Those horny memories flash back as I think of helping Ned in his allotment with the reward of his gorgeous cock deep inside me. I remember as we toiled on his patch doing the Autumn dig (Ned was as particular about that as he was in finding the right position to fuck me - it all had to be done properly, spade pressed right into the ground and the soil thoroughly turned over - and with each level turned over I had to scramble with the wheelbarrow, shovel up some dung from the compost heap, and tip it into the trench, spreading it along the line ready to cover up with the next dig.
Once I was having a problem lifting the handles of the wheelbarrow having filled it too much, feeling a helping hand behind me I felt the shove of Ned's heavy crutch press into me at the back as he helped me lift it. It was good sign that as soon as we had finished the job in hand he would have a really stiff one for me. All to do was to hurry up and finish the dig and then Ned would be digging me, and how! I remember on one particular occasion though how I ached for him, trouble was there was still a good hours work to do. I guess I prayed for the rain storm which quickly brewed up in the western skies, knowing that we would have to dash into the allotment hut and he would be serving me the goods.
What a wonderful day that was, the storm persisted for nigh on the whole morning - and so did Ned, the spanking, sucking , licking and fucking was all part of the wonderful relationship I had built up with Ned and for an older man he could pull out all the tricks and with the zest of an adolescent, which I was at the time. -sweet eighteen and in my full prime sharing with him the joys and thrills of mutual pre-fucking - all that entailed, like the tasting, the sniffing - all that at one time had seemed abhorrent was now delicious, fantastic as I savoured the taste of his ripe cock in my mouth, rolling its head with my tongue as its tip found his p-hole, my taste buds frantic for the taste of that, the utter feel of it as I tantalised and teased it, sucking it all up deeply until I felt his pre-cum spurt into my throat, sucking and licking it all up, feeling it slide down my throat, that so wonderfully warm and comforting sensation, the feeling of being wanted and the pleasure of giving was absolutely out of this world.
Then a bonus, that frantic storm outside, matching the storm of our fucking inside, the thunder, the lightning and the sound of the rain and hailstones pelting down on the roof, all combined to make it a most exhilarating and remembered session with Ned, the very atmosphere of that morning was electric, the sound of the storm so loud I couldn't hear Ned's grunting and moaning as he got his cock up inside me, working me this way and that as his big hands tightened on my hips, holding me steady as he pumped me in several directions, feeling my hole stretch and rebound as his long thick cock gave it the full works.
As the storm grew so did his fuck, my ass cheeks were numb as he feverishly spanked me as he fucked, each time he leant back before the next deep sensual trust , his hand came down heavy against my cheek, first the right, then the left as he changed hands, later he'd cane me over the bench I knew that, it was painful yet heaven with Ned, I just wanted to be all ass for him and all that meant full package -then the nudging and the squeezing of my cock, his balls hanging low and firm, slapping against my well spanked ass cheeks as he thrust in and out like a wild thing.
When he came it was strong like the storm outside, he stood up, yelled at me to turn from my bent over position over the bench, I knew what to expect, and went for it, his heavy cock still pulsing as I took it at the base and planted it fully into my mouth to suck away the residue of his rich creamy spunk, the taste divine, still ripe after the fuck, still spurting some as I drew it deep into my throat, squeezing those heavy balls I had just felt his slapping me behind, licking and exploring as the storm continued.
"Over the bench again, lad" he yelled wanting me again, the persistence of my sucking and licking having turned him on again, next thing I felt the delicious feel of his mouth and tongue working the back of my balls and hole, then the licking as he really drove me insane just wanting the full length of his cock up inside again - like another storm within a storm hen pumped me again and again until my hole was sore and numb, his fuck was as strong as the storm and then - the calm, the rain, the hailstones stopped and the sun came out, we both lay there exhausted.
"Think we will give finishing the dig a miss today, Pete lad" said Ned.
or "It's be much too wet and messy to do any more.". He was referring to the ground outside of course, but equally he could have meant my well fucked ass. But that didn't mean he would want nothing more of me that day.
"Get your tight jeans back on, lad - you know how I like you bent over in those."
He wasn't wrong there and soon, there I was stretched fully across the bench, a cushion beneath my front to raise my feet off the ground, my ass perched up so high for his pleasure, "now which one today," he mumbled feeling for the several canes of all sizes hanging there in the hut. He grabbed one, bent it, it had a good spring to it and I knew I was going to get a real beating, you'd think that by having jeans on would dull the sting, no way, it more contained it, spread the feeling across my hind.
I knew as soon as he started to size my bum cheeks up, just slight taps of he cane, that he would soon come down on me relentlessly and I would end up with the cane marks inscribed over both cheeks, of course I had to down my jeans afterwards to display the result of his pleasure, and then he'd massage in some soothing cream which was a real treat to behold after that beating, it was again something between Ned and I that we both thoroughly enjoyed.
He'd also give me a wonderful slow cock suck afterwards just to show there were no hard feelings, and he made it last and last by grasping my cock at the base, then when he was ready to receive my loads over his face he'd let go the grasp and I came with a huge spurt, drenching him with it. What a perfect end to a good morning in allotment hut and I will always remember there was no one afterwards, quite like the late Ned Barker. And I can still experience the feel of him up my ass. Memories divine.
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