"How do you know me?" I asked when this guy, who knew my name, started talking to me in the allotment.
"Badger?" he replied.
"But he died last year bless his soul" I queried.
"I'm his nephew, my name is Pete, he mentioned you often, said you grew the best runner beans around."
I was taken back. Looking at him I could see a family likeness. "Yes we got on well" I continued. "We use to share refreshments he prepared in his shed, he had everything in that shed. I miss the old guy."
"Well, Alex I thought it about right that I should keep up the allotment for him, and his shed."
And that was that, we carried on working our plots but I said goodbye when I left, he was sorting the shed out. I did wonder if he knew anything about Badger and me, surely not. Badger usually kept that quiet although there was the time his mate knocked on the door when we were together in a very embarrassing position, but it all seemed to be okay although I guess his mate suspected something when he saw the state of Badger. All red faced and breathing heavily!
Anyway, the long and the short of it was I discovered the next time I was working on the allotment, that Pete knew his Uncle and I had a relationship. He told me in no uncertain terms that I must have been the guy that cheered Badger up when he was down and how, through a friend of his, he knew we were much more than just mates.
"What's your friends name?" I asked and when he told me it was old John, well he was the one who knocked on the closed allotment shed door that day, when Badger and I were deep into it.
"No problem though Alex. It is just that I am drawn to you and I can see what Badger saw in you and, well putting my cards son the table, maybe we could form a relationship too, me thinking it would be a tribute to old Badger?"
Pete had caught me off guard completely and I was stuck for words.
"No problem," he continued smiling " It may well be likely that you have another ongoing relationship by now and I wouldn't be surprised, you are a good catch!"
I liked the look of Pete sure enough, he was my type of guy, still older than me but not so much as Badger, I would say about ten years older. I like older guys sure enough and Pete was no exception.
Yes I could go for that.
"Okay" was all I said and my positive reply was going to lead to a whole new and wonderful relationship in the potting shed where Badger and I had set off, even the cushion we used when he had me over the bench which was still there and all his coffee making facilities too, It was as though Badger was still around leading us on. Me remembering the many times he had fucked me over that cushion.
Initially of course we got to know each other on a more intimate basis, sitting there with the shed door open but when he got up to close it, and lock us in I knew something was afoot and my heart started thumping one to the dozen, just how it use too when I was in there with Badger and he started to feel me in his own particular way, it was like I could still smell the scent of him, a combination of his body and cigar smoke, it had a certain warmth to it and when he had me it was always such a pleasure.
Now I was in the mode to have his nephew and looking into his eyes I could almost see the eyes of Badger and that certain lusty expression
Looking down I could see he was rubbing himself up and when he grasped my left hand, guided it to his crotch, I knew that was the start of something very special and deep - and once I had ventured into that there was no turning back, although I knew then I would have no problem in turning my back on Pete.
He had the most delightful attributes one could wish for and as I massaged him fully, unzipping and taking him out, I enjoyed the full warmth of him and watched delighted as he started to swell into e very big boy, bigger than Badger who was a good seven inches,
"I have a feeling we are going to be good for each other" he whispered as he urged me not to stop feeling him. I grasped it tightly and started to gently wank him, stretching his foreskin back to expose a lovely prime purple and red knob which looked good - he closed his eyes, head back and groaned as I continued to squeeze, jerk and tease him and stroking his balls beneath with the other hand, cupping them in my palm just like Badger liked me to do.
Sat on Badger's old round oak stool, legs stretched wide apart it, was a real joy to pleasure him, the way I use to do with Badger.
"Mmm!. I can see why Badger liked you so much," Pete muttered laying his hand over mine as I continued to jerk him enthusiastically. It had been a long time since I'd been with a guy. I was still having a good relationship with an older woman but I liked to mix the pot a bit and enjoy both worlds. Finding the right guy was always a challenge. Like going into the relevant chat sites on the Web. You find a guy who seems willing and able, even plan to meet him, and what do you know! He doesn't turn up so you are left with a 'maybe and a head full of frustration with ungratified fantasies and dreams.
There was just one guy who didn't let me down and that was Danny whom I have written about several times and our wonderful times together. That was before Badger and when Danny left me I decided to go for an older guy in future because they did seem to be more stable.
Now at last I had met dear old Badger's nephew and there I was happily restoring the thrill I had often encountered in that shed with Pate's uncle.
