I live in San Diego and rarely have the opportunity to wear long underwear.

Several years ago, a friend who owns a ranch in Montana suggested I come up during Spring Break and help with the calving. It was spring, so I took my jeans and a couple of work shirts and my usual assortment of jockey shorts to wear with my jeans and boxers if we went out and I had to wear slacks.

Anyone who has ever been in Montana in the spring will know that it is not southern California. As soon as I got off the plane I was cold. My host suggested we stop by a friend's house so I could put on my Long Johns. I had to tell him that I didn't own any. Our next stop was a men's furnishing store where I got my first long johns; they were a silk blend with buttons down the front from the neck to the crotch and elastic in the seat. I put them on right in the store and threw an instant boner. Both the clerk and my friend just laughed and told me that that happened to a lot of people and to just enjoy the feel of the soft silk like a second skin.

We went out to his ranch and had dinner and I went to bed still in the Long Johns. At 5 AM I was awakened and told to dress that we had the first calf to deliver. I put on my jeans, pulled on the boots and put on the big coat they had loaned me and took off for the barn. We worked all day, only stopping for a big noon lunch.

That evening, my friend's uncle came out to the ranch to visit. If there ever was a human Black Bear it was he. He had black longish hair, a full black beard, and stood at least three inches taller than I. That would make him 6'2". He was dressed like the rest of us - jeans, flannel shirt, and heavy coat. When he took off his coat he exposed his enormous chest which appeared to be covered with the same thick black hair that covered his arms. His other enormous feature was the bulge down his left leg that seemed to bursting the seams of his jeans. From the way the mass moved one could see that it wasn't hard...just big. I didn't know if the mass was dick and balls or just dick.

When it came time for him to leave, this bear of a man suggested that I drive into town with him and spend the night at his place, the center of the small hamlet. Since it was snowing and the roads were dangerous it seemed the right thing to do. The trip to the small town was adventurous. We skidded more than once and spun 360 once into a small snow bank. BK, that is his name, was very concerned about my safety and made sure I was OK each time something happened. The time we made the 360 he grabbed me and held me close to him with his head nuzzled against my neck until the truck stopped.

When we got to town, we parked the truck and went to the local bar and had several drinks. I was feeling no pain when we finally got to BK'ss place. "Welcome to my cave!" he slurred as we staggered across the threshold. I assumed we would get out of all the clothes we had been in all day and then shower and dress in something else and then hit the sack. It was soon obvious that that was not the plan. BK had a large bed set up in what had been a living room and that was were we were going to sleep...both of us. BK sat on the bed took off his boots and left his socks on. Then dropped his jeans on top of the boots and his flannel shirt on top of that. I did the same on my side of the bed. Without saying a word, he more or less lead the way to the john in the back and we both stood over the bowl taking one of those really long, just left the bar, leaks. After shaking the last drops off it was back to the bed and under the multiple covers.

I had slept in the Long Johns the night before and had worked all day and drank all night and the man smell was really ripe but BK didn't seem to mind and I was really turned on by his man smell. Now I sleep on my left side so when I laid down I just automatically turned my back to BK and put my arm under the pillow. I was almost asleep when I felt BK turn on his left side and saddle up to me. I could feel his hard dick through the silky seat of my long johns. Pretty soon a cotton covered arm reached over my shoulder and cupped my chest with one large hand and pulled me closer. A prickly beard was nuzzling my neck and a hard pole was pushing at my ass crack. Almost without my knowing it, the other big hand hooked the elastic of my back seat and pulled in down exposing my ass. Slowly, very slowly my ass crack and ass hole was lubed up with precum and spit. And even more slowly, a hard dick entered. It was a slow easy fuck. I could tell that he had opened one, maybe two buttons, to let his dick out. We were both covered from foot to neck except for just enough bare ass to get fucked. The rhythm was so slow and easy that it rocked me to sleep and when I woke in the morning BK was asleep with his dick hard and up my ass. I reached around and could feel the cotton cloth that made up his gray long johns and I was right he had opened only one button to free his man meat. I snuggled back against him and he woke and fucked me in earnest and we both came with a vengeance.

When it was over I got up and went to the head to take a leak and clean up. When I got back he was dressed and headed for the head himself. When he got back he said get dressed and we will go to the cafe for breakfast and then back out to the ranch.

These were the first words he had spoken to me since we had gotten into his house. At breakfast we talked about everything except my getting fucked, apparently all night long. When we got to the ranch we worked all day and come night BK just said good-bye and looked at me, as if to say are you coming with me. I was in the truck before he got there.

I wore those long johns everyday for the next five days and nights and got fucked every one of those nights. We didn't hit the bar again so I knew just what happened. When I got on the plane to come home I put the long johns in a plastic sack and brought them with me. For a long time, whenever I was really horny, I would put them on and remember my Black Bear BK and his dick and the great fucking I had had. And I smell my man smells and his man smells and the smell of our sex.