Animal Urges

Written in a friendly competition with BigBlueProstatePoker, one of the biggest Hank fans I know and a great erotic writer of big, muscled guys.

This is a blog exclusive, as I'm sure Y!Gallery wouldn't take any kinder to Sasquatch than they have to Beast.

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Hank McCoy was glad he'd visited the Cerebral Summit now. A weekend retreat in the Canadian wilderness for science geeks of all breed and classification, it was Science Camp for adults.

The fact that a certain Dr. Walter Langkowski had organized the meeting wasn't exactly low on the list of reasons the blue-furred Beast had literally leaped at the chance to sign up. As Sasquatch of Alpha Flight, Dr. Langkowski had a great deal in common with Hank; a love of action, a desire to make their mark on the intellectual and superhero crowds alike...

...And a rather potent sex drive. Hank licked his lips as he remembered the first time he and Walt had dallianced. The X-Men and Alpha Flight were banding together against some remnant of Weapon X, and the two of them had just come back from the fight, flush with victory and adrenaline surging through their systems. They'd made love that first night like wild animals, Hank burying himself in the Sasquatch's furry orange depths time and again as they'd roared their passion to the skies. Even now, thinking about it made Hank's cock twitch.

And on this, the very first night of the summit, he'd gotten a note taped to his door that had merely said "Woods, 8:30. Naked."

So Hank had abandoned his blue uniform trunks and white lab coat at the forest's edge, massive blue-black tool dangling in the night air as he bounded through the forest, following his keen senses deeper into the shrouding darkness until he saw a campfire.

Kneeling by the fire was the Sasquatch. Naked, orange-furred legs spread wide to allow his tool maximum freedom, he grinned up at McCoy and licked his chops. "McCoy. Wasn't sure if you had enough animal in you t'show."

Hank took in the sight, panting not so much from exertion as from a rising lust. "Believe me when I say...my dear Dr. Langkowski...that my beastly exterior in no way represents the man within. However..." Hank became painfully aware of the steady stream of clear, thick preseed drooling from the end of his aching cock to pool between his feet on the forest floor.

" However, 'Doctor' McCoy, you're horny as hell. Here, in the middle of nature with a savage, hairy animal-man, all your sexual triggers are being pushed." The Sasquatch rose to his impressive, 8-foot height, and lumbered ponderously over to Hank, who regardless of what he told himself, found himself sinking to his knees, muscular thighs spread as his balls rested on them. Walt chuckled darkly as he looked down at his conquest, then slapped Hank in the face with his impressive member...half again as large as the Beast's. Hank couldn't help but wonder how Sasquatch managed to stay modest on missions. Perhaps my esteemed colleague is a grower, rather than a shower?

Then Sasquatch gave him a push, and he was on his back, legs in the air, the heat from the fire almost burning the underside of his thighs. Grasping his ankles with his massive paws, Hank spread his legs wide with a whimper, and Walter leaned down and buried his face in the Beast's entrance, his tongue digging at that dark purple rosebud with screamed for attention. As Sasquatch's massive hands came up to grab hold of his scuplted, titanic thighs, Hank reached around and fisted his blue-black cock madly, relishing in the feel as precome coated his fur, heated pleasantly by the fire until it felt as if he were getting a hot oil bath.

Each stroke of Sasquatch's tongue that penetrated Hank's depths elicited a fresh moan as the Beast writhed under his lover's ministrations. His cock jerked and spasmed in his fist as he did so, streams of clear pre hitting Walt in the face. Not that Sasquatch minded - the taste and smell of Hank, his clean purple sweetness and strong male musk, was intoxicating, and he felt half-ready to shoot without even touching himself.

"Ohh...Walter...if you do not desist soon, I fear I may have...a prematu-OOOHHH!" Hank's warning degenerated into a bestial howl as a fresh assault from Walt's tongue drove him over the edge, puimping his cock furiously as it erupted veritable quarts of semen all over his blue fur, staining it with streaks of white and filling his mouth when he opened up to catch it. Panting, he let his body relax, and Sasquatch lifed his head in some disbelief.

"TELL me that ain't it."

Hank smiled, and shook his head. "Not in the least, my good animal-man. You see...one of the wonderful things about my uniquely mutant physiology is that I am possessed of a low-level healing factor." As the Beast spoke, his cum-soaked hand drifted lazily back to his cock, which rose back to attention swiftly as he spoke. "So you're not done in the least. Now, are you going to fill me with that wonderfully voluminous maleness, or am I going to have to take it by force?"

At Hank's words, Walter grinned and loomed over Hank, trapping his body in orange fur even as he buried himself in blue. "Oh, you're gonna take it all right, Blue. You're gonna take every last fuckin' inch."

As he spoke, his drooling, rigid, rampant maleness poised itself at the Beast's moist opening, and then pressed in. Hank moaned like the whore he'd become as he felt inch after inch of Sasquatch's massive, wondrous cock slide in, and his cock, now fully back at attention, slathered them both in precome. They were well and truly soaked, but the fire blazed strong as ever, and before long they felt as if they were in a sauna together, steam from their bodies rolling about them in a hot mist as their lips locked in a hot, sloppy, sensual kiss.

Walt hadn't thought it was possible, but before long every inch of his behemoth dick was buried in Hank's ass, and judging from the groans and whimpers of the Beast beneath him, he was loving the entire thing. Leaning down, he whispered in Hank's pointed ear, "Tell me what you want."

Hank's answer was immediate, desperate, shameless. "FUCK ME, Sasquatch! Hard, deep, fast! Take me with that gargantuan monster and ride me till daybreak!"

"You got it," Walt said, and proceeded to do just that. His cock started pistoning in and out of Hank McCoy's begging ass, unloading more than enough precome to lubricate the passage so that Hank suffered no pain, only the fierce, savage pleasure that came with being fucked like an animal. For his part, the Beast howled and moaned shamelessly, rolling his ass so that it came up to meet every one of Walt's thrusts as his big, powerful, furry legs hooked around Sasquatch's waist, his cock jerking forward with each thrust to smack Walt's hard, furry abs, before falling back to slap Hank's massive, slablike pectorals, sending more glittering trails of preseed with every delicious thrust. Walt started catching the stuff in his mouth as he fucked Hank, swallowing it down like nectar as he savored the rich, heady taste, and used the lust it filled him with to slam into the Beast's blue backside with a fresh barrage of hammering thrusts.

They kept at it like that for what seemed like forever, howling out in twin, animalistic expressions of esctasy, their reason and intellect completely subjugated by their lust for each other and the passion with which they plowed each other.

Finally, as the sun started to peek through the tree branches, Sasquatch tensed up, hilted himself in Hank's ass, and roared, louder and mightier than ever, as his cock swelled up and sent geysers of come to flood the Beast's insides as Hank jerked his cock, grunting and growling, until it, too, exploded in a wash of semen that soaked into both their fur coats. The orgasms that accompanied the cumshots were explosions of powerful, raw male essence that seared through both men's bodies, making them scream their pleasure until they both collapsed on the forest floor, completely spent, as the fire finally died.

When the sun finally shone on them, Hank's legs were still wrapped around Walt's waist, holding the Sasquatch's massive tool inside him. When the two of them separated, letting the oceans of cum that Walt had pumped into Hank finally leak out, they shared one last, hot, passionate kiss before they broke off.

"You...you're really somethin', Blue. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"I...may have been informed of it...a time or thrice over my illustrious career," Hank panted out as he sat up.

"Anytime you feel the need for a big beast-cock in ya, you know who to call," Walt said with a grin.

"I shall endeavor to make you the first aware in just such an occurrence," Hank replied. Walt grinned, and lumbered deeper into the woods, where Hank knew there was a spring he could wash off in.

For his part, Hank loped back to the forest's edge, where he collected his trunks and labcoat. He didn't want to wash off the evidence of their night of animalistic passion just yet. I can always shower when I return to my room, he thought. My presentation isn't for another few hours anyway.

In fact...With a grin that had suddenly gone very feral, Hank McCoy turned around, and bounded back into the woods. He had plenty of time for another round or two with the Sasquatch before he had to get ready for his lecture...

And he could make very good use of that time.