March 2006 - [A steamy short story post for your viewing pleasure]
"Adventure is worthwhile in itself." - Amelia Earhart
I was driving home one afternoon and received a call from Dan the man [circa 2006 before the hands-free law]. He asked if I wanted to go on a road trip to San Francisco. I said, "Sure, when?" He chuckled in a smooth velvety voice; answering my question with a single word, he uttered, "Tomorrow." I thought about it momentarily and agreed. I immediately called my boss and excused my way out of work for the next day, he said to me, "Don't worry about it, have a good time." Aww yeah!
There were four of us, strapping young college guys, full of curiousity and willing to experiment. We've been good friends since high school; some friendships went even deeper into the past... much deeper. It was a long and hard drive up the coast; the late-Winter rain pounded relentlessly against the car. We got shafted at the Monterey Bay Aquarium because they were closed.
After snuggling wildy for the night at a visually clashed motel, we made it to "happy" San Francisco and went crooked to the historic Golden Gate Bridge. We crossed the bridge and meandered to a secluded vista hillside. We took pictures and suggestively posed with one another while the perverted Golden Gate Bridge smiled in the background. Undeterred as the rain sprinkled our faces with its juices, we took it all in. All of it. The great outdoors! Yes! Don't Stop!
On the edge of civilization, littered with phallic monuments and orgasmic accomplishments, our merry band of manliness stood firmly side by side. Secretly pining for more adventure. Our hunger unsatiated from the previous night together, we continued our bro-trip home. Again, we arrived at scenic Monterey. We almost got boned twice at Monterey Bay Aquarium because they were closing in 10 minutes but we snuck in through a gaping door. We penetrated the Aquarium, greeted the floating Sperm whale hanging in the main hall, and ran through the exhibits. Snapping risqué pictures and soaking in all the non-judgmental aquatic life until the Aquarium closed. We left gasping and pleased at our 10-minute quickie.
We stopped at Dan's childhood favorite city, Oxnard, and turned in for the night at a quaint roadside inn with complimentary breakfast. The sun shined over the sparsed clouds the next day, beating upon our tight bodies with vitamin D's. These So-Cal t-shirts and shorts attire can barely contain such massive excitement. We went kayaking! My first time! Without protection too, reckless but exhilerating! Dan's been before and was a bear with Mark at the helm. I had Patrick as my partner, mmm be gentle [bites lower lip].
An hour of sweaty arm gyrations later, our kayaks thrusted smoothly back into port; innocence lost! We worked up quite the appetite that only a flamboyant meal with a flaming onion volcano show could satisfy. Afterwards, we were homeward bound. Passionately we gazed once more towards the Pacific. The sun kissed the rolling waters as it sets on the horizon. Our road trip came... to an end. We cleaned up and privately reminisced about the naughtiness, the pleasures, and the laughs we shared as a foursome of everlasting friendship.
[Today is actually the 6-year anniversary of that roadtrip starting with that phone call! Serendipitous timing!]
[Proof!]
