Cross Country Chapter 3: Squatching a Rumor By Evan Andrews ©2025
This is a fan fiction—of sorts.
"Cross Country" is part of a larger cycle of stories related to my Hunters and Hunted series, a direct sequel to Three Wolf Brothers. This is not your typical werewolf story any more than Hunters and Hunted is your typical Dracula story.
As always, I had some faces in mind as I wrote these stories. Chris is based on Chris Hemsworth, and Canvas on actor Greg Cipes from Anger Management. The two Bigfoot researchers are based on bad boy Donny Bonaduce and gay porn star Max Adonis. Bigfoot is played by himself. This story should not be considered a true representation of the sexuality of either the actors or the characters they play.
The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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"What the fuck?!" Canvas whispered.
"Hush, youngster," Chris said. "Listen and learn."
Looking down on the monkey camp in the woods below them, the two travelling Brothers watched as an older (but still fit) redhead monkey toyed with an assortment of electronic equipment on the table under the dining fly. A screen displayed views from (the Brothers guessed) several trail cameras.
"Max, are you there?" the redhead asked over a headset.
An unkempt young man stepped in front of one of the cameras and waved.
"Right here, Doc," the boy said. "Uh, are you positive this is a good idea?
"Don't you trust me?" Doc said.
"Of course, it's just..."
"Okay. You're nervous. Look, let's go over the plan again."
["Good," Canvas said.]
"The best way to confirm the existence of the Sasquatch cryptid is to get a biological sample for genetic testing. People have tried all sorts of other ways..."
"None of which ever provided anything conclusive," Max said.
"Exactly," Doc said, "But none of them ever tried the most obvious way to get a sample."
"Yeah, but..."
"Look, Max, we've been all over this. We can't send a girl out to do this, so it has to be one of us. You're bi, and you enjoy getting fucked. This'll just be like what you do any Saturday night, just with the most foreign of foreign exchange student. And when the Squatch fills you with his cum, we'll have that undeniable genetic sample!"
[Canvas shot a shocked look Chris. "Fucked!?" the American Brother said. "That's what the crazy man said, Canvas. Now hush."]
"Uh, yeah," Max was teetering, "But I mean, how big a tool are we talking about?"
"Not to worry, my boy," Doc said. "Humans have the biggest cocks among the primates. So, a Squatch cock should be something you can handle with no problems. Hell, your last boyfriend was probably better hung than a Squatch will be."
"Well, okay. If you're sure."
"I'm sure."
["Chris, how big IS a Sasquatch's dick?" "Never seen one, so I've got no idea. Watch and listen."]
Doc was still talking.
"By the way, did you use... it?"
"Yeah," Max said. "I rubbed it all over, even in my pits. I'll need a shower later, but the smell's nothing I can't handle."
"That's good, so now we.. Wait, what's that noise?!"
Something quite close roared, and the trees behind Max shook violently.
"Doc..." Max's voice was now quavering.
"Just stand your ground. Don't act threatening."
["Jesus fucking..." Chris said, "That thing might kill the boy!" And that said, the Aussie Brother was on his feet ready to act, Canvas rising along with him.]
Back on Doc's screen, the researcher watched open mouthed as out of undergrowth, a real and in-the-flesh Sasquatch appeared. It stared at Max for a second before moving out of cover and making a beeline towards the grad student. As it advanced, Max's resolve to advance science faltered--collapsing entirely when he got a good look at the Squatch's erect dong. (Most primates do have smaller penises than humans, but most is not all. Max found himself facing a cock that was easily a foot long. And in the heat of the moment it probably looked bigger.)
"He'll kill me with that thing!" Max yelled at his mike. " Fuck you, Doc, and fuck the project! I'm outta here!"
And the boy started to run.
"God damned grad students," Doc growled at his monitors. "I've gotta salvage this fiasco somehow," and the redhead researcher jogged off towards the bait clearing, hoping to cut off Max who just started running back to their base camp at top speed.
["Chris, was that thing...? "said Canvas. "I never seen one, but we've got to head that fucking ginger monkey off and rescue the kid." Chris started running. "Wait, we do?" but the younger Brother tore out after Chris anyhow.]
Brothers moving faster than monkeys, the travelers caught up with Doc about the time they heard the screams. Apparently Max was advancing science in spite of his misgivings.
"Fuck! You can't! It's too big! You'll tear me in half!" the grad student screamed. "Oooooh!"
Come up behind Doc, who was watching from the edge of another clearing. The Squatch definitely had a hold of Max. The boy's clothes were history, and the Squatch held him so that his fuck pucker rode the swell of the cryptid's cockhead. But the cryptid hadn't penetrated his hole, let alone started fucking him—yet.
"Wait," Canvas said, sniffing the air, "Chris, do you smell that?"
"Yeah, somebody dosed that boy with about ninety-six times the recommended daily allowance of primate "come fuck me" pheromone."
"That asshole redhead researcher, I bet."
"Well, he probably supplied it, but you heard. The boy dosed himself."
"Idiot monkeys," Canvas muttered.
Doc was all but salivating as he rubbed his hands together.
"Yeah," Doc whispered, "Take that slutty studmuffin and leave me a big dose of Squatch nut!"
"Doc!" Max screamed, "I know you're out there! Save me! He's going to fuck me to death with that, that, THING!"
"Science, my boy, close your eyes, grit your teeth, and think of science," Doc muttered from undercover
["Fuck this asshole, Chris." "Agreed, but maybe not the way you're thinking."]
The Brothers leapt on and grabbed hold of Doc.
"Surprise, monkey-fucker!" Canvas yelled, and together he and Chris drug the "scientist" out into clearing where Squatch was just starting to penetrate Max's boy-cunt.
The cryptid froze in place.
"Jesus, boy," Chris said to the whimpering young man, "Did you use that damned fuck-me pheromone like it was a body spray?"
The Squatch, momentarily taken aback by the Interruption, now got angry. (Well, so would you if someone cockblocked you.) Instead of getting on with ravaging Max's hole, or leaving off fucking altogether so he could attack the interlopers, though, the cryptid sniffed the air and then looked at the Brothers more curious than enraged.
"He recognizes us," Canvas said in amazement. "Or at least what we are."
"Yo, boy, Max," Chris said, "You have any more of that stuff Doc here told you to dose yourself with?"
"In my pack," Max blubbered. He still didn't know if the Squatch mean to kill him or rape him. "Please, save me."
"Hmm," Chris said.
The boy's pack lay on the ground a few feet away, right where it had flown when Max dropped it. Leaving Canvas to hold onto Doc, Chris got the flask out and poured the rest of the pheromone compound over the ginger's head, after first splashing liberal amounts on the crotch and the ass of the researcher's jeans.
"There," the Aussie Brother said.
"What're you doing?!" Doc demanded, enraged and scared to death. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?!"
"At least as much as you do, asshole," Chris said. "You wanted a Squatch to fuck some dude and leave a "deposit" inside him. Actually, that was a good plan, so just think of this as us helping your project out."
The Assie took Doc from Canvas' custody and pushed him out into middle clearing stinking of "come fuck me". The Squatch looked down at the older man, intrigued.
"After all," Chris went on, "Two samples ought to be better than one. Canvas, calm Max down."
Canvas turned his magnetism on the grad student while Chris did the same with Doc, who had been beginning to gibber with fear.
"You know, Chris," Canvas said, "I never used this to help someone else get him some ass."
"Me, either," Chris admitted. "I guess we'll see how well it works."
Chris bent Doc belly-down over a fallen tree, kicked the redhead's legs wide apart, and said, "Just lay there, asshole."
Still under Chris' influence, the redhead researcher did just that. The Squatch looked puzzled.
"Consider it a gift. Respect, brother," Chris said to the giant figure who had watched this whole drama. "I hope you have fun widening their horizons (and assholes)."
The Squatch walked Max across the clearing, still on the verge of fucking the boy with each step, and dropped him over the log alongside Doc before ripping every last stitch of clothing off both the monkey Squatch hunters.
"Woah! Look at that boy's sweet hairy ass, Chris," Canvas said. "Do you think Squatch man here would share?"
The Squatch apparently understood, and he bared his fangs at the American Brother.
"I think he understood you, and I think the answer is hell no. Leave it be, Canvas."
Chris held up his hand to the cryptid and waved.
"Good fucking to you, my friend. Give them all the cum they can handle."
As the Brothers left the Squatch to his playthings, they passed several other Squatches that had been drawn by the overpowering pheromone scent bomb.
"Oh boy," Canvas said.
Chris and Canvas had not gotten much further into the woods when Max's "I'm getting royally screwed" screams broke forth. These were quickly joined by those of his mentor. Both the monkeys' screams quickly reached a howling crescendo.
"Someone just came," Canvas said.
"Some two, I think," Chris said.
The cries of Squatches getting their own nut followed right after that. Then the whole carnal symphony started all over again. It looked like the scientists had a full night of being bred and seeded by massively big dicks ahead of them.
"Two samples, did I say?" Chris mused. "I think I may have underestimated the success of Doc's project."