Wildman-Caretaker-01**
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**01 **
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May 1945 ------------
During my time in the war I decided when I got home I’d get away from everything and I did. With the money my dad left me I bought seven hundred acres of virgin Washington forest.
"Robert, I've heard some weird stories coming from out of that part of the country." A specialty unit soldier said to me during a massage session.
"Yeah, I've heard," I replied trying to work out a tight knot between his beefy shoulders.
All the guys I worked knew my plan. Nothing unusual about that. Everyone talked about what they’d do once the Nazis were dealt with.
"Doesn't it worry you being alone out there?"
"No, not really." I grew up in the country and loved nature. I felt cramped around people.
Back in the US I spent several months falling trees in late winter, clearing an area dab smack in the middle of my property with the goal of building a small cabin.
It was slow progress but was coming together. I lived in a large tent that could bed 5 men if needed. It had a small stove, handy with driving out damp drizzling rain and chill. I cooked on the top of the stove. It wasn't the easiest to do but I managed.
The only unusual things that happened were loud screaming at night or grunting from different locations in the forest. I marked it down as moose calls. Other times I heard knocking like the moose were hitting their antlers against trees.
Home and an Introduction ----------------------------
Today looked to be a fine day. The rain had stopped enough to allow easier stacking of the cabin log walls. I’d rigged a primitive lever system that let me maneuver big logs on my own. I had to be very careful working with them. There wasn't another living soul for miles nor roads for that matter. I'd gotten here by foot.
It’d taken some time to get the outer wall foundation lined up with stone. On top of that I have about six feet of wall up on all four sides. As I was laying the last log into place I noticed a large black hairy hand at the far end of the log holding it like it was helping me. A few seconds later a huge muscular man appeared looking over the log wall. His head was human like except for the big broad nose and thick brow. His mouth was impossibly wide. He was covered in black hair, thickest on his arms and thinner on his chest and face.
He parted his mouth a little and made a couple of low hoot sounds at me. I was mortified. He stared for a while then sniffed at me. He turned away and appeared at the open doorway. He hesitated at the frame then slowly and gracefully moved toward me. As he got closer he smelled of earth and pine trees.
I wish I could say I was brave. No, I slid down the wall until I was on my ass. If I was thinking at all it was to make myself as non-threatening as possible. He was easily nine feet tall, swollen with muscle.
He squatted a foot from me. I met his eyes. Something about them looked ancient. I watched his black eyes travel my face. He studied my full reddish beard then up to my blond hair pulled back. His eyes traveled down to my chest. He leaned closer into me inhaled deeply. His nose seemed to be steered towards my crotch and finally caught a whiff of I presume my privates because he smiled showing his large horse like teeth and two sharp canines. He moved his hand. I glanced down. His legs were thick as tree trunks. He covered his groin with his right hand. The length of his endowment couldn’t be completely hidden by his one hand. He brushed his hand against the head of the penis. He then moved his hand to me, hairless palm up. A streak of liquid glistened on his gray skin. He was offering his per-cum.
I knew if I didn't get this right things wouldn't go so well for me. I inhaled and slowly took his offered hand with both of mine and brought it to my mouth. His hand was easily two of my hands put together. I leaned over his palm and slowly licked the wet area of the ball of his thumb.
He made a deep rumbling sound. I looked up and his tongue was out. He gently removed his hand and stood. His dick wasn’t hard. I looked up at his eyes. He seemed to be waiting for something. Since he didn't have an erection I figured he wants me to stand up. I stood and he gently put me over his massive shoulder.
I heart was still racing as he took me out of the cabin. I hadn't noticed it was getting dark. This would be the time I would head to my tent and he seemed to be taking me there. He followed the trail I took every day.
He stopped and sat me down on my feet facing me toward the tent flap entrance and gave me a little push toward it. He had obviously been watching me for a while.
He nudged me forward again. Guess I'm being sent to my room. Once inside, in the low light, I got my water canister out and took a long swig then grabbed my shotgun. Checked to make sure it was loaded. I sat down in the middle of the tent and waited for whatever happened next. I didn't have to wait long. Outside close by, I heard men talking in what sounded like Japanese but with occasional clicks and grunts. There were sounds of a shuffle then a bone-shaking roar. Something heavy crashed in the distance, a moment later another roar followed by silence.
After what seemed like an hour I heard the fabric of the tent flap rustled as if someone unfamiliar with how to open it. By this time it was pitch black in the tent except for two large amber glowing eyes looking at me. The wildman from earlier figured out the tent opening. I put the gun down to the side, dung in my pocket, retrieved my matchbox and lit a kerosene lantern. Once my eyes adjusted I could see he was bleeding at a couple of places, his hair roughed up some.
He hesitated then eased in the tent on all fours trying not to bump anything. He came up to me. Even on all fours he towered over me. He unmistakably motioned me to stand up. I was face to face with him now. I lowered my head and I felt a prod to move further into the tent. As I did he followed. At the back of the tent he laid down face up. I looked down in shock at him stretched out on my floor. He caught my eye and pointed at the areas he was bleeding at. Four years in the service patching up wounded men overtook my shock. There was a man of some kind in need of help and I knew what to do.
On closer inspection his wounds weren’t too bad. I carefully cleaned them. One was on his big left pectoral muscle. My tiny hands up against his frame made it easy at being gentle. His nipples were large and sensitive. During the cleaning I brushed up against one causing him to suck in air as it hardened into large peak of firm flesh.
I scanned the whole front of him. No other visual injuries were apparent. Remarkable all of the big guy was able to fit inside. His big feet just touched the tent door flap. He must be around eleven feet tall. The tent is twelve feet in length. He didn’t seem that tall earlier. It must be his massive build makes him look smaller in some weird way. I’m a little over half his height at six foot.
A pull on my arm broke my train of thought. I was being pulled down to him. He positioned me between his arm and torso. The smell wasn’t bad and his body was warm compared to the brisk spring night. His other arm brought my leg over his midsection. He patted my leg. His body relaxed, his breath deepened and slowed. He was asleep. I was trapped where I was so I fell asleep as well. No sense fighting a lost cause.
A Gift ----------
Waking up to being enveloped in a fur suit was interesting. I was also lucky I fell asleep with my pants on because the wildman was spooning me with morning wood.
He woke me and I pretended it was any other morning. After he came back in the tent from peeing I fixed breakfast for us. He watched me the whole time crouched on all fours as I prepared food. He tried to use the silverware like me but it was too small for his hand. So he used his fingers to eat. I’m happy I decided against pancakes. That would of been a mess.
He followed me to the cabin and actually helped me put the remaining logs into position. Around late noon he left. I took the opportunity to do some mud straw mix chinking between the logs. It felt good the cabin won’t take much longer now and it’ll be moved in ready.
I was up on the log wall getting the roof beams in place when wildman walked from out of the forest with a big buck over his shoulder. Looks like we’re having meat this evening. I guess he needs a buddy and I’m it. Lucky me? I’m not sure as of yet. As long as he doesn’t eat me or rape me he might be good to have around. Especially after all that raucous last night.
I got down from the roof and hastily put together a tripod from some big branches laying about from the logs prepared for the cabin. As the wildman got to me I directed him to the game hanger. He laid his gift down. I tied rope around the buck’s left hind leg and pulled him up off the ground.
My visitor had no clue what I was doing. I pulled out my hunting knife and started cleaning his catch. He watched the entire time I removed the hide and tossed it over one of the log walls. I’ll prepare it later to preserve the hide. He must of broke its neck because there was no damage done to the skin.
With the game draining I made a fire and put a meat rack together from odds and ends to lay strips of meat over flame and smoke. That’s what I did after stripping the buck. By the time I sat down by the fire it was dark. Big guy sat next to me, picked me up and sat me on his cross legged lap. His left arm crossed my chest, his left hand had a firm hold of my entire upper right arm. His nose was breathing in my hair on top of my head. His nose moved away and his right arm reached out to the meat on the rack. He removed a couple of strips of meat. He ate one and fed me the other. He did that for a while until I started to refuse them. He kept on eating until the racks were empty.
He must of been full because he started picking at my clothes curious about them. He managed to unbutton a button then he unbuttoned the rest and removed my shirt. He stood me on my feet turned toward him as he played with my pants. I knew were this was going so I took my pants off. I don’t wear underwear. I was fully exposed to him. He seemed to marvel at my bear skin, touching it, moving his hands all over me. I couldn’t help but get hard. I heard him deeply inhale. He pulled me toward him to set again on his lap again. This time my butt crack was resting on his huge dick. His left hand gripped his cock and the index and thumb of his right hand pulled pre-cum from its tip. He used his slick to start masturbating me while he jerked off. I hadn’t came in a while so it didn’t take long for me to shoot. His hand moved from my deflating dick and rubbed up my cum from stomach and chest. He smelled his hand then I heard licking. His jerking quickened. He aimed his dick at me and spouged allover me. After a moment he stood me on my feet and began rubbing his come literally over my entire body.
Next to the fire he laid down and curled up with me in the center. Another night wrapped in a hair suit this time I’m naked.