As he always did, he tied a red ribbon he kept in his tool drawer tightly around the base of my cock. It was fun but had a purpose too, we'd learnt by trial and error that once I'd cum I lost the impetus to have him inside me because, for me, that was what it is all about, the foreplay and build up to the climax which, once reached, satisfied me for the duration. But in doing that Badger knew I could not cum no matter what he did with me, but when the time did come, when he'd reached that waterloo deep up inside my ass, he'd release the bond, briskly wank me to a gushing finale - and somehow that made the whole thing of being with Badger much more sensual.
"I'd like to try pushing that up your ass" he said looking all excited when I told him what I'd been doing with the anal vibrator - he wanted to play with the vibrator, I'd bring it a long next time.
"Will look forward to that, better than a carrot aye, lad?"
He was referring to the time he was having difficulty getting a suitable hard on, hard enough to fuck me, so unselfish was he that I'd be missing out that he smothered this ample carrot in KY jelly and worked it into me. The thought of him doing that at first revolted me, but I thought so much of him I let him do it - and do you know what, it was quite nice really, the rough edges giving me wondrous erotic spasms. "Tell you what, Pete" he said after trying it, realising that it was a hit, "I will shape the end like this..." He cleverly used a penknife to carve a knob shape and, chuckling he even notched a chip from the point to represent my p-hole. It was all great fun and we both derived a lot of ingenious pleasure, first me sucking the carrot with all the sexual magic I could muster and then the way he bent me over his lap, legs astride and then fucked my ass what he laughingly called the carrot fuck. Then he'd make me suck it and he did too - relishing the taste of fresh fucked asshole (his words, he was so kinky like that) Looking back now it was something we remembered with great passion and I can't tell you what he brought in from his allotment afterwards - the strawberries were a delight - he relished squeezing them into me and sucking the juices out again - but put a neat stop to it when he brought in this huge, huge marrow - "no way are you going to push that inside me" I yelled. But he laughed and said it was to take home for dinner, stuffed with mince! So long as it wasn't going to stuff me then" I responded
He spanked me for that. Said I was getting far to bossy, That he was the one who should be bossy, but any excuse to give me that sound spanking and he took the full advantage - he often enjoyed that of me. He made me wear these tight braces, so as to accentuate my ass he said, my ass feeling like it was being split apart in my blue jeans - he loved to see my ass bulging and waiting for it, and he didn't mean just the spanking - for after the spanking he shafted me like a good'un, his cock thrusting in and out of me like a piston engine, somehow the spanking really turned him on, and given time, when I got used to it me too, it inevitably stung at first, his rough hands coming down hard on my separated buttocks, but the way he ripped down my tight jeans afterwards was magic, and the way he took me bent steep bare back on all fours, smothering my credentials with his face, licking me out with his big long tongue was a joy - and then the feel of his heavy hard prick sliding inside right up to the hilt every time, gave me what I wanted, an ass full of pure unadulterated hot cock, like Badger could give me - holding it there still sometimes, until I screamed for him to move, to fuck me more - feeling the energy of his throb pulsing inside me, he'd fuck the ass off me - made me shake from side to side, his balls slapping my ass every time he pushed into me. I wanted to be all ass for Badger I really did, and when I was away from him, I felt him there inside me - until I was again quenched by his fuck the following weekend in his allotment hut..
It became a really strange affair, I mean strange in as much as we seemed to grow on each other, the need was forever there like a hunger for food, his hunger he said - for the taste of me, the fuck of me and the same for me, to taste his pungent cream spurt hot into my mouth was an everlasting experience I always want to repeat, just as long as he has anything left after fucking me.
I suck him dry afterwards, it is good tasting the both of us when he presses his mouth to mine when I have taken his cum, and we share the experience, when at last he releases my bond from my throbbing hard cock, when it erupts like a volcano that is possibly the most intimate any two people can do with each other, to me it is now the most natural thing in the world to want to share that esurience with my beloved Badger...
