Monday, November 30, 2009
Part Two
By Paco Prado
The stops along the way: Terre Haute, Indiana
Cedar Rapids, Iowa
Siux Falls, South Dakota Larry's I-29 Truck Plaza
Mt. Rushmore, South Dakota
Wyoming
It was the middle of summer and the whole country was suffering from one of the most severe heat waves in recorded time. There were seniors dying in some of the large cities because these Northern cities have no air conditioning and there are no way they are prepared for this sort of extreme heat.
Indiana was right in the middle of the hot weather. When I arrived the temperature at 11 am was already 98 degrees. I was not feeling it because I had the air on in the motor home. But when I stepped out it was as if I was hit in the head by a 2 X 4.
But there is one good side to all this heat and that is that the guys start shedding their clothes and go about without shirts and sometimes in very skimpy cut-offs. As I opened the door of the motor home, right next to me was this incredible stud standing next to his motorcycle. He had a beard and was pretty in the face, masculine and scruffy, all sweaty and built, with muscles and tats all over. He wore a red bandana ad looked at me and smiled.
I went to the bathroom and got in front of the urinal. A couple of seconds passed and the biker comes into the tearoom and opts to pee in the urinal next to me even though there were two other urinals unoccupied. He took out his dick and it was already half hard. He then turned his head and starts to look at my cock. My dick then started to grow the impressive 11 inches that has made it possible for me to have a career in porn.
He looked at it and made all kinds of face expressions, from puckering the lips to licking his mouth to even led out a whistle. “phew, woah, that is one big mother fucking pecker” and looked at me while I smiled.
“would you like to have that thing sucked?” I nodded
; then he said: “you are in the motor home, aren’t you? We could go in there and have some fun”
I just indicated to him with a gesture of my head to follow.
He came in after I let him step into the door ahead of me and I offered him a beer. He accepted, it was so hot that a cool beer would have quenched anybody’s thirst. I told him to sit down and make himself comfortable. I guess he took that to mean to take off his pants and boots.
With a beer bottle in my hand, I pulled out my cock and I put the beer next to it. The cock surpassed the beer in length and equaled it in girth. He was very impressed and came over to suck it.
After he realized he really was doing a piss poor job because he just couldn’t get it in his mouth, I suggested he let me have his body for a little while. His muscles and his beauty were just saying: Look at me, caress me, kiss me, lick me”
Of course it was salty, all that sweat and it smelled too. He didn’t have very good smelling breath so I ruled out the kissing but the armpits were to die for and then I turned him around and he let me kiss and lick his asshole. 
After working his sweaty ass pucker with my tongue and fingers, he was ready to get fucked. I put on a condom and penetrated him. This biker could ride. He rode his motorcycle and my cock and was milking my dick with his contractions, all very expertly, while he sat on it and just squatted to go up and down at will. He increased the pace and was about to shoot his wad: “oh, oh, oh my Lord, oh, oh, that is so fantastic, oh, oh, I love that big cock up my ass, oh, yes, oh yes, fuck me, fuck my ass, I’m gonna shoot, oh, oh, oh, oooooohhhhhh, aaaaaaaahhhh, there it goes. But I didn’t have time to get my mouth around it and instead I scooped the jizz from my belly, offered him some and then I licked the rest. I too shot my wad and when I took out my dick he took off the condom and drank all the man juice stored in it.
Mr. Biker left in his bike and I spent the night at that truck stop in Indiana and woke up around 3 am when one of these noisy rigs just came and parked right next to me. The roaring of the motor was deafening. The driver finally turned it off and I thought now I could sleep but it was not to be. About an hour of tossing and turning I thought I would get an early start. I got some coffee from the restaurant that stayed open 24 hours, bought some pastries and orange juice for breakfast later.
My next stop will be the Wal-Mart truck Center on Ferrys Road just off I-380 in Iowa. I wasn’t even tired when I got there so I stopped for a quick bite and refueling and thought I could go on driving for a few more hours. I took I-29 to get on I-90 but had to stop at the Roadway Travel Center in Siux Falls, South Dakota. It was clean and neat. All you could hope for in a place like that. Even the restrooms were sparkling and there was a lot of truckers coming in, not quite ready to spend the night but a refueling and doing a dinner stop. I thought I should spend the night and parked where I thought I would not be bothered by the noise of arriving and leaving trucks in the middle of the night. There was an area for campers and private vehicles and I parked at the end under a big light pole that provided light to half of the parking lot.
I walked around, looked in the gift shop, made several trips to the bathroom, sat on the bench, smoked a couple of cigarettes but there were no interested parties. So I returned to the motor home and got on the computer. I got caught on my e-mails and even looked at porn for a couple of hours. By then, all the porn had gotten me
horny and the hard on was there, not going soft. I went out one more time to take a walk and by now there were truckers arriving to stay the night. Then around 7 pm there was a very interesting little group of guys that looked like some kind of college weight lifting or gymnastics club. They said they were traveling to Chicago for the “competition”. I didn’t ask but I took it to be some kind of body worship bullshit and they were all a bunch of narcissists on the lookout for som
ebody to worship their beautiful bodies and maybe give them blow jobs.
They were all young and gorgeous. In the summer heat, it was still light out and would be for at least another two hours. They were not wearing shirts and the muscles on them were incredible. One of them started to talk to me and asked me if there was any action around there. I answered that not to my knowledge but then I asked him what kind of action they were looking for. He quickly answered: “just about anything man, we are all horny and we don’t see any pussy around, except the fat waitress in the restaurant; that is the only cunt around for a hundred miles.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked
Body builder: “oh, I dunno, just some fun
, maybe jerking off or something”
Me- “How big is your dick?”
Body builder- “It’s pretty big, you wanna see it?”
Me- “Sure, pull it out”
I’ll be damned if he didn’t sit next to me, pulled down his zipper and whipped out a very respectable eight or nine inch cock.
Me- “That is downright nice, but you want to see something bigger?” And I pulled out my cock which by now was hard again and the body builder just dropped his jaw.
Bodybuilder- “Oooweee, whoa! That is what I call a dick”
Me- “I’m in the motor home, you see the white one over there? Come over in about five minutes”
He knocked on the door and I let him but I was almost naked, just wearing a very skimpy wrap around my waist. I made him sit on the passenger chair and gave him a blow job.
He then asked me if I wanted to do some of 
his buddies. I told him to send them over one by one, I would take care of them. They were traveling in this SUV Hummer kind of vehicle and there were six of them.
One by one they paraded into my motor home and I gave each and everyone the best blow job they ever had, complete with the gargle technique, which I am sure they had never experienced.
All six of them were built with super muscular bodies but the last one they saved for me was the best. .He had a full beard, long and black with some streaks of blond on the handle bar part of the moustache. He was a real doll and the body was also incredible. It turned out that he had the biggest cock as well. After I serviced him they all left, happy and relieved.
After they left there was this real hot guy who was also very muscular and he was cleaning the empty truck but the back of the truck was within my view. He kept going in and out, sweeping, climbing up and down shirtless. The muscles were impressive and he seemed to have a real cute face.
This dude knew I was cruising him so he was showing off. I walked past him and he walked towards me. He stood there on the truck bed and all he said was “Hi, you up for some fun?” and grabbed his crotch. I knew then he wanted to be serviced.
He climbed down and went into the truck cabin and motioned me to follow. He got in and by the time I got around to the passenger side and got in, his pants were around his ankles and he was sporting a very healthy hard on. The cock he had was more than respectable in size, a bit odd for a guy so well built as they tend to have their genitals atrophied when they are serious body builders like he was.
I had to feel his muscles first and he was happy to allow me to do it, most body builders are thrilled when somebody worships their bodies. I cupped his pectorals and hit them with my closed fist, I squeezed the biceps and then I went and sucked on his nipples. He liked that quite a bit but when I went for his armpits it was a disappointment. Not only was he totally shaved but he had caked on deodorant. It was gross. I did the best thing I could under the circumstances, I traveled downward, licking his outie belly button and then on to his crotch which was not shaved and the pubic hair was thick and black providing a bed to the base of this very large schlong. The son of a bitch had at least ten inches and it was beautiful.
Trucker- “Suck it, you know you want it, you already sucked off all those guys, don’t think I wasn’t watching….I know you gave them blow jobs”
So the whole time those guys were taking their turn at getting their cocks serviced this guy was there watching them go in and come back out a few minutes later. I guess that made him horny and he wanted a piece of the action.
Who am I to argue? With a beautiful body like that, a nice face and a big cock it is hard to resist not servicing a stud like that. I went down on him and had a hell of a time getting it into my mouth. I did and it went all the way down my throat but half of it was still outside. I then started to use both hands and I was delighting this dude. He leaned back on the chair and just allowed me to service him. It took a while to bring him to an orgasm, but when he did, it was vociferous and almost animal like. His was one of grunts, wild sounds like an orangutan or an ape and it was music to my ears. I was jerking off in unison with his groans and when he blew his load so did I.
I left early in the morning and made it to Mt. Rushmore in the afternoon. It was early enough that I could enjoy the scenery and admire the greatness of those Presidents carved into the 
mountainside. I slept at a rest area and some fucking child was crying all night. It was a few cars away and I had very little sleep as did his mother, I am sure.
I set out early after a light breakfast and got on I-90 and I didn’t stop until I arrived at Yellowstone National Park. It is a spectacle and a show that nature puts on for us all to wonder. All this time I had it in the back of my head that this was one super sized volcano, I was actually in the caldera which 
measured many miles in its diameter. There was wild life all around but when I got to the geysers that was the icing on the cake. The park service has it down pat, they know exactly when it is going to blow and have it listed. As hundreds gather around to watch the spectacle, the waiting becomes moments filled with expectancy and anticipation. There were quite a few guys I would have done and I made no bones about looking at them and crusig them. I think a couple got the drift and sort of made it known to me that they were aware but the two cutest ones were a couple and I don’t think they were unfaithful or had an arrangement. Finally Old Faithful blew its load. It was nature’s own orgasm, the jizz was in the form of boiling water and steam and it went up about one hundred feet. I thought to myself “now, there is one instance of a load being blown off that travels a lot further then mine”
I got a spot at the only campground within the park that offers RV services like electrical hook ups, water and sewer at the Fishing Bridge RV Park and it was packed. I was lucky I had made reservations ahead. It was a veritable parade of tourists of all ages, shapes and sizes and sexual gender. A lot of them were older retired types but there were a few that clearly were on their honeymoon. There were no single men unaccompanied.
But not is lost, since I think that it is within human nature to stray and try to find something else on the side. But before I got to the more serious business of tricking, I went on a rafting excursion. It was exciting and 
the water was freezing cold. There were eight of us on this raft that I though could only accommodate four. But the rapids were exciting and the whole thing worthwhile. I was too distracted to cruise anybody on the raft and the water getting me wet wasn’t fun or conducive to this type of thing. When it was over, I had to go back and take a nap. I got up a few hours later and fixed myself a tuna sandwich and had a couple of beers sitting on a lawn chair outside my motor home.
The horse tour was coming back and they all filed past in 
front of me. One of the guys on the tour was the leader or the guide and he was dressed in a cowboy type outfit with a hat and he was handsome as shit. When he went by, he brought his hand to the hat, tipped it and said “howdy, how ya doin’?”
Me- “Just great, this place is incredible…do you work here?”
Cowboy guide- “Sure do, let me take the horse in and I’ll be back to chat”
Cowboy did come back and he wasn’t wearing the hat now. His head was shaved and he was drop-dead gorgeous.
He came up to me, extended his hand, very assertive and butch: “My name is Cal Aufenkamp”
Me- “I’m Paco Prado, glad to meet you” I pulled up another lawn chair and offered him a beer.
Cal- “I knew it was you the minute I saw you. I own many of your movies”
Me- “Oh shit, it seems to follow me everywhere I go, even here in the wilderness somebody recognizes me”
Cal- “Don’t worry about it, I have actually jerked off so many times when I saw you fucking I don’t even want to tell you how often. You are one hell of a hot dude and a good porn star”
Me- “So tell me about yourself Cal”
Cal- “I am originally from Nebraska, I work here every summer for the past three years and the rest of the time I am trying to get my degree in forestry”.
Me- “That sounds like you are living the good life Cal. I mean, working here must be fascinating and exciting”
Cal- “It is, but there is no gay life anywhere around for hundreds of miles. Only the occasional gay tourist but most of them come as couples so I drive to Minneapolis once or twice a year. Most of the time I just stay home and surf the internet or watch your movies”
Me- “Could I make your fantasies come true? I mean, are you interested in fooling around with me?”
Cal- “Interested? Jesus Fucking Christ, it is like a dream come true, a wet dream come true”
Me- “Let’s go inside I want to show you the last movie I made. It hasn’t been released yet”
I turned on the CD player and we sat down on the little sofa and the movie started to roll. It opens up with my cock displayed on the full screen and then the credits. Cal commented: “man, is your dick really that big or is it a camera trick?”
Me- “You want to see it?” By then I was almost reaching a
full erection and I pulled it out.
Cal- “Wow man that cock is big. And it is beautiful can I suck it?”
Me- “Go to town cowboy, this is your chance to get even with your horny feelings”
Cal began to suck me but couldn’t take all of it. Struggling to get it in his mouth, he was just worshiping it and licking it. Then he asked me to fuck him.
We fucked for hours and he spent the night. We fucked again in the morning but he had to go to work at ten for his first horse tour.
I stuck around after I took out my motorcycle and explored the park. There is no possible way you can see it all in two days but I was more than satisfied and tired after being on my motorcycle all day. I went to sleep and woke up around five in the morning made some coffee and I was out sitting on my lawn chair when I see that out of the car about three cars away from the motor home the same two cute guys I had seen earlier.
They came out and just started stretching and one of them took a piss. He looked at me and smiled because he knew he had been busted taking a leak and since he was facing me and had not seen me, he figured it was too early for anyone to be out so I saw his ding dong.
He came over after he had finished peeing and was 
about to shake my
hand then remembered that was the hand he had been holding his dick with. So he retracted it and I took it anyhow, shaking it and telling him that it was ok. Then the other 
dude came and Rafa introduced him, “this is my brother Arnolfo” They were not a couple, they were brothers. After I looked at them again I picked up on the resemblance.
We talked for a while and I invited them for coffee inside the motor home because it started to rain. After more conversation, it turns out that Arnoldo knew Richard de Orizaba whom he had been to bed with about 6 years ago. It is a very small world indeed.
Rafa initiated the sex session and we had a wonderful three way. Right there in the motor home in Yellowstone National Park. Rafa, Arnoldo and I, friends of Richard de Orizaba had to travel that long a distance to get to know each other physically and biblically speaking.
I kept going west on I-90 into Idaho and the vistas were spectacular from the moment you enter the state. I got into Spokane in the middle of the afternoon.
They have an annual basketball festival; the Spokane Hoopfest was a pretty amazing experience. The streets of downtown Spokane were completely filled with basketball hoops. Around 7,000 teams participate and 200,000 people come to watch. The participants paraded and it seem
ed that everyone of them was nearly seven feet tall. Well, that is what it seemed to me. A lot of them were hot studs too. I got more than one indiscreet glance from the guys at the parade.
Spokane is basically a college town, far away from Seattle and it takes on a life of its own. It is liberal and at the same time rural. It has the small town feel and it is quite big. At least it is big enough to have a gay district and several gay venues.
I parked the motor home at the RV park, (Sun Lakes Park Resort in Coulee City and went about in my motorcycle.
I went to a place called Dempsy's Brass Rail. It was packed with gay basketball players and a lot of the University’s student body. There I met a delightful guy, a second year student barely 20 years old with t beard and a slim but muscular body. We ended up in his dorm room drinking cheap wine. I must have sucked him six times and each time he rewarded me with a bountiful cum-load. He didn’t like to get fucked and that was ok with me. Just doing him was a big turn on.
(to be continued…)
“Here Adam, have an apple…”
“No Steve, you eat the fucking apple. The last time I took an apple from this bitch name Eve I never heard the end of it for the next 6,000 years.”
