I Went On A Hunt For The Easter Bigfoot And Now He's Eating My Ass

Heath is a park ranger who loves the great outdoors, but lately his job has started to erode away the pleasure he finds in these natural landscape. These days, it’s all business.

All this changes, however, when Heath finds himself trapped in a desolate mountaintop cabin on the night before Easter Sunday. It’s hear he hears the legend of the Easter Bigfoot, a handsome pink creature with long ears and hard abs. But could such a mysterious force really exist in the wilderness?

Now Heath is follow a trail of colorful eggs to his erotic destiny, and learned that the natural wonder of the great outdoors is all about what you make of it.

This erotic tale is 4,400 words of sizzling human on gay Easter Bigfoot action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, cream pies, and magical holiday creature love.

(Released date: April 2, 2021)

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I WENT ON A HUNT FOR THE EASTER BIGFOOT AND NOW HE’S EATING MY ASS

By Chuck Tingle

I’d been so focused on how dangerous this drive up the mountain would be, that I completely forgot the beautiful vista I’d be treated to along the way. Gazing out across the valley below, it’s hard to not to get lost in the glorious rolling hillsides absolutely covered in trees, these enormous green pines sweeping across the landscape like an emerald blanket.

My truck rattles loudly and I turn my attention back to the road ahead, carefully keeping along this winding, one lane dirt path that meanders its way up the cliffside. There’s just barely enough room for my vehicle to stay upright, and the tiniest wrong move could send me toppling into a vast canyon below.

Even if I do manage to stay in the lane, however, there are a no guarantees. Parts of this path have eroded away, and while the rangers up here have put in a little work to dig even deeper against the face of the cliff, providing more room when needed, there’s no telling if that digging was enough.

Glancing over the edge, I witness rocks and pebbles tumbling down behind me, crunching lose from the ledge under the weight of my wheels.

I shake my head, then surprise myself by laughing out loud. How the hell this I get myself into this?

I became a federal park ranger because I loved conservation and the great outdoors, but after my first few months on the job I’m feeling like it’s much more grueling than I’d predicted. Some of these tasks, like driving up and delivering a new generator in this rickety old truck, are adventures fit for Indiana Jones rather than a guy like me.

Maybe I’m not giving myself enough credit, though. I’m here, after all.

Eventually, this cliffside path pushes back into the trees, slipping away from the edge. I breathe a long sigh of relief, thankful I’ve almost reached my destination after a long afternoon on the road.

Soon enough, I’m rolling into a flat clearing where a massive lodge has been constructed. There’s another park’s department truck pulled up next to the building, belonging to the other ranger who’s been stationed up here.

I park and climb out, then wave as I see a woman coming out to greet me.

“Hey there!” she calls. “Glad you made it alright, those curves can be tricky.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” I reply. “I’m Heath.”

“Courtney,” she replies, giving my hand a firm shake and then continuing past me to check out the generator.

The woman opens the back of my truck, lowering it with a loud clang and climbing into the vehicle’s flat bed. She drops down and inspects this massive piece of machinery that’s been strapped into position.

“Looks good,” she offers. “Think you could help me get it around to the other side of the cabin?”

“That’s what I’m here for,” I retort.

We unstrap the generator and carefully lower it from the bed of the truck, grunting and groaning as we carry it along and place it on the side of the cabin. For as large and awkward as this machine is, it’s not quite as heavy as one might expect.

The old generator is a little worse off, outdated and featuring all kinds of extra parts to weigh it down, but we somehow get the job done with just the two of us.

Soon enough, the replacement has been installed and the old machine is loaded back into my truck, strapped into place and ready to make its return to civilization.

“You’re welcome to stay for a moment before heading back,” Courtney offers. “There’s plenty of room, and the views are incredible.”

“I saw a few of them already,” I reply. “I’d like to get back to the city by nightfall. Tomorrow is Easter Sunday.”

The woman’s eyes go wide. “You’re right! I’d completely forgotten. Well, keep an eye out for the Easter Bigfoot on the way down!”

I laugh. “The Easter Bigfoot?”
 “I know, I know,” Courtney replies with a chuckle. “I’m just messing with you, he’s not gonna come until Sunday, obviously.”

I narrow my eyes. “Wait… I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not.”

Courtney’s expression fades. “You don’t believe in the Easter Bigfoot?”

“It’s not that,” I stammer. “I’ve just never heard of him. I mean, I know plenty of bigfeet, my neighbor is a bigfoot, but I always thought it was the Easter Bunny who came tomorrow.”

“What are you, five?” the woman jokes, shaking her head. “That’s kid’s stuff, the Easter Bigfoot is for adults.”

“Oh,” I reply, not quite sure what to say in return. This ranger assured she wasn’t trying to mess with me, professing the Easter Bigfoot was a real thing, but now I’m not so sure. She’s definitely committed to the bit, regardless.

“Welp, I’ll keep an eye out,” I finally offer awkwardly.

I wave goodbye and climb back into the cab of my truck, shutting the door and starting it up. Soon enough, I’m turning around and heading down the road from which I came, winding through the thick, evergreen trees once again.

It’s a good thing I didn’t stick around, I quickly realize. The sun is beginning to set on the distant horizon, casting the whole scene in a beautiful orange glow but reminding me that time is limited. I certainly won’t be back to the city before nightfall, but I’d like to at least make it down the mountainside.

There’s no way I’d feel comfortable navigating this road in the dark.

Back on the cliff’s edge, I feel torn between making good time and being careful, but I quickly discover it doesn’t matter either way.

I roll to a stop as I find myself greeted by a terrifying sight. Since I was last here the road has eroded away even more, likely due to the weight of my tires on the way up. There before my truck is a huge gaping hole that blocks my path completely.

“Oh shit,” I groan, shaking my head from side to side as I curse my terrible luck.

This is the only way up or down the mountain, meaning there’s going to be a considerable amount of excavation into the side of the cliff before I have a safe path down. It can certainly be done, but not before nightfall.

Looks like I won’t be home for Easter.

I put my truck in reverse and carefully back away from the large, gaping maw. I only get about four feet when, suddenly, the vehicle lurches to one side.

Immediately, panic and anxiety overwhelm me. I can sense gravity shift as stones and pebbles begin to loudly cascade into the canyon below. My truck could be rolling after them any second.

Before things have a chance to become a completedisaster, however, the vehicle stops sliding, resting precariously with one wheel off the edge.

I freeze in place, realizing now that any move I make could send me tumbling to my death. Even my breathing is calm and slow, closly regulated in an effort to keep from shifting my weight.

Once I’m certain everything has settled, I slide across the seat of the truck and carefully open the passenger side door. I slip out and then move away from the vehicle, breathing a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, Courtney and I can use her truck to pull mine back from the brink of oblivion, but I’ve gotta walk back to the ranger station first.

The sky begins to bloom in purple and orange hues as I begin my trek, hiking up the road and back into the forest. As unfortunate as this situation is, I’m actually thankful for this little walk, a moment of peace in the middle of nowhere.

In the truck, I wasn’t fully aware of the sweet piney scent or the gentle breeze that rustled peacefully through the trees. I didn’t hear the faint song of these birds as they gleefully chirped their last melodies of the day.

I also didn’t notice this enormous blue and yellow egg sitting on the side of the road.

Immediately, I stop in my tracks, utterly confused by the presence of the brilliantly colored oval. The hue of the egg looks strange and out of place against the dark tones of the shrubbery around it, popping out at me and drawing all of my focus.

I stand here for a long while, just staring at the bizarre object.

Gradually, however, curiosity begins to build and boil over within me. I creep toward the egg, still struggling to understand how this vibrant object ended up here.

“Huh,” is all that I can think to say, standing right over it and gazing down in confusion.

I pick up this large egg, holding the foot long object in my hands and then cradling it within my arms.

“Guess you’re coming with me,” I continue, speaking to the oval now as I continue my hike.

By the time I arrive back at the cabin the sky has grown dark and the choir of birds have faded into a glorious cascade of crickets. I approach the front door and let myself in, announcing my arrival to Courtney.

“Hey! I had some trouble on the drive down. The road’s out,” I call.

The ranger rounds a corner to greet me, shaking her head with disappointment. “God damn it,” she blurts. “The erosion’s gotten so bad. Don’t worry, we’ll get you sorted out in the mor-”

Suddenly, Courtney stops, gazing down at the colorful egg in shock.

“I found it on the walk back,” I offer.

The ranger smiles and nods. “Told you the Easter Bigfoot is real,” she replies knowingly, a slight smirk on her lips. “Come on.”

Courtney motions toward a nearby table. The two of us stroll over and sit down, placing the egg between us.

“The Easter Bigfoot comes every year to bring adult joy to anyone who finds his eggs,” Courtney explains. “You’re very lucky.”

“Adult joy?” I counter. “What does that mean?”

“Hardcore sex,” Courtney continues. “Fucking.”

“What!” I blurt.

The ranger nods. “I mean, you obviously don’t have to fuck the Easter Bigfoot. The egg is an offering, should you want to take him up on it. Usually, there’s a whole trail of eggs that will lead you to the Easter Bigfoot.”

“I didn’t see anymore eggs,” I reply.

“Maybe you weren’t looking hard enough,” Courtney continues. “Did you check inside to see your prize yet?”

“I didn’t know there was a prize inside,” I offer.

The ranger’s eyes light up. “Go ahead, crack it open!”

I take the egg, gripping it tightly in my hands and now noticing there’s a thin seam down the middle.

There’s a hollow pop as the egg breaks open, revealing a lime green cock ring inside.

“Ooh, cool prize,” Courtney observes.

I remove the cock ring, turning it over in my hands and then placing it in my pocket. “Are you sure this isn’t just some kind of practical joke?” I counter.

“Well, that would be highly inappropriate if it was,” the ranger offers. “I can assure you, the legend of the Easter Bigfoot is very real, but only if your believe in your butt’s heart.”

I just stare at her blankly. “My butt’s… heart?” I continue.

“Yes,” Courtney replies, apparently not finding anything unusual about this comment.

Not knowing what else to do, I finally stand up and announce I’m hitting the hay. We’ll fix this road in the morning, but until then I need to get some rest.

I wake up to a strange feeling that pulses across my body in potent, blissful waves. I’m not entirely sure how to place it, but the one sensation I dorecognize is simple enough: I’m incredibly horny.

I sit up in bed, breathing heavy as I struggle to collect myself. It’s still dark out, but the sun is just beginning to rise as a glowing sliver in the East.

Slowly, I reach down and feel my ass, gasping aloud as I notice a quiet thumping just below the surface: my butt’s heart.

“Do you believe?” comes a strange, whispering voice, floating through the trees like a gentle wind.

“I do,” I reply. “I believe in the Easter Bigfoot.”

Compelled by a powerful arousal, I climb out of bed and pull on my clothes. The whole idea of this mysterious creature in the forest still seems a little crazy to me, but there’s also no denying the magic in the air on this particular Sunday morning.

What’s the harm in going out for a little egg hunt?

I creep my way downstairs and head outside, careful not to make any noise and disturb Courtney from her slumber. By now, the light of day has started to bloom, but the scene is still cast in a soft, hazy fog as dew covers the leaves.

I step out of the cabin’s front door, and although there’s a slight chill in the air, it’s not enough to disturb me. In fact, this crisp sizzle against my skin is quite invigorating.

A sense of adventure flows through my veins, one that I’d always felt a little disconnected from. On the way up here, I was all business, but for the first time in a long while I’ve allowed the wonder of the forest to get under my skin.

I walk softly down the steps and then take a sharp turn to the right, ignoring the dirt road and heading off into the woods. Soon enough, I’m pushing through the thick underbrush, the ferns parting as I drive deeper into the unknown. Despite this early hour, my eyes are sharp and focused, scanning the ground around me as I hunt for these bizarre eggs.

It’s not long before I find one, painted in green and white stripes and tucked away under a tree trunk.

“Ah ha!” I shout, dropping down and reaching into the small nook where this egg has been placed.

I extract the egg and pull it out, then pop it open to find a bottle of chocolate milk syrup held within, the key ingredient to my favorite adult beverage.

My excitement growing, I continue on my way, spotting several more of the eggs as they lead me even deeper into the forest. I’m no longer interested in collecting each individual treasure, however, focused instead on the ultimate goal.

Where is that handsome Easter Bigfoot?

It doesn’t take long to find out.

Soon enough, I’m entering a clearing in the middle of the woods, a brilliant and colorful display before me. A large basket, big enough for a human to stand within, has been placed here, with blue fake grass spilling out over the sides and even more of the eggs placed within.

Of course, the most fascinating thing before me is not the basket itself, but the giant pink bigfoot standing within. He’s turned around, diligently arranging some eggs until he senses my approach and stands in acknowledgement.

The sasquatch is covered in pink fur, with two long ears placed atop his head and a set of muscular, ripped abs. He smiles when he sees me, then nods in my direction.

“Hey man,” he offers.

“Oh… hi,” I reply.

The two of us stand awkwardly for a moment.

“What are you doing out here?” I continue, not knowing what else to say. “Just hiding some eggs?”
 “Yeah, that’s kinda my thing,” he continues.

“Cool, cool,” I reply.

Again, the two of us plunge into a powerful silence. During this time, I notice a helicopter parked among the trees behind him.

“Is that…” I start, trailing off a moment before reframing my question a bit. “I guess I expected something a little more magical.”

The Easter Bigfoot nods. “Just because I need a helicopter to get around and drop off my eggs, doesn’t mean there’s any less magic in the air.”

“It literally does mean that,” I counter.

The Easter Bigfoot laughs. “Alright, sure. I guess all of these holidays are what you make of them. If you want it to be magical and mysterious, that’s fine, and if you want it to just be a tradition without the supernatural trappings, that’s fine, too. Hell, if you don’t wanna celebrate at all, that’s up to you.”

I nod. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

I’m suddenly reminded of my job as a park ranger, the way it’s been slowly transforming into more of a duty and less of the natural connection I was hoping for. This Easter Bigfoot is just going through the motions, too, and I can tell the magic is gone for both of us.

If we want that spark of mystery and wonder, then maybe it’s up to us to get it back. Maybe these experiences really are what we make of them.

“So how much of the legend is true?” I continue. “I heard the Easter Bigfoot fucks whoever finds him.”

The pink, bunny-eared sasquatch laughs. “Well, that’s a little problematic when you actually break it down and think about it. I’m not obligated to pound anyone along my journey today.”

I nod, understanding completely.

“But you know,” the Easter Bigfoot continues, smirking playfully. “I could certainly fuck someone if I wanted to. This is a busy day, and my pilot’s waiting, but if the right cute guy came along it might be worth stopping to enjoy the moment.”

“Oh yeah?” I reply, stepping a little closer to the basket and the handsome pink sasquatch held within.

“Yeah,” he continues, his voice dropping to a whisper now.

We’re right up against each other, the erotic tension continuing to build until finally it breaks. The next thing I know, the Easter Bigfoot and I are kissing passionately, our hands working their way frantically across one another’s bodies.

I give into the moment completely, allowing the carnal hunger to flow through me and take control.

Soon enough, the Easter Bigfoot is stripping away my clothing, revealing my body to the morning light. A soft moan escapes my lips as my form is exposed and the arousal within me continues to build.

I’m trembling now, quaking with anticipation as I watch the handsome Easter Bigfoot’s cock swell. His shaft is utterly enormous, projecting out toward me like a fleshy pink rocket.

Without hesitation, I reach down and wrap my hand around the bigfoot’s rod, gripping him tight. I slowly begin to pump across his length, feeling the way that he grinds back against me and locking in with his rhythm. The two of us gradually gain speed until my hand is simply not enough to get the job done.

Seized with erotic craving, I drop to my knees right there in the blue synthetic grass of this enormous Easter basket. I don’t hesitate, opening wide and taking his girthy member between my lips. I begin to pump my head up and down across his length, servicing him expertly.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” the handsome pink sasquatch groans.

Egged on by his cries of pleasure, I pick up the pace, belligerently hammering my face onto his erect rod until, finally, I’m forced to pull back with a startled gasp. Spit dangles between my lips and the head of his shaft in a long translucent strand, the remnants of my oral adventure, but it’s an adventure that’s only just begun.

I open wide once more and take the Easter Bigfoot’s cock between my lips, only this time I don’t bob up and down across him. Instead, I allow that handsome holiday creature’s cock passage deeper and deeper within me, sliding all the way into my gullet and well past the expected limits of my gag reflex. The next thing I know, my face is pressed up hard against the handsome bigfoot’s rock hard abs.

I stay like this for a long as I possibly can, savoring this moment of complete oral submission to the Easter Bigfoot. Eventually, however, I’m forced to pull back as I run out of air and erupt with a powerful gasp.

At this point I’m utterly consumed with lust. I turn around and fall to my hands and knees in the fake blue grass, popping my ass out toward the sasquatch and reaching back to give it a playful slap.

“Hop over here and pound me with your fat Easter Bigfoot cock,” I snarl.

The muscular holiday creature doesn’t need to be told twice, climbing down into position behind me and aligning his enormous rod with my backdoor.

“Ooo, wait,” I suddenly blurt, reaching out and grabbing ahold of my crumpled pants nearby. I search my pockets and eventually pull forth my vibrating cock ring, handing it back to the sasquatch. “Put this on.”

The bigfoot smiles and gladly accepts this Easter prize. He slips the ring over his enormous rod and turns it on, offering a pleasant tremble as a faint hum fills the air.

“Now, where we’re we?” the Easter Bigfoot offers playfully.

I return to my position, but I don’t feel his cock right away. Instead, the bigfoot leans down behind me, arranging himself in a similar doggystyle crawl.

“You’re so used to giving away the sweets, you never get any for yourself,” I obverse, suddenly realizing what he’s doing. “Go on ahead.”
 The next thing I know, the Easter Bigfoot is plunging his tongue deep into my butthole. He begins to frantically eat my ass, devouring me with unhinged enthusiasm.

Once I’m good and lubed up with his spit, the pink, bunny-eared sasquatch climbs back into position. He aligns his rod with my back door once again, testing the edge of my anal seal and then finally thrusting forward to penetrate my body.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, my eyes rolling back into my head as the bigfoot enters me.

It’d been one thing to take his member between my lips, but up the ass is another story entirely. My fingers grip the grass below me as I tense up, but the Easter Bigfoot is a patient lover that holds tight and refuses to move until I’m ready. The handsome holiday creature stays deep inside, allowing me a moment to adjust to his size.

It’s not long before any sensations of discomfort begin to slip away, dissolving into the ether as they’re replaced by a potent warmth at the pit of my stomach. Eventually, the two of is begin to grind, starting slow and then building speed as the bigfoot moves within my body.

Soon enough, we find a confident rhythm, the Easter Bigfoot slamming away with his enormous cock and flooding my body with a myriad of wonderful sensations. I reach down between my legs and grab ahold of my hanging dick, beating myself off as we go.

These two distinct sources of pleasure immediately begin to swirl, a potent cocktail of lust that amounts to so much more than the sum of its parts. I begin to shake hard, my body tensing up and releasing over and over again as I build toward and impending climax.

“Just like that, just like that,” I repeat over and over again, mumbling the words under my breath as the handsome Easter Bigfoot continues to pound away at me from behind. With every round this phrase grows louder and louder, until eventually my voice is carrying out through the woods in a frantic chant. “Just like that! Just like that!”

The pressure of an impending orgasm works its way across my body, filling me with its aching warmth and threatening to explode until, finally, it erupts within me like a sexual tidal wave.

I throw my head back and let out an unbridled scream, my body spasming as the Easter Bigfoot continues hammering away at my ass with everything he’s got. Hot white jizz erupts from the head of my cock, splattering across the basket below.

The second I’ve finished this muscular sasquatch plunges deep within me and holds, expelling his seed in pump after pump. He fills me to the brim, jizz squirting out from the rim of my tightly packed ass and running down the back of my legs in long thick streaks.

We collapse in a panting heap, fucked senseless and utterly satisfied.

“That was amazing,” I groan.

“It was,” the Easter Bigfoot offers with a smile and a playful kiss on the cheek, “but now I’ve got to run. It’s going to be a long morning.”
 The holiday creature stands up and climbs out of the basket. He begins to make his way back to the helicopter.

I watch him go, smiling and waving as the blades begin spinning. Soon enough, the Easter Bigfoot is boarding his vehicle and taking off into the sky, transforming into a tiny black dot as he disappears into the glow of the morning.

I stay for a minute, then pull my clothes on. I start my walk back to the cabin.

This time I don’t rush as I make my way through the woods. I allow myself to be present, to think about the reason I got into this park ranger business in the first place. There’s a mystery and a wonder in nature, something I’ve been overlooking for far too long.

We’ll get the road cleared soon enough, but there’s no hurry.

This time, I barely notice the colorful hidden eggs that are sporadically hidden along my path. They used to stick out to me, so vibrant against the natural backdrop around them, but that juxtaposition has disappeared.

Now, the trees and bushes seem just as brilliant as the eggs do.