I was heading back from repairing traps in the woods when a movement in the brush caught my eye. Curious, I followed it downhill towards a narrow, swift-flowing stream. There was a figure bent over, sipping from the tinkling water. It's short brown tail twitched above a round hairy ass. I couldn't believe my eyes! My grandmother used to tell stories about the wild folk but I never believed her. Now I had seen one with my own eyes.

I crouched low in the weeds, slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. I held my breath and listened to it slurp as it drank. Its upper thighs were covered with a short fuzz that gradually thickened further down its legs, which terminated in black shining hooves. The muscles in its tan back rippled with its movements as it leaned precariously over the water.

Its little tail danced, drawing my attention back to its quivering ass. I caught a flash of a pink hole between those tan melons. I reached down under my tunic to squeeze my swelling cock and thought about what those cheeks would feel like against my hips.

It was so unbelievable that I had to get a closer look. I inched forwards on all fours, avoiding low-hanging branches. The creature paused and then looked up. It was definitely a satyr. A floppy brown ear bent towards my direction. It must have heard me. I crouched lower towards the ground. It turned its head towards me. It was hideous! Short horns grew from its sloped forehead and its long flattened nose met its black whiskers above a pair of thin brown lips. But it's eyes were beautiful, like golden coins with horizontal oval-shaped pupils. It stared at me, nose twitching. Then it rose up and slowly stepped towards me on its hoofed feet.

It must have heard me or smelled me. It was clearly nervous, but also curious. The creature was much shorter than I expected, no more than five feet but its wiry chest and arms were captivating in a rugged way. Patches of black fur grew on its lower arms, quite long towards its elbow, where it formed a sort of fringe. The hair on its head was also more like fur than human hair. It had black and brown patches, just like its short mottled beard.

It came closer and I agonized over what to do. I didn't want to frighten it, so I stayed perfectly still, breathing as slowly as I could. It smelled musky, like fresh sweat and dry grass with a hint of smoke.

Then I saw its cock. The stiff rod emerged from a shaggy nest of black fur and curved straight up towards its fringed navel. The black hair grew up in an ever-thinning line up towards its firm chest where it spread out in fine curls not unlike the hair on a man's chest. It had six large brown nipples though, arranged in two rows running down from its chest towards its abdomen. The beast was so strange yet graceful at the same time I had to communicate with it.

I coughed and it froze with fists clenched. I slowly rose, holding my hands up, showing my empty palms. "Hi," I said.

Its scanned me, those strange pupils dilating slightly. Then it took a cautious step forward. It opened my mouth and I wondered if it would speak to me in my language or if its people had their own tongue. But it didn't speak. It licked its lips with a very supple bright pink tongue.

It stood in that spot staring at me so I took a step towards it. The breeze picked up and I smelled its rich musk, a little overpowering but intoxicating after the second whiff. I took another step and this time it met me. It tilted its head toward my upraised hand and sniffed my fingers. I held them there, letting it get used to me the way you would a strange dog. It definitely smelled something it liked because it started licking my fingers and then the palm of my hand. I ran my fingers through its whiskers. They were soft, almost silky, not at all like a beard. It started nuzzling me, pressing its horned forehead against my arm. I started scratching the base of its ear; it just seemed like the natural thing to do.

It moaned. That was the first time I heard its voice. It had a surprisingly high, raspy timbre. Then it reached down and grabbed my cock. I gasped and then thrust my hips forward into its tender grip. It stroked me slowly, teasingly. Our bodies pressed against each other and I ran my fingers through the short hairs on its head and drew its face towards my neck where it started licking and nipping. With my other hand I squeezed one of its round buns. It pressed its wet cock against my thigh and spread its legs slightly. I reached a finger into its crack and toyed with its ass lips.

That really got the beast going; it started dry humping my leg. I grabbed the back of its head and looked into its face. It didn't seem so hideous now. It stared at me with naked hunger. I bent down and our lips met, our tongues entwined. It tasted much like anyone else I had ever kissed but its breath smelled like grain with a hint of manure. I grabbed it by the horns and guided its head towards my shaft. It sucked like a baby, content to let me guide it with my hands still on its little pointy horns. I looked down to see the beast beating its own monster shaft with its furry fist. It moaned and grunted around my cock and I let it pause when it went down and pressed its flat nose into my pubes.

I started to shudder but I didn't want it to end. I pulled it away and it grunted in dismay. I pulled it to its feet and spun it around. With one hand I grabbed its tail and pulled it out of the way. The creature shrieked. In pain or surprise I don't know but I couldn't control myself. With my other hand I spread its hairy cheeks and eased my shaft into its hole.

It was hot and tight but what really surprised me was how wet it was. I slid in all the way and held onto its hips until it relaxed. Its urgent shrieks had turned into throaty moans. It reached back to grab my wrists and force my hands towards its cock. I couldn't believe how strong the little guy was. It guided my fists up and down its rod while it started bucking back and forth, milking my cock with its quivering hole.

It started moaning insistently and I knew it was coming close. I forced my hands from its grip and grabbed its shoulders, taking control of the rhythm. I beat into its ass, relishing the feel of its hairy legs against my lap. Its little tail twitched wildly, tickling my stomach. When it tilted its head I caught a glimpse of its face, flushed bright red and mouth open. It's cries echoed and seemed to merge with the stream's steady gurgle. I looked down at my purple shaft sliding in and out of its wet hole. I grabbed hold of its tail, evoking a screech and squeezed the furry limb, rubbing it against my sweaty stomach and then I exploded. My cum shot up the satyr's ass and it milked every drop, refusing to let go until I was spent and sore.

***

I returned to the same spot in the forest the next day and then the day after that. I couldn't get the satyr out of my mind. Sometimes I wondered if it had been a dream but I kept going back. Then, one day I saw him again.

At first I heard the music. Someone was playing a double reed. A high-pitched wailing tone undulated through the forest, carried on a raspy drone that buzzed in my head and in my groin. I followed it until I saw the creature again. It was seated in the shade of a fig tree, blowing on its instrument.

I snapped a twig and it stopped playing. It looked in my direction and I stepped forward. "Hi," I said. The creature just stared at me with those smoldering amber eyes, its lips curled in a faint smile. "That was nice, don't stop on my account."

It just reached down and scratched its balls, drawing my attention to its hairy sacs. They were large and low-hung. It's hand toyed with the shaggy fur and then lazily tugged on its cock. The shaft was hard and I wondered if its hard-on ever subsided.

I set my things down and sauntered over, trying to ignore the swelling in my own tool. I sat down across from the creature and reached out to scratch its ear. It grabbed my hand and pulled it down to its cock. I wrapped my fingers around the rod and felt it grow even larger. I couldn't believe how long the thing was. I squeezed my own cock and started stroking the satyr's horn. It must have secreted its own lubrication because it was slick. The dark red skin glistened in the sunlight and the beast started moaning in pleasure.

In one swift moment it rose to its feet. Its strong hands grabbed my head and held it while the shaft was thrust in my face. Its thick odor was overwhelming: sweat and cum with a faint undercurrent of piss. I licked the dripping head. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft to capture more of the salty flavor. I opened my lips to kiss the shining head and it pushed the shaft into my mouth. It was halfway in and I thought I would gag but then the satyr started stroking my hair and rubbing my shoulders. I eased my lips down the shaft until my face was buried in its black pungent fur. It fucked my mouth slowly, letting me savor every inch of the throbbing pole. I experimented with different tongue movements. My own cock twitched whenever I was rewarded with a lusty purr or insistent groan.

I reached around to grab its ass. I squeezed the fuzzy globes and started pushing his hips in and out of my face, faster and faster. I slowly wiggled a finger into its wet chute and the monster's rod throbbed. It grabbed me by the hair and bucked its hips into my face, nearly knocking me over backward, "Oh, that feels so good!" it cried. It was the first time I had ever heard it speak. I was so surprised I tried to free my mouth so we could talk but it held on to me with its superhuman grip and its salty milk shot down my throat. On the verge of coming myself, I swallowed greedily, relishing the sharp flavors and rich smells of the goat-man's furry crotch. I beat myself furiously while I sucked the last of the satyr's juice from its pulsing tool. It ran its fingers furiously through my hair, growling and I spilled my seed onto the ground.

***

A few days later I was bent over one of my traps when I heard a raspy voice behind me.

"I'm going to fuck that hot human ass of yours!"

Before I could react, the satyr had pushed me down onto the ground. I tried to get up but he clung to my back holding me down. I couldn't believe how strong the little guy was.

"Take it easy!" I complained. Then he started chuckling. He reached around and started playing with my stiff pole.

"That's not what he says." My body clenched in anticipation but he slid off my back and I felt his horns poke my cheeks.

"Ow!" Again he just laughed and shoved his nose into my crack. I felt his tongue dance around my hole, tickling me at first and then it started feeling real good. I spread my knees a little and leaned back into his face, this time not minding the horns.

His tongue was so long! With his nose shoved up my hole he could lick my balls and the base of my cock. "Oh, that feels good," I moaned. The satyr growled and started grinding his face into my ass, loosening my hole with his wet tongue. I started jerking my staff. "Fuck me," I begged.

I felt his mouth pull away and then his hooves kicked my knees apart, lowering my ass and making my pole bob towards the ground. I shouted, more in surprise than in pain, when he thrust his ten inches into my ass. "That's one tight hole," he grunted, slapping my ass cheeks playfully. He didn't waste any time getting down to business. He beat his pole in and out of my hole. It burned like the river Phlegethon and every time his hairy pubes pounded into my ass I could felt his shaft twitch deep inside my chute. My cock shivered. Waves of pleasure washed over me.

"You like that, don't you," the satyr prompted.

"Yes!" I shouted.

"Keep beating that pole of yours. I want to feel your ass clench when you spill your load." He pounded into me furiously. With each thrust his furry legs chafed my thighs.

"Harder," I begged.

His cloven hooves kicked at my knees again and I dropped further. My knuckles scraped against the ground with every stroke on my dripping cock. I felt like he was tearing the flesh out of me from the inside but it felt so good. I leaned back to meet every stroke, craving every inch of his throbbing stick.

I exploded. My orgasm shot like lightning through my body and my cum shot up into my chest and face.

"That's it. Oh, yeah!" Lykeos shouted. "Squeeze it." I clenched my throbbing ring. "Squeeze it hard." It was like grabbing a red-hot tool from the fire and then I felt his tool pulse wildly and he shot into me, holding my hips against his loins, refusing to let me go until he had emptied his juice into my broken chute.

He finally withdrew and I dropped face down into the dirt. Then I felt his wet tongue between my cheeks, cleaning the blood and cum from my aching hole. "Oh, you're so good," he murmured between wet slurps. One of his horns poked the back of my thigh. I rolled over and spread my legs. He rose up between them and cleaned off my balls and then my bruised shaft. He lovingly licked the cum off of my stomach and chest until he reached my face, golden eyes burning. I tilted my face towards his mouth and our tongues met. I tasted myself on his lips and smelled my ass in his beard. He dropped down on the ground beside me and we lay there resting, my sweaty limbs draped over his wet fur.