My sister Carrie, married a hunk named Harvey that made my dick hard the first time I saw him. I was in the Navy when they married, and my ship was at sea, so I didn't get to attend the wedding, but the first time we pulled shore leave in the U.S. again, I hopped a military flight, and flew home to meet my new brother in law.
Harvey is just a good ol' boy, my first impression, and he offered to take me fishing on some of his favorite spots out in the bayous. We were both born and raised in Louisiana, the only difference, between us, was he was a born swamp rat, and I grew up running the French Quarter. A feller learns about different things in both places. Harvey, learned how to fish and hunt gators, and I learned how to hunt snakes of a different kind. I'll admit, I like to suck a cock now and then, three or four times a day ought to do it.
I stayed over at their house, so we could get an early start for the swamp. The couch was lumpy, but beggars can't be choosy and I was relieved when Harvey tiptoed into the living room and shook my aching bones awake.
"It's fo' o' clock," he stage whispered loud enough to wake the dead in the cemetery. "Roll that sweet ass out of bed an' less go." I wondered about him sometimes, and the language that he chose, but I rolled, and pulled on my pants and a pair of snake proof boots he'd lent me. My tee shirt was something I'd found in a Salvation Army store in San Diego. It had a peeling picture of Dick Cavitt, and the big words emblazoned on the back; "I LOVE DICK." I'd been picking at that picture for several weeks, and it was almost gone.
His old pickup sounded like it wasn't going to make it to the swamp, but, after it warmed up a little, eighty was about as slow as she'd go without coughing and sputtering. Harvey pulled into an all night food store, and bought him a bunch of beer, and several sandwiches and four or five bags of chips, cajun flavored of course. I bought me a couple of sticks of beef flavored tobasco sauce, and a big bottle of R.C. Cola. and we were ready for the swamp.
It was just getting daylight, when Harvey pulled the truck up under some trees, and eased it in until the bumper was resting against the trunk of a big old Cypress hanging with moss.
"This sucka ain' got no `mergency brake," he said by way of explanation. What ever the hell that meant.
He threw all our gear and food and drinks into a leaky old flat bottomed pirouge, and told me to get in the front end, and to watch that ol' Cottonmouth that liked to lay up there under the seat. After I did my snake dance, and woke everybody in three counties, and the ol' Cottonmouth decided it was too noisy to get a decent day's sleep around me, and left, Harvey told me to hush up and sit down `for I fell into the swamp.
He polled us back into the swamp, and as the sun rose, we saw bear, bobcat and even a lion, which he called a painter. The moss was hanging low over the water when he threw out the cinder block anchor with a splash that probably spooked every fish for a hundred miles around. He settled himself down with his cane pole and showed me how to bate a hook with a night crawler. I wished it was something I didn't have to learn, but, I figured, if I wanted to be friends with my sister's husband, I'd better learn to gig slimey worms onto a hook.
After we were baited up, he took his pole, and started slapping the water hard, and I figured if there had been any fish too old and hard of hearing when he pitched the cinder block in, would certainly take this new racket as second notice.
"I thought we were supposed to be quiet?"
"Whufo?"
"So we don't scare the fish."
"Gotta let `em know where we is. This here's a big fuckin' swomp."
"Oh. I see." I started whacking the water with my pole like he'd done, and after about ten minutes, he told me to stop, or I'd start attracting gators, interested in finding out what all the commotion was about. I threw the pole down like a hot potato, and started peering into the murky water for bumpy skinned logs.
"Say son," He spit in the still black water, and something sucked it under as soon as it hit. "Ol' Cairy tol' me youse a faggot." Not having had any bites except mosquitoes, and noticing how quickly something had taken his gob of phlegm, I was beginning to think we were using the wrong bait.
"Yeah? That bother you?" Harvey stands somewhere just under seven feet, and his arms are as big as my leg when I'm retaining water, and his hands are big enough to crush my head with one squeeze. I didn't figure I wanted to get on his bad side.
"Not atall buddy. I's jes wunnerin bout it sall. You know, what it feels like wid a `nother ol' boy's pecker up yer butt?"
"You ever try it Harv?"
"Not that." I wondered what that meant, and puzzled over it while we drowned worms for awhile. Finally I couldn't pass on the question.
"What did you mean by; not that?" He hauled his pole up. and examined his limp worm, then threw it back overboard. I felt sorry for the night crawler. He would have preferred to be back on dry land buried in some warm dark hole. Matter of fact, I would have too, come to think of it. Harvey spit another gob into the water, and something big swirled under it and the spit was gone. Yech. I hoped we didn't catch any of these gob sucking fish. I might have to eat one.
"Wall," Harvey drawled extending his `aaaa' until I got bored. "I uset to let ol' Benny Jenks chew on my crank onct in a while, but he up an' lef' town. Ain't had nobody since him."
"So?" I was too dense to see where this conversation was headed.
"I jes figger, you bein' a cocksucka an' all, you might oblige me a time or two." He never looked at me, but he did spit again, and the thing that gulped it down was bigger than the damn boat.
"Harvey, are you asking me to suck your cock?" I put my pole down, and looked at him hard.
"You is a cocksucka ain' you?" "I is. I mean I am, but Harvey you're married to my sister!"
"So what. She don' give a shit. I done tole her I like a little suckin' now an' then. She tole me I' better fine some ol' fag ta do it, cause she ain' puttin' my dirty ol' thang in her mouf. No tellin' what its been into, she said." I could just hear Carrie saying those very words. She was a fastidious bitch when she wanted to be. "Any how, sheus the one tole me to ast you. Said I could at least keep it all in the family." Holy shit! I had to talk to Carrie. I ought to strangle her.
"So how about it boy?" He had laid his pole down, and started fondling himself if using ham sized paws could be called fondling. He stood up in the boat, and undid his overall straps, and started shuffling toward me. I had visions of the boat suddenly dipping under the surface and shipping water and feeding me to what ever was eating Harvey's hockers.
"Wait a minute Harvey!" I held up my hands. and he stopped. "Lets not get too carried away out here in the boat. We might fall in and drown."
"Then I'll pole us on shore." Fine I thought at least on shore, there's nothing worse than snake bites and chiggers and ticks to suck my blood dry. Harvey, picked up his boat pole, and pushed us to the nearest little island of ground. We got out, and he hauled the boat up onto the bank, and told me to get back into it.
"That way the leaches won't get on yer butt." Leaches? I hadn't even thought about them. I thought they'd been outlawed or something.
Harvey climbed back into the boat, and pulled his overalls down around his knees. He apparently had come prepared for this eventuality, having not bothered with underwear. His huge bone of a cock, swung like a pendulum between his legs, hanging down at least ten inches, and the damn thing wasn't even hard yet. His ball sack looked like it contained two grade A turkey eggs, and I knew I was about to die, either from bliss, or drowning in jizz. Either way would be a fine way to go.
I got up on my knees, and we waddled together, and I reached out with my hand and took hold of his flexible hose. I felt him contract some set of muscles in his scrotum, and the thing thickened a bit in my palm. I ran my tongue over the length, and felt the whole boat shiver when he did. I began coating it with saliva, tip to nuts, as the monster took on blood and started to grow in my hands like an expanding sausage casing. I tried taking his nuts into my mouth, but had to content myself with tonguing them, because they were much too large to get through my mouth's opening no matter how wide I stretched. I pictured us dead in the boat, me with one of his nuts locked in my jaws and him afraid to pull it out, and starved to death. Course, with all the food he'd brought along, I'd be dead long before him, and he'd probably cut my jaws apart just to get loose. These savory thoughts were running me ragged while his cock continued to engorge. Finally, I took myself to its massive angry head, and tried getting the fist sized thing between my teeth, but it was a no go.
"You know Harvey," I said, jacking on his seventeen or eighteen inch night club. "This ain't gonna work."
"Yeah I'sa `frade a that. Benny Jenks was a big ol' boy. You's jes a lil' squirt. Whater you goin' ta do?" I knew exactly why Carrie had married this ol' boy. She had always had a thing about size. Once we'd been visiting a horse farm, and she saw a stallion with his dick dragging on the ground, and she'd become delirious with lust. I wasn't too far behind her, and we hid in the barn and she stuck a yellowneck squash up that twat of hers, while I watched and jacked off.
"Harvey, the time has come for you to take the next step."
"Yeah? What might that be?"
"I want you to stick this thing up my butthole." He grinned.
"Ol' Benny Jenks wooten't never let me fuck `im, cause he said he wuddn't no faggot. Course, he didn't much cotton to suckin' on my crank neither, but I's biggern him."
"You mean you made him suck you?"
"Hell yes. I had some fierce needs in them days. So whut we gonna use fer grease?" I rummaged around in the food hamper, and came up with a small jar of mayonnaise. The ingredients said it was oil and eggs. I figured it wouldn't hurt to try it. Being always prepared, I produced a condom out of my wallet, that wasn't the best fit, but it did cover the important part which looked like it could spit bigger gobs of phlegm than his mouth. His piss slit was so large, that I could actually insert my little finger completely into his cock. He liked that, but wanted more.
I greased his cock up good with the mayonnaise, and then slathered a big handful into my asshole. I braced myself on the boat seat, with my ass in the air, and tried to relax. I'd never taken anything that size before, but I had contemplated it. What Carrie didn't know about that day on the horse farm, was that it had become my benchmark too. I'd just never come across anything remotely that size on a human until now.
Harvey got down behind me, and put his huge dick head at my opening. His first two or three attacks didn't do much damage, but the forth one forced the head into me, and I let out a screech that set all the egrets in the trees screaming and leaving their roosts, probably forever. Harvey didn't wait for me to signal the go ahead. He continued to push into me. I was having a hard time breathing, and fought hard to keep my assring relaxed. He had about two thirds into me, when my cock, suddenly lost all its pressure and went limp. I handled it a little bit, but it wasn't having anything to do with sex with Frankenstein's monster. I think what happened, is the size of Harvey's dick put so much pressure on my hardon valve, whatever it's called, it released the pressure that kept my cock hard.
It didn't matter, I was filling up with dick and soon I was going to get fucked to with an inch of my life. Harvey was starting to grunt and moan a little, and my assring was shivering and jerking like mad. He leaned over my back, and I felt him pull out a little, and then push back in. He repeated the movement, and I shivered all over with lust.
"Fuck it Harvey. Give me all you've got." He didn't hesitate, and soon I was thrashing around like a dancing jack puppet on a board as he fucked me hard. I heard somebody yodeling and shouting incredible curses about Harvey fucking me to death. It wasn't until later, when I was reliving the whole fuck for the thirty or fortieth time, that I realized, it must have been me screaming those nasty things.
I remember looking up at one time, and glancing over my shoulder, and seeing another boat with two ol' boys in overalls and straw hats, standing in their pirogue with their mouths open in wonderment. Harvey didn't give a shit, and waved to them, while he continued to pound my butt.
That fuck went on for a long time. I thought the sun was starting to go down, but Harvey said it was just coming up a storm. The rain wasn't enough to stop him, and my ass continued being pounded right through the thunder shower that left us both drenched. Harvey was a fucking machine, with the stamina of a bull. I'd only once been fucked more than forty minutes, and that was in Singapore by an East Indian dude who knew how to prolong his ejaculation indefinitely using some kind of yoga technique.
Harvey wasn't into yoga, but man he knew how to fuck. By the time he was getting ready to cum, I had an idea, and through my sucking air to breath, and his thrusts forcing it out of me, I told him I wanted to see him shoot his load outside of my ass. He just grunted, and what seemed about a half hour later, I sensed he was getting close to popping his cork. His thrusts got faster, and the strokes got shorter, and my heated ass was vibrating around him like jello. All of a sudden, he jerked himself out of my asshole, and muttered something like, "watch out," and I flipped around and grabbed that thing like it was a cottonmouth ready to strike, and ripped that rubber off. I jacked him exactly twice, and his piss slit smiled at me, and spit a steady stream of jism into my mouth. My cheeks ballooned out, and I realized I'd taken on more than I could handle. I pulled the tip out of my overfilled mouth, and the sluice of cum splattered across my face, into my hair, and started raining down all over the boat. I swallowed as much as I could, and spit the rest out. Harvey was still humping the air, and I was still jerking on his dick. I aimed the rest over the side, and hosed down the weeds with his sticky spooge. When he finally began to calm down, and his thing began to shrink back to normal size, for an elephant, I patted him on the knee, and tried to stand up. My legs were too weak to support my weight, and I staggered a little trying to regain vertical. Harvey stood up, and started to piss over the side of the boat, and the stream of urine was as thick as my finger.
The two ol' boys who had been watching started whooping and hollering about then, and I looked up just in time to see them both shooting wads of cum overboard into the black waters of the swamp. The things in the water went into a feeding frenzy gulping and splashing.
Back in the water. I dragged my nearly drowned night crawler through a puddle of Harvey's spooge, and it didn't even hit the water before I had a big bass on. I fought him for several minutes before Harvey reached into the black water, and lifted him out. by the lower lip.
"This ol' bucket mouf ought to go ten poun' or mo'," Harvey said grinning. Later that night, eating fish that we'd caught that day, Carrie, was sitting on Harvey's lap, and sipping a beer.
"You boy's have fun today," she asked, looking from me to Harvey.
"Shore' nuff honey," Harvey said. "That lil' bro' a your's got him one hot little asshole." She looked at me, and I ducked my head preparing for what I knew was coming.
"He always did like `em big. Did I ever tell you about the time me and him was visitin' the stud farm for horses. When he saw that ol' horse dick draggin' the groun' he liked to had a fit over it. Had to go hide and jack off." She smiled at me, and lifted the plate of food offering me more. "You want anymore yellowneck squash sugah?"
Later that night, Carrie invited me to bed with them, and I must admit, I had fun watching Harvey get his big dick way up into my sister's twat. He wanted me to lick his nuts while he fucked her. I've never felt as close to Carrie as I did that night. I've been close enough to Harvey.
I'm getting out of the Navy in a few months, and they have invited me to live with them until I figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. Harvey says he's got a little brother at home, that just might be interested in hooking up with me. What ever that means.
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