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 and a (consenting man-beast).

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Befriending a Sasquatch

Chapter 2

At first I wasn't even sure I had heard right, and thought maybe the knock was just a tree limb thumping the side of the cabin from the wind. But sure enough I heard a set of rap-tap-taps again coming from the front door. I sat upright, still foggy from sleep. Sas was lying on his stomach with his arm draped over my legs. He was certainly a sound sleeper. No amount of movement from me seemed to rouse him, so I lifted his log of an arm and gently crept out from under it.

I heard another set of thumps and the muffled call of somebody asking if anyone lived inside. My heart skipped a beat. Should I just wait until the guy leaves? I was still naked and my stomach was splattered with dried cum. Another set of thumps and then the doorbell. I shot a worried look over at Sas, who was still managing to sleep peacefully. Well I didn't want anyone to wake him up and have to explain the Herculean Sasquatch dwelling in the cabin with me. I dove into my shirt and pants from the night before, jumped into my shoes and hurried to the front door.

Through the peephole I saw a man standing on the porch. Though the snow was whipping up in a heck of a tizzy outside, I could still make out the large figure of a man in a black coat fidgeting uneasily on the porch.

"Hello? Is anyone there? I'd like to speak with the resident," he said almost unsure of himself then added, "...please."

At the risk of waking up Sas I decided to get rid of the guy as soon as humanly possible. I'm not sure what someone was doing out in the middle of a blizzard in the middle of Bum-Fuck-Nowhere Pennsylvania, but it must be important if he was here specifically.

"Uh... who is it?" I called from the other side of the door.

The man looked up at the door in surprise at my voice, probably not expecting me to actually answer. He cleared his throat, "M-My name is Dr. Tyler Wentwood. I'm looking for someone and I think he might be nearby here. I wanted to ask a few questions."

He sounded sincere enough, but who the hell could he be looking for? You don't think...? I glanced over my shoulder towards the hallway where I could still hear the muffled snores of the sleeping giant. No. He couldn't possibly know about Sas. Just who was this guy?

"I'm sorry," I said in my best falsetto, "you'll have to come back later. I'm doing the dishes."

The man outside cocked his head. "I...what? Look, sir...or madam, I just want to ask a couple questions and I'll be out of your hair. May I please come inside? It's," he dropped his voice lower, "really cold out here."

Madam? Just who does this asshole...

I unlocked the door and opened it a crack to look out. A burst of cold air hit me square in the face hard enough to make my teeth chatter. The man, who was bundled up in his black coat, stepped back with a start. He was a handsomely husky fellow with a dark, full beard flecked with gray. I assumed he may have been in his late thirties or early forties. Thick, black-rimmed glasses sat on his face and showed off his bright blue, inquisitive eyes. His face was red from the cold, and although he looked hunched over to stay warm, he looked to be about four inches taller than me--around 5 foot 10, if I had to guess.

"I'm so sorry to disturb you, especially during this storm, but I'm trying to find someone. Would you be able to help me?"

"Erm, no, I haven't seen anyone out in this storm. Sorry." I tried to hurry the door shut but he pushed against it. I wasn't very strong so I'm sure that didn't take much effort.

"Please, I know this is weird talking to a stranger like this but I really need to find, uh... this person." He hesitated on the last words and suddenly I knew he wasn't looking for a human. "See, he was last seen traveling this way. I've been out all night looking for him, and it's absolutely essential that I--Jeremy!"

I scrunched my face. "Jeremy?"

The footfalls came fast and before I knew what was happening I was gently pushed aside by Sas, his face alight with a silly grin. Sas pulled open the door and reached down to envelop the man in a bear hug of pure love. The man laughed uncomfortably but returned the hug as Sas lifted the man several inches off the floor.

"Woah there! Easy, Jeremy! Put me down! T-That's a good boy." Sas gently lowered the man to the ground. He straightened his glasses and let out a long sigh, a smile brightening his bearded face. "Well, I suppose I did find who I was looking for! What a fortunate turn of events." Sas took Dr. Wentwood's hand and led him inside. I shut the door behind them both.

"Wait, you know him?" I asked incredulously, my voice jumping up a pitch. "And his name is Jeremy?"

"Yes. Now I do apologize but I must leave. I need to take Jeremy..." Dr. Wentwood turned towards the door but I hopped into his way.

"Woah, woah woah. Back up. I need answers. Who is he? What is he? Who are you? Why are you here? Why is he here? Why am I here, come to think of it. What's happening? Where did you come from? Where--"

"Okay, okay!" Dr. Wentworth interrupted. He looked lovingly at Sas and then back to me. "I do owe you answers, especially since it looks as though you've sheltered him from this storm. May I come in?"

"I mean you're already in--oh! You mean, like, formally. Yeah, sure."

The doctor took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door. Under the coat he wore a red flannel shirt and jeans. He reminded me of the Brawny paper towel guy, only Doc had less muscle, a little more of a beer-belly, and wore glasses. A mess of black hairs poked out of the top of his flannel shirt suggesting a furry torso. He rolled back his sleeves revealing two furry arms, and he kicked off his shoes politely next to mine by the door.

I ushered him over to the couch to sit and he kindly agreed. I offered to make us hot chocolate, to which he agreed also. When the doctor sat in the center of the couch, Sas plopped down on the cushion next to him and continued to try to hug the life out of him. The doctor affectionately hugged back but tried to break off and be somewhat civil in front of company. I smiled to myself, noting how playful and such a gentle giant this Sasquatch is.

"Well he certainly likes you." I said, bringing hot chocolate to the man and then plopping down in the armchair beside the couch. "Obviously you know each other."

"Yes. I am the doctor assigned to study him."

"Study him? Assigned?"

Sas continued snuggling up to the man. The doctor giggled when Sas groped him on the side, but immediately blushed and straightened his face. Maybe the doctor was a gentle guy, too.

"Jeremy, please!" he shook off the Bigfoot's hands. Sas looked amused. The doctor then stopped a moment and regarded the beast, looking him up and down. Then suddenly noticing the massive cock and balls wedged between Sas's legs, the doctor exclaimed, "Oh, he's naked!"

"You noticed?" I asked, cocking my head with a smile.

"I shouldn't be surprised. He always manages to lose his clothes one way or another. He doesn't like them very much, I think."

"I have to agree. So, Doc--can I call you doc? What is he?"

The doc nodded his assent at my question and swatted away another grope from Sas. "He's a missing link, we believe. We--Us. The scientists who are studying him. I really shouldn't be telling you anything considering that this is all top-secret information and he shouldn't even be here.."

"But?" I interjected.

"...But Jeremy would have taken your head off if he didn't trust you. And if he trusts you, I trust you. It's the least I can do for how you've sheltered him."

Took my head off...? I sank into the chair a little bit and wondered just what that big ape was capable of.

Doctor Wentworth cleared his throat. "Yes. Well, I am a primatologist; I study primates and their behaviors. Generally, I work for a private organization that researches animals' intelligence, but the government called me in to this particular project when three good ol' boys managed to find this big guy in the Canadian Rockies. How they smuggled him across the border I'll never know, but I was assigned to study him and understand him. His habits, his diet, his intelligence of course. Learn as much as I can about him and report to my superiors."   "Government stuff." I took a swig of my hot cocoa.

The doctor chuckled. "Yeah. Government stuff. I've been caring for him for the last eight months. And as clichéd as it may sound I've come to care very much for him. As you can tell he is extremely intelligent. I was able to teach him to understand basic English in a matter of months. Granted, he can't speak it back to us. However, it's still impressive that he understands speech at all. And he has a very gentle disposition." The Sasquatch, eyeing my cup of cocoa and then the doctor's, took the cup from the doctor and gulped it down. He grinned at me, asking in his own way for more.

"Oh he's gentle alright. And horny. I'll get you another glass." I stood up from the chair and took the glass from Sas, made my way to the kitchen and poured another two glasses. I returned and handed them off to the guys who, almost as if they planned it, took sips and sighed simultaneously. I shook my head.

"H-Horny?" the doctor asked fidgeting with his glasses. "Did he... what did he do?"

"Well..." I wasn't really sure what I should reveal to this doctor about the night before, when Sas almost sucked my brains out through my dick and I almost drowned in his cum. "Well he's very friendly and, uh, he knows how to make a mess."

"Oh....Oh!" the doctor said his face reddened a little more. "I wish I had been there to see that."

I snorted in my cocoa. "I'm sorry, what?"

The doctor's blush intensified. "I-I mean t-that I would have wanted to study that! To o-observe his mating r-rituals." The doctor cleared his throat awkwardly and Sas, being the big dog that he is, started sniffing the doctor's neck. Wentworth swatted him away again.

"Well, I guess it is your job to study those things."

"Yes it is. And Jeremy has always shown a very strong libido. Unfortunately being alone in captivity I've never been able to interact--uh, SEE him interact with another person." The doctor tried to settle his nerves and speak evenly, like a man of science. He took a long swig of his cocoa and set the empty cup down on the coffee table. "I've only ever been able to observe his solitary habits."

"You mean you've watched him beat off?"

The doctor turned red again. Now I was just having fun with him. Sas looked between me and the doctor. I believe he understood the phrase because he clasped his meaty left hand around his cock and began to stroke it, the length beginning to grow.

"Oh! No, not here!" the doctor coughed and pulled Sas's hand away. Sas let out a "humph" and shot a quizzical look at the doctor, then started stroking his Bigfoot beard as if he were a philosopher trying to make sense of a new principle. My eyes darted to the doctor who tried to adjust himself on the couch, but he couldn't hide the growing lump in his pants fast enough before I noticed. I raised a brow, hiding dirty thoughts.

"So," asked, "his name is Jeremy. And he's a Sasquatch?"

Wentworth almost looked relieved at the change in subject. "Y-Yes. He is. Actually his code name is Creature Z-139, but we named him Jeremy at the lab."

"Hmm. I named him Sas."

"Sas? As in Sasquatch?"

"Yeah. I'm not very original."

"How did you know he was a Sasquatch?"

I looked at the doctor, incredulously. "Uh, I mean it's kind of obvious, isn't it?"

The doctor laughed uncomfortably. "Yes, I suppose it is. We've been mapping his DNA and so far he does seem to be a distant relative to homosapiens, suggesting he may be a missing link of some sort, or what we would consider Sasquatch in pop culture. He is mostly human, it would seem."

"Mostly?"

"Yes, mostly. We're still figuring out the rest." He looked at the Sasquatch, who was studying the snow at the window intently, as if looking to go back outside. He made no motion to do so, so I let him be.

Doctor Wentworth sighed. "I can't take him back to the facility." He looked up at me with a worried expression. "I helped him escape you see--hated what the facility was doing to him. He's been so lonely, cooped up in that cell with no other creatures around him."

"So what did you do?"

"The other night, when most of the staff had gone home, I managed to sabotage the security systems. I made it look like a power outage had reset the system. I lured Jeremy out of his cage with some treats and sent him away into the woods headed south. I figured I could try to intercept him but he managed to move faster than I had anticipated. I told the facility workers that he was probably headed northwest where he had been found, so they struck out to scour the woods for him there. I tracked the most logical pattern for him to follow and saw that this cabin--and a host of other cabins--was on the route, so I hoped and prayed that someone might have seen him, without reporting it to the police. I never would have guessed someone would have taken him in."

"Well he's only been my house guest for one night. I found him out in the woods last night staring me down like a creep."

The doctor smiled faintly. "Yes, Jeremy is a very sociable being. And he has virtually no regards for others' boundaries."

"Yeah, I figured that last part out the hard way." My dick throbbed in my pants.

We sat in silence for a moment, both I and the doctor regarding our larger than life friend with compassion and warmth. He must have been through a lot just to get to this point, and yet he's still as unrelentingly happy as a child. And the doctor was a good man, too, for going so far and risking so much for this creature. I felt my heart break a little, so I took another sip of cocoa to disperse the feelings.

"I can't let him go back there, but I don't know what to do with him now that I've found him. I'm in such a conundrum."

I sighed, realizing he was right. And in about a weeks' time I'd need to go back to school and resume my own life. But for now maybe I could do a little for them. "Yo, Doc." I said, "Maybe he could stay here for a few more days. You don't have to leave just yet. I've got food enough for all of us, too, if you'd like to stay. I could use the help looking after Sas."

"Oh I couldn't be a bother. It wouldn't be right to..." the doctor trailed off. Sas could tell the mood in the room had turned dour and he hugged the doctor again in support. He looked at me and held out a hand, grunting a little to beckon me over. I set my cup down on the coffee table and went over to Sas. I sat on the arm of the couch and let him wrap an arm around my waist, pulling me close for a hug. He was hugging us both, willing us to cheer up in his own way.

The doctor returned the hug, too, and leaned into Sas's chest, letting out a deep sigh. "Okay, we can stay, erm... oh my goodness I never even asked your name. All this kindness and I never asked who you are."

"It's Jake," I said with a sincere smile. "But as for him, I'm not calling him Jeremy."

With the snow still falling, the road wouldn't be clear until the next day when we could effectively shovel a way out for ourselves. I offered the doctor one of the guest bedrooms and he happily set up shop with the few possessions he had with him. As the day wore on, Sas continued to snoop around the house letting his inquisitive nature get the best of him. I filled in the doctor about my background, how I was a biology student away for Spring Break, and how I wound up here. Doctor Wentworth told me more about his work at the lab and what kinds of studies they were doing on Sas. The more he told me, the more I admired him for helping Sas escape. The tests sounded cold and cruel.

I prepared us dinner in the evening and offered the doctor some of the liquor I had with me. A couple of rum and cokes loosened him up a little and he ate my food with gusto. Sas of course outpaced all of us and devoured everything I didn't have tied down. Afterwards the doctor offered to help me with the dishes, but I told him to keep an eye on Sas instead.

The doctor was from what I could tell a very kind hearted man, if not somewhat reserved and shy. He was very polite and thoughtful, and looked after Sas like he was a friend instead of a caretaker. It made me happy knowing that something good came out of this weird Spring Break, even though my life has suddenly become a weird crossover between "Harry and the Hendersons" and "E.T." And although I had only known Dr. Wentworth for a few hours, I found myself becoming somewhat attracted to him--his calm demeanor and soft voice, his bear body, his thick beard. It was like looking at Santa Claus thirty years younger and 50 pounds slimmer.

When night had fallen the doctor yawned widely and said he'd be off to bed. Though Sas looked sleepy I didn't think he was ready to nod off yet, so I agreed to watch the Sasquatch while the doctor slept. When Wentworth left the room, Sas scratched his head and made a confused look, unsure of what to do.

"It's okay Sas. The doctor is just going to bed."

Apparently Sas didn't like that. He took several long strides and made it to the door, playing with the door handle for a couple of seconds until he figured out how to open it. Inside the doctor had just stepped out of his pants and was standing in his boxers.

He let out a gasp, "Oh! Jeremy, what are you doing?" Sas galumphed inside and picked up the doctor, taking him down the hall into my room. Holy shit was Sas strong, I thought, to pick up a full grown man and carry him like that. He gently set the man down on the bed. "Jeremy, what is this?"

I followed down the hall and entered the room. Sas was lying on the bed with the doctor, who was visibly confused. When Sas saw me enter he made several guttural grunts and beckoned me over. I obliged, my curiosity peaking. Sas seized my arm and drew me close, then pulled the doctor closer and hugged us both together. I was practically in the arms of both men, not knowing what to say.

"I think he wants us all to sleep together." The doctor said adjusting his glasses.

"Would there even be enough room for that?" I joked. The doctor gave me a dubious look.

"Jeremy, we can't all sleep together. I'm going back to my room--" Wentworth attempted to move away but Sas grunted and hugged him closer. Sas made some incoherent babbling noises and kept us close together. Sas was easily stronger than both of us, so there was no denying this creature what he wanted. But the doctor insisted.

"No, no. Jeremy," the doctor said in a firm voice. "Let go of me and let me go back to my room."

Sas let out a small whimper. He almost sounded hurt by what the doctor said. But he relented a little, loosening his grip on the man who attempted to wriggle free.

But the doctor stopped and looked down. "Oh."

"Oh?" I asked, "Oh what?" I followed the man's gaze. Sas was fully erect, his eleven inch cock standing at full mast. The head was still sheathed by the brown foreskin and a tiny bead of precum was gathering just at the tip. "Oh." I said, feeling my own hardness coming on. "I think he wants to mate with us."

"What?" The doctor flushed crimson. "Jeremy, we can't... I... let go of us and let me go back into--"

The Sasquatch, who had seemed to be relenting, suddenly shifted so that the doctor could lie down on the bed. He moved me carefully to the side and let me sit on the edge of the bed, as if positioning me to watch something. The doctor tried to squeak out some more threatening-sounding orders but Sas was clearly not listening. In one quick motion he grabbed the front of the man's boxers and hoisted them down. The doctor made a gasp, his semi-hard erection flying free from the confines of his underwear.

"Jeremy! What are you doing!" the man tried to object and reach to pull his underwear back on, but the creature had already pulled them down off of his feet and flung them across the bedroom. Wentworth struggled to cover himself but the Sasquatch pulled his hands away as easily as a man playing with a rag doll.

The doctor was growing to full length -- a solid seven inches, I'd say -- with his cock poking straight out from a thicket of black pubes. His balls were a large size, too, sitting snugly in a wrinkled sack like two hen's eggs in their nest. My own cock twitched and sprang to life, instantly feeling trapped by the tightness of my jeans. But I wasn't sure what I should do. I just sat there and gulped.

Without any warning Sas dove in, and engulfed the bear of a man's cock in his mouth. The doctor let out a loud moan, half out of surprise and half out of pleasure. The sasquatch grunted happily and further devoured the doctor's cock, all the way down to the base. The doctor made another exasperated squeal, trying to form words.

"Jeremy, I... oh... that feels good. Jake, I'm... I'm so sorry... you have to witness this..." the doctor panted between breaths, clearly fighting to choke back the unprofessional delight he felt--but failing miserably.

I smirked. "Well, I gotta hand it to Sas. He knows what he wants and he goes for it. But I'll give you two some privacy." I stood up to leave but Sas reached out with a furry arm and clasped my shirt. While still bobbing on Wentworth's cock, he shot me a look that was almost sinister. He pulled me in close and tugged at my jeans, demanding that I remove them. "Hey, uh, Doc, remember when you said you wanted to study his mating habits with others? Well I think you're going to get your chance." I threw off the jeans and my boner, still caught in my briefs, found a little relief. "Doc, you don't mind if I do what the Sasquatch wants, do you?"

The doctor's face had gone fully red, what intelligence he had on it was lost in an expression of primal bliss. He didn't even look at me. He simply shook his head and let out another low moan. With that consent, I pulled off my briefs and my own sizable cock sprung free. I wasn't really sure what Sas wanted me to do, so I lay down on the bed next to the doctor.

Once I was on the bed, Sas quickly pulled off the doctor and found my cock next, quickly stuffing it into his face like food. The warmth overpowered me easily and I let out an unceremonious moan. Sas was still stroking Wentworth with one hand while sucking and stroking me with the other. For a moment I wondered if it was appropriate to snuggle up to the Doctor, seeing as how we had just met that day, but then I laughed at the thought. Here we were both being blown by a Sasquatch, who cares about propriety?

"He... definitely knows... how to suck a dick." The doctor said slowly, trying to keep his voice even as the beast continued jerking him.

I moaned in agreement. "Jesus Christ. His mouth feels like a goddamn vacuum pump."

Sas, knowing we were talking about him, lifted off my cock and gave a goofy, light-hearted grunt. Drool ran out of his mouth and over the front of his beard, and he swiftly went back to sucking Wentworth. The doc let out a sharp hiss of pleasure and settled into a low moan. He had broken out in a sweat and his face was still red from excitement.

With Sas's coaxing hand still on my cock I shimmied over to the doctor and kissed him playfully on the forehead. "You doing okay there, Doc?"

He opened his eyes and smiled at me. "Absolutely." He said.

I put a hand on his broad chest feeling the immense waves of heat surging from him. "Do you mind if I take this off of you?" I asked, moving my fingers over the clasp of his top button. The doctor groaned.

I deftly undid his top button and followed them downward until his flannel shirt had been completely opened. I sat back to admire the man's chest: two silver-dollar sized nipples sat on two meaty pecs, above the beer-gut that quivered from the beast's oral pummeling below. His entire chest and belly were coated in thick black curls. I teased them with my fingers. With one hand I tweaked a nipple gently, trying to work it into a hard point, and I slowly lowered my mouth to his other nipple. He whimpered, and found the back of my head to pull me in closer onto his breast. I sucked harder, lapping my tongue over the tender areola and feeling the soft flesh go hard.

"Oh God, if you keep doing that, I'm going to..." the doctor couldn't find the strength to finish his sentence.

I lifted off his nipple leaving a trail of spit. I looked up at the man and whispered gently. "Don't worry, Doc. You can note this in your research: Sasquatches love to swallow."

That sent him over the edge. With one loud, pained grunt the doctor began to buck and thrust harder into the Sasquatch's waiting mouth. Sas happily stroked and coaxed and ate everything the doc had to offer, and just as the Doc settled from his last spasm, without skipping a beat the Sasquatch turned his attention to my own waiting cock. Feeling the rushing sensation of my meat being swallowed into the warm wetness of Sas's mouth, I moaned loudly. I put one hand onto the doctor's chest to steady myself but my strength gave out from the ecstacy of Sas's blowjob. I half crumpled-half slumped into the doctor's arms and leaned up to him, moaning into his face. He wrapped a hairy arm around me and pulled me closer, his own chest still heaving from his breathlessness, his heart racing like mine. I felt almost dizzy with heat and tried to kiss the doctor affectionately. I missed and landed on his beard. Wentworth giggled at my helplessness and kissed me in earnest, planting his pouty lips onto mine. His tongue probed my lips and I opened willingly to him. Our tongues dueled, our juices mixing. I nibbled gently on the doctor's lower lip and he groaned in return.

I felt the cum in my balls churning madly with the attention Sas had been showing them, but his energy was dropping. The beast was huffing a little now, losing stamina from trying to bring two men to climax back to back. His neck muscles were probably tired from straining. I knew Sas still had more in him, but I sensed he needed his own relief, too.

"Oh, Sas," I panted, "Please don't stop. I'm so close. I'm so close..."

The doctor pushed his glasses up his nose. "I'll help you, Jeremy. I'll help you." The doctor reached over and took hold of my cock, continuing the pistoning motion the Sasquatch had started with his mouth. Sas eased back to my head, letting the doctor work his magic, and settling himself so he could continue to suckle the precum that had been flowing from me like a river.

"Oh, Doc! Oh, please, I'm--uh!" I couldn't take it. The combined efforts of man and beast made me cum. I felt my balls draw up and the semen surge through my cock, blasting out inside the waiting mouth of my furry lover. With each surge, I convulsed, and the doctor smiled at his work. Sas continued to suckle until the stream of cum began to ebb, at which point he immediately stood up and climbed onto the bed. He pulled us apart with ease, separating myself from the chubby doctor so he could lie down between us.

His own throbbing member had precum oozing down the sides of it, standing at full attention and waiting for some help. I looked over at the breathless doctor, who shot me a knowing look. We didn't even have to say anything. One good turn deserved another.

Both of us sat up in bed and turned ourselves around to be face-to-face with the Sasquatch's fat cock. The doctor, finally being able to sate a long-awaited desire, grabbed the base of the shaft hard and lowered his lips over the pulsing head. Sas cooed softly. I wanted to help to, so I stuck my face into Sas's nutsack and breathed deep. The beast smelled ripe alright, and I could swear I smelled some of the dried cum from yesterday's adventures. I licked frantically, making a small snack of his loose flesh and scrotum. I tried to take one of his testicles into my mouth, but it was almost too large to fit. Instead I licked my way up over Wentworth's chubby fingers and helped him eat the beast's warm foreskin.

Doctor Wentworth had a mad look in his eye, like he'd been waiting for this for eons and was finally able to sate his lust. I almost felt sorry that I took Sas's big load yesterday before the Doc was able to. I shrugged, and continued helping the Doctor in his work. Suddenly the doctor leaned in trying to take as much of Sas into his mouth as possible, pushing me out of the way. He managed to get about seven or eight inches of Sas into his throat before his face turned redder. He gagged and sputtered, and pulled off the enormous rod with a deep breath. I chuckled at him and went in to nibble more on Sas's cock. But the doctor wasn't done. He was determined to get that monster's load, and I felt eager to help.

Just like Sas and the doctor double-teamed me, I did the same to Sas. I took the monster's cock in my hands and `bated him as steady as I could so the doctor could focus on sucking the creature of. It didn't take long though. The beast's breathing became uneven and his colossal sack drew up for the immanent explosion.

"I gotta warn you, Doc, Sas cums like a geyser."

The doctor ignored the warning. Sas let out a blood-curdling roar startling myself and the doctor, but the doctor's labored breaths hitched as he was met with a flood of seed into his eager mouth. I heard loud gulping as he swallowed. One mouthful. Two mouthfuls. Cum was dripping down the sides of Sas's cock and wetting my hands. I was impressed with how much better this man was able to take Sas's load than I was.

Soon the tide ebbed and the doctor, having coaxed out the last bit of Sas's cum, eased back off of the monster. Sas's dick made a loud popping noise when released from Wentworth's mouth. He sat back on his haunches and smiled contentedly, his face red from the efforts, his eyes glassy. A combination of cum and spit had worked its way into the man's beard. Wentworth absent-mindedly wiped his lips with his arm and let out a long sigh, his breath smelling like cock and semen.

The fuzzy giant on the bed was murmuring softly with his eyes closed after the steamy session. Soon his masculine snores filled the room and it was clear it was time for all of us to follow suit. The doctor laid down on the bed next to the Sasquatch, draping an arm over the broad, forested chest, and nuzzled his face into the creature's shoulder. I did the same, laying down on Sas's other side. I lifted the Sasquatch's arm and put it around me and cuddled in close to his hirsute frame.

"You still wanna sleep in the other bedroom?" I asked the doctor coyly.

He shook his head. "No, I think I should stay with him. And I think I should study him more closely." He looked over the resting creature and caught my eye. "And I think I need to study you more closely, too."

I laughed. "Okay. Kind of a weird come on, but I'll take it."

"Yeah, I'm not too good at that kind of stuff."

"Well you're doing alright by me." I said. We held each other's gaze for a few moments and the next things I knew I was out like a light.