Befriending a Sasquatch

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Befriending a Sasquatch

Chapter 3

If waking up in the arms of a hairy beast yesterday morning wasn't enough for me, now I had two of them in bed with me. Hell, I thought, maybe if things keep going like this then at the end of the week I'll have seven guys total.

I sat up and wobbled my way out of bed trying not to wake up the two next to me. Sas was breathing softly, his great chest heaving with the sonorous snores he made. The doc was also slumbering peacefully on the edge of the bed. He looked like he might roll off at any moment but I didn't have the heart to wake him up. I chuckled at the sight. Two big softies--both of whom I only met in the last couple of days--and both big balls of fur that I enjoyed spending my Spring Break with. Granted, Sas had Doc beat in the fur department, but the Doc's body hair was nothing to sneeze at. He could give a Turkish daddy a run for his money.

My eyes lingered on their bodies. Doc's round, bearish body was quite the turn on. I had only even been with twink guys like myself up until now, but being in the arms of a real man was... really nice. I tried to think of the right word. Comforting? Sexy? I dunno, something like that. I looked over the Doc's manhood lying flaccid in his thick bush. He was definitely a grower, that's for sure. But as for Sas... the creature's dick always seemed to be eleven inches long, both enticing and terrifying. My asshole twitched in anticipation. I laughed at myself again.

Suddenly I caught a whiff of myself. I forgot that I hadn't showered at all since I'd been on this trip, and the room smelled heavily of sweat, musk, and beast. I decided I'd get a shower in before the rest of the day unfolded, however that might turn out.

I slipped on some undies and walked back out into the main hallway. The house felt warmed, even though the cold outside persisted. Maybe I was just imagining things, being with these two men as I had, and simply believed things were warmer. Outside the snow had stopped falling but everything was covered in about two feet of the stuff. The Doc and I would have to shovel his car out, that's for sure, and I hated doing it. But with any luck, the snow would melt in the coming days while we waited for things to be safer for him to transport Sas to safety. But I didn't want to think about that. I didn't want to consider what it would be like losing friends I had just made. I shook my head as if to rattle the thoughts out of my brain.

I made my way into the master bathroom. I always loved this room. It looked more like a sauna than an actual bathroom, with the wood paneling and the dim lighting. In one corner where the his-and-hers sinks sitting aptly next to the tiny room where the toilet was. In the other corner of the room was the walk-in shower, large enough to fit a couple people. I snickered at the thought. I crossed the room and turned on the shower to let it warm up a little before I hopped in, but just as the water was hot enough I remembered that I left my soap in my backpack and had never unpacked it. I sighed. I turned the water off and took a clean towel from the linen closet, draped it around my figure, and went back into the bedroom where the guys were.

To my surprise the Doc was already awake. He was sitting naked on the edge of the bed rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Sas was awake, too, if you could call it that. He was still half-holding onto Doc's shoulder and mumbling something unintelligibly. But he looked happy enough, and I'm sure if he had a tail he'd be wagging it.

Wentworth put his glasses on. "Good morning," he said brightly. He suddenly seemed to notice he was sitting naked in front of me and crossed his hands across his manhood. "Oops." He said, blushing slightly.

"Good morning, Doc, and don't worry. After last night there's nothing to really be embarrassed about."

He blinked, as if processing everything that happened the night before. "Oh, wow, yes," he said dumbly. "Last night. I'm not even sure what to say about it. I'm sorry I got carried away. I was just, erm, very excited to finally be able to engage with Jeremy in this new line of research."

"You mean, by having sex with him?" I smiled. I found my backpack in the corner of the room and unzipped it. I pulled out some of the soap with my free hand and let the bag flop into the corner still open.

The Sasquatch sat upright in bed and was leaning into the doctor with a big hug, sniffing along his neck and shoulder. The doctor let the beast do his thing. "Yeah. Having sex. Sorry it happened. I mean I hardly know you and we happened to..." he let his words trail off, probably thinking about how he held my cock last night to help me fire down the monster's gullet.

"Don't be sorry. I'm not." I said as kindly as I could. The Doc smiled back. "Hey, I was just about to take a shower, since I think I could use one. Care to join me?"

"I... don't think that would be appropriate, would it?" he asked, still covering his cock.

"After last night? Who cares at this point." I chuckled. I let the towel unfold off my body. I was still in my undies, but I let the doc catch a peek at the growing tent in my underwear. His eyes quickly found them, and he shifted uncomfortably on the bed. "I mean, I'll wash your back if you wash mine."

Wentworth nodded and stood up. He was clearly holding back a growing erection. Sas was sitting on the bed turning the doctor's underwear over in his hands. Something about the elastic fabric amused him.

"Okay. Lead the way." The doc said almost confidently.

I stood on my tip-toe and kissed him on the cheek. He flashed a wide grin. I picked up my towel from the floor with my free hand and threw it over my shoulder. Then, gaining more confidence, I reached over to the doctor's hands. My fingers wriggled through his and found the hardening flesh it was looking for. I gently grabbed hold of his cock and gave it a couple "hello" strokes. Wentworth let his hands fall by his sides, sticking his hips out a little and letting his cock grow to full mast. What a beautiful eight inches it was. I wrapped my fingers around the base and led him by his cock out the door and into the bathroom.

I let him go and set the soap down on a shelf in the shower. I turned the water on again and let it warm up, running my hands under the water and feeling its temperature. When it was warm and steam was rising, I turned back around to face the doc. I was about to slip out of my underwear, when the Doctor caught my hands. He knelt down in front of me and in one quick motion tugged my underwear to the floor. I stepped out of it one foot at a time, and he tossed the undies over to the sink. My cock, now free of its cotton confines, grew to its full seven inches poking straight out. The doctor took off his glasses and handed them to me, and I set them on the shower shelf next to the soap. Then, eyeing my cock, the doctor seized the base and swallowed me down to the root.

I gasped, the warm wetness of his throat throwing me off guard. "Oh doc." I said, feeling his scratchy beard on my nuts. But he was only teasing and he pulled off of me just as quickly as he took me. He lingered for a second, suckling on the tip to eat the bit of precum I had made. With a slurp he released me from his mouth and stood up, kissed me on the cheek, and then passed me into the shower.

He stepped under the warm spray. The water matted his hair and washed down his face and through his beard, around his supple man-boobs and down over his belly, to the thick nest of crotch hair and low-hangers. His cock was rock solid and practically beckoning me to go over and work it for him. I stepped into the shower with him and took one of the bars of soap from the ledge and began to gently massage it into his chest. The hair provided the perfect means to work the soap into a rich lather, which I scooped in hand and brought down towards his balls. He let out a soft, low moan when I took them in hand and gently kneaded them through the soap. His cock twitched as if waiting to be massaged itself, so I obliged it. I ran my soapy hand up the length of his shaft, drawing up his foreskin to bunch over his spongy head. With my other hand I drew back the flesh to let the pink head find the light of day again, and I worked the soap over the shaft once more.

The doctor wrapped his meaty arms around me and tugged me in close for a particularly passionate kiss. We met, open mouthed, our tongues flicking madly around as if desperate for the contact. I continued to pump his shaft with the soap and he rewarded me by easing back a little on the kiss to suck on my bottom lip. He nibbled it tentatively and licked along its length. My cock was harder than ever now and poking into his upper thigh, smearing long swaths of cum on the inside of his leg. Suddenly the doc pulled off of me and smiled impishly. He took the soap from me and began to work up a lather on my own chest. He tickled my nips and worked them into points and trailed the soap down my torso into my own meager bush. He teased my cock just as I teased his, and a soft grumble of pleasure escaped my lips.

He rested one of his strong hands on my shoulder and gently spun me around away from him. He used the other hand to seize my tiny chest and pull me in close. He nibbled on my neck, sending electricity over my skin. He diligently continued to tease my cock with the soap, and massaged my chest with his other hand. His dick pressed into the small of my back, drooling its own line of cum on my skin, only to be washed away by the hot water of the shower. He kissed up the side of my neck and made his way to my earlobe. He suckled it, very gently and bit it very shyly. I gasped. The sensation along with his stroking was bringing me closer to climax, but I didn't want it to end just yet.

"Oh man, doc. Do you treat all your patients this way?" I asked feeling flushed from all the heat.

He took his soap hand and pressed it against my ass, creating more suds over the skin. He rubbed his fingers around feeling my tight muscles, and eventually worked his way right between my cheeks. He met my rosebud and I gasped. "I'm not that kind of doctor," Wentworth breathed into my ear.

He pressed one soapy finger against my hole and gently pushed in past my sphincter. I let out a deep breath of pleasure. I felt his finger invade my hole and squirm around inside as if he were looking for something. The feeling was wonderful, and the soap helped him move effortlessly around inside of me. Soon a second sausage-sized finger was pressing along my bud, but this one took more pushing to get in.

"Geez, kid," the bear asked. "Are you a virgin?"

"No..." I replied. I was a virgin, at least when it came to other men. I'd practiced on myself with dildos but nothing compared to the feeling of a man having his fingers inside of me like this. And I never used a very large dildo either, so I could imagine how tight my hole felt to the doctor.

My heart was beating fast. Between this hunky bear having two fingers inside me and my body pressed up against his hirsute frame, I was actively fighting back my arousal. It was becoming hard not to be over-stimulated by the attention he was giving my asshole, but then he added, "I'm going for three." And he planted a kiss behind my ear.

I instinctively tried to spread my feet wider apart without slipping on the wet tile and arched my back to give him easier access to my asshole. But his other arm held me in place, making it difficult to accommodate him, and with the insertion of a third finger, I let out an embarrassing yip. He worked his fingers back and forth, loosening up the hole as best he could. I tried to relax, but it was so damn hard with this sexy guy behind me. Once again I was struggling not to cum. Every second was ecstasy, until he stopped and whispered in my ear. "You okay, kid?"

I nodded, exasperated, but had enough humor to reply, "Yeah. But I want the real thing."

Wentworth made a "humph" sound. I could practically hear him smiling. One by one he slowly withdrew his fingers from me and my hole closed up around the emptiness. I almost felt sad to be empty of his presence for a moment, but I really had nothing to worry about. He let go of my chest and placed his hands on my shoulders. He pushed downwards gently, and I followed his unspoken commands, lowering myself to the floor of the shower. I got on all fours like a dog and arched my back, not sure how this was going to play out.

On the ledge with the soap I had also put some body oil I brought with me to the cabin. Something to take along in case things heated up with my would-have-been friends. Well things were heating up alright--the doctor squirted a little of the oil into his hand and, stepping forward out of the stream of water I could hear the slick smacking sound of him pumping his dick with the stuff. He made sure to slick every inch of his cock with it. I looked back over my shoulder and wiggled my butt a little in anticipation. An oiled hand met my hole and massaged around the sphincter, coating me good with the stuff. I moaned softly into the shower floor and it reverberated louder than I wanted it to. The good doc fingered me gently with the oil just enough to coat my insides before quickly pulling out.

Wentworth put both of his hairy legs on either side of my body and squatted down low over me. He held one hand against the vertical bar bolted into the shower wall to steady himself, and his other hand guided his meat stick to my puckered hole. "You ready, Jake?" he asked, a little hint of apprehension in his voice. But I wasn't afraid. I was fucking thrilled.

"Yes! Please, fuck me doc."

With that his mushroom pushed against my hole and found its way in. His head felt so hot compared to his fingers, I couldn't wait for the rest of him to be inside of me. Surprised by my own tenacity I leaned backwards a little, helping him push into my hole. The feeling was nothing like the dildos I'd practiced on. He was much more girthy and filled up my colon perfectly. He continued to slide into me, slowly at first, then a little faster. I was so turned on, I could have practically squirted right then and there. I could feel the bear's heartbeat make his cock throb, which tickled my insides. He slowed down, and I thought he was all the way in, but he surprised me starting up again and pushing more in. I couldn't believe how much cock this guy had. Another inch and I felt full.

Finally after what seemed like ages he bottomed out side me. He pressed his glorious bush against my hole and his nuts wedged themselves up against my taint.

The doc let out n almost pained grunt. "Jesus Christ, kid, you're tight."

"Just shut up and fuck me." I demanded.

"Okay, get ready kid." He withdrew a little of his cock and then pushed it back into me. I felt almost fuller than before, and then empty again as he slowly began his assault on my ass. It felt fucking amazing, but also really painful, to have this man drilling me. And he hadn't even begun! Slowly, like an old steam-powered train, he'd back off and then ram me home again, back off and ram me home again. With each thrust I let out a little squeal of agony, like a pig being gutted. But those noises only spurred him on. He picked up speed, pulling out and thrusting back in, the oily, sloppy sounds almost being heard over the sound of the shower.

On one particularly strong thrust I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but the doc kept fucking me like his life depended on it. Sas must have heard my moan because the next thing I knew the creature came around the doorway and saw us. He had a perplexed look on his face like he wasn't sure what he heard, almost fearful of my safety. But when he came into the bathroom, he cocked his head and muttered something.

Having full control of his cock spearing me over and over, the dock placed his oiled-up hand on my shoulder, digging into the muscle to get a firm grip. I winced at the pain and I knew I'd have a bruise later, but I almost relished it like it would be a trophy of my hard-earned fucking.

"Hey, buddy," the doctor greeted Sas without even skipping a beat with his thrusts. "Did this little bitch's mewling scare you?" I could tell from Sas's expression he didn't understand what the words "bitch" or "mewling" meant. He approached me anyway, half concerned and half entranced by what he was seeing.

"Hey, Sas," I said, each word punctuated with a punch to my gut by the doctor's meat. "I'm glad to see you're up." I wasn't sure what else to say, having this beast walk in and see his mentor and his new friend fucking like animals. But as was to be expected with Sas's instincts, he didn't care about modesty. His own cock was engorging, quickly growing to its masterful eleven inches. He stroked it mindlessly, his attention still focused on us.

"You see, Jeremy," the doctor said between labored breaths, "this is how human males mate. If you're a good boy, you can mate with Jake next."

"Wait, what? I--ohhhh," I tried to protest but the doctor's thrusts were making my mind race. Sas walked up to us and entered the shower. He sat down right in front of me as closely as he could, still studying the way my body was being used as a fleshlight for the doctor. He studied me with his big eyes and smiled dumbly, still pumping his own cock without even realizing he was pumping it.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh doc, keep going, please. I can't hold back anymore. I need to cum. I need to cum." I wore a pained grimace on my face pleading with the doctor, but my eyes were locked on Sas's. I think the beast thought I was talking to him because his eyes lit up. In a quick motion he laid down on his back and, like a mechanic slipping under a car, he scooted himself head-first between my arms under my torso. He aimed his face square at my cock, seized it by the base, and shoved it into his mouth.

It was all over. My orgasm ripped through me like a bolt of lightning. I let out a scream with each convulsion of my cock. Sas happily sucked away, milking me for every drop. I felt his tongue lap around my cock head and my left leg wanted to kick like a dog's. My scream was too much for Wentworth, too, because suddenly he pushed his cock in as hard as he could. My insides swelled as his cream filled me up. I relished in the warmth cascading through my innards and the warmth enveloping my cock.

I writhed for what felt like eons until I collapsed, spent, onto my fuzzy friend. The doctor pulled his cock out of my thirsty hole with a small popping sound. He stood upright, panting like he'd ran a marathon, and then he stumbled a few steps into the shower wall and slowly slid down into a sitting position. I couldn't move. The only movements I was making were my body twitches from Sas suckling on my cockhead.

"Sas, Sas!" I tried to speak but the words wouldn't come. "Sas, please!"

"Jeremy," Wentworth huffed, "let the poor boy go."

Beneath me I heard Sas make an "aww man" sound and a second later my cock found the air again. Sas easily rolled me off of him and he stood up, his short attention span suddenly finding the shower head very interesting. The doctor and I laughed together, the echoes filling the room.

We took a few moments of silence for us to catch our breaths while the beast played with the water. Finally the doctor said, "I think we should wash Jeremy before the hot water runs out. He needs it the most."

I sat up, my asshole still throbbing from the pounding it just got. "Well I think we're about up for the hot water. But something tells me Sas won't mind a cold shower."

The two of us managed to scrub down the beast before the water really went cold. He didn't mind it--I imagine he was enjoying the attention and the scrubbing more than anything. The doctor explained that he'd given Sas more baths than he could remember, so I didn't have to worry about the creature trying to eat the soap or anything strange like that.

The Sasquatch had to stoop to stand in the shower. I lathered up his legs and butt while Wentworth cleaned his torso. From my view down below I thoroughly enjoyed the naked doc soaping up this great beast. It was almost amazing to watch the man's soft curves work and jiggle while he massaged the taught muscles of the creature in front of him. They were like two opposites, their only similarity being their body hair. I smiled at the weird comparison.

Finally we had finished. With the beast rinsed I shut off the water. I handed two towels to the doctor before retrieving my own, wrapping it around my waist. The doc toweled off the monster, who, cooed gently from the rubbing. Then he turned to his own shivering body and wrapped himself up. I had to chuckle at Sas. With his body freshly washed and dried, his hair was puffing out like a puppy. I reached out to smooth it over, and he sighed at my petting.

"Poor thing only got to catch the end of our fun." I said, still petting Sas with one hand and using the other to hold my towel in place. "We're going to have to do something about that."

"We should, and we will," said the doctor, toweling off his crotch, "But let's eat first. I'm sure he's getting hungry."

I agreed. The doctor and I put our clothes back on and Sas just meandered around in the nude again. We'd slept in late and took our time with the shower. By the time I had prepared lunch and we had eaten it was after noon. With our bellies full and feeling recharged after our morning romp, we had enough energy now to answer Sas's demands.

The big guy had been frisky up to the meal and after, sniffing us both out, trying to grab us as we moved by him, and once he even tried to dry hump me like a dog. I had shooed him off, but now that lunch was over I went to sit with him on the couch. He was in the center, slouched over, kind of like Al Bundy from "Married with Children." I plopped down next to him, and without saying anything, simply put my head in his lap and began to suck on his cock.

Sas jumped a little, clearly not expecting that interaction. Over me I heard him take in a deep breath and huff a low rumbling growing in his chest. His cock was growing, too, the head swelling in my mouth and filling it up. I sucked as hard as I could to please the animal, and it seemed to be working. I took one hand and placed it on his warm shaft and gently started stroking the skin up and down. With his head in my mouth, I'd tug up on the foreskin. There was so much of it that it'd bunch up over my lips as if docking my face. I loved the feeling of that loose flesh over my lips, and I'd stroke down to let it retract and then pull it up again.

Wentworth had come around the side and was watching me intently. "Wow, kid, you're pretty horny, aren't you?" Like he was one to talk. I could already see his cock hardening under his pants.

I leaned off Sas's cock just long enough to answer the doctor, "What? He never got off. I don't want Sas to feel left out." And with that I dove back onto that monster cock. The Sasquatch grumbled merrily. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the doctor sit in the armchair next to the sofa. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, then eased out of his pants just enough to free his fat cock. He licked across the entirety of his right hand and then used the wetted skin to start to beat off.

"Well, don't mind me then." The doctor said, working his cock in time to my own bobbing head.

I smiled around Sas's cock. My own dick had gone rigid in my pants, and with my free hand I undid the clasp on my pants and squirmed out of them down to my knees. The freedom felt good as my cock popped out. But refocusing on blowing the Sasquatch, I eagerly put both hands on the beast now and worked the flesh as best as I could. Sas was mumbling contentedly, and he placed a massive hand on the back of my head. He started playing with my hair, and I had to admit the massage felt lovely.

Soon though my jaw was aching and I had to pull off of him. I leaned back and took a deep breath. Sas looked almost hurt that I was taking a break, but I kissed him gingerly on the cheek to know I still cared about his needs. He smiled one of his goofy smiles and kissed me on the cheek, too. What a lovable giant.

"What's wrong, boy? Is he too much for you?" the doctor quipped jokingly.

I was surprised that this man was the same shy man who knocked on my door yesterday. I guess he must've loosened up.

"Yeah, I mean, Sas is, like, eleven inches!" I looked down at the pulsing member, and gave it some more strokes to soothe the beast. "And to be honest, I think I'd rather ride this thing."

"Can you?" the doctor laughed.

I scoffed. "Psh. I took you, didn't I?"

"Barely." The doctor noted, giving his dick a few more pumps for good measure. Some precum oozed out of the piss slit. The doctor scooped it up with one finger and brought it to his lips. My dick twitched. "Although..."

"Although, what?" I asked, wondering what he was thinking.

"Although, maybe you could take him. I would really like to see that."

I rolled my eyes. "You sure are a voyeur, Doc."

He shrugged. "In that way, yes, I would like to see it, but I would also like to witness Sas's mating habits. I think he's been docile with us because we're putting him in our mouths. But if we found, say, another..." he paused, searching for the right word.

"Another hole to fuck?"

"Ha! Yes, that. Maybe if we found that for him, he would be happy."

I arched a brow and smiled cheekily. I stood up--against Sas's complaints--and went over to the doctor. I put one hand on each of the arm rests, leaned over, and took a quick suck on his cock, just enough to clean the precum off his head. The doctor spasmed a little at the contact. "So then, Doc, what did you have in mind?"

The doctor gave me a quick kiss and stood up out of the chair. He shucked off his pants and led me and Sas into the bedroom, where I dropped my own pants to the floor. Wentworth disappeared for a second and then returned with the bottle of oil from the bathroom.

Wentworth peeled off his shirt, revealing the sexy bear body I was quickly growing to love. I did the same. "Now, Jeremy," the doctor began, putting one arm on the Sasquatch. Sas gave him an inquisitive look. "How would you like to mate with Jake?" The creature didn't seem to understand and looked back and forth between myself and the doctor. He understood that something was about to happen, his dick still hard from my sucking, but I could tell he wasn't sure what was next. "Mate, Jeremy, mate." The doctor with his own dick hard made some thrusting motions into the air and used his arms as if he were holding my ass and pounding it.

The beast's eyes lit up at the offer, but then grew concerned.

"What's wrong, Sas?"

Sas pointed one finger at himself and then at me, and then mimicked the thrusting motions the doctor made. Wentworth and I said "yes" in unison. The giant still had that concerned look on his face, then he pointed to his own dick. He held out his hands about a foot apart, indicating how big his cock was. Then he pointed to me and made a hand gesture implying I was very, very small. I actually smiled and gave Sas a quick hug. I couldn't believe how thoughtful he was being, not wanting to hurt me.

I put a reassuring hand on him and said, "It's okay, Sas. I want you to..." I tried to use the word the doctor used, but it sounded odd. "Mate with me," I said finally.

The doctor also patted Sas reassuringly on the arm, and then made a motion to me to have me bend over. I stripped out of the last of my clothes and got on my knees on the bed. The doctor gathered some oil in his hand and quickly wiped my hole with the stuff. It felt colder than before and I shivered, but it warmed up awfully fast. One finger, two fingers, three fingers... he had me ready to go in no time. My hole was still sore from this morning, but I know it wasn't going to be anything like how it'd feel tomorrow.

The doctor worked his fingers in my hole for probably a solid ten minutes getting me good and lubed up on the inside. He added more and more oil than I imagined my body could even hold, making sure I could take the full length and girth of Sas's eleven inches. Suddenly he withdrew his fingers from me and I heard him squeeze more body lotion out into his hands. Sas groaned. He must have been slicking up the creature's cock with the stuff too.

When he was done, the doctor came around and sat on the bed. "Alright now, Jake. Before we do anything, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I've never seen a cock so, well, immense."

"Don't make me second guess myself, Doc. If anything I'm doing this for science, right? So you can observe Sas's mating habits." I smiled a weak smile, trying not to think about how painful this might be.

"Alrighty then," he laid down on the bed with his back propped up against some pillows against the headboard. "Jake I think it's best if you lay down on me. We need to keep your hips as level to Jeremy's as possible." I shimmied forward into the loving embrace of the doctor. I rested my head on his chest just below his beard, which scratched over my forehead. Wentworth wrapped his husky arms around me, as if trying to shelter me from the intense pummeling my ass was about to take. I wrapped my own arms around his barrel-sized chest. He kissed me lovingly on the head. I opened my legs wide to straddle the good doctor as best as I could. His wide hips made it difficult, but at the same time, I felt like I was truly in the best position to be fucked. My own cock, now leaking, was grinding against the wiry fur of the doctor's belly.

"Okay, now, Jeremy," he said rather seriously. He beckoned the creature forward and I felt the edge of the bed behind me dip with Sas's weight. "Only pit a little inside Jake. Very slowly." He said the last two words very loudly to emphasize the point.

I heard the monster grumble something and then felt the warm wetness of Sas's head poking at my back door. Thankfully Sas could understand the doctor and was even reticent to hurt me. He pushed surprisingly gently against my hole and I took him readily. My hole stretched out around the cockhead and greedily ate the monster's swollen head. It hurt, but it felt wonderful at the same time. It felt almost like someone was shoving a tennis ball up my ass, but one that was smooth and warm. I let out a sigh into the doctor's chest.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" he asked me tenderly. I squeezed him a little in appreciation, but said, "Yeah. His head is inside me but it feels so fucking good."

The doctor took that as a sign to continue. "Okay, Jeremy, now slowly give him more." He emphasized the word slowly again. The beast growled ominously behind me and suddenly I was taking more of him into me. It was insane--if my colon was stuffed with the doctor, then it was being stretched to its fucking limits with this beast. I felt like a meat casing when a butcher fills it to make sausage. I let out some embarrassing yelps and moans as the beast entered me more deeply. He may as well have been fisting me with how enormous his cock was. As the creature continued, my moans became louder and more pained. Soon I was practically crying an octave higher.

"Holy shit. Holy shit." I panted. It took everything I had to keep myself relaxed as Sas filled me like a water balloon. The doctor whispered sweetly and petted my head tenderly. It felt surprisingly sweet. He kissed me on the forehead again. "I'm okay. I'm okay," I assured him.

Soon the beast stopped and had me fully spitted on his cock. Sas had blown well past my prostate and was sitting well up inside me. I almost felt like he had managed to push some of my insides around to accommodate his girth. The pain was intense but so was the pleasure, and with all of it combined I didn't know whether to cry out in misery or delight.

"Okay, now slowly, you may mate," The doctor commanded. There was that weird word again, but I didn't have time to dwell on it, because Sas withdrew his cock and--very gently--rammed it back inside of me. I cried out in the searing agony of it, and the doctor petted me lovingly again. "I know, Jake, I know. It'll be okay."

But it wasn't going to be okay and I relished in it. The beast's instincts took over and he began to pick up speed. With each thrust I gasped in agony, but that only seemed to spur on Sas's motions. He was beginning to pant now like a wild animal, low and guttural moans escaped his chest. He clamped his enormous paws on my shoulder and dug into the flesh, still tender from the doctor hours previously.

"Fuckin' ay, Doc! It hurts! Oh my fucking god, it hurts!" I screamed. My face was red and grimaced and my head kept falling forward into the doctor's chest with each of Sas's thrusts. Down below, my cock was as rigid as it had ever been in my life, and I felt like I was impaling the good doctor and about to give him an appendectomy. He didn't care. He clenched me tighter to keep me from moving. His crushing arms held me so tightly that between my own pain and Sas's pounding I could hardly breathe. I looked up at the doctor, his own eyes fixed lovingly on me. The beast picked up more speed and a tear streamed down my left cheek.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to tell him to stop?" the doctor was very concerned yet the raging boner he sported beneath me told me he was just as hot for this as I was. I let out another tear and practically screamed to him, "No! Nooo, I want his cum, goddamnit!" Wentworth smiled and pecked me on the lips as if to thank me for my courage.

The animal kept fucking me in earnest. The red-hot thrusting in my gut was unbearable but I held on. With each sharp plunge from the beast pain ripped through my body. And I fucking loved it. His cock was massaging my prostate indirectly and I knew I wouldn't last long. I didn't even try to hold back my orgasm. The slime trail I was plastering on the Doc's belly was met with a new surge of fresh cum. I twitched and convulsed in the Doc's arms but unable to move freely. The doc knew I was cumming and just kept stroking my hair. "That's good, Jake. You're doing great, Jake."

Soon the beast behind me was at his edge too. Without any warning he let out a roar that made both myself and the doctor start in terror. A lion would have been jealous of the sound that animal was making. The damn windows in the cabin seemed to rattle and my heart skipped several beats from the fear Sas instilled in me. Within me Sas unloaded all the cum his meaty balls were holding. My insides flooded with the stuff, filling every nook and crevice his cock hadn't managed to fill. The heat was overwhelming. The flood of beast-cum made my belly expand and I felt almost pregnant with his juices. I loved it. I loved every second of it being bred by this animal.

But the fucker didn't stop. Despite the earth-shattering orgasm he had just had, Sas was still going. His cock had twitched and jiggled inside of me from the sensitivity of my own tight guts, but soon the thrusts leveled out and he was pistoning again at full force.He fucked me through his orgasm and kept going like a train whose breaks failed. With my gut full of his cum he had more lube to keep going. I could feel it sloshing around inside me with his strokes making sickening, slurping sounds in my ass.

"Doc! Doc, he's still going!" I said, almost begging to ask him to stop. Wentworth didn't care. He leaned forward and assaulted my mouth with his, sticking his tongue as far into my mouth as it would go. I kissed him back hard, trying to stifle my whimpering. Sas's load was leaking out of my crack, dripping around my nuts and onto Wentworth. I let my tears flow now, in so much pain that I didn't know how I'd ever walk again. Hell, I wasn't sure how I'd ever be able to take a shit again. But the beast kept fucking me. Years of pent up sexual frustration was being unleashed on my ass, and I didn't want it to stop.

A moment later, Sas let out another blood-curdling roar. My insides were flushed with his seed again. The pain was unbearable. Sas still didn't stop. We had unleashed a beast but we couldn't control it.

"He... came again..." I said weakly, feeling overcome by the non-stop pain.

"Are you okay? Jake?"

I couldn't answer. The room was spinning. With a gut full of cum and an ass full of cock, I was completely overwhelmed. The sheer energy being sandwiched between these two immense men was causing a dizzy, sex-induced stupor. The last thing I remember before passing out were the concerned gasps of the doctor becoming more alarmed.

"Jake? Jake! Jake...!"