Showing posts with label road trip. Show all posts
Showing posts with label road trip. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Chapter Twenty One - A Traveler's Guide to Everything - Utah

Chapter Twenty One
 - A Traveler's Guide to Everything - 



LETS GO TO ----
Utah

We go, Utah!

Wait,

What?

Hi! And welcome to chapter twenty one to the traveler's guide to everything!! Today, for no reason whatsoever, we're heading off to Utah!

Why Utah?

Why not!!

The Utah Tourism website can be found here ---- https://www.visitutah.com/places-to-go/

Stolen from Wikipedia because hey, that's what we do!!!!

Utah is a western U.S. state defined by its vast expanses of desert and the Wasatch Range mountains. Salt Lake City, the capital, is centered around Temple Square, headquarters of the Mormon Church and site of its majestic temple and tabernacle, with its massive dome and renowned choir. The Great Salt Lake’s buoyant waters attract swimmers and sunbathers, especially at Antelope Island State Park.

CapitalSalt Lake City

Population3.102 million (2017)

What's there to do in Utah?

All kinds of things!!! If you can dream it, you can do it in Utah.

Except that.

You pervert!!!

 You can star gaze, gaze at sand or water, whatever you feel like staring at, you can do it!!

"Exciting!!"

There's winter sports!!!

Like skiing!!!

"Wheeeeee!!"

There's festivals!!

"What kind?"

The fun kind!!!!

Sundance Film Festival for one!!!

"Awesome!!"

https://www.visitutah.com/things-to-do/events/ for more info on events!!!!!

So who wants to go to Utah?

"I do!!"

Lets go!! Meet you there!!!!

Saturday, January 19, 2019

DOWN THE ROAD --- SUBCHAPTER 1 PART A --- A random Fix at a Motel Six

DOWN THE ROAD

 --- SUBCHAPTER 1 PART A --- 
A random Fix at a Motel Six

We were huffing gasoline in some slowly dying town, possibly outside of reality, trying to discover ourselves, parked on the edge of the road outside of that town.

I wasn't sure where we were, our road map showed nothing but a gas station, which was all we needed.

Mike was sitting on a patch of brown grass, looking at some ants moving over the tiny rocks and sand.

"I bet it's a boring life to be an ant!" he said to us, who were leaning up against the car, not a care in the world, except studying that ant, who was now eyeing us.

"I don't know, you're always doing something I guess, too much stuff to be bored!" Wayne said, almost laughingly, taking another hit from the gasoline.

We all laughed, not heartily, but laughing just the same. 

At some point, I felt sick, my stomach turning over and my lunch from earlier spilling onto the ground, covering the ants in a sick mix of stomach juices, half digested egg salad and whatever else was down there.

"Good job asshole!" Mike said, almost crying, as bits of eggs and such hit his shoes. "No more gasoline for you fucker!!"

It was hours before Mike said another word to me.

We had found a place to spend the night; a camp site nestled in some trees high up on a pass through the mountains.

"You know, you're a fucker!" he said, hitting me in the arm.

We both laughed.

Sometime during the night; Mike found himself kneeling over, throwing up his guts to the ground below.

"Some bad shit going around!" I laughed, rolling back over and into dreamland.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

DOWN THE ROAD: CHAPTER TWO : A Long Goodbye - A Neurotic Erotica Chapter

January 16th, 2019 --- 

Dear Diary,

I'm trying to write some journals, a diary I guess, about my misadventures, mostly imaginary, as I really don't travel that much and as a child, I was home bound, strictly because we were poor as church mice.

Our summer adventures included me and my mom jumping onto a bus to head to Minnesota to see her family; a dull trip until one summer I got to the Dairy Queen there and met a girl who was also dragged to Minnesota to see her mom's family.

She was from Idaho, living there with her father.  She was younger than I by a month, a cute blonde, twinkling eyes, a memorizing smile, as we sat on a man made beach by one of the "10,000 lakes" Minnesota is famous for.

We held hands, sneaked kisses a few times, her name was Holly, her father was a police officer in Boise, her mom was an accountant in Alexandria, Minnesota, visiting her aunt in Starbuck, Minnesota for a week.

It was a summer romance that blossomed for that week then like most summer romances, it died once we left the safety of our man made beach and wandered back to our lives.

We exchanged letters every once in awhile; a call was made, we talked, even when we made it to high school, there were letters; remember when, yes, I do, can we go back there?

Yes, lets, I replied.  I knew she was smiling when she read that line. I know I did when I wrote it.

Mind you, this was before the magic of the Internet, which now, would maybe save such love, or destroy it quicker.

When I found myself readying for that road trip that summer in 1988, I made plans to stop into Boise, to see Holly again, the guys were apprehensive about it, trying to tell me that I was dumb, Holly had herself a boyfriend, a quarterback fellow, rippling muscles, who wrote love poems to her, wooed her more than I ever could.

But I decided, I would make my way there, to see that summer crush once more, mayhaps, in a way, to woo her back like I did that day, remind her of that time, on  a course sandy beach, where we held hands, kissed that summer, both our first.

Boise would become my favorite town that summer trip; my first time 'in that way' with a girl.



"You were 8 asshole?" my friend Wayne said, punching me in the arm.

"Yeah, I know, but I gotta see her!" I replied, smiling.

"You're a sucker for the blondes! " Wayne laughed, "I guess we're on our way to Boise!"

So there we were, heading towards Boise, a stop that wasn't planned, which is the best kind of stops.

I had her address; even called her before we left.

"Oh, it'd be great to see you!" she said.

We pulled up to her house; a dark rustic brick home; her father's police cruiser in the driveway.

The rest of my crew decided to leave me there and go find food.

"We don't want to be a nuisance in the way of true love!" Wayne chortled.

I stood at the front door, my hand shaking as I pressed the door bell.

"Hi!" Holly said as she opened the door; more beautiful as a young adult.

"Hi!" I said, the word dropping out of my mouth, to fall to the ground.

She grabbed my hand and led me inside, to the living room, where her father was.

"Dad,this is Jason, remember, the guy I told you about?"

He stared up at me then shook my hand.

"My daughter kinda likes you!" he said, smiling. 

"Well, sir, I kinda like her too!" I replied.

"DAD!" Holly blushed, still holding my other hand, squeezing it tightly.

Nervous laughter as Holly pulled me out of the room and outside. "We're going to take a cruise about dad, be back later!"

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" he threw back.

"So..." she said, smiling, as we got into her car and she pulled onto the street.

"So, uh..." the words left me.  "So you have a boy friend huh?"

"Use to...we broke up last week!" the smile left her face. "Men can be so dumb!!"

I nodded, not really having anything to respond with.

"So changing subject, what do you want to do?" her smile returned, that glorious smile, that melted my heart into goo, which rushed to my shoes.

"Anything with you!" I blurted out.

She blushed again.

"Well, maybe...uhm....we can go get something to eat?" she smiled again, her cheeks rosy red.

"Yea, that, uh, be cool!! My treat! Our uh, first date?"

She blushed even brighter then smiled.  "Our second!" she said, reminding me of the time, in Minnesota, when we went out on "A date", our first kiss that time, under a weeping willow at her aunt's house.

We ended up at a small diner, a burger joint. 

We sat in a red vinyl booth.

Two cheeseburgers, fries and cokes.

"Well, well..." a man behind us said, "lookee here, two love birds just a romancing away!"

"Chuck, shut up!" Holly threw back.

Her ex-boyfriend stood there, nearest me, placing his right hand on my shoulder, pushing hard down.

"Only been broken up for a week and you've already got a new stallion huh?" he smirked.

"I never had a first stallion until now!" she threw back.

His smirk turned into a glare.

I knew this wasn't going to end well and felt myself pushing up fast from the table; throwing his hand off of my shoulder quickly, pulling his arm to his back.

 "The lady said fuck off!" I growled, throwing him to the floor, my own body dropping on top of him; my fists throwing into the back of his head; slamming his face straight into the floor; breaking his nose in the process.

"Jason! Stop!" I heard Holly screaming from behind me, then, pulling me up.

"Mother fucker broke my nose!!" Chuck screamed, scrambling to his feet and scuttling to the opposite side of me.

Holly pulled me away.

We made our way to the counter to pay our bill.

"I'm glad somebody showed that asshole who was boss!" the waitress taking my money whispered to me.  "If anyone asks me, I'll tell them he swung the first punch!!"

Holly smiled but then her face turned into a frown.

"Lets go..." she said, pulling me towards the door and out to the car.

We were silent for awhile.

"I should have told you, not to come!" she finally said.

"Why?"

She sighed slightly.

"I knew it would bring nothing but trouble!" she finally said.

We pulled over, a small wooded area, a park.

"Lets get out..." I said, opening the door.

We sat there; at a picnic table.

I had grasped her hand in mine.

"I'm glad I came!" I said.

She smiled and nodded.

"I'm glad you did too!"

We kissed, slowly at first, progressing into a passionate lust filled kiss, our tongues darting out, touching each other, a slight gasp escaping from her then settling into each other.

I felt her slipping herself onto my lap; still entwined in that kiss, a long enduring moment, my body's lust giving itself away as my cock sprung to life; hardening at her gyrating motion on my lap.

Her hand moved down towards the zipper of my pants, unzipping it, dropping off my lap, reaching her hands down, grasping my cock and slowly sliding her hands up and down my hard shaft; her eyes growing large at the sight of it.

I felt her lips move slowly over my cock, enveloping it, her tongue swirling over the tip.

I moaned slightly feeling her there.

Soon, she placed herself back on my lap, slipping herself down onto my cock; pressing herself  onto it, moaning into my ear, "Fuck me!"

There, in the seclusion of that park, but in plain view, we fucked for the very first time.

I felt myself ready to explode deep inside of her.

I tried to pull out before that but she kept me inside of her, riding me like some wild stallion.

I felt that rush I had felt before, knowing full well what was to 'come' and Holly felt it too.

 She bucked harder on top of me; throwing her head back, crying out my name  as she felt my cum explode out inside of her; I felt like I was ready to black out from that ecstasy, her own body responding.

Afterwards, we sat there, still flush from those moments of sex we had just experienced.

"Was it good for you?" I finally said, my body still shaking.

"Oh god, yes, we're going to have to do that again!" she purred, snuggling into me.

"So does this mean we're dating?" I said.

"Maybe..." she chuckled. "We'll see!"

We headed back to her house and said our goodbyes; we hugged, made promises.

I'd call her the first chance I got.

"Christmas vacation, you and I meet somewhere?" I said.

She nodded.

Wayne honked the horn.

"Come on lover boy! Get a move on!" he yelled; smiling, his head stuck out the passenger side window.

"So..." he said as I got into the car, waving one more goodbye to Holly.  "Was it everything you dreamed?" he chortled, patting me on the shoulder.

"More, man, more!"

We drove off, heading into the unknown,





Sunday, January 13, 2019

DOWN THE ROAD - CHAPTER ONE: A NEW ADVENTURE - or How to molest yourself in this modern age

DOWN THE ROAD: A NEW ADVENTURE



Subtitled: How to molest yourself in this modern age

CHAPTER ONE

Visiting the Road Map at a half past one

May 30th, 1988 ---

Dear Diary, I wanted to begin a diary back then, when the stories were still fresh and I was younger, more innocent, but it wasn't the 'manly' thing to do, so I put it off till now, after my manliness has left me for a woman of 23.

I wasn't a lover or a fighter back then or even now, just some kid, in a world, trying to discover myself and finding out that the adventure in finding yourself was the true meaning of the entire trip and the causalities were just the price those blades of grass paid for us taking those pisses on the side of the road.

No one was hurt in these adventures; except for maybe Julie.

And Wayne, but he wouldn't die until much later and at the hands of cancer after smoking for 30 years.

He lived a pretty swell life so don't feel too sad about him; his wife didn't.

She was the benefactor of his life insurance policy.

Half a million bucks.

Don't think he was worth two cents to be truthfully honest.

May, 1988 --- the first day of the summer vacation, end of our junior year of high school; a place we thought would never end; but when it did, and a few billion miles would travel away from it, we missed sorely until the reunions when we discovered we didn't really miss the people that much.

We would begin a road trip; to the great unknown, only broken up by causal reflections of our sexual misadventures (which beyond seeing and touching Julie's boobs, I had none but had enough of an imagination to make it seem like I had stuck my penis into more than just a gym sock in my bedroom.  Oh how I remember the curves of Ms. June 1982, her legs softly encased in black stockings, her hairless mound...anyways, moving on!), drinking beers that Wayne's older brother Mike had bought for us, for the price of joining us on the adventure.

"I ain't got nothing planned for this summer!" he said that day as he packed the back of the vehicle with the beer and other supplies.

Wayne was my best friend; the guy who was there when I lost some of my teeth in a fight with Johnny Smalls.  

I had broken Johnny's nose and some of his ribs.

Also joining the trip was our friend Sam; who was known as "Brutus" because he was a brute.

He was good to have along if we needed to change a tire or needed to fight off a grizzly bear.

Of course, Mike was there, as I've already stated.  

He'd come in handy when we needed beer resupplied.

Mike's friend, Jacob Malone, joined us because college was making him hate life and why not, might be fun to see some kids get eaten by a grizzly bear at some point.


The sky was a dirty yellow; the hills around the town ruined by years of industrial molestation of the environment, brought on by greed, shit, and a man named Harold who had two left feet and smelled of rotting flesh.

We were young; childish, free, three months of freedom from that life of educational pursuit known as high school and Wayne's dad, a used car salesman for a company "Down on the Flats", had gotten him a car, a real life car.

We had $1200 between us, gathered from odd jobs, selling blood and sperm to research companies up the hill in the bigger cities that weren't our hometowns, John had sold a few things outlawed by the "worthless system that needed to be brought down and burned!!" that we won't discuss here and decided for our last summer as mere children, we would hit the road, to see what kind of trouble we could find a 1000 miles or so from home.

We threw in a tent and such to save on lodging.

And beer.

Tons of beer and whiskey, for we didn't want to get thirsty on our way to Ohio.

Or China.

"Have you ever been molested by a man dressed as a cheese burger?" my mom, distinctly off her medication yelled from the front porch as we pulled away and hit the road.

I had but didn't want to discuss it with my friends who looked at me strangely and I blushed, remembering that one time at band camp.

We made it to mile marker 17 before someone cried out, "I gotta pee!" so we pulled off to the side of the road and peed off into the greening grass.

"Remember Julie?" Wayne asked, holding his cock at half pass noon.

I shrugged.  I had remembered her, junior high school, my first boob show, only cost me $3.87 to see them.

"She died..."

"What?"

"Car crash, going up the hill over by Clint's grandparent's place. Head on, straight into a truck!"

The pace of the story was bringing down the mood.

I zipped up my pants and headed back to the car, the rest of the group crowded in.

"Man, life is too short, what we going to do now?" Wayne asked, pulling the car back onto the road.

We all agreed not to die in a head on collision with a truck.