Date: Sun, 03 Sep 2000 03:02:40 GMT From: Dream Spinner 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.