I was a Sasquatch Pt. 03

The content of this story is purely fictional. any similarity in peoples names are accidental All places mentioned are real places At no time are any individuals under the age of 18 ever in contact with any persons in the story.

I don't see any beaches, John.

The hotel manager said to park at the 3rd cut off from the road near the top of the hill then take the foot path over the hill down to the beach.

Do we get naked here where we are parked, or strip after the find the beach?

It will probably be better to wear our shorts and T-shirts at least until we see someone not wearing anything. I wouldn't want to be nude and walk past an area where families are enjoying the day.

What will we do with our clothes?

I bought a small backpack at the store when I went to grab us our coffees, which is just your size, there wasn't one with long enough straps to fit over my shoulders. I also bought a couple of towels. We will carry the towels in the backpack then stow our clothes in it while relaxing and enjoying the sun.

This looks like a good spot John, I wonder if we have to rent those lounges over there to lay on.

I'll walk up to that Bistro and ask the proprietor.

Excuse me Miss, are these lounges for hire?

The Petite blond haired young woman sat up from where she was lounging only to find her mouth was a scant few inches away from John's member, she was staring at the most massive flaccid penis she had ever seen in her life.

John's testicles had remained ascended since last night's romp with Heather.

Licking her lips, too bad there are no balls to go with that monster.

What? Oh, they are here,

Oh, yes, I see them now they look like little boobies. They must be huge to make such large bumps in your body.

Yes, uh, are these lounges for hire?

No, I mean yes, you can rent them, but my uncle stepped away for a few minutes. I am here on summer vacation from college watching his place for him I can sell you a beer but I'm afraid I don't know how much he get for them for the hour or the day.

OK, I'll buy a couple of beers then, here is 100 Euro as a deposit for 2 of the lounges, when your uncle returns if I need to pay more just come to me.

I may come to you anyway just to see that monster again. Chow.

Did you rent us the lounges honey.

I almost got a blow job instead.

These beers are delicious, not anything like beer back home.

John and Heather lay on their loungers and watched the beach walkers pass by. Sometimes a single woman other times a man walking by himself sporting an erection. Many couples both young, middle aged, and the old. Slim, athletic overweight, and one obese couple. Each enjoying themselves, not showing the slightest bit of embarrassment for their body shape or size.

Do you know what I'm thinking John?

I will if you tell me babe.

I was just thinking it is so peaceful and serine here. No one seems to care if someone is old fat, or young, there is none of that body shaming you see at beaches in the USA. Where people always look self-conscious if their body is not hot model perfect. Look at those ladies over there playing volleyball, both teams are made up of women of all shapes and sizes. That lady serving the ball must have at one time had beautiful breasts, now they hang down to her belly button, but it doesn't seem to bother her or her teammates.

What is the beach patrol doing over there?

It looks like they are questioning that guy who was walking past a wile ago with an erection.

There have been other men walking by with erections.

Yes John, but they weren't stroking themselves while walking. I saw him standing at the water's edge just whaling away at his junk.

Another officer seems to be escorting a young-looking woman up to where they are detaining the guy. Does it look like she has a penis?

Yes, it does, and from here not a bad one at that.

Miss is this the man who attacked you?

Yes officer, he grabbed my thing and tried to pull it off then he knocked me to the ground and started wanking himself over the top of me.

Thank you miss, please accept our apologies for being subjected to this man's rude behavior we have seen him around before doing things he shouldn't be doing in public. This is his second offense attacking a woman with your attributes. We can assure you he will not bother you again.

Come with us sir you have purchased a 3 day stay in jail, and will be deported from the Netherlands.

The beach patrolman and Patrol woman handcuffed the nude man then escorted him away.

Oh, wow, they don't fuck around with offenders, do they, John?

You can't blame them babe people come to the beach to have fun not to be harassed by guys like him.

John signaled the young college student standing behind her uncle's bar to come over.

Miss, my wife and I were thinking about taking a stroll up the beach for a ways, could I impose on you to watch out for our gear for a while?

It will be my pleasure sir. If you are heading that way the family area is just around the rock out cropping about a kilometer in the distance, I don't recommend going past that. If you are heading in the opposite direction. That is where guys like the man who was removed from the beach hang out about 2 kilometers down. Not even the beach patrol goes there in numbers fewer than a 6-person squad. With back up on their way.

So, we should only go 1 kilometer in either direction then. Is that about, right?

That would be the best part of the beach anyway sir. Lots of friendly people enjoying themselves at this time of day. There is another bar down that way near where the bad men gather, I'll phone the bar down there and tell them that if you stop by to put your drinks on a tab, my uncle will take care of it that way you won't need to take any money with you. sometimes the bad men will try to take money from visitors.

Thank you, here is another 100 euro to cover our tab.

There is no need sir you already have enough on deposit to cover your expenses.

Then keep it for your college fund.

Yes, sir and thank you.

John, this is so weird.

What's weird babe?

Walking at the water's edge on a public beach without a stitch of clothing and no one seems to care. The only stares we get are when someone notices your empty scrotum.

Some of it could be because you are 5 feet 5 and I am 7 feet 4 honey.

Entschuldigen Sie, meine Frau fragte, was mit Ihren Hoden passiert ist.

Sprechen Sie Englisch?

Ein bisschen

A little OK.

What did he ask you John?

He said his wife wondered what happened to my testicles.

Tell him we were making love and I tickled them with a feather, and they jumped to your stomach.

I'm not sure I am that fluent in German, but I will try. Wir liebten uns und meine Frau kitzelte mich dort mit einer Feder, und sie sprangen mir auf den Bauch.

The German gentleman and his wife started laughing so hard Heather and John began to worry when both fell to the ground still laughing. Eventually the couple stood up still laughing the woman made like she was holding a feather to John's empty strotum and said Coochie Coochie Coo. Coochie coochie. Come out my friends I van to play mit sie.

I can speak better English than Franz, but your German is better than most foreigners Are you Amerikaner?

Yes, we are planning to tour across several countries on our motorcycle.

ist das Großes Motorrad, sorry is that big motorcycle yours?

Yes, we must ride to Frankfurt to pick up a caravan trailer I have ordered.

Vie go you with, ja?

Do you want to travel with us?

Ja, um, yes.

That would be great. We are hoping to meet fellow bikers and form a nude motorcycle ride across Germany,

Das est ein problem

You are saying it is a problem, why?

Est ist verboten, nackt zu reisen.

It is forbidden to travel nude, yes, I get that. Maybe if there are a 100 of us the police won't bother us.

Polizei no let go.

My husband thinks it will be too dangerous to even try. The Polizei will put everyone in jail. But I may know a way we could do it in a few places just not on the Autobahn.

We were not thinking about traveling on the Autobahn Helga. We were thinking of organizing a 500 Km parade, to raise money for a worthy charity or to help people who really need financial assistance, by asking people from the local towns to chip in and donate. Basically, create a sponsored event,

I'm sorry you spoke so fast I could only understand part of it. Are you saying you want to ride across the country through small towns to raise money to help the needy?

Yes, basically that is what Heather and I had in mind.

I will call my brother he knows many who ride motoradds. And he is Landeshauptmann von Dusseldorf. Sorry the governor of Dusseldorf. Vie start in Dusseldorf Ja?

Great, Thanks Helga, Franz, we are staying at the hotel on the right side of the road at the corner just as you go into Zandvoort from here.

Ja, I know the hostel vie see you this night.

Continuing their stroll along the beach Heather couldn't help but go coochie, coochie, coo. Then she playfully pushed hard enough on the 2 huge bulges in his abdomen to knock him over into the water. Then ran into the water after him. They rolled and played until they were in waist deep water to john or almost up to heather's breasts.

Now why did you have to do that honey, my balls popped back into my sack I was perfectly comfortable with them where they were.

So, push them back inside.

They wadded into deeper water then John tried to push his testicles back up in the pocket in his groin.

It's not working babe I can't get them to stay up there.

Let me try something.

Taking a deep breath Heather dove below the surface and started trying to work a couple fingers on one hand into John's anus soon he had managed to get his sphincter to accept not just 2 fingers but her whole slender hand slid inside him, about to run out of air she brought her head above water at his back keeping her hand lodged in his hole.

John, I'm going to massage your prostrate while you try to push your balls up.

It feels like you have your whole hand shoved up my ass babe.

I do, now be quick before someone sees us and thinks we might be doing something in the water.

Heather dove back under the water then positioned herself so she could take John's member in her mouth, while she sucked on it and massaged his prostrate, he suddenly managed to get both his testicles pushed up deep into his abdomen. Then Heather suddenly pulled her hand out of his hole released his penis and swam a few yards away before surfacing. She had given him just enough stimulation on his prostrate and the head of his penis to cause him to cum, shooting a rope of the milky seed into the water.

Oh, God, I can't believe you did that babe, but we are going to have to remain in the water a while until my erection goes down completely. I'm not about to go parading around with a semi and having everyone point at the ugly American who can't refrain from getting a hard on at the beach.

Deciding to swim for a while they swam towards the bar they were told about further down the beach. Heather grew tired after about half a mile and climbed up on John's back as he kept swimming. Nearing the spot where the bar was John stood up and started walking out of the water with Heather still clinging to his back, her legs were wrapped around his stomach.

Two beers please. The giant of a man said as he walked up to the man behind the counter.

Where are your towels, Sir? You can't sit at the tables without a towel, and I cannot allow you to carry your beers away.

We swam here so it was impossible to carry towels with us. How about we take our beers and walk over to the umbrellas like we are looking for a lounge so sit in, finish our beers before we find one then return the bottles and leave.

If that is your wish, but if you would like, I have towels behind the counter for patrons who forgot theirs.

We'll take them, put them on our tab.

Some other patrons heard this. The bartender didn't allow tabs.

Yes, sir all has been arranged.

The couple drank their beers, ordered a plate lunch and more beers. Once they finished their meal, they waved at the bartender, stood up and walked away. Leaving their towels. All this to the astonishment of the other patrons, who couldn't help but wonder who these people were. This was completely out of character for Louis.

Honey, I've had enough fun, sand, and sun for one day. How about we head back to the hotel?

Sounds good to me. Maybe I can talk you into teaching me how to drive that hog of ours.

You are welcome to try babe, but you know the rules of riding bikes, don't you?

What are they?

Simple, if you can pick it up when it is laid over on its side then you can ride it.

No way that's a real rule you made that up.

Ask Franz tonight.

For real? that is a ligament rule.

Stop and think about it for a moment. You are riding your hog on a county lane and suddenly hit a pile of loose leaves in the road, you go down. You are not hurt, and your bike is not seriously damaged, but you are all alone, many miles from town. What do you do?

In the case of that 1200-pound beast you bought I would probably just sit on it in a cry. Or if where it landed it was on soft dirt, I might try to use something to dig a hole under it until it fell upright then ride it out of the hole.

Hahaha, that might be one way. But what if you drop it on asphalt?

First off, the crash bars are wider than the running boards so the bike probably won't go over past them but even if it does most of the weight is down low when the bike is uptight, so even as heavy as it is I can probably rock it enough to get the tires back on the ground. I would lock the front brake with something maybe my belt, make sure the bike is in first gear back up to the seat bend my knees grab the handle bar with one hand and something solid down low with the other, using my knees and my but try to rock it until it starts to bounce then push really hard with my knees. A normal sized touring bike I could probably get stood up. This one I would know that I would need a jack to get it up part way, before I got on it to ride, I would get a small jack and put it in the luggage box or a saddle bag. Do you have a jack for it, John?

No but there will be one in the caravan in case of needing to change a tire. Clever idea though on how to stand a downed bike. But can you stand this one from the kick stand?

I should be able to. Let me try. My legs are barely long enough to reach the ground on this monster. Wait a minute, it has air ride on the rear I'll dump the suspension grab the front brake turn the wheel to the right and push on the left. Shit that was easy I stood the bitch up, all 1200 pounds of the bitch.

Hop on John I'm driving this bitch to the hotel.

Don't you think we should put some clothes on first?

Oh, um, fuck it, there was a topless woman at the store last night. What the fuck difference is it going to make it is only a few miles and the hotel is right on the corner as we come into town. Besides, who is going to say anything to a woman as small as I am in control of the biggest motorcycle they ever saw. I'll tell you what they will be thinking though, that gal has to be the toughest bitch in the world to wield a bike that size and have a giant ridding bitch. Get your big ass on the back of this bike and let's go.

That was exactly what people were thinking as Heather rode by. They had only ridden about halfway to the hotel when they met a group of about 50 bikers coming from the opposite direction. Heather dropped her left hand to her side and gave them a 2 fingered wave pointing down. Then cracked the throttle halfway open, with only 1 hand on the bars, With John's 400 pounds sitting on the back caused the monstrous machine to pull the front wheel a couple of feet off the ground. Heather put her left hand back on the handlebar then really cranked on the throttle. Raising the front of the bike up until the trailer hitch scrapped the pavement sending out a trail of sparks behind them. The group of bikers who she had just passed heard the loud retort of the massive engine suddenly sounding like a jet fighter had taken off. Stopped nearly dropping their Bikes, some coming close to crashing into each other, turned their heads and watched in astonishment as the petite naked blond-haired woman roared off on her machine with the front wheel aiming at the sky. After about a 1/4 mile Heather eased the throttle back allowing her to have steering control once the front wheel touched the road again. They road around the curve then slowed coming into town.

Honey, I thought you said you didn't know how to ride. And I thought all you had ridden before was a little Honda.

I never said that I said I needed to learn how to manage this one. I've been racing motocross and endurance races since I was 6 years old. I bought my first Harley 45 chopper when I was still in high school.

Hahaha, that was the most thrilling ride I've ever had. Knowing I had zero control of the outcome.

After parking and securing the motorcycle John and Heather grabbed their backpack and quickly entered the Hotel. About 5 minutes later there was a knock on their door.

Shit, we are probably going to get kicked out of here. John thought.

Wrapping a towel around his waist he answered the door. Standing in the hallway were the 50 bikers and their women, they had met on the road. The leader started speaking in poor broken Dutch, asking him some questions he wasn't sure he understood, there is enough difference between Dutch and German that John could only make out a few words.

English, please.

Sorry American?

Yes, my name is John Cavanah.

The lady driving is your wife, yes?

That's right.

She is one wild lady.

You could say that.

I've never seen anyone so small, handling such a huge motorcycle.

Would you believe it was my first time to drive our bike?

The bikers and their women's eyes bugged out of their heads as Heather walked into the room still naked.

Uh, we rode up from Brussels. Franz and Helga called us earlier saying there was this weird man and his wife putting a bike tour together. I gather what he said must have been true then.

It depended on what Franz told you.

Something about a naked motorcycle tour across Germany.

Please come in, I'm sorry we don't have any beer to offer.

I'll run to get some honey heather volunteered. Grabbing a couple hundred Euros from the counter she started out the door.

Uh Honey,

John started to say honey you might want to put on some clothes, but Heather had already exited the hotel room several of the women went with her. Stopping where they had all parked their motorcycles the women with Heather removed their riding leathers leaving most of them wearing only their panties, and a couple wearing not even those. The platoon of neatly naked women, lead by a very naked woman, walked the block and a half to the store where they bought several cases of the local brew and bags upon bags of munchies to snack on. At the counter, the checkout clerk barely even acknowledged the fact that there were a dozen women baring their all-in front of him, as if this was a normal daily occurrence. Knowing Heather spoke English from her previous visit to the store the young man asked.

Will there be anything else Mrs.?

*****

John, what are your plans for this bike run across Germany?

Brad, we really hadn't started planning anything concrete yet. The whole idea just sort of popped into our heads. After we bought the bike yesterday. Before then we had planned to spend a day or 2 here then taking a train to Velencia and spend the rest of our vacation on the beaches there. Heather wanted to rent a couple of scooters to ride around Amsterdam and see a few sights, but when I asked the rental guy if he had one large enough for me to ride. I think you probably know his reply. My 400-pound bulk would destroy a little 250cc scooter. He told me about a Harley he could rent to me, but it appeared like what he really wanted to do was to sell it because it was so large it took up a lot of space and no one except for one guy had ever rented it.