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.