss. All the time IO felt him stretching my ass cheeks wide apart so he could really get full access. It felt nice and I lavished it, enjoying the feeling.
