I was still a young man enjoying summer vacation in the Catskills. One hot day I had hiked up on the hill in front of our house to catch a few rays. Having found a clearing by an old spring, I stripped off my sneakers, shirt and cutoffs and laid back to work on an overall tan. I must have dozed off, because I awoke to see someone approaching. It was a Bear who lived down the road from us. He had already seen my natural state and was smiling. I reached over and modestly draped my t-shirt across my jewels. George came over and squatted down beside me, his shorts pulling to one side so I could see he wasn't wearing anything under them. He joked that I should be careful not to burn anything important.

He slowly took off his shirt and I got an eyeful of his hairy chest and stomach. George was a farmer and by no means a small man. He was large and strong like an ox. As we talked he gently ran his calloused hand over my hairless chest and stomach. It was just too much for my adolescent body and my t-shirt loin cloth took on a life of its own. George smiled and kept talking. Told me he enjoyed walking in the woods and sunbathing. After a short while I shifted my hips causing my shirt to slide, there it hung caught on my raging hard-on.

George gently lifted it off giving me a big smile and asked me what I was going to do about my 'problem'. I was too embarrassed to say anything. He then took matters in his own hands, so to speak. He started to play with my balls telling me to relax. As his strong hands caressed my shaft I almost came all over us.

Then to my surprise and great pleasure he took me in his mouth. Even as a young teen I was well hung, better than 7 inches. He downed the whole thing and brought me to a body clenching organism. I wanted to explore him, but he just said "later" and walked off.

I found excuses to be in the woods a lot after that; but didn't run into him again there. I finally biked to his place and found him working in the barn. I stripped off my shirt and started working beside him. We were quickly both covered in sweat. He hadn't asked why I was there but the way we were looking at each other it was pretty obvious. He sat on a bale of hay and motioned me to stand in front of him. We opened my shorts and he gave me another body racking blow-job. This time I reached down and started playing with his equipment. I got my first lesson in giving head that day.

We progressed slowly all summer, getting together at his house, barn, trailer. I quickly discovered my favorite place in the whole world was under this bear with my legs wrapped around his waist playing with hair on his back while he pumped me full of his man muscle. We saw each other all the way through my high school years until he moved away. Luckily by then I had found another bear in town. Turns out the woods were full of Bears.