Chapter Twenty-five #2
Everyone says hi, please, and thank you. It’s sweet. Bridges and I went to a diner today that didn’t look like anything I’d seen in New York. Our server’s name was Edna, and she said, “I’m Edna and I’ll be your waitress. What can I get ya, honey?” It took everything inside me not to laugh.
Bridges, of course, was the epitome of a gentleman.
He ordered for me—a ribeye steak and loaded baked potato.
It was a big lunch, but he said, “Baby boy, you have to eat more. I know it’s a lot, but you’re shorts are a little baggy.
I love the ass I see in those shorts as I drive behind you, and I don’t want it to disappear. ”
I was equal parts offended and flattered. The man knew me too well.
Travel Journal of Weston Aames
Week 5
States visited: NE – extended stop in Ogallala
Dear Journal,
If I thought Iowa had cornfields, imagine my surprise with Nebraska. Cattle, corn, and soybeans were the major agribusinesses in Nebraska. Seeing the corn as high as my head as I was riding along the highway was phenomenal.
Cows are a new thing for me. I’d never seen one in person, but Bridges stopped along a two-lane road so we could take pictures with them as they came to the fence to see who was checking them out. Their eyes are so big!
Bridges said, “I think my dick is bigger than his.” He pointed to a beautiful cow with red hair and a white face.
I squatted down to see teats—my mother had pointed them out to me once when we were at a farm stand around Halloween and there was a picture of a cow near the cheese and butter stand—and I fell on the grass, laughing so hard at Bridges that I cried.
“Your dick is definitely bigger than hers,” I told him. His face flushed a beautiful pink that I’d never seen before. God, I loved him.
We’re back on the road tomorrow, and we’re halfway through the ride. It’s been the most amazing time of my life.
Travel Journal of Weston Aames
Week 5
States visited: CO – extended stop in Glenwood Springs
Dear Journal,
We’re in Glenwood Springs, Colorado. We went to the hot springs, and they were magical. My sore muscles relaxed in that warm water, and as Bridges held me in our private pool, I let go of everything that had been bothering me. It was a beautiful state of bliss.
Tomorrow, we’re heading to Utah. Riding the mountains was amazing.
Don’t get me wrong—they were hell going up, but once I got to the top, Bridges would stop for me to rest and rehydrate, and we’d take in the views.
I took pictures and sent them to Alexis to put on YouTube.
I didn’t want to know how the channel was doing. I just wanted to enjoy the ride.
Bridges and I found a great campground where we could see so many fucking stars it was unbelievable. I couldn’t even see those stars at our East Hampton house. It was fucking beautiful.
Travel Journal of Weston Aames
Week 6
States visited: NV, CA – extended stop in Lake Tahoe, just outside of Truckee
Dear Journal,
We’re staying in Lake Tahoe before we head to Truckee, California.
Tahoe is an interesting place, but there are great campgrounds, so we found one near the lake that had a firepit.
After I got off the bike and cleaned up, Bridges and I walked to a grocery store nearby and picked up some steaks to grill on the pit at our campsite.
Dinner was great—steak salad with an incredible dressing—and then we walked to a little bar to have a few beers and play some pool.
Of course, Bridges was a natural. Me, not so much, but it was sexy as hell as he lined up behind me to help me make shots.
When we got back to the RV, we made love, fueled by all the foreplay of having a few drinks and playing pool.
Being with Bridges was like an otherworldly experience, and I wanted him more than I could explain to anyone.
He’s worried about me riding the miles the next day, but hell, no. I’ll be fine.
Bridges insisted that I fuck him, and I didn’t argue, using a condom because I knew he’d been burned by his ex.
We’d both been tested, but we were still waiting for the results.
The doctor had left a message for each of us, but we were waiting until after the ride to listen to them.
Our concentration was on the ride, and we wouldn’t let anything distract us.
I’m still wonderfully in love with my boyfriend, and I can tell he’s still in love with me. That’s the only thing that matters.
Travel Journal of Weston Aames
Week 7
States visited: NV, CA – end of the road in San Francisco
Dear Journal,
We’ve arrived in Sacramento. We’re going to finish the ride tomorrow when we arrive at the Rainbow Equality Alliance in the Castro.
I’m nervous as hell, but I’m excited. Alexis told Bridges that people had donated ten-thousand dollars to the Alliance through the YouTube channel.
She was having a print shop make a big check for the press conference. I’m thrilled about it.
My life now has purpose, and I’ve made decisions about the way I want to live it. I can’t believe this whole thing is almost over, but oh, what a ride it has been.
Good job, Weston.
Love yourself like Bridges loves you.