Sasquatch In My Mind
It was great to be taking in the scenery of the Cascades. It was just what I needed. A week to get away and figure out what was going on in my life. I should have the world by the balls. I was a twenty-five years old computer geek making six figures. I had an ultra hot girlfriend that was always wanting to jump my bones.
And that was the problem. I could get it up and fuck her for hours, but I couldn't cum unless I imagined it was a well endowed stud sawing his huge uncut gnarled cock in and out of her pussy. Somehow I just couldn't get off thinking about my little cock doing the job. Not that I'm tiny, at five and a half inches I'm just slightly on the small side of normal. But Gina could tell that I was no longer thinking about her when I was getting off. I tried to explain to her that I needed to concentrate to get my nut, but things were getting worse between us.
I wasn't sure why I needed to think this. Maybe because all through high school and college I'd been a nerd. All the jocks always bragged about how much pussy they were always getting. Because I was a genius, I'd been put in the "Jock" dorm, even though I was about as nonathletic as a person could possibly be. I was there to tutor the high level jocks, which had it's perks.
In high school I'd always been picked on, even beaten up by several bullies. But at the University it was a completely different story. No one picked on me there. The jocks made sure of that. It was well known that if you picked on the nerd, the jocks would beat you senseless. Of course the jocks made nerd jokes about me, but they were made as friendly jests, not maliciously.
As a freshman they gave me the starting Quarterback for a roommate. He was a redshirt sophomore so even though he'd been there 2 years he still had three years of eligibility left. There couldn't be two more different people on campus. Ben was six feet five inches tall and was a cut two hundred and fifty pounds of twisted steel and sex appeal. I was five feet five inches tall and weighed all of a hundred and ten pounds. Whereas Ben excelled at every sport, I wasn't even good at tiddly winks. And on the first day as roommates the biggest difference became painfully obvious. He was hung like a fucking stallion.
He had nine gnarly uncut inches of manhood between his legs which he was rightly proud of. It was incredibly thick with veins protruding all over it. His foreskin was so long and loose that even when the monster was fully erect only the slightest bit of it peeked out of the hood. In fact he was so proud of it that he rarely wore clothes around the room. And he exuded sex appeal.
My five and a half inch cut cock just paled in comparison. As I said I was average size but most of the Jocks were above average size which gave me a bit of an inferiority complex. But even though they were nearly all bigger than average Ben made them seem ordinary in comparison. He gave a new meaning to the term Big Man On Campus.
Surprisingly he never belittled me on the size of my dick. In addition to the fact that I was the one that stood between him continuing to be eligible to play football and losing his scholarship, I think he truly liked me.
I on the other hand completely idolized him. He was everything that I wanted to be but wasn't. But he treated my like a favorite little brother. He took me with him on the nights when he went out partying. So I always got to hang out with the coolest people at the party. And while he didn't treat me like an equal, he didn't treat anyone like an equal, he didn't belittle me or let anyone else belittle me.
Of course that didn't keep him from entertaining the ladies on our room. He didn't have a steady girlfriend by choice. He wanted to be able to fuck any of them any time he wanted. And believe me there were no shortage of young ladies lining up to "ride the pony". He never asked me to leave the room when he planned on having a young lady spend the night. He was a bit of an exhibitionist and would never even get under the covers when he fucked them. His bed was on the opposite wall as mine with only six feet of distance between them. So I had a bird's eye view of him boinking them.
Of course I was shy so I always had gym shorts and a T-shirt on except when I was in the shower. Ben always kidded me that I needed to loosen up. "What you need is to get laid." He frequently said when I was especially shy.
The first couple of weeks I just lay under the covers trying to stroke off without being noticed while he noisily rutted with the lady du jour. He liked to keep the desk light on so he could see what he was doing, and I also believe so I could see what he was doing. And boy could I see what he was doing. Every now and then he'd turn to me and wink at me. And I knew that I was busted. He knew I was choking my chicken watching my own private little porno. And he was every bit the stud of any of the leading porn actors. Occasionally he even pulled out for the "Money Shot".
Then came the fateful night that I'll always remember. He brought a freshman cheerleader to the room for the evening. They had come back from a frat party after Ben had led the team to a win at homecoming earlier in the day. I had left the party early to get some work done. Even though they were both underage they both had obviously imbibed in more than a couple of beers. I was already in my sleeping clothes and working on a custom computer program that I was working on freelance for a major corp. I sighed softly. I knew that I wouldn't get anything else done on it tonight, so I closed the computer down.
"Hey Becca. This is my roomie "Geek". He wasn't being nasty, the jocks all referred to me with the affectionate nickname of "Geek". "Don't worry he's cool with us being here." She just giggled in response. She was much more interested in what was rumored to be hiding in Ben's pants than the fact that I even existed.
She was barely five feet tall so instead of pushing her to her knees, he pushed her until she was sitting on the foot of the bed. Which gave me a perfect side view of the action. "Why don't you get the "pony" ready to ride?" She just giggled and unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. Gravity pulled them to the floor, revealing that unsurprisingly he'd been going commando. "OW!" Becca squealed in delight at the sight of it. He stepped out of his jeans and used his left foot to toss them into the corner.
All of the girls on campus knew that Ben had one of the rare uncut cocks on campus. They were all curious about it and Becca was no exception. It was obvious she knew her way around a dick by the way she cradled his semi erect cock in her palm and caressed his huge balls with the other hand. But it was also obvious that she was enthralled with his foreskin. She peeled it back and squealed with delight, "This is so cool!"
"Becca why don't you use your mouth for something other than talking..." Ben suggested as he palmed the back of her head used his huge hand pull her toward his manhood.
She didn't argue the point at all. She took the head into her petite little mouth and started running her tongue under his foreskin. There wasn't room for much more than the head of his cock in her mouth. But it didn't take her long to get Ben fully erect. He pulled out and stroked himself a couple of times retracting his foreskin each time he ran his hand down his cock. Pre was drooling out of his slit as his cock bobbed like a cobra in front of her face. She was mesmerized.
"I'm not sure all of this can fit in that tiny pussy of yours." Ben egged her on.
"Yes it can. Let me show you!" She begged. I think she had forgotten that I was even in the room. She quickly stripped out of her cheerleader outfit. In her eagerness she just let the pieces fall where ever they happened to fall.
With that Ben laid her back down on the bed and crawled between her legs. Her pubic hair was like a swamp when Ben bent his head to the task of eating her pussy. He always joked that he was a "cunning cunnilinguist", but he knew exactly what he was doing when it came to pleasing the ladies. His big flexible tongue knew every trick there was to bring them to Nirvana. Becca was no exception. He teased her at first nibbling at her inner thighs as she squirmed trying to get his tongue over to the main target. He nibbled at both of her labia but was avoiding her clit as she moaned and squirmed in anticipation. Finally with just the tip of his tongue he attacked. It fluttered back and forth almost too fast to see on her erect little nub. She came almost immediately.
That didn't even slow Ben down. He took the whole area around her clit into his mouth and sucked on and tongued her clit. Soon he was working his middle finger in and out while he continued to suck on her pussy. She was starting to build to a climax again when he pulled his mouth away and got ready to fuck her. He put her knees over his shoulders and moved forward until the tip of his cock was right at her opening.
Despite her earlier protestations that it would fit, it took at least a full minute of the twat two step to get the whole thing into her tight little quim. When his huge balls came to rest against her she cried out in triumph, "See I told you that it would fit!"
He didn't give her time to gloat. He withdrew his boner and jammed it back in, almost knocking the breath out of her in the process. I had a perfect side view of his cock working in and out of her, his huge low hangers slapping against her with an audible whap each time they slammed against her. Although you could barely hear it over the "Ah, Ah, Ah" noise that was continually coming out of that cute little mouth.
He varied the pace, keeping her right on the edge. The funny thing is I really only had eyes for his cock, not for Becca's nubile form. I wanted to see his huge balls draw up and fill the little minx with a cunt full of his thick potent cum. I didn't have to wait long. He had her bent almost in half as he worked his massive cock into her, his pace quickening as he came closer to his climax.
Then it happened. "Aaarrghhh!" Becca cried out in a massive orgasm, Ben gave two last deep thrusts then held it deep in her as his balls slammed against his body. He was firing off shot after shot of thick virile cum deeper in her body than anyone had ever been. Then he collapsed on top of her.
After a moment he whispered something into her ear. She grinned and nodded in agreement. Then he got up off of her. I could see the gaping hole where his dick had been. Because of how deep he shot his load into her I knew that it would take a minute or two for it to start to seep out. I often wondered what it would be like to eat their pussies after he'd cum in them, but I knew I'd never get the courage to do it.
"Well Geek, Becca and I've decided that it's time for you to lose your virginity. So get out of those clothes and show her how a real Geek fucks a lady." He said with a friendly chuckle.
Although I hadn't been expecting the opportunity to lose my cursed virginity, I sure wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Especially with the prospect of such a hot cheerleader. I got out of bed and before I knew it Becca was on her knees stripping my gym shorts off of me. My rock hard erection caught on the waist band and then shot up, slinging a thin stream of precum from her breasts to her chin. "Ooh Geek it's so cute." She cried out in surprise a moment before taking it into her cute little mouth.
It was obvious that I was more the size she was used to. She hadn't been able to do much with Ben's massive monster given the size of her little mouth. But I was a different story. She bobbed eagerly on my boner, twisting her head back and forth as she did. Her tongue was fluttering on the underside of my cock as she worked her oral magic. She had no gag reflex as my cock went down her throat on each bob. But embarrassingly there was no way for me to hold back. Instinctively I grabbed the back of her head and held it against me as I cried out, "I'm cumming!" And with that I jettisoned my load straight down her throat.
She didn't miss a beat, she just started swallowing. Her throat muscles were milking the cum out of my cock. I finally let go of the back of her head as the last dregs of my load oozed out of my cock. To my surprise she wasn't angry, she just pulled back until the head of my cock was in her mouth and she started to go to town on it with her tongue. It didn't take long to revive my erection.
She pulled off and lay back on the bed with her legs spread. Her pussy was a mess from Ben's huge load that had been leaking out the whole time she'd been sucking my cock. But that just made it more of a turn on. Knowing that I was going to be sticking my cock where Ben's had been just moments earlier had my cock throbbing in anticipation. He was the most Alpha male I'd ever seen and he was going to share his cunt with me.
I quickly crawled between her legs and lined my dick up with her sopping wet snatch. Of course after just getting fucked by nine fat inches she wasn't exactly tight. Loose wasn't even an adequate description of the fit. I could barely feel the sides or the top. The only friction was on the bottom where I was pushing my cock down against he bottom of her sex. And there wasn't much friction there because of the copious quantities of Ben's man juice.
But just knowing it was Ben's fluids lubing my cock had me ready to cum in less than a minute. I took one last deep thrust and my whole body contracted as I shot my load deep in Becca gaping cooter. Of course she didn't cum, but she didn't seem disappointed at all. She knew that she was going to get plenty of orgasms from Ben as the night went forward. I rolled off her onto my back, exhausted from my exertions.
To my surprise Becca rolled over and sucked the mixed cum off of my shriveling manhood. Ben laughed and said, "I guess that makes us "wiener cousins" now." Then he playfully pushed me out of his bed, pushed Becca face down onto the bed and started to plow her like only a real stud could. She was soon having a series of multiple orgasms and was begging for more.
I got into my bed and for the first time in my life I slept in the raw. I would continue to sleep like that for the rest of my life.
It became sort of a tradition that I would get sloppy seconds every time Ben brought home a piece of ass. I was always more fixated on the fact that Ben's cum was lubing me than the thought that it was a nubile young lady's gash that I was fucking. They were just one night stands that Ben was bringing home while he was my hero.
Of course Ben didn't bring home a coed to fuck every night. He would have never gotten any studying done. It was usually only Friday and Saturday night. But it also became a tradition on the other nights to stroke off to porn together after we finished our homework. We'd sit side by side as we watched the video. Sometimes Ben even put an arm around my shoulder as we each pulled our own pud. But we never touched each others junk. Half the time my eyes were fixated on Ben more than the video. He was usually more of a stud than the guy in the video anyway. I would to have loved just once to be able to jack him off, but I never came close to asking.
After Ben graduated at the end of my third year (it wasn't my junior year, I'd graduated a year and a half early. I was only still in school because I was working on my PhD) and that was the end of the pussy. Despite the fact that I'd been getting as much strange as anyone in the school, I'd never learned how to ask a chick out. So it was back to Rosie Palm and her five sisters for me. But between working on my PhD, tutoring sports stars and working on freelance programing I didn't have a whole lot of time to shag young ladies anyway.
It wasn't till after I'd gotten a great job at a tech firm that I had time to meet anyone. She was a fellow techie, that worked for a different company that shared the same building. We met in the cafe and soon we were a steady item.
It didn't take long for her to ask me over to her apartment to spend the night. I'd never asked a girl out before and she realized that if she waited for me to take her to bed we might stay celibate for the rest of out lives. Although I was shy and she wasn't a virgin at the time, I had way more experience when it came to fucking. And surprisingly when a chick wasn't stretched obscenely by Ben's massive member I had no trouble getting them to have a good orgasm. My problem was I was having a hard time having an orgasm. I'd always thought of the fact that my cock was sliding in Ben's cum slick as the thing to get me over the top. And now it seemed like I couldn't get off without thinking of my cock sliding in Ben's load. I tried and tried and tried again to get myself over the top but to no avail. Finally I closed my eyes and imagined that I was watching a big hung stud fucking her senseless and within half a minute I was busting a nut in her.
This resolved the situation for a while but after half a dozen times she started to notice that I was as she put it, "no longer with her when I came". I tried to play it off as I needed to concentrate when I came, but it was driving a wedge between us. It finally came to a head when she decided we should maybe take a break from each other for a couple of weeks and then see if that would help.
I was heartbroken but she really didn't give me a choice. And she was right, we couldn't go on pretending that there wasn't a problem. And although she didn't say it I knew the problem was with me.
First I wondered if I was gay. But that didn't make sense either. I didn't think of two guys going at it when I got off. It was always a guy and a girl. It just was that it wasn't ME and a girl. It was always a much more studly guy, a guy like Ben who was fucking the girl. Was it an inferiority complex? Was I a voyeur at heart? I had no idea of what to think. Maybe I should go to a shrink, but I was too embarrassed to admit to any of this...
So what I decided was to take a week off and head up to the mountains to do a little trout fishing. It was one of the best things to help me clear my head. Maybe camping for a week alone in God's country would help me reason things out.
I drove up as far into the wilderness as the road would take me and I parked my Escalade. The area that I was planning on fishing was about three miles upstream and I figured it would take at least three trips to bring my tent, fishing equipment and food supplies to last for a week. I put the first set of supplies in my back pack and took off down the trail, map in hand.
About a mile in I could hear a voice in my head that said, "Yes you're going in the right direction..." I jumped at first because I was sure there was someone right behind me whispering this. But there was no one to be seen anywhere. I continued a little over a mile longer when a large creek that didn't appear on the map cascaded down a twenty foot waterfall into the main river.
The strange voice in my head said, "Take this trail up to the top of the falls."
I argued with it. "No that's not where the fly shop suggested that I fish." Why was I having this argument with myself.
"Just go up and see what's up there. If it's not good then you can come back down and fish where the proprietor suggested." The voice persisted.
Knowing I'd never be able to get over the curiosity of what was up there if I didn't at least give it a look I turned off the main path and headed up the new one. You could barely make out a trail if it even was one but I followed it. When I got to the top I couldn't believe my eyes. Rolling out in front of me was the most beautiful midsized trout stream I'd ever seen. It was a perfect combination of pools and riffles with many swift deep runs.
On top of that it looked completely undisturbed by mankind. I walked over to the stream and looked into it. It was full of trout in the 18 inch to 24 inch range and a few that looked considerably larger. They were busy picking nymphs off the bottom now at midday, but I figured that that would evolve into hatches as the day went on.
"See I told you this would be better than where you'd been planning to go..." The voice in my head said snidely.
This time I didn't dignify it with a response.
"I guess it would be too much to expect a thank you for the advice." The voice continued with a chortle.
I was starting to worry if I was really starting to have a mental breakdown. Schizophrenia? But I didn't have time to think about that. I looked for a good place to set up my tent. There was a great little clearing that was high and dry. I set the tent up and all of the attendant things that made a good camp. I even found a nice boulder in the sun to set my solar heated shower bag on so it would be nice and hot when I took a shower that evening.
Then I just about ran back down to the SUV to get the food and cooking equipment. I was sure that I would be able to catch plenty of fresh trout to supplement what I'd brought with me. I didn't bring anything perishable since I had no way of keeping it cold for a week so I was going to have to rely on freeze dried and powdered food. But I did bring a camp stove and some pots and pans to cook with.
Finally I went back for my fishing equipment. I'd saved that for the last trip or I might not have had the will power to keep my from trying out this paradise before I'd brought all of my stuff up and set up camp. Finally I was ready to give this perfect stream a thorough going over.
I went over to the stream and using a dip net I netted a few of the nymphs that were active on the bottom. They were large stoneflies that were common to the area. I had tied some up before I'd come on the trip so I wouldn't have to use my travel kit to tie some before I started. I brought the travel tying kit just in case I needed to match a particular hatch that was native to the stream I was on.
I was right next to a nice riffle that seemed to be teeming with trout and in no time I had a 22 inch wild rainbow on the end of my line. And wild was the word for it. I think it spent more time in the air than it did in the water. All thoughts of my dysfunctional sex life had completely fled my cranium as I caught and released one trout after another. I continued to work my way up to a deep fast run.
The voice in my head was back, "I bet there is a monster in the outside bend where the current gouges into the side of the mountain..."
"It doesn't take a genius to figure that the best fish in this section would take up residence there." I replied in my head like I was actually talking to someone else.
By the time I finally fished my way to that portion of the stream the stonefly hatch had begun in earnest. I waded out into the current. It was a fast current which made the wading treacherous. But right against the far side of the creek where it cut into the sheer cliff was the largest creek rainbow I'd ever seen. It was over three feet long, but sleek, not like the football shaped trout that you find in some lakes. It was sleek and powerful from fighting the current of the creek all it's life.
The huge fish was just out of casting range on the other side of the fast deep run. I couldn't fish for it from the other side because of the cliff so I would have to try from this side. I eased my way as close as I could, barely keeping my footing in the treacherous rapids. I tied on a fresh dry stone fly and doped it heavily with gink. I made a couple of false casts to get as much line out as possible, then I executed a double haul cast. I got it nearly where I wanted but still a foot short. It was out of his feeding window. I kept casting but with the same result each time. His feeding window was just a foot further out than I could cast.
"It's OK to go out a little further..." The voice in my head suggested.
I inched out further into the current. The gravel was unstable beneath my wading boots, the swift current sweeping it out from under me. Despite the shifting gravel beneath me, I started casting again. I was closer but my fly was still landing just shy of the huge trout's feeding window. I cast four or five times but still couldn't get out far enough.
"That's not far enough. Just a few more steps..."
Despite my better judgment I shuffled out into deeper faster water. It was everything I could do to keep my footing. Each time I twisted my body the swift deep current tried to pick me up and wash me away. But I wanted this monster badly. I cast again and managed to lay it down in his feeding window. I was being buffeted by the current as I watched the big buoyant fly drifting down toward the behemoth. It slipped out of the slow current easing into the faster current where my fly was coming down. He eased up and back as he prepared to take my fly. Because the current was so fast and the surface was so disturbed he didn't have time to get a good look at it.
He took it and as I reared back to set the hook I lost my footing. The water pulled my feet out from under me and I was sucked into the deeper water. My waders filled with water and pulled me under the ice cold snow melt water. I struggled in vain until my head was slammed against a rock and I lost consciousness...
I awoke with that same voice in my head. "Just relax... Remain calm..." But it wasn't my thoughts I was hearing, it was definitely someone or something else. But it was originating inside my head. I should have been terrified at the thought of voices in my head, but there was something soothing about them.
Then as I became more awake and aware I realized that I was laying face down with a hairy heavy body draped over me. Well not exactly draped, it was supporting it's own weight not resting on me, but touching me all over. Just as panic started to set in the voice in my head spoke again.
"Relax... If I wanted to hurt you I cold have killed you in your sleep." The voice in my head said soothingly. I couldn't help but comply.
"But what's going on?" I asked aloud.
"Don't talk, just think." The strange voice in my head said softly. But there was something in it that encouraged me to comply.
"But what's going on?" I asked with my mind. It was then I realized that we were within perfect darkness. It seemed that my consciousness was coming back a bit at a time, and it seemed to be controlled by this entity that had gotten inside of my head.
"You almost drowned. You had hit your head on a rock and had been unconscious. I pulled you out of the current before you had gone over the waterfall to certain death. You were also going into hypothermia. I brought you into this cave, undressed you and used my own body heat to warm you back up." The voice said.
I could feel his body on top of me as I became more and more aware of my surroundings. His head towered above mine but I could feel his cock resting in my ass crack. He definitely had an erection, but what was more surprising was how huge it was. Just what was he?
The voice in my head chuckled. "Questions, questions, questions. My aren't we full of questions. I'm what your kind refer to as a Sasquatch. Some of you refer to us as a Bigfoot."
"But they don't really exist!" I protested out loud.
"Please don't talk. I don't understand your language, but I can share your thoughts. When you vocalize them it just confuses me."
"But they don't really exist!" I said, but this time I just thought it.
"That's better. I assure you that I definitely exist." He said with a chuckle in his thought/voice. And yes I have an erection. And yes it's much larger than a human's. Why do I have an erection. Because I find you VERY attractive and I haven't been with anyone in months..."
"But I'm not gay." I said in my head trying to convince myself as much as to convince him.
"You aren't? Then why are you hard." He said as his huge hand reached under me and fondled the erection that I just became aware of. "You can lie to yourself, but you can't lie to me. That's the blessing and the curse of my kind..." The voice said pensively. After a moments pause he thought to me. "Don't worry I won't do anything without your consent. But then you won't be able to deny your consent with words..."
With that he got off of me and helped me up. The cave we were in had an entrance that angled to the right, then the left and again to the right, which made sure that it was in complete darkness. As we walked out the bright sunlight hurt my eyes for a second until they adjusted to it. When they had fully adjusted I took a good look at my savior.
He looked to be every bit of nine feet tall. He was covered with black hair/fur which was of variable lengths all over his body. His pubic hair/fur was especially long and thick, completely hiding his no longer erect penis and testicles. There was a powerful musky odor coming from it. It wasn't foul, it was just a powerful musk that was making my cock harder than it had ever been before. Because of his height this patch of pubic hair was right at eye level when I was standing. Despite my protestations earlier that I wasn't gay I couldn't take my eyes off of this patch that hid his maleness. I wanted to touch it... And more...
He put one of his huge hands on my shoulder and the voice in my head said, "Go ahead and touch it." It was scary that I could keep no secrets from him I thought. "You'll get used to it." The voice said with amusement in it.
I looked up at his face and saw a smile on his semi-human face. But I couldn't be distracted for long from what was hiding in his groin. Using both hands I parted his pubic hair and saw what I was looking for. It was long, at least ten inches long in it's flaccid state. It was thicker than my cock but not much thicker considering how much much longer it was than mine. The head was completely covered with a foreskin. It reminded me of Ben's and how I'd wished I'd been able to play with it when we were roommates.
"You find my foreskin fascinating. I noticed you no longer have one." He said reading my thoughts as quickly as I became aware of them. "I know you're curious. Go ahead and peel it back."
I complied because it was what I desperately wanted to do. When I peeled it back I saw that the head of his cock was pointed, unlike the more blunt tip of a human penis. His cock stiffened and grew with each manipulation of it. "Yessss! It's been a while since anyone has touched me like that." He was soon fully erect. He had to be about fifteen inches long, but only about 2 inches in diameter. Not anywhere near as big around as Ben had been. "Be glad it's long and thin. If it had the same proportions as a human penis it would be almost five inches in diameter. I don't think your virgin asshole would be able to handle that."
Just the thought of that had my asshole clenching tightly. "Maybe I don't want you to shove that monster up my ass." I thought to him.
"But you will. In fact you already want me to, you just aren't ready to admit it to yourself." He said smugly. He was fully erect and now he was oozing precum which I used to lubricate him so I could slide my fist the whole way up and down his long shaft. With my other hand I reached further into the forest of pubic hair to find his balls. I gasped in shock when I found them.
"Yes they are huge compared to your dainty little human testicles. Since we don't live with our partners we need to be able to make sure we do the job properly when we breed. A long penis with a pointed head to penetrate our mate's cervix and huge balls to deliver a huge load directly into their womb."
"Go ahead and take it into your mouth." He said. My mouth was watering at the prospect. I'd never had a dick in my mouth, but there was nothing in the world that I wanted to do more than that right now. "Be careful with your teeth. Cover them with your lips." I followed his advice and took him into my mouth. It was like nothing I'd ever imagined. It was like steel encased in velvet. My tongue explored it and it delivered a huge spurt of precum. It was more than a complete ejaculation by a human. I didn't know what to expect. It was sweet, salty and had an undertone of bitterness that reminded me of the musk that was bathing my senses from his pubes. Whatever resistance I'd had was completely overpowered by this musk.
"Yes you want me. You want me more than you've ever wanted anything in your life. Don't you?"
"Yes!" I thought to him. And then an involuntary thought came out. "I'm yours to do with as you please!"
"I've known that since you first came into my territory. I knew that it would only be a matter of time before you would belong completely to me." He thought smugly to me. But I had no resistance to him, nor did I want any. All I wanted right now was for him to empty those huge balls into my gullet. "Don't worry I plan on satisfying your every desire."
I started running my hands up and down that long manhood while my tongue continued to massage his dickhead. It was continuously oozing precum which was just about making me swoon. "Believe me my semen in much more powerful than the precum." He thought into my mind, almost willing it to be so. I kept stroking his pre slicked shaft with my right hand and brought my left hand back up to his huge nuts. I ran my fingernail down his taint and along his ball sack. This time he let out an audible moan and let out a huge spurt of pre to reward my efforts. I lovingly caressed those huge seed factories, eager for him to spill his essence.
He took my head in his massive hands and started to take charge of the situation. The head of his cock slipped into my throat as he pulled my head toward his groin. I started to choke on it as he pulled me onto his cock. But soon my body was responding to the orders he was giving me brain to brain. I relaxed and soon all fifteen inches was down my gullet. My nose was buried in his long thick pubic hair. The musk was intense and it had my brain on fire immediately. Between the musk and the suggestions, his brain was infusing mine with his will.
I was soon sliding my throat up and down his long manhood. Every time I went down it the foreskin retracted and as I came back up it covered his strangely pointed dickhead. I realized that after a moment or two of this he had trained me to massage him with my throat muscles as I fucked my throat on his member.
I found myself compelled to reach up and caress his huge bull sized balls. I couldn't help but contemplate the billions and billions of sperm that balls like this could deliver...
"Not only can they deliver billions and billions of sperm, I can cum MUCH more often than a human when I have a partner available. And it's been so long since I've had someone to play with..."
The pace and timbre of the voice in my head was almost hypnotic. Most times it wasn't even a voice, just a "suggestion" in my subconscious. But my body followed it like it was an order. I was eager to please and my body followed every nuance that the creature willed me through.
"In addition to the extra sperm our huge balls produce they also produce psychotropic chemicals that will enhance your pleasure and your compliance..." His voice whispered in my head. "You've already felt it to a small degree from the precum I've been feeding you, It will be much stronger in my semen."
I could feel his balls starting to draw up and I knew that he would be cumming soon. "That's right. I'm right on the edge. You're gonna feel it too." I had no idea what he meant. "You'll understand in a moment." He thought to me then I could hear him chuckle into my brain.
And then I felt it. Even though they weren't being stimulated I could feel a tingling in my balls like I was gonna cum. I could feel my throat working up and down my own cock, or at least it felt like it. And then all hell broke loose. Huge jets of cum shot through the beast's fifteen inch cock directly into my stomach as he grunted "Aaaarrrghhhh!". But that was verbal not something in my mind.
But at the same time I could feel all the feelings of cum shooting out of my cock, except there wasn't any. I was only feeling an echo of his orgasm. But it was so fucking real. More intense than any real orgasm that I'd ever experienced.
It was a good thing that he was shooting his seed directly into my throat or I never would have been able to keep up. I could feel him depositing at least a pint into my stomach. And with each spurt I was getting higher and higher. Colors and sounds and textures and feelings were all getting confused as whatever was in his semen took over my mind.
He finally stopped cumming and withdrew his cock from my gullet. He picked me up and carried me to a bed of leaves. He lay me on the bed and then lay down beside me. I was terribly confused. I wasn't sure where his mind ended and mine began.
"Yes it can feel that way at times. Especially when the psychotropic effects kick in. Don't worry though, I've never heard of anyone having a bad trip." He thought to me while he pulled me closer to him. And even though I was tripping I felt safe, warm and content in his powerful arms.
I don't know how much time had passed when I became aware of my own existence again. The lines between him and I were no longer blurred. Colors were just colors and smells were just smells again. "Welcome back my young friend." He said into my head. Well maybe they were still blurred a just a little.
I looked around and could see that the sun was just at the edge of the western rim of the canyon and was starting to go down over it. It would get dark quickly here in the canyon. I looked over at Sasquatch and thought, "How long have I been out?"
"For about two hours in your kind's reckoning," He thought into my brain.
"Can we go back to my camp. Without clothes and a sleeping bag I'll freeze tonight." I thought.
"I guess we can do that. It's about ten miles away from here." I heard in my head as he picked me up and put me on his shoulders. Of course he had a huge ground covering stride that got us there in about 25 minutes.
"I need to catch some fish for dinner. Where's my gear?"
"I hung your waders and clothes up to dry over there." He thought to me and directed my head to go in the direction he was thinking. "The rod is laying on the ground beside it." He continued to inform me. "But there's no need for you to catch fish for dinner. I can provide them. How many do you need for yourself to eat?"
"Two about fifteen inches would be good." I thought to him.
Even without hearing his thought directly I realized that he wanted me to follow him down to the creek. He stood on the edge of the bank and stared out into the creek. Then to my surprise a fish came rocketing out of the depths and shot three feet up on the bank, followed in short order by five more. They were all about fifteen inches. He put his fingers through the gills of four of them and thought to me. "Those two are yours."
I hooked the remaining two under the gills and we walked back to the tent. I grabbed my Rapala filet knife and quickly fileted mine. I was going to offer to let him use the filet knife when a motion caught my eye. He held the back of the fish with his left hand and using his thumb and forefinger he gripped the gills and pulled toward the tail. The gills and the guts came out in one fell swoop. He repeated it on the other three. He was finished in less the thirty seconds.
"Do you want to cook your fish?" I thought.
"We are not used to cooking our food. Fire might draw curious humans toward us." He responded.
I got out my camp stove and turned the burner on under a nonstick frying pan. I put some butter and some salt and pepper in it and started sauteing the four filets in it. I grabbed a couple of potatoes and diced them into another frying pan. I added butter and Montreal Steak Seasoning then put a lid on it while the seasoning infused the potatoes with it's various flavors.
I wasn't sure how my new friend was going to prepare his dinner. It was one of the frustrating things that he could tell what I was thinking, but I could only hear what he was thinking when he wanted me to.
"My dinner is already prepared. I'm just waiting for yours to be finished so we can eat together." I heard in my head. "Also be glad you can't hear what everyone is thinking. It can make a being go mad if they aren't used to it." He added with a chuckle in my brain.
The fish was done, but the potatoes would take a little longer. They'd probably be done by the time I'd eaten my fish so I grabbed a fork and carried it to my collapsible camp table. I sat on my folding chair and got ready to dig into the fresh trout. It was delicious. It doesn't get any fresher that that. That was when I looked up and saw my companion start to eat his first fish. He started at the head and just started chewing. I thought it would make me lose my appetite but between the fact that I was famished and Sasquatch was telling my mind that it was just natural to eat that way, my stomach settled right down. I finished my fish with no more queasiness.
I went over to the stove and checked the potatoes which seemed to be finished. "Do you want some potatoes?" I thought.
"I've never had potatoes." He thought back.
I took a fork full of the potatoes, blew on it until it was cool and guided it to his lips. He opened his mouth and I slid the potatoes into his mouth. He chewed them pensively. I really couldn't read what he was thinking as he chewed deliberately.
"This is something different. But it's good." He thought.
I grabbed another fork and handed it to him. "You can share the rest of them with me." I thought and a smile came to his face. It didn't take long for us to finish the whole pan of them. I'd bought a half dozen dinner plate size cinnamon rolls at a little family donut shop on the way up the mountain. I'd eaten one of them on the drive in. I grabbed the box with the remaining five still in it and offered him one.
He grabbed one and waited for me to take one and set the box down. We both bit into them simultaneously, My brain felt like it was exploding as I heard, "WOW! That's AMAZING!"
He shoved the rest of the huge cinnamon roll into his mouth and chewed it rapidly before swallowing it. He grabbed another out of the box and just about inhaled it as I was taking my second bite. He grabbed a third one before I heard a sheepish, "I'm sorry I guess that was rather rude." Which actually made me chuckle out loud.
"Go ahead and finish the last two. I can only eat this one and they'll be stale by morning."
"Thank you." He thought at me. He savored the third and fourth rolls like they were delicacies. "I don't often get sweet things." He thought into my head when he finished. "They make me horny..."
"I'll bet when you live up here in the mountains by yourself everything makes you fucking horny." I thought sarcastically to him.
"You're right." He thought at me. Then he picked me up, put me over his shoulder and carried me to the tent. It was a fair sized ten by twelve foot cabin tent. The average person could stand erect in it, but not a nine foot tall Sasquatch. He had to crawl in to access the tent. But although he couldn't stand up he could stretch out in comfort. He lay on the opposite side of the tent from my foam sleeping mat and sleeping bag. He lay on his back and set me down beside him on my bedroll.
He lay there on his back for a few seconds before his erection began to rise out of his thick patch of pubic hair. He started to control me without "thought speech" just his mind taking over control of my body. That was probably what he did to the trout to make them jump out of the water. He could probably make me drown myself and I would be powerless to resist.
"Yes I could and yes you would. But you needn't worry. I'd never do that to you." He thought to me then went back to encouraging me to suck his massive schlong without "thought speech". He didn't need to use coercion to get me to suck his cock, I wanted more than anything to get another dose of whatever was in his ejaculate.
I knelt beside him and wrapped my hand around that fifteen inch tower of manhood. I stroked it up and down, mesmerized by the foreskin retracting then covering that strangely shaped pointed head of his cock. As the precum began to flow I took the head into my mouth to make sure I didn't miss a drop.
"It's even better if you take it rectally. It pretty much goes straight into your bloodstream that way." He said to me in his thought speech.
"I can't take something into me that's that big!" I protested.
"Trust me you can and you will." He said and then I could sense him taking control of me on a subconscious level. I stood up and straddled his waist as I lined myself up over him. I guided the pointed tip to my virgin asshole. I could sense him telling my body to relax. And it did. My sphincter relaxed and the head of that long thin cock penetrated my submissive body. I felt a heavy flow of precum ooze into my body and I slowly lowered my body onto his member until I was sitting on his pubes.
"I told you it would fit. You didn't have any pain did you?"
"You know I didn't. You can read my thoughts." I said as I rested on him, the tip of his pointed cock was fifteen inches up my rectum. And a barely discernible suggestion drew my attention to a spot a couple of inches inside my rectum. I could feel the beginning of pleasure as I felt his cock resting against it. I knew immediately that it was my prostate.
I raised and lowered myself on his cock, concentrating on stimulating my prostate as much as possible. It was what I wanted and I knew that it was what he wanted too. The stimulation had me burbling pre. As it ran down my cock he took one of those huge fingers and gathered some of the precum and brought it to his mouth. He licked it off and thought to me. "That's much more satisfying than the cinnamon roll..."
I was increasing my pace as I fucked myself on his cock. He was really leaking pre heavily into me now. Its effect was subtle, but powerful. It made me want to give myself completely to this alpha male. He was right about taking it anally being much more powerful than taking it orally. The blood vessel rich rectal area allowed it to travel directly into the bloodstream. And directly to my brain...
"So you've figured that out."
"Yeah." I thought back to him. I quickened my pace as I worked to my climax. He had his huge hands on my hips lifting me up and down on his cock as I started to succumb to his fluids. As my conscious mind started to fade his control my subconscious mind began to meld with his. The boundary between his mind and my mind was beginning to blur. I could feel his pleasure and I was sure he could feel mine. I could "feel" what his cock was feeling as it explored the depths of my body. He started to thrust up into me as he started to approach his climax. It was creating a feedback loop where I was feeling his sexual excitement and mine and vice versa. As it continued the feelings increased exponentially. We both came simultaneously, his huge balls pumping me full of his psychotropic semen.
I was only vaguely aware of my own orgasm. My senses were all jumbled as colors registered as sounds, sounds as tastes, feelings as colors in all combinations that you could imagine. And as I collapsed in confusion I could feel him penetrate the inner depths of my mind where all of my inner secrets would be known to him...
For what seemed days but was really only half an hour he sifted through my memories. Nothing was hidden from him. Things that I hadn't remembered in years were revealed to him. He perused them all but wasn't judgmental about any of it.
But he didn't just take. He gave me insight back at him. He transferred to my brain how his kind came across the land bridge to North America long before any of the humans did. They had already developed their telepathy before they crossed the land bridge. There populations had never been dense and when they came to this continent and were spread out even further their telepathy became even stronger.
But it became a double edged sword. They could no longer live in groups. When they did their thoughts became a cacophony that could drive them to madness. They could no longer exist within about 100 miles from each other. The most they could manage was when they mated to come together long enough to pass on their genetic material, then after mating one time, fleeing from each other. It was one of the reasons they had evolved psychotropic effects in their semen. While the females brains where on a trip their thoughts were incoherent allowing the male to deposit all of his semen into the female with out being distracted by all of their mates thoughts. It was very sad and I could feel his sadness as he communicated this information directly into my brain.
When I finally awoke I was crying. "I can't believe how terrible it must be to be so alone."
"Yes it's hard. I get tempted to draw people like you in. But rarely do I risk it. Unlike when you came through and I made you come to me, I normally convince the adventuresome travelers to pass by my little secluded valley. Many have wanted to venture up here out of curiosity but I have nearly always gone into their brains and changed their mind. No one can come up here without my permission."
"Then why did you let me come up?"
"I didn't "let" you come up. I MADE you come up. I could sense that you were different. That I could trust you. That you were looking for something just like I was." He thought to me. After a pause he added, "And I think I can help you..."
As the psychotropic effects were wearing off I became more aware of my surroundings. It was fully dark by now and at this elevation and this time of year it was probably frigid outside. I'd brought up a portable propane tent heater but hadn't turned it on, I realized that I wouldn't be needing it at all this week. Having a hairy nine feet tall creature that probably weighed in the vicinity of 900 lbs was more than enough body heat to keep the tent toasty.
It had been a long day and I really started to feel exhausted. He was laying on his back and he pulled me on top of him and that was where I spent the night. Lying on top of him my head over his huge thumping heart I fell into a contented sleep.
I awoke as the sun was just coming up over the rim of the valley. I had morning wood which was pressed into the soft belly fur of my companion. His morning wood was touching my ankle. While he was asleep I wanted to try something. I carefully turned around and worked my way down his massive body. I positioned myself so our boners were head to head. Then I put my thumbs inside his foreskin and stretched it out, guiding it over my much smaller cock. His dickhead was as long as my whole cock and I was in his foreskin docking with him.
I started to thrust in and out of his foreskin, my hands tightening around his foreskin to keep it in place. He started to leak pre heavily as my cock began to rub against the sensitive underside of his dickhead. In addition to being really slick, his precum made my cock tingle as it penetrated the pores of my skin.
As I got more and more aggressive in my thrusting he woke up. I heard him think into my head, "Such a nice way to wake up." He sighed contentedly then ran one of his huge fingers up and down my taint, making my balls tingle even more. "Yeah go ahead and cum..."
I could feel him invade my brain and intensify the feelings that were starting, simultaneously holding back my orgasm yet letting the feelings build much further than would normally take me over the top to an orgasm. It was like an extreme form of edging. All I could do was think to him, "PLEASE LET ME CUM!"
And he did.
It felt like my balls were being sucked inside out as volley after volley of semen shot out into his foreskin. He reached down and replaced my hand with his massive hand, holding the tip of his foreskin snugly around the base of my cock as I pumped it full of my semen. When I finally stopped shooting and started to shrink, he told me, "Please get off of me."
As I pulled away his hand kept a tight seal of his foreskin on my cock, making sure all of my semen stayed in his loose foreskin. When I was finally off of him he bent his body forward and brought his head to his cock. Despite his bulk he obviously had more flexibility than a human. With his other hand he gripped my right hand. Again I could feel his brain tap into mine, sharing the experience with me in a mind to mind meld.
Slowly he started to suck my spooge out of the tip of his long foreskin. I could feel as we semi zoned out as the small amounts of psychotropic chemicals known to be in human semen intensified in his senses. The power of his brain was able to manipulate these chemicals, intensifying their effect. Creating an interlude of peace and lassitude that went on for an undermined period of time. Almost as if time ceased to exist.
When I finally came to I thought to him, "You mean that was in me?"
"There's more in you than you are aware of. It's something you need to learn if you are ever going to solve the problem that drove you up here in the first place. You don't need to be a big dicked stud to satisfy your woman. You need to accept that in your core before you can be helped. Maybe after a week with me you'll be able to understand that."
I just let it sink in as I got up. I got dressed and went out to start up the camp stove and get some breakfast ready. I made some pancakes and eggs. I figured that Sasquatch would like the sweet pancakes with syrup, but I didn't know if there would be enough to fill him up. I set up the table with him watching intently.
"I like the fact that you are concerned about me. I will try what food you can spare, but make sure you have enough for yourself. I can provide for myself." I was still having a bit of a hard time remembering that none of my thoughts were hidden from him. But I guess I'd have to learn how to deal with it.
The remainder of the week was pretty much pure bliss. I got to spend each day on the most idyllic trout stream that I'd ever fished. On the third day I even managed to hook the one that almost drowned me the first day. I even managed to land it. My companion assured me that he didn't assist me with any mind control on me or on the trout. It turned out to be 39 inches long. I took pictures of it and released it.
During lunch breaks and at night I had the most wonderful sex I could have ever imagined. We did it in every conceivable position, and some that I never would have conceived. And it was all great.
Our last night together was unforgettable, not for the intensity of the sex but for what he eventually did for me. Before we started to have sex, Sasquatch and I had a serious conversation. Well if not a conversation, a thought exchange.
"During the times you've been on semen trips, I've taken the time to remap your mind a little bit." I started to protest but he hushed me. "I didn't change any of your intelligence or personality. You're still the same person you've always been. I've just made it so you are a little bit more compatible to telepathy. You won't be able to read peoples thoughts but you will have a little bit on an insight into people that you didn't have before. And you may be able to subtly influence people with your mind. Not control them but influence them." He paused for a while and just held me.
"I know all about the problem you've been having with your fiancee."
"Do you mean my problem being able to cum when I'm having sex with her without imagining someone more well endowed than I am performing the act?" I asked in embarrassment.
"There's no need to be embarrassed. But yes that little bump in the road to marital bliss." He replied with a chuckle. "I've gone in and repaired that portion of your thought processes. Next time you are ready to cum when you're with her stare directly into her eyes and I guarantee you the problem will be solved."
"After I leave here tomorrow will I ever see you again?" I thought to him.
"I sure hope so. Once you get out of range I won't be able to make you return. But I'd really like it if you could manage a "camping trip" one weekend a month. It would make my life a lot less lonely..."
"I think I'd like that." I thought to him, then I immersed my head into his pit and breathed deeply of the musk that was emanating from it. I was soon falling under his spell again. And I could think of nothing that I would like better.
When I awoke in the morning I was completely refreshed. I tore down my camp and soon had it all ready for the three trips that it would need to take it all back down to my Escalade. Well what I thought would be three trips.
"I can help you carry it back to your vehicle." I heard his thoughts inform me. "There are no other humans on this portion of the mountain today. At least not within a hundred miles." I loaded him up with two thirds of the stuff and we walked out to my SUV. After we loaded it up we faced the time for parting.
I could feel terrible sadness in him. "I'm gonna miss you. I WILL be back." I thought to him. That was the truth. I pulled his head down to mine and kissed him tenderly. And as I did I could feel large tears falling on me before he turned and retreated into the wilderness with his signature large strides.
When I finally got back to my house it was almost noon on Sunday. So I called my fiancee. After a week of thought chat I almost forgot to speak aloud when she answered the phone.
"Where have you been all week?" She asked.
"I went up into the mountains camping and trout fishing. I needed to get away and clear my head. I think the trip did me some good. It helped me get things back into perspective. I'd like to come see you."
"I've missed you. I could make us dinner." She said and paused before continuing. "Come on over for dinner at six."
I figured that flowers would be appropriate so I picked up a dozen blood red roses on my way over. In the past I would never have thought to pick them up. It seemed my time with Sasquatch was already paying dividends.
I got to the door and she squealed with delight, "Oohhh! They're beautiful!" She said. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a passionate kiss. She led me to a small table for two in the dining room. It was lit with candles. "Sit down while I put these into a vase." She said and went into the kitchen to arrange the flowers.
I sat down and she brought the flowers out on a cart that had our dinner on it. Two bowls of Caesar salad, a plate of steaming garlic bread and a plate of lasagna for each of us. A bottle of wine with two crystal wine glasses completed the cart. She transferred it all to the table and sat down across from me. She was excited but still worried that things wouldn't work out. But she only knew the old me.
I'd always been a bit socially inept, but now when we talked I seemed to always know where things were going and I was always able to stay a step ahead and anticipate exactly what she wanted and needed. I wasn't a different me exactly but I was maybe a better me. By the end of dinner we were both eager to take things to the bedroom.
I'd always been a bit shy about directing our sex, but this time my confidence was high. I grabbed her by the hand and led her to her bedroom. I could sense that she really liked the new assertiveness in me. When we got to the bed she dropped to her knees in front of me. She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my top button of my pants and pulled them down over my hips. And she did a double take. To her surprise and delight I was going commando.
She took my semi erect cock into her hand and guided it to her mouth. I'd never seen her so anxious to suck my cock before. I was soon hard and she was bobbing up and down my cock. But somehow I could sense that she wanted me to be the aggressor so I gripped the back of her head with both hands and started to face fuck her. She was surprised at first, but soon completely surrendered to my advances.
I didn't want to cum in her mouth so I pulled her off of my cock. I picked her up and laid her on the bed. To her and my surprise I ripped the front of her dress off and then ripped her panties off. I crawled between her legs and nibbled on her inner thighs and labia but made her beg for me to eat her properly. The more I held back and teased her the more vociferous she begged me to take her. When I finally took her clit into my mouth and started sucking on she came violently on my tongue, unlike orgasm she'd had with me in the past.
She was too sensitive for me to continue to eat her out so I worked my way up. I kissed and licked my way up her belly until I came to her still bra encased tits. I deftly unhooked her bra and threw it across the room. To her shock I slapped a hickey on her right tit and almost before she realized what I was doing her tits were each sporting several. I had never given her a hickey before, but she seemed to relish the fact that I was marking her.
I was soon sucking on her hooters alternating between them. She was writhing on her back and I wedged my knees between her legs and lined my raging boner up with her eager sex. The difference between now and any time we'd had sex before was that this time I was taking her, not waiting for her to give herself to me.
I lined myself up and as soon as I felt the target I jammed my whole cock up her sex in one go. She squealed in delight. "What's Gotten Into You Geek?" She cried out. It was not a complaint, she was more turned on with me than she had ever been before. I started to hammer away at her taking her in ways I'd never done before and to my surprise she had an orgasm. I'd given her orgasms with my tongue before, but this was the first she'd ever had on my cock.
But I didn't stop or even pause, I just rode my way on through. I could tell I was bringing her to another orgasm and I could also feel myself starting to tingle. It was now the moment of truth. Would I be able to cum in her without imagining a hung stud fucking her. I remembered what Sasquatch had told me. I tried to look directly in her eyes but she had them closed and was thrashing her head back and forth in a building ecstasy.
But somehow I knew what to do. I directed my thoughts into her mind and willed her to open her eyes and gaze into mine. That was all it took. Soon I was staring into her eyes like I was staring into her soul. And that was all it took. I jammed my cock as deeply into her as I could and I exploded into her with a grunt as she thrust her sex up against me hunching up trying to get my cum as deeply in her as possible. When I finally finished cumming I collapsed on her in complete exhaustion. After a few seconds I rolled off of her and she buried her head in my chest, sighing in contentment.
The last thing I remembered before dropping off to sleep was how much I owed Sasquatch.