The remedy

I love fresh water fishing. Fort Lauderdale is full of canals and so is most of South Florida. I usually drive out to a canal along Krome Avenue. It is full of bream and small mouth bass. Last week I parked in my usual place along side an old dented pickup truck. It was later than usual when I got to the canal and I found an old man already there fishing.

He was clearly an old native Floridian. He was wearing a straw hat that I hadn’t seen anyone wear since the last time I saw my grandpa. Under the big brim hat his face had the reddish completion of someone with very fair skin that had been in the sun too long. His hair, what little I could see of it, was gray.

He said “Hello” when I approached. As I asked him how the fishing was, as I sized him up. He looked to be in his late sixties. With his reddish completion, I wouldn’t say he was handsome but if you like blue eyes, he had some mighty blue one.

The old man wasn’t wearing a shirt just a pair of overalls. He was chubby, but not really fat and from what I could see of his arms he was completely hairless.

He was very friendly and pulled up his string of fish to show me. “Come on and fish right here beside me and you’ll catch a mess of fish.” He told me. I usually went farther down the canal to fish, but I enjoyed the company of the old man and took him up on his offer.

I had no more that started fishing when the mosquitoes started attacking my legs as I was wearing shorts. I reached in my knapsack for my insect repellent and remembered that I had ran out the last time and forgot to stop at Publix to buy more.

“Shit.” I called out loud as I slapped my legs trying in vain to kill the mosquitoes.

“What the matter?” The old guy called out. I told him that I had forgotten my insect repellent. He laughed and said I was going to get eaten alive. And he was right. The bloodthirsty insect swarmed over my legs. Soon I was swatting at them so much that I couldn’t really fish.

“Why aren’t they biting you?” I finally asked the old man. He told me he had sprayed himself down real good before leaving home. Said when the effectiveness of the repellent wore off he knew it was time to head back home.

“Well, looks like I’m going to have to head home right now.” I told him.

“I have a remedy for mosquitoes, but you might not like it.” The old fisherman said as he laid down his cane pole and walked over to where I was standing.

“Well, I’m open for anything that will stop them from biting me.” I told him.

The old fisherman stepped closer to me and as he did so he reached down and unbuttoned the fly of his overalls. Then without a word he pulled out his big old pecker, aimed it at my legs and started pissing. I was so shocked that I just stood there and let him piss on first one and then the other leg. Finally as his pecker ran dry I spoke up.

“What in the name of Hell are you doing?” I said more shocked than mad.

“It’s an old remedy that my grandpa taught me.” The old fisherman said with his big pecker still hanging out of his fly. He went on to tell me that there was something in urine that repelled insects especially mosquitoes. He said that when he was a kid his grandpa used to piss on his legs each time he went fishing with him. Then he laughed and said. “Of course when I saw grandpa’s big pecker, I didn’t really care. I just like looking at his big pecker.” Then he got a strange look on his face and said he shouldn’t be telling me about him and his grandpa because I would think he was a queer.

I told him that I didn’t think he was queer, but that I did think that he had a big dick. “Yea, you think so?” He said as he grabbed it and swung it back and forth. “You should see it when it’s hard.” He added.

“Does it get much bigger?” I asked suddenly realizing that I might just be able to give the old man a blowjob.

“Hell, it gets lots bigger. My wife still complains that it hurts her every time I fuck her.” He informed me. I told him he must be kidding me that it couldn’t get that big.

“You don’t believe me?” The old fisherman said and when I shrugged my shoulders he started to seriously play with is big pecker. And damn if this old cock didn’t start go swell up like a balloon. It was big to begin with and just kept growing until I found myself eyeing one the biggest cocks I had ever seen.

“What do you say now that I’ve got it good and mad!” The old fisherman said as he waved his huge hard pecker back and forth.

“Damn, I bet I can’t even reach around it.” I told him. He smiled and agreed that it was plenty thick. “Let me see if I can reach around it?” I told him and without waiting for his answer grabbed his huge pecker. “Damn, I can barely reach my finger round you dick.” I said as I closed my hand on his dick.

When he didn’t tell me to let go of his dick, I slowly pulled his foreskin back until the head of his dick popped out. It was big and red.

Then I couldn’t stop myself from dropping to my knees and taking the head of his dick in my mouth. I thought the old fisherman would protest but he didn’t say a word. He just stood there looking down at me as I started sucking his huge pecker.

I swallowed about a third of his pecker and couldn’t take any more of his long thick piece of man meat. It tasted delicious as I slowly run my tongue up and down the shaft of his old pecker. And as married men are inclined to do, he started hunching my mouth as though he was fucking his wife.

I looked up. He was staring down at me. “Never had anyone suck my pecker since grandpa.” He told me as he watched me working on his dick. “You’re good at sucking cock.” He added as I forced myself to deep throat even more of his long thick dick. “Hell, this is better than fucking my old lady!” The old fisherman said as he started hunching me harder and faster.

Suddenly he grabbed me behind the head. “Hell, take it all like my wife’s pussy does.” He called out as he began to force more and more of his long thick dick down my throat.

I wanted to please the old man. I fought to keep from chocking. I let him shove his big pecker deeper and deeper into my throat. I wanted my mouth to be a pussy for the old man. I wanted to give him more pleasure than he got from his wife.

“Yes take my old pecker. Shit, that feels better than a pussy. Suck it down your throat.” The old fisherman said as I took his long thick dick until my mouth was pressed hard against the fly of his overalls. I couldn’t hold his entire dick in my throat for very long, as I couldn’t breath. But the old fisherman didn’t seem to mind when I pulled my head back and again started working on just the head of his pecker. In fact he let go of my head. He placed his hands on his hips and just stared down at me as I sucked him expertly.

“You are going to make my old pecker squirt if you keep doing that.” The old fisherman warned. I wanted his load so I sucked and tongued his massive dick even more. “It’s going to squirt.”

And it did! I felt a strong stream of cum jetting form his dick. I swallowed and kept swallowing as the old fisherman’s pecker squirted out his load. Then even as I continued to suck the last few drops of his cum out, the old fisherman’s pecker deflated. He let me suck on his soft dick for several more moments before pulling it away.

“That felt mighty good.” He told me as he buttoned his fly. “Well, looks like I have enough fish already. Guess I’ll be heading home.”

“Hope I’ll see you here again.” I said as I watched the old man gathering up his tackle.

“Oh, you will. I never refused my grandpa when he wanted it and I will not refuse you.” He said and winked.

I smiled and waved to him as he headed back through the tall grass toward his pickup. And he was as good as his word. Whenever I get the time, and urge to suck his big dick, I meet him at the fishing canal. He never does anything to me but that’s all right. I enjoy sucking his big cock and swallowing his nice load.