Bismarck, North Dakota

By Arnoldo Villegas Jr. MD

On Captain Leach Drive, along the Missouri River the house I rented was absolutely a bargain. The house was spacious and in very good shape. It was stylish and well decorated but the best part was the view. It was on the west side of the river and it afforded a view of Bismarck that was unsurpassed.

If you are a follower of this blog you would know that there was writing on November 2 about my brother Rafa and I and our experiences while attending medical school in the Dominican Republic. We are friends of Richard de Orizaba.

After my brother Rafa and I finished medical school in the Dominican Republic we both had to take whatever medical internship we could. It was very difficult as we were competing with thousands of American Medical School graduates. I finally landed an internship in a small regional hospital in Bismarck, North Dakota.

The problem was that I had to split my time between two hospitals because there wasn’t enough work for me in only one.

Saint Alexius Medical Center is the oldest hospital facility in North Dakota, with routes back to 1885, it was the first hospital established in Dakota Territory.

Medcenter One Health Systems has origins back to 1902 when Doctors Quain & Ramstad partnered together to open a clinic. Bismarck Evangelical Hospital was organized in 1907, and became the first hospital in western North Dakota to have an x-ray machine. The name changed to Bismarck Hospital in 1955, and then again to Medcenter One in 1984.

Both hospitals are only located within a few blocks of each other, and often partner together to provide full-level healthcare services. At one time, Bismarck had more beds per capita than any other city, other than Rochester, Minnesota. Today, the city maintains the largest healthcare facilities between Minneapolis and Seattle.

My poor brother Rafa was not having any luck. He must have applied to over five hundred facilities and the story was the same: They wanted American Medical School graduates. Finally, one possibility opened up and he took it. It turns out that it wasn’t as bad as he thought it was going to be and it wasn’t as far from me either. He got a job at a hospital in Helena, Montana, which is due west of Bismarck, a distance of 600 miles. A good seven hour drive any way you looked at it.

Rafa and I then were in agreement that driving was almost out of the question so we would try to fly once a month to see each other, taking turns. Rafa did not fare as well as I did in housing. He got an apartment in a very shabby building but his rent was one third of what I was paying.

My expectations as far as gay life was concerned were very low. North Dakota is a very conservative state and also very small. There seems to be only one venue in town where there is anything resembling any gay activity and that is “The Steer” and it all seems to revolve around these dances and some drag shows.

I just resigned myself to masturbate constantly and just wait to meet with Rafa once a month. I had a feeling that Rafa wasn’t going to have much better luck because Helena is even smaller than Bismarck. I think that whenever we get to be with each other we are going to tear each other apart from being so horny. Oh, how I missed my friend, my brother, my lover Rafa and that big beautiful cock of his

For the first time I my life I made use of “toys”. I would put a dildo up my ass and just close my eyes and dream that it was Rafa penetrating me. I would soon shoot my wad and rudely be confronted with reality: I was alone and it wasn’t Rafa but a plastic dildo...

When I got to Bismarck, there was already a chill in the air. Having lived all of my life in South Florida and then the Dominican Republic; I just wasn’t ready to face such frigid temperatures. It was already in the 40’s and it was not even October. When October arrived, so did our first snowfall. The locals said it was premature and an anomaly.

Outside of my window I could see the wonderful winter scene. The icicles on the branches and an eerie stillness as the birds are no longer heard, they had migrated south.

This too was not conducive to cruising as all the guys you would see had coats and were hiding their bodies. You would look at their faces and then tried to guess if they were built well or not. Certainly it wasn’t a turn on. I am so used to guys running around in shorts and t-shirts and often shirtless and I miss the eye candy.

The computer was also a great refuge for me. I would look at porn for hours and hours and was never satisfied. The whacking off was even more frequent because I was lacking satisfaction, the feel of a body, a naked body that would give me affection and sexual favors. Life seemed to suck at that point.

My schedule was grueling: I would work 36 hours straight with some catnaps sprinkled in and would rest for three days. My first day of work was incredible. The resident doctor who was supposed to be supervising me and teaching me was this old fart, around 70 who chewed tobacco and stank of high heaven. He had not kept up with the changes in medicine and I felt I was going to have to teach him instead of him teaching me.

The first day at the hospital was a day filled with all kinds of emergencies. The first one was this kid who had a bottle broken on his forehead as he was running. I did the most fantastic job of stitching that even the resident doctor commented that I had “embroidered” the wound. I knew it would heal and leave little traces of a scar.

The second case was a farmer who lost a finger when he got it caught on some farm equipment. They brought him in and his screams from the pain were heartbreaking. The finger came with him packed in ice. It took me several hours to re-attach it and I knew he would have limited use of his digit, but considering the alternatives I think he would have been happy to have five instead of four fingers. In this case again I showed the old goat resident doctor a thing or two.

I was to be off in an hour and there was an accident on the bridge and three people were admitted with serious injuries. I put them back together and overshot my schedule by six hours. By the time I got home I just dove into the bed and I slept 13 hours straight, not even getting up to pee.

It was so cold anyhow that I avoided the outdoors at all costs. It was from the house to the car and from the car to the hospital, don’t stop at go, don’t collect $200. It would take me a while to get used to that kind of brutal cold. I even had to go out and buy additional winter clothing. The business of buying groceries became a very difficult task. I just didn’t want to go outside.

The people I worked with were just wonderful. From the nurses to the rest of the staff I was welcomed from the very first day I was there. My sexual orientation was not an issue although a couple of the nurses picked up on it right away. It was obvious I was not among homophobes. The only one that seemed to be homophobic was the old goat resident doctor but since I knew so much more than he, he had to accept me and even would compliment me periodically, something the hospital staff told me he never did, ever.

There was an orderly working at the second hospital that was very cute and the nurses warned me about him. They said without prejudice, that the guy was a sexual maniac. He was gay and totally promiscuous. I kind of wanted to find out, but I was not going to go out of my way to do it.

Then one day I was in the lunch room and he sat down in the table next to mine and started a conversation. It was all very innocent at first, with him asking me how I liked working there, where I did my schooling and if I was getting used to the weather. But the whole time he was talking to me, he kept licking his lips and his eyes were giving him away. Body language too, wasn’t just talking; it was screaming “I want you”.

So I started to imagine what it would be like to actually go to bed with Allen. I would see him periodically in the halls and once in a while in the cafeteria. He would greet me and cruise me a little then he would go on to his business.

This went on for a while and Rafa called me and said that he would not be able to come because of scheduling conflicts and it would not be for another month until we would be in each other’s arms. That is when I decided to befriend Allen.

The next time I was in the cafeteria, I was already sitting and almost finished with lunch when he came out of the cafeteria line. I motioned with my hand for him to come over and he sat down across from me. I guess that was a treat for him to get invited to sit with me.

Me- “Listen, I was wondering, and pardon me if I am out of line, but I have to ask you because you seem to be a very open minded fellow and there is a possibility that you might know where the gay action is in this town”

Allen- (after his jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide) “Oh, sure, there is one place that has dances and drag shows, it can be a lot of fun on the weekends.”

Me- “oh, ok, I read about it in the internet, that seems to be the only listed place in Bismarck”

Allen- “Yeah, San Francisco this ain’t. Are you off tonight? Because there is going to be a party with a drag show at the Steer”

Me- “As a matter of fact, unless some emergency comes in at the last minute, I am supposed to get off at noon. I guess I will go home and take a nap and then go out. It is colder than hell out there but I am going to venture out for the first time, maybe we can meet there later. I tell you what, I’ll buy you a drink” And left it at that.

Did you even know that there were Drag Shows in the state of North Dakota? This is the only thing I could find in the internet: “Dakota Out Right presents the biggest and best shows in the region with each show’s audiences averaging around 300 people attending. Headlined by the wonderfully talented and quick-witted emcee & Show Director, Miss Janessa Jaye Champagne, the performers come from all around North Dakota, and they include both Drag Queens and Drag Kings. The shows include a great full-service cash bar, a DJ Dance following the show, and private security. The crowd is very friendly and is made up of straight, gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgendered people. We welcome you and your friends to join in on a great evening of entertainment.” Then it gives the dates of the performances. But from what I could surmise, the gay scene was very limited.

I went to the bar and when I arrived they had Karaoke going on. It was fun but there wasn’t a single person in there I would have in my bed. They were all older and not very attractive. Then Allen came with a friend. He sat next to me and I guess he assumed that we had a date. His friend was or at least appeared to be green with envy. I wasn’t going to disappoint Allen by giving him the cold shoulder so I kind of became receptive to his advances.

Why wouldn’t I? I was getting spontaneous erections at work and I was perennially horny. When Allen sat next to me, my dick went on overtime, my testosterone was flowing and I even noticed flushing in my face, like what you get when you take Viagra. This did not go unnoticed by Allen who saw my erection right away. And he said to me: “Don’t worry, we’re not going to be here very long, I would like to invite you to my house”

Allen had black hair and a pleasant face. He was not model material but was exuding a lot of sensuality and he was overall very attractive. His body was very nice too, with some chest hair and a clump that demarked the road to his crotch. I was eager to find out if he was hung because I needed to have a dick up my ass.

When Allen undressed, I was pleased. I knew I could get very turned on with this dude. His cock was already hard and it must have been about seven inches and uncut. The black body hair was a plus.

I went straight to his hairy chest and nibbled on his tits. The armpits were magnificent and he seemed to like for me to lick them. Then he became active again and started to do the same to me. We were going like this back and forth but so far there was no oral action. So when it was my turn again, I just went after his cock, got it in my mouth and started to blow him.

“Oh, doctor, ah, ah, that feels so good, ah, ah, you are good, ah, ah, suck my dick, yeah, oh”

I must have had Allen at the point of almost shooting his wad at least three times and I would pull out. Then I made my move.

I sat on his cock after putting on a condom on him and I think that the condom kind of took away some of the sensitivity and Allen was pumping and pumping without cumming. Or maybe the guy just had a talent for control.

All I know is that I wanted to get fucked and he was doing a very good job even if his dick was not of gigantic proportions, the boy could move and he was hitting my prostate just right to the point that I shot my loa

d without touching.

Allen and I would hit the sack every chance we had. Then Rafa finally came and we were in each other’s arms. Rafa gave me the fuck of a

lifetime, after all these months without my ass he seemed to be able to appreciate what he had. I know he loved me deeply, as a brother, a friend, a lover. But Rafa couldn’t help himself; he had to continue “the hunt”. I really don’t know what it was he was looking for. But then again, I am biased.

In the summer, Rafa and I had a week off our jobs and we decided we should drive to Yellowstone. Yes, I know it was a long drive but we thought that otherwise we would never get to see Yellowstone. I would fly from Bismarck to Billings where Rafa was to meet me at the airport and we would drive down to Yellowstone.

We got there very late and stopped at this campground where we spent the night. Early in the morning, Rafa was taking a leak and was busted by this guy named Paco who invited us for coffee in his motor home. He was on a cross country trip visiting all the National Parks.

But the curious and most amazing thing was that when it started to rain he invited us into the motor home to have coffee and when I started to talk to him we both found out were very good friends with Richard de Orizaba.

The interesting thing was also that Rafa initiated a sex three way with Paco and he was a porn star with an eleven inch dick. Naturally I got fucked and it was one of the best fucking anybody has ever given me including Richard de Orizaba. Rafa fucked him and then sucked me off.

I had four days off because it coincided with the fourth of July and I drove over to Mt. Rushmore. It is a magnificent testament to the perseverance and genius of the American spirit. Depicted are the Presidents in gargantuan proportions, but from far away they look like sculptures and the likeness is uncanny. The park is open all summer and thousands of tourists come to see the fantastic work of art and it is also located in a very picturesque and beautiful area.

Most of the tourists are heterosexuals but once in a while you could spot an elderly gay couple, you know the kind, they hooked up in some bus station over fifty years ago and are still together. But it was harder to find single gay guys, and even harder to find one that was attractive.

I stopped on the side of the road at this lookout and just got taken in by the spectacular view. I sat on the stone wall just enthralled by what I was seeing. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure move. It was this guy in a white wife-beater and jeans wearing a cap and taking a piss. He was sure taking his time but when I looked again he had pulled out his cock which was now hard and he held his hand behind his head and was looking straight at me. He walked off the path and disappeared in the bush about 50 feet downhill from where I was. I suppose he wanted me to follow.

I went down the same little trail and on the dirt among the leaves I could see used condoms, toilet tissue and a lot of human feces. But I didn’t see the guy so I was going to return when I heard: “pst, pst” and I looked and saw his head over some thick bushes.

I got there and he had taken off the sleeveless t-shirt and his pants were down to his ankles. His hard on was protruding and his face just cute and begging to be serviced.

I gave him a blow job and he left a happy trooper.

I stayed there a little longer before proceeding to check in at the Washington Inn Suites where I was going to spend two days. No sooner my underbrush trick left that another guy drove up, parked his car behind me and took a long look at me and smiled. This one was a blond in his twenties and had a pretty face and a prettier body. He did the same thing the previous guy I had just sucked and he climbed over the stone wall, went down the path and disappeared into the underbrush.

I of course followed, this one was even prettier than the last and again I could not see where the fuck he went. I just stood there in the middle of the condom filled trail and waited when I heard him clearing his throat. I knew then the direction he had taken and I headed that way.

I could see his naked torso and his pretty face, but I could not see below the waist or what he was doing. I could detect some movement of the left arm as if he was jacking off. I filled myself with courage and walked around the clearing and there he was, facing me with a raging hard on. His cock was something to see. He was huge! His cock was uncut and pretty at least eight inches long and very thick.

I started to play with his cock and he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down, somewhat forcefully, which I sort of liked, he was butch beyond belief; then I started to suck on that wonderful cock. He was producing a lot of pre-cum and it was sweet nectar. Then he pulled out a condom from his back pocket, put it on and without asking he just turned me around and began to penetrate my asshole. It was just what I needed. I wanted to get fucked and here is a guy who wanted to fuck.

Me- “yeah, yeah, that’s it, fuck my ass, yeah, fuck me, yeah, oh shit, that is one big cock, oh fuck, oh, oh, I’m gonna shoot, arghh, aaaaaaahhhhhh” and I shot my wad and so did he. I took off his condom and drank the man juice out of it. He was a little grossed out by this but I didn’t give a shit at that point. He left and so did I.

I got to Keystone and checked into the Washington Inn and it was close to four in the afternoon. The park would close shortly and I wanted to have as much time there as possible so I left it for the next day. Instead I went to the room, put on a very sexy Speedo and got into the Jacuzzi adjacent to the indoor swimming pool.

There were some old ladies lounging around and then I

heard a splash. I was facing away from the pool but the noise of the splash got my attention. I looked and all I could see wa

s somebody swimming underwater. When he surfaced, he walked out of the pool and he was magnificent.

Curiously, he was wearing what appeared to be underwear only it really was a swimsuit. His body was perfection, he was lean and muscular, young and smooth, yet he had hairy armpits. His face was incredibly handsome and his hair a dirty blond. I could tell he had blue eyes and his lips were full with a slight downward twist that gave him a pouting appearance.

He got out of the pool, walked past the Jacuzzi and as he walked by I ate him with my eyes, I devoured him with my look. He knew, he was aware he was beautiful and was now preening, headed towards the lounge chair where he left the towel and came over to get into the Jacuzzi. I couldn’t have been more excited.

He got into the Jacuzzi and the water was extremely hot. He commented: “Jesus Fucking Christ, this water is hot enough to boil eggs”

Me- “It’s good for you, if you can stand it”

“My name is Albert Sarmento”

“I’m Arnoldo Villegas, are you Brazilian?

“No, my grandparents were Portuguese, I was born in Providence, Rhode Island.”

“That’s where you get the good looks” I said and he smiled, triumphantly as if he had accomplished a great feat.

Within a couple of minutes I was starting to press my leg against his thigh and he didn’t take it away. However, the heat of the water was starting to get to me and I had to get out. I told him I had been in there more than fifteen minutes and needed to cool off. He suggested we go in the pool. And we did. One thing led to another and I groped him under water. He liked it because he smiled at me when I came up for air. Then he went under water again and pulled down my swimsuit.

I then told him that maybe we could go up to my room and have something to drink and he nodded affirmatively. He put on these cargo pants and a muscle sleeveless shirt and we went to the room. When we got there I commented on his good shape and he did a flexing demonstration which sent me up the wall and I had to feel his biceps. He loved it. Albert then turned around and flexed his pectorals and I followed with caressing them and I punched them to feel how hard they were. These gym rats love it when their bodies are worshiped.

I pulled up his shirt and he helped me some by pulling it some more and putting it behind his head to expose his chest completely. He had the kind of armpits I like and there was no deodorant. I started to kiss his chest and he just exhaled in a display of pleasure. I soon was sucking on his nipples and then licking his armpits. That was the best part until I reached down and felt a gigantic bulge. This boy was hung. He helped by pulling down his pants and getting the oversized dick out. When I grabbed it I couldn’t put my hand around it, it was that thick and the length was easily bigger than Rafa’s and Rafa has ten inches.

So I started to give this boy some head and I would look up at his face once in a while to assure myself it wasn’t a dream. He was smiling from ear to ear with his eyes closed. But it was not to last, he wanted my ass and when he reached over to grab it I wiggled to let him know I wanted it. I went to my travel bag, grabbed a condom and put it on him. I also got some lube and applied some to the condom and some in my ass crack. I leaned forward and braced myself for the oncoming invasion, with both hands firmly on the bed. Albert started to push the big mother fucker in and it took my asshole a little while to allow him entry. When it did, Albert commented: “That is one tight ass” and he started to pump away. I must admit I was in heaven; at that point the pleasure was so overwhelming I thought I was going to have an orgasm even though I wasn’t touching myself.

We switched positions several times until he finally lay on the bed and I sat on his big cock. I rode it until I could no longer stand the overwhelming feeling of the approaching orgasm. I told him I was going to cum and he then grabbed my cock and held it while I shot my wad. I think that is what made him unload his wad as well.

The next day I spent the whole day at the park and I drove back the following morning. I was so satisfied with the fuck Albert had given me that I didn’t even want to look or find anything else. I drove back early the next morning and rested for the rest of the day. The hospital had called and left a message in my voice mail to go in earlier.