Chris sighed contentedly as he sat back into his camp chair and propped his feet up on a log. He a warm fire crackling in front of him, a hot meal in his stomach, and about half a flask worth of whiskey making his head feel as warm as his feet did. It had been a
long
week at the office and he relished this trip. Out here there was no boss with unrealistic deadlines, no cell signal, and no worries about his rather stagnant dating life. Just him, a fire, and nobody else for miles around.
His thoughts settled on his stagnant dating life worry. The actual dating scene in Denver was trash, but thankfully, grindr existed and Chris didn't have to worry about companionship if he wanted it. His hand found his cock over his shorts as he began to reminisce over his most recent hookup, the whiskey urging him along as he stroked his stiffening cock over his pants.
The hookup, James, had been lowkey; he just wanted to fuck, didn't want anything longterm, which was absolutely fine by Chris as long as protection was involved. James was a bottoms' wet dream: 6', fit, with a thick, long cock that curved just perfectly towards the tip. Chris could remember his instant desire at seeing a picture of it, but that did not remotely compare to how he felt when James pulled off his sweatpants after arriving, his cock (definitely a shower, not a grower) already hardening at the sight of Chris's cleanshaven body.
Chris grew harder and harder as his memories drifted back to that hookup. He looked around, remembered how far from literally
anyone
he was, and stood up to undress. He tossed his shirt, shorts, and boxers into his open tent and sat back into his chair, the fire feeling warm against his bare cock as he slowly stroked it.
Chris was quick to the point in a hookup like the one James was looking for. He answered the door naked, well prepped (clean inside and out, some quality time spent with a very good size dildo), and beckoned James in. James stepped out of his sweatpants, cock hardening, and followed Chris to the bedroom as he pulled off his shirt.
By the time they reached the bed James was nearly hard, but Chris still wanted to follow the plan they'd been texting about for a few hours while James finished up at work. James laid down on the bed, his cock nearly vertical, while Chris positioned his firm, round ass over James's face. Chris leaned forward and took hold of James's cock as James began to work his tongue in larger, then smaller more insistent circles around Chris's slightly gaping asshole.
Chris let out a moan at James's expert rimming, but quickly stifled it as he took that thick, perfectly curved cock into his mouth. Chris had a hell of a gag reflex, but he knew that if he worked the shaft while making sloppy work of the tip that James would be coming back for more. That was good; Chris already knew he was going to want more of this near perfect cock.
As Chris played this scene back through his memory his free hand went from his nipple, to his mouth, and down to his asshole as he slid down the chair. He remembered what happened next and wanted to please his present self the same way James had pleased him then.
Chris slid his saliva slick finger into his eager asshole, letting out a moan as it entered. His other hand went from his cock to his nipples, first one, then the other as he began to finger his ass. Knowing he was totally alone, he let himself be heard, gasping as he slid the first finger out to moisten a second, then loudly moaning again as he pressed two fingers into his ass.
The Sasquatch saw the light of the fire from far away and decided to investigate. Previously he had encountered human women and taken them back to his tribe. Their slender, hairless forms were exotic and they made for good entertainment for the males of the group.
As he drew closer he began to hear moans. The Sasquatch was no stranger to moans; human couples often came to his people's woods to make fire, sleep, and fuck. Sometimes he or another in his clan would interrupt, killing the male and taking the female back to the rest of the tribe. This was generally frowned upon, however, as it invited men with guns into the forest searching for the missing couple.
These moans, however, were different. These were deeper; nearly, but not quite, masculine. The Sasquatch moved closer to the fire, his heavy footsteps almost completely silent. As he crept closer to the open area he saw the source of the moans. It was a human male with his feet propped up. He appeared to be... it could not be. This man was penetrating himself in his back hole.
Homosexuality was known amongst sasquatch-kind, but not frequently practiced. It was not taboo, but rare was a male sasquatch willing to use his back hole to pleasure another. To see a male of any species pleasuring himself in this way was a shock. The Sasquatch continued to watch, his eyes taking in the human male's hairless body, his lithe physique, the eagerness with which he penetrated himself. The Sasquatch's cock began to engorge as he looked on; his hand fell to it subconsciously, stroking its massive length as his eyes were glued to this entrancing human male.
James pushed Chris off of him; he was getting to close, Chris was REALLY good with that tongue, and he wanted his cock in the ass he'd been tongue fucking. "Let's keep to our plan, why don't you bring that sweet ass over here and put it to good use?" James said, flexing his cock with a smirk.
"Mmm, I've been waiting for the main course," Chris said as he crawled over James, sliding a condom on him. Chris reached back and grabbed James's cock, positioning it at the entrance to his asshole. Chris rubbed the thick cock across his hungry hole, teasing both of them.
At that, Chris's fingers weren't enough anymore. He was up to three, but he knew he had lube in his jeep and a plethora of cylindrical bottles that would take the place of James's cock better than his fingers. Chris hurried over to the jeep and found the lube in the center console where he kept it for occasions like this. He scrounged around in back, using a headlamp to guide him, before he found a spray sunscreen bottle. He hadn't masturbated with one of these since he was a freshman in college, afraid to have a dildo in a shared dorm, but he was too horny to complain now.
Chris made his way back to the campfire, grabbing an extra blanket from his tent along the way. He laid the blanket out before locking the spray function on the sunscreen and coating the bottom half of the bottle in lube. Chris got on his knees and placed the sunscreen, bottom up, behind him before he sat back onto it, imagining it was James's thick cock. He let out a moan as his asshole accepted this new intruder. It was cold, but he knew it would warm soon enough. Chris began to sit back gently back onto the makeshift dildo, moaning, loving the feeling as it pushed deeper inside of him. His free hand found his nipples, moving from one to the other, as his mind drifted back to James.