Scott Seay and Brandon Russo are chasing down legendary creatures, one monster at a time! Scott, a cryptozoologist photographer, is on the trail again, this time following the legends of Sasquatch into the mountains of West Virginia. Brandon, still an unbeliever, has some vacation time coming up and enjoys hiking, so he accompanies his lover, along with a small group of Sasquatchers, in search of the elusive Bigfoot.<br><br>On their trek through the mountains, Scott and Brandon hear tales of other close encounters, deal with a pair of snobby lumbersexuals, and find mysterious hairs tangled in the underbrush. When the weather turns foul, and the group has to make it down the mountainside in front of a dangerous storm, will legends come to life? All they know is something is following them down the trail ... something with very bad intentions ...

Chasing Bigfoot

Brandon didn’t waste time, but peeled Scott out of his clothes, tossing a T-shirt in one direction and jeans in another. One sock ended up draped over the back of Scott’s computer chair, the other disappeared beneath the bed, and all Scott was able to concentrate on was those hands on his body, lips along his skin like slivers of fire, burning and driving him wild.


Scott was naked and panting for breath, stretched out against Brandon’s still clothed form. Every time Scott reached for his lover, Brandon clamped down on his wrists, kissing and teasing until Scott was writhing with suppressed need.


“You’re a cruel man,” Scott said, his voice hitting the higher registers as Brandon kissed a wet line down Scott’s belly, coming tantalizingly close to his cock.


Brandon pinned him down, grinding slowly, his jean-covered leg raising delicious friction. “Am I?”


Chapter 3