This is Skywise/Mikey/KG/Titus/Johnny Port-O-San.
The real one.
I think
Since I lied about who I was before to this newsgroup before I was brought
out in the open by the other skywise..
The real brain of this ng


My bigfoot experience started with an encounter that happened in
Colorado in 1985.
My girlfriend and I were up in the mountains masturbating, fucking and
sucking.
His name is Joe
The area was west of Denver. I think the nearest town of any size is
Eagle, CO., but Gypsom might be nearer.
My girlfriend at the time, whose name is Joe, and I had stopped at a
very small town to get to the free clinic.
The town, if you can call it that, was very small.
Like my brain.
 It had one store,
which served as post office, general store, and had the only gas pump
in town. There was a smattering of houses about the area, but not
many.
We pulled up to the free clinic.
 While I took my  vd shots, Joe went
inside.  On the porch of this store sat four old men. It was early
morning, and they were throwing up when they saw how butt ugly he was.
One man was smoking my pipe.(About 2.5 inches hard)
I thanked him for licking my little pee-pee and called good morning to the
rest of them and then asked about the butt-hole surfing
 in the area.
They told me about a few areas I might try.  One was Joes arse
and the other was mine that they said was good for for parking a pick-up
truck sideways inside.
 I was interested and I wanted to try.
I finished with my VD shots and walked up on the porch to visit with
the men who were engaged in an un mentionable act with my girlfried Joe.
 I noticed something in the window behind one of the men and
looked closer.  At first I thought it was a large condom.  Looking
closer I could see it was shaped like a 2 inch penis.
I asked the men what it was.
They all laughed and said it was "yours".
"What is that?" I asked again.
They laughed again and said it was the cast of my little pee-pee.
I scoffed and said "Yeah, sure it is."
Then they got more serious.
"It's been here for years." One man said.  "Since About 1970."
Your mother brought it to us before she died.
They told me how the she said my little pee-pee was seen fairly often in her
private area.
 Usually while she was eating road kill, but sometimes letting others watch
for money.
"Apparently, they told me, "Old 2 inch" was attracted to his
menstruating mother.  She came down to the town to go through trash cans
and sneak about the houses of local women who were on the rag.  Drawn
to their smell like a buck in the rut.
That was your mother son...always the center of smelly attraction.
Now I really thought the old codgers were pulling my leg, and I told
them so.
They then pointed to several newspaper articles taped to the inside of
the store window.  I looked at the articles.  They were about the
sightings of my little 2 inch penis alright.  One was from the Denver Post.
"Only comes around when his mothers in cycle." One man said matter of
factly.
"Or when she's hungry." Another man added.
"When we see her, some folks put their dogs up and leave food out for
her. Sometimes the food's gone in the morning. Sometimes it's not."
They told me the thing got it's name from her love for her son skyass and
his 2 inch pee-pee.
"Old 2 inch" had four toes on his left foot and five on his right.
Joe came out of the store then, announced that we were paid up and
we left. I was thoroughly convinced the old guys were pulling my leg.
I followed the directions gave me to a stream in the mountains nearby.
 We found a likely spot to camp right off the road and eat road kill like
mama used to do.
 It was a small
roadside park.  The stream was just off one side of the road, the park
was on the other side.  We spent the morning setting up camp and then
I prepared to go shitting.  While driving and setting up camp I told
Joe about "Old 2 inch".  And related the story as told to me.
But Joe already knew because mama told him about me and her.
I kidded him, saying "You better watch out tonight, or "Old 2 inch"
will get you!"
he got mad and told me, "That's not funny."  Then he told me his
period had started the day before.
That just made me muff dive on him more.
I went nose picking a little later and thought some about mama.
I didn't disbelieve in mama, but didn't really believe either.
I didn't know much about the subject of sex.  I had seen part of a program
on
the movie screen about sex.  It had starred mama and was rated xxx..
I had seen it several years before and I didn't remember much about
it.  That was the extent of my knowledge.  Joe started biting me and
I soon forgot about it.
Joe was an amateur fart sucker and liked to suck farts outta old seat
covers..mama taught him that.
he didn't stray
too far from the camp, I noticed.  Directly behind the park was the
mountain.  We were literally on the side of the slope.  Just beyond
the camp the mountain sloped downward. There was a great panoramic
view of the surrounding mountains beyond that.
That night we ate roadkill  a great supper of trash >>>curtesy<<<??? of my
garbage surfing prowess and my old superfly lover rodney.
About an hour after dark we crawled into our hole and went to sleep.
I don't know for sure how long I slept, but at some point during the
night something woke me.I made pee-pee in my pants and  I am a very light
sleeper.  It woke
me and for a bit I just lay there and let it dry.
 After a few moments I heard a loud slurp.
It sounded like mama when she used to satisfy me.
A few minutes later I heard another slurp.
Then I heard another sound.
Thump...thump...thump.
Joe was whacking off on the back of my empty skull.
The two sounds went on one after the other for a while.
A half hour at least.
I was puzzled to say the least.
How could he jizz that long?
Something was tearing my panties off
Something was making the thumping sounds.
Was it Joes pee-pee being whacked on the back of my arse?
I couldn't tell.
Suddenly Joe's ice cold hand grabbed me by my head.
"What is it?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
"It's your penis." I admitted.
he started to say something else, but I shushed him as the sounds of me
slurping away
started again.
"Just enjoy it...." I told him.
And that's what he did.
We lay there, huddled together in our hole and kissed for about five more
minutes.
Then the sounds stopped.
Just when we thought it was over another sound started.
A weird, eerie cry started.
It sounded like mama
I have to tell you the sound made the hairs on my little schmekle stand up.
It was like something I had  heard before.
A wailing, howling, moaning cry, is the best I can describe it.  It
repeated about four times.  It lasted about 15 seconds
each time, with intervals of about 5 seconds between each cry.  Then
it stopped.
Needless to say, we didn't sleep much the rest of the night knowing mama was
out there having sex .
But the sounds never came again.
In the morning we crawled out of our hole and got dressed.
We ate a breakfast and I later stood by our vehicle and looked out
over the mountain slope. I was gazing out there, looking at all the
trees and realizing the vast solitude of the area when Joe came up
beside me.
"If you are going down on me Skywise ," he said, "Take your chapstick."
I looked at him.
"I know you are going down, and I'll let you." he said.
"Probably just temporary boner or something." I told him.
"Uh-huh, right." Joe said.
We got our panties and bra's off.
We had a pink ones, some blue ones  for fun, and I took out my 2.5 inch
penis.
  Joe had his camera.
I started going down on Joe off the slope after putting most of our
valuables(All 25 cents worth) in the vehicle.
I gave him head for about 30 minutes.
We stopped fequently to catch our breath and to look around. His penis was
sloped severely sometimes. And was covered with >>>>debri???<<<< and
brush. Lots of broken dead tree branches were strewn about.
I was in the lead and started to swallow at one point.
When I got to the base of his penis I stopped and took a deep breath.
At least I tried to.
I choked and spit
There was a god awfull smell in the air.
It smelled like something dead at first. But then I thought it smelled
like something else too.  It smelled rotten, or sour.
Just like mama.
And also reminded me a little of Joes anus. Not like a skunk, but more like
beaver or mink.  But not really like either.
Joe was ramming down behind me and said, "What is that smell?" Then
he slipped and was sliding down my crack behind me.  I turned and saw
him flip over on his stomach and grab at small tress and weeds to slow
himself down.
I moved to help him up.
I was helping him brush himself off when he suddenly gasped.
I looked at him and he had the strangest expression on his face.  I

folowed???<<<< his gaze and saw it, too.

It was about 50 feet away.  Standing halfway behind a tree looking at
us.  It was big and hairy, and kind of reddish brown colored. I stared
for a moment, then took a step to my left to see it better. It took a
step to it's right at about the same time. Now it was out in the open.
 It looked like mama.
As soon as it stepped out in the open, Joe went balistic.
he was screaming and talking and crying and pulling at me.
The thing(mama) looked at her for a second and then turned and started
walking away. When It turned, I saw a branch catch at something on
mama's back. She was wearing an old torn condom or something on her back. I
could see the shit for brains in her head when she moved just like me her
son
In about ten
seconds she was gone from sight.
Joe was still hysterical, pulling and pleading at me to get the hell
away from there.
I tried to calm him, telling him mama was gone.
"How do you know?"  he asked.
Well, I didn't know for sure. It could be just out of sight, still
watching us.  And that horrible smell was still in the air.
Finally I calmed him enough to convince him to let me go down on him far
enough to get to get the base of his penis
he went along with me.
At the tree I looked around carefully.  I could see a large impression
on the ground.  I knelt and put my hand in the impression.  The ground
was still warm.  mama had been lying there,having sex with a racoon.
I looked around the area for tracks, but the ground wasn't right for
a print of her huge arse.
I did see some large penis shaped impressions.  But nothing
for sure.  I then looked at the tree that she had stood behind.
The branch that had caught at the shit on her brain was even with my
big head and small brain.  I'm 5'11".  The branch caught at the shit just
behind mama's ears.
Her head and shoulders taller than me.  Her head
was bullet shaped, which added to her height. Between 7 and 8 feet
tall is my best guess.
Joe took a few photos, but they didn't show much.
he was way to excited to try to get me to go down on him again.
he swore he saw mama's  penis when she stepped out from behind
the tree.(mama'a a hermorphadite) (Leave it to him to notice things like
that, heh, heh.)
Anyway......that's my story as best as I can remember.
We went back to the store and two of the old men from the day before
were there.  We told them we might have seen
"Old 2 inch".  They didn't seem too surprised. I asked lots of
questions, but didn't learn anything more.
Joe was absolutely adament about not staying at the same park that
night.  So we drove to a nearby lake and ate road kill for days.
I have been back to the same area twice, but not in the last ten
years. "Old 2 inch" they call me.
  But I never saw him ,Joe again.
Joe and I broke up a year after the incident.  Last I heard he had
moved to California and had a sex change.
I have been interested in anal sex ever since my camping adventure. I know
it's
real. Because I have it all the time,even when I'm alone with my dildo.
I read all the books I could find on the subject.
I watched all the TV programs I could that dealt with little penis's.
When the internet started I learned how to read and was startled to see all
the websites about
2.5 inch penises and gay sex.  I was not alone in my interest, and that was
somehow
comforting.
People always ask me if I believe anal sex is real fun.
No, I tell them, I do not believe.
I know.

Skytard
Childgazer, ill-advisor, liar, worrior, and drinker of the cumload