Date: Sun, 03 Sep 2000 03:02:40 GMT
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: Big Foot Meets the Brewsters" (t/b/sasquatch, incest)
Caution/Welcome. This is a story involving four brothers, two preteens and
two fourteen-year- olds, and their adventure while on summer vacation in
the Pacific northwest, which of course involves some hot sex with those
they encounter. This story is posted at free gay adult story sites for
adult entertainment only. Permission is not given to copy electronically
nor in any other form for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites
other than those described here. This is the seventeenth of the Brewster
Boys special events and myths series. Those who think boys as sexual
aggressors is a myth, or who think that Big Foot is not a myth, may want to
skip this story. All others, with a special invite to members of the Makah
Nation, other West Coast Native Americans or Canadians, and Sasquatch, are
welcome to send the author, J.O. Dickingson, wondrous praise and story
suggestions at authorsix@hotmail.com unless you think he is a myth also.
One thing for certain, make no mythtake, always use a condom when fucking
around with strangers, even Sasquatch.
Big Foot Meets the Brewsters
'Go Fuck Beach Campground?' Bobby mouthed silently to his three
brothers in the back seat of the family station wagon, the ten-year-old's
big hazel eyes wide with wonder.
"What campground are we supposed to be watching for again, Dad?" asked
fourteen- year-old Brett as he brushed his long blond hair out of his blue
eyes.
"Hobuck Beach Campground," replied his father.
"Oh, Ho Buck," said Bobby.
"That's a strange name for a campground," observed the boys' mother,
Brenda.
"They have a lot of strange names around here," remarked her
twelve-year-old son Benny as he watched out the window. The four boys
immediately thought of the Strait of Juan de Fuca and the fun they'd had
with that place name the weeks leading up to their summer vacation in the
Olympic Peninsula in the state of Washington.
"Maybe it's a Native American name."
"I can't wait to go to their celebrations," said Brent, who was
particularly fond of history.
"Yeah," agreed Benny. "What were they called again?"
"Makah Days."
"Oh yeah."
"Hey, fuc- fuc- f'crying out loud, there it is," called out Bobby.
"Awesome!"
"We're right on the fu- fu- fun-filled shore!" stuttered Bobby
excitedly. His brothers were certain that one of these times he was going
to blurt out the four-letter word.
"Totally wicked!"
"Can we go down on the beach?"
"Boys, we're not even in the campground yet."
"Well, after, when we are?"
"Please?"
"Of course."
"Cool."
"Fu- fu- for goodness sake yeah!"
After registering and finding their campsite and getting the two tents
set up, one for the boys and one for their parents, the entire family
headed off for the beach, the four boys bringing along their Supersoaker
water guns. It was a sunny afternoon with the temperature just above
sixty-five and the humidity at seventy-eight percent. After a quick dip in
the ice-cold Pacific, just because they were boys, the four brothers
wandered the sandy beach looking for some fun. Brett and Brent in their
dark black speedos with woven tape racing stripes down the outside of the
left side leg and single cargo pocket, were an attractive pair of boys,
standing at five-foot-two and weighing a hundred and seven pounds, their
boyish muscles still rounded and smooth but beginning to take on the
sharper definition of young teens. Their long, blond hair, curled down
past their shoulders to just beyond their pert little nipples, bounced as
they walked, and their turquoise eyes matched the blue of the Pacific
Ocean.
Benny, in his royal blue nylon swim trunks with two large red cargo
pockets, and Bobby in his nylon rainbow coloured print briefs, were
attractive in a different way with their dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and
high cheek bones. Standing at four foot ten and weighing ninety-two
pounds, Benny had highlighted his thick hair with blond lights whereas
Bobby, at four-foot-five and seventy-one pounds, had chosen to let his hair
grow out for the summer and had recently had it styled and spiked for the
return to school.
Their tight, wet suits clung to their bodies, showing off their
compact butts and clearly revealing the crotch bulges that were a Brewster
attribute, which did not go unnoticed as the four boys walked down the
beach. Having worn either their suits or just their shorts for most of the
summer, all four boys had developed smooth, golden tans with the help of
sunblock.
Spotting a handsome-looking boy standing on the shoreline who looked
to be around the twins' age, the boys headed over to make acquaintances.
He was the same height as the twins but ten pounds slimmer. He was wearing
white thong style swim trunks which contrasted with his reddish-brown skin
and revealed a good proportion of his cheeks besides a prominent bulge in
front. His hair was as long as the twins' was, thick, straight and glossy
black with strands of dark brown. He had high cheek bones like the twins,
half a dozen short and very fine wisps of hair on his upper lip just above
the corners of his mouth, and deep brown almond-shaped eyes with just a
hint of epicanthic fold. Trying to keep their eyes away from his obvious
attributes, the Brewster boys introduced themselves.
"Eddie," he replied in return, extending his hand. "Eddie Masocol."
"So I guess you came here for the Makah Days celebrations, huh?" asked
Brent.
"Actually, I live here," Eddie said with a smile, revealing a row of
perfect, white teeth and causing Benny to pop a boner which he quickly
tried to hide by crossing his hands in front of his crotch.
"Yeah? Way cool. So you are, a, well, a Makah."
"Yes," he replied. "I'm working this summer at the Hobuck Beach
Campground with my uncle. I'm on my break right now."
"Great. We're staying there!"
"I live at Neah Bay, only two miles up Arrowhead Road from here."
"Cool."
The five boys stood there awkwardly, not knowing what more to say but
wanting to get to know each other.
"So, are you here for Makah Days?"
"Sure are," the four boys replied eagerly.
"Dad read up about them and told us," added Brett. "They sound
fantastic."
"They are. Traditionally this is the time of year when our ancestors
celebrated the end of a season of hard work and fishing. Originally
members of the five villages where the Makah lived gathered and danced way
into the night, stopping only for feasting. The name Makah was given to us
by our neighbouring tribes and means generous with food," the teenager
explained with a hint of pride.
"That's a great name," the twins said together, both thinking the same
thing. Lately it seemed like they could never get enough to eat.
"We call ourselves Kwih-dich-chuh-ahtx, which means people who live by
the rocks and seagulls. The celebration of our people was forbidden for a
while, but we started again with Makah Day on August 26, 1913. Now instead
of one day we celebrate for three, and we have people from tribes all over
America coming here. I think it's specially cool when white people come
all the way out here to learn of our ways," he said with a smile.
Deciding that the opportunities outweighed the negatives, Benny tried
to casually uncross his hands and move them to his sides so Eddie could see
his condition. The movement felt totally awkward, and to his
disappointment, went by unnoticed.
"Actually," said Bobby, the youngest but least reserved of the boys,
"I was expecting you to have a different name."
"Perhaps something like Red Cloud, or Runs With Wolves?" Eddie asked
with a twinkle in his brown eyes. "Actually, my grandmother calls me,
Nawamuks, which means sea otter. So do some of my closest friends because,
well, they say I swim like one."
"Cool."
"If you like, I can show you around Neah Bay when you come see the
events. It is not a big place."
"Yeah!"
"That would be wicked."
Their conversation was interrupted by the blare of music from a CD
player. A darkly tanned, muscular boy of about eighteen had come down to
the beach and had stopped to talk to some girls tanning themselves nearby.
Actually, he had stopped to strut his stuff. The boys could not make out
what exactly he was saying over the volume of the CD player, but from the
way he was puffing out his chest, trying to appear natural as he flexed his
muscles, and running his fingers through his sun-bleached blond hair, it
was pretty evident he was trying to impress the girls. The boys watched
for a few moments, and then Brent began to mimic him behind his back, much
to the amusement of his brothers and Eddie, and a couple of the girls who
noticed.
Realizing something was going on, the boy suddenly spun around. "What
are you little squirts doing?" he asked, wrinkling up his nose and
scrunching up his eyes.
"Who? Us?" asked Brent, affecting the same facial expression, which
caused Benny to snort so loudly he blew a snot bubble, much to Bobby's
delight.
"We ain't doing nothing," replied Brett.
"Yeah. Nothing at all," Benny said in support.
"Technically though, Brent is a big squirt,"advised Bobby.
"So's Brett," observed Benny.
"Benny's a six squirter," Brent said with a twinkle in his turquoise
eyes.
"And Bobby don't squirt at all," informed Brett.
The five boys laughed and high-fived. The girls clearly had no idea
what they were referring to, but from the look in the boy's eyes he
evidently did.
"Kids," the teenager said, rolling his eyes and shaking his head as he
turned back to face the girls.
Mouthing the word "kids", Brent copied the gesture, causing the girls
to giggle. As the eighteen-year-old turned, this time with a look between
annoyance and anger, the five boys giggled and with a nod from Brett headed
up the beach. They swam out to a float near the shore and talked a while,
and then swam back and strolled back down the beach. They found out Eddie
was going to be fifteen next month, and was entering grade ten. They
talked about school and teachers and which subjects they liked and
disliked. Eddie talked about his summer job at the campground with his
uncle, and the boys talked about going to summer camp earlier in the month,
leaving out the sexual high jinks since they didn't really know Eddie well
enough yet, and purposefully not mentioning Big Al the genie, because Eddie
wouldn't believe them. They spotted the teenager they had annoyed earlier
laying on the sand tanning himself and listening to his CD player. The
girls were nowhere in sight.
"Hi," Bobby greeted as they walked over to him with every intention of
trying to annoy him even further. They just could not resist it there were
some guys that were just made to be teased.
"You little squirts again?"
"Told ya, Brent and Brett are big squirts," said Bobby.
"And that Bobby can't squirt yet," added Brett.
"Benny couldn't, but he can now," supplied Brent.
"Oh yeah," Benny said with a big grin as he jerked his hips
enthusiastically.
"You boys are much too young to be talking like that."
"We're not that young," Bobby protested.
"Com'on, you're still wet behind the ears. And there isn't one of you
that can possibly have anything between your legs worth noticing yet."
"Bet we do."
"Humph," he snorted. "You might think so."
"Bet you got a big one."
"You're right there," the boy said smugly.
"Wanna compare?"
"Huh! I'm a little too old to be doing that anymore," he observed.
"Don't you five have something to do or some place to go?"
Brett pointed to the sand and gave a couple hand signals and the boys
dropped down beside the eighteen-year-old and began to dig. Eddie watched
for a moment and then quickly followed their example. The
eighteen-year-old was about to get up and move elsewhere, but then decided
he had been there first. A bunch of punk kids were not going to make him
move, which was obviously their intention playing in the sand so close to
him. Well, he was smarter than five geeky kids. If he ignored them,
they'd give up and leave soon enough.
Half an hour later the five had dug a long, deep trench beside the
older teenager which he could not help noticing although he pretended to be
ignoring the little punks. Turning his back to the boy, Brett counted on
his three fingers, nodded toward the supposedly sleeping teenager, and made
a pouncing motion. His brothers and Eddie all nodded they understood.
Brett turned to face the boy.
"One, two, three!" he shouted and the five of them pounced.
"Hey! Stop! Hey, boys!" he called out as four pairs of hands began
to tug down his swim trunks.
"He's got lots of hairs."
"Hey, it is pretty big," admitted Brent as the boy's member came into
view.
"Boys! Dammit!" he cursed as he struggled to reach his trunks now at
mid thigh.
"Wonder how big it is when it's hard," Benny mused, having an erection
himself.
"Hey, here come some girls."
"Quick."
It was simple to slide the boy into the trench beside him, which had
been the intention of the boys all along. The appearance of the girls just
gave them motive and added to the confusion they needed to stop their
victim from pulling up his trunks. They quickly began pushing the sand
back in, beginning of course with his lap and thighs.
"Well, Kevin, I see your little friends are back," one of the girls
observed.
"Yeah he's a great sport," Brett observed, fortunately for the girls
speaking before Bobby, who was about to make a comment about 'little
friends' in his usual blunt way.
"I like a man who enjoys kids," one of the girls observed with a
coquettish smile.
"Shows sensitivity," agreed a friend.
"Oh yeah, Kevin's real sensitive," said Bobby, padding down the sand
directly above the most sensitive part of the boy's body.
"A real caring guy," agreed Brent.
"He's just like a big brother," observed Eddie, quickly catching on to
the boys' strategy.
"Sure, I love kids," Kevin quickly responded, recognizing the
opportunity. "Back home I coach little league. I wasn't going to but all
the kids on the block approached me and asked if I would, and well, how
could I turn them down? And I volunteer at the daycare on the weekends.
I'm thinking of maybe becoming an elementary school teacher. It's good for
boys that age to have a male role model." Of course little of it was true,
but there was no way the girls were ever going to know.
Brett glanced at his brothers and Eddie and made a shovelling motion
and the boys giggled.. "Yeah, shovel more on," Kevin invited,
misinterpreting the gesture and causing the five boys to collapse on the
sand giggling hysterically.
"Will you be going to the dance at Neah Bay tomorrow night?" one of
the girls asked.
"Yeah, sure."
"So are we," the girls responded.
"Then I'll be there for sure," Kevin responded and the girls smiled.
"We'll catch you there then," one of them said invitingly.
"Thanks guys, I think you just helped me score some points," the
teenager observed as the girls continued down the beach.
"Hey, anytime. Can you move your legs?" Benny asked.
"Hmmm, no. You boys did quite a job. I can't move a muscle."
"Really?"
"Yeah," he said, trying to get up.
"Wicked!" Brett said as he began to dig and the others quickly joined
in.
Kevin figured at first that they were digging him back out, but soon
realized they were digging a hole, and that the hole was directly above his
groin. Wetting down the sand with their Supersoakers and packing it so it
would not fall back into the hole they were digging, the boys dug with
growing excitement.
"I think we're there," Brent said as his fingers touched something
that was not sand.
"Definitely are," said Bobby, giving the limp organ a grope as he
removed a handful of sand.
"Hey, boys!"
"Hey, Kevin!" responded Benny as he scraped away the sand around the
boy's balls.
"Boys, what do you think you're doing!"
"Just brushing the sand off your little dickey, that's all," observed
Benny.
"Except his dickey ain't so fucking little anymore," Bobby observed as
he felt the fleshy tube growing in his hand.
"Boys," Kevin protested, unable to move anything other than his head,
and of course his dick which was rapidly growing what with the fondling of
the five sets of fingers and the idea of being trapped there with his
privates exposed to the five boys. Being young and healthy, it did not
take long for the transformation.
"It is big," observed Brent, looking into the hole at the boy's
erection. The head was nearly up to the top of the hole.
"I wonder how long it is," mused Eddie.
"Eight inches," Kevin responded. "Now you've seen it. Get me
uncovered."
"Hey, those girls are just down by the shore," observed Bobby. "We
should let them take a look. Bet they'd really be impressed."
"Oh yeah," the other four boys agreed.
"Hey! Hey girls," called Benny.
"Boys! No! Shush!" Kevin responded in a panic.
"Aw, com'on, don't be modest. Bet they'll really want to have a dance
with you tomorrow once they see how well you're hung," Eddie observed with
a leer.
"A real special dance," said Benny, his hazel eyes narrowing as he
grinned at the trapped teenager.
"Hey, girls, come and see!" hollered Bobby at the top of his lungs.
"Boys, you can't."
"Sure we can."
"They're coming," Brett announced.
As the girls, attracted by their calls, headed over to them, Brett
grabbed the boy's Nike cap and placed it over the hole.
"He can't move," Bobby announced.
"Nice job," observed one of the girls.
"Maybe you should just leave him there like that."
"Oh yeah, great idea," Benny said, glancing at the others and they all
giggled.
"Maybe you'll look after him while we go get some ice cream."
"Oh, I imagine we can do that," the one who'd asked about the dance
said, quickly sitting down beside the hapless boy.
"Cool. Let's go guys."
"Ah, boys . . . ah, maybe you should dig me out first, all right?"
"When we get back," Brett promised as the five headed up the beach.
"Ah . . . well . . . hurry back, fast."
"You really do like kids, don't you?" the girl said.
"Oh yeah, I really do."
"Hey, be sure his hat doesn't blow away," called out Bobby.
"Oh, the sun must be bright. Let me put it on your head."
"No! Ah, no, that's okay. Really, I, ah, like to feel the sun on my
head."
"So, tell us about what you do at the daycare."
The five boys could not hold back their laughter as they headed over
to the brothers' parents to get some money for ice cream. They dawdled on
purpose, returning a good forty-five minutes later.
"Okay, you guys have had your fun. Now get me out of here," Kevin
said, relieved they were back but not pleased with their prank as the girls
headed to the parking lot.
"Aw, not already," said Brent as he removed the cap. "Hey, he's still
fucking hard."
"And fuckin' leaking," said Bobby, reaching in and flicking up a
droplet of pre-cum for them all to see.
"Chatting with the girls get you horny, Kevin?" snickered Brett.
"Or was it chatting with your boner sticking up in the hole we made?"
"Bet he was thinking about it sticking up one of their holes,"
observed Benny and the five giggled. "You like fucking girls?" he asked as
he reached in and began to stroke the eighteen- year-old's stiff dick.
"You better stop that," he cautioned, "or something's going to
happen."
"Oh, I don't think so," Benny replied, expertly squeezing his cock
below the knob to quell his desire. "So, do you like girls?" he asked, as
he continued to stroke.
"Oh dammit," he cursed as he strained to get loose.
"How about boys? You like boys, Kevin?"
"You're a little pervert," he snarled.
"Oh yeah," Benny said with a grin as he beamed at his brothers and
Eddie.
Bringing him to his peak, Benny stopped the boy again, and then let
his kid brother take over. Bobby stroked the boy's cock with just as much
expertise, squeezing and fingering his own little cocklet through his swim
briefs at the same time. It was awesome wrapping his fingers about a
thick, eight-inch bone like Kevin's, and he could not wait until his got
that big, which, being a Brewster, he was certain was going to happen. He
also couldn't wait until he could cum, but Benny hadn't shot his first load
until he was twelve and seven months, and Bobby was five weeks away from
his eleventh birthday. It could be a whole year and a half yet! As he
felt Kevin's cock begin to throb faster, he quickly pinched the edge of his
glans, quickly ending Kevin's urge while he on the other hand fiddled with
himself rapidly until the first quivers of orgasm rippled up his stiff
cocklet. At least there was one advantage of having dry orgasms.
Brett was next, working the captive boy's cock back up to another
peak, easing his fist up and down slowly so that the boy's body oozed out a
generous flow of pre-cum, but being careful not to bring the boy over the
peak. The inside of his own dark black speedos were sticky with his own
pre-cum, but at least the spot did not show like Benny's did in his royal
blue swim trunks. Brent took the next turn, and like his twin brother, his
stiff cock was bulging out his speedos and dripping pre-cum before he even
wrapped his fingers about the eighteen-year-old's cock. He looked straight
into Kevin's eyes as he pumped his cock, and he knew how badly the boy
wanted to cum, and yet how badly he didn't want to shoot off a load under
those conditions. He could also tell from the look in his eyes when he was
about to shoot, and like his brothers, he stopped before the teenager
could.
To the boys' delight, Eddie took his turn, and they all felt their
cocks throb faster as they watched their new friend grasp the teenager's
towering cock and begin pumping it. They each wondered if Eddie jacked off
and how often and just when they were going to have a chance to play with
his cock also. He looked so hot squatting there on the sand in his white
thong, his dark brown almond-shaped eyes concentrating on the cock in his
hand, and his sexy lips with the wisps of fine moustache curling at the
corners. As Kevin began to gasp and his face muscles tensed, they warned
Eddie he had better stop.
Telling Kevin they were going to go to the ocean to cool off, and
joking that it was too bad he couldn't join them because he was the one who
really needed to cool off, they headed out to the water. After splashing
about for half an hour, they returned and teased their victim, telling him
they had found a crab and threatening to put it in the hole too.
"So, should we all take turns at his dick again?" asked Benny.
"Boys, no more," Kevin responded, not quite begging. "I can't take
another session like that. Just dig me out, please."
"How much it worth to you?" asked Brett.
"Anything. Just tell me how much money you want."
Brett looked at the others. "Naw, we don't want money," he said. "We
can always get money from our parents."
"What then?"
The boys huddled for a conference and quickly came to a conclusion.
As they gathered around the boy's exposed head, Bobby quickly pushed down
his print swim suit, and stepping out of them, straddled the teenager's
chest. "Blow me," he said with a grin, wagging his limp little wiener in
front of the helpless boy.
"You gotta be kidding!"
"Uh-unh."
"No way."
"Then we'll jack you off and take your hat and leave you here for
everyone to see," said Brett.
"No way."
"Wanna bet?"
He knew from the look in the boy's eyes and that of the others that
they were sincere, and crazy enough to do it. "Anything else, anything,
but not . . . not that," he said staring at Bobby's slowly swelling dick
"Suck each of us, or get left in the sand with your dick sticking out
and dripping with your cum, that's the only choices."
"Not here. Not out in the open like this," he said, stalling for
time.
"Don't worry. Nobody can see with us all crowded around your head."
"Now open wide," Bobby said with a grin, sliding forward and brushing
the tip of his now stiff cock against the boy's lips.
Having no choice, Kevin reluctantly parted his lips and Bobby
instantly slipped his dick between them and began to fuck his face.
Happily rocking to and fro on the sand above the boy's chest to work his
little pricklet in and out of the boy's puckered lips, Bobby told him to
suck while he fucked. The boy did, not because he wanted to, but because
he wanted to get this over as fast as he could. Not only was it
disgusting, but he was afraid someone would catch them.
As he sucked on the smooth, three-and-a-quarter inch dick and stared
at the hairless pubes of the youngster fucking his face, he could not
believe it. He had come down to the beach hoping to connect with a chick,
and there he was buried to his neck in sand, his cock stiff and aching to
get off for the past two hours and easily exposed by simply raising his
cap, with a ten-year-old happily humping his face. What they were doing
was perverted, and illegal, which he really didn't mind, having done his
share of perverted and illegal things as a kid, but being forced to suck a
ten- year-old's cock, now that was different. He was eighteen for
Chrissake! He'd never been so humiliated in his life.
Although only ten, Bobby knew what they were doing was perverted,
illegal, and humiliating for the teenager, and for Bobby, that just made
what they were doing all the better. Knowing most people thought getting
sucked was dirty and that adults didn't want him doing sex at all, combined
with having power over someone who thought he should be bossing you, was
what made having sex fun. The ten-year-old worked his hot, itching little
dick in and out gleefully as the sun shone down brightly on them. Sweat
began to trickle down his smooth chest, still rounded and padded with
boyhood fat, and down the groove in the middle of his back to collect in
the hollow just above his naked butt. His little cocklet throbbed
pleasantly as he worked it in and out of the boy's hot, moist mouth, the
pressure deep in his groin slowly increasing until finally he threw back
his head and groaned in ecstasy as his body shuddered with his dry orgasm.
Benny was next, his cock already hard and dripping with pre-cum.
Slipping off his cargo- pocket style swim trunks, he sat down before the
boy and ran the tip of his erect dick along the boy's lips as his kid
brother had, coating them with his pre-cum. He then raised up and moved
forward so his cock was above the boy's head. Telling him to lick the tip,
he shuddered with pleasure as the boy's tongue teased out more of his
pre-cum. He allowed it to ooze down the teenager's tongue, and then he
slowly lowered himself and eased forward and began fucking the boy's face
as his kid brother had done. The entire afternoon had been highly erotic
and it was not long before he was squirting his load into the boy's mouth,
the first load the boy had ever tasted in his life. The thought of having
a boy's cock in his mouth had been disgusting enough, but has he felt the
hot, slimy juice flood his mouth, and as he swallowed out of instinct, his
skin turned to gooseflesh.
They offered Eddie the opportunity to go next, and the
fourteen-year-old readily accepted. His erection, a fraction shorter than
the twins' and cut, hung up on his thong, much to their amusement, and when
he finally got it loose, like the rest of them, the knob was slick with
pre- cum. The brothers were quick to note that his stomach and buttocks
were just as deep a red brown as the rest of his body, which the boy
readily explained was because he took every opportunity he could to stroll
the deserted beaches and secluded paths in the thick rain forest naked.
"You got a nice looking cock," observed Brent, admiring the dark brown
shaft and the slightly darker, purplish-brown knob.
"Thanks," the boy said with a smile.
"You sure got thick and curly hairs," observed Benny.
"Must have rubbed a lot of pre-cum on your pubes," Bobby observed and
the boys giggled.
Sitting down on the sand above their captive's chest, Eddie pushed his
cock down and eased forward, slipping the knob in the boy's waiting mouth.
Warning the eighteen-year-old to take a deep breath, he continued to ease
his cock in until his thick, coarse hairs were tickling the older boy's
lips. He then began to ride back and forth, drawing his cock back until
the knob was between the boy's lips, and then thrusting it all the way back
in until it could not be seen. His long, black hair swayed in the air as
he slowly fucked the boy's face. This obviously was not a new sport for
the Native American boy. Like the Brewster brothers, he was highly
aroused. It was not long before his thin reddish-brown chest was heaving
as he panted with the exertion of fucking the boy's face and the boys knew
he was close to coming. Narrowing his eyes and pressing his tongue against
his upper lip, he groaned with pleasure as he shot his stuff into the boy's
mouth. Flushed red with embarrassment, Kevin was certain he'd never get
the taste of cum out of his mouth.
As Brent pushed down his speedos, Eddie returned the complement about
his dick. Of course not having the same opportunities as the Makah boy,
Brent had a very definite tan line around his waist and around each of his
legs, his limbs and chest an attractive golden-brown and contrasting with
the pink of his compact butt and flat stomach. Throwing back his long,
blond hair as he sat down on the now contoured sand above the
eighteen-year-old boy's chest, he slipped his cock in the waiting mouth and
began to fuck while Bobby reached into the hole and began to fiddle with
the boy's erect cock, being sure of course not to bring him off. As the
boy got more aroused, he sucked harder on Brent's cock, much to the
fourteen-year-old's delight.
It was not long before Brett was taking his turn, and Eddie observed
that the twins truly were identical, right down to their blond bushes and
large sacs. The fourteen-year-old's sac was large, and the boy was primed
after watching the four boys before him reach their orgasms. He went slow
to make the pleasure last, but the thought of adding his load to that of
the three boys before him soon had him shooting his stuff.
Deciding on giving Eddie the honours, the four brothers gathered
around and watched him wank the eighteen-year-old's thick cock. It only
took him a dozen strokes before the flushed, irritated organ blasted out a
load that shot out of the hole and landed on the sand, much to the boys'
amusement. Quickly removing his hand, Eddie watched along with his new
friends as the long, thick pole jerked wildly, shooting out two more ropes
of cum which shot straight up in the air and landed back in his hairs. The
remainder oozed out of his burning peehole and down over the boy's knob and
shaft. Digging just enough sand away from his arms so he could finish
digging himself out, the boys took off for the campsite and their evening
meal, hoping it was hamburgers or hotdogs because they'd worked up a
tremendous appetite.
"Will you be coming to the welcoming of the ocean going canoes
tomorrow?" asked Eddie before they parted company.
"Yeah, I guess. Mom and Dad like to take in everything."
"It is awesome. Long ago people came by foot, horseback or fishing and
whaling canoes. Now they come in the large cedar dugouts, eleven-man war
canoes fifty feet long and two feet wide, which they will also use in one
of the big races on Saturday. The men arrive in their traditional dress,
and from other tribes now along the coast, the Clallams, Hohs, Quileutes,
even the Tlingit from Canada."
"We'll be there for sure."
"Wicked," the boy said with a wide grin, and Benny popped another
boner.
It drizzled that night, and the next morning it was overcast and
sprinkling off and on. The boys and their parents drove over the Neah Bay
to welcome the canoes, which arrived with the men singing traditional
whaling and fishing songs. Eddie, wearing an open jean vest and a faded
pair of jeans with the legs ripped off, a cedar bark cord with a turquoise
clasp around his head to hold back his hair, and a bone necklace, then
accompanied them as they examined the booths at the street fair that
afternoon. There were booths selling native arts and crafts made of cedar,
sea shells, and polished stones, and people selling traditional lidded
baskets, elaborately designed blankets, and finely crafted jewellery
besides traditional native foods and modern treats to snack on. Eddie
discretely steered them away from the cheaper trinkets for tourists and
toward the authentic crafts, much to the delight of the boys' parents.
"At seven tonight there will be a talent show and the crowning of the
2000 Makah Days Royalty at the High School Gym, and at ten there will be a
fireworks show on Front Beach and then a dance."
"I love fireworks," observed Bobby, thinking of their July 4th
celebrations, and one particular celebration with their cousin from
Scotland.
"Yeah, fireworks are cool," Eddie replied.
"So what is wrong?" Brett asked.
"Wrong?"
"For being such a great celebration and everything, you don't look so
happy."
"Oh. I was just thinking of my uncle."
"Something wrong at the campground?"
"No, one of my other uncles. Something has been breaking into his
curing shack and eating his trout."
"Yeah?"
"But whatever it is, it isn't really eating it. Just smashing things
and nibbling on the fish."
"A bear?"
"My father thinks so, but Uncle can find no trace, like droppings and
foot prints."
"Droppings?" asked Bobby.
"Shit," explained Eddie with a smile, causing the ten-year-old to grin
brightly with the information and Benny to pop a boner. "He has tried
trapping it with fresh fish, but he has been unsuccessful. He says no bear
is that smart. And well, he has found some other tracks, or says he has.
When he took us to show us them they were gone."
"Other tracks? What sort of tracks?"
"Uncle says they were the footprints of Sasquatch," Eddie replied
softly, clearly not wanting anyone else to hear.
"Awesome"
"He has even hidden in the forest and watched for it to come to the
curing shack, but Uncle says it can sense he is there and stays away."
"Your uncle must be a brave man."
"He is. And desperate. He depends on the fish to eat and to sell to
others for the winter."
"I'd hide and try to catch a Sasquatch," Bobby announced.
"Then you must be brave too," observed Eddie.
"Naw, Bobby's just stupid," said Brett and they all laughed.
"Up yours."
"Maybe later, after the fireworks."
"You four are a lot of fun."
"Join us after the fireworks and you'll see just how much fun,"
promised Brett, causing Benny's boner to throb hotly and Eddie to feel a
stirring in his jeans.
"I'll do that," the teenager promised as he dropped his hands in front
of his crotch and causing Benny to almost cream his pants.
By seven that night the boys had decided that they wanted to try to
catch the Sasquatch to help Eddie and his Uncle. Besides, they were always
ready for a new adventure. Eddie agreed to take them to his uncle's curing
shack and fishing camp after the fireworks display at ten that evening,
neither he nor the boys being interested in staying for the dance. By
eight a light rain had begun to fall, and the temperature dropped to
fifty-seven degrees, but the boys were undaunted. Eddie's uncle's camp was
about a mile away along the Waatch River, a good hour's walk along an
animal trail through the thick old growth forest and, the brothers
discovered, all uphill. Eddie's uncle was attending the festivities of
course, and the boys had gotten permission from their parents to spend the
night with Eddie, so the night was theirs.
"Fuck, my pants are soaked right through," complained Bobby. The rain
had stopped, for the moment, but the thick forest vegetation was still
dripping with moisture.
"Geez, Bobby, how many times have we told you, you gotta take your
dick out your fly before you take a leak," observed Brent, and the five
boys giggled.
The night was growing colder and they were all drenched, but when you
are young and out in search of Sasquatch, that isn't something you notice.
Tying up their special bait they were sure would attract the Sasquatch near
the curing shack, the boys settled down in the thick willows near the river
and waited, which was not something any of them did well.
"Whoa, what was that?" Bobby asked, jumping nervously and moving in
closer to Benny less than ten minutes into their wait.
"What?" asked Eddie.
"That chik, chik, chikchikchik sound, sort of slow and then run all
together fast."
"Oh, that," said the native boy with a bit of a chuckle. "That's just
a red squirrel sending out a warning."
"A warning?" Bobby asked, his voice rising as he moved still closer to
Benny. "What sort of warning?"
"It could be anything. It could be he is telling other squirrels
'look out, there are humans hiding in the bushes by the river'," Eddie
explained. "Or it could be a warning to us."
"To us?" Bobby asked, now definitely worried.
"He could be saying 'keep your hands off my nuts'."
"Jeez, Bobby, even the squirrels in Washington have heard about you,"
observed the quick thinking Brett.
The boys all giggled, and the more they tried not to laugh the more
they snorted. Once they started, they could not stop.
"Very funny," replied Bobby when they finally regained their
composure, and that set them off again for ten minutes.
Sometime after midnight despite their best efforts to stay awake, the
boys drifted off to sleep. An hour later, Bobby awoke with a start, and
quickly nudged Benny against whom he was snuggled up.
"I'm way tired, Bobby," the twelve-year-old sighed softly. "Let's
wait til mornin'."
"No, not that," whispered his kid brother, nudging him in the ribs.
"Look."
"I know it's getting bigger, all of ours are," his brother responded
in his sleep.
"No, fuckit, look out there," Bobby said as loudly as he dared,
grabbing his brother's face and pulling open his right eye.
"Holy fuck," Benny whispered, quickly nudging Brent snuggled up
against him on the other side.
"Not now, Bobby," Brent sighed. "Go ask Benny."
"I am Benny, wake up," Benny said, pinching his brother's teat, the
fourteen-year-old boy having unbuttoned his rain-soaked shirt.
Fortunately for the boys, whatever it was that was in the bush, it was
captivated by the bait hanging next to the curing shack and did not hear
the stirring and whispering as one by one they woke up. Now, fully awake,
the five boys watched in awe as it stepped out of the bush and into the
clearing. The crescent moon was totally blocked out by the cloudy night
sky, offering no light, but the young boys' eyes were keen. The creature
was walking on two legs, so it was no bear, and it was huge, much huger
than any of the boys had expected. As the creature reached out for the
object, the boys glanced at each other, Brett gave the sign, and undaunted
by the beast's size, the five dashed out of the dense forest growth.
Caught totally by surprise, the huge beast toppled to the ground.
"Oh maaaaan, is it fuckin' big!"
"Its chest is bigger than Cheryl's boobs!"
"Except they're hairy."
"Oh yeah, he's fuckin' hairy all over!"
"Sortta like Dad."
"Holy shit, you should see its feet! They're even bigger than
Brent's!"
"Oh maaaan, are they ever. Hope they don't stink the same," observed
Bobby.
"My feet don't stink," Brent grunted as he tried to hold down the
beast as it began to sit up.
"Oh yeah, well your socks knocked out that werewolf that was chasing
me on Halloween even better than wolfsbane, didn't they?"
"Can you two argue about it later?" asked Brett with a grunt as he
pushed against the beast. "Whatever we caught, it's trying to get up."
Pushing against the beast's arm with all his weight, he only found himself
being pushed upright.
"We should have brought some rope to tie it up," observed Eddie,
finding the same problem with the other arm.
"Oh sure, now's a good time to fuckin' think of that," Brent said with
a grunt as he tried to wrap his arms about the creature's waist. He felt
like he was hugging a hairy sumo wrestler.
"Hey, this was your fuckin' idea, remember," Eddie grunted, gritting
his teeth as he pushed against the creature's arm to no avail.
Now sitting up on its haunches, the creature gave an angry snort and a
low guttural snarl. Slipping around behind it, Brett and Eddie grasped the
thick coarse hair covering its shoulders and lifting their feet off the
ground, used their weight to pull it back onto its back. Brent, at the
same time, gave up trying to wrap his arms about its waist and lunged for
its lower leg which Bobby was riding like a bucking bronco, hanging on for
dear life with his dark brown hair bouncing about his ears. His brothers
were right it did have huge feet. The creature snorted again and growled,
the first time with anger, the second sounding much more like it was
surprised, the third like it was perplexed, and the fourth turning into a
cough that was part chuckle and part a sigh of pleasure. It suddenly
stopped struggling, and after a moment, it lay back and began to pant and
groan with what was now definitely a combination of laugher and pleasure.
"I don't know what's happening, but keep doing what you're doing
guys," said Eddie.
"I'm giving him an Ali al-Karamah foot massage," advised Brent,
referring to the instruction he and his twin brother had received from a
genie their kid brother had found and released from a bottle earlier that
month.
"Me to, sortta," said Benny, "but I do butts better. I could use some
help here."
Brett immediately switched places with his younger brother and began
to gently but firmly knead the fleshy and surprisingly sensitive pads below
the toes of the creature's foot. Using the same techniques as he'd been
taught to massage the genie's back, he squeezed and rubbed the fleshy pads
and the heel of the creature's huge foot. As he lightly ran his fingertips
along the insole, the creature trembled, evidently ticklish at that spot.
As he gently rubbed the beast's large, fleshy toes and stroked with
concentric circles the joint between the toe and the foot, the creature
trembled again, but not with ticklishness. Sixteen inches long and seven
inches across at the toes, its foot was one and a half times the length and
width of his own foot, which at size eleven was huge by human standards.
His twin brother was doing the same to the other foot. Massaging the
top of its foot, they worked its hairy, loose skin and the long tendons
with their slender fingers. They traced the outline of the creature's
toenails with their index fingers, running their fingertips along the edge
where the nail joined the flesh with a slow, circular motion almost like
electric toothbrushes causing the creature to flex and curl its huge toes.
"Oh yeah, fuckin' awesome! I think whatever you're doing you're
giving it a boner," observed Bobby.
"How do you know that?" asked Brent.
"How do you think?" came the reply.
"Trust Bobby to go straight to his dick!" said Benny.
"That's our kid brother," observed Brett.
"Well, there's enough here for two or even three guys," Bobby said,
"if anyone wants to join me."
Benny and Eddie immediately took him up on the offer. Bobby had been
groping the creature's hairy pouch, and its dick had begun to emerge, a
large, red, thick organ similar to that of a monkey. As Bobby worked his
fingers up and down the hairy pouch, squeezing and stroking it like he was
milking it, the boys were enthralled as they watched its dick slowly began
to swell. Monkeys being his favourite animal, Bobby was particular
fascinated as his young fingers worked the creature's hot, hairy pouch.
Between the foot massage and having the pouch containing its cock fondled,
the creature was soon erect, and the boys were staring at the largest,
thickest cock they had ever seen, the root thicker than a beer can and its
length just over sixteen inches. Grasping it with their right hands, one
hand above the other, the knob, bulging out like a lightbulb, was still
extending above the fifth hand.
As Bobby began to stroke the massive cock with a skill and expertise
that would drive any man mad, Benny and Eddie each took a huge hairy ball
and began to massage it while Brent and Brett returned to the beast's feet.
Every minute they rotated, giving everyone a chance at pumping the
creature's humongous cock. By the time Brent was stroking its thick bat,
the Sasquatch was panting and snorting like a wild bull and its cock was
throbbing hotly in his fist. Then with a deep guttural groan, it heaved
its hips upward and exploded, sending rope after rope of thick, creamy cum
into the air. Each rope arched and looped back down, landing in thick
globs in its long, coarse grey-brown hair. It trembled and groaned with
the release, its large, flat apelike face, encircled by a mane of longer
and lighter coloured brown hair that covered its ears and formed a shaggy
beard around its cheeks and chin, reflecting the pleasure it was feeling.
It was not the first time it had ever ejaculated. In the past it had
lain on its stomach on the mossy carpet of the forest and jerked its hips
to create this pleasure, but never had it come as violently nor with as
much pleasure as that moment. With a horny teenager massaging each of its
feet, two young boys stroking its testicles, and a youngster pounding its
erect cock, it was no wonder. After half a dozen shots, the pressure
subsided but its cum continued to flow, oozing out of the opening and down
over its knob and Brent's fist for another fifteen seconds.
"Oh maaaan, I wish I could cum like that!" observed Eddie, and the
four Brewsters all agreed.
As the creature lay there in numbed pleasure, its huge, hairy chest
rising and falling as it panted with the exertion of its climax, the boys
excitedly pushed down their jeans and cargo pants and their underwear and
began to jerk off. The shaggy creature slowly sat up and looked at one boy
and then the other, having never seen another creature masturbate before,
and certainly never a human. It cocked its head and studied the rapid
wrist action the boys were performing in their laps. At eight-and-a-half
feet tall, the top of the creature's head was just below Brent's chin in
its present sitting position.
Bending right over, it sniffed at the teenager's feet, and then gave
the top of the right foot a long lick, the boy's socks having come off in
his eagerness to get out of his pants and underwear. Quickly leaning back
on his elbows and raising his feet, the youth looked at the beast
apprehensively. His brothers Brett and Bobby were the ones interested in
animals and science, not him. The beast extended a long, red tongue and
ran it over his left foot. The horny teenager trembled and sighed with the
weird pleasure as the beast licked first one foot and then the other,
drenching them in saliva which it worked over the backs, sides, and soles
with its rough tongue. As it wormed its tongue between his toes, Brent lay
flat on his back and began to pound his dick furiously.
He had been turned on many times in the past in many different ways
and by humans and nonhumans, but never did he feel as horny as he did that
moment. The creature ran its hot, rough tongue under his toes where they
joined his foot, causing him to curl his toes and causing his cock to ooze
out pre-cum. It took his large toe between its thick lips and sucked on it
like it was sucking a thumb, causing even more pre-cum to flow from the
gasping, squirming boy. The beast's hot saliva trickled between his toes,
and he ached so badly to release a load his fist was a blur as he pounded
his cock.
Reaching up, the giant creature pushed his hand away and took his
erect dick in its own massive, hairy paw, the long greyish-brown hair on
its lower arm brushing against his naked thigh. Sniffing at his crotch,
the beast extended a long, pink tongue and lapped his groin from under his
balls to the tip of his stiff cock.
"All right," the boy sighed, more pre-cum oozing from his saliva
dripping cock as it wagged crazily between his outspread legs.
The creature looked into his eyes, and no words needed to be
exchanged.
He gave the boy's balls another long, hot lick, causing his aching cock
to twitch again with excitement. The others slowed down their stroking and
watched as the shaggy beast ran its large tongue up the shaft of Brent's
cock and over his cockhead like it was licking an ice-cream cone.
Evidently enjoying the taste, or the effect it was having on the boy, or
the boys concluded later probably both, it eagerly licked his cock a second
time from base to pre-cum dripping tip. The shaggy beast was soon
repeatedly lapping at Brent's cock, clearly in eager anticipation of
lapping up more of his teenage pre-cum.
"Oh fuck," Brent grunted. "Here it comes boy." Brent sighed as he
reached up and spreading his arms as wide as he could, grasped the
Sasquatch by its hairy shoulders.
His load shot out and straight into the creature's mouth. The
creature immediately slipped its lips over the boy's knob and closed its
eyes as the horny teenager filled its mouth with his hot, juicy cum.
Waiting until the boy had finished squirting, it slipped its mouth off the
boy's still erect cock and swallowed the boy's creamy offering. Spotting
the last of the boy's load ooze out of his irritated cock, the hairy beast
descended once again and lapped up the last droplets.
Straightening up, he then looked over at Brett as if to say, "your
turn." The blond teenager eagerly took his twin brother's place, and a
droplet of pre-cum oozed out of his stiff boycock the instant the
creature's hot mouth enveloped it. Running his slender fingers through the
long, coarse hair on the Sasquatch's head, Brett could not believe what was
happening. He knew people rarely had an opportunity to see the creature
bent over before him, and when they had, it had usually been a fleeting
glimpse of a shadowy beast hundreds of yards away. He not only had a
closeup view of one, but he was standing there in the old growth forest
getting sucked off by one! That was so hot, and the way that it slurped
and gobbled at his teenage meat like a famished, wild beast gnawing on a
bone was so totally wicked Brett was already seconds away from exploding
and they had barely begun.
Benny was next. Always eager for sex, especially since he'd started
to cum, having sex with a Big Foot in the darkest hour of the night in a
Washington rain forest didn't strike the twelve-year-old as unusual. His
eyes narrowed as he sighed with the immense pleasure that the beast was
giving him, and he stored away in his memory everything that the giant of
the forest was doing. So far he had memorized the exact dimensions, colour
and shape of the Sasquatch's cock, limp and erect, and how it felt holding
its huge bat in his hand. He had committed to memory its unique odour
combining the earthiness of the old-growth forest and the muskiness of an
animal in heat, and just how its long grey-brown hair felt, noting the
differences of its mane, its shaggy arms, its stomach and butt, its genital
pouch, and the curly hair of its crotch. Inhaling sharply, he studied its
face as his hot little wiener throbbed and he squired a juicy load into its
mouth. An authority on all things unusual and sexual, he had no idea how
he'd ever use the knowledge how a Big Foot looked when it swallowed your
cum, but he figured somewhere, sometime it would come in useful.
Eddie was next, and as the young American Native stepped up to the
legendary giant of the forest, his five-inch cock stiff and aching with
desire, he knew that this was an incident upon which legends and myths were
based. As the hairy, apelike beast looked into his eyes, it could tell the
reverence that the youth had for it, something it had not seen in the few
humans it had encountered, and as the boy looked into the beast's dark
eyes, sunk deep into its skull beneath its prominent eye ridge, the boy
felt a bonding between them that went far beyond the sexual experience they
were about to share. As the beast slipped its mouth over his stiff cock,
they became one, working toward the single goal of pleasure, the pleasure
of sharing the most wonderful experience a male can have, that of orgasm,
an orgasm brought about by another male. It did not matter that one was
human and one was not. It was the most indescribable sexual experience the
fourteen-year-old could have ever dreamed.
Two minutes later their eyes met. As Eddie's lithe, reddish-brown
body tensed and he shot his seed into the beast's eagerly sucking mouth,
the two bonded, boy and beast, as their ancestors had more than a thousand
years ago. Eddie squirted out his load violently and noisily, and the
beast swallowed it with just as much joy, and just as noisily. As Eddie
withdrew his still stiff organ a minute later, the boy knew that this would
not be a tale he could share over the campfire after a potlatch, at least
not for now, and if and when he did, none would believe him, even if he was
the most respected elder on the reservation.
For the past ten minutes Bobby had been prancing from one foot to the
other and fiddling with his boner, impatient to take his turn, and the
second Eddie stepped back he stepped forward. At four-foot-five and
seventy-one pounds, the ten-year-old looked even more the child he was in
comparison to the eight-foot-six, five-hundred pound beast, especially with
its shaggy arms three times the circumference of a wrestler's biceps, its
ponderous breasts, and broad stomach. Bobby's little three and a quarter
inch boner compared to the humongous sixteen inch long bat of the horny
beast was, as Benny was to point out later, like comparing a cocktail
weenie to a salami.
Despite their differences, the two had the same attitude when it came
to sex. A dick was something to be enjoyed, and enjoyed to the fullest.
There was no pleasure like the itchiness of an aroused cockhead, the
pulsation of a fully erect dick, the building pressure deep in one's groin
as one approached one's climax, and the explosion of orgasm. The beast did
not have any expertise or finesse like the genie Ali al-Karamah had had
when it came to having sex.
For Big Foot, it was simply a matter of pure animalistic lust. That was
much how Bobby thought of sex also. The scent of the ten-year-old's hot,
sweaty balls and the tang of his three-and-a quarter inch sausage were the
smells and tastes of sex as nature intended as far as Sasquatch and human
boy were concerned. So, as the Sasquatch swirled its tongue around the
tiny, throbbing boycock in its mouth and stroked its humongous dick, beast
and boy quivered and panted with the same pleasure. Soon the boy was
jerking uncontrollably as his little dicklet spasmed with his dry orgasm,
and the beast trembled as its pear-like balls constricted and it shot its
load a second time. As Bobby stepped back with a sigh, his stiff little
cocklet and tight, hairless balls dripping with Sasquatch spittle, Big Foot
sighed also as it squeezed its massive cock and the last of its cum oozed
out and dropped onto the mossy carpet of the forest.
Later, after they'd recovered, the boys gave the hairy beast a group
hug and told him how great he'd been. They also admonished him for
breaking into the curing shed and warned him to leave the fish alone. The
beast grunted and nodded solemnly, willing to do anything that his five
young friends and first sexual partners wanted. They curled up together,
the boys cushioned and warmed by his huge, hairy body, the temperature
having dropped to fifty degrees, and all six were soon asleep. When the
boys awoke, the fog had moved in over the peninsula. The Sasquatch was
gone and so was their bait, leaving behind not a trace of its presence.
"You know," observed Brent as the sun began to burn off the fog and
the boys headed back to Neah Bay, "sasquatches aren't such ferocious beasts
as everyone makes them out to be."
"Fuck no," agreed Bobby. "Benny is a way more ferocious beast when he
squirts off."
The boys giggled and Benny made a face at his kid brother and gave him
the finger.
"I think this one is especially shy and gentle," observed Eddie.
"Well, he's a horny one anyway," observed Brent, and they all agreed.
"So why'd he break into your uncle's curing shed?"
"I dunno," Eddie said with a shrug.
"I been thinking about that," said Brett, which came as no surprise to
his brothers. "I don't think he was after the fish at all."
"Then why'd he do it?"
"He was after the salt."
"Hey yeah! Look at the way he licked our sweaty balls."
"Almost as eagerly as Bobby," observed Benny, getting back at his kid
brother and causing all five to giggle and snort with laugher.
"Bet if you brought him a bag of salted chips every once in a while
you'd become great friends," observed Brent.
"Better yet, I'll jog so I work up a sweat and I'll just drop my
pants," said Eddie with a grin.
"Works for Bobby," his three brothers chorused after glancing at each
other, and the boys toppled over along the side of the path in laughter,
even Bobby.
It was still cloudy and cool when the boys went with their parents to
the high school ball diamond to cheer for Eddie and his team in the
softball tournament, but by the time the Grand Parade on the main street of
Neah Bay started the sky began to break up and the sun peaked out. As they
watched one of the high school bands in bright red jackets and tight white
slacks march by, each of the boys reached down to squeeze the tent that had
formed in the cargo pants zipoffs they had changed into. Then as they
watched the floats depicting the heritage of the Makah Nation, the boys
thought back to their own parade during the Bastille Day fundraiser, and
the Nacy's parade their cousins had participated in the previous
Thanksgiving, and the tents in their shorts began to throb.
Deciding on fish burgers and chips at one of the vendors at the street
fair after watching the flag-raising ceremony, the entire family took in
the traditional Makah Dancing at one that afternoon, the temperature having
risen to sixty-three degrees. The ceremony began with a welcome dance by
the elders, and was followed by individual dances about animals and birds.
The young braves performed a war dance, and the sight of them painted for
battle and dressed in their traditional costumes had each of the Brewster
boys day dreaming about capturing them in battle and subjecting them to
their special brand of torture. As the boys watched Eddie performing his
Sea Otter dance in his traditional costume, his naked, russet-coloured legs
and arms contrasting seductively with the sleek Sea Otter fur and cedar
bark costume, as one the boys dropped their hands in front of their
crotches to hide the tents that had formed.
After the performance, Eddie joined them, still in his traditional
costume, and they watched the fun runs and races. The boys told him how
their dad had won the twenty-five-mile bike race at home, the memory of
which caused the third pop-up of the day. After watching the buckskin
canoe races, the boys bought some cones and strolled along Front Beach.
"What is that game everyone is playing?"
"They are playing bone games, a form of gambling. We call it sla-hal.
It is a tradition that you will find in many nations here and in Canada.
The game has been around for a long time. It is difficult, and takes much
practice. The tournament began at ten last night, and will continue until
tomorrow afternoon."
"I love bone games," Bobby said, a dreamy look in his eyes.
"I know," said Eddie with a grin and they all laughed.
"Hey, there's Kevin! Hey, Kevin!"
The teenager groaned as the boys hurried over.
"Looks like your fan club has found you," one of the girls giggled.
"So, how does it feel to be a hero to a bunch of rug rats?" another
laughed.
"Hey, Kevin, how are ya?" the boys asked, surrounding the group.
"Say, I saw you dancing this morning. Smooth moves," one of the girls
said to Eddie.
"Thanks,"
he said with a smile.
"So, will we catch you later?" one of the girls asked, looking at
Kevin seductively.
"Yeah, sure. How about down at the marina?" he asked.
"Sure. Meet you there in an hour?"
"Great."
The boys waited until the girls were barely out of hearing range.
"Guess what!"
"You'll never guess."
"Then tell me," Kevin said, humouring the boys. Despite what they'd
done to him the previous day, his anger had not lasted. The girls'
impression that he was a sensitive, caring type of guy who liked children
was all because of them, and it was not hurting his chances of making out.
The incident on the beach he would not forget, but if he ended up getting
some pussy his sense of decency could come to terms with what the boys had
made him do.
"We found someone with a humongous dick."
"Yeah, twice as big as yours!"
"Twice?"
"Yeah. It is like huuuuuge!" Bobby said, extending his hands in front
of him an impossible distance apart..
"Twice as big as mine," Kevin repeated.
"Yeah."
"Impossible."
"No it ain't."
"Com'on, nobody can have a dick that size! Unless he's an elephant."
"He's no elephant."
"Lives here actually," said Eddie, adding to the bait.
"It's as big around as a beer can."
"What did you do, bury him in the sand too so you could grope him?"
"No, we just offered him a foot massage."
"Yeah, right," Kevin said with an indulgent smile. "I'll say one
thing, you boys do have a wicked imagination."
"Wanna bet he's real?"
"Sure," Kevin said gullibly with a smile. The boys had to be
bluffing.
Well, they were no match for someone of his intelligence. He'd call
their bluff, and then they would really pay for what they'd done to him
last night.
"If we lose, we'll be your slaves, all day tomorrow."
"And if we win, your ass is ours," Brett said, thinking of the fun
they'd had at summer camp with just such a bet.
"My ass is yours," Kevin said with a smirk.
"To do with whatever we want," announced Brent, thinking the same as
his twin brother.
"You're on," Kevin said, tasting victory. He was eight inches. There
was no way anyone could be sixteen.
"We will be," said Bobby with an impish twinkle in his large hazel
eyes, and the five boys laughed.
That night after the Makah Traditional Dancing at the High School, the
boys waited patiently for their parents to fall asleep and Kevin flirted
with the girls at the modern dance that followed. Meeting the
eighteen-year-old at midnight, they guided him through the dense forest to
where they'd met the Sasquatch the night before. The temperature had
dropped to below fifty- four degrees, but the boys were too excited to
notice. As they'd hoped, Big Foot was there, although they had brought
fresh bait just incase. The big beast had sensed them long before they had
spotted him and began to lumber toward them the moment they arrived at the
clearing around the shack.
"Holy Christ!" Kevin said softly, practically shitting himself as he
suddenly stopped. As the beast continued toward them, he took several
steps back.
"Don't worry. He's friendly," advised Brent.
Placing one large, hairy arm around the fourteen-year-old's shoulders,
the creature placed a massive paw between the teenager's legs and smacked
his lips, making it clear what was on his mind and causing five of the six
boys to glance at each other knowingly. The five began to chuckle.
"Friendly, and horny," observed Brett.
"So drop your pants and let's compare," said Bobby, immediately
walking up to the Sasquatch and groping him. Big Foot fondly wrapped his
shaggy arms about the diminutive boy, practically smothering him.
"You got to be kidding."
"This look like I'm kidding?" Bobby asked, glancing over at Kevin as
the beast's large, red dick immediately began to emerge out of its hairy
sac, the result of the ten-year-old's fondling.
Kevin looked incredulously at the boys and at the rapidly growing dick
between the hairy giant's legs. A Sasquatch? He could not believe he was
actually seeing one. He could believe even less what the kid was doing to
it. The beast was supposed to be afraid of humans, or ferocious, depending
on whom you talked to. It was not supposed to just stand there and let
itself be groped, and by a ten-year-old nonetheless.
"Com'on, we got a bet," said Benny as he tugged at the teenager's
belt.
"You said nothing about . . . about . . . well, a Sasquatch?" Kevin
replied, wrinkling up his nose and staring at the shaggy beast in
disbelief.
"So?" said Brent as he helped his younger brother with the
eighteen-year-old's belt.
The two of them pushed down the boy's pants and Calvin Klein boxers.
The Sasquatch immediately came over and squatting down, gave the boy a
large, sloppy lick.
Despite his fear and his shock, the teenage boy could not help but
respond, especially with the sight of the huge dick continuing to swell in
Bobby's fist. Soon both creatures were erect.
"Oh man, I've never seen a cock that size," Kevin admitted.
As if in response, Big Foot gave his an extra sloppy lick.
"Now it's time for us to collect our bet," said Brett, stroking
Kevin's exposed butt.
"You said nothing about it being a Sasquatch."
"You didn't say it had to be a human."
"Besides, Sasky is just as human as you."
"Even more human than many humans," added Eddie.
"So bend over and get ready for some hot fucking," said Bobby, groping
himself.
"What?" Kevin replied. "Now wait a minute. When you said my ass
would be yours I thought we were talking about being your slave, not, well,
not . . . not that!"
"Okay, we can play that game. Bend over and get ready for some hot
fucking, slave," Bobby said with a twinkle in his hazel eyes.
"No way!"
"You better do as we say, or we'll get our friend to get rough with
you," advised Eddie, looking up at the Sasquatch who was listening to the
boys intently.
"Yeah, you better do what we say," Bobby said angrily. Big Foot
looked at the teenager and growled softly, just as Bobby had hoped he'd do
in response to his voice, and Kevin automatically raised an arm in defence.
"No! Don't hit me!" cried out Bobby as he stepped back, and as he
expected, Big Foot growled louder and began to stand.
"Bugger! All right! All right! Just call him off!"
"That's okay, Sasky," Bobby said soothingly as he reached up and
patted the hairy beast on the shoulder. "I think he'll behave now."
The creature stopped growling, but kept its deep-set eyes on Kevin.
Bending over a large, moss-covered fallen log, the three-and-a-half foot
diameter cedar being just over waist high, the youth clasped his hands
together and stared straight ahead as Bobby stepped up behind him.
Spitting on his protruding dick for lubrication, he easily slid his stiff,
three-and-a-quarter inch dick up the boy's hot, moist butt despite the fact
the teenager was a virgin. Grasping the eighteen- year-old's hips, Bobby
began pumping to and fro like a pro, sliding his cock almost all the way
out of the boy's asshole, and then pushing forward until his smooth,
hairless pubes were pressing against the older boy's butt cheeks.
The ten-year-old boy fucker closed his eyes and unabashedly enjoyed
himself as the irritating sensation around his cockhead got stronger and
stronger the faster he worked his cock in and out of the boy's hot, moist
hole. His breathing slowly became deeper and faster until he was panting
loudly as he pounded the boy's ass for all he was worth. Bobby glanced
over at Big Foot and smiled and the creature's thick, apelike lips parted
in a wide grin that showed his sharp teeth and gums. Figuring he was
likely the first human Big Foot had ever seen engaged in such an activity,
Bobby grinned even wider as he turned his attention back to the boy he was
fucking. A minute later he grunted like a wild animal in rut as his
powerful orgasm swept over him.
Benny was next, slipping his four-and-a-quarter inches up the now no
longer virgin butthole. The twelve-year-old was no novice when it came to
fucking ass either, and he delighted in the tightness of the straight boy's
butt and the knowledge that he was only the second to be probing his
rectum. Accustomed to following his older brothers, whose larger cocks had
stretched apart their common partner's sphincter ahead of him and who had
left behind their cum as lube, he took full advantage of fucking Kevin
before they did. As he worked his cock in and out of the older boy, he
noticed that his twin brothers were both erect, and Big Foot's cock was
beginning to emerge from its sack. Next to cumming, there was no hotter
feeling than being with guys who were horny as fuck, unless it was being
the cause of them getting hot. Feeling too excited and horny himself to
delay the inevitable, Benny was soon shooting his boycum up the
eighteen-year-old's rectum. Knowing that his juice was the first to ever
squirt up the boy's hot hole, Benny particularly enjoyed this orgasm.
Eddie was next, using Benny's juicy load as natural lube to insert his
thicker five-inch bone. He had never engaged in anal sex before, but he'd
watched the two younger Brewsters carefully, and had read enough stories on
the net to know the rudiments. He had expected it to feel good, but he was
surprised just how good having a hot, moist asshole gripping your cock
felt. It was very different from jacking off, and from getting sucked,
which made sense. As the soon to be fifteen-year-old worked his cock in
and out of the boy bent over before him, he was very conscious of being
watched by the others, which made it all the hotter for him too. These new
friends were a lot of fun. It was not long before he was adding his juicy
load to Benny's.
As soon as Eddie withdrew, Brent stepped forward and took his place.
The slender fourteen-year-old had no difficulty inserting his
five-and-a-half inch cock up the boy's hole with the two loads of slippery
boy cum now lining it, and his slightly thicker cock easily stretched the
youth's sphincter apart. His long, blond hair swept back and forth as he
worked his hips to and fro, his body bending forward as he withdrew, and
drawing back as he thrust his hips forward. Although he knew how to delay
his climax, he didn't have the will power, and besides, he knew Brett was
about to pop.
Brent was right, and the thought of slipping his hot, aching cock
through the loads of his two brothers and the young American native was so
hot Brett had to pause once he'd penetrated Kevin's ass to control his
urge. He had to pause for a long time. When you are fourteen and healthy
as fuck, the hormones are flowing through your body like a gushing torrent,
and your nuts are always hanging low and heavy with fresh cum. As he
grasped the older teenager's smooth hips and began to work his hard, hot
cock in and out of the boy's rectum with a noisy schlucking noise, he
closed his eyes and savoured the moment. Although he paused several times
to delay his orgasm, he was pumping his cum up the handsome straight boy's
rectum within two minutes. As he withdrew, the Sasquatch rose and slowly
lumbered forward.
"Hey! All right! Sasky wants a bit of ass too!" said Bobby
excitedly.
"Oh fuck no," said Kevin, turning around and looking at the giant,
hairy beast and his thick, red sixteen-inch cock jutting up from between
his legs like an obscene flag pole. "I can't take that monster up my
butt!"
"Yeah? Well, you tell Sasky he can't have any ass," Bobby replied as
the shaggy beast reached down with a massive paw and turned Kevin around so
the boy's back was to him.
"Com'on, I've done everything you asked. Call him ahunnngh!" he
gasped as he felt the hot, sticky organ press against his butthole.
"Uggunnnh," he grunted as Big Foot wrapped his huge, hairy arms about the
boy and continued to push his hips forward just as he'd seen the strange,
little, hairless creatures do.
Kevin was sure the monster cock was going to rip him up badly as he
pushed out with desperation, but his fears were unfounded. This being his
first time, there was no way for the eighteen-year-old to know just how
elastic the human sphincter was, nor the lube qualities of four loads of
fresh teen cum up his channel. It did take some straining on his part, and
some effort by Big Foot, but the creature gradually and slowly penetrated
the teen's tight opening. Second by agonizing second the thick, bulbous
cockhead stretched part the teenager's straining asshole. Kevin pushed
like he was pushing out the thickest, hardest constipated turd of his life.
He gasped with the erotic feeling and with relief as the huge,
lightbulb-like head finally slipped into his rectum.
Ever so slowly, as if knowing accepting his humongous cock was a
strain, Big Foot gradually sank his humongous cock inch by inch into the
boy. Kevin was sure he was being split in half. However, despite the
obvious strain on his sphincter, having the humongous cock up his rectum
was more a case of discomfort than of pain. While there was no question he
wanted the creature to stop, there was a certain amount of pleasure in
having his rectum stuffed also.
Taking its cue from the boys in that it had never done more than hump
the forest floor, the shaggy creature continued to press forward, ever so
slowly sinking its cock up the hot, moist hole of the smooth, hairless male
before him until his huge, hairy balls were squeezed between Kevin's legs
and his hairy stomach was pressed against the teenager's smooth,
bubblebutt. Never in its life had it felt such pleasure as the boy's hot,
moist rectum squeezed about it. Never in Kevin's life had his rectum felt
so stuffed, which was not totally unpleasant.
"Oh fuck, Sasky's got his cock right in!" exclaimed Benny excitedly.
"Oh maaaaan, that has to feel awesome!" observed Brett.
"Oh yeah," agreed his twin brother as he tried to imagine it, the
largest cock he'd ever had up his own butt having been his brother's, as
was the case of his other brothers.
"Fuckin' way to go, Sasky!" cheered Bobby.
As if understanding, the shaggy beast cocked its head and it flashed
the ten-year-old a huge smile, causing Eddie, Bobby and Bobby's brothers to
chuckle with amusement. He then began to work his hips to and fro as he
had seen the boys do. He had never witnessed this act being performed by
any of the other creatures in the forest, and had certainly never had the
opportunity to perform it himself with another Sasquatch though he could
remember vaguely in his mind his parents doing something like this when he
was a youngster and before he struck out to stake his own territory. As
the beast worked his body to and fro slowly, not by choice but because it
was awkward fucking with his partner being so slim, his mind marvelled at
the delightful pleasure this act was causing and he sighed loudly, causing
the boys to hoot and cheer him on.
"Atta boy Sasky! Fuck him good!"
"Lookit his face! He's really enjoying it!"
"Lookit Kevin's dick. He's enjoying it too!"
The teenager's cock was erect and twitching madly. With a thick, hard
prick constantly pressing against his prostate and massaging it, he really
did not have any control over what was happening. Besides, although he'd
never admit it to anyone, and had difficulty admitting it to himself,
having his asshole stuffed and his prostate massaged did feel good in a
perverse way, just as taking a large crap felt pleasant.
"This is so fucking awesome!" observed Eddie, his eyes wide with
wonder as he watched the shaggy, apelike beast fucking the muscular
teenager. "There are many of my people who have never seen a Sasquatch,
and even some who do not believe such a creature exists. They'd never
believe I saw one fucking a human, and especially a human male!"
"You could always bring them out here and introduce them to Sasky,"
suggested Bobby.
"That would be wicked," Eddie said, his lips curling into a smile as
he imagined some of those who had been most adamant that Sasquatch was a
legend in the position Kevin was in.
"Totally," the others agreed, giggling with the thought as they
pictured one and then another of the Makah they'd seen dancing earlier
being fucked by the forest giant.
Big Foot was snorting and panting by this time, the noise causing all
the animals in the forest, including the five excited boys watching the
scene, to grow quiet. The boys watched intently as the huge beast cried
out as if it was in pain with each thrust and with each withdrawal of its
mighty cock. Kevin's eyes were closed tightly and his eight-inch cock was
dripping pre- cum as the boy gasped and grunted like he was press-lifting
the five-hundred pound beast fucking the shit out of him. The shaggy
creature suddenly squeezed Kevin so tightly with its huge arms he could not
breathe and it threw back its head and wailed. The strange cry echoed
through the still forest as it screamed its pleasure over and over not
unlike the victory cry of Tarzan in the old movies. The boys glanced at
each other and felt goose bumps form on their flesh. Now that was an
orgasm!
"Oooohhhh fuck," sighed Kevin with his own distinctive cry, part in
pleasure and part in pain, part in relief and part in dismay as he reached
his climax also, the result of his prostate being massaged for the past
fifteen minutes. His thick, white semen shot from his rapidly wagging cock
as his rectum was flooded with Big Foot's hot load.
The two of them trembled with their release, and in Kevin's case, also
with the perverse enema he was receiving. The creature's big, hairy balls,
as large as turnips and almost the same colour, had contracted and drawn up
below its cock pouch, and the beast shuddered as shot after shot blasted
out of its irritated cock, which at the same time was being delightfully
squeezed by the boy's hot, moist rectum. This was the best way to cum yet,
and it had the five little hairless creatures standing there watching and
cheering to thank. Kevin, on the other hand, did not know what to think as
his cock throbbed with that delightful pleasure of ejaculation while at the
same time he could feel the hot beer can-wide prick up his ass throbbing
and squirting the beast's hot, thick semen up his rectum. He had never
come so hard or felt so hot, not even the night he'd lost his virginity to
the tart that half the boys in town had screwed. As for his ass, it
certainly had never throbbed with such pleasure, and despite the perversity
and humiliation of having had six cocks up his virgin hole these past
fifteen minutes, it had been physically arousing. This was a night they
all were going to remember.
It was cold and cloudy the next morning, but the humidity began to
drop and the clouds began to break up. By noon as the softball tournament
finals began along with more canoe races, it had warmed up to sixty-five
and the humidity had dropped to seventy percent. Kevin made a brief
appearance, walking very gingerly and bowl-legged. At one o'clock there
were more fun runs, races and games and the finals in the sla-hal
tournament on Front Beach began under sunny skies.
The Brewster family sat down for a traditional salmon bake dinner, a
highlight of their holiday they had all been looking forward to. They
began with a plate of baked mussels and oysters, called klo-klo by the the
locals, as appetizers. The boys, knowing the reputation of oysters from
Benny's store of sexual knowledge, had triple helpings although at their
age and with the Brewster genes, they hardly needed any help in getting it
up or producing half a dozen full shots in a day. Forgoing the more modern
dishes such as baked beans and potato salad, the six of them took the
opportunity with Eddie's urging and guidance to feast on the more
traditional offerings including camosun (a tender sweet root that was like
a small potato), wapato (the Indian potato which was baked under the hot
sand near the cook fire), wild onion, Indian cabbage, and buckskin bread.
Of course they made sure they left room for the main meal, wide strips of
salmon baked on cedar sticks at the edge of the fire and flavoured with
smoke from cedar chips. For desert they had salmonberry tarts and thick
slices of pie made from a combination of hakwahk, an Indian rhubarb, and
hoosum, the huckleberry-like soapberry. The boys, and their dad, along
with Eddie, had double helpings.
Later that afternoon, after the softball tournament finals, which
Eddie's team won in the youth division, and as the weekend's events began
to wrap up, Eddie took his new friends to Shi Shi. The well-known but
isolated beach, located in the Olympic National Park, could only be reached
by a difficult nine-mile hike along the coast from the south, or a private
three-mile trail beginning at the southern end of the reservation that had
only been opened up that summer and which had not yet been advertised.
Walking through the old-growth forest, over rugged headlands, and along
short stretches of pebbled shoreline exposed by the receding ocean, they
finally climbed over an abutment of rock and driftwood to arrive at their
destination, a narrow stretch of secluded, sandy beach.
By this time it was mid afternoon and although only sixty-two degrees,
the sun was shining, and all five boys had discarded their shirts. After
their strenuous, sweaty walk, they immediately kicked off their runners and
pulled off their socks and headed for the ocean. The twins, wearing their
khaki Gap shorts, and their younger brothers, wearing their faded jeans
cutoffs for the day, splashed into the water. Eddie had changed from his
baseball uniform to his favourite summer apparel, a traditional
breechclout, which he called opoots sill and translated as meaning "rear
end saddle". Of course the boys asked and he assured them that he was not
wearing underpants. He told Benny underpants were called keekwullie
sakolleks in the local slang so Benny could add the information to his
treasury of knowledge. The sight of the slender, handsome Makah boy
standing there on the beach, with his long, sleek black hair held back by a
cedar bark hair band and flowing down over his shoulder blades and over his
smooth, naked chest, almost naked in his breechclout and with his slender,
reddish-brown arms and thighs, had the obvious effect on the four Brewster
brothers. Despite wading out into the ice-cold Pacific ocean up to
mid-thigh, their trousers were soon tented out, a fact that did not go
unnoticed by the young Native American boy, and which caused his
breechclout to bulge. That, of course, did not escape the attention of the
four Brewster boys.
Accepting their conditions as the normal state of affairs, which was
true, the boys splashed around a bit and then checked out the tidal pools
for sea life, the tide now being well over half way out. An hour later
they returned to the beach. Leading them up past the sand grass and
pushing apart the thick tangle of scrub near a solitary Sitka spruce, Eddie
revealed a narrow, little used animal trail. Following it into the dense,
coastal forest, he lead them to his favourite spot, a small ten-foot square
opening in the old-growth forest caused by the collapse of one of the
forest giants and surrounded by towering red cedar and hemlock, the sole
entry hidden by a tangle of small shrub.
As they lay there on the mossy forest carpet, a wren scolded them for
interrupting his search for insects in the low willows, his high-pitched
trill piercing the air. He was joined by a thrush, its whistle like
escaping steam announcing its presence, and high in the trees a downy
woodpecker announced its presence with its characteristic rat-tat-tat as it
searched for insects in a dead tree. The chatter of a Douglas squirrel,
much different in the light of day than in the dense forest after midnight,
reminded them of Bobby's fright and Eddie's suggestion what the squirrel
might be saying the previous night.
With a mischievous look at his brothers, Bobby announced a game of
"crotchya", and of course all four brothers pounced on unsuspecting Eddie.
The boys, of course, quickly found out he was telling the truth about not
having anything under his breechclout. The slim, agile teenager easily
squirmed out from under them and launched his own attack on one of the
twins, which one he was not exactly sure as he was not yet able to tell
them apart. It was not long before all five boys were sporting erections
once again and breechclout, shorts, cutoffs and underwear were chucked
aside. The five naked youth became a tangle of arms and legs as instead of
trying to grab each other's privates, they caressed and massaged whoever
was nearest, running their hands over the person's smooth, sweating body
while several hands gently ran over theirs. Each boy took just as much
delight in pleasing the boy he was caressing, and he took in being
caressed.
Eventually Eddie found himself laying on his back in a soft bed of
moss and the shamrock- like Oregon oxalis in a sixty-nine position with one
of the twins, the native boy's reddish-brown backside raised in the air and
about to be penetrated by the other long-haired twin. As he took the
young, stiff cock of the slender, blond teenager in his mouth and began to
suck on it, he felt the boy's hot breath blow against his own stiff member,
and then his hot, moist tongue swirl around his knob like he was licking an
ice cream cone. At the same time Benny and Bobby were snuggled up beside
him and licking and sucking on his nuts. Reaching down and finding their
hot, stiff boyhoods, he wrapped his fingers about them and slowly began to
masturbate them as he felt the other twin's stiff cock slide up his rectum
until his curly blond bush tickled the inside of his thighs.
Oblivious to the five boys, or perhaps providing them with an
accompaniment, a couple vireos sang to each other high above in the forest
canopy, and two squirrels frolicked along the moss laden trunk of a nearby
vine maple. The boys' breathing grew more laboured as they approached
their peak. Eddie sucked harder on the velvety teenage cock in his mouth,
savouring its unique taste and the delight of bringing his partner the most
exquisite pleasure one boy can bring another. At the same time a hot,
moist mouth had engulfed his straining cock and was eagerly sucking on it
while one hot tongue was licking his nut sac and a second was licking that
sensitive skin between a guy's nuts and his asshole. As for his asshole,
it was burning with arousal as another five-and-a-half inch cock rapidly
worked in and out of it.
He clenched his butthole as the cock drew out, and then pushed out as
it drove back in, working in time with the boy fucking him. At the same
time he rapidly jerked his fingers up and down the two hot cocks in his
hands, one just over three inches and the other just over four, both hard,
hot and throbbing. Sweat was trickling down the naked bodies of the five
youth as the sun shone down through the opening and they sucked in the
humid air of the rain forest, scented by the crushed oxalis beneath their
bodies and the blossoms of the beadruby along the edge of the small
opening.
It would be impossible to say which boy came first, if indeed if any
one did. They seemed to all come together, having reached that ultimate
peak of pleasure at the same time. Brent trembled as his cum spurted out
of his burning cock head and into the young Native American's mouth, and
Brett trembled as he began to shoot his cum up the young boy's rectum.
Eddie at the same time inhaled sharply as he felt his cum rise up his
throbbing cock and squirt into the mouth enveloping it. Unable to swallow
his copious load, Brent felt it ooze out of the corners of his mouth. It
flowed down over Eddie's russet cock in whitish streams which Bobby and
Benny quickly lapped up. Benny himself was gasping in the humid air of the
coastal forest as his balls tightened below his little cocklet and his cum
shot into the air, adding the natural scent of fresh boy cum to the
fragrances of the forest. Beside him, his kid brother trembled and bucked
as his orgasm hit and he lapped up the Native American teenager's cum with
an eagerness and delight that only a ten-year-old can have.
The sun was low in the sky and the tide had long ago receded by the
time the boys, after several more couplings, emerged naked from the large
old-growth forest. A gentle breeze blowing in from the northwest brought
in the ocean moisture, keeping the temperature at sixty. They skipped
along the sandy beach and from tidal pool to tidal pool, the hollows of
their tanned bodies shadowed in the setting sun as they dug in the sand and
probed the pools of water and announced one exciting discovery after
another. Showing the boys how to dig for clams and how to open their
shells, and finding some wild onion and herbs in the surrounding forest,
Eddie took out the flint pouch he always carried with him on such
excursions. Starting a fire with a bit of driftwood, he prepared them the
traditional version of lakutchee soup in a small pot he kept hidden near
the Sitka spruce for his visits to the beach.
Then with their stomachs pleasantly full, their breaths scented by the
delicious broth and their lips tasting of clams, they proved the efficiency
of the oysters they had eaten for lunch one last time. The five naked boys
formed still another new combination there on the secluded beach, and with
the Pacific ocean lapping about the sea stacks as the tide began to come in
once again and with the old-growth forest growing dark with shadows as the
western sky turned shades of scarlet and burgundy, the five boys once more
brought each other to a powerful, delightful orgasm.
As the Brewster station wagon pulled out of Hobuck Beach Campground
the next morning, a young, handsome Makah teenager paused in raking one of
the vacated sites and waved good bye. Exhausted from the previous day, the
boy also known as Sea Otter, would never forget the seventy-sixth Makah
Days celebrations, and he could not wait for the boys to get back home so
they could begin corresponding by email. The boys, looking out the back
window at their new friend, felt a warm flush of happiness and could not
wait either.
Leaving Neah Bay, the road turned from the shoreline to round one of
the more rugged headlands and entered the forest. The temperature had
dropped to close to forty degrees the previous night and the humidity had
climbed back up to over ninety, resulting in patches of fog still clinging
to the denser patches of cedar. Ahead of them a large, dark shape hidden
in the shadows and the thick leafy forest pushed back the undergrowth, and
the five boys, always alert and inquisitive, quickly glanced at each other
and grinned. As the Brewster station wagon passed the four brothers
excitedly waved. As the huge figure waved back, they noticed it was
clutching the gift they had left for it, a match to the bait they had used
to attract it that first night, one of Brent's used socks.
"Who are you boys waving to now?" the boys' mother asked, unable to
make out anything in the dense forest.
"Another new friend we made."
"Yeah, Sasky."
"Sasky? Is he another Makah boy?"
"Oh fu- fu- for goodness sake no, he's a Sasquatch," said Bobby.
"A Sasquatch," stated his father.
"Yeah, you know, a Big Foot."
"Oh, of course, a Sasquatch," said Barry as he glanced at his wife and
winked.
The two parents smiled as they turned their attention back to the
road.
Their four boys certainly did have wild imaginations, which was one of
many delightful things about celebrating special holidays with them. Barry
continued to grin as he though how lucky he was to be the father of four
such wonderful boys, and Brenda smiled as she absentmindedly rubbed her
belly and thought about the doctor's confirmation of her suspicion just
before heading off on this holiday. Meanwhile, the four boys, unaware of
their parents' thoughts and smiling as they thought about the past four
days, hunched down in the back seat of the station wagon and reached for
each other's crotches. It was a long ride home.