A new short story - My Great Adventure

August 2, 2021

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Hi, my name is Justin. I'm 22 years old, fit but not big and muscular. The girls seem to like me the way I am, so why bother with building up gym muscles? And, I'm restless - I'm not in college, no job, nothing to do. And, I don't want to get a job, not right now, and college? That, also, can wait a while longer.

So, I've decided to leave town. I'm gonna hop on a bus and go wherever it goes. And then I'm gonna do it again. And then again. I'm gonna go on an adventure wherever the road and the buses take me.

One morning, during breakfast, I made the announcement, "Dad, Mom, I'm gonna go on an adventure." That's what I said, just like that. I don't think they took me seriously.

"Really, son? What are you going to do? Ride your bike to Stubensville?" my Dad asked as he peeked over the top of his newspaper.

Stubensville? Stubensville is a pokey little town about 25 or so miles away. "No, Dad, a real adventure."

My Mom said, "Well, Justy," (that's what she, and she only, calls me) "Just be sure to take a couple of changes of underwear with you." Seriously, that's what she said, I kid you not.

"Mom, really? That's all you have to say? I'm going to go on an adventure. Do you guys understand that? I'm leaving home."

"Okay, do you have enough money?" my Dad asked without looking up from his newspaper.

"Um, yeah, I suppose. Why? Are you offering?"

"Just asking, son."

"That's what I thought."

"Oh, and sweetie, don't forget your toothbrush."

"Jeez, Mom, Dad, are you guys seriously taking it this way? I expected a completely different response. Why aren't you upset that I'm leaving you? Why aren't you upset that I'm not going to finish college next year?"

"Oh, you're gonna finish college next year, son." Dad was serious about that and actually did look at me over the top of his newspaper.

"And if I don't? Maybe my adventure will take me far, far away. Maybe it will take me to another country. Then what, Dad?" I was the one getting pissed off. My parents were completely indifferent to the idea of me leaving.

"Well, son, I kind of doubt it will last that long or go that far. You go on your little adventure, see the world, or more likely, the county, or maybe the state. We'll be seeing you again, soon, I'm sure." Then he went back to reading his newspaper.

Mom started clearing the dishes from the table, then she said, "Justy, darling, would you help me with the dishes?"

"Sure, Mom." Had I entered the twilight zone or something? What a strange conversation.


Okay, so now it's been two weeks since that weird conversation with my parents and I'm finally ready to leave on my adventure.

"Justin, where will you go?" asked Lisa, my closest friend, and no, we're not doing it, we're just very good friends, have been since we were children.

"Well, I'm gonna go to the bus station, walk through it from end to end, then just walk up to some random ticket window and buy a ticket for whatever city that bus goes to."

"You can't be serious, Justin. Nobody does that sort of thing. It's crazy. You have to have some kind of plan. Where do you want to go? What do you want to see?" She took a small notepad and a pen out of her purse to start writing up a plan for my adventure.

"I have no plan, the road will take me wherever it decides to take me."

"I don't know about that, Justin. I think you'll just end up back here in a month or two at the most. Now, let's make some kind of a plan," she said as she opened it and readied her pen.

"No, now put those away. The one thing I will do is pick a bus that leaves this state, that is the only part that I've decided on ahead of time. Oh, and maybe pick one going west."

"What are you going to do for money?"

"Not a problem, Lisa, I have money in the bank. I've been saving for years, right? You know that. You even complained that I didn't spend enough on your birthday present because I was too careful about saving money."

"Yeah, I remember. Have you been planning this adventure for all these years?"

"Well, not exactly. It just came into my mind a couple of months ago. One day when I was in that boring statistics class. I decided I needed to get out of this place. Expand my horizons. See what's on the other side of the sunset."

"Wow. Well, I guess you're much braver than I am. I wouldn't have the nerve to do such a thing."

"Yeah, I know. You're happy here in this podunk town, happy with your job, happy with your classes at the college. I'm not. I have to hit the road, dig my heels in, and blow this joint, you know?"

She was laughing at my cliches, almost rolling on the bed laughing, at my little speech.

"What's so funny? I'm serious."

She sat up, put one hand on my hand, looked me straight eye to eye, and said, "Justin, I love you. We've been friends since we were, I think, 5 years old, in kindergarten. I believe you and I believe you are serious and really will do this adventure. And I hope with all my heart that you will come back to this podunk town and marry me when your adventure is finished and your heart has been filled with as much of the world as possible. Then you can fill it the rest of the way with me."

Then she leaned towards me and kissed me. That surprised me, at first, but I realized very quickly how nice it felt and I immediately pressed my tongue into her mouth. That was a mistake.

"Justin! What are you doing? Why did you do that? Yuck! Seriously! We're friends, not lovers. Not yet, anyway."

"Oh, um, yeah, excuse me. I got carried away in the moment. It felt so nice having your lips pressed against mine. It's something that I've wanted for a long time."

"Really? I've been waiting for the right moment to do that for too long."

Then I kissed her and she pressed her tongue into my mouth. Yep! It was delicious! Friends only? Platonic? Not anymore! Hell or high water, I decided I would be coming back for her!


Why are bus stations always in the worst part of town? No matter what town, or city, it is. There they are, smack dab in the crappiest neighborhood. Homeless people, prostitutes, lowest of the low budget hotels. Don't they think that if they put the bus station in a better neighborhood they would get more riders?

At any rate, here in this one-horse town, the bus station is quite small. I walked the whole length and counted 7 ticket counters. Seven! Jeez! What a way to start my adventure. I wanted a bus that would leave this dust-bin of a state which means I don't have many choices. In fact, it appeared I had two choices. One went east, the other west. I did tell Lisa I wanted to see what was on the other side of the sunset, and I told her I wanted to go west, so that's the one I chose.

"Hi, one ticket to the west!"

"Where?" asked the sleepy bus ticket guy.

"West," I repeated. "I don't care where, just out past the sunset."

"What?" asked the ticket guy, looking up at me over his dirty glasses.

"Dude! How hard can it be? I want a ticket that will take me out west. Okay?"

"Out west. Sure. Let's see. How about LA?"

"No, that's too big."

"Well, there's Dingleton."


"Dingleton. It's west."

"Is it in a different state from this one?"


"Good. Give me a ticket to Dingleton!"

"One way? or round trip?"

"One way. I'm starting out on an adventure!"

"Well, I'm not sure how much adventure you'll find in Dingleton, but, here's your ticket."


I thought my town was a sad excuse for the word "city" but Dingleton! Wow! It's about as close to being nothing more than a whistle-stop as is possible. There's no bus station, not even a bad neighborhood to put one in. There's the one road in and it's the same road out. There are a dozen or so side roads shooting off it with a few houses on each one.

It was a rather inauspicious start to my adventure but, okay. I walked the length of the city, town, village, whatever it's called, it about 15 minutes. Then I walked back up the other way. Then I walked every side street in town. My walking was done in less than 2 hours and that included stopping at a convenience store for snacks. The only convenience store they had.

After that town my adventure took me to Werthit. Yeah, that's the name of the place, Werthit. My suggestion to you - don't buy a ticket to Werthit because it ain't worth it.

After the worthless visit to Werthit I happened into Gash. The village of Gash. I call it a village because it's certainly not a town or a city. It's a community in the middle of nowhere, and they have nothing, not even a hotel, motel, or hostel. The guy who pretended to be a cop offered me a bed in the jail, in one of the two cells that was not being used. The other cell had a drunk guy in it, sleeping on the floor next to the empty bed. The wanna-be cop was entirely too happy for the company.

"Hey, buddy, since you're here for the night, wanna play cards with me?"

"Oh, I suppose."

"Cool." He hurried over to the window and lowered the shade. Then he locked the door. I wondered what that was all about.

"Let's see, you're wearing, it looks like, 8 pieces of clothing all told. Me, too."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Strip blackjack, boy! We're both even on the clothing front so it will be an even game."

"Hell no! I'm not playing strip anything with you! My god, what's wrong with you?"

"Look, boy, you want a place to sleep? This here is the only place in town. And it's my place! And if you want to sleep here, in my place, then you have to join me for a game, my game! Got it?"

I very quickly ran out of that jail and hightailed it for the nearest place that was open - the convenience store, of course.

Panting, I said to the girl behind the counter, "My god, you have one hell of a crazy cop in this town!"

"Yeah, we know." She sure was pretty. I stared at her for a bit too long. "What are you staring at? Do I have something between my teeth?"

"Huh? Oh, no! Jeez, no, you're beautiful, perfect, a model!" I stammered and stuttered like a fool.

I had to catch my breath from the run of 2 blocks from the fake cop's fake jail. "I need a place to sleep for the night, just one night, do you know where I can crash? And don't suggest that crazy cop's jail."

She smiled, she laughed, her eyes sparkled, her hand ran through her long brown hair, I was already enamored with her.

"I think I can find some room for you, if you don't mind the couch," she said.

"Hell, I'll sleep on the friggin' floor, I don't care."

"Here, have a coke and wait for me. I'll be closing the store in a while, then I'll show you where you can sleep."

About half an hour passed and she finally had the store locked up for the night.

"Okay, come on, let's go home and go to bed." She laughed. I thought, What a strange thing for her to say to a stranger.

Less than a half-block later she said, "This is my place, come on in."

We went into her home, a former detached garage, now a one-bedroom place, with only a sofa and coffee table, a small dining table, and two chairs. I immediately hit the couch.

"Oh, are you that tired?"

"Yeah, I am."

She sat next to me.

"Let me give you a shoulder rub."

"Oh, you don't have to do that." Then she started rubbing my shoulders and it felt amazing.

"Okay, you can do that," I said.

"It's better if you remove your shirt."

I was starting to like her attention. "Yeah, I suppose so." I removed my shirt and my t-shirt.

"I like your shoulders. And your back. Do you work out? Like, in a gym?"

"No, I don't like gyms. I just get natural exercise from the work I used to do."

She pushed me sideways, turned me, then said, "why don't you lay down on the floor."

I wasn't going to argue with her if it meant us getting down on the floor together. So I did just as she commanded.

She immediately started massaging my back and her hand drifted a little further south occasionally.

"You know, if you remove your pants I can massage your legs and feet, also." Her voice was soft, like dripping honey. I imagined licking honey off her breasts. I removed my shoes, socks, pants, paused a couple of seconds, smiled at her, then removed my underwear.

I laid on my stomach. She massaged me from toe to head and everywhere in between. It was the in-between bit that got me hard.

"Roll over onto your back," she whispered into my ear.

I did, quite happily.

I was hard. She smiled, and took me in her warm hands, and started rubbing my hardness.

Apparently, she had removed her shirt, bra, and pants while I was laying on my stomach. I liked what I saw and let her do with me whatever she wanted. And what she wanted was exactly the same as what I wanted. She rode me like a bucking bronco rodeo princess with a smile that could light up the night.

After we finished we both fell asleep right there on the floor.

"Good morning. Where are my clothes?" I asked.

"Oh, we threw them over there last night, remember?" We were both naked, she was almost laying on top of me.

"Well, this is a great way to start the day, don't you think?" I asked after giving her a long kiss.

She slid her lithe body the rest of the way on top of me. Then she said, "Oh, yeah. I'm so glad you didn't sleep in the jail last night."

I was hard very quickly and my dick found its own way into her.

"So am I."


Later that morning I caught a bus heading west and eventually, after visiting countless one-horse towns with nothing worth writing home about, found myself staring at the blue expanse called the Pacific Ocean. Imagine that! I've seen it in movies, TV shows, that kind of thing, but that was my first time seeing it for real.

I stood on the side of the road, looked down a long steep slope, almost a cliff, when I heard an awful squealing noise. I turned just as a truck came around the corner too fast and came barreling directly at me! What could I do? That thing was big and I had nowhere to go, so I jumped over the guard rail. That wasn't the smartest thing in the world to do. It probably would have been better if I had stayed where I was.

I went over the guard rail and instead of landing on the ground under my feet, I rolled down the very steep slope that was almost a cliff. Apparently, while I was tumbling downhill, the truck up above stopped before it hit the guard rail. Yep, I would have been better off just staying where I was. But, hindsight is 20/20, right?

I finally hit the bottom, and I hit it rather hard. Some people up topside had seen what happened, the truck, me jumping the guard rail and disappearing, and they ran to where I had been just seconds after I took the leap of death. It was only a matter of minutes and there were police and ambulances at my side.

"Is he alive?" I heard someone ask.

"Yeah, I believe so," another said.

Then someone started pounding on my chest and another person tried to blow into my mouth.

"Hey! What the hell?" I shouted. They jumped backward at the sudden surprise response from me. "My god! I think you cracked a rib when you hit me! Maybe I should sue you!"

"Sorry, I was sure you needed to be resuscitated," the guy said.

"Nope, I'm breathing just fine, no thanks to you guys," I said.

They took me to the hospital. I was a bit broken, to say the least: one arm and one ankle were broken; my head was gashed; oh, and the cracked rib from the paramedic smashing my chest.

My big adventure, less than 2 months. Shit. Dad was right. How could he have been right? Why does it seem like he's always right?

I think I'm finished with going on adventures. Except one - Lisa and I are getting married next month. She was right about that part, too. She is exactly what I needed to fill the part of my heart the big-but-shortened adventure didn't fill.