Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2023 09:34:45 -0400 From: Ted Davidson Subject: Bigfoot's New Friend If you like this story please consider checking out my Patreon at patreon.com/TedDavidson_Writer. I make bi-weekly content that will always contain gay, bisexual, trans, and sissy content. I also do requests at other tier levels, where you pick the characters and topic, and I made your fantasy a written reality! Also please check out my published book on Amazon. "Snowed In With My Best friend" by Ted Davidson. It's free on Kindle Unlimited! Thank you for reading! Please remember to donate to keep stories like this and many many more alive at https://donate.nifty.org/ Bigfoot's New Friend I have loved camping ever since I was a young kid. My family would go out to the woods (not a camp ground), pitch a few tents, and just live in the quiet woods for weeks on end during our summer breaks from school. Us kids would run through the woods just seeing what we could find, while the adults stayed back and cooked us food. We would spend hours fighting with sticks, exploring little "caves" (which were normally just turned over trees), and usually just getting a little lost. In the many hours that we had spent in the woods, I had never seen anything out of the ordinary. Until the summer I turned sixteen. We had just finished unpacking, and setting up our tents, and now I just wanted to go for a walk through the woods that I knew all too well. My favorite place to spend time was walking along the long river that snaked through the forest. It was a rather shallow river that had a nice trail that ran along side it for miles. The walk to the trail was always a sight to see. Walking through the rows of tall pines, being able to see for what seemed like miles, I always thought was amazing. I was walking along one row when I heard what I thought was a soft but loud groan ahead of me in the pines. I stopped in my tracks, and my hearing seemed to transform into a kind of super power. My heart was hammering as I looked around, but still saw nothing. I gathered myself, and continued my walk down the row of trees. About a hundred more yards the groan happened again. I stopped, hoping to hear it again, but this time a large, hairy beast walked across the row of trees I had been standing in. The beast walked with large, gaping steps, but strangely making almost no noise. The beast did not turn, so I imagined it did not spot me. After it had walked about three rows passed me, I turned, and ran as fast as I could back to camp. When I arrived back to camp, all of the adults were now sitting in chairs around a fire, drinking beer. I doubled over at the group of them, trying to catch my breath. "Whoa whoa whoa, whats going on Chris?" dad said, standing up. "There.....there.....was a gorilla, or something.......I don't know what I saw." I was gasping for breaths, my chest on fire. I saw my dad glance at the rest of the adults with amusement. "What you probably saw was just a deer, there are thousands of them out here." "No! It was like...bigfoot!" "Chris, there is no such thing as bigfoot." dad said sitting back down in his chair. "Why don't you go relax, maybe clear your head a bit." I was still panting, but I knew what I saw! I saw bigfoot! Maybe it wasn't? Was I just seeing things? My mind was running a millions miles an hour, and I was still trying to gather what I had really seen. I think of myself as a pretty rational thinker on most days. Maybe it was just a deer. Maybe bigfoot really isn't real. The rest of that night I had tried my hardest to convince myself that it really wasn't bigfoot that I had seen, but I knew what I had seen! I had seen all of the TV shows trying to find bigfoot for themselves, and I had always seen it as just entertainment, but now it was my turn to prove he was real. I decided that tomorrow, I was going to find it, and hopefully take a picture. The next day I was making my way down the rows of trees once again, ears open, eyes peeled, phone camera at the ready. As I walked, every little break of a stick made me stop and sweep around with the camera, but nothing each time. I eventually came to the end of the tree row where it meets the river trail. I decided that I would just walk the river trail like I intended yesterday, and maybe it would be roaming around on my way back. I turned onto the trail, and started walking. I had been walking for what seemed like thirty minutes, when I heard distant splashing in the water. The river is more like a big stream, no rapids, no falls, so when I heard splashing I knew that it was not normal. I began walking faster, hoping that it was the bigfoot, and I could catch it as it was bathing? Fishing? I wasn't sure, but I wanted to catch it. I started to see waves of water splashing into the air around the bend, and when I came to the corner, and hopefully the source, I saw it. It was standing in the middle of the river. It kept slamming it's fists down with what looked like anger, but I realized that I was trying to catch some fish by slamming it's fists down on top of them as they swam by. While it was standing there, I studied it as much as I could. It looked to be roughly seven foot tall, covered in a long red coat of fur except for the chest. It's face was strangely human like, everything except for the large hanging brow that cast a shadow over it's eyes. When it stopped it's bashing, it stood tall, and glanced down at the water, looking for fish I would assume. I could not take my eyes off of it, and my mind could barely process what it was seeing. At that moment though, I noticed that it was also a male. After his frustration had subsided, I saw him reach down and grab a hold of this giant brown penis that had a massive pink head attached to the end that barely peaked out from his foreskin. He started to piss into the river, tilting his head back like what I would have if I had been holding it in for hours. After the fountain had stopped, and shook the remaining piss off, he glanced in my direction and saw me. His relaxed posture turned to fright, and he sprinted up the opposite bank, and out of my life for the remainder of that trip. I had desperately tried to get a picture in that last moment, but when I looked down at my phone, a red battery symbol was blinking at me. Of course it had to be dead. * After that year our family stopped going on our yearly camping trips. I had left for college, and my parents kept saying that they were just getting too old to keep up the tradition, so after that year it kind of just died. But for me, I never forgot that summer and what I had seen in those woods. I would try to tell everyone that I could about me seeing big foot in the woods, but I was always just called a quack, and they always just told me that it had to be something else. So for a while, I just kept it to myself. For the years that I was in college, I had always thought about going back to those woods. Maybe to camp by myself, just to get the quiet time. But in the end, it was always about the hunt for big foot. I obsessed about seeing him again, even if people didn't believe me. After graduating college, I briefly moved back in with my parents in my home town. That summer, I decided that I wanted to finally make it back to our old camp in the woods. I packed up my car with my tent, an actual camera, then headed north. Once I got there though, it was eerily empty of other campers. Maybe it was out of season for the rest of the vacationers, but I was the only one for what seemed like miles. I unpack my car, set up my tent, and figured I would just hang out, and listen to the sounds of the forest. I planned on camping for four days, and for the first two day I would wake up, and hike the trail where I had first seen big foot. Both days I had not seen a thing, other than a couple squirrels playing up in a tree, and a bounding deer hopping through the brush. My hope for see him was about lost, but on the third day, everything changed. I woke up that morning right at the break of day, just like any other day. I pulled myself from my tent, stoked the fire with a couple more logs, and started to brew some coffee. While I was sitting there in my camp chair, taking sips of coffee, I noticed a smell in the air. A smell of maybe B.O. and musty? I couldn't quite put my finger to it, but it continued to get stronger as I sat there. After about five minutes of thinking that it was just my unwashed body, I caught a glimpse of a large animal crossing through the woods that surrounded my camp. It was definitely big, and looked to be red. I shot up, and dropped my cup to the ground, spilling coffee all over my feet. My body ignored the pain of the searing coffee, while I frantically searched for my camera, but by the time I had found it, he was gone, except for the smell. "Damn" I said under my breath. I slid on my shoes, and gave chase, running down the trail hoping to cut him off before he got back to the pines, where I knew that I would definitely lose him. My feet pounded down the trail, my heart raced, my breaths heaved in and out, this was my moment, but by the time I had made it to the pines, he was gone, disappearing like a ghost in the night. I hung my head, then made my way back to camp. When I got back, I finished up my cup of coffee, and noticed that part of the B.O. smell was actually coming from me. I had gone on multi mile hikes every day and forgot that I would probably need to bathe sooner or later. I searched through my bag to find my soap, and towel, then made my way back to the river to take a quick wash. I dipped my toe into the running water and it was freezing. A small shiver ran up my spine, then figured what the hell, can't be too bad. I pulled off my shirt, then dropped my pants and boxers in one pull to my feet then stepped out. My nude body felt cool in the fresh breeze, my nipples grew hard, and my dick retreated to where it was just a nub with a tight bag dangling underneath. I stepped one foot, then the other into the water, thinking about retreating onto the land, then decided against it, I needed the bath. I progressed further until my balls touched the water. My back straightened, and my arms shot to my side at the surprise. "Holy shit" I exclaimed. After a few seconds I started to get used to it, and figured the best thing from here was to just go under and deal with the cold. I dropped into the water so that it was over my head, then emerged with a vigorous shiver through out my body. The cold subsided though, and I was able to wash myself. I scrubbed my hair, then went down for one final dunk to rinse. When I emerged, I wiped my eyes of the water, and what I saw startled me. On the bank opposite of the one I came in, he was standing there. Big foot was standing, facing me, watching me bathe. I locked eyes with him briefly, then noticed that he had his enormous cock in his hand, and slowly pumping it. I quickly covered myself while he turned, and darted for the forest. I splashed my way to the bank where my clothes were piled, then quickly dressed myself. I ran up the rest of the bank, my heart pounding, then quickly made my way back to the safety of my camp. Once back at camp, my mind began to race. I had just seen big foot for the fourth time in my life, but this time he was masturbating to me bathing. The sight threw me for such a loop, and I did not know what to think. I paced around the camp, trying to think about what I should do next. Should I leave? Should I stay? Should I go after him again, in hopes of getting a picture? I had probably spooked him so the chances of me getting back there to take a picture was probably not going to happen. I decided that I would just stay at camp for now, and let the excitement die down. Night time fell, and after I finished eating dinner I climbed back into my tent and zipped it up for the night. "Ug ug ughhh" I was startled from my sleep from three loud grunts and before I could react I was ripped from my sleeping bag, and brought out to the dim smoldering fire. The tight grip around my ankle would only grew tighter as a struggled against my attacker. Once out in the open whoever had grabbed me rolled my to my back and then I noticed that it was him, it was big foot. Big foot had grabbed me from my sleep. In the moon light I could see small puffs of his breath as he looked down at me. I felt the chill move across my body in the cool night, I was only in my briefs and a tank top. "UG UG!" he grunted more, and that was when I noticed that he had is gigantic cock gripped in his hand and looked to be trying to strangle it. I wasn't sure what he wanted, but it didn't take long for him to show me. He reached down, and grabbed a handful of my hair, then brought me eye level with his hanging meat. He slapped it on my chin, clearly wanting me to take it in my mouth. I struggled against him, knowing that I am not gay, and not wanting to suck some monster's dick. He gripped my hair tighter, making me yelp, and once my mouth opened, that was when he made his move. The head of his cock was the size of a small fist. The tip was barely able to make it into my mouth. He kept forcing it further, but I knew that I would not be able to make it past the ridge of the head. I clamped my lips down, and did as he commanded. The smell coming from his cock was not offensive, but also not a "clean" smell. The musty, sweaty smell was actually starting to turn me on, it was a somewhat manly smell. He continued to try and jam it further into my mouth but he soon figured that it would go no further, but I started to twirl my tongue around the head of his cock, which he responded with not a grunt this time, but a soft deep moan, which I took for pleasure. He seemed to be liking this, and frankly, so did I. The dance of my tongue would glance over his ridge and I would feel his legs buckle slightly at the wave of pleasure, and when I would tickle the tip, and hole of his cock, he would moan even louder. The hole was actually so big that I could almost fit half my tongue into it, this turned me on like nothing else, and every time I would wiggle my tongue further into his piss hole, he would almost collapse. After about five minutes of my tongue dance I started to taste a slightly salty liquid start to pour from his mighty cock, and pool in my mouth. He grabbed my hair, and pulled me from his cock. I gasped for air when I broke my suction from his head. He looked down at me, his chest heaving, I knew that he had other plans in mind because he looked down at me with not anger or force this time, but an almost lust, he wanted more, and I knew what he wanted. I turned around, and got down so that I was on all fours. I pulled my briefs down so that they were at my knees, then spread my ass so that my mighty monster could see his prize. He moaned at the sight of my tight puckered hole. I had not thought about the size difference between him and I, but soon realized that he would not be able to simply take me from behind. He leaned down, and wrapped an arm around my waist, spinning me around so that I was now standing and facing him. He put both hands into my arm pits, then lifted me up so that I was now wrapping my arms around his hairy neck, and shoulders. He slowly started to lower me down so that his massive member was now spreading my cheeks. I had never had anything in my ass before, and I imagined it was just like taking a big shit, but I couldn't have been further from the truth. His tip started to push all along my crack looking for my hole, but it didn't take long until he found it. My ass put up little resistance to my lover's advance. His head spread my hole wide and I responded with a "oh shit". My teeth were almost grinding as the pain of his massive cock slid it's length inside of me. When he was fully inside of me, I could feel his tip pushing out at my belly button. His cock had to be fifteen inches long! I buried my face into his neck as he kindly let me adjust to his size. After about thirty seconds, the pain quickly became pleasure. I pulled my face from his neck, and looked him deeply into his eyes and nodded. He knew what this meant, and started to pull he up his length, then slam me down onto his rod, this time not hurting, but feeling so fucking good as he stuffed my virgin ass full of his massive monster cock. "Oh fuck big foot, keep fucking me." I knew that he couldn't understand me but my moans he sure could. He began to quicken his pace, pulling me up, then slamming back inside of me. I gripped around his shoulders to help him with my weight, but I knew that he was strong. As he was fucking me, he moved his hands down to my cheeks, and spread them even wider, allowing what seemed like another inch of his cock to invade me even deeper. My head swung back and I screamed with this additional length, it was just what I wanted. I could feel his hot breath on my neck start to quicken, and he started to moan deeper, almost sounding like it was coming from his chest. I could feel my ass start to stretch further now, like his cock was growing, thickening. That was when I knew that he would be cumming soon. His pounding pace slowed, and he let out one last deep moan before slamming me down one last time onto his throbbing cock. I suddenly felt a rush of hot liquid fill my insides, rushing to every corner. Cock continued to swell and pulse with every shot of cum spurting from that massive hole. He no doubt was depositing a gallon of spunk inside of me now. I looked down at my own cock and it too was now spurting my own cum into big foot's red fur, matting it into clumps. His spurts lasted for nearly a minute before he pulled me from his massive member, it fell from my ass with a "floop" then I could hear the sounds of cum hitting the grass underneath us. He set me down on the grass, looked at me for one last second, then ran back into the woods, his dangling cock swinging between his legs as he ran. I just looked over in amazement at what had just happened. I reached behind me to feel my ass, and it was covered in slick hot cum, my ass still spread enough to where I could probably fit my whole fist inside of me. My head was spinning all of a sudden, and I knew that I would have to go lay down before I passed out where I stood. I picked up my briefs, and walked back to my tent, cum still dripping down my legs. When I woke up the next morning, big foots cum had now dried my ass to the side of my sleeping bag like glue. I peeled it from me, then unzipped my tent to get some fresh air. When I stepped outside I saw in front of me what looked like a basket full of berries, and other treats that were foraged from the forest. That's when I knew that big foot clearly had a crush on me. Maybe I would not leave tomorrow. Maybe tonight I will just have to find where he is sleeping and return the favor. If you like this story, please check out my Patreon at patreon.com/TedDavidson_Writer and don't forget to check out my book on Amazon called "Snowed In With My Best Friend" by Ted Davidson. It is free to Kindle Unlimited members! Thank you for reading!