Tales of Bear Lake
by Jack Fritscher
Anyway, like I say, about Big Daddy
and the way he trained his two grown boys Griz and Cub
to waste not and want not
by learnin to drink his piss and lick his hair and
toothcomb his beard and tonguesuck out
the sweat from his armpits and big hairy balls
and even when they was all drunk enough
which was not as often as they pretended
because pretendin to be drunk gave them
butt-huntin permits even Bear Lake was not used to
when both Griz and Cub would wrestle
naked and hairy at night on the cabin floor
in front of the fire so the winner
could be the first one to crawl up to
Big Daddy’s big hard butthole
and suck wind from the cave
when Big Daddy hung his buttcheeks and balls
over the edge of the bunk
showin his big cock standin up hard with excitement
and strokin it himself in anticipation
of leanin forward and suckin his own big knob
while Griz and Cub took turns feastin
on the just desserts of his big bear belly
pushin peanut butter and jelly out of his hole
and them goin shit for brains nuts
suckin and jackin themselves and
chewin out Big Daddy’s gifts of nature
which a course made them see stars
and howl at the moon like they was doin
that famous summer night the boys thought
they’d nearly drown fallin in the lake
wearing their bib waders that weighed
them down with their heads floatin
like laughin jack-off lanterns
on the surface of the lake
with Big Daddy rowin up
standin over them
pissin down on them
with them drinkin every drop and
beggin Big Daddy to do with them
what he wanted and save them
because he was their Big Daddy
and they loved him so much
and that’s what Big Daddy wanted to hear
so he saved them from drownin
yes saved them both
by cuttin them with his huntin knife
out of their rubber waders
so they floated to the surface of Bear Lake
and Big Daddy took ahold of them
by their hair and beards and nipples
and dicks and buttholes
and pulled both them boys into his rowboat
where they sat the rest of the night
laughin and drinkin and shoutin
through their beards at the moon
while stars glistened between them
nipple to nipple
with comets shootin flume tails
from their dicks and
they floated ever so happy
on the still surface of the water
while overhead the constellation of the Bear
rose and set over their heads
and their fudgey fingers
sticky from their buttholes
were all entwined in the fur on their chests
and the hair of their bellies
and the carpet on their shoulders
and the bush of their crotches
and the hugeness of their beards
and the curly sweep of the hair on their heads
and they were all three of them so satisfied
that the summer night smiled
and half asleep in each other’s big furry arms,
Griz and Cub and Big Daddy
drifted slowly across the mirror of stars
to their dock on Bear Lake
as if the rowboat knew their way home.