National Park Treks, tracks tricks across America

Part Three

By Paco Prado

The Interstate sneaks into beautiful Eastern Oregon from Idaho disguised as a highway. It is a major link for the West Coast of Oregon. Other than I-5 the interstate that connects Oregon to the North and South, this one connects it to the East and is one of the most important and busy thoroughfare in all of the country.

Here pass hundreds of thousands of trucks carrying anything and everything and they have to stop. Stop they will to refill with fuel, to eat, to socialize and yes, to release their bowels. Even some will stop to get some romance or sexual encounters; with each other.

The scarcity of women at these places makes it almost obligatory that these men seek sexual encounters with other men, much like inmates will seek sex with other inmates. No, they are not really gay, but these dudes have an uncanny sense of self worth and an even bigger sexual appetite. It seems that being alone inside the cabin of a truck driving they get to thinking about sex and as a result the testosterone begins flowing in their bodies.

These truckers are among the most oversexed creatures on the face of the earth. Now, let’s not talk about how attractive they are, because you will rarely find a Dolce Gabbana type model among these guys. They are rough, have unkempt appearances, they often sport facial hair in a thousand different configurations, from long full beards to handlebar moustaches and anything in between and they are far from scrawny.

Then you will not find the anorexic, smooth type men either. These guys are more often than not bears, some gross, but some oh, so sexy. Forget about thin, these guys don’t adhere to the same beauty standards as the rest of society and that is a good thing. I have often questioned the practicality and the lack of realism that these fashion houses and fashion gurus want us to accept as the norm. Ordinary people don’t shave their bodies nor do they wear outlandish and impractical garments.

IT’S A SMALL WORLD

My first stop in Oregon where I would spend the night was a truck stop in La Grande on I-84 in Eastern Oregon. I arrived around 6pm and there were few truckers or rigs in the parking lot. Surely at this early hour I would be able to get a meal and the service would be tolerable. I parked alongside this white rig with Canadian plates.

I headed for the restaurant but I had already put gas in so that I would not have to do it in the morning. There were maybe ten truckers eating an early dinner. All of them were old, fat and ugly, except this one. He was much younger and sported quite a nice physique. His face was handsome beyond belief, I can tell you that he resembled Ben Affleck but that would be silly of me.

I do know that the guy was totally hot. He was wearing a dark long sleeve sweat shirt and pants that had seen better days but which showed an incredible bulge. This dude had no facial hair whatsoever and he was in line to pay the cashier as I was approaching the line to pay. He looked at me briefly, smiled and winked, also did a nodding as if saying “hi”.

He paid and went outside. He was sitting in one of the benches smoking a cigarette. I came out of the restaurant and had to pass right in front of him. Of course, I had to say something but he beat me to it: “Hello, nice evening, heh?”

I knew right then and there he was Canadian, perhaps the driver of the truck parked next to me, so I answered: “It sure is, are you Canadian”

Joe- “Sure am, my name is Joe, I’m from Toronto”

Me- “My name is Paco, I am from Houston”

Joe- “What are you doing so far from home, are you driving a truck?”

Me- “No, I’m in a camper visiting all the national parks, I’m on a long vacation, you could say”

Joe- “That’s great, do you want to have a couple of brews with me?

Me- “Sure, let me go to the store and get us some”

Joe- “That won’t be necessary, I have a cooler I just filled with beers when I got here a couple of hours ago”

We went into his truck and I sat in the passenger seat. From where I was sitting I could see some porn magazines and they had guys on it! Eureka, I struck gold! Joe gave me a beer, you know, that cheap shit that tastes like douche water? But I drank it anyhow and then addressed him in no uncertain terms: “Tell me Joe, where are you heading?”

Joe- “I just delivered a load in Northern California, I loaded up some table grapes and figs and I am heading back to Toronto”.

Me- “I’m heading West, first to Portland then I am going to visit Crater Lake”

Joe- “What do you do for a living Paco”

Me- “I own a couple of Fitness Centers”

Joe- “You are lucky, you are able to take the time off and see all the natural beauty, visit the parks and even get to know people. I on the other hand, all I get to see is fucking truck stops and gas stations, eat at the worst restaurants and do it all in a hurry otherwise I won’t make any money”

Me- “I hear you. But once in a while, when you are close enough to one of these natural wonders you should take a couple of hours off and take a peek, I assure you it will be worth your while even if you miss a couple of hours on your trip, but then again, who am I to tell you how to run your business”

Joe- “No, you are right, we all should take a little time to smell the roses”

I glanced over the bed where the gay magazines were and I point blank asked him: “I see you like looking at dude’s magazine Joe, are you gay?”

Joe- “I sure am, that is why I asked you to come to my truck in the hopes we could fool around”

Me- “Do you find me attractive? I am a lot older than you”

Joe- “Man, you are one sizzling hot dude” Then he leaned over and put his hand on my thigh and traveled further up right to cup my now growing erection.

Joe- “Good grief Paco, you seem to have a canon stored up in there, it is packed solid, you want to take it out?

Me- “I would, but I want you to take off your clothes first, I want to enjoy your body”

Joe then pulled all the curtains in the cabin and the self contained living quarters was like a space capsule, everything that needed to be there was, and there was no room for anything superfluous or frivolous. After he pulled the curtains he started to undress in front of me. I was in awe at the beauty of this guy. He had muscles and was attractive in so many ways. He did have a little bit of a pot belly, I suppose from so much beer drinking and sitting all day behind the wheel, but I didn’t mind. His armpits were to die for. Joe was one hot, sexy dude. Then he turned around to show me his bubble butt.

Joe- “Do you like my ass?”

I pulled out my cock and said: “your ass is magnificent, do you like my cock?

Joe- “I sure do, I have only seen another one that big and it was in Texas, a guy named Richard”

Me- “No, it just couldn’t be….was he a journalist?”

His eyes now wide open by the surprise: “Yes he was, do you know him?”

Me- “know him? I have been to bed with him, but we were always jockeying for the top and neither one of us was willing to let the other one fuck each other because cocks like ours are too big to take up the ass”

Joe- “So, who fucked who?”

Me- “we took turns, and we remained friends to this day”

Joe- “I have to tell you that I have yet to meet somebody who has fucked me the way Richard did and certainly never seen another cock bigger and prettier than his, until now”

Me- “That is remarkable, it is indeed a very small world” at this point, I had Joe’s head with both hands and I kissed him. Soon I pushed him down towards my crotch and he took it in his mouth like a champ.

Of course I wanted to get to his ass so I made him lay on his stomach and I went after that bubble butt. He did have a lingering masculine scent, after driving for so many hours but I was that much more turned on by it and also by his glorious armpits, without deodorant!

Joe- “Oh Paco, eat my ass, you are as good as Richard, he loved to eat my ass, lick my armpits, and then he would make me cum while he fucked me, eh”

Me- “I am pretty much the same as he. I like to eat you, I want to drink your Canadian boy juice after I fuck the shit out of you”

Joe- “Yes, that’s it, I love it, I want you to fuck me, eh”

My huge cock invaded Joe’s receptive asshole. I went at it as if I had not seen an ass in a year. I knew I could fuck him rough and fast, pulling it out all the way and plummeting my cock back in without mercy. Joe was going to not just endure it, he was going to love it.

After about one solid half hour of the wildest fuck, Joe started to voice his pleasure louder and with more urgency. “oh, oh, ah, ah, yes, fuck me, fuck me harder, ah, ah, you’re going to make me cum”

Me- “Hold on, don’t cum yet, let me turn you around so I can suck you”

Joe- “Oh, my God, oh, oh, fuck, man, that feels so good, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold it back Paco, I feel like I’m going to shoot my load”

Me- “uhm, uhm, aha, uhm, uhm, mmmmmmmm” As Joe unloaded his sweet Canadian Maple Syrup boy juice into my waiting mouth. I then shot my own load into his ass and we were both happy campers.

Joe had to depart very early in the morning and we exchanged phone numbers. We thought that in one of his trips through Texas he could stop and we could fuck. He told me he did stop once to see Richard on his way back from Mexico.

My next stop was Portland, Oregon. There I planned to stay in a hotel that was very swanky and known as gay friendly, if not downright gay.

On the west side of downtown Portland (also sometimes referred to as downtown's West End), just off of West Burnside Street, Southwest Stark Street holds one of the city's small gay entertainment epicenters. Along here you'll find a number of gay bars and gay-friendly restaurants, including Scandals, the Portland Eagle (actually on Burnside, but just steps away), Red Cap Garage and Boxxes, the Roxy Diner, and - pictured here - the Ace Hotel and Stumptown Coffee The famed Silverado strip club moved several blocks away in 2007 and that is where I intended to go because I heard the strip shows were absolutely terrific. All the dancers were hot and young, very cute and friendly and because they got paid well, they were not out hustling the customers.

My problem was with the motor home. The Ace Hotel does not have room for my vehicle. I had to make arrangements with a parking lot down the street for the three days I was to be in Portland. I did keep the motorcycle out and that was parked in the basement of the hotel. Public transportation is so good in this city that I would hardly have to use my motorcycle.

My first adventure in Portland was at the Bagdad Theater. I went to an early showing of a gay film, you know the type, more hype and no

substance, not even some decent shots of dicks ravaging assholes, just a couple of anorexic European dudes with some very serious psychological problems. I could barely keep awake, let alone follow the plot. But there were other more interesting things happening that immediately caught my eye. One of them was this dude sitting about two seats away from me on the row behind me and the light provided by the movie was enough for me to determine this cat was a looker.

He busted me looking at him but was not insulted, on the contrary, he opened his legs and grabbed his crotch. I assumed then that the theater was a bit cruisy and it was. Then he took off his shirt and his pants were down on the floor. He just sat on that blue chair in his undies with his legs wide open.

I got up to go to the bathroom and he got up too and followed me. Already at the urinals there were these two twinks, one of which had a peculiar Mohawk with a little piggy tail but he was cute and the other one looked like he had been around the block once or twice but had a respectable size dick. They did not even hide their erections, they were there for sex and when we came in they were not even fidgety. We could have been cops.

But my buddy from the theater went into one of the stalls and motioned me to join him. I am not very comfortable having sex in a public restroom and even worse inside a stall together with another guy. A glory hole might be a different story because if somebody walks in you have enough time to sit on the toilet and pretend you are taking a dump.

So I did go in and he was holding his ass cheeks with both hands indicating to me he wanted it up the ass. He was bending and looking through the glory hole where our two urinal visitors had taken refuge. The guy with the big cock sat on the toilet and the young one with the Mohawk sat on his dick and started to ride him.

He then moved over to the side and started to look through the glory hole and motioned with his fingers he wanted to suck some dick. My trick who was about to be penetrated by me stuck his large size cock in the glory hole which the young dude immediately engulfed with his mouth.

I started to penetrate the dude after putting on a condom and I pumped no more than two minutes when he just blew his load in the awaiting mouth of the Mohawk dude who was also getting fucked. He blew his load and so did the guy who was fucking him. I was about to when my trick pulled out my dick, thanked me and left the stall.

Now I was left with a raging hard on and almost at the point of cumming. Mother fucker trick didn’t even have the decency to jerk me off.

So I left the theater, all pissed off and with my dick pulsating and throbbing. As I walked outside, right there on the sidewalk there was this guy leaning against the wall and he was hot. I figured he was in his thirties, had a beard and a moustache and worked out regularly judging by the size of his chest and solid biceps. He looked me over, from head to toe as I approached him. Then as I got nearer he asked me for a light.

Me- “I don’t smoke, I’m sorry”

Stranger- “Don’t be, it’s a nasty habit, but a good way to break the ice, when you ask for a light or a cigarette”

Me- “Oh, you wanted to break the ice?”

Stranger- “Wait a minute, I think I know who you are….aren’t you a porn star? Come’ on, is your name Paco?

Me- “Yep, that’s me”

Stranger- “I must have all of your movies….you are one hell of a fucker. I can’t get over how far you shoot your load when you cum…and the size of your cock! Man, that is gigantic”

Me- “Well, you know my name, what’s yours?

Stranger- “Stephen Morganstern, happy to meet you, call me Steve”

Me- “Tell me Steve, is there a watering hole near here where we could get a beer or something to drink, that is if you accept my invitation”

Steve- “In a New York minute I will, sure, there is a bar near here a block that way then on the right”

Actually, it was the Portland Eagle, but at that early hour, they were just getting started with happy hour. Remember that in the summer when you are that far north it doesn’t get dark until real late. We walked over there and he was very pleasant. I realized the guy was big. He towered over me by about two inches and I am six feet tall. He was very well put together but I could not figure out if he was a bottom or a top or even if he was a hustler.

We got to The Eagle and sat in one of the booths, he sat across from me but soon went to the bathroom and when he came back he sat right next to me. It was then that I had to ask him: “Tell me Steve, are you a working boy?”

Steve- “You mean if I am a hustler? No, not at all, as a matter of fact I was waiting for a date but he never showed up. We were going to the movies and then to dinner. So, what brings you to Portland?

Me- “Oh, I am on a vacation, visiting all the National Parks traveling in a motor home”

Steve- “Where have you been so far?”

So I told him and he said that he would like to do that someday. Then I asked him what he did for a living. Now, get this, the guy is a writer. It turns out he is a writer for the same magazine Richard works for. They actually know each other and have been to bed. Again, IT’S A SMALL WORLD. First it was Joe the Canadian truck driver, then the two doctor brothers and now Steve. Now I would like to know, what are the chances, the probabilities, out of 300 million people I meet all these people who know Richard within a couple of days. I am going to call him later to tell him. Could it be that Richard is tricking with each and everyone of the gay men in America?

Steve then started to hold my hand and once in a while he would caress my face. Then I kissed him. He was thrilled. He asked then if I was attracted to him and invited me to come over to his apartment.

We got there and our clothes came off. He was a bear, hairy as shit but wonderfully masculine and very nicely built. His beard and moustache made him look more virile. I was enjoying this trick immensely.

Kissing, caressing, and just discovering each other’s body was extraordinary. I was getting hairs between my teeth but I didn’t care. He had a very nice cock although it was cut it was large and didn’t look mutilated. I thought for sure he was going to turn out to be a top, the size of his dick alone would have justified it, but no, he asked me when he grabbed my cock if I was going to fuck him like I Richard fucked had fucked him and the way I fucked this bear in one of my movies.

I tried to remember the plot, not that it was important, but it was up to me to provide Steve with the fantasy he had seen. So I said: “Yea, whore, I’m gonna make you my fuck bag and you are going to love it”

Steve- “Oh, shit yes, I want you to fuck me, I want to have that big cock up my ass even if it hurts”

So I went to rim his ass in order to prep him some to relax him, and Steve was about to go through the ceiling from the pleasure of getting rimmed. I inserted a couple of fingers and then after putting on a condom I penetrated him. I wasn’t going to be slow or be easy on him, I was sure he didn’t want me to be.

Steve- “oh, Jesus Christ, that hurts, oh, oh, take it out, oh, that hurts, you are bigger than Richard”

Me- “Listen up whore, you are going to take this big dick up your ass because you are my bitch now”

Steve- “Yes sir, but please, don’t go so deep”

Me- “You know you want me to, I’ll go even deeper and you are going to enjoy it you big pussy, you are my pussy boy now and I am going to fuck you until your eyes bug out”

Steve- “Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me deep, yes, I’m your bitch, oh my God, oh, oh, oh, oh shit, fuck, fuck me harder, yes, yes, oh, oh, go deeper, I’m a big boy”

Me- “No, you are not a big boy, you are my big boy pussy, you are my bitch”

Steve- “Oh, I’m gonna cum, oh, oh, oh”

Me- “You got to give daddy your boy juice, here, let me suck you off while I fuck you”

Steve- “Oh, Jesus, oh, sweet Jesus fucking Christ, I’m shooting my wad, ooooooohhhhhhh, aaaaahhhhhh!”

The following night I went to this bar that was real busy. Scandals has been an institution in Portland for many years and it doesn’t wane in popularity. This particular night it was a Saturday and the place was packed. Steve was the only person so far that has recognized me during this trip. My luck had just run out. The disc jockey immediately knew who I was. He announced it to the whole bar and he came over and asked if I would do a strip number. I just wasn’t ready for that but I did it anyways and my dick got hard as I started to move my hips with the gyrations that have been my trademark. Those boys were going bananas. While I was doing the number, they were coming over to stuff money in my skivvies. I don’t mean dollar bills, they were putting in twenties and even a couple of hundreds. I think they came from these old aunties sitting in the front.

In any case, I counted it and it was over $350. I thought that was about $700 an hour. Not bad at all. But the added fringe benefit is that I now could have anybody in the bar. They were coming up to me and telling me how they enjoyed it or that they had this or the other movie of mine. It was an ego trip for me, unplanned and unsolicited.

I could have had anybody in that bar. Instead I opted to leave and try my luck elsewhere. As I walked out, I see this guy who looked like a hustler. He was kind of cute in a rough way, almost scraggly, with his shirt opened in the front and his pants were tight enough to show a bulge. I passed in front of him and he looked but tried to be nonchalant about it. I turned around and asked him: “You are a working boy?”

Hustler- “Are you a cop?”

Me- “No, but I’m looking for some action”

Hustler- “what do you have in mind?”

Me- “I just want to suck a juicy cock”

Hustler- “I have a nice one, but it will cost you”

Me- “How much?”

Hustler- “$50.00”

Me- “You want to come over to my hotel?”

He agreed and we walked over the few blocks that separated me from satisfaction and frustration. I figure when I pay for sex I am more in control…and it is all about control; after all, I could have had anybody at the bar I just left. There were some drop dead gorgeous guys there, but since I just did a strip number it killed it for me…there was no challenge….the element of the “hunt” was eliminated, I could not make a “conquest”…no carving of a notch on my bedpost.

I didn’t ask the hustler his name…I didn’t care, I just wanted to suck a dick and no more than that. The hustler had other ideas. He thought he was going to get to fuck me.

At the hotel room I instructed him to get naked and stand in front of me. When he did, I pulled out my dick and the hustler just shook his head. He did say: “man, how come a good looking dude with a cock that big has to pay for sex?

Me- “Never mind that, you wouldn’t understand, come here, let me suck you”

He stood in front of me, I sat on the bed, I sucked him off and paid him. The whole transaction didn’t take any more than fifteen minutes. I shot my wad when he came in my mouth.

The day after I left Portland and drove to the coast. This is perhaps the most beautiful coastline In the United States. I picked up some driftwood and intend to make a couple of lamps out of them.

I traveled South on I-5 to hook up with OR-62 and eastward to Crater Lake. I think this is by far the most beautiful freshwater lake in the world. It must be a spectacle in the winter. Right now it is clear of ice and snow but still very picturesque. I was to rent a room at the Crater Lake Lodge where I had reservations I made back in Portland. The place was incredibly beautiful and the views breathtaking.

The room itself was a little bit worn out but I didn’t mind, it was cheap enough. The clientele was not. It was a combination of young and old, most of them straight, if not all of them, but you know what they say, the only difference between a straight man and a gay one is a six pack of beer.

Of course I am always on the lookout for good looking guys. Your gay detection device doesn’t turn on and off at will. But at that point I wasn’t particularly horny and I was more interested for once in my surroundings and enjoying the beauty of nature.

(To be continued…