It's funny, being with two guys since poor Badger died, I still have fond memories of him.
Don't get me wrong but Danny and John are great lovers and there fucks are unsurpassed - and I am very happy to serve both of them, either individually or sometimes, when the occasion arises, the two of them - when we share a rapturous threesome which is quite something.
But everyone is different t I guess in approach and charisma, and Badger was not without his great charm. I have forgotten the number of the times we fucked in his allotment shed - when he had me over the potting bench quite a number of times, because that is one of his favorite positions with me placed neatly between two vices to which, during his perversions, he would strap me or use black elastic strips stretched across my ass i8n a way to keep my as cheeks stretched wide, so that I could thrill to his wonderful teasing and all manner of things when he would enjoy me orally and touchy feely, and of course with a rapturous fuck he was always so generous with.
I adored his wonderful slow time in and out thrusts, hearing is pop out and squelch in again, that was really wonderful, even is sometimes he did miss with the return thrust and I felt his erection slide between my crotch and ram my balls. But it was all part of what Badger was all about.
He claimed I had the best fucking ass in the world and I guess I was flattered by that. And it was always so lovely and special with Badger to feel him slowly exploring me, like every time was fresh, even the little things he had not done and tried before, all sorts of kinky things too, sometimes I had to grit my teeth when he primed me up with something hanging on hooks in his shed, like gardening implements, like I would never have imagined would have given anyone any sexual joy, but with Badger he was some perverted guy and he could virtually turn anything gardening tool into a sex toy Anything that had a handle or a stem would do, especially if they were ribbed to give me that extra oomph!
That was the bit about Badger that was really special and I enjoyed his perversions, with me steeped over that bench for him, presenting my all to its absolute best angle and position, he'd take a chair, place it between my opened legs and concentrate. I could almost hear his thoughts when he started to act out something that he had obviously planned before we met on a certain day.
I remember plainly on talking the journey on my bike to see Badger what specialty he would like to practice with me today. He never ever disappointed me.
And it was all so very thrilling and joyful, I loved to be all ass for him to try his wicked ways, like he'd always ask me first saying things like; "Pete would you like me to try to see what I can do with this?" and there he was, holding a pair of wooden handled secateurs or something similar like his favorite; a plant dibber which, with a dollop of Vaseline, he'd work into me with so much joy and zest that he made it seem like a work of art, poking, holding it inside, moving it around until I whimpered with pleasure with the way he did that, stretching and plying my hole. And even with the secateurs he found a way to thrill me by somehow inserting one of the wooden handle grips into me whilst arranging so the other handle grip stroked my hanging balls every time he thrust in and out of me.