The Man in the Woods

Everything changed of course with the fire. I know people mostly wanted to talk about the war, but we always expected the war. The fire that it set off, that burned everything to nothing, that brought the shift.

We were all living in little cities at that point, regional hubs to manage manufacturing and agrarian interests, bubbles in a nature we never visited. The war was inevitable, but when the fire ravaged us, there was no reason for the cities. We preyed upon one another, the ones that lived either settled into secure communities within the cities running through the resources we could find, or set out walking to find another city not yet destroyed by the slow destruction of society.

I'd been one of the few licensed to work outside the wall, in maintenance. I worked on machines that failed, bits of track, or wall repairs in general. But I could see what was coming and knew what was outside the wall, so as soon as some of the green started coming back, I left.

There were some caves down near the stream where the orchards had been. They weren't big, but they were near the stream which had started coming back to life with more confidence than the land, so I headed down. I found one with a good view of the stream and moved what I had in. Some tools and a bed roll, a pan, all the salt I'd managed to squirrel away from the city, I was comfy. And as the forest regrew, things were good and quiet.

I assumed the people had gone from the city. There had been a few nights when things got loud from that direction, saw some flashes that must have been a city fire, but I was far enough away to be safe. I'd obscured the entrance to my cave and the others around to make sure no lost travelers got curious, and I lived a good life. Lonely, but good. I saw people from time to time come to the stream. It was alarming, but I'd felt safe all the same.

Now being safe in the woods is not the same as feeling safe in the woods, and I know that, so I tried to be aware of changes around me. About four years in, I began to smell something in the evenings. Not when it was light or dark, but in the interstitial periods, the smoky gray of dusk. It was the powerful smell of an animal, or more likely a pack. Probably some sort of dog. I kept in my cave as soon as the sun began to fall and didn't come out until it was high in the air. I'd built simple fortifications when I'd arrived and made sure to close up at night, and I just basically took care of myself.

It had been about two months of smelling the pack before I heard anything. But now, tonight, they are close enough that I can. I'm a heavy sleeper, but I've been awoken by the breathing of an animal outside my cave. My fortifications are still intact, but I'm scared. I remain quiet and slip from my bedroll and crawl toward the entrance to the cave, but I hear it again. And somehow, too late, I hear the breathing behind me.

I freeze.

I'm on my hands and knees, my bedroll behind me, my tools behind me. I turn my head to try to glimpse whatever it is that has somehow gotten past my defenses, that is behind me in the corner of my cave, but I can't see it. There is no clear advantage that I have, no obvious defense. If I move, I am likely not fast enough. If I yell, I could startle an attack. So I stay as quiet and unmoving as possible.

The animal does not. It is snorting and moving toward me and I hold my ground. I feel naked, most of my clothes threadbare, no weapons. I feel fur as it brushes against me, and I tense involuntarily. It stops, it's got to be a bear. I can feel it sniffing near my waist and it begins circling me. I stop breathing except for the shallowest of breaths and it brushes up against my face and waits, my breath on its back legs, slow, rhythmic, hot. It shifts its back legs toward my breath and I feel it against the side of my face, a soft bearded scratching post it rubs against.

It's thinner than the bears I'm accustomed to around here, it must be starving. It could be my lucky day, too old to hunt and losing teeth, only coming this close out of desperation, maybe - but then I feel the side of its genitalia against the head. It grows and stiffens and I stay absolutely still as it rubs against the crook of my neck and jaw, I am absolutely terrified.

HIs cock is hairy, and he turns pulling me into him more, the full length of him rubbing against my neck and face, my sweat lubricating as he grunts out a rhythm I feel like I know somewhere in me. Against my judgement, some instinct takes over, my own cock getting stiff, my breathing falling in with the bear's. He holds me closer and continues to rub and there's something not quite right about his positioning, but before I can figure it out the base of his cock rubs against my mouth and by instinct my tongue is out, rubbing the length of him. He moves faster, I am breathing heavier, he begins to shake, and then HE ROARS!!! I am terrified, I am suddenly out of the moment, I am still stiff, my tongue still out, against this hairy shaft, but for a moment I am terrified and almost panicked enough to run.

His body jerks and he is cumming, on the side of my face and neck, I can feel him shoot over my back and it lands all the way down, near my ass. He slides away a bit, and the head of his cock slaps against my open mouth, cum dripping down on to my tongue as I quickly run it over that spot and I just want to fuck so bad.

But then, to my shock, he gets up on two legs, bent heavily at the waist, and slides my defenses out of the way and steps into the night. Silhouetted in the moonlight he stands up completely and he's taller than any man I've ever seen. His cock swings as he begins to walk, huge, glistening with cum as the light catches it in stride.

You hear stories about the things in the woods, but not stories like this. There was a sasquatch in my cave, he dry fucked the side of my face and came all over me. And as I knelt there and watched him walk away, I pulled my own cock out and finished with my left hand while I ran my right fingers through his cum and licked them, salty but still sweet, pungent. And as soon as I finished myself I began to plan his next visit and how I could get his incredible cock into my mouth while I cleaned the last of his sticky juice from my body and sucked it off of my fingers.