Befriending a Sasquatch

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This is a work of fiction; all characters are over the age of 18. This story contains scenes depicting sexual encounters between two consenting men.

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Befriending a Sasquatch

Chapter 1

Spring break couldn't have come early enough for me. I was attending a small college in rural Pennsylvania and studying hard to earn my degree, but I was starting to burn out from the workload and needed a reprieve. Some friends and I had planned to use my family's old cabin to throw a party and let off some steam. Being the quiet nerd I usually was, I didn't have a boyfriend to invite along, but I had hoped I could throw some alcohol into the mix with my buddies and see how far they'd be willing to go.

My hopes were high when spring break hit, until we checked the forecast. Winter in Pennsylvania below the Snow Belt was always unforgiving for us, and Mother Nature did not care about what plans we made. A huge nor'easter was destined to hit around the time we'd planned our getaway. I was met with a lot of uneasy looks and hesitation from my buddies, as nobody was willing to be stuck in a cabin during what could possibly be the worst snowstorm of the year. I tried my best to persuade them to reconsider, but they bailed on me anyway. I was pissed – I had planned this for weeks and I had already purchased a lot of the food and drinks. Over the days leading up to the break each of my friends approached me in turn to let me know they weren't attending, and handed off their food and beer to me in hopes the "others could still use it at the party." I just scowled at them all, knowing their charitable gestures were made out of guilt. Bunch of cowards.

Wanting to follow through on my plans, despite the warning of my friends, I packed my car up with all the food it could hold and clothes enough for the week and set off for the cabin. I still hoped at least a couple of the guys would reconsider and send me a text that they were coming along, but I wasn't putting much stock in that idea. Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe the workload had finally gotten to me. Or maybe I just hadn't considered the idea that I could possibly be snowed-in inside a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I had a habit of miscalculating danger. But really, I just didn't have any other plans for the break.

I made the trip to the cabin, about an hour away from my school, with the radio on and listening to the weather bulletins. All the stations said the same thing: hunker down and stay warm. They were expecting freezing winds and sub-zero temperatures to affect the area, as well as around upwards of 20 inches of snow. My stomach churned a little, and I considered I had made a bad move coming up here.

But it was far too late. I had made it to the cabin around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was already a dark and menacing grey. I wasn't entirely worried – the cabin had the normal heating system of any other house wired for electricity, a generator, and if need be we always kept the den filled with firewood if we could to use in the fire place. There was enough wood on hand to keep a fire going for days, and I had brought gasoline enough with me to keep the generator going, too.

I pulled off of the wet main road onto the gravel path that wound its way through the forest. A couple hundred yards through the winding way I spotted the house and parked in the large graveled yard out front. My family had always had money, and the cabin was not lacking in size – a great stone and wood house built for solitude and time away from the world. I got out of my car and stepped into the bitter late-winter air, dug through my pockets and found the key to the cabin door. I ambled across the yard, up the steps, and unlocked the door making my way inside.

The cabin hadn't been used in a long while, not since autumn, and the place was just as tidy as I remember it. I put the keys on the counter in the kitchen and flipped on the light switch, illuminating the kitchen and living room. Just outside the back windows I noticed the snow-covered trees that lined the back yard and led into the vast forest beyond. I had spent a lot of time roaming around in the woods as a kid and seeing the back yard always filled me with nostalgia. I decided then that I was happy I had come to the cabin, despite what the near future may bring. I went back outside and unloaded the food and supplies from the car and by the time I finished snow had begun to fall again.

I spent the rest of the afternoon putting away my supplies and preparing for my stay. I flipped the TV on to the weather station, which continued to warn of the impending nor'easter. The daylight was fading fast and was replaced more and more by an increasingly heavier snowfall. Still I wasn't worried. I checked my phone periodically in hopes that one of my friends had decided to come to the cabin. No new texts. I sighed and decided to start on dinner. I guessed this trip would be spent in solemn contemplation.

I gathered my ingredients to make a large pot of soup and got to work. Partway through cutting up a carrot I looked lazily out the window again into the forest. Maybe I could go for a walk tomorrow in the woods if the snow wasn't too deep, I thought to myself. There is a little path that winds right through it. Should be right there next to the large tree and nearby where that big man just stepped out—big man?

I did a double take. It was difficult to discern, but in the trees just at the edge of the clearing was a large shadow the size of a very tall man. He appeared to have been crouching behind a small thicket and had been making his way towards the house.

I froze in fright. Was this some kind of lunatic intent on breaking into the cabin? Was he just some lug lost in the woods and seeking refuge from the cold? How the hell did a man get this far out into the woods in weather like this? My mind spun, and out the window I saw that the shadow was staying still, just beyond the edge of the clearing. Perhaps the man was unsure of how to best approach without scaring me? No matter what my supposed intent of that man, my mind was racing, and I wasn't sure what to do. Knife in hand, I crossed the kitchen and living room and peeked around the side of the window. It was still difficult to see, but there was in fact a man standing in the trees.

I squinted. He must have been a hulking man to be seen from so far away. I was afraid of what to do next. I wanted to call the police, but would they have made it here in time, or would he have murdered me by then? I mean, let's face it. I couldn't hold my own if this guy wanted to hurt me. I'm a pretty short guy with no fighting experience. My twink frame wouldn't have strength enough to protect me from someone that big. The only sizeable things about me were my ego and my cum- load and neither of those could help me now. I chuckled at my own thought, but then remembered that there was a man outside my house. Come on, Jake, think! What can I do?

Just then, as I was considering calling the police, the man did the most unexpected thing – he waved at me. I was taken aback. It was just a pleasant and innocuous wave, somewhat over exaggerated – my guess was that the guy was trying not to scare me. A lot of the fear melted away and I leaned further around the window trying to get a better look. Sure enough, there was this tall man in the snow and dark trees making a goofy wave in my direction. First he used one hand and then he used both surely trying to signal my attention.

I laughed a little, my guard dropping quickly. I walked over to the back door and opened it, throwing light out into the evening. The man crouching in the trees was still hard to see but he was definitely hairy. He seemed to have a long, thick beard and a mess of brown hair, and from what I could tell, he was wearing a coat and pants the same color as his hair. He waved again, and this time I waved back, then added, "Hey? Who are you?"

The man didn't answer, but instead waved again. I think I could see him smiling, his pearly whites glowing in the night.

"Who are you? Are you okay?" I called again. He still didn't answer, but he gestured to me. "Look, pal, I'm warning you, my friends and I are up here to hunt and we'll shoot you if you're trying anything funny." I chanced a bluff and hoped for the best.

He stopped for a moment, then waved again, same goofy grin plastered on his face. Either he was deaf, or stupid, or he couldn't understand me. I wasn't sure. But in my curiosity, I edged outward into the night. My foot crunched on some snow as I stepped off of the porch. The man stayed behind the thicket. I inched forward, my heart thundering in my chest, and I gained ground between us inch by inch. I kept the knife in my right hand clutched behind my back. The seconds passed by as minutes, but in it all the man made neither sudden moves nor any effort to speak to me.

As I approached I thought I could make out that the coat he was wearing was actually just thick body hair, and the pants were the same. I didn't think that were possible and when I was perhaps fifteen yards from him, I asked again in a calmer voice, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Suddenly, the man stepped up and out of the thicket and began walking calmly towards me.

Surprised, I stumbled back and tripped over my own feet, accidentally chucking the knife across the yard. I gazed up at the man coming towards me and gasped, my voice caught in my throat.

I couldn't believe what I saw. The creature in front of me was no man, or at least not fully one. He was huge – possibly seven or eight feet tall – dwarfing my own five and a half feet. The beast was naked from what I could tell, save for a loincloth strapped around his hips, and he was covered almost entirely in a thick carpet of curly brown fur. Only his palms, his face, and his nipples weren't encased in a forest of hair. He had a heavy brow like a cross between a normal man and a Neanderthal, but with kind brown eyes. His face was shrouded in a thick, wild beard. From his posture I'd guess he were human, but he hunched a little and let his tree-trunk arms sway limply at his sides. In my fear the only thing I could think was, Sasquatch.

He strolled right up to me in an almost nonchalant gait and crouched over me. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for the worst, but the creature just placed one large, fuzzy hand behind my back and awkwardly scooped me up into a sitting position on the snow. I hesitantly opened one eye and met his gaze. He seemed genuinely happy for some reason and was certainly not intent to hurt me. I opened my other eye and looked over him, terrified that he might attack me, but he never did. He simply stayed crouched for a while at my side while I recovered myself and tried to work my mind back from the overwhelming confusion of the situation.

"Are you going to hurt me?" I asked weakly. The creature shook his head, and I was startled that such a primitive-looking beast could understand me.

"What do you want?" I asked, steeling my courage. The creature pointed to himself and then pointed to the cabin. I stared at him. "You want to go inside?" He nodded in agreement. He made the gesture again, pointing first to himself, and then the cabin, and then motioned at the snow. He crossed his arms and pretended to shiver.

"What? You're cold? But, I can't let you inside! You're a—actually I have no idea what you are. But you can't—hey!"

In one swift motion he snatched me up into his arms and stood. I threw my arms around his furry neck and clamped on as hard as I could. In large, thudding strides, the creature crossed the yard to the porch and went through the back door into the cabin. Once inside the toasty air he set me down and then wandered further into the cabin to take a look around.

I didn't know what to do first. I closed the door to keep the rest of the warm air from escaping and then went after him. In the light of the kitchen it was much easier to see him. He looked more like an extremely furry man with a slight hunch than a monster from the woods, especially seeing him casually strolling through my house like he owned the place. I caught up with him and seized his arm, trying to tug him back to the door. He looked down at me in amusement but the creature wouldn't budge. He was easily 250lbs of muscle, fat, and fur and I wouldn't be able to move him. He was built like a linebacker and could probably snap me in half without much effort.

"Come on, man, you can't just walk into someone's house like that! I don't even know what you are!"

The monster chuckled at me, saw the carrots I had on the counter and started eating them. Then he ate the onions next to them, then the tomatoes – clearly the thing was hungry.

"Stop! Stop! I'm trying to make dinner! The fuck are you doing?" I went around gathering up all the food from the counters before he could eat any more of it and I walked over to the door. He stared at me as if I were behaving like a poor host at a dinner party.

"Look, whatever you are. I don't know what brought you here but you can't stay here. You can't just come into my home and eat my food!"

The creature kept staring at me with interest and after a long and awkward silence between us, I continued. "I know that it's cold and I see that you're hungry, but you can't just barge in here like that." I strutted over to the door and threw it open. "Get out."

The man looked offended and hurt. I pointed with my free hand out the door back into the woods and tried to make as menacing and angry a face as I could make. It was difficult to think that a short man like me could look intimidating to this behemoth, but I sure as hell was trying.

The creature sighed. He slumped his shoulders almost melodramatically and slinked towards the door. Walking past me into the cold air, he looked back with a sad expression on his face. Still I maintained my steely face and pointed again out into the night. He sighed again and continued on, and I slammed the door behind him and locked it.

I dropped the food on the counter and then let out a long and slow sigh of disbelief. What the hell had this night turned into? I was just trying to make dinner in this snowstorm and before I knew it I was evicting a Sasquatch-creature from my home.

I didn't know what to make of it. I guessed I would start back up where I had been and would try to make dinner for myself. But it wasn't long before my own thoughts got the best of me, and I began imagining this poor, oafish creature out in the cold. Sure he must have been a wild animal but he was intelligent and kind, I guess. I thought about letting him come back into my house to warm up through the storm. He was cold – but he wasn't some kind of lost puppy, he was an eight foot tall monster! And he was wearing a loincloth – clearly he wasn't just an animal. Do I report him to the police? Do I let him wander free in the woods? Is he even a Sasquatch at all?

I mulled it all over in my mind, going back and forth about whether or not I should permit a beast to stay with me in my house or call the authorities to detain him. After I had finished making dinner, I decided not to fight my conscience anymore and figured that if the beast wanted to come in for the night, he may. I could report the creature to the government in the morning once the snow had melted, but for now I couldn't let a living – sentient – being suffer. Chiding myself about losing all sense of reason, I donned my snow gear and opened the back door to track him down.

I didn't have to go very far to find the man – he was curled up in a ball on my porch nestled in the corner, staying just out of reach of the snowfall. Upon hearing the door open, the beast whipped his head around with a frightened look like he'd just been caught doing something bad. I laughed aloud and thanked my lucky stars I didn't have to go out into the snow. At least another couple of inches had fallen since I'd met him.

"Yo, Sassy. If you want to come in you can. But just for tonight while the storm is going on. Okay?"

The creature slowly sat up and eyed me curiously. To reiterate my decision I gestured at him and then motioned for him to go inside. I didn't have to tell him twice – the lummox bolted right into the house. I laughed to myself and followed him in, shutting the door behind me.

The poor thing had a bit of snow in his fur and shook it off like a dog. He beamed at me, clearly thankful I had reconsidered. I shrugged. "Guess I'm just a dumbass. First I come up to this cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, and then I let a beast-man into my house. Guess my buddies don't know what they are missing. Just don't eat me, okay? I like not being dead. "

The man looked around the cabin again, and I let him wander a bit while I took off my winter gear and served up two bowlfuls of soup. When he came back I gestured for him to sit on the couch. He plopped down in the center with a loud thud and smiled. I'm sure to him the large, plush couch was comfortable. He took up most of the couch, both arms easily reaching the ends. I laughed and handed him a bowl and he gulped it down ravenously. I decided it would be pointless to let him use a spoon so I just watched him drink it down. I had hardly even touched my own soup when he handed me back the empty bowl, grinning broadly. I took it and refilled it and gave it back to him and once again he drained it quickly. If nothing other than finding someone who enjoyed my cooking, I was happy that this creature was here.

I finished my own bowl and gave him two more bowlfuls of the hearty soup when the Sasquatch let out a belch and chuckled.

With both our bellies full, I sat down in a chair across from my new friend and decided to find out more about him.

"So what exactly are you?" I asked, looking over the hulk sitting on my couch. He didn't answer. He simply looked at me contentedly from the soup, his massive chest rising and falling with his slow breaths. "Are you human?" The creature shrugged. "But you can understand me?" He nodded. "Can you talk?" He shook his head. Then he made some attempts at speaking but nothing but low guttural grunts and groans came out. I smiled at his attempts.

"I guess it would be trivial to ask what your name is." I said and the man continued to watch me calmly. "Can I call you Sassy? Or Sas? You know, for Sasquatch? You look like a sasquatch." The man made no indication that he understood what a Sasquatch was but he nodded anyway. "Where are you from?" Sas pointed out the door across the forest. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I guess a creature like him couldn't really gauge location. I nodded, pretending I understood.

"Have you been out there long? How could you survive out in the cold like that? I mean you're wearing nothing but a loincloth." I gestured at the leather pouch that was holding what looked like very sizeable bits. Sas looked down at himself and ran his hands through the thick chest hair, clearly implying that the fur was what kept him warm.

Inside my pants, my cock twitched. Body hair had always been a turn on for me, and here was a man who had more than any man I had ever seen. I watched as the creature caressed his chest with his hands, the fur making a soft brushing sound as it wound through his fingers.

I must have been staring for too long because I looked up from his body to see Sas eyeing me intently. I felt a hint of red blush my cheeks, but thought to myself that there must be no way this creature could tell I was admiring his body. But, as this creature continued to surprise me, Sas leaned forward and beckoned me over to him. I laughed feigning innocence and waved my hands in dismissal, but Sas grunted playfully and beckoned me over. I smiled and relented, and moved over to the couch.

Immediately, Sas grasped my hand and tugged me towards him. He placed my hand directly on the center of his chest and looked up at me to gauge my reaction. The hair was thick, like head hair, but also very soft. I ran my hands through it slowly and carefully as if my slightest touch might hurt him. Underneath the fur his chest was solid and strong, his pectorals felt like great, pliable stones. I worked my hands over his chest, feeling more than just the fur, and even dared to slide a hand "accidentally" over one of the pink nipples. It hardened at my touch, and Sas let out a little giggle. Once again I felt my cock start to jump inside my pants as blood rushed to it. I reluctantly pulled my hand away from his chest to keep from tenting in my pants and I smiled at Sas. "Ah, yes, you have very thick fur. I see how that keeps you warm."

Sas cocked his head in an inquisitive fashion and gestured at my shirt.

"What? My shirt? I have to wear that. It keeps me warm. I don't have the fur that you do."

Without warning he grabbed the bottom of my shirt, hoisted it up, and slid a warm hand onto my skin. I practically jumped and then tried to pry his hand away from me. "No! I don't have any fir!" He ignored my struggling and wrapped his other hand around my back to pull me in closer. I was caught in a grip I couldn't escape. He wound his hand up my shirt and felt around the smooth chest to the patch of chest hair that sat just between my pecs. His hands dusted over them very carefully, clearly judging how much stimulation I could take, and he brushed his sausage-fingers over my nipples. They hardened immediately and I gasped. He tweaked the nipple playfully and massaged the little point, and I accidentally let out a soft moan. Sas looked up at me and laughed, and I flushed bright red.

And if my body couldn't betray me anymore, my cock had stiffened further, forming a tent in my pants that was pointing out towards Sas. He looked down and saw it, and moved his hand from my chest down to the mound. I about jumped out of my skin when Sas took hold of my cock through my pants, and softly kneaded the firm meat through the fabric.

At that point I was too embarrassed to let this continue and I stumbled backward out of his grasp and tried to regain composure. I covered my pants with my hands and exclaimed exasperatedly, "Yeah, that's my dick! It's hard, we know!"

Sas had the modesty of a beast, or at least gave no sign of modesty whatsoever. He didn't seem to care that I had sprung a boner in his company and in fact seemed to be enjoying himself. He beckoned me back over to him, but I shook my head and stayed with my hands over my crotch trying to will myself to go flaccid. When he saw that I wasn't going to budge, Sas leaned back against the couch and got comfortable. His relaxed position was almost flirtatious, and I started to wonder if this creature was fucking with me.

In one motion he tugged off his loincloth and threw it across the room at me. I caught it reflexively and the tent in my pants sprang out at full mast. Then I dropped the loincloth in awe. Sas had one very large cock, growing larger by the second, sitting atop two baseball-sized testicles, all nestled in a forest of thick pubes. He gestured at his dick as if indicating that there was nothing to be ashamed of, and he began to slowly stroke his meat as it grew to full length. It was difficult to discern where his pubes began and his chest hair began, as his front was one giant carpet of fur. For a beast, Sas was sexy as hell.

I was floored. And at the sight of his ever-expanding cock, I dropped my hands and let my boner rage out to full mast. There was no point in hiding anymore if he had no shame about being hard in front of me. Sas grunted again wanting me to come over, and in a sort of trance I walked over to stand by his side. He gripped the fabric of my pants and tugged, then glared demandingly at me. I didn't have to ask what that meant. Without thinking I undid my belt and slid my pants down to me knees. My cock sprang out at full attention, the head already slick with precum.

Sas seemed pleased. He tugged twice on the bottom of my shirt, indicating that he wanted that gone too. I hoisted the shirt above my head and flung it across the room. Sas chuckled dumbly again. The cold air of the room became apparent to me very suddenly and goose pimples covered my skin. I shivered, stepping out of my pants to stand naked, but cold, in my living room in front of a Sasquatch.

"This is fun and all but even with the heat on I'm cold as hell. No fur, see?"

Sas did see. His eyes raked across my naked figure and I'd have blushed if I wasn't so turned on. Sas studied me closely, his right hand still stroking the length of this hefty cock. He moved the foreskin down and pulled the sheath back from the engorged, purple head, and with each sensual upward stroke a bead of cum oozed out of his piss slit. Another couple of strokes had the monster cock drooling down the front of his penis, a small river forming over the fold of his foreskin.

My hand instinctively moved towards my own dick, coaxing out a small stream of precum of my own. I had always been prone to producing a lot of precum, but Sassy had me beat. I wondered how much milk this beast could produce and wondered if even my Olympian-sized load could match his. I desperately wanted to see what this creature was made of.

With one hand still on my meat I held out the other for Sassy to take. To my amusement he gave me the hand which had been stroking his cock, and he clasped my own hand in stickiness. I pulled gently asking him to stand up, and he did, and I led him down the hallway and into the guest bedroom where I slept. I hadn't unpacked my bags, which lay on the bed, but I cleared them off quickly and gestured for him to sit down. He did, and finding the bed cozy he cooed in delight and spread out on the sheets. Sassy took up most of the queen-sized bed, easily.

It was a sight to behold, this gargantuan, hairy man laying out on my own bed with his ten, possibly eleven or twelve inch cock pointing straight up like a lighthouse. Sassy sighed with comfort on the bed, and I closed the door and walked over to join him. I hadn't even sat down when Sassy grabbed me and pulled me straight into him. He hugged me tight and enclosed me in his mighty arms, my face and chest digging deeply into his hirsute frame. I breathed in the musky, wild scent of this human animal, and my cock practically ached from its hardness. Sassy nuzzled his face into my hair, running his beard all over my head and face. He lowered his arm to my butt and pressed me harder against him. My boner dug into his tummy and smeared cum across the soft fur, tickling my cock in the fuzz. His own boner brushed against my leg and dribbled long strings across the flesh.

"You sure are a touchy-feely guy." I joked and ran my face across the fur, feeling it brush softly over my chin and cheeks. "I am too. Hope you don't mind."

Sassy mumbled something unintelligible and continued to nuzzle me, enjoying our closeness. I dared to experiment a little and reached around to grasp his cock in my hand. The head was slick with his precum and the sides were wetting nicely. It was insane the amount of cum this creature could produce. I felt around the veined shaft, struggling to hold his girth in my comparatively tiny hand. I tugged gently up along the length, gathering the foreskin across the head, then used my index finger to scoop a little of his cum out. I brought it around and, looking Sassy in the eyes, brought it to my lips to taste.

Sassy's eyes widened in surprise. I lapped at my finger greedily and sucked off the beads of cum which threatened to drip off my finger. His cum tasted good – a mixture of sweet and bitter all at once, and something I could only describe as gamey. It was delicious and I wanted more. Maybe this creature would let me taste his full load, preferably straight from the tap.

But Sas beat me to it. He eased me away from him enough to give my boner a chance to breathe. Most of Sassy's belly had been smeared with my precum and with a great hand he reached down and teased his thumb across my sensitive cock head. I shuddered with delight, knowing that a minute or so more of touching like that and I'd easily blow my load right there. Sassy brought the cum-glazed thumb to his mouth and tasted it too, then smiled sweetly. I was glad he liked what he tasted.

There was something almost intimate about it – watching each other as we took turns wiping cum from the other's dick and feeding ourselves. Something about the way he was looking at me, holding me close and sharing this small moment with me – I knew that this Sasquatch was certainly more than a beast, and I knew that he was looking at me as more than just a quick fuck. Maybe he was showing me that he was grateful for the food and shelter. Maybe he had been searching for a while for another creature to mate with. In any case, I knew I wanted to know more about him, and I even started to hope that in the short while we had known each other he might even consider me a friend.

Just then, he grabbed me by my sides and moved me off of him. Feeling disappointed I let out a small groan, but quickly understood that Sas was just shifting around on the bed to get into a better position. His movement rocked the entire bed, and I did my best to keep my balance and stop from falling off.

Sas unceremoniously moved around to lay on his back, legs dangling off the bed. I was kneeling at his head, my cock and nuts resting on his forehead. He was stroking himself, more precum gurgling out of his cock, and my own was smearing strings across his face. Sassy opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue and made an, "Ah," sound as if he were coaxing me to feed him.

I obliged him. "Who would've guessed a man of your size would be a bottom?" I said to him wryly. I leaned forward to stick my dick into his hungry mouth, and he used one of his free hands to guide me in. His tongue met my cockhead first and licked the tender skin, and then his lips enveloped the head. The sensation was overwhelming. His tongue worked around the cockhead, stimulating me beyond anything I had felt in years. I let out a staggered gasp, and then another, and each time his tongue caressed my head it stole my breath away. He carefully stroked my cock with one hand trying to move more of me into his mouth, squeezing the length of my hose to drain whatever more cum I could produce. Electricity seemed to blaze over my skin as he suckled my cock. Sassy was letting out primal sounds of desperation, moaning with a mouth full of cock, simultaneously beating his own massive meat.

The stimulation was becoming too much for me to bear and the strength in my legs gave out. I fell forward over my friend and got a face full of chest hair, accidentally driving my cock further down Sassy's throat. He relished in this, and started sucking and bobbing harder than before now that he had more of me to work with. He wrapped his hands around by back and butt and rhythmically pumped my hips into him, driving the full length of my cock down his mouth and into his throat. I moaned in pleasure. His mouth was so fucking wet and warm, and the sucking sounds were driving me up a wall. His tongue danced over my cock lapping at every inch it could find. And just when I would pull out an inch he would hungrily stuff me back into him. I pistoned his face, back and forth, in and out, the sweat on my body dripping from the mere pleasure in it all.

Soon, I could feel my orgasm building and there wasn't time enough to pull out. I don't think Sas would have wanted me to anyway. Feeling the impeding climax I wrapped my arms tightly around his chest and moaned into the body hair. I practically straddled his head with my knees, and held on for dear life.

"Sas, I'm gonna cum!" I warned him. He sucked harder on me than ever. I let out a guttural roar as my orgasm hit me like a Mack truck. I felt my balls tighten and my cock spewed out every bit of cum I was worth. Sas sucked and sucked, taking each jet as it came. Loud gulps could be heard as Sass drank me dry, still bobbing and sucking ravenously. One shot, two shots, three shots... I counted each agonizingly pleasurable one, up to fifteen before I collapsed, utterly spent atop my beastly lover.

Sas kept me pressed to his face, his hand pushing on my ass to keep me locked in his mouth. Sas continued to suck me, and the overstimulation left me twitching and writhing in joyful agony. "Sassy! Sassy, please!" I begged for him to release me. When I thought I couldn't take any more, Sassy pushed against my hip with his massive hand and gently rolled me off of him. I rolled onto my back, out of breath, and looked down at him, his goofy grin reflecting the delight of having swallowed my load.

"Guess you really like cum, huh?" I asked breathily, shooting him a smirk. Sassy mumbled pleasantly, and then nodded towards his cock. The monster piece of meat was slathered in Sassy's precum. Sas was furiously sliding his foreskin up and down over the mushroom head, the frothy jizz making sloppy, wet sounds along the flesh. Sassy was breathing hard and my guess was that he was very close to bringing himself to a good squirt.

I clamored over to his cock and seized it with both hands, taking over to let Sassy relax and enjoy himself a little. I slid my hands over his girth and worked it fervently, and placing my mouth over the head, started to slurp up as much cum as I could. Sassy's head was about as big around as my mouth was, so I had a difficult time trying to get him in me. I opened my jaw as wide as I could, cursing myself for not being unable to unhinge it like a snake. I stuffed as much of him in as I could, ignoring the pain in my jaw, and sucked on his cock in earnest. The taste was delicious, the same gamey and salty flavor that piqued my taste buds before, and now with every upward stroke of his cock I coaxed out several more drops of the stuff. I licked furiously over his plump head, my tongue feeling every possible inch of this tasty creature.

I flicked my tongue across the very tip to draw out more fresh drops of cum, but that must have been the wrong thing for me to do if I wanted to prolong the experience. The beast, his great chest heaving with deep breaths, groaned fiercely like a depraved animal. I caught a glimpse of his face just as he closed his eyes in a pained wince of ecstasy.

I wasn't prepared for him to cum. Hot sperm erupted from Sas's dick, not in spurts, but in a seemingly continuous stream, as if someone had turned on a water hose to full blast. My mouth, already staggeringly full of cock, had every space filled with the beast's nectar. I pulled back off the head, trying to keep my lips closed just around the tip of his dick while I pumped the shaft, but even that wouldn't help. I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the salty juice, gulping it down as quickly as I could. But it wasn't enough. Cum spurted out of the corners of my mouth and ran down my neck. It drooled down my lips, and at the worst moment I gagged on how much there was and had to pull off. My mouthful spilled out like I had just popped a water balloon, and the jizz avalanched down through his pubes and down his ass onto the bed. It spilled onto his stomach, and with me still pumping his cock as best as I could, more ropes of milk shot over his stomach and chest, matting the hair in a catastrophic mess. After what seemed like an eternity, Sassy's flow ebbed. His dick sputtered a couple more pitiful shots and then finally ceased.

My cum-drenched companion was out of breath, eyes closed, moaning into the quiet darkness of the room. I was a little shaken by the display of power his nuts had just made. Sassy must have easily produced about a cup to a pint of jizz. I stared at him in surprise and wonder. He was truly a king of beasts.

"Jesus Christ. Do you usually make a mess like that?" I asked, licking the jizz off of my fingers with a loud slurp. Sassy, eyes still closed nodded sheepishly.

I chuckled at the mess we had made on the bed, Sas the giant resting peacefully in front of me coming down from his orgasmic high. My gullet was full of his juice, and I entertained a passing thought about what it would feel like to have him fuck me and take that load in my ass. I'd certainly have to work up to his girth – the beast would split me in half. But I'm sure I'd enjoy every second of it.

Sas opened his eyes, looked down at me, and reached out for me with his colossal arms. I beamed and crawled up to him, and as I made it into his reach he seized me by the sides and pulled me in close. He dragged my body up along him, his jizz-matted chest hair letting us slide easily together. He pulled me in close and wrapped his arms around me, and licked the cum from my chin and cheeks. He licked over my lips, too, which was probably the closest thing to a kiss he could manage. I smiled sweetly, letting his beard tickle my skin.

In a matter of minutes Sas was asleep, and lying in the arms of this warm and gentle colossus, I was following suit. What an odd day this had been – a completely unexpected turn of events. I'm glad I chanced the snowstorm and came to the cabin. I got to meet this creature who, I hoped, might become a good friend of mine in time. But anything after tonight seemed like too far away, and right now my only real interest was the feeling of protection and care I was receiving from this beast.

His gentle snores settled into a slow rhythm, and I focused on the musky smell of sweat and cum that had filled the room. I soon fell into what was probably the most restful sleep I had had in my entire life – that is, until the next morning when there was a knock at the front door.