12-4 - PACO GOES TO A GAY DUDE RANCH

Down on the range at the gay dude ranch where there's never heard a discouraging word.

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By Paco Prado

It was about time I took a little time off and considered the possibilities of using my time share in Puerto Vallarta, go to Europe or just stay home. But a very interesting possibility came up. There is this dude ranch out in Colorado where you can go for one, two or three weeks and you actually get to herd cattle, do some real ranch hand work and enjoy a spectacular setting. The place is gay owned and only frequented by gay men.

The friend of mine who had been there described it as one big smorgasbord of gorgeous men, kind of like a gay bath house in the open range.

It is an authentic Western Adventure located high in the majestic San Juan Mountains of Southwest Colorado, not far from Durango. It has been open for over fifty years, Mancos Dude Ranch has been introducing visitors to the big-sky views, wide-open spaces, and slower paces that hearken back to the great American West but it wasn’t a gay destination for the first forty five years. It is now gay friendly and sometimes gay only. Open May 31 -Aug. 15 for families; and Aug. 16-Sept. 26 for adults only (gays).

In an all-inclusive vacation, and an almost endless variety of things to do, including horseback riding on some of the country’s most beautiful trails, hiking high amidst the aspens, mountain biking, river rafting, swimming, gold panning, horseshoes, fly-fishing, archery, volleyball, basketball, ping-pong, and, of course, more than two million acres of some of America's most beautiful adjacent national forest to explore - all in a peaceful, untouched setting that offers thrills by day, and stars by night. And of course, the men…oh,

the men you can meet there. These are not your ordinary run of the mill queens you are so fed up with from the bars. These guys are there because they have a rugged streak and because they are in good shape.

On the second day I had to try my luck at fly fishing; this was something I had never done before and honestly, I really sucked at it. I spent the whole day just trying to perfect the throw and at the end caught nothing.

On the third day I tried panning for gold; mostly because I was interested in the guy that suggested it and I thought we might be alone in the wild and something might develop. Something did…as with anything I lay my hands on…like the Mydas' touch…it turns to gold. Within one hour of panning I found one little nugget. That got me hooked with gold fever. I kept at it close to the place where I had found it and kept seeing more and more little specs of gold at the bottom of the pan. Then I hit the mother load…literally. In a matter of one hour I scooped up enough that it could easily pay for the whole fucking dude ranch stay.

You can imagine my excitement at having found gold in such abundance. So I went out the next day but this time I didn’t have any luck at finding gold. But I did have much better luck with the guy I was after; the truth of the matter is that he was ready to trot the day before but the gold find sort of distracted both of us. Now with the failure to find anything we grew bored with panning and went after each other.

My gold seeker companion was gorgeous; his name was Steve and he was from Eureka, California. We soon were looking at each other with lust and he removed his shirt to reveal a perfect torso. The face was incredibly handsome and he didn't have a hairy chest but was in his forties…at least that was what I thought. One thing led to another and we began to kiss. After a while, we just got out of the water and headed for some bushes where we engaged in the most spirited sexual interchange I had at that dude ranch.

And yet, at Mancos Dude Ranch, guests do pretty much whatever they want, or as little. Some choose to ride a different trail every day. Others visit the Anasazi Archeological sites in Mesa Verde National Park. Some choose to relax and soak their cares and sins away in the large hot tub and heated swimming pool. And still others choose simply to lounge by the campfire, and stargaze with the new state-of-the-art telescope.

High in the San Juan Mountains of southwest Colorado, not far from Durango, there’s an experience as exhilarating as any amusement park ride and if you add to it the presence of 34 young studs, horny and handsome I think that you would just about fuck your brains out…I know I did.

I also went for the whitewater rafting on one the local rushing rivers. This one experience was almost as exciting as the one I had down the Rogue River in Oregon. Only for this one I had other gay men and not a bunch of screaming ladies. Well, some of them screamed as if they were ladies.

The evenings were interesting when we gathered for delicious meals and great conversation in the Western-style lodge. I can guarantee that the cruising is fantastic. The first two weeks are spent mostly doing what I call “pairing off”. These are the times when you meet some hot stud and if there is attraction then the fireworks fly. But it is strange to observe that usually the person you meet and pair off with during the first week you remain throughout your entire stay. There are exceptions of course, but it reaffirms the premise that even in temporary situations, gays opt to be monogamous.

The one most active place where you are soaking your cares away in the large hot tub and heated swimming pool, or sitting for a steam in the sauna while cruising all these great cowboy wannabees strut their stuff in very revealing underwear and sometimes completely naked.

The nights are so romantic as the skies over there are clear and incredibly pristine so that stargazing with a new state-of-the-art telescope, or just cuddling with a hot man looking upwards. But the best spot to hook up I found was the camp fire. There was something magical about sitting around a fire on a cool night. The light from the fire was very flattering and at the same time made all of us look twice as desirable. I would pick up one after another each and every night I was there. I don’t think it was possible to go to bed alone at that dude ranch.

In the following pages you will find photos of “June 2008 Posey” ; in other words, most of the guys that were in the dude ranch around the time I went. You will see that most of them are either good looking or devastatingly gorgeous.

But I have to tell you about a couple of my experiences while at the ranch. The first one was with one of the employees. Although it is strictly prohibited by the management for the employees to get “romantically” involved with the guests, it does happen. You can’t stop people from pairing off to fuck. It is a God given privilege.

“Chapo” was “guapo”. This was a twink who worked feeding the horses and doing some of the chores at the ranch. He was deaf-mute but could utter some words. But the beauty of this young man was beyond comprehension. His build was incredible. It was all there: chest, arms, six pack abs and the most beautiful face with dark brown eyes and very dark hair. He shaved his chest and armpits which I hated, The icing on the cake was his magnificent ass…it was like nothing I had ever seen and he would wiggle it and parade it in front of me to tempt me; but I was willing to share my body with him because from day one he just could not take off his eyes away from me. He was cruising openly and I finally started to communicate with him, which was difficult and had to be done with a note pad and pencil.

Some of the dudes in the dude ranch looked like this:

Chapo then wrote down what he wanted to say and it was simply this: “meet me tonight at midnight behind the stables, I would like to lay with you” Very direct and to the point. He didn’t even tell me his name, which I found out later was Chapo and he was of Mexican descent.

As agreed, I went behind the stables and he was there. His face lit up when he saw me and we embraced quickly as this was a clandestine meeting that could get him fired. Chapo lost no time in putting his hands on my chest as he unbuttoned my jeans and got to the goal: my 12 inch cock. When he grabbed it, I watched the expression on his face: It was terror mixed with satisfaction as if thinking: “I am finally going to get fucked by a real big cock”

We kissed for a short time but the clothes were coming off as we did so. We were in a recessed area behind some firewood and farm equipment that had seen better days. It was private and completely secluded.

Chapo went down on me and started to suck with gusto. He was good at it and could actually take all of my cock down his throat. “Talented kid”, I thought, “now if he can fuck as good as he can suck”.

But first I had to suck him a little and he was well hung, uncut and thick around. As I sucked him, I had to put my hand over his mouth because he was grunting and making sounds that others would be able to hear and he was unaware he was making them. He then pushed away my face and backed his ass against my crotch and wiggled. I was now about to reach heaven. I didn’t have to make much of an effort to penetrate him, he had already applied some lube, anticipating getting fucked, so that my dick just went right in. Don’t get me wrong, he was tight and it felt wonderful as he was doing all the work and his asshole felt warm and cozy up there.

Chapo was actually riding me and then I took it out and actually laid on my shirt and pants and let him ride my cock the proper way. Chapo was making sounds again and I had to put my hand over his mouth once more, but I realized that it was because he was about to climax. I quickly lifted my body and brought him closer so that I could reach his cock with my mouth and off he went. Chapo shot about eight streams of young, sweet man juice and I was there to catch it.

I shot my wad as I felt it fill my mouth and now Chapo was making noises again but since I was holding his hips I could not suppress the noise. I said to myself: “what the hell, I can’t stop this at all, and I felt sorry for him taking this chance, but I tried to keep him from groaning out loud. We were spent in an embrace that lasted about five minutes when he finally dismounted me.

I was right, someone did hear and had come to investigate. As we got up and put on our clothes, I could see out of the corner of my eye the shadow of a figure. I hoped it was not one of he staff but it turned out to be another guest I did not recognize but later on during breakfast he came to me and told me that he was the one watching and was very impressed by what he saw. He was cute and young, maybe the same age as me and he asked me if I wanted to come up to his room and do to him what I had done to Chapo.