Befriending a Sasquatch

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This is a work of fiction; all characters are over the age of 18. This story contains scenes depicting sexual encounters between two consenting men and a (consenting man-beast).

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Befriending a Sasquatch

Chapter 4

I couldn't have been out for more than two minutes, but I woke up feeling more embarrassed than I'd ever been in my life. I opened one eye slowly and saw the doctor had gotten up to tend to Sas. The beast had removed himself from my guts and was panting, coming down from the obvious high he had been in while he fucked the living daylights out of me. The doctor was talking calmly to him to ease him back, which didn't take very long anyway. Soon the creature looked down at me with his big, dopey eyes full of remorse, clearly afraid he had hurt me.

I smiled weakly to try to reassure him. "Wow, Sas, I don't think I'll ever walk right again."

The joke did nothing to ebb Sas's guilt, and before I knew what was happening, Sas had scooped me into his arms and was cradling me gently to his massive chest. I nuzzled into his forested pecs and raised my arm around him to pat him reassuringly on the back. "It's okay, Sas, it's okay. No harm, no foul."

Doctor Wentworth found his glasses and put them back on his face, and came over to the two of us looking rather meek. "I'm so t-terribly sorry, Jake." He stammered. "If I had known that Sas would have lost control of himself so easily--"

"Think nothing of it, Doc. I had found my voice, and immediately tried to stopper up the flow of emotions coming from my two lovers. "I was loving the shit out of it. I guess I just bit off more than I could chew." Sas looked down at me pleadingly, and I reached up and patted him on the cheek. "I'm okay, Sas. Really. You were just... too much man for me to handle." I winked.

Even the doctor had to make a little chuckle. "Considering that he's less man than either of us," he added to my comment.

I wiggled my way free of Sas's grasp, but when my feet hit the floor my knees almost buckled. A pain shot up through my insides that made me feel weak. With a little grunt I righted myself and beamed at the doctor. "See, good as new."

"Sorry, kid, I don't buy it. I think we're gonna need to give your asshole a rest."

I felt a twinge of panic. "What? No! I'm totally fine, I could--" I stepped forward and another quick pain jolted through me, making me wince. The doctor looked at me, unconvinced.

"I think you need a little downtime. Maybe we can pick this up later."

I stomped my foot like a petulant child, but the doc wasn't having it. With Sas mumbling remorsefully in the background, I sighed and gave up. I think Sas's overindulgence and my inability to take a cock had put a huge damper on the evening, maybe even the rest of their time staying with me--however much longer that might be. Suddenly I realized I only had a few days left before I had to return to my humdrum life at college, and that thought only made the atmosphere seem dourer.

But I didn't want to dwell on that. I wanted to have a good time. I wanted to pick things back up where I had so stupidly dropped them. Maybe there was something fun I could do to lighten the mood.

"Wait a minute," I said half to myself and half to the doctor.

He cocked his head. "Yes?"

I looked between the doctor and Sas and then flashed a quick grin. Without saying anything, I took both men by the hand and led them--still naked--out into the living room. My insides twitched with pain every time I put a foot down, but I did my best to keep my gait straight and refrain from making any faces. I took the two gents through the living room and into the den on the other side of the cabin. The somewhat small room was paneled in wood, with a couple of bookshelves lining the walls along with a fake deer head or two. Sas saw the deer head on the wall opposite the doorway, but said nothing. I laughed at his discomfort.

"What are you doing, Jake? Can I at least put my clothes back on?" Wentworth asked.

I didn't answer him. Instead I left the room and reappeared a couple of moments later with all the pillows that I could find in the house, as well as a heap of blankets and sheets. "Jake?" the doctor asked again, but I ignored him and disappeared again, returning from the kitchen with my arms full of food--chocolate bars, bags of marshmallows, and boxes of graham crackers. I set the food down on the coffee table and dragged it out of the way of the fireplace.

Throwing the heap of blankets and pillows unceremoniously on the floor, I turned and asked my studs, "Who's up for a campout?

With the dried logs that we kept in the den and my own experience starting the fire in this cabin over the years, it didn't take long for me to have the fireplace glowing with heat. Now that the sun had completely set the house was dark, save for the blazing fireplace. Sas looked enraptured by the fire--probably something he hadn't seen before. He seemed to have enough sense not to put his hand in it though; just getting close to it seemed like enough for the hairy beast to sate his curiosity.

I busted out the chocolate and marshmallows and got to work making s'mores, with the two dummies sitting watching me intently. The doctor looked genuinely hungry and Sas just plain intrigued. While the s'mores cooked, I gestured for the doctor to spread out the blankets and pillows. He did, laying down one fluffy blanket for the three of us to lie on, and pillows to prop against the sofa so we could lounge. Sas very quickly made himself at home and spread himself across the blankets like a large, hairy cat. The doctor joined me at my side in front of the fire and started to put together a s'more for himself.

"I don't think I've ever given Jeremy any sugar." He said, throwing a sidelong smile at me.

I shrugged. "Then I guess it's gonna be fun watching Sas on a sugar high." I pulled the marshmallow out of the fire and sandwiched it between two graham crackers and the chocolate. I turned and handed it to my fuzzy companion behind me, and Sas snatched it up readily. He turned it over as if he didn't understand exactly that it was food, but after giving it a couple sniffs, he threw back the s'more in one gulp. His eyes lit up in delight. The doctor and I giggled over the beast's loud crunching and pleased grunts. Crumbs fell from the corners of this mouth over his carpeted chest. When finished, he opened his mouth and gave me a kooky face that we wanted more. I obliged him and got to work making another s'more.

The doctor put together his own s'more and took a healthy bite out of the unhealthy food. "Mmm," he hummed between munches. "I can't even remember the last time I had s'mores. Or the last time I sat around a fire like this. Probably when I was in college, but that was ages ago." The doctor went to put the s'more back to his lips but being the little gremlin that I am I seized his wrist and took a firm bite out of it. Food always tastes yummier when you steal it. "Hey!" he laughed, "that was mine!"

"Gotta be quicker than that around me. You know how much I like to put things into my mouth."

Wentworth raised a brow mischievously. "Oh yes, I've come to recognize that."

The doctor stuffed the last of the food into his face, but managed to somehow dribble chocolate and melted marshmallow onto his chin. I giggled, and without thinking, leaned in to kiss away the food from his beard. I worked my way up a little and planted a kiss on his lips, which were still fresh with chocolate, too. He quickly pecked me back, swallowed, and then returned to my mouth with more gusto. His sugary tongue poked into my mouth where it met my own tongue ready to play. We kissed rather obnoxiously, the loud and wet sounds filling the tiny den and adding to Sas's own contented grumblings. Wentworth reached around my head and somewhat commandingly pulled me in closer. With my right hand I put down the s'more I was holding and instead ran it over Wentworth's masculine beer gut to his unkempt pubes. His cock was waiting to be touch and instantly began to harden, flooding my palm with its warmth. I gave him a few strokes for good measure and nibbled on his lower lip, sucking up what remained of the chocolate from his treat.

Doc broke the kiss with a few more little pecks, but did not let go of the back of my head. Instead he massaged my hair gently, intimately, and I closed my eyes to the tender touch. "I really am sorry about what happened earlier," he began, his voice low and sonorous. "You've welcomed me and Jeremy into your home, fed and sheltered us, and in my lustful desires I almost compromised your health. Jeremy could have--" his voice caught a little, "hurt you. And I hardly know you well enough to have asked you to take that risk."

"Oh, shut up." I said playfully, and kissed him firmly. "You make it sound like I'm some kind of victim in this. I enjoyed having you and Sas breed me. In fact, I want more!"

The doc shook his head. "No, I can't let you do that. On my honor as a researcher I can't--"

"Oh come on, Doc. Look, I want to get fucked again by you and Sas, and it's gonna happen one way or another. So stow any of that misplaced guilt you've got there and just accept that you better be ready to pump some more loads in me."

I think the doctor didn't know what to say. He just chuckled and kissed me again, and we let that conversation drop.

I made a few more s'mores in between quick make out sessions with the handsome bear, and kept handing them over to Sas so he could stuff them down his gullet. I kept sneaking bites from the doc's s'mores, much to his amusement. But when I handed the Sasquatch his last sandwich, the doctor swung his leg over me and with one strong arm carefully eased me down onto my back. I came to rest my head on Sas's wooly chest. Wentworth kissed me again and ground his lips into my own with a passion I didn't realize this shy man could keep inside him. With a loud smack he released my lips, and running his tongue down my chin and over my neck he lapped up the sugar crystals from the food that had fallen on my body. He arched his back like a mountain lion, and dragged his scratchy beard over my chest. His tongue left a trail of saliva over the flesh of my pecs and down my flat stomach. He kissed his way across my pubes until he found what he'd been searching for, standing at rapt attention of my own full seven inches.

He seized the base in his meaty clutch and my cock belched out a small deluge of precum. With a greedy look in his eye the doctor flicked his tongue deftly across my head and wicked it clean. I spasmed from the contact and grunted awkwardly. "Look, Jake, I know you said you enjoyed being fucked into a coma, but I still feel kind of bad. Let me make it up to you."

Before I could argue with him again he enveloped my entire shaft in his wet mouth and ground his face into my pubes. I let out a low moan of appreciation, which only seemed to wet the man's appetite even more. He let off enough of me and then plunged down again, bathing my dick in his sweet saliva. The sloppy sounds of a wet blowjob were music to my ears. I closed my eyes and relaxed back into Sas, enjoying the attention.

The doctor pulled back off my cock enough to leave just the head in between his lips. He suckled and lashed about my glans with his tongue, coaxing out more of the pre that dribbled forth. Then, he took me fully in his right hand and with a manly grip pulled my cock tight and stuffed as much of the loose skin as he could into his mouth. My cock seemed like hardly enough to sate this man's appetite. He slowly released my flesh from his mouth, slid his hand down to the base of my dick, and then in another slow and massive motion he milked his hand up the full length of my shaft. My cockhead ached in his mouth, feeling like it was taking such a beating from the doctor's fierce tongue and vacuum-like mouth, and trying its hardest to feed him all of the precum I could make.

Sas had actually reached across my chest so he could grab his own gargantuan cock on the other side of me, which had reached its full length in matter of seconds. I looked over at it and watched as he rhythmically bunched his foreskin over his piss slit and then pulled it back down. He was leaking, too, and with each of his slow, methodical strokes, more precum gurgled out and flowed over his colossal fingers.

I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd cum, and the doctor knew it too. His dramatic handling of my cock was making my balls ache in need of release, and the constant action to my glans was causing my body to twitch and writhe under the agonizing sensitivity. I loved every moment of it.

But then the doctor eased off of me. My cock broke free of his vacuous mouth with a loud pop, and he drooled a bit like a crazed man trying to come back to reality. "Jeremy, could you help me here?"

The Sasquatch's ears perked up. In a quick motion the beast dislodged me from my comfortable rest and shimmied out from under me. I flopped back against the pillows. "Hey a little warning, next time?" I chided Sas.

But he wasn't listening. He was eyeing my cock and balls like a hawk trying to determine the swiftest way to plunge into its prey. Wentworth, still holding my cock firm in hand, looked up at Sas to let the beast figure out what he wanted to do. Sas very ungracefully sank down onto his knees, put his hands on the insides of my thighs and pushed my legs widely apart. Putting one arm over my leg he dropped his head low and cocked it sideways to attack my groin from the underside. Then, unexpectedly, he whipped out his tongue and used it to guide both of my balls into his hungry jaws. My nuts and any slack skin my sack had was at once enveloped into Sas's mouth. He ate my balls all the way down to my taint, his soft lips making contact with the sweaty skin.

I didn't have time to gasp, or to even makes sense of the feelings because Wentworth immediately dove onto my shaft for round two. He inhaled me like the pro cocksucker that he was, and took me again right down to the root. I couldn't form a straight thought. Every inch of my privates was in the mouth of a hungry man, cradled in searing, moist heat. The two men almost looked like they were fighting for room over my groin, even though my legs were splayed out as far as I could get them to accommodate them. The doctor's chubby, bearded cheeks rubbed down against Sas's own furry cheeks. Saliva mingled between the two of them and oozed down over my taint and dripped down over the skin.

I wasn't going to last much longer at all. Between Sas swallowing my balls and Wentworth deep-throating my meat stick, I was going into sensory overload. My breath hitched in my chest and I couldn't breathe. I tried panting out small puffs of air, trying to form words, but even basic sounds were a struggle. Wentworth was purely using his mouth at this point, sliding my cock along the full length of his tongue up into his tight throat. He quickly eased off of me and sucked me back in. Sas continued the assault on my nuts. I couldn't take it. I physically could not take it.

"Aww, fuck! D-Doc! I--can't...!"

I was over stimulated. I tried to prop myself up on my elbows but the doctor slammed his palm into my chest and pushed me back down to the floor. I clasped his wrists with my own weak hands and clung as heartily as I could. The orgasm began as an immense tingling in my loins, which fizzled like static up through to my nuts and into the base of my cock. My balls tried to draw up, ready to pump out the immense load of baby batter I knew the doctor and Sas had helped build. But Sas's suction was too strong, and my nuts fought poorly against the strength of the beast's maw. I babbled something incoherently. Both men watched the looked of doped-out bliss play across my face. My cock went off like a canon, blasting out my load frantically, desperately trying to quell the stimulation. The doctor didn't seem to pay any attention to the sheer volume of cum I was creating, and drank it down gulp after gulp like he had been born to suck cock--which I knew he was. My cock throbbed and pulsed in the doctor's mouth, with what little strength I had fading fast. I half panted, half cried out in unintelligible gibberish.

When the orgasm had subsided, Doc drew back and let my cock flop out against my stomach, the poor flesh still trying its damndest to stay hard. He patted Sas on the back, giving him a signal to relax his efforts on my balls. He let them go one by one and released them back to me with a string of spit still clinging on.

The doc swallowed audibly. "Well, kid, do you forgive us?"

Still panting, I wiped my brow and covered my face in my hands. All I could muster was a meager thumbs up and a breathy laugh. The doctor smiled.

Wentworth and Sas both got back down on their knees and eased themselves into reclining positions on either side of me. Sas grasped my tiny panting body and pulled me into his enormous chest, cozily spooning me. I sank deep into his pillowy fur and relished the warmth of his body over the coolness of the cabin air. The doctor moved closer to me and pressed his chunky torso against me, effectively sandwiching me between himself and the beast behind me. The doc leaned in close and kissed me passionately. I opened to his kiss and slid my tongue into his welcoming mouth. He tasted like me--he tasted like cum and cock, a taste that made my own wilting cock begin to jerk back to life.

A few minutes of making out with the beautiful bear in front of me, and the handsy beast behind me feeling around my torso, and my cock had grown back to its full length ready for round two. It was eagerly poking Wentworth and dribbling precum against his tummy. Wentworth shifted to let his own throbbing manhood poke up to mine. They clashed together like two dueling swords, his dick leaking out precum of his own. And while the man hungrily slurped on my lips, I felt a strong and pulsing cock growing between my legs. Sas's own tree-like girth grew to its full height. He very deftly slipped it between my ass cheeks and drove it as close under me as possible. The spongy head ground along my hairy taint and poked its way out just underneath my nut sack. He pulled it back gently and then deeply drove it back. He painted the back of my nuts with his pre-seed.

Each poke of his cock made me twitch and gasp a little. Wentworth noticed this and drew back from the kiss. He brushed a hand over my head, pulling the sweat-slicked hair off of my forehead. "You alright?"

"I need you to fuck me." I answered, not even trying to be coy.

"Oh come on now, Jake, I don't think--"

I put a finger over his lips. "Don't think. Just do. I want you to breed me. Now."

The doctor looked at me seriously for a second but then huffed in resignation. I could see by the look on his face he knew he wasn't going to win an argument here. And I could tell he wanted this just as much as I did. He jumped up rather nimbly and left the room, coming back moments later with the oil we had used before to get my insides nice and slick. He had already lubed up his cock with a healthy, oily sheen and was beating off as he made his way over to the sofa. He sat down and handed me the oil. I squeezed out a good amount and oiled my hole. I could tell I was still really loose from my previous close encounters with the guys from before. No need for foreplay now.

Wentworth made to stand back up from the couch but I pushed him back down. I took hold of his rigid cock, scooted up onto his lap, and guided him inside me. I straddled his hips and rested both of my knees on either side of him, and slowly eased myself down onto his cock. He groaned as my hot pussy ate his cock. At first I felt my hole try to resist his bulbous cockhead, but I wanted this far too much to sit there and fight with my bodily functions. I willed myself to relax and immediately his mushroom pushed past my sphincter inside me. I let out a groan of anticipation and lust. The doc had a feral look in his eyes like something Sas would have. Seeing him like that made my mouth water.

More of his cock poured into me, filling up my colon with its heat. I moaned and gasped and sputtered, sinking lower and lower until my ass reached his pubes. Wentworth took that as his go signal to fuck my brains out. I wasn't ready for it.

He wrapped both masculine hands around my hips and ass cheeks and pulled me up and down onto his cock. The long flesh moved in and out of me with a speed I didn't expect from a man who was seated. But Wentworth made it happen. I could hardly even gyrate my own pelvis: Wentworth was in total control. I could practically feel his butt muscles tensing into the couch, ramming his spike up inside me. He drilled my insides like a madman, any care about hurting me now lost on the winds. My own cock, now dribbling again, bounced around uncontrollably, spraying droplets of precum this way and that. I held on for dear life. The doctor's hairy gut jiggled frantically; his man boobs bounced wildly with each thrust. I laid my hands on his tits and grabbed onto his nipples, pulling them tight between my fingers. They came to rigid points almost immediately. But this only spurred the doctor on. His forehead was dripping with sweat, his breath hitching in shallow breaths. His face was beat red from exertion. He almost looked like he was about to have a heart attack. I'd have stopped him out of concern, but his animal-like fucking felt so goddamn good.

Sas was behind me on the floor. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could hear him grunting under his breath--probably beating his own meat watching the show we were putting on. The doctor kept thrusting. I moved my hands up to his shoulders when suddenly he stopped. But I didn't even have a moment to protest. He leaned forward, easing me backwards. He moved his hands to my back and lowered me backwards very gently.

With his face still red and his breath coming in full pants, he hissed at the sasquatch and jerked his head--a motion to get out of the way. Sas took the hint and scurried aside. The doctor lowered my upper back and head tentatively to the floor. Keeping his cock still inside me, he scooted up to the very edge of the couch and spread his legs as wide as they could go.

I was lying a little awkwardly with my arms splayed out above my head, my head and upper back resting against the blankets kept warm by the Sasquatch. My hips were still in the doc's lap, my ass impaled on his stiff manhood. At the edge of the couch, Wentworth could half crouch over me and still fuck me in earnest. I wrapped my legs around his lower back, trying to draw his meat into me as far as I could. With my back arched like that my cock stood out proudly but awkwardly in the open cabin air. Wentworth wrapped his burly arms underneath my lower back, and with a growl, he began pumping away at me again.

At this angle he could drive even deeper into me than he could when I was sitting in his lap, and my insides sure felt it with every thrust. Wentworth was a madman now, devoid of any reason and fucking me like a man who had spent the last thirty years alone in the woods. I relaxed my head onto the floor and let the man ravage my hole. He was dripping sweat onto my stomach, and drooling a little into his beard. He looked so fucking hot conquering me like that. But it didn't take long for him to come to the edge. He kept looking between my limp torso and the beast standing behind me. From my upside-down view I could see Sas gooning out and jerking off, pumping his own meat in time to the doctor's movements. Soon the doctor looked back at me and then an expression of extreme pain played out on his face. He winced, eyes squinting and mouth agape. A couple of strained noises escaped him, and then his entire body seized up. He crushed my hips in his arms and made a few more agonizing thrusts as his orgasm ripped into him. I felt the warmth of his load blast into my insides and coat the walls. He grunted and panted and twitched a bit more, and with a final groan his arms slackened a little.

I clung to him, refusing to let his cock slip out of me so easily. Even though I could feel it beginning to grow soft inside me, I didn't want to release him--not yet. I didn't want to let any of his juices slip out of me. I stared up at him, unwilling to let him go. And somehow I think he could tell I wanted to have more cum inside of me.

He looked up at the Sasquatch. "Jeremy, it's your turn."

The creature beamed with delight. I was more than ready to be stuffed to the gills by Sas's monster cock. The doctor released his death hold on my hips and slowly slipped his cock out of my hole. But instead of letting me get up, he took my ass and pushed me up over myself. With my head and shoulders still on the floor, the doctor helped me curve my back to roll my legs forward. He held me in place as my legs splayed out above me, and then my legs drooped forward, my knees about a foot away from the ground. I felt like a pretzel, being folded in half like that, with my freshly-seeded hole sticking straight up into the air, twitching and ready to be seeded again. All of the doctor's cum remained inside my gut, just the way I wanted.

Sas moved forward over me. With the doctor's direction he put one massive foot on either side of my body, standing over me like a hairy Colossus of Rhodes. From my angle I saw two furry legs climbing up to a magnificent fur-coated ass and a set of pendulous balls hanging between. I heard the doctor open his mouth wide, and make a low moaning sound which was quickly stifled by Sas's cock. The doctor bobbed back and forth on the creature's member, getting it good and wet with spit. But he had no intention of giving the poor beast a blowjob--he removed his dick from his mouth and slathered it up with the body oil he used on himself. With Wentworth's continued urgings, Sas crouched down low over me and guided the massive mushroom of his erect cock right towards my swollen hole. I saw the doctor's hand still on Sas's cock, helping the beast angle his cock just right to impale me.

The cock head pushed past my sphincter. Shivers ran over the length of my entire body and my nipples became hard points. Sas crouched lower over me and stuffed in another inch of his cock. I moaned with that familiar sensation of mixed pain and pleasure that I was growing to love. Sas arched his back and angled his hips down on me, and pushed further inside me. I felt my whole body trying to be pushed into the floor by the weight of this Sasquatch's motion, but I used was little strength I had to push back in earnest. More of his cock filled me up. My mouth fell open and I moaned like a poltergeist; I was unable to put string a thought together over the sensation of the enormous muscle that was crushing into my insides. I watched in a stupor as the hirsute cock disappeared inside me and the creature's meaty balls moved closer to my taint.

Finally the beast bottomed out inside me, and at that, Sas exploded into action. He drew out the length of his eleven incher and crammed it back in, bolts tearing through me. My prostate, not at the angle I would expect to be stimulated, was being smashed against the meat being driven in and out of me. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt, and somehow at this angle--being completely upside down with this monstrous creature lording over me--I felt like it was the most natural state in the world.

My own cock had never gone soft when transitioning from the doctor to Sas, and in my position it and my balls were dangling above me tantalizingly out of reach. I could hear but couldn't understand the words Wentworth kept feeding the beast--something about not losing control like last time, I think, but trying to fuck me as best as the beast could. Each gyration of Sas's hips had my junk swaying and undulating like fruit on a tree in a windstorm. Precum was building at my piss slit from the shear stimulation in my anus--Sas easily milking my prostate to give more than it could. The drops of precum dribbled out of my bucking penis and landed this way and that. One landed on my lips and I slurped it up.

Doctor Wentworth had both of his hands on Sas's hips, in what I assumed was an attempt to steady the creature's thrusts. Sas didn't need the help. His own right hand was clamped down on my waist, with enough force that I know would leave a bruise tomorrow. But I didn't care. I was immensely turned on by the sight of his hairy balls above me beating against my taint, and above that Sas's masculine and darkly coated back arched forward. His left hand was free, swaying in the air beside him like a cowboy holding his hat while riding a bucking bronco. But I was hardly a bucking bronco. I was a subjugated kid, taking the royal fucking of my life.

With each thrust of Sas's cock into me the force pushed me down more into the floor. My cock came closer and closer to my face, my own balls jerking around in their sack. I seized one of Sas's thick ankles to steady myself. I used my other hand to grab hold of my flailing cock and guide it into my hungry mouth. I wasn't quite flexible enough to get very far, but with my lips drawn up like a duck bill, I managed to stick the head of my own cock right into my mouth. I moaned around my cock head. The doctor peeked around Sas's hips to see me and gave an impressed whistle. I paid no attention to him. I used the tip of my struggling tongue to probe my piss slit, and I used every last ounce of strength in my lips to suck as earnestly as I could. I sucked the precum out of my urethra like milkshake through a straw. I tugged hard on my cock to pull as much precum out of myself as I could. But it was the wrong thing to do.

An impending orgasm boiled up inside me. The fullness I felt from Sas's cock stretching out my hole and the stimulation I gave to my own cock head had built up with almost no warning. The moan around my cockhead turned into a muffled, panicked yelp. My balls drew up above me. I felt the first wave of cum wash through the length of my meat and pulse out over my tongue. I head became excruciatingly sensitive immediately, and it became a downright challenge to keep pumping my cock with my hand. But like a trooper, I pushed through. I assaulted my head with my tongue, drinking down the locally-brewed cum with gusto. My insides had gone rigid. My abs tightened and my butt muscles clenched. My sphincter clamped down around Sas's penis as if desperately trying to prevent any further motion on his part. But the sensation was too much for the beast and brought him over the edge. He threw back his head in blissful agony and let out a guttural groan that made the windows rattle. Above my cock I watched his own balls draw up, and he fired his load deep into my ass. I watched each contraction of his cock and felt accompanying floods of warmth into my bowels. Sas forced what felt like a gallon of his cream inside me before the flood began to ebb. By that time I was wrecked from overstimulation on my own cock.

I released myself from my mouth with a great gasp of air, gaping up helplessly at the creature who had just dominated my asshole. Wentworth was now standing, eye-to-eye with the beast as he was still crouched into me. I could hear Wentworth soothing Sas, trying to coax him into controlling himself and not fuck me to death like before. "Easy now, big guy. Easy. Easy..." he soothed the beast. He rested both hands on Sas's broad and heaving chest, willing the creature to calm down. "Easy, Jeremy, easy. I know you've got more to give and you can do that again in a little while. Easy..." I imagined Wentworth could feel Sas's heartbeat thundering in his chest the way I could still feel his erratic pulse in the cock still lodged in my ass.

But Wentworth's efforts were successful. Sas had stopped bucking and stood over me very serenely coming down of his climactic high. Soon I heard the subtle sounds of lips touching and a soft moan from Wentworth. I hadn't even realized Sas knew how to kiss as he had made no efforts to do it before, but Wentworth seemed to have him trained up to do it.

I heard the kiss break and Sas slowly eased out of me. The length of his member inched out of me. My sphincter caught the bulbous head a little and refused to let go, but with a willful relaxation on my part Sas was able to completely separate from me. My hole felt lonely and cold without Sas inside me, but I knew any more stimulation would have me climbing the walls--more so than I was now. I needed to rest for a moment, just like Wentworth made Sas. Or else I might be facing another blackout.

But Doctor Wentworth wasn't as kind to me as he was to the Sasquatch. Sas moved out of the way to let the doctor back at me. With my freshly creamed ass still up in the air, Wentworth leaned down and pressed his face directly into my ass. I yelped weakly at the sudden contact. His tongue poked around the sensitive hole, licking up the mixture of Sas's beast cream and his own. His moustache ticked my balls and his beard scratched down around my tail bone. He fellated my asshole and made sick, slurping noises like a man drinking soup from a spoon. I tried to clench my sphincter and push out more of the juices for him to eat, but I knew that most of their spunk was down inside my colon trying in vain to get me pregnant. I smiled weakly at the pleasure. I panted, still weak, slurring any words that I tried to speak. "Oh, God, Doc..." I managed to stammer.

The Doc pulled back from my newly cleaned asshole. He wiped his lips against the back of his hand, but cum and spit and still managed to dribble down into his beard. For such a highly educated man he held a look of utter goofiness and childishness. I had to laugh.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked him, feeling positively radiant in the firelight.

"Absolutely," He replied. He grabbed my legs and helped me lower my body back down onto the floor. Once down, my hips and ass completed ached from being strained, and my shoulders and upper back tensed in pain from being in an unnatural position for so long. I felt the blood begin to rush back into my legs. I hadn't realized how much being upside down cut off the circulation to my body. Wentworth, looking a bit tired like I felt, eased himself down on the blanket next to me and snuggled up close. I instinctively curled into his chest, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. "If you give me just a little while I might be ready to go again." He said seductively.

He looked me over. His soft gaze found mine, and I smiled again feeling completely at ease in the arms of a man I had known for only a few days. He leaned in close and kissed at the corner of my mouth, timidly licking at a bit of cum that I had missed when I was sucking myself off. Then his tongue danced over my skin and met my lips. We kissed, rather tenderly in our semi-exhausted state. But I released his lips to answer him. "I'd like to go again." I pecked his lips once more. "Are you sure you'll have it in you?"

We heard mild grunting coming from a few feet away. Sas was still hard as ever and was beating his meat frantically above us. Come to think of it, I don't think he had ever gone soft after having pulled out of me. I knew he still had a lot left in him--I found that out first hand earlier. But I forgot his virility was godly in comparison to Wentworth and me.

I looked back at the doctor. "We should help him with that."

Wentworth smirked. "Yes we should."