Besotted with Ned. Copyright Alex Carr 2009.
Have become absolutely besotted by Ned since he took me on to help him in his allotment and the first time he fucked me in his allotment shed. Since then he has progressed into buying a small garden centre and nursery and has taken me on full time, but I still have flash backs of those earlier times at the allotment.
One particular weekend it had become so normal having Ned that I came to the point when I couldn't sleep just thinking of him. Come Sunday morning I took a walk up to the allotment hoping I'd see Ned and he'd want me to help.
Sure enough I was so pleased to see him planting potatoes, armed with a large dibber to make the hole for planting the potatoes, I watched for a while gloating at his rough gardener's stance, bending and working his dibber into the
soil, then dropping a potato into it. He looked so strong and virile and I felt a surge go through my spine each time he worked that dibber into the soil.
Then he saw me, grinned and commented "I know what you want, lad" as he continued to work his dibber. "Do you want any help, Ned?" I asked. "No, nearly finished this row now, rows of twenty they be, same number as the times I fuck you each month I reckon." he grunted with that deep voice of his. "More sometimes, " I replied already feeling the pangs of his prick up my ass, remembering how it felt, him inside, fucking me so deep. I stood there, squeezing my as cheeks together with the thought, he saw me and commented that he wouldn't be long, and how he noticed I was always hungry for it.
He was right, it is hard to explain but there was just something that spurred me on to the point where I just had to have it and that morning was a pure example of the craving I felt, to feel and taste his cock like it was a hunger for food, but to feel the pulse of his hot sour cum fill my mouth was an experience so wonderfully divine, not to mention his fuck, because that was sensational.
Ned dibbed his last hole and planted the last potato, looked at me the hungry way I had become used to and said:" Right, `me cocker - let get you into the shed and no mistake, but a drink first, mind - I'm parched. He stamped into
the shed and pushed a bottle of water ton his mouth, it was a hot morning and he was steaming. - "Better cool it a bit for your service, Lad you won't want it that hot!" he chuckled, unzipping and pulling it out and pouring water over its hulk. I looked down, what a picture, how I missed it, seeing it like this in all its glory was beautiful, I just couldn't wait to feel it fill my cheeks. I immediately sunk onto my knees, Ned leaning against the bench, still undoing his belt as I wedged his steaming cock through into my mouth, he was still dropping his mud smeared trousers as I got to work on him.
"My, you are some cock hungry lad, look let me just be rid of these eh. Then you can have it to your hearts content." I backed a little - the taste of him in my mouth now, that certain pungency that was a delight, now I wanted to suck and lick him balls too.
Trousers and briefs removed there it was all stood up proudly for me, his balls hanging delightfully below like a pair of red plums ready for the picking,
I just loved to feel and handle them as I started to suck the red end of his
cock. To hear the familiar grunts of pleasure was an extra delight as my tongue got into the rhythm of wrapping around his cock and sensualising the sour taste of it, sometimes sweet though when he delivered me a few droplets of pre-cum, I called it my sweet and sour cock, all of its eight inch shaft, licking it all, down under his balls, I could not get enough of it, the suck and taste and the smell of good hard primed cock was everything. Soon Ned was crying out for it too, his mouth foaming . Like he was a bull coming onto his cow in season, I knew I would be feeling what I had been enjoying in my mouth up my ass any minute.
"Come on, Lad, you can suck my cum another time, I want and need your ass now, drop `em and bend it for me, let's see that very fuckable ass. The thrill of how he always said that when he wanted my fuck was always a turn on, I was
stripped in no time, he was squeezing my cock and balls as he twisted me around so my ass was facing his cock, then the feel of his strong hand push my back down across the bench presenting my ass for his pleasure. I knew what to expect when he took his belt, (first opening the shed door to check no one was near, because my ass being belted was going to make a right noise,) and stroked my ass cheeks with it, I knew it would sting as always it did at first, but then I knew, after a few lashes the pain would change to numbness and that is when I would feel his entry deep between my plum red cheeks, stretched apart, he yelling at me to lift one leg up so he could get easy entry. The belting and spanking had become part of our sessions together, ever since the first time when he took me over his knee and gave me a right sound spanking I shall never forget, the tingle of all that , spreading across my ass was a wonderful turn on when afterwards he massaged me with essential creams and the like, then lubricating my hole pre-fuck to enable the most perfect deep penetrating fuck, and with the size of his monster, I needed that in the early days before I had been properly initiated, but it felt so heavenly just bent over for him, feeling the touch of his tongue as he sucked me there first, his tongue twirling around, and then the feel of his fingers massaging the lubricating oils up inside.
That's what he started to do then, me moving my ass for him, tantalising him with its movement as he lavished me with his tongue, saying he loved to taste me, see what I had for breakfast, seemed crude at first but that was just part of Ned, how it was with him but really went for it, the thought of him eating my hole was electrifying and then to be serves with the absolute delight of his wonderful stiff hard prick afterwards, heaven on earth!
Pictures in my mind of him shoving the dibber into the soil as he gradually worked it into me, always wondering at first if he had it in the right place, as it was not quite at the entrance but a little way up, but he liked to rub it up first between my cheeks, it was lovely too, feeling its heat and its throb before it went into me, and then when it did, the throb was more intense and the thrusts began to build until he was literally thrusting me like a steam hammer on full power.
In those days I wondered why I didn't split open, his fucks were so rough and intense, and went on for ages, occasionally stopping to gather breath feeling the bulk of his cock wedged deep inside me, I could not move at that stage, I could do nothing, he had me good and properly pinned to the bench deep up inside me. I could just about move my hips, which made him surge all the more, taking me sideways in, first one side then bending it to go into me the other side, that hurt believe me, but afterwards the feeling was there, and when I returned home he was still there up inside me, seemingly fucking me for ever, and that was a real bonus,
But at least for a while, the ache for Ned had gone, but I knew it would not be for long because soon I would be feeling his dibber plant his seed into me once more.