I could 't believe it. My good friend had a stroke and begged me to help him. I had just retired as a sherriff in a small South-western town. My friend Ralph told me he had a son that was hidding in the mountains and needed some supplies. I remembered his son Rudy from a murder scene 12 years ago. Rudy had dissapeared. A lot of folks thought he was dead. I knew someone else had confessed to the crime but no one knew because the murderer was connected with the goverment or some other shit like that.

Well I saw Ralph and told him what I knew and that Rudy was not guilty. Ralph wanted me to go out and get Rudy and bring him back.

The next day I took off in my Jeep. I'm Carl. I've stayed fit for my years with the department. 6'1" 230 with a good hairy chest and a 6 inch dick. My wife of 27 years died 3 years ago. My wife died 3 years ago and I haven't got out much.

Well I drove for 3 hours into the dessert and then another hour up a canyon. I knew the area but had no idea that a man lived out here for that long.

Ralph had given me good directions to find his son. The trail got down to nothing but a couple tracks on the desert but then the canyon got a little greener and deeper. I could see a fence next to an old cottonwood tree and I stopped there to see if I could get Rudy to meet me.

I got out of the jeep and started to make camp. I looked up the canyon and saw smoke. I decided to take a walk. About a quarter mile further up the canyon I saw a small cave in the side of the canyon, just like Ralph said.

"Rudy" I shouted. Rudy, I'm a friend of your dad Ralph. I need to talk with you. I walked on for a bit getting closer to the cave. I yelled again. "Rudy, come on out, I need to talk with you."

"Stop, don't turn around!" a voice came from behind. "What do you want with Rudy?"

"Hey, are you Carl the cop?"

"Yea, I'm Carl but I'm not a cop any longer, I'm retired"

"Turn around."

I'm not gay, I think but when I saw Rudy my cock sturred. Here stood 6'5" of the biggest hunk of man I've ever seen. Long red hair that didn't seem to end from the top of his head through his beard and chest to the tops of his hands and arms.

"How's my pa?"

I told him that his pa had a heavy stroke but was getting better and his pa wanted to have him come home.

Rudy asked about the murder charge against him and I told him that someone else had confessed to the murder and that he was clear.

Rudy jumped up and gave me the biggest hug I've ever had. He just grabbed me and held me and danced around.

I was wearing shorts and couldn't believe that I was getting harder than I have in years. All that hair and muscle was really turning me on.

Finally Rudy settled down and let me go.

"Carl, its getting late and its a 4 mile drive back why don't we go back in the morning. I've got a big pot of rabbit stew on a campfire and plenty room for you to sleep."

I told him that it was a good idea and I joined him for dinner and a lot of talk. It was getting late and he said that he'd like to go up to the hot spring and relax before hitting the sack.

I wanted to see him naked and decided to goin him.

We walked about 200 yards up the canyon and got to the springs. We both started to strip down. I couldn't take my eyes off him. All that fucken hair. His chest was a thick mat of reddish-blond hair that melted from his beard into his chest. When he took off his pants his cock jumped out. My cock was hard also and he looked at me and said that he was a little worked up.

"Damn, all that driving and bouncing gave me a stiff one. Sorry."

"Hay man, no problem. My dick likes the attention that I usually give it in the springs and I get hard just walking up the path."

We both got in the springs. It was hot but not too hot. I just started to relax when Rudy started to rub my back.

"When pa comes up here we like to sit in the springs and I rub his back."

I really enjoyed Rudy's touch. His hands were big and strong and the water was soo warm. I leaned my head back and Rudy started to rub his hands on my chest. It felt so good. I could feel his chest touching my back. I was so fucken hard I could explode with just a breeze. He pulled me a little tigher against his chest and I felt his hard cock on my ass. I push against it a little, just to test the waters. He pushed against me a little more.

I couldn't believe that I was doing this, with a friends son, with a guy, but it felt sooo good.

"Rudy, man this feels so good, I'm not sure what's happening but don't stop."

"Dad and I used to do this all the time. I love to get my hands on you. I'll stop if you want."

"You and your Dad, really but a shit don't stop."

His hands worked my chest and his cock started workin on my ass. It felt so good to feel his fingers play with my nipples and the hair on my chest. He started to nibble on my ear and then stuck his tongue in my ear. I screamed and turned around.

We were face to face, chest to chest, cock to cock. I looked at him and kissed him, quick. But then longer and longer. He sucked my tongue and then I sucked his.

I felt his hand moving down my body and wrapping around my hard cock. I did the same to him. It was so good.

He suggested getting out of the water. We climbed up on a large flat rock. He pulled me on top of him. I was so hot from the hair. Hair everywhere - chest, legs, face, back, and beard. His hard dick was pressing against mine.

I was so close to cumming that I couldn't move. He moved and took my cock in his hand. I moved and shifted my weight and he turned me around. I felt his mouth on my dick. He was swallowing it. My wife, Tilley never wanted to suck, ooohhhh this felt good.

His fat 7 inches was in my face. I licked it, and rubbed my hands in the hair around his balls and then I just sucked it down. We went at each other for just a short time when I felt this feeling in my balls. I knew I was cumming. I kept my mouth around his cock and felt it getting bigger and bigger and we moaned and moaned and yelled and filled each other mouths with a river of cum. I was surprized. It tasted so good.

We hugged for a while then went to the cave and fell asleep for a while.

The next morning and the trip back is another story.