"So you were the guy my brother left a thousand to in his will."
"Who are you?" I asked whilst cleaning out old Badger's allotment shed. He'd left that to me too and as a token of respect and remembering our wonderful times together. I wanted to keep it spick and span.
"I am Clive, Badger's younger brother, so he left you his shed as well, you and he must have been well acquainted I'd say. Did his wife know or did she find out and is that what killed her?"
"I don't know what you are talking about, in fact I didn't know his wife had died too."
"Yes she did, about a month after Badger the old rascal. She was his third wife but he liked to play around a bit."
I looked at him a little shocked, because with me Badger seemed always to be static and as far as I knew never messed with another guy - in fact he always said he had met his everlasting friend until he died, but of course we were more than that, much more. The feelings in that shed were strong and very memorable and it was within those wooden panels we shared each other intimately.
It wasn't just the emotional pulls I felt either. The feel of him was still so very strong, like he was still alive and we were doing all those wonderful things together. It was like a hunger inside but something that had gone forever. I could only live with the memories.
I saw the old vice he used to make wooden things for a dolls house and the wooden 'dibber' he used to prick out those seedlings in the spring, to bring them on later in large pots before he planted them later in the allotment. But the dibber had other uses too with which he'd use to enjoy himself with me. Still the Vaseline wa son the bench which he used to lubricate me and I could not help touching them, the dibber too, smooth and pointed which made me feel so wonderfully prepared for him. He'd have me across the bench with a pillow underneath my front tp prevent bruising, he was very considerate always but despite his aging years he still managed to give me a hefty fuck.
That was after we'd indulged in some wonderful oral sex after the dibber delight which was lovely; I can still taste old badger so earthy and wonderful for his age. He could still raise a good erection which was soon throbbing in my mouth given of lots of wonderful slow and deep sucking.
Then he'd suck me, my ass too, he excelled in that after he'd dibbed me. It was like he was eating me, I had to crouch over him as he laid on his armchair, prop my ass up to the angle he wanted and waver it about, teasing and tantalizing him to a frenzy. Then he'd stretch my cheeks apart until I felt it would split and next thing, he was pushing his face between and I felt the ecstasy of a very long and wonderful delight asshole sucking which became standard, as far as Badger concerned because he loved that so very much and he always said it was the next best thing to screwing me.
That is how it always was with dear old Badger, he was such a wonderful lover and what we did in the confines of that shed became natural - I could even take cream to experiment with, and he'd suck me up to his heart's content with a squirt of cream to savor the flavor, as he used to say. He liked cock with cream too, getting me to spurt it under his foreskin and then suck it out, it all made for wonderful new sensual sensations.
Our bond was something very special and I do miss Badger so very much.
But now this guy Clive had come unannounced into my life and it was weird just how much he looked like Badger, the nose, eyes and the build, a little stocky but strong, he had more hair than Badger though and I guess was about ten years younger.
It seemed like he knew all about Badger and me because he told me not to feel guilty about his wife maybe finding out about her husband's homosexual leaning and perhaps it was presumptuous for him to assume she ever did find out.
"But how did you know about us, Clive?" I asked.
He just smiled - just like Badger used to smile and said he knew his brother and now meeting me, because he knew he would find me on the allotment on a Saturday - because that was the day his brother always spent at the allotment.
"And I can see too from your responses, that you were attached to Badger and I am just so glad you were able to give him so much pleasure in his Autumn years, Alex."
We got talking. Clive and I and I soon discovered he had many of the qualities of Badger. One thing led to another and he started to confess about how often he had indulged in sexual fantasies about being with another guy. "I guess it runs in the family aye, Alex?"
