It had been getting colder all the time that he had been travelling, colder with each hour that passed and with each mile that he rode higher into the pine clad mountains. He was ill prepared for any kind of weather let alone the freezing winter months that were just starting, yeah even old ma' nature was against him by starting winter early that year with this all enveloping blizzard that he was lost in. Even though he knew there was little chance of finding food and shelter, and that he was likely to freeze or starve to death, he kept going, cause in the mountains he had a chance that he might not die, but to go back down to the prairie, even if he knew the way,he would be strung up by a lynch-mob of angry ranch hands.

He pulled the blanket closer around his shoulders to try to keep some warmth trapped within his inadequate clothes, hell who would call a cowboy hat, boots and thin cotton Long-johns adequate, and as for the blanket, well, that just happened to be tied to the saddle of the horse that he had stolen. He hadn't eaten for days, and this along with bash he got on his head during his escape, not to mention the bum numbing cold, was causing dizzy spells, disorientation and even hallucinations like the one he was having now, for he thought he saw a log cabin but betwixt him and safety was a huge grizzly bear coming towards him. It was all too much for him and he made three slips; he slipped into unconsciousness, slipped from the horse and slipped into the arms of a big bear!

He gradually regained consciousness and slowly took stock of what his senses told him. It was dark, he could hear a storm raging in the distance and a soft snoring next to him, he could feel the comfort of a bed, the woolly warmth of material next to his skin and the greater warmth emulating from the body beside him ,and he could smell the wonderfull mix of Man sweat and spunk. His head was being hugged close to this mans warm hairy chest, but it was his own hands that gave him the greatest sensation for they were hot and had feeling in them again, yeah, he could even feel where the heat came from and then he knew he was in heaven, for his hands were holding the mystery man's hot meaty cock! Smiling, he drifted off into sleep.

He woke and again checked through his senses; there was the smell of coffee, the sound of what could be singing, and the feel of an uncomfortable itching around his crutch, so he instinctively started to scratch, but what he discovered caused his eyes to open in shock!

"Yeah", chuckled a deep rumbling voice, " Yeah, there gone! I cut them off with my razor while you were asleep. Hope you don't mind?" The voice came from a muscular bearded man who was wearing a blue long legged union suit, the front buttons from crutch to Belly-button were fastened but from there to the neck were unbuttoned to show a very hairy chest. In one hand he held a Coffee Pot, the other hand was inside the front of his union suit and stroking his cock, " If your up to it, would you like some?", he asked, and smiling continued, " Coffee first, then you can get you mouth round something more tasty!", and nodded towards the pot of stew on the stove. He gave his patient a mug of coffee, had a quick look at the head wound and remarked reassuringly that it seemed fine but that come full daylight he'd have a better look. Then, with a deep sigh, he sat on the edge of the bed, the space between the buttons of the bulging crutch area of his union suit were open giving a tantalizing glimpse of the thick mat of pubic hair inside, in fact if it wasn't for the colour of the material it would be hard to say where the wool of his underwear stopped and the hair of his body started!

"Well Lad", he said sternly, "I'm Len and we got some talking to do. I'll start!" He went on to explain how during the storm he heard a horse, so he went outside to investigate and as he went up to the animal a man, all striped for action, had fallen off the horse and into his arms. He attended to the well-being of the horse and the man, in that order. He had carried the stranger into the cabin and had striped the wet clothes off him, tended the head wound, and washed him. Then he shaved the pubic hair off the stranger as he didn't want to catch Crabs or the like from the man who would be sharing his underwear and bed with for the next few months. "Yep!" he drawled, "that's my brand new red woolly union suit that your wearing, an' there weren't no spunk stains on the front of them when I got into bed with you to get you warm, but, during the two days you spent cuddling my cock I sort of lost count of how often I shot my load! I know how itchy rough new woollen underwear can be against freshly shaved balls!" He paused to give a big toothy grin, then chuckling continued, " Don't ask me how I know, but believe me, I know! So while I rub something soothing round your big balls and cute little cock, you can tell me what happened to you. I don't want your life story just yet cause we got all winter for that. Just your name what the hell were you doing out in a blizzard with only your long-johns on?

"I'm Lee, was down on my luck, didn't have a proper regular job, I was just drifting from one temporary or seasonal ranch job to the next, you know the sort of thing; a cattle drive here, a roundup there, just any ranch or even farm work I could get. But permanent jobs don't go to outsiders, and, well being Gay don't help much. Anyway, I was getting kind a' hungry when I rode into the 'Lazy Lob',that big ranch down in the valley to ask for work. They seemed mighty pleased to see me, signed me on, said that I could start work the next day and that I could bed down in the Casual Ranch Hands Bunkhouse! Hell, just think o' that, a proper bunkhouse with beds and blankets for casual Hands, not just grudging permission to sleep in the barn or a shed! I sure looked forward to working there, so I stabled my horse, put my kit on one of the empty bunks, stripped down to my underwear and went for a wash. When I came back there was this real handsome young cowboy standing by my bunk, he was only wearing his union suit and was stroking a right good hard-on. "I've come to make you welcome"he said. So, not being one to look a gift horse, or cock, in the mouth, I unbuttoned my long drawrs and lay bum up on the bunk. He was still at the fingering my arse hole stage, hadn't got his cock in let alone given me a shagging, when the door burst open and a big old man came in waving a stick and yelling, "What you do with my boy?" I panicked, jumped off the bunk and started to run for the other door but with my long-drawrs tangled round my ankles I didn't get far and soon tripped and bashed my head on the door frame. Hell!,if I had been wearing a union suit I would'nt I would'nt have needed to drop my underwear to get a good shaging! Anyway,I don't recall exactly what happened too clearly, but while the angry old man being held back by the youngster, I scrambled outside, got on a horse and fled into the night. By morning I was lost, and well, you know the rest. If I go back they'll kill me; cause if the old man don't shoot me for muckin' about with his boy, then the ranch owner will hang me for stealing his horse! Unless, you know them and can help me?".

"Yeah.", replied Len, "I know them, and I wouldn't worry if I were you, cause for a start those two men aren't related, the old man's mind has wandered and he calls every one 'his boy', and you won't be the first cowboy to be welcomed by the youngster!" "As to the horse", said Len thoughtfully, as he continued to rub something soothing round Lucky Lee's engorged cock, "well as I see it, you didn't so much steal it as exchange it for your own horse and you left your kit and clothes behind into the bargain". Len stopped soothing Lee's cock and packed the 4 inches of cute cock back into the borrowed undersuit mischievously rubbing the exposed inner foreskin against the rough material and causing Lee to squirm and whimper. " Besides a horse is only stolen if it it taken away from the ranch it's supposed to be on," stated Len "And this is still Lazy Lob property". "So come spring, we'll just ride down to the ranch have a chat about it all, and collect your wages for helping me here". He stood up, gave another toothy grin and said, "Problem solved. Now while your thinking of an interesting way to thank me, I've got something hot and meaty for you to wrap your mouth round" and he turned round intent on going to the stove for a plate meat stew. Well!,what do you think he ment?

"Stop!" pleaded Lee from the bed, "while I read what's embroidered on the bum-flap of your union suit. Well now Len, that's the words"Lonesome Bear" that's embroidered there, so, I think I know how to thank you and solve your problem!" Lucky Lee reached out and unbuttoned the embridered drop seat bum-flap, or should that be shag-flap, and reached inside to fondle Lonesome Len's big hairy bum that wasn't going to be lonely for the rest of that winter!