The Guy That Was Badger

Just being with Badger was twofold. I know I have written endlessly about him and our wonderful times we both enjoyed in his allotment shed and since his passing I do miss him terribly. But he knew he was going and told me never to mourn him but just to remember him by the gloriously happy and joyful thrilling times we shared in our own private world.

And do you know? He never ever took me for granted, in truth sometimes I wish he had because like the times I felt I wanted some mastering by this wonderfully virile and active older man, but hey! I should be grateful for all those compatible bonds we did have.

I guess the nearest thing that came into the 'masterful' bracket was when at times he was in that mood when he wanted to just have me leaning steeply over his lap and loved to slap my buttocks, commenting on the wonderful way they responded to each slap and how he adored seeing them redden to a plum colour. It was really lovely being ass for him that way and for every way, for the fucking afterwards, feeling him pound against my numb buttocks always gave me that feeling of being wanted, and that I was giving Badger the thrill and happiness he deserved, the way he pampered me before after the spanking, his genteel fingers running between my thighs and between my freshly spanked cheeks with a smearing of cream lubrication which he said made me smell so divine that he would forever want to fuck the ass off of me.

I could never get enough of that either, with my cock swollen and implanted between his thighs as I bent over them was delicious, and the feel of his fingers exploring every crook and cranny like he always wanted to do prior to that wonderfully gratifying deep fuck I looked forward to when he had done with all the foreplay - which went along with quite happily, just being there for him, just being all ass and hole for him as he told me what he planned to do with me next, having me over the bench which was just the right height for fucking and also oral play too, the splendour of feeling his tongue penetrate me as he stretched my ass cheeks wide apart for his complete enjoyment of me and no holds barred, his mouth and lips enjoying every part of me, between my cheeks and down to my hanging balls which he loved to cherish, and cradle as he fondled my rigid cock, whispering to me just how good it smelt and how good it felt and would I like for him to massage it, and when I said yes he asked me to turn around so I was sitting on the edge of the bench, went down to his knees and gave me the most wonderful touching, massaging and deep, deep sucking. In fact until Badger sucked me I didn't really know what real oral thrills were all about because he took his time and really enjoyed his cock to the full, taking it right deep into his throat until I felt the vibration of his gurgles when his breath was spent and he had to release me for breath.

But not for long because a few deep breaths and my cock was firmly lodged inside his mouth again for another sweet sucking until I shot my load so strong, watching him massage my knob end as the cum dribbled down his chin, those big eyes looking up at me with that so admiring expression, then I enjoyed the full splendour of him sucking me more until I cum a second time and his mouth was utterly full of my hot cream - which he swallowed down with a gulp and told me that he had now eaten part of me and then could he eat my ass.

I turned again so he could fulfil his wish and knowing he had just sucked me to cum, it felt even better having his face implanted between my ass cheeks and enjoying the sweet and thrilling tease and touch of his mouth sucking my hole with absolutely no inhibitions at all.

I was so ready then to feel the fuck of his wonderful hard stiff cock inside me, but he would want the oral business first and although my ass was well ready and my cock and balls were numbed after his sucking. I was happy to do that, knowing the result would result in the most wonderful and stimulating deep fucking to complete the morning session in the allotment shed.

So there he was, standing there against the bench with his eight inch cock at the ready, looking all ripe and red except for those wonderful brown veins running down his length, I stretched his foreskin back tight like he always liked me to do and gave him some gentle p-hole tease when I loved to hear him moan as I clasped both hands tightly around his girth and took in the pungent scent of fresh glistening ardent cock which was there for the sucking, I loved so much to feel; the ridge of that wondrous know on the curve of my tongue and then to give him a good hearty balling as I then got down to the real business of the long sensual sucking of cock.

I loved to taste and tantalise him when he cried out that he could hold on no longer and craved for my fuck, loved the way then that he tugged me away, steeped my bodily across the bench, stretched my ass cheeks wide apart and plunged his hot fresh sucked cock deep up inside me for the most hot and thrilling fucking

Holding his measure deep inside me so we could each feel the deep throbbing sensation as he kept nudging my ass cheeks, it felt so good and perfect and comfortable inside me, I wanted for it to remain there, never wanting the fuck to end, but when it s=did it was all hell let loose and we both felt so very gratified after it.

So ardent was his fuck that afterwards, as I made for home, I felt it was still inside me,

That was the true measure of the guy that was Badger and his wonderful always fuck of me.