Gator

I watched as my laptop disappeared into the brackish water of the swamp. As it sank deeper a few bubbles struggled to the surface before the blackish water became glass smooth again perfectly reflecting the late evening light. I back away from the old gator hole as though moving away from something dangerous.

When I turned around the unpainted cabin filled my view. It was old though not as old as the gator hole. It rested on stilts over the marshy saw grass like a tried old man resting on walking canes. Home, I thought as I approached the steps and climbed up to the small front porch of the unpainted cabin build of Dade County Pine.

Then I set in the rocking chair and looked down at the gator hole that had swallowed my laptop. I let out a sigh of relief. No more Internet! No move website! Now I am totally alone, I thought as I slowly rocked back and forth as I continued to stare at the dark water of the gator hole.

My friend's death had changed me. I just couldn't face people any more. I had tried to find a new lover in Chardee's and Tropics but couldn't stand the crowds and people only interested in sex! So, alone I had move out of Fort Lauderdale and to the edge a small no name town off of I-75.

Living at the very edge of the great swamp was something that I had fantasized doing when I was a young boy. Now pushing 60th I seemed to be traveling back in time trying to find something that I had lost somewhere along the way. I couldn't really name that something, but I could feel it missing in my life.

My glance moved from the gator hole to the nearby airboat with its huge propeller at the rear and a tall seat in the middle to better see over the saw grass. I had sold my car. The airboat was my only means of transportation. I was cut off from the world that required an automobile. It was just me and the swamp.

Suddenly above the calls of the birds and bellowing of a faraway bull gator, I heard the irregular hum of an airboat. I glanced in the direction of the great swamp, as the sound seemed to be coming from it. And sure enough as the hum grew louder the direction was confirmed.

I fully expected it to skim on by, riding lightly over the saw grass choked water, but as the airboat come into view, I saw that it was heading directly toward the cabin. A sense of excitement filled me. I had been isolated in the cabin for a month without seen a single person. Suddenly, I found it strange that I had ran away from people and was getting excited thinking I might be having a visitor.

Even as it approached, I could tell that the airboat was old and not running smoothly. The man driving it was shirtless and stout. I couldn't tell his age until he docked beside my airboat. Only then could I see the gray hair on his head and chest. And he was dressed strange, wearing a red bandana tied around his forehead and with a hunting bow and arrows slung across his shoulder Indian style. He removed the bow and arrows from over his shoulders as the airboat came to a complete stop next to mine

When he climbed out of the airboat, I saw that he was wearing homemade shoes cut from automobile tires with the rubber from inner tubs as straps. And damn if I couldn't see the old man's dick hanging out of left leg of his shorts as he walked directly toward the steps of the cabin.

"You live here or just using it?" The old man asked looking up at me. His face was clean-shaven and even from where I was sitting I could see sparkling blue strange eyes.

"I'm the owner. I live here. How are you?" I said in greeting.

"Gator's the name. I been using the cabin when I come to town for groceries. Didn't know anyone had moved in." He said and the fell silent.

"Where are you from?" I asked.

Instead of answering he point to the swamp. "I come in to sale my gator hides and buy groceries."

"Yea." I said as I found myself staring at the old man's huge dick hanging out of the leg of his shorts.

"I always sleep here." He said. "Ain't got no other place." He added.

"Ah... well you are welcome to stay here if you want to." I surprised myself by saying.

"Thanks!" Was all the old man said as he climbed the long steps to the porch. Once on the porch I got a better look at him and estimated him to be in his seventies. Still he was a powerful looking man with broad shoulders and thick thighs even though he was carrying a good size belly. I sort of expected him to smell but he didn't. He looked shockingly clean, even his fingernails. And up close his huge dick, hanging from the leg of his red clean shorts, looked like a white fire hose it was so thick.

He squatted down Indian fashion on the porch with his long thick dick touching the pine boards of the porch. I couldn't take my eyes off his dick. As I set in the rocking chair staring at it, I suddenly realized that I hadn't had sex in two months.

"Do you know... ah that your... ah dick is hanging out of our shorts?" I asked hesitantly.

The old man didn't even glance down at his dick. "I don't usually wear clothes. Only when I come for groceries. They arrested me last time cause it was showing. These are the only shorts I got." He answered as he stared out into the swamp. "I don't like people." He added.

"Well maybe I have some pants what will fit you." I told him thinking that his waist and my former friend's were about the same size. I had save some of his clothes, not having the heart to throw them away.

"Might keep me out of jail." Was all he said. Then he looked directly at me. "Mind if I take them off?" He said and before I could answer he stood up and pulled down the red shorts and stepped out of them.

"Sure, go ahead." I said anyway as I watched him neatly fold his shorts and place them carefully on the porch before squatting down in front of me again.

My eyes must have widened considerable as I got a full view of his huge uncircumcised dick and big bull balls, becaused he smiled at me for the first time.

"Ah... are you married?" I asked as I tried not to look at his dick.

"No. Women are disciples of Satan." He told me and didn't elaborate.

"Oh... I see." I said suddenly wondering if the guy was crazy. And a sense of concern for my safety surface and made me feel uneasy. But I still found myself asking. "How long have you lived in the swamp?"

"Oh, since I was a kid. My stepmother threw me out of the house. Said I was crazy cause I was always playing with my dick. Ain't nothing wrong with being naked and playing with yourself. Just natural." The old man said. And as though to prove it he reached down and lifted his huge thick limp dick and began to play with his over lapping foreskin.

"No, nothing wrong with masturbating." I mumbled as I watched the old man's dick began to lengthen even more as it swelled up. My own dick began to get hard as I watched him. "Ah, is jacking off all you do?" I asked in a voice that suddenly sounded sexually charged.

"No, I suck me self off most of the time." He added as he glanced up at me. "That's what my stepmother caught me doing. She said I was crazy. Got my Pa convinced and he was going to send me to some hospital place. That's when I left home. Course they came looking for me but I know the swamp like the back of my hand. Ain't nobody can find me in the swamp if I don't want them too."

"I bet." I said. "You mean you can suck your own dick. I've never seen anyone that could do that. Sure you're not just kidding me?" I said suddenly so excited at the prospect of seeing the old man sucking his own dick that my own pecker was rock hard and throbbing.

"I ain't kidding, Mister. Ain't nothing to it." The old man said and to prove it he set down on the floor and spread his legs out in front of him as he bent his head down between his legs as he lifted his long thick dick toward his mouth.

"My, word!" I exclaimed as I watched the old man's mouth close around his huge dick head and then slowly inch down the shaft of his gigantic dick until he had more the three thirds of it down his throat. And damn if his old dick didn't swell up bigger and bigger until it looked ready to pop.

"See, mister, ain't nothing to it." The old man said smiling like a child as he pulled his mouth away from his huge old dick.

For a moment, I was so excited that I couldn't respond. I just stared down at the old man and the huge dick he was holding.

"I did it for the police chief while I was in jail. He had me do it several times for him. It's always more fun when there's someone to watch me. That's about the only thing I miss out in the swamp." The old man said looking directly at me with in strange incredibly blue unblinking eyes. "But the police chief warned me that I couldn't be sucking myself off or ever be seen naked or he would have to arrest me and that the next time he wouldn't let me out of jail for a long time. That's why I bough me this pair of nice short."

"Yea, but you can't go into town with you dick hanging out of them like it was when you came here." I finally was able to say.

"It's not my fault that it hangs out." The old man said and suddenly had a small boy-pouting look on his aged face. "Then that means I can't go to town tomorrow for groceries." He stated having already forgotten my offer of the long pants.

"I'll go for you." I told the old man as I began to realize that he was indeed crazy.

"Gee, that great, Mister." The old man said.

"Why don't you show me how much of your dick you can get in you mouth." I found my self saying. I felt a flash of sham at taking advantage of the moronic old man, but I just couldn't help myself. I was so horny that I couldn't stop myself. "Can you swallow it all the way down to you balls?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir. I can if you'll come around and push down on my back. I used to be able to swallow it all without help. But now that I gained a belly I can't do it alone anymore. You want to help me?"

"Yes! I certainly do!" I exclaimed as I sprung up from the rocking chair and walked around behind the broad shouldered old man.

The old man's back was deeply tanned. Touching him made my own dick jerk inside my shorts. "Tell me if I push too hard on you." I said as I leaned down putting weight on my hands as I looked over his shoulders at as the old man took his own dick in his mouth again. What a sight! The big sausage disappeared slowly down the old man's throat as I pushed his back down toward his spread legs. I kept pushing as more of the old man's monster dick vanished into his mouth. He swallowed it all! I just shook my head in disbelief. Then I felt him trying to straighten up and stopped pushing on his back.

"See, Mister. I can swallow all of my peter." The old man said as he turned and beamed me his boyish smile.

I moved around and took a seat on the floor of the porch facing him. "Let me see you suck it until you cum in your mouth." I said in a breathy voice as I started at his dick only a foot from me. Damn it looked gigantic.

"Sure thing, Mister." The old man said and eagerly began to suck on the huge head of his own dick while staring at me with those vacant blue eyes.

I suddenly lay down on the floor and stretched out so that my face was only inches from his huge balls. I watched as his moronic handsome face moved closer and closer to mine as he took more of his long thick dick into his mouth.

Then not knowing what his reaction would be, I pushed myself forward until my nose was touching his huge testicles and our faces were only inches apart. Then I started licking his balls. The old man's strange blue eye widened in surprise but he didn't stop sucking himself. Thinking that was a signal to continue, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took one of his huge balls in my mouth. Then as he sucked his own dick I started sucking on his right testicle.

I could tell from his wide eyed look that he was enjoying what I was doing. And damn it felt great to have his huge testicle in my mouth. But I wanted more than just to suck his balls, I spit it out and moved my mouth to the stem of his dick shaft. So as he sucked on one end of his long thick dick, I started working on the other. I licked and sucked on the base of his dick shaft as I stared into his deep blue eyes.

Then I moved my mouth up the shaft of the old man's dick until my lips touched his. He blinked! I couldn't stop myself from kissing his lips stretched around his dick. He started pulling his mouth back and I followed licking and sucking on the part of his dick shaft that he gave up. When he pulled his mouth off his dick head, I took it into my own mouth.

I tasted his sweet salvia as I swallowed his huge dick head. He touched his forehead to mine in loving manner but didn't speak as I started deep throating his dick. I couldn't take it all. I didn't even try. The old man's dick was just too big for me to hand.

Then I reached down as I sucked on his dick and touched my fingers to the old man's asshole. I guess he hadn't ever experienced someone you doing that to him before because he let out a surprised moan. As I tickled his asshole with my fingers, I continued to suck his dick like. I could feel the old man tensing up. I worked even harder. I wanted his cum. He gave it to me in a blast of hot sperm. So much cum squirted into my mouth that I pulled it off his dick and watched as the old man's mouth quick closed around his own dick head and he finished swallowing his own cum.

As he lifted his head from his dick, I grabbed him behind the head and brought my mouth to his and sent my tongue into the astonished old man's mouth. He resisted kissing me. Then as he started to respond I realized that he'd never French kissed before. God it was delicious teaching the old man to kiss and tasting his cum again. When I let go of the old man's head and he pulled away from me, there was a strange bashful look on his face.

"You aren't mad at me for kissing you? Are You?" I asked as I set up facing him.

"No, Mister. I... I... like it." He said suddenly avoiding looking me in the eyes. "Can I still stay here for the night? I don't mind sleeping on the porch." He said.

"Of course you can stay the night but not on the porch. I don't mind shearing the bed if you don't." I told him.

"Gee, you mean you would let me sleep with you?" He said suddenly smiling again and looking me in the eyes again while he starting to play with his big dick again.

"Yea, why not." I said. "You mean you are still horny?" I added.

"Yes, Sir." The old man answered. "You want to take you clothes off. I ain't seen another naked man in a long time.

Instead of answering him, I pulled my shirt off and started unbuckling my belt. My dick was board stiff when I pulled down my shorts.

"Looks good." The old man said in a childish voice. "Mister, can I touch it?"

"Sure." I answered as I set down on the porch beside him. I couldn't help but notice that the old man's huge dick had once again swelled up into the biggest peter I had ever seen. "Why don't you play with mine while I play with yours?" I told the old man and didn't wait for him to answer as I reached out and took hold of his dick. I whistled under my breath. My hand couldn't even reach around the old man's did. My own bid cock looked like a boys beside his freakishly big dick.

"Your is so hard." The old man said. Then suddenly he was bending over and sucking my dick. Most people have a hard time deep throating my big dick, but after spending all his life sucking his own huge dick, the old man didn't have any problem swallow my dick up to my pubic hairs. Many people had sucked on my dick, but the old man's mouth put the others to sham.

Damn if I didn't get down in a 69 position with the old man right there on the porch. We sucked other like crazy, him swallowing all of my dick and me only being able to take a little over half of his long fire hose thick pecker down my throat. And I played with his big balls, squeezing them to my heart's content.

He came in my mouth first. And I swear his load was as big as his first one. I tried to hold back, as his big pecker didn't go soft after he came but I could resist his talented mouth. I blasted a load down the old man's throat and had to stop him for sucking my dick as it suddenly became to sensitive.

"Come on inside." I told the old man once I caught my breath. "And I fix us some supper."

He smiled like a kid and I knew then and there that I had found someone I wanted to live with and make love to every day. I didn't care if he wasn't smart.

"Maybe you'll move in with me instead of going back into the swamp." I said when we were eating supper.

"You mean it?" The old man said. He reached up suddenly to wipe a tear from his cheek. "I really tried of living alone, Mister. I sure would love to stay with you." Then he smiled. "Does that mean I can suck your dick whenever I want to?" He asked.

"It certainly does! But only if I get to do the same to yours." I replied.