Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2006 00:46:20 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Encounter with Bigfoot

			  ENCOUNTER WITH BIGFOOT
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     In the shelter of a clutch of pines, on a mostly-level piece of the
mountainside, in the midst of a snarling snowstorm, Kevin was driving
pitons on his tent as best he could--God, the snow was so Goddamned cold! A
hard wind was driving it at him like knives, his face felt numb and the
heavy down parka he had on felt like a thin shirt for all the protection it
gave him. If he didn't get the fucking tent up and damned fast, he was
going to be here until they found him with the spring thaw...assuming a
pack of hungry wolves didn't get to him first!
     Shit, this was Washington State up in the mountains in November, sure,
but you weren't supposed to have a full fucking blizzard this early! Even
the fucking weather service had called it a fucking light snow! His friends
had backed out on him, but he was going to get up in the mountains, get his
fucking deer, and get the hell back in less'n two days, and then he was
going to fucking show that deer to those fucking cowards the moment he
fucking got back to them and their fucking poker game and fucking beer....
     Ah, there! That fucking well put the last fucking piton into the
fucking ground! All to do now is to fucking tie that fucking line to the
fucking piton, that made all four! Now he was ready to heave the main line!
The wind tried to pull the fucking tent out of his fucking hands, but he
wasn't going to fucking let it, he was going to fucking live through this!
     He got the line tied. Fucking A! Now to get his fucking packs inside
and get that fucking equipment in operation!
     Just getting out of the wind was a blessing. He was fucking freezing,
but now he began to figure he was going to live through it. Damned good
thing he hadn't been so far from his packs when the snow started and he had
headed right back. If he'd tried to wait a while longer for a deer and the
blizzard had caught him out with only his rifle and his hunting clothes to
help him. Now with his packs inside with him in the tent, he had a portable
heater, a lantern, a bedroll, and a chance to ride out this blizzard. The
heater's battery was rated for only eight hours, then he needed to plug it
into the pickup's cigarette lighter to recharge for eight more. But the
blizzard shouldn't run that long, it was only late November, this blizzard
wasn't even supposed to happen. He only had to last out the night and he
could get through this.
     The heater did all the manufacturer promised it would. He began to
think past the next moments, he had some field rations in his pack, he
could heat them over the portable heater and maybe after he thawed out
some, he could get out and put some branches over the tent to help keep the
snow from crushing the tent, or form a windscreen. That one side was
rippling, not alarmingly so, but enough to be worrisome. It was the back of
the tent, he had at least managed to put the front of the tent away from
the wind, a good thing for the tent's main flaw for winter weather was that
the front was just a sort of flap-like thing that hung down; any wind
hitting it would have made it flap back and forth like a mad thing. He
hadn't noticed that when ordering it, but instead of taking it back, had
decided to try it out first. Hell of a time to try something out, but so
far, no problem. Long as the wolves didn't decide to drop by! Maybe he
could put something in front of it if it did, the wooden bar at the bottom
that held it in place was on the inside.
     God, that wind outside was getting worse. Wish he'd thought to put a
radio in the pack, though reception out here could be awful. He had the one
in the pickup, but that was three miles down the mountainside, no chance to
listen to it outside.
     Well, best to go ahead and get into the bedroll. He wasn't going
anywhere with all that snow and wind blowing outside. God, the wind sounded
like some kind of wounded animal! A howl not like a dog or a wolf. Maybe a
cow or a bull. A long, low, mournful sound.
     Whatever it was, it was getting closer. His rifle, where the fuck was
his rifle? He had it with him when he got to the site, he had put it
against a tree to get the tent set up...and left it there! Fuck! He'd been
in such a hurry to get inside and get warm, he'd forgotten his rifle
outside!
     The flap of the tent moved. Shit! Kevin backed away. He had to be
ready to fight whatever the hell came through that flap!
     The flap lifted up. A hand. A big, black, hairy hand! Then a head, my
God, was that a gorilla? What the fuck? He backed away until he was in the
furthest corner of the tent, his back on the tent, his butt on the
canvass-covered floor, his booted feet splayed out on both heels before
him. That was his frozen-in-place pose as the rest of the creature came in
the door.
     That was no gorilla! That was...what was it? The being got the entire
way in and perched itself in the corner opposite Kevin. The
proportions. They were wrong. The arms and legs were...they were
human-sized.
     Was this some guy in a costume? Those eyes...God, those eyes were
human! He started to speak and when he opened his mouth, the creature
did. That was no costume! There came out that long, mournful wail again!
     Kevin sat across from the creature for some time. The snow which had
festooned the creature's fur in a delicate white lace of crystals
dissolved, leaving his fur an interrupted black color. Those eyes were a
deep, deep brown, the face was as flat as Kevin's own, and there was the
feeling he was looking at a very, very hairy person. Slowly, Kevin's
courage returned to him, as he began to realize this thing wasn't out to
attack him. It was just...just sitting there.
     After about five minutes, Kevin cleared his throat (quietly) and said,
"Uh, hello?"
     "Mmrrr-ruuhh?" came the being's answer.
     "Why are you here?" Kevin said. "God, why aren't you doing something?"
All this in a soft voice. He was afraid of the answer! "You're a...a
Sasquatch, aren't you? A Bigfoot? God, you've been hiding from men for
centuries or so, I guess. So why are you here? And just sitting there?"
     The creature's eyes shifted from me to the heater.
     "Yeah, it's warm in here, isn't it?" Kevin said. "Guess you got caught
out in the storm, too, huh?"
     His dinner was on the heater. The smell of the creature was strong,
raunchy, animal musk, but on top of that was...my food!
     "Well, I guess you and I can eat something. Are you hungry?" Kevin
slowly reached over and took the ration off the top of the heater. It was a
surplus Army ration, this one was beef stew and had a biscuit with
it. Kevin peeled out the biscuit from its part of the tray and held it out
the creature. The creature seemed to understand, took it, sniffed, it and
then ate it. Kevin ate the half-cup of beef stew himself, using the small
spoon that came with it. The creature finished well before him. And then
the mouth moved in what was unmistakably a smile.
     The storm was still raging. "I guess you and I are stuck here for the
night." Kevin said. "Well, then, I guess you and I can share this place."
He shivered, the heater was doing an honest job, but the blizzard and the
air coming in around the flap that had let the Sasquatch enter, they
combined to make the temperature lower than was really comfortable.
     "I'm going to trust you, big fellow." Kevin said after a time, taking
off his shoes. The Sasquatch watched this removal of a part of his body
with interest and outright curiosity. "I'm going to sleep. I figure if you
were going to hurt me, you'd have done it by now. You just sleep over there
if you want to, until this storm is over. Ought to be done by morning. At
least I hope so." He got into his bedroll. Thought about turning the
lantern off, but that was trusting this Bigfoot a bit too far! He wasn't so
sure he'd sleep, he was exhausted but sleep itself didn't seem at all
close. The bedroll was more for warmth than for slumber...he was asleep
before he had taken a score of breaths as the warmth stole into his body
and overcame his brain. He didn't fear the Sasquatch any longer. Just a
fellow traveler seeking shelter from the storm.
     He didn't know how long he was asleep. When he woke up, he looked
about his tent and didn't see the Bigfoot any longer. Did it go away?
     "Mmmmurrrmmmm." came a soft sighing sort of sound from behind him. The
creature had snuggled in against him during the night! It was asleep next
to him just like a lover, spooning him from behind! Jesus, what was he
going to do now? The big hairy arm was around his body, as was a leg over
his own legs lower down. Well, trying to get up might not be so wise. This
thing might not remember his kindness of the night before. Would it wake up
and immediately try to kill him?
     Jeez, the breath on this Bigfoot! Yech, he'd endured morning breath
before, but nothing like this! The huge breaths were bathing him in rich,
rather foul odor. What the fuck had this thing eaten yesterday besides the
biscuit?
     He shifted, trying to get his face away from the Sasquatch's, and
found his buttocks shoved up against a very familiar feeling bulge of warm
flesh. This sleeping Bigfoot had a woody! Aw fuck, Kevin thought to
himself. What the hell do I do now?
     Have to get up, have to get out of this bedroll. Maybe if he sort of
squirmed his way out of that grip, he could then slide up and out of that
overtopping leg. He began to move...and the Sasquatch awakened.
     Kevin's only alert to this was that the grip on him tightened, and
then the squirming of the hairy beast behind him. Shit, this Sasquatch was
getting a real hard-on!
     That thick shaft, equally more than the equal of a human cock, was now
pressing into the juncture of Kevin's legs. The Bigfoot was fucking him
like that! God, what the hell was he gonna do now?
     The Sasquatch's hand slid down to Kevin's crotch and fumbled at his
clothed cock. He had on a pair of thick pants, a layer of thermal underwear
and a set of regular briefs, but even so, the creature's strong hands found
his cock among all that and was giving him some definite strokes of
interest.
     "I guess you aren't familiar with clothing, are you?" Kevin breathed
huskily. "Shit, big fellow, I can either lie here and let you get your
jollies and squirt your juice over my pants, or I can help you out with
this." He felt the fingers now try to pry his fly apart, being zipped, the
attempt was useless. "I may the one who's crazy here, but I'm damned if I'm
going to lie here and just be leg-fucked by you. If you just let me do it,
you and I can have some real fun!"
     He reached for his belt and undid it and got himself unzipped,
although the Sasquatch's hand hindered this. After he was undone, he found
the same hand realizing his purpose, and that strong massive paw with
fingers (a true hand! Not the mockery of a hand the chimpanzee or gorilla
have, but a true opposable thumb!) began to work his trousers down. The
thermal underwear's bottom half and briefs were caught in that huge thumb
and Kevin found himself quickly skinned out of the bottom half of his
clothing. He was left with his body bare from waist to ankles, where his
socks still valiantly held sway, twin satrapies of his clothes, and about
as powerful overall. Now that Bigfoot's huge member began to close in on
the nexus of his legs and pelvis, and he knew where that humongous tool was
aiming now. He feared the lack of any lubrication, but found this dong was
slick beyond any comprehension. Perhaps this cock was like a dog's,
retractile into the body until it was time to be used, then it slid out,
all slippery and coated with fluid, ready to be inserted. God knows it
didn't have any trouble with lubrication in getting into his butthole.
     But the size, oh, God, the size! He felt his butt being stretched
further than any had ever done it before! "Oh, God, big guy, easy there,
easy!" Kevin moaned. "Jesus Christ, what the hell have I done? I can't take
this fucker, it's too big, too big, oh, God!"
     "Ahh-rrrhhh-mmm?" came the interrogative sound.
     "I said you're too big! Easy, fellow, easy!" Kevin groaned.
     And the Bigfoot did! Whether he felt the resistance of Kevin's ass to
his invading prong, or whether he understood Kevin's discomfort, he did
hold off, and leave his dong only partially inserted while Kevin's body
writhed and adapted and...accommodated. When at last it was done, Kevin
signaled so by pushing himself backwards against the huge pud.
     The murmuring growl that slid from the Sasquatch's lips was definitely
one of appreciation.
     "Yeah, you can do it now." Kevin said. "Let me feel that huge Bigfoot
dong inside me now. I thought you were going to split me wide open, but
maybe you aren't the monster down there I thought you were. Now if you can
just keep from riding me too rough, we might just both enjoy what's about
to happen here."
     The Bigfoot's thrusts were appropriately gentle. Kevin closed his eyes
and sighed, oh, God, that was good, so Goddamned good, aw fuck, he thought,
I'm getting fucked by a fucking Sasquatch and my fucking friends are never
going to fucking believe it! Your secret is going to be safe with me, big
fellow, because there's no way I'm going to help prove your existence by
letting them swab your jizz out of my butt. God, fellow, pump it in there,
I want to squelch in Bigfoot jizz as I walk off this mountain in the
morning! I can't bring home a deer, I'll settle for some hot Sasquatch jizz
in my butt.
     Now the thrusts were rougher, this huge creature was getting into his
fuck. But hell, so was Kevin! "Ah, ah, ah, yeah!" He grunted, not
whispering or talking low for the first time since he saw a hairy black arm
reach into his tent! "God, yeah, come on, you big bastard, fuck my ass,
fuck it good, ah, fuck yeah, shit, I can't fucking believe it, shit, being
fucked by Bigfoot, come on you huge bastard, give it to me!"
     The creature's answer was in low, rumbling sounds, they slowly
dopplered up to a set of grunts that any male lover fucking your ass might
have made. A guttural sound underlay them, that was the only non-human
element.
     "Ah, God, now, ah, God, now!" Kevin groaned. His cock was throbbing,
it wanted to shoot. He grabbed hold and began to pump his prong, God, he
had to get off, he had to get off now, God, now, yeah, now! "Oh, God, I'm
going to shoot it, God, yeah, fuck, yeah, fuck me, Bigfoot, fuck me hard,
come on, fuck me and shoot in me, I want that hot spunk in me, God, yeah, I
gotta come now, yeah, now, ah, ah, GUH, AH, GUH, AH, AH, AH,
HAUHGGHH-UHH-HUNNN-KUHHHHHH!"
     "Ahr-ahr-ahr-ahrr, ruh-runnnnnhhhh!" came the grumbling rumble behind
him and as Kevin spurted his jizz onto his leg and the bedroll, he felt it,
the hot wet splashes of hot Sasquatch spunk as it flooded into his
bowels. God, how much jizz did a Bigfoot shoot, anyhow? Jesus, he felt it
surging inside him like a stream more than a mere deposit of sperm packets
like most human lovers. He felt that hard cock surge inside him and felt it
getting even bigger inside of him! Shit, how much bigger would it get?
     He finished his own climax, and when the Sasquatch also subsided, he
felt the satisfying slosh inside him when he moved. All he did, though was
turn to lie facing the Bigfoot and look directly and kindly into those huge
brown eyes. Snuggling into that rather smelly dark fur didn't seem so bad
just now. Nice and warm, at least. The little heater was still battling
valiantly on, but it wasn't quite enough. The Sasquatch was the one who
pulled the bedroll top over Kevin's body and he ended up well and warm
indeed.
     The morning came as it would, and Kevin awoke to find himself alone in
the bedroll, and alone in the tent. The heater was out, but the blizzard
was over. Still cold as hell, Kevin pulled on his lower clothing again
quick as he could and his boots as well, and decided to see what the
outside looked like.
     The snow, for all its fury and fearfulness, had ended up being only an
inch or so in depth. The scene was one of quiet serenity and mountain
splendor in pine-tree green and snow white.
     The Sasquatch was there, in the middle distance, a small black
triangle. Kevin saw him, and gave him a wave. The Sasquatch gave an
unmistakably friendly nod, and turned away and vanished into the forest.
     For himself, Kevin packed his stuff and got out of there. He would
tell his friends a harrowing experience of survival. It wouldn't be the
truth...but at least, they'd believe it!

				  THE END
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