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Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 01

By: oldhippie1949



I had to get away. I needed to escape this place and just be alone for a while. It wasn't like things were closing in on me either. Quite the contrary. I'd just won a few thousand dollars in the state lottery, all my bills were paid off and I was feeling flush for the first time in a long time. No, I needed to get away because I was mentally exhausted. I needed to get in touch with my creativity again. I needed an adventure.

I looked at all sorts of vacation plans but none of them really excited me. Had I a girlfriend, I'd have looked for a deserted beach in the Caribbean or something like that. But not being assured of having any sex, except with myself, on a deserted beach didn't sound so appealing. But then I saw an ad for a place that rents RVs and it set my mind off...an RV..."Travels With Charley"...just me and my dog...hmmmm.

For the next few days, I investigated and explored the possibilities. I went to different dealers and looked at their inventory. Because the economy is mired in such bad times, I found some great deals. I finally found an offer that was hard to refuse. I could get a 32' Gulfstream Super Slide-out for a month for $3500. They were a national chain with offices all over the country so I wouldn't have to worry about problems. Plus this RV had all the extras and since my dog and I would be living in a long shoe-box, why not do it in style? I left a deposit and set up the rental to begin in a week. I then began to work in earnest on escaping.

The RV had a V-10 and a generator so it wasn't like I was leaving the world, I had plenty of power. With my laptop and wi-fi, I was always in contact. With a large flatscreen TV near the galley and another in the bedroom, a CD player with a USB port for my iPod, I had all the media I could need. A full kitchen, a full bathroom with a shower, a full queen bed with another bed over head of the cab, lots of storage...hell, this could be fun!

I bought all my supplies and picked up the RV. It took me no time to pack it because I was so well prepared. My dog and I boarded the RV and took off for adventure. I turned on the GPS and aimed southwest. The first day was nice and easy and my dog found a good spot on the couch to snooze. It was late September and still warm. As I left the northeast and into West Virginia toward Ohio, it seemed to become bit humid, too. My air conditioner was working fine but my dog needed a walk and I needed to take a break. I saw a sign for a campground with RV hookups near Huntington, a few miles ahead, so I pulled off and headed for my first good night's sleep.

The campgrounds was very nice and it was quiet with only a few cars in sight. I pulled up to the office. I was greeted by a vivacious woman in her forties who introduced herself as Sarah. A little bit padded, she had large fleshy breasts to match her bubbly nature. I told her what I needed and gave her my debit card. She told me that the campgrounds were nearly empty and she gave me a location overlooking a scenic view of the hills. She told me her husband was available if I needed any help. I thanked her and made an offer for them to come by for a sunset drink. I really didn't expect them to show.

After I hooked everything up, I walked my dog and surveyed the campground. About three hundred yards away was an older couple sitting in the screened area off their trailer. With a slight breeze, there were no bugs around and so i really didn't see the point of the screen. But inside, they both read books around a small table with a bug candle and they seemed at peace. We waved to each other. A few hundred yards beyond them was a tent with a Jeep Wrangler alongside. I took the circle back and passed the bathrooms and showers but no other vehicles.

Back at the RV, I decided to check out all the bells and whistles. I upped the volume on my ipod and set about opening the slide out compartments. One made my bedroom considerable longer with lots of space to move around. Another added several feet to the dining and lounging area. I took a shower and enjoyed the warm water and the roominess. Then I poured myself a drink and flopped down on the bed. I turned the TV on to see what was going on the world, not that I really cared. I flipped the stations until I found Antiques Roadshow. I flipped open my laptop and was happy to see a strong signal. I checked my email and ignored most of them. I looked up at the TV and soon fell asleep.

I was awakened by a knock on the door. It was Sarah and her husband, Billy. I welcomed them in and excused myself to throw some water on my face. I invited them to look around.

"Sorry if we woke you. I really wanted to see your wagon. This is a great way to travel," Billy said as he check it out, "You have everything you need here."

"What are you drinking? Beer, soda, or...?"

"We brought wine, if you don't mind. Sarah likes wine."

"Great." I opened it and poured three glasses. It was a cheap Chianti and it tasted great. Enjoying that I had company, we spent the next hour or so talking about RVs, my vacation and their lives in their quiet little camping business.

Sarah was not as vivacious as she had been earlier and Billy did most of the talking. He was taller and thinner than she and they seemed to be somewhat of an odd couple. When Billy produced a joint from his pocket, she suddenly seemed to light up.

"Now there's a welcome sight," I said as I lit it. The bottle was nearly empty so I pulled another one out. As we sat around the table, the smoke and the drink loosened our tongues and the conversation was becoming sloppy.

Billy asked, "So what to you do without pussy?" This took me aback as he was so upfront in front of his wife. I looked at her for reaction and saw that she was waiting on my answer.

"Well, I brought some porn dvds to jerk off by, if that's what you mean?"

Sarah piped up, "Oh, we love porn, don't we, hon. It helps to liven things up out here. What kind of porn do you like, Davy?" She seemed fascinated.

"I haven't watched any of them yet but they're mostly group sex, threesomes...like that. I like that stuff."

"Are they with bi women?" She asked.

"Yes, they are all bi...men and women."

Billy looked up at me, "So Davy, you like it both ways, do ya, huh?"

"Sometimes...but it has been a long time since I did that. But I like to jerk off to it."

"Billy likes to jerk off to that, too...don't you, hon? Sometimes, we tell each other stories."

She got up from her chair and asked where the porn was. I pulled a few boxes out of the cabinet near the cd player. She looked over them and put one in. The overhead TV flashed with the titles and pictures of the cast. She turned the volume up. The film's plot, for what it was, started with two couples sitting and talking around a table. Within a few minutes, one guy had his hand around a tit. The other woman was stroking a cock.

"Wow. They're really good-looking," Sarah remarked. I could see her nipples getting hard under her blouse. Her bra could not conceal the dark round circles beneath. The movie began to get more involved as the couples got naked and moved into the bedroom. I could feel my erection growing. I moved around the RV closing the curtains. Billy poured more wine and lit another joint. This second joint gave me a nice buzz.

Sarah was riveted to the screen as Billy got up to pass her the joint. As he stood beside her she reached up and began to stoke him through his jeans.

"Now baby, if you keep that up you're going to have to do something about it."

"You'd like that, wouldn't ya, hon. I bet you'd like me to suck it."

As I reached for the joint, I felt her other hand rub along my now straining organ. I looked at Billy smiling at me.

"Mmmm...two hard dicks," Sarah mumbled. On the screen, the women were blowing their men. One of the women was rubbing the other woman's ass.

"How 'bout we get comfortable," I offered. Sarah got up to use the john and I opened up the bedroom. I took the dvd out and put it into the bedroom player. I found the point where we left off and paused it. Sarah returned holding her pants. She and Billy began to disrobe. Billy was wearing black boxers and his cockhead was peeking out the fly. Sarah was in her bra and panties, both simple white affairs. Her bra was holding a large pair of double dees and the damp croth of her panties was showing off her thin black pubic hair. I dropped my jeans and my black boxer briefs bulged.

We sat down on the bed and continued the dvd. The two couples were sucking and fucking away. The three of us watched quietly as we passed the joint and sipped the wine. Each of us were idly scratching and rubbing our genitals. I reached over and unclasped Sarah's bra. As she slipped it off, her large tits poured out. She began to pinch her nipples. I replaced one of her hands with my own and my fingers flicked at her nipple. All eyes were glued to the screen as one of the women began to go down on the other. Both men watched the scene and began to stroke each other. Both were very well hung.

"Man they've got big ones," said Sarah. With that she moved closer to Billy and pulled his cock out. It was about 6" and very thick, topped a large red cap. She buried her hand under it and played with his sack, a large hairy affair.

"What do you got, hon?"

She reached into my shorts and pulled out a cock similar in size but not quite so thick.

"Look Billy. Davy has such a nice dick. You both do." She took each of us in hand. We sat with her between us. As she stroked us, our four hands traveled around her body. It was obvious that she was enjoying this because within moments, the room filled with her scent and her nipples stood up and saluted.

"Sarah, look at this." The screen had the women in a 69 with close ups of lapping tongues and dripping holes. Both cunts were shaved and their clits stood out like pearls in a clamshell. The camera turned to the men, one of whom was on his knees devouring a 10" salami. The cock was so big, it seemed he could hardly get his lips around it. That is, until he deep-throated it.

"Oooh, this is a good movie. I'm really wet."

Indeed she was. I reached over and felt her sopping pussy. Billy started tweaking her nipples and she sighed happily. We all moved closer to each other and began to masturbate. I pulled her panties to the side and stuck my finger into her hole. Damn, was she ever wet. I withdrew my finger and lifted it to my face, I smelled ripe and I licked it off. then I went back for more.

Billy got off the bed to shed his underwear and Sarah and I took that as a signal to do the same. Sarah pushed me back onto the headboard.

"Guests cum first...call it West Virginia hospitality."

She laid down between my legs and went to work licking on my hard member. She started at my balls and slowly snaked her tongue along and up my cock. She did this for a while. I looked up at Billy who was still standing. He was watching the screen and stroking his cock. It stood at a perfect ninety degrees and it, too, was throbbing. He looked back at me and watched as his wife sucked on me.

"She sucks great, don't she?" I had to agree. She was very good. I was enjoying this immensely as she slurped my balls and rolled them around her mouth. She looked over to Billy and invited him closer. Billy got on the bed and crawled over. He reached over and held my cock at the stem and squeezed it.

"I need my pussy done. Want my pussy, Davy?" A rhetorical question sometimes needs no response. I moved down the bed and lay on my back as Sarah squatted over my head. I looked up into her hole as she dripped onto my face. It was raining pussy and I had to be in heaven.I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto my face. My nose rubbed her taint and tickled her rosebud as my tongue slurped and swallowed her syrup. She wiggled around on my face and squealed happily.

I felt Billy take my cock in his mouth and start to suck, His hand stroked and twisted my dick and I knew he could suck cock better than she. I also knew that I couldn't hold out much longer.

Sarah got up and stretched her legs out so that she was lying prone above me. Her thighs enveloped my head and she positioned herself so that my nose was in her pussy as my tongue sucked and twirled her clit. My face was dripping from her abundant juices as the tip of my tongue ran circles over her nub. She began to moan and pant. Her body was writhing above me as she spoke to Billy.

"You like that cock, don't you, hon...He has a nice cock...I want to see you drink his cum, my cocksucker man..." She began to buck against my face and I was drowning in her twat soup. She smelled so hot it took me over the edge and I began to feel my cum boiling up.

"I'm cumming," I somehow managed to say as her cunt slapped my face.

"Let me see you drink him, Billy,...ooooohhh...cum....cum."

Billy pulled of as I began to shoot streams of cum into his wide open mouth. Sarah was pushing down on my face and heaving. I kept shooting.

"That's a big load...take it all, Billy...take it all."

Billy grabbed her and pulled her off me. Throwing her onto her back, he plunged his cock deep inside her. Grunting like a wildman, he held her big tits and leaned down to share my spunk with her as she sucked it in voraciously. It took him a moment to cum and in a moment it was all over as he collapsed upon her.

After a few minutes, they got up and began to dress. Nonchalantly, he said that it was time for bed. They thanked me for the drink and the orgasms. It was like they made a house call and now, in a matter of fact, they were going home. Billy left another joint in the ashtray and, just like that, they were gone.

I fell asleep with a large smile on my face and my moustache reeking pussy. My dog seemed to take extra joy in licking my face.

The next morning, I was on the road again heading west. I knew I had made the right decision and that this vacation would be memorable. It already was and I had hardly started.

End of Part 1

Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 02



Wherein our hero, Davy, continues his vagabond RV adventure on the road through America and ventures into scenes and scenery one only dreams about.

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"Shut the doorCut the lightDavy won't be home tonightYou can wait till the dawn rolls inYou won't see our Davy again"

Hearing the author, John Simon, croon out the song made me smile. I always preferred his version to the Manfred Mann one. It made me think it was written just for me.

After my adventure on the first night of my travels, I considered that maybe I'd never come home again. Maybe something out here in America would derail my trip home. Maybe this would be a watershed for me. Perhaps my life would change dramatically. Out here, in the heart of my country, anything and everything was possible.

As I traveled through Ohio, I realized that I was in no rush. There was no where to be at any specific time. All I needed was an RV hookup to park next to and then go to sleep. I found that the ideal speed for gas consumption was about 55 and I held to it mostly running on cruise control and singing along to my iPod library. Several times, I'd find a nice scenic spot and pull over to walk my buddy, Santo. but most of the time he contentedly snored away on the floor.

I was running along the southern border of Ohio, well south of Cincinnati, when I decided to take a driving break. I saw a sign for a "scenic view" and pulled in to make coffee and to walk and stretch. It was beautiful and tranquil and I could picture the valley floor covered in lilacs but unfortunately it was not that time of year. Still, I felt that my mind was clearing out and tossing all the detritus away, opening myself to my imagination. I felt very fine.

As I prepared to get on my way again, I saw a van pull into the parking away and drop of a young couple, one tall and one short. I watched as they unloaded their gear from the van and headed toward the exit lane, thumbs out. Obviously, they were hitching to somewhere. I figured I'd ask if they needed a ride and have a little company for the day. I was very interested in hearing stories and adding some color to my travels. I imagined myself writing a book about the trip and desired all the fodder I could amass.

I pulled up to the couple and asked where they were going.

"Jefferson City, Missouri or as close as we can get."

"Hop in. I'll take you there." As I had no particular itinerary to follow, why not check out another place I'd never been.

I got out and helped them place their larger bags in the rear storage wells. They took their backpacks into the RV.

"Hi. I'm Davy and this is my pal, Santo." I said extending my hand, "Where are you two coming from?"

"Hi and pleased to meet you, Davy. I'm Shelley and this is Linda."

Privately, I was surprised. I had assumed that Linda, the taller one, was male as she was lanky with short-cropped hair. I didn't notice the bulges under her hoodie.

"We left Michigan three days ago and this trip has been pretty rough. We're going to Jefferson City to tend to my Mom, who had an accident and is in bad shape."

"Well, as I have no plans to be anywhere, I can take you to her door. If you like, you can relax while I drive. There's a shower and a bathroom in the back, plenty of food in the fridge and you can bunk up here above the cab."

They both looked at each other and, with eyes popping out, said "A shower!" in unison.

I set my GPS for Jefferson City as the young women cleaned themselves up. Santo seemed happy with these new companions and he followed them into the rear compartment. They closed the door and as I drove along, I could here the water running, the toilet flushing and lots of giggling. I was glad to help these two out.

After a while, they joined me. They'd changed into spaghetti tees and shorts. I silently admired their braless breasts as they chatted. My expert assessment put Shelley at about 36D, and Linda at 34C. We spoke about my trip for a while and then discussed their arduous journey and all its bummers. Somewhere around Vincennes, it was time for me to take another break and to walk Santo. I found a small turn off overlooking a stream and some woods. The girls volunteered to walk Santo while I stretched out for a few minutes. This was a mistake as I fell asleep for about an hour.

"We didn't want to wake you. You were sleeping so deeply," said Linda, the tall one.

"Snoring, too. I hope you don't mind but we put some lunch together," said Shelley.

I looked at the clock and I was surprised to see it was nearly 3pm. I rubbed my eyes.

"No, not at all. I could use something," I said as I headed for the john.

When I came out, there was a tuna sandwich and some chips waiting for me. I didn't realize how hungry I was as I wolfed it down.

"So what do you two do when you're not hitching?"

"We both worked at a restaurant. We met there and fell in love."

"My mom doesn't approve, naturally, but she'll learn to love us both. She'll have to because that's the way it is."

"I think it's great that you too are happy. It's a beautiful thing. What are those tattoos?"

"We both got them one day after a wild night."

Shelley pulled her tee down a little so I could see the heart bearing the name "Linda" on her left breast about an inch above her nipple. Linda showed me her heart with "Shelley" on her right breast in the same place.

"We each have another one but you can't see that!" said Linda and we laughed.

"That's okay. I think we're a few hours away from Jefferson City and we'd better step on it if we're going to get there before dark. Also, I have to find a place to gas up as well as a place to crash for the night."

I started up the RV and within a mile I found a gas station. After I gassed up, I tuned on my laptop and immediately found a strong wi-fi connection. I just love that wi-fi and am very glad it's nearly everywhere these days.

The girls watched as I googled "RV hookups Jefferson City Missouri." The search brought back about a dozen places but one place caught my eye. It was an adult nudist resort with RV accommodations.

"This place looks cool...and it's only a few miles south of Jefferson City."

The girls laughed as we looked at the pictures.

"Uh-oh, I think Davy's got a boner!" said Shelley.

"Why should you two get all the pussy? I deserve some too!"

More laughter ensued as I started down the road again. I called the resort and placed a reservation for the night. They said that they had room for my RV and would send an email confirmation. Linda pulled a pipe from her backpack and lit it. The smell of herb filled the cabin as she passed it around. I saw a cop up ahead and told them to stash it until we were well passed. Fortunately, driving below the speed limit has its benefits and the pipe started moving around the cabin again when the cop turned off the highway.

We had a good buzz going but I was well in control of the RV. We sang along with the tunes and told dirty jokes. Stopping once just south of St. Louis to walk Santo and for me to pee, it was a pleasant ride. I checked my email for my confirmation and it was there. The confirmation also listed some of the resorts amenities including an indoor pool and a hot tub, sauna and steam room. It also mentioned a restaurant and an event for the evening - naked bingo. This was not something in which I would be interested.

Shelley seemed turned on by the whole idea of the resort.

"I've never been to a nudist resort but this place looks very cool, especially since it's all adult oriented. I'd love to play naked."

"I've never been to a nudist resort either but I've been to nude beaches," I offered, "and I've always wanted to go to one of those Couples resorts in the Caribbean. I'm curious and turned on by this place."

Shelley and Linda went off to the back of the RV and were whispering and giggling. After a few minutes, they came back to the cab.

"We were wondering if you would mind very much if we joined you for the night," said Linda, "we won't get in your way, I promise. We're both so curious."

"If we show up tomorrow at my Mom's place, she won't mind. My brother is with her until the end of the week anyway," Shelley added.

"Well, if you want to join me then fine but I'm going to get to see the secret tattoos!"

"Yes, I suppose so." We all laughed and headed directly for the resort.

It turned out that the resort was only about a half hour south of Jefferson City. It was off a small road and there was a long driveway to the main building. It seemed like a pretty classy, upscale place and when I went into the office to register, it was a little expensive, too but then there were all these amenities and I didn't mind. I was given a map of the place and my RV pad was circled. Also, in the welcome package, was a key to a locker. I was told I had to keep Santo on a leash and pick up after him. It had started to rain lightly but it was a warm, misty rain and it felt nice.

I pulled onto my pad, hooked up, refilled the water tanks and cleared the toilet tanks. The girls were a great help, cleaning the RV and tending to Santo. Santo was crazy about them and eager to give them both licks. They both made lots of jokes about his long tongue and I told them that he took after his master. When I set up the slide-outs and expanded the RV, both were amazed and impressed. They made up the overhead queen-sized bed and stowed their backpacks. Linda closed the curtains and suggested we have a few more tokes before we venture out. I still had some wine form the night before and we spent a little while getting loose.

I changed into a pair of shorts and a polo shirt and dropped a locker key into the pocket. Slipping on my sneakers, I walked out of my bedroom and asked if they were ready. Both nodded, I locked up and off we went to the restaurant, about a hundred yards away. There were four other RVs parked at adjacent pads and one was the size of a tour bus. The light rain turned the girls spaghetti tees into nearly see-through by the time we reached the dining room.

"I am most impressed, ladies. You both have fabulous tits." I was feeling pretty loose and perhaps, a little too friendly.

"Yes, we do!" they preened and proudly presented them.

We walked into the dining room to find it about one-third full. Some people were casually dressed like us and some were naked. There was a variety of bodies, some fat, some old and some the way I like them - fabulous. The three of us went up to the buffet and we could sense all the eyes in the room following us.

Filling my plate with some ribs, sausages, asparagus and fries, we took a table off in the corner. A waitress came by and filled my glass with wine. The wine was just palatable but the waitress, in a little outfit showing off her deep cleavage was more to my educated palate.

The food was good and we ate up quickly when a couple came up to our table. They were both in their mid-thirties, naked and attractive. Both were shaved and buff. His cock had to be about a foot long, very thick and with a large plum-shaped glans. Her tits were easily 40Ds and her pussy was small and very pink. Her long red hair falling off her shoulders made quite an impression.

"Hi. I'm Tommy and this is Tammy. This is our resort and we're glad you've joined us tonight. We hope you stay longer. Do you mind if we join you to discuss some of the rules?"

"Pleased to meet you two beautiful people, too. Please, sit down."

"More wine?" asked Tammy and before I could nod, she waved to the waitress who arrived with five clean glasses and a vintage California Merlot. This juice was much tastier than the other wine.

"So here are some of the rules: This is an adult resort and we invite you to shed your clothes in any part of the grounds. We ask that you don't participate in overt sex in the public areas but you will probably find others enjoying each other all around the grounds. Because of the rain, most everyone will be in the main building tonight. The pool and spa facilities are attached to this building and accessed straight down the main hallway, you can't miss it. You have a locker key and you can store your clothes there. We ask that you keep your fluids out of the pool. There is a bar adjoining the pool where you will find pool tables, some pinball machines and video games. Most likely, the big screen will be playing the baseball game. On the second floor, you will find the playrooms where just about anything can happen. We recently installed a Sybian and..."

"Excuse me, what is a Sybian?" asked Linda.

Tammy said, "you'll see it and you'll love it." Her eyes opened wide, "I love it and I'm so glad we got it."

Tommy continued, "As I was saying, usually anything goes on the playroom level, it is very active. The action usually starts around 10pm. We hope you enjoy yourselves. Of course, the rule 'no means no' applies everywhere on the resort and we ask that you respect that. Although it rarely occurs, if there is a complaint, we will ask you to leave the resort. Finally, drugs of any kind are prohibited on this facility. What you do in your own room is not our business but drugs are prohibited. I think I can smell a prohibited odor - please keep it private."

"Don't worry about us," I said, "we'll play nicely. We'll be good."

"Good," said Tommy. "The bar is open until midnight and access to the playroom level is through the bar. There is naked bingo tonight and that is always fun for many of the older folks but, of course, you are invited, too. There are sex toys as prizes. We also invite you to check out our shop for any amenities or souvenirs you might want to purchase."

Another waitress appeared with some goody bags.

Tammy said, "To welcome you, here are some welcome gifts that might come in handy. Have a wonderful time and I'm sure we'll see you around tonight."

We shook hands and they left us to examine the bags. Each held condoms and tubes of flavored lubes, a baseball cap with the resort logo, some candy bars and a coupon for one free drink. Mine held a pair of logo-ed boxer shorts while the girls held logo-ed thongs.

We'd finished eating and I asked the girls if they were ready to explore the place. We all agreed to check out the pool and spa first since it was still early. We headed down the main hallway as other guests eyeballed us. Shelley and Linda each took one arm and we made quite a trio as we strolled. We stopped into the shop and looked around. The girls eyeballed a foot-long double dildo and, to their surprise, I bought it for them. Then we proceeded to the pool.

The pool was a nice size with a large hot tub at one end. The whole place was under glass and it was very warm and humid. There were about fifty people lounging around or swimming. There were several couples in the hot tub. One woman was lying nude on a massage table while getting a rub down. I was delighted to see that the majority of guests were quite good-looking and in good shape.

"So, ladies, shall we dip in?" I said steering them toward the locker room. Once inside, I found our locker and without any hesitation, pulled off my tee and dropped my shorts.

"What a nice body you have, Davy. If I liked cock, I'd go for it in a flash." Linda said smiling.

"I think that was a compliment," I opined.

The girls shed their clothes. Both had nicely trimmed pussies and both had little heart tattoos with little kissing lips around them. I kneeled down to have a close-up and smiled at them.

"Nice tats. Very sweet. If I liked gay pussy, and I do, I'd add a few kisses myself."

"I think that was a compliment," smiled Shelley.

We laughed and turned toward the pool as I admired two heart-shaped butts. The pool was very warm and very languid adding a sexy feel. It took only a few moments before we all felt free and uninhibited.

As people swam by, they introduced themselves. It was difficult to look them in the eyes and not stare. Some said they hoped they'd see us in the playroom later. After swimming some easy laps, I got out of the pool and lowered myself in the hot tub. I shared the hot tub with three good-looking, sexy couples. In the hot swirling water, hands moved around and I enjoyed being felt up. I knew that some of the hands were female but I also sensed that some were male. My hands did the same, cupping vaginas and sometimes stroking dicks. With my head back, I was totally relaxed.

Shelley and Linda joined us in the tub and within a few minutes were also feeling people up. Linda seemed a little more exclusive with her hands. At times, I felt Shelley playing with my cock and my balls. Idle conversation went on above the water line.

"So tell me, what is this Sybian thing Tammy told us about?" Linda was very curious.

"Oh, you will love it. It's better than riding the bull," said one of the women.

"It's an orgasm machine that will make you cum like you've never cum before. It's the most fun ride you've ever been on," said another.

"It's like the perfect fuck machine - next to my husband, Mark, here, that is. It's like a saddle that you squat down on a vibrator and you let it fuck you. You cum buckets. I love it and I'd be glad it show you how it works in a little while."

"I don't know," said Shelley, "Linda's tongue does me right. She's the best fuck I ever had."

The others raised their eyebrows at this. "You just wait and see," said the blond.

"I'm so curious. I don't want to wait. I'm so horny now. Come on, Davy, let's go upstairs," Linda grabbed my hand and Shelley's hand and started to pull us out of the hot tub.

"Alright, we can always come back here, I suppose," I said as I reluctantly left the swirling hot water.

"I'll show you," said the brunette getting up to join us.

"I'll meet you up there in a few minutes," said her husband, who seemed to be busy playing with the blond next to him.

We got out of the water and began to dry off. The brunette seemed to enjoy drying Linda. Shelley eyed her with a little jealousy. Linda broke away from the brunette and kissed Shelley. "Come on, baby, it's been days since we came. Let's do it." I remembered to take the drink coupons.

The brunette, whose name was Jen, guided us into the packed and noisy bar. There was a lot of noise by the big screen as a group watched the Cardinals play. The pool table was active as was the Wii game. And everyone was naked. It was truly an eye candy paradise.

The girls ordered margaritas while I got a Courvoisier XO. Linda took my hand as Jen led us up the spiral staircase to the playroom level.

The stairs opened into a dimly lit lounge with tables and banquettes. There was a buffet set up on one side with a chef serving finger food. He was a large buff looking guy wearing a revealing thong showing off his large cock beneath. There were only a few people in the lounge and they all seemed busy making out.

"This way," said Jen, as she guided us to a hallway with several large mat rooms on each side. There were large glass viewing windows and we stopped to watch a group all having sex. Another room held two couples fucking. It was a sex smorgasbord.

Jen took us to a large room where the Sybian sat on the floor on top of a soft fur carpet. One couple was sitting on a banquette on the side sipping on their drinks and whispering to each other.

Jen went over to a disinfecting box and, with a pair of tongs, lifted out a rectangular piece of soft rubber. There was a dildo of about 7" attached to it and large round nubs on both sides of it. She placed it on the center rod of the Sybian.

"Me first," she said. "Girls, come here on each side of me and you sit down and watch. You, take a seat over there. This is just for the ladies."

I did as I was told and watched as Jen slid down on the dildo and placed her knees on the fur. She turned on the switch and immediately let out a groan.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 02



"This is the speed control but once it starts, you won't care." The Sybian began to hum and Jen took hold of Shelley and Linda's hands.

"Oh, my God, does this feel good." Her nipples popped up immediately and she guided their hands to her breasts. For the next five minutes, the Sybian increased its action as Jen became more absorbed in the sensations. Shelly and Linda kneeled down and began to suck Jen's tits. Jen was in heaven and her groaning reached a frenetic pitch as she began to cum. The Sybian slowed down and she slowly dismounted. She rubbed her pussy and collapsed on the floor.

Linda was transfixed. "Me first, Shelley, I'm dripping all over."

"Me, too. This looks amazing," she said as she reached over a felt Linda's damp crouch.

Linda removed the dildo and dropped it into the disinfectant box. Reaching in, she took out several and selected the one with the 6-incher. Mounting it on the machine, she took a glob of lube and pushed it into her vagina. Slowly, she squatted down on it and flipped the switch.

"Holy shit," was all she said and her eye's bugged out, "shit...fucking shit...!

Jen got up and told Linda to lean forward a little so the round nub part touched her clit. Jen then stood and watched Linda. Her puss could not have been more than a couple of inches from Linda's face. Shelley didn't seem to like that and she sort of lightly pushed Jen away and took her place. Linda had a dewy-eyed look as her tongue snaked out and licked Shelley's womb. She became lost in the sensations produced by the Sybian and began to writhe and pinch her own nipples as both Shelley held her up.

Jen sat down next to me and said, "I told you they would love it. You love it too, I see." My cock was hard and standing straight out as I watched my companion reach nirvana. Jen got down on her knees between my legs and started to lightly lick the head of my cock. I wondered if it could possibly get any better than this.

My eyes glazed over and I stopped paying attention until Linda erupted in a series of deep throated grunts alternating with high-pitched squeals. As she rolled off the machine, she lay on the carpet holding her crotch and moaning, "oh, my cunt. My cunt. What a fuck!"

"Now me," said Shelley as she replaced the dildo with one that was longer and thinner than the others. I watched through heavy lids as Jen lightly sucked on me. I didn't notice her husband slide onto the banquette next to me.

"This is hot, isn't it? he said. I looked around the room. It was now filled with people watching Shelley, who was lost to the world, groaning and whimpering. Linda lay on the floor watching her.

"You don't want to cum yet," as he took the base of my cock and squeezed it. Jen backed off my cock. I saw Tammy and Tommy moving toward us and Tammy held out her hand to me. I took it and she led me out of the room to another one. Shelley was busy hiccupping as the Sybian did its thing. The girls were lost in the moment and never saw me leave.

They took me to a small room and closed the door. This room had no viewing window.

"We want to welcome you to our never-ending party. Please let us enjoy you."

Tammy pulled me down on the shag-carpeted floor and lowered herself onto my face. I began to lick and slurp her pussy. Tommy stood the side as she blew him. After a few minutes, she got up and slid down onto my cock which was screaming for release. Tommy moved over as she continued to blow him. I couldn't hold out much longer and I said, "I'm gonna cum...you're making me cum...I'm almost there."

I arched my back and started to shoot my cum into her. As my orgasm subsided, she slid herself off me and Tommy kneeled and began to eat her out, lapping my cum up with happy grunts.

"Yes, baby...yes...eat it all...yes baby...taste it...good...good" and she began to cum, shaking her hips and pushing herself onto his face. He began to hum and this took her over the edge, her moans turning to loud shrieks.

When she was done, they sat down next to me.

"So what do you think of our resort?" said Tommy.

"What can I say? This place is amazing. I'm glad we pulled in for the night."

"Are you and those girls in a menage?"

"No, I picked them up hitchhiking this morning. I'm taking them to Jefferson City tomorrow."

"I think they're enjoying themselves."

"Yes, I would say so."

Tammy began to stroke Tommy's cock and I watched it grow to it's mammoth size and girth. She leaned down and began to lick the head.

She looked up at me and asked, "Would you like to help?"

Without saying anything, I sprawled out on my stomach and began to lick along the side of his cock. I opened wide and slid along the side. His cock was so wide, I couldn't get my lips around it. Tammy positioned herself on the opposite side and we began to lick it in unison, breaking every now and then to kiss each other. My hand was rubbing his sac while the other stretched out to tweak her nipple. I slipped my mouth to his glans but there was no way I could get it all between my lips. I simply did the best I could.

He stopped us and said, "I want to fuck Tammy while you fuck me. Is that okay with you?" Fortunately, I was hard again, ready to go and it seemed the hospitable thing to do for my hosts.

"When in Rome..." I mumbled. He stretched out on top of Tammy and slowly slid into her. She pushed against him until he was deep inside her. She was very vocal as he pushed his salami into her and somehow, it got deep inside her I took a few squirts of lube and got between his legs. He pushed his ass up to me and I easily slipped my cock into him. "Hmmm," I thought, I'm not the first one in here."

The door opened and I head Shelley say, "What's in here...oh, he's in here." Linda followed her in and both were wide-eyed as they watched this triple fuck.

"I didn't think you were into that, Davy." said Linda.

"It's all good," was all I could say. I reached for Linda's ass and pulled it to my face. I sniffed her twat, exhaled with a sigh and began to push into Tommy's ass as he pushed back and picked up speed. Linda and Shelley lay beside us and began to sixty-nine. Tammy reached over and played with Shelley's butt, lightly slipping a finger into her pucker.

The room stunk of sex. It permeated every pore and every square inch. Five humping bodies dripping sweat and squirming along side each other, moaning and panting made for quite a scene.

Linda left the door open and I noticed that we had an audience. Tommy began to buck and shout, "Here I come...here I come." He pulled back out of Tammy while pushing me deeper into him as my cock tickled his prostate. He grabbed his cock and began to shoot pearly white ropes of cum all over her, from her chin down to her snatch. He arched back onto me and shot one more string of cum that pooled into her navel. Then he collapsed upon her and my cock fell out.

Our audience began to applaud and murmur comments like "how fucking hot was that."

There was very little to do but smile and agree. Tammy took me by the hand and led us to another room which was a large group shower. We began to soap each other and rinse each other off. Tammy and Tommy worked me over while I took Linda and Shelly and held them to my sides.

"Well, ladies, what do you think?" I had their butts in each hand and the three of us shared a group kiss.

"I think I love this place." said Shelley.

"I don't want to leave. I want to stay here," said Linda.

"That's not the first time we've heard that," said Tommy.

The shower filled with others and soon there was a soapy orgy going on. Shelley pushed me into the corner and began to kiss and hump me. "You deserve this, Davy. You're just the best thing that has happened to us in a very long time," she said as she climbed onto my cock, "and I think you're better than the Sybian!"

Linda was against the wall under the shower and Jen licked and slurped her twat. Two women and another guy took turns on Tommy's monster cock. Tammy had her legs around a guy as he pounded her puss. Hands and bodies were everywhere as the water sprayed down from nearly a dozen shower heads. Some showerheads were waist high and some people were backed into them. I slid down to the floor as Shelley sat on top of me. Different hands pinched her nipples, played with her clit and fondled my testicles. From somewhere, a finger snaked up my ass. Two women found a way to stand between us as Shelley and I licked and drank their nectar. This was just insane. Finally, I could take no more as my cock began to spray into Shelley. I had to rest. I kissed Shelley with all the tongue I had and then I pulled myself away and left the party for the lounge.

Exhausted, I flopped down on the banquette. The chef walked over and handed me my XO, refreshed and a plate of tapas. I sat there nearly paralyzed or at least crippled. I idly watched a couple fucking a few feet away from me. They were so into each other, I was invisible. A little while later, Shelley and Linda joined me. The chef brought over two margaritas and more tapas.

Silently, we nibbled and drank and smiled at each other.

"This has to be the coolest place I've ever been."

"I can't move."

"I lived out about a dozen fantasies."

"I can't move."

"My pussy is numb."

"I can't move."

"I'm tired."

"Me, too."

"Ladies, I think we're done here - at least I know that I am. Shall we go to bed?"

"Good idea. My pussy is done for tonight."

We went to the locker room and didn't even bother putting on our clothes tossing them into the bags. Other people were now leaving, too, commenting to us "tomorrow is another day" and "good show tonight." A couple of guys slapped my back. One couple asked if we might want to join them in their room but we passed on the offer.

We stumbled back toward the RV and honestly, I could hardly walk. I knew that the girls felt the same way. The rain had stopped and it was warm and muggy. I took Santo for a walk while the girls readied for bed. Santo did his thing and I had a difficult time climbing back into the rig but somehow with the thought of approaching sleep, I made it.

I walked back to the master bedroom and opened the door.

"Surprise!" Both girls were in my bed pointing to the middle. "We're sleeping with you tonight, okay?"

"Sleeping is the operative word, you two."

"We both agree."

I crawled in between them and shut the lights. Our bodies intertwined and we quietly spoke about our experience.

"I had my first cock tonight," said Linda. "I liked it but I don't want to make a habit of it."

"I sucked my first cock tonight," said Shelley, "it was interesting. I also loved fucking you, Davy, you're a very good lover."

"I nearly came watching you fuck Tommy up the ass..."

"That Sybian machine was amazing. We've got to get one, Lin."

We drifted off to a deep and very satisfying sleep. At one point in the night, I got up to take a leak. Shelley has snoring away but Linda got up to piss also. As I stood over the bowl, she took my cock and aimed it, saying "another fantasy fulfilled. I also wanted to be able to pee like a man."

When the morning came, Shelley was already awake, had made coffee and was cooking bacon and eggs. It was either the smell of breakfast that woke me or the feeling of Linda quietly humping my leg and rubbing my dick, I'm not sure. I looked down at Linda and commented that Shelley would not like what she was doing to me. Linda merely smiled and yelled out to Shelley.

"He's up, Shelley!" she called out, "I mean he's really up!" and she gave my dick a tug.

"Great. I'll be right there. Don't start without me."

Shelley walked into the bedroom carrying a tray, set it down on the bed and then climbed in with us as we all sat "indian-style" around the tray. She served out portions and passed us plates.

"Mmmm...delicious...cheese eggies and bacon...good coffee, too. The best part is sharing it with two beautiful naked lesbians in my bed. Is this the best or what?" I exclaimed as I marveled at the two spread and naked snatches and those oh so beautiful breasts.

"I knew I could wake him up," Linda said proudly. "Look how hard his penis is!"

"I think it's still hard from last night. I think it'll be hard for a few more days!"

Shelley said, "I woke up this morning from a dream about last night and my chooch was dripping."

We laughed but I warned them not to laugh too hard or breakfast would be all over the bed.

"I dreamed about it, too," said Linda, "I kept replaying the Sybian and the shower orgy in my head."

"I don't know that I've ever felt so uninhibited," said Shelley, "except for the first time we made love, Lin."

As we ate, we replayed the erotic scenes to each other. When we had done eating, Shelley took the tray away to the kitchen and returned to bed. We all sat around and continued reminiscing as I lit a joint. It was warm in the RV and the sound of rain outside battered the roof.

As we spoke, we were also masturbating. I was hard and my dick was very red so I reached over to the built-in cubby, pulled out some aloe cream and went to coat myself but Linda stopped me. Their pussies were quite wet and puddles were forming under them. Linda leaned over and slurped Shelley. I took this as a signal and leaned over to slurp Linda.

"We owe you big time," said Linda.

Both girls moved around so that I had pussies at either side of my head and they began to lick and suck on my penis together. I alternated between their dripping red clits and sighed.

"I want his cum," said Shelley.

"No, I want it," said Linda.

"Now girls, share..." It took me no time at all to start to drip pre-cum and I knew my load was not far behind.

I pulled them closer by their tushes so that both clits were in my face as I vigorously lapped and drank their juice. Shelley started to hump my nose and gush her essence. That triggered my spunk to start dripping down along my cock. The feeling of their tongues licking it up was heavenly.

"Mmmmmm...salty," murmured Shelley.

As I subsided and softened, they took turns licking me clean. Shelley got out of bed.

"I'm showering first. Please finish her, Davy."

"Yes, ma'am, my pleasure."

I buried my face into Linda's puss and concentrated on bringing her off. She let out little moans and began to buck against me. The RV swayed and rocked to her beat. I pushed one finger deep into her and caressed her g-spot. She moaned louder and started squirting as I furiously drank it in. Then she slowly came down, her body melting over me.

"Oh, Davy, that was great. You eat pussy like a woman."

"I take that as a high compliment. Thank you. You both are very delicious. I like you both and I'm glad I picked you up."

As Linda slowly pulled herself off the bed, I saw Santo sitting nearly by. He was avidly watching us and he was jealous. His "lipstick" was sticking out. Also, I knew he needed to go out so I got up, too. Linda headed into the shower to join Shelley as I fed Santo the leftovers and then went to get dressed.

Clad in my rain gear, I took him for a long walk though my legs were wobbly. When we got back, the girls were dressed and fixing their hair. I towel dried Santo and then prepared the RV to take them to Shelley's mom. I didn't care if I smelled of sex. I kind of liked it.

We all agreed that we hated to leave the place but that it was great stopover. As I checked out, I told Tammy that I would certainly try to return on my way back east. Tammy gave me a map with other adult resorts marked and suggested I might want to try these places along my way. She followed me out into the RV to say goodbye to the girls. They all embrace and kissed. Then we headed off to Jefferson City. Following Shelley's directions, we pulled up in front of her mother's house in a very short time.

Shelley suggested that I come in for a while and do my laundry. This was a great idea.

Inside, it was dark and quiet. Shelley's mother was asleep in her bed with an oxygen mask on her face. She looked frail. I met Shelley's brother Bernard, and he appeared to me, at first impression, to be very effeminately gay. He explained that the doctors didn't think there would be any improvement and that she might die soon from all her internal injuries. I stayed long enough to fold my laundry as the place was very somber. I made sure that the girls had my phone and email. I asked that they keep me apprised of the situation.

They followed me out to the RV and were very generous in their kisses to both me and Santo. Linda handed me a bag of pot suggesting I might need it. She also said that there were some crumbled magic mushrooms in there, too. We had an emotional group hug and, as I watched them return to the house, they seemed somewhat sad and resigned to the situation. I slowly backed the RV out and headed for Route 54 toward Lake Ozark.

"Ah," I thought as I flipped on the iPod, "Davy's on the road again."

End of Part 2



Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 03



Wherein our hero, Davy, continues his vagabond RV adventure on the road through America and ventures into scenes and scenery one only dreams about.

This chapter is more expository than then first two. There's is some sex but it occurs toward the end. Hey, I'm just relating what happened on my trip!

A correction: In Part 2, I should not have written "In Ohio, well south of Cincinnati." I should have said, "In Kentucky,..." I stand corrected. Sorry Cincinnatians, Ohioans and Kentuckyites.

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"Into The Great Wide OpenUnder them skies of blueOut in the great wide openA rebel without a clue"

Yup, that was me, alright. Here I was, on the road, and singing at the top of my lungs. I think you could say that I felt free.

While always a middling Tom Petty fan, I love his live stuff. It's great driving music. As I headed west from Jefferson City, the music added an extra couple of miles to the gallon. I'd stopped a couple of times to let Santo do his business but now, after a steady rocking two hours, I was getting hungry. I saw a sign along the road touting "the best bbq this side of Kansas City" - 10 miles ahead" and I knew I had to have some.

In no time, I pulled in to scarfe down some ribs and yes, they were mighty fine. The brisket was also super and I shared that with Santo, who was mighty happy about that. Now when it comes to barbeque, I prefer Memphis. I'd say that the Rendezvous is about the best there is but there was no denying the fact that this chow was mighty tasty.

Just up the road from the barbeque joint was an Indian casino and on this day, in fact throughout this trip, I was feeling lucky so I pulled in to see just how lucky I was. Walking up to the first old-fashioned slot machine I saw, I fed it a twenty dollar bill and pulled the arm. Nothing. I maxxed out the three lines and pulled again. Again nothing. I did the same thing again but this time, three "super bars" came up and bells and lights began to flash. The machine credited me with $3600.00. I quickly closed the machine out, walked to the cashier, took my cash and walked out the door. In my head, a voice said, "Feelin' lucky, punk?" and I smiled wide.

Santo and I drove away giddy and slaphappy. I was shaking at the wheel. I saw a sign for a state park campgrounds located near the town of Goodlands and headed that way. Sure, I could have added more miles to my day but I felt weary (probably from the past few days) and I was tired of the flatlands and the prairie. It would be good to pull over and sleep.

I gassed up in Goodlands and pulled into the campgrounds. After walking Santo again, I set up the RV and plugged in my laptop to check my email and surf the web for a while. I had a bunch of emails from friends. I'd told some of them of my travel plans and now had a fistful of invitations to visit. Colorado was on my itinerary, I figured I'd visit Fort Collins and Aspen where some family and some old friends lived. Then I figured I might travel down to Grand Canyon which I'd never seen.

Another email was from Shelley and Linda. It was a sweet note telling me how much they enjoyed riding with me, how much fun they had, and how I had to see them on my return trip. Hmmm, not a bad idea, at all.

I pulled out my stash and lit a bowl savoring the smoke that stunk up my traveling metal shoe box of a trailer. I felt my first rush within a couple of minutes. And, since I was on a lucky roll with a fat wad of benjamins in my pocket, I decided to check my finances and investments.

I think a little background is in order here. I'd always made a good buck and lived pretty well but all that changed after my divorce. My wife of 28 years literally took my for my last dime. During the Discovery part of the divorce, I learned that she'd been having an affair with my estate lawyer. They'd forged my name on a Power of Attorney and all my assets had disappeared. Then, for reasons I never could comprehend, the judge issued a summary judgement granting the divorce and leaving me nearly impoverished. She walked away with several million dollars and I was left with barely my pride. There was little I could do about it because I didn't even have enough money to pay my lawyer to appeal, which in divorce proceedings is usually a lose/lose anyway. The next seven years were dreadful for me and I barely made enough to survive. My business fell apart after 9/11 and I floundered. From living by the ocean to living in a small rented house in a seedy part of town, I became very depressed. So when I won the lottery, I felt a sense of redemption. I took some of the money and bought stock in Apple and Ford. I also invested in precious metals. I was never going to allow myself to crash and burn again.

Much to my joy, Apple and Ford were zooming. I sent an email to my broker authorizing him to buy some stock in Google and Facebook. Then I looked at my metals investment and it was literally exploding. The gold market had earned me a five figure profit. I moved a good bit of it into my bank account. I took a long hit from my pipe...I earned it. Today was indeed a lucky day. I lay down on my bed and began to dream of the house by the water that I would buy when I returned and then I fell asleep for a few hours.

I woke up hungry. Santo was hungry, too. I fixed us some dinner and smoked some more pot. I began to read the brochure that Tammy gave me and was very surprised to see that there were so many nudist resorts, especially along the road I was on. While I had never really considered myself a nudist, I began to realize how often I enjoy being naked out of doors whether it be on a beach or in the backyard. I've always loved to skinny dip and there were several places in Colorado, Arizona and New Mexico I knew I'd have to dip into. The thought of dipping into a hot springs took on a widescreen image in my brain. There were also two adult sex resorts, one near Aspen and one near Palm Springs that looked inviting. Both were expensive but I suddenly had plenty of money and lots of time so, what the hell, right?

Santo needed a walk so I grabbed the leash and we took off. I was very dark out with no moon but lots of stars. I made sure I had a flashlight, a poop bag and allowed Santo to lead the way after I locked the camper. The campgrounds appeared to be empty as we strolled. At one point, the trail opened onto a meadow and the silence within the bowl of stars was humbling. I think that Santo felt the same as he sat down and gazed, too.

I heard some voices drifting in the air from behind us and while it broke the mood, my curiosity took over as I had seen no other campers around. Santo heard them, too, and the two of us began to head back but toward the voices. As we approached the area where our trailer was parked, I saw some people struggling to set up a tent. We must have frightened them as we approached.

"Don't come any closer! I have a gun."

We froze. "It's ok, don't be frightened. I'm from the trailer off to your right."

"We didn't see anyone in that camper. It was all locked up."

"Yes. I've been walking my dog. Do you need any help? Can we approach?"

"Ok, you can come...come into the light."

I waved my flashlight as we approached their campsite. There were two women in a Ford 150 huddled together as the watched me. Two burly young guys (I estimated them in their mid-twenties) were standing around a crumpled up tent. It was obvious from the state of things that they were having problems putting it up and they seemed frustrated.

"No weapons," I said as I showed my hands. One of the boys held a rifle.

"Put the rifle away," I said, "I'm no threat. I'm here to help you if you need any."

The boy put the gun into the rack on the back window of the truck and the girls came out to see me.

"Now what seems to be the problem? The tent?"

"Were having trouble setting it up. We've never done this before," said the blond-haired, muscular guy.

"And we have to go the bathroom. Is there another bathroom around here? That one stinks!" one of the girls whined.

"Yeah, it really stinks. It's disgusting!" the other whined in.

The guys witheringly looked at me. I could see that nobody was happy here.

"Ok. Here's what we are going to do. All of you come with me to my trailer. Ladies, you can use my bathroom. Gentleman, we're going to look up directions for this tent. Take the cover with the model number and follow me. And you...you grab some beer."

The trailer was about 20 yards away and as they trudged behind me, they griped and complained.

"I knew I shouldn't have taken this tent from my brother. It sucks." "Why did we agree to this?" and blah blah blah.

I stopped and turned to them. "Ok, enough of the bitching and moaning. Turn your heads around and start thinking of having a good time. Once you all crawl into your sleeping bags, you'll all get happy so just relax and chill out."

I unlocked the trailer and pointed out the bathroom. I pointed to the table and we sat down around my computer. I was hooked into cable so the connection was superfast. The tent was a Cabela Quad Pole and the web site showed how easy it was to erect. We read the directions while the girls popped open some beers and joined us at the table.

"This RV is totally awesome. This is how we should be camping, boys. Oh, by the way, I'm Sharon."

"I'm Susie. I'm with Daniel here," she said tugging the blond.

"And I'm with Ricky."

"And I'm Davy and thanks for the beer," I said taking a deep slurp on the can. I reached over into my stash drawer and pulled out one of my bags of pot and my pipe, "Anyone care to join me?"

"Here, do this one." Ricky pulled out a fat doobie from his back pocket. He lit it and passed it to me. I toked it and commented on what good herb it was.

"Hydroponic Vancouver," he said in a sort of bragging way.

The pot hit me quickly and within a few minutes, we were all laughing and getting goofy. I suggested that the guys hit the john and then we should set up the tent before we were too crippled.

As we walked back to their campsite, we were nearly tripping. Putting the tent up was a scream but somehow we got it done. The guys placed the sleeping bags and their gear in the tent while the girls fixed a snack. Lighting the Coleman lamp and heading into the tent was a triumphal parade. Santo and I were invited in for another joint and as we sat around shooting the breeze and getting stupid, Santo was sniffing around.

"So what made you all want to camp out tonight?"

Susie scowled, "They think we're going to have an orgy tonight. Fat fucking chance at that. They can orgy with each other."

"I'd pay to see that," laughed Sharon.

"Yeah, me too." I added as I pulled out some cash from my pocket.

"Put your money away," Daniel said grinning, "I'd blow myself before I'd do that."

"I'd pay to see that," laughed Sharon.

"Yeah, me too." I added as we all collapsed in laughter. Santo was still sniffing around the tent until he discovered Susie's crotch and then began to sniff that. She tried to shoo him away but apparently he liked her scent.

"Looks like Santo wants to play, too," said Ricky, "he has good taste as well as a great sense of smell!"

"...and a long tongue." I added.

Sharon mock slapped me, "Oh, you guys are disgusting!" as more laughter ensued.

Susie cuddled up to Daniel and I felt my presence was no longer required. "Santo, want to go for a walk? There's a beautiful meadow just down the trail and I want to check out the stars. Have a good night and remember to wrap those rascals." I said, pointing to their dicks.

"How 'bout we join you and then we'll turn in. You guys wanna check it out some nature?" asked Ricky.

"Ok, but one more toke." Susie lit the joint and passed it around.

I took Santo's leash and, with my flashlight, led the way as five bumbling stoners headed toward the meadow. We got to it in a few minutes and I turned off the flashlight. Just then, a shower of meteors crossed the sky and everyone oohed and aahed. It was a magnificent site. Moments later, another shower crossed the sky and was just as magnificent. All of us stood in silent wonder but Santo had completed his business and was pulling me so I lit the flashlight to head back.

"Wait. I gotta pee." said Ricky.

"Yeah, me too. Wanna cross swords? Davy, you in on this?" asked Dan.

I handed Susie the flashlight and the three of us proceeded to relieve ourselves. Suddenly, Susie lit us up and the girls started to laugh at the sight of three dicks pissing into the grass. Santo lifted his leg and joined the party.

"Wow! Three big cocks and Ricky, you're uncut! Look at that!" Susie leaned closer for a better look, "omigod, I've never that. Look at that!"

I zipped myself up and took the flashlight, "Enough fun, you crazy kids. Go back to your tent and fuck yourselves silly. Santo and I are heading back."

Sharon looked at Susie and giggled, "Maybe we will swap tonight, Suze. You can taste his foreskin and I'll sit on Dan's monster!"

The boys were beaming as bright as my flashlight as we walked back. There was a lot of bantering going on, too. When we got to their tent, I wished them luck and started back.

"Can I use your john again, Davy? I gotta go?", Susie said as she ran alongside.

"Sure, empty yourself out. You're going to need to be empty tonight."

"Can I take a fast shower, too?"

"Sure, why not. I leave the door unlocked if you guys need to go during the night. Just don't wake me up or trip over Santo."

We entered the trailer and I headed toward my bedroom. I started to get undressed and turned on the TV. Flipping through the cable channels, I came across some softcore porn and watched it for a few minutes. It bored me so I turned it off and got my pipe and my crossword puzzle. As I passed the shower, I heard Susie call out to me.

"Davy, how do you do this?"

She opened the door clad in just her red bra and red panties. I marveled at her young flesh and asked her to step out while I flipped the waterline and pulled out the trap. I turned to walk out and took a long gander at her tits.

"Stop looking at me like that, you horny bastard."

"Actually, I'm not horny at all. I've had more sex in the last few days than I can remember. I'm just taking in the view.You have a great body. Now go shower so you smell like roses for the boys, and for Sharon."

"You're such a wise ass...you're dick is giving you away."

I handed her a towel as I looked down at the bulge in my underwear. I smiled at her and went back to my bedroom.

I smoked the pipe which still held some hydro and immediately felt a good buzz. I listened as the shower ran and imagined her washing her pussy. Soon she was done and she walked out of the shower in her t-shirt and shorts.

"Thanks, Davy."

"My pleasure. Enjoy yourself and remember, the door is unlocked."

Susie left and I dimmed all the lights. I stumbled into the john to brush my teeth and found her red panties under the towel. I put the towel on the bar and put her panties to my nose. Oh, it smelled ripe It was damp and fairly reeked of twat juice. I took it into the bedroom with me and laid down. I turned off the light and placed the panties over my face. I lay there inhaling until I was dizzy. I closed my eyes and kept inhaling until I fell asleep.

Sometime around five a.m., I was awakened by the sound of someone entering the trailer. I listened as the boys peed and joked with other with a considerable amount of bravado. Soon, they left and a few minutes later, I heard one of the girls come in and relieve herself. She then took a quick shower and left a few minutes later. I got up to take a leak and when I walked out of the bathroom, I walked into Susie.

"So, Susie, did you have fun?"

"Not really, Davy."

"Why not? What happened?"

"Well, boys will be boys and they both came in about ten seconds flat. Danny took care of Sharon but they left me high and dry. They didn't even seem to care. Ricky fell right to sleep and Daniel couldn't get it up again."

"Oh I'm sorry."

"I really didn't get into Ricky's foreskin either. It felt weird in my mouth and I didn't like the taste, either."

"Didn't he at least go down on you?"

"To be honest, neither of them are very good at that."

"Hmmm, too bad. I'm sorry. Next time you should have an experienced and mature man."

"You mean, like you, right?"

I smiled or maybe it was a leer.

"I thought so. Well, you'll have to excuse me."

She walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I got back into bed and noticed her red panties on my pillow.

The bathroom door opened, "Hey Davy, you see my red panties?" She walked into my room and I was holding them in my hand.

"You didn't cum in them, did you?"

"No, I just inhaled them and they smelled wonderful. You have a sweet scent. I'll bet your pussy tastes just as sweet. Thank you for leaving them for me."

"I did, you know. I felt naughty," she had a very sexy look in her eyes. "May I have them back. please."

"Sure, but first, have a toke." I took the pipe and lit it. She took a deep drag and held it in. I held up the panties and took another whiff. "May I?"

"May you what?"

"May I put them back on for you?" My hand was fondling her butt

"Sure. I mean, why not? I'm so horny, I'd love to get off. Do me, Davy. But please, be quick about it."

She looked at me as I slowly slipped off her shorts and let them drop to the floor. I heard no complaint. I lifted her onto the bed, spread her legs and looked at her sweet little cunt, crowned by short, silky black hair. I leaned in and took a long slurp, burrowing my tongue into her. I was right, her pussy was very sweet. I flattened my tongue and slid it up to her love button. She exhaled and lay back.

I buried my face in her muff and concentrated on giving her the best orgasm she ever had. I rolled her clit in slow circles and slipped a finger into her. I snaked it along the upper part of her canal until I felt a rough area, her g-spot. I rubbed it with the tip of my finger and I increased the speed and pressure on her clit. I licked and sucked on her inner lips. She started to wiggle and writhe. My tongue increased speed as I ran circles around her clit. I flicked at it and nipped it between my teeth.  

"Yes, Yessss...there, yesssss." She slowly rocked back and forth. My other hand reached up under her shirt and squeezed a tit. Her nipple popped into my palm.

I could tell that she was getting close as she rocked up and down against my face. My nose smelled that same scent I sniffed earlier and it was heavenly. I rubbed her g-spot and pushed up on it. I place another finger at her pucker and ran the fingertip around it. She began to buck and push her cunt into me. "Oh yessss...oh yesss." My finger was awash in her lubricating twat and she came hard with a deep sigh. I licked a her clit gently until she pushed me away. I slowly slid her panties on and I let her lay there until she recovered.

"Now, that's how you eat pussy," I said, "you should teach Danny."

"That was wonderful, Davy. I really needed that."

"Good. Now go back and go to sleep."

She kissed me and licked her juice from around my lips. As she got off the bed, she took a feel of my cock and squeezed it. I watched as she took her flashlight and walked out of the trailer. Her ass moved with a little lilt and again found myself smiling (and/or leering, I'm not too sure).

My moustache held her dew and I slowly breathed it in. I lay down on my bed and began to jerk off. With the scent of her pussy and the vision of just having eaten it, I came quickly, shooting into some tissues. I closed my eyes and satisfied, drifted back to sleep.

In the morning, I awoke having overslept. It was nearly 10 a.m. and I had to be on my way. I dragged my sorry ass out of bed, put up coffee and took a quick shower. I dressed and took Santo for a walk. It was sunny and warm and the day looked promising. I noticed that all was quiet in the tent as we made our way to the meadow. Off in the distance, a deer herd fed on the grass. It was peaceful and quiet and idyllic. My mind was singing "Oh, What A Beautiful Morning" from "Oklahoma." I mean, where else would I sing this?




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 03



On our way back, I whistled the song. I saw some movement in the tent and heard moaning. I thought that there was nothing better than a morning fuck. Good for them. I packed up the trailer and closed the slide-outs. Then I sat down for my coffee. I knew I needed to flush and refill my tanks so I checked the rental company's web site. I found a dealer in Wichita Falls so I planned my journey in that direction figuring I'd head there and then head toward Amarillo, then up through Comanche territory into Colorado. I emailed my Colorado friends to tell them where I was and that I was on my way. I also emailed Shelley and Linda telling them that I would certainly try to see them on my way back, that is if I ever made it back. I was about to leave when there was a knock on the door.

"Good morning, Davy, we were hoping we could use your john one more time," It was Sharon, all smiles with her nipples poking up her t-shirt. She was also looking flushed.

"Sure. The pressure might be low because I have to refill my tanks so you may need to give it a few flushes."

I called the dealer in Wichita Falls and was told that I could come in anytime and that I would be tended to quickly. Sharon came out of the john and gave me a little peck on the cheek.

"Did you have fun last night?" I asked.

"Oh, it was okay I suppose. Susie had a big smile on her face this morning and she told me privately that it was all because of you."

"I do what I can to please, you know."

"I'm kind of sorry that I didn't join you. I like those guys but they don't really know what to do with their equipment."

"You have to teach them. How else are they to know?"

"I suppose."

Just then, Susie walked in. She gave me a big kiss and moved off to the john. When she came out, I was tying up loose ends.

"It's goodbye, ladies. It's been fun. Tell Ricky and Dan I said goodbye."

"They're too hung over now...I wish you could stay longer, Davy. I really enjoyed your company...and you have a magic mouth..." Susie said.

"I am sooo jealous," Sharon sighed.

"Here's a gift," said Susie. She handed me her red panties and they were very, very damp. I lifted them to my nose before placing them in a ziploc bag.

Sharon's eyes twinkled, "You just turned me on. You can have mine, too." She dropped her shorts and peeled of a little pink g-string. I marveled at her manicured landing strip as she slid herself back into her shorts.

I lifted it to my nose and breathed her in, "Musky," I commented and slipped them into another ziploc as I didn't want to mix their aromas.

"Thank you for the gifts, my dears, I promise to jerk off to both of you. But now the road beckons and I must go."

I took both girls in my arms and gave them big hugs and kisses. My hands traveled down their backs to their butts and I pulled them into me. They both responded by pushing their lovely breasts into me.

"I'd love to travel with you," said Susie, "I never did get to return the favor."

My dick immediately got hard as the thought rumbled through my head. Both girls could feel it as they let their hands travel down to caress my package. Sharon took a good squeeze.

"No, no, no. I must be on my way. Don't get me going."

"Well, we tried, give us that," said Sharon. "Can I have your email address. I want to keep in touch with you just in case you're ever back this way..."

"Yes, me too. I want to hear about your travels."

I gave them my card and just about pushed them out of the trailer. "Gotta go, gotta go." They waved goodbye and I sensed a touch of sadness and maybe some resignation. I waved back.

I drove out of the campgrounds and headed west to pick up the road to Wichita Falls. I jacked up the tunes and started singing. The road was boring, flat and dusty but I made good time. As I approached Wichita Falls just past Jolly, I began to hear a funny sound coming from the engine. Fortunately, the dealership was just a few miles ahead on 287 and I pulled in just in time as the sound got worse.

They let me pull right in to one of the bays and Santo and I took a walk. When we returned, I was told that it would take a couple of hours to repair as the air conditioner belt had snapped. I was relieved that the repair was relatively minor. Santo and I walked over to a nearby Wendy's for burgers. Fortunately, when we returned, I was told that the belt was replaced and that they were just cleaning and refilling the tanks. They also lubed me up, replaced the filters and done an entire systems check. I paid my bill and soon we were off toward Amarillo.

We pulled into an RV campground after dark. Amarillo had some insane RV parks with rides and lots of wild-west themed bullshit but the place I found was more for tractor-trailers and overnight stays. Also, it had wi-fi and was dog-friendly. I paid my fee and was directed to a nice spot under some shade trees. The administrator had invited us to join the other visitors at a campfire and after setting up the trailer, Santo and I walked over. It was a very hokey scene and not for us. There were too many noisy kids and too many families buzzing around. I was weary anyway and we headed back. Within minutes, I was fast asleep and dreaming of the road ahead.

End of either Chapter 3 or Part 3 or whatever..Chapter/Part 4 is coming soon chronicling my Colorado adventures featuring hot springs, rock bands, and lots of great sex. Davy's On The Road Again, Part 3

Wherein our hero, Davy, continues his vagabond RV adventure on the road through America and ventures into scenes and scenery one only dreams about.

This chapter is more expository than then first two. There's is some sex but it occurs toward the end. Hey, I'm just relating what happened on my trip!

A correction: In Part 2, I should not have written "In Ohio, well south of Cincinnati." I should have said, "In Kentucky,..." I stand corrected. Sorry Cincinnatians, Ohioans and Kentuckyites.

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"Into The Great Wide OpenUnder them skies of blueOut in the great wide openA rebel without a clue"

Yup, that was me, alright. Here I was, on the road, and singing at the top of my lungs. I think you could say that I felt free.

While always a middling Tom Petty fan, I love his live stuff. It's great driving music. As I headed west from Jefferson City, the music added an extra couple of miles to the gallon. I'd stopped a couple of times to let Santo do his business but now, after a steady rocking two hours, I was getting hungry. I saw a sign along the road touting "the best bbq this side of Kansas City" - 10 miles ahead" and I knew I had to have some.

In no time, I pulled in to scarfe down some ribs and yes, they were mighty fine. The brisket was also super and I shared that with Santo, who was mighty happy about that. Now when it comes to barbeque, I prefer Memphis. I'd say that the Rendezvous is about the best there is but there was no denying the fact that this chow was mighty tasty.

Just up the road from the barbeque joint was an Indian casino and on this day, in fact throughout this trip, I was feeling lucky so I pulled in to see just how lucky I was. Walking up to the first old-fashioned slot machine I saw, I fed it a twenty dollar bill and pulled the arm. Nothing. I maxxed out the three lines and pulled again. Again nothing. I did the same thing again but this time, three "super bars" came up and bells and lights began to flash. The machine credited me with $3600.00. I quickly closed the machine out, walked to the cashier, took my cash and walked out the door. In my head, a voice said, "Feelin' lucky, punk?" and I smiled wide.

Santo and I drove away giddy and slaphappy. I was shaking at the wheel. I saw a sign for a state park campgrounds located near the town of Goodlands and headed that way. Sure, I could have added more miles to my day but I felt weary (probably from the past few days) and I was tired of the flatlands and the prairie. It would be good to pull over and sleep.

I gassed up in Goodlands and pulled into the campgrounds. After walking Santo again, I set up the RV and plugged in my laptop to check my email and surf the web for a while. I had a bunch of emails from friends. I'd told some of them of my travel plans and now had a fistful of invitations to visit. Colorado was on my itinerary, I figured I'd visit Fort Collins and Aspen where some family and some old friends lived. Then I figured I might travel down to Grand Canyon which I'd never seen.

Another email was from Shelley and Linda. It was a sweet note telling me how much they enjoyed riding with me, how much fun they had, and how I had to see them on my return trip. Hmmm, not a bad idea, at all.

I pulled out my stash and lit a bowl savoring the smoke that stunk up my traveling metal shoe box of a trailer. I felt my first rush within a couple of minutes. And, since I was on a lucky roll with a fat wad of benjamins in my pocket, I decided to check my finances and investments.

I think a little background is in order here. I'd always made a good buck and lived pretty well but all that changed after my divorce. My wife of 28 years literally took my for my last dime. During the Discovery part of the divorce, I learned that she'd been having an affair with my estate lawyer. They'd forged my name on a Power of Attorney and all my assets had disappeared. Then, for reasons I never could comprehend, the judge issued a summary judgement granting the divorce and leaving me nearly impoverished. She walked away with several million dollars and I was left with barely my pride. There was little I could do about it because I didn't even have enough money to pay my lawyer to appeal, which in divorce proceedings is usually a lose/lose anyway. The next seven years were dreadful for me and I barely made enough to survive. My business fell apart after 9/11 and I floundered. From living by the ocean to living in a small rented house in a seedy part of town, I became very depressed. So when I won the lottery, I felt a sense of redemption. I took some of the money and bought stock in Apple and Ford. I also invested in precious metals. I was never going to allow myself to crash and burn again.

Much to my joy, Apple and Ford were zooming. I sent an email to my broker authorizing him to buy some stock in Google and Facebook. Then I looked at my metals investment and it was literally exploding. The gold market had earned me a five figure profit. I moved a good bit of it into my bank account. I took a long hit from my pipe...I earned it. Today was indeed a lucky day. I lay down on my bed and began to dream of the house by the water that I would buy when I returned and then I fell asleep for a few hours.

I woke up hungry. Santo was hungry, too. I fixed us some dinner and smoked some more pot. I began to read the brochure that Tammy gave me and was very surprised to see that there were so many nudist resorts, especially along the road I was on. While I had never really considered myself a nudist, I began to realize how often I enjoy being naked out of doors whether it be on a beach or in the backyard. I've always loved to skinny dip and there were several places in Colorado, Arizona and New Mexico I knew I'd have to dip into. The thought of dipping into a hot springs took on a widescreen image in my brain. There were also two adult sex resorts, one near Aspen and one near Palm Springs that looked inviting. Both were expensive but I suddenly had plenty of money and lots of time so, what the hell, right?

Santo needed a walk so I grabbed the leash and we took off. I was very dark out with no moon but lots of stars. I made sure I had a flashlight, a poop bag and allowed Santo to lead the way after I locked the camper. The campgrounds appeared to be empty as we strolled. At one point, the trail opened onto a meadow and the silence within the bowl of stars was humbling. I think that Santo felt the same as he sat down and gazed, too.

I heard some voices drifting in the air from behind us and while it broke the mood, my curiosity took over as I had seen no other campers around. Santo heard them, too, and the two of us began to head back but toward the voices. As we approached the area where our trailer was parked, I saw some people struggling to set up a tent. We must have frightened them as we approached.

"Don't come any closer! I have a gun."

We froze. "It's ok, don't be frightened. I'm from the trailer off to your right."

"We didn't see anyone in that camper. It was all locked up."

"Yes. I've been walking my dog. Do you need any help? Can we approach?"

"Ok, you can come...come into the light."

I waved my flashlight as we approached their campsite. There were two women in a Ford 150 huddled together as the watched me. Two burly young guys (I estimated them in their mid-twenties) were standing around a crumpled up tent. It was obvious from the state of things that they were having problems putting it up and they seemed frustrated.

"No weapons," I said as I showed my hands. One of the boys held a rifle.

"Put the rifle away," I said, "I'm no threat. I'm here to help you if you need any."

The boy put the gun into the rack on the back window of the truck and the girls came out to see me.

"Now what seems to be the problem? The tent?"

"Were having trouble setting it up. We've never done this before," said the blond-haired, muscular guy.

"And we have to go the bathroom. Is there another bathroom around here? That one stinks!" one of the girls whined.

"Yeah, it really stinks. It's disgusting!" the other whined in.

The guys witheringly looked at me. I could see that nobody was happy here.

"Ok. Here's what we are going to do. All of you come with me to my trailer. Ladies, you can use my bathroom. Gentleman, we're going to look up directions for this tent. Take the cover with the model number and follow me. And you...you grab some beer."

The trailer was about 20 yards away and as they trudged behind me, they griped and complained.

"I knew I shouldn't have taken this tent from my brother. It sucks." "Why did we agree to this?" and blah blah blah.

I stopped and turned to them. "Ok, enough of the bitching and moaning. Turn your heads around and start thinking of having a good time. Once you all crawl into your sleeping bags, you'll all get happy so just relax and chill out."

I unlocked the trailer and pointed out the bathroom. I pointed to the table and we sat down around my computer. I was hooked into cable so the connection was superfast. The tent was a Cabela Quad Pole and the web site showed how easy it was to erect. We read the directions while the girls popped open some beers and joined us at the table.

"This RV is totally awesome. This is how we should be camping, boys. Oh, by the way, I'm Sharon."

"I'm Susie. I'm with Daniel here," she said tugging the blond.

"And I'm with Ricky."

"And I'm Davy and thanks for the beer," I said taking a deep slurp on the can. I reached over into my stash drawer and pulled out one of my bags of pot and my pipe, "Anyone care to join me?"

"Here, do this one." Ricky pulled out a fat doobie from his back pocket. He lit it and passed it to me. I toked it and commented on what good herb it was.

"Hydroponic Vancouver," he said in a sort of bragging way.

The pot hit me quickly and within a few minutes, we were all laughing and getting goofy. I suggested that the guys hit the john and then we should set up the tent before we were too crippled.

As we walked back to their campsite, we were nearly tripping. Putting the tent up was a scream but somehow we got it done. The guys placed the sleeping bags and their gear in the tent while the girls fixed a snack. Lighting the Coleman lamp and heading into the tent was a triumphal parade. Santo and I were invited in for another joint and as we sat around shooting the breeze and getting stupid, Santo was sniffing around.

"So what made you all want to camp out tonight?"

Susie scowled, "They think we're going to have an orgy tonight. Fat fucking chance at that. They can orgy with each other."

"I'd pay to see that," laughed Sharon.

"Yeah, me too." I added as I pulled out some cash from my pocket.

"Put your money away," Daniel said grinning, "I'd blow myself before I'd do that."

"I'd pay to see that," laughed Sharon.

"Yeah, me too." I added as we all collapsed in laughter. Santo was still sniffing around the tent until he discovered Susie's crotch and then began to sniff that. She tried to shoo him away but apparently he liked her scent.

"Looks like Santo wants to play, too," said Ricky, "he has good taste as well as a great sense of smell!"

"...and a long tongue." I added.

Sharon mock slapped me, "Oh, you guys are disgusting!" as more laughter ensued.

Susie cuddled up to Daniel and I felt my presence was no longer required. "Santo, want to go for a walk? There's a beautiful meadow just down the trail and I want to check out the stars. Have a good night and remember to wrap those rascals." I said, pointing to their dicks.

"How 'bout we join you and then we'll turn in. You guys wanna check it out some nature?" asked Ricky.

"Ok, but one more toke." Susie lit the joint and passed it around.

I took Santo's leash and, with my flashlight, led the way as five bumbling stoners headed toward the meadow. We got to it in a few minutes and I turned off the flashlight. Just then, a shower of meteors crossed the sky and everyone oohed and aahed. It was a magnificent site. Moments later, another shower crossed the sky and was just as magnificent. All of us stood in silent wonder but Santo had completed his business and was pulling me so I lit the flashlight to head back.

"Wait. I gotta pee." said Ricky.

"Yeah, me too. Wanna cross swords? Davy, you in on this?" asked Dan.

I handed Susie the flashlight and the three of us proceeded to relieve ourselves. Suddenly, Susie lit us up and the girls started to laugh at the sight of three dicks pissing into the grass. Santo lifted his leg and joined the party.

"Wow! Three big cocks and Ricky, you're uncut! Look at that!" Susie leaned closer for a better look, "omigod, I've never that. Look at that!"

I zipped myself up and took the flashlight, "Enough fun, you crazy kids. Go back to your tent and fuck yourselves silly. Santo and I are heading back."

Sharon looked at Susie and giggled, "Maybe we will swap tonight, Suze. You can taste his foreskin and I'll sit on Dan's monster!"

The boys were beaming as bright as my flashlight as we walked back. There was a lot of bantering going on, too. When we got to their tent, I wished them luck and started back.

"Can I use your john again, Davy? I gotta go?", Susie said as she ran alongside.

"Sure, empty yourself out. You're going to need to be empty tonight."

"Can I take a fast shower, too?"

"Sure, why not. I leave the door unlocked if you guys need to go during the night. Just don't wake me up or trip over Santo."

We entered the trailer and I headed toward my bedroom. I started to get undressed and turned on the TV. Flipping through the cable channels, I came across some softcore porn and watched it for a few minutes. It bored me so I turned it off and got my pipe and my crossword puzzle. As I passed the shower, I heard Susie call out to me.

"Davy, how do you do this?"

She opened the door clad in just her red bra and red panties. I marveled at her young flesh and asked her to step out while I flipped the waterline and pulled out the trap. I turned to walk out and took a long gander at her tits.

"Stop looking at me like that, you horny bastard."

"Actually, I'm not horny at all. I've had more sex in the last few days than I can remember. I'm just taking in the view.You have a great body. Now go shower so you smell like roses for the boys, and for Sharon."




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 03



"You're such a wise ass...you're dick is giving you away."

I handed her a towel as I looked down at the bulge in my underwear. I smiled at her and went back to my bedroom.

I smoked the pipe which still held some hydro and immediately felt a good buzz. I listened as the shower ran and imagined her washing her pussy. Soon she was done and she walked out of the shower in her t-shirt and shorts.

"Thanks, Davy."

"My pleasure. Enjoy yourself and remember, the door is unlocked."

Susie left and I dimmed all the lights. I stumbled into the john to brush my teeth and found her red panties under the towel. I put the towel on the bar and put her panties to my nose. Oh, it smelled ripe It was damp and fairly reeked of twat juice. I took it into the bedroom with me and laid down. I turned off the light and placed the panties over my face. I lay there inhaling until I was dizzy. I closed my eyes and kept inhaling until I fell asleep.

Sometime around five a.m., I was awakened by the sound of someone entering the trailer. I listened as the boys peed and joked with other with a considerable amount of bravado. Soon, they left and a few minutes later, I heard one of the girls come in and relieve herself. She then took a quick shower and left a few minutes later. I got up to take a leak and when I walked out of the bathroom, I walked into Susie.

"So, Susie, did you have fun?"

"Not really, Davy."

"Why not? What happened?"

"Well, boys will be boys and they both came in about ten seconds flat. Danny took care of Sharon but they left me high and dry. They didn't even seem to care. Ricky fell right to sleep and Daniel couldn't get it up again."

"Oh I'm sorry."

"I really didn't get into Ricky's foreskin either. It felt weird in my mouth and I didn't like the taste, either."

"Didn't he at least go down on you?"

"To be honest, neither of them are very good at that."

"Hmmm, too bad. I'm sorry. Next time you should have an experienced and mature man."

"You mean, like you, right?"

I smiled or maybe it was a leer.

"I thought so. Well, you'll have to excuse me."

She walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I got back into bed and noticed her red panties on my pillow.

The bathroom door opened, "Hey Davy, you see my red panties?" She walked into my room and I was holding them in my hand.

"You didn't cum in them, did you?"

"No, I just inhaled them and they smelled wonderful. You have a sweet scent. I'll bet your pussy tastes just as sweet. Thank you for leaving them for me."

"I did, you know. I felt naughty," she had a very sexy look in her eyes. "May I have them back. please."

"Sure, but first, have a toke." I took the pipe and lit it. She took a deep drag and held it in. I held up the panties and took another whiff. "May I?"

"May you what?"

"May I put them back on for you?" My hand was fondling her butt

"Sure. I mean, why not? I'm so horny, I'd love to get off. Do me, Davy. But please, be quick about it."

She looked at me as I slowly slipped off her shorts and let them drop to the floor. I heard no complaint. I lifted her onto the bed, spread her legs and looked at her sweet little cunt, crowned by short, silky black hair. I leaned in and took a long slurp, burrowing my tongue into her. I was right, her pussy was very sweet. I flattened my tongue and slid it up to her love button. She exhaled and lay back.

I buried my face in her muff and concentrated on giving her the best orgasm she ever had. I rolled her clit in slow circles and slipped a finger into her. I snaked it along the upper part of her canal until I felt a rough area, her g-spot. I rubbed it with the tip of my finger and I increased the speed and pressure on her clit. I licked and sucked on her inner lips. She started to wiggle and writhe. My tongue increased speed as I ran circles around her clit. I flicked at it and nipped it between my teeth.  

"Yes, Yessss...there, yesssss." She slowly rocked back and forth. My other hand reached up under her shirt and squeezed a tit. Her nipple popped into my palm.

I could tell that she was getting close as she rocked up and down against my face. My nose smelled that same scent I sniffed earlier and it was heavenly. I rubbed her g-spot and pushed up on it. I place another finger at her pucker and ran the fingertip around it. She began to buck and push her cunt into me. "Oh yessss...oh yesss." My finger was awash in her lubricating twat and she came hard with a deep sigh. I licked a her clit gently until she pushed me away. I slowly slid her panties on and I let her lay there until she recovered.

"Now, that's how you eat pussy," I said, "you should teach Danny."

"That was wonderful, Davy. I really needed that."

"Good. Now go back and go to sleep."

She kissed me and licked her juice from around my lips. As she got off the bed, she took a feel of my cock and squeezed it. I watched as she took her flashlight and walked out of the trailer. Her ass moved with a little lilt and again found myself smiling (and/or leering, I'm not too sure).

My moustache held her dew and I slowly breathed it in. I lay down on my bed and began to jerk off. With the scent of her pussy and the vision of just having eaten it, I came quickly, shooting into some tissues. I closed my eyes and satisfied, drifted back to sleep.

In the morning, I awoke having overslept. It was nearly 10 a.m. and I had to be on my way. I dragged my sorry ass out of bed, put up coffee and took a quick shower. I dressed and took Santo for a walk. It was sunny and warm and the day looked promising. I noticed that all was quiet in the tent as we made our way to the meadow. Off in the distance, a deer herd fed on the grass. It was peaceful and quiet and idyllic. My mind was singing "Oh, What A Beautiful Morning" from "Oklahoma." I mean, where else would I sing this?

On our way back, I whistled the song. I saw some movement in the tent and heard moaning. I thought that there was nothing better than a morning fuck. Good for them. I packed up the trailer and closed the slide-outs. Then I sat down for my coffee. I knew I needed to flush and refill my tanks so I checked the rental company's web site. I found a dealer in Wichita Falls so I planned my journey in that direction figuring I'd head there and then head toward Amarillo, then up through Comanche territory into Colorado. I emailed my Colorado friends to tell them where I was and that I was on my way. I also emailed Shelley and Linda telling them that I would certainly try to see them on my way back, that is if I ever made it back. I was about to leave when there was a knock on the door.

"Good morning, Davy, we were hoping we could use your john one more time," It was Sharon, all smiles with her nipples poking up her t-shirt. She was also looking flushed.

"Sure. The pressure might be low because I have to refill my tanks so you may need to give it a few flushes."

I called the dealer in Wichita Falls and was told that I could come in anytime and that I would be tended to quickly. Sharon came out of the john and gave me a little peck on the cheek.

"Did you have fun last night?" I asked.

"Oh, it was okay I suppose. Susie had a big smile on her face this morning and she told me privately that it was all because of you."

"I do what I can to please, you know."

"I'm kind of sorry that I didn't join you. I like those guys but they don't really know what to do with their equipment."

"You have to teach them. How else are they to know?"

"I suppose."

Just then, Susie walked in. She gave me a big kiss and moved off to the john. When she came out, I was tying up loose ends.

"It's goodbye, ladies. It's been fun. Tell Ricky and Dan I said goodbye."

"They're too hung over now...I wish you could stay longer, Davy. I really enjoyed your company...and you have a magic mouth..." Susie said.

"I am sooo jealous," Sharon sighed.

"Here's a gift," said Susie. She handed me her red panties and they were very, very damp. I lifted them to my nose before placing them in a ziploc bag.

Sharon's eyes twinkled, "You just turned me on. You can have mine, too." She dropped her shorts and peeled of a little pink g-string. I marveled at her manicured landing strip as she slid herself back into her shorts.

I lifted it to my nose and breathed her in, "Musky," I commented and slipped them into another ziploc as I didn't want to mix their aromas.

"Thank you for the gifts, my dears, I promise to jerk off to both of you. But now the road beckons and I must go."

I took both girls in my arms and gave them big hugs and kisses. My hands traveled down their backs to their butts and I pulled them into me. They both responded by pushing their lovely breasts into me.

"I'd love to travel with you," said Susie, "I never did get to return the favor."

My dick immediately got hard as the thought rumbled through my head. Both girls could feel it as they let their hands travel down to caress my package. Sharon took a good squeeze.

"No, no, no. I must be on my way. Don't get me going."

"Well, we tried, give us that," said Sharon. "Can I have your email address. I want to keep in touch with you just in case you're ever back this way..."

"Yes, me too. I want to hear about your travels."

I gave them my card and just about pushed them out of the trailer. "Gotta go, gotta go." They waved goodbye and I sensed a touch of sadness and maybe some resignation. I waved back.

I drove out of the campgrounds and headed west to pick up the road to Wichita Falls. I jacked up the tunes and started singing. The road was boring, flat and dusty but I made good time. As I approached Wichita Falls just past Jolly, I began to hear a funny sound coming from the engine. Fortunately, the dealership was just a few miles ahead on 287 and I pulled in just in time as the sound got worse.

They let me pull right in to one of the bays and Santo and I took a walk. When we returned, I was told that it would take a couple of hours to repair as the air conditioner belt had snapped. I was relieved that the repair was relatively minor. Santo and I walked over to a nearby Wendy's for burgers. Fortunately, when we returned, I was told that the belt was replaced and that they were just cleaning and refilling the tanks. They also lubed me up, replaced the filters and done an entire systems check. I paid my bill and soon we were off toward Amarillo.

We pulled into an RV campground after dark. Amarillo had some insane RV parks with rides and lots of wild-west themed bullshit but the place I found was more for tractor-trailers and overnight stays. Also, it had wi-fi and was dog-friendly. I paid my fee and was directed to a nice spot under some shade trees. The administrator had invited us to join the other visitors at a campfire and after setting up the trailer, Santo and I walked over. It was a very hokey scene and not for us. There were too many noisy kids and too many families buzzing around. I was weary anyway and we headed back. Within minutes, I was fast asleep and dreaming of the road ahead.

End of either Chapter 3 or Part 3 or whatever..Chapter/Part 4 is coming soon chronicling my Colorado adventures featuring hot springs, rock bands, and lots of great sex.



Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 04



Wherein our hero, Davy, continues his vagabond RV adventure through Midwestern campgrounds but feels a pull westward.
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"I'll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds..."

I awoke to the sound of guitars. I'd slept for nearly two hours and it was 10 p.m. From the side of the bed, Santo looked at me with those big eyes and I knew he had to go out. I rousted myself, washed my face and walked out into the crisp night. It was cooler than I expected so I went back in for a long-sleeved t-shirt. Back outside, I listened to the guitars a couple of sites away. Santo leaned up against the tree and emptied himself and we walked toward the music.

There was a cowboy air all around me as I came upon a group sitting under a large screened tent. Must have been a dozen people listening to a couple of guys strumming country songs. I joined the group and listened to their sweet harmonies. As they ended "Tumbling Tumbleweeds", one pointed to a guitar off to the side and invited anyone who wanted to join them to sit in. I walked over and picked up the small but very sweet Martin D-18 and sat down. Santo curled up under my feet as I checked the tuning while they started "I Ride an Old Paint." I began to pick some riffs and fills. I fell in right away and it sounded fine and felt kinda nice, too. The singer grinned as the sound filled out and sweetened. As any good listening musician, he heard it happening, too.

The audience filled out a bit, too, as a few more sauntered into the tent. I was trying to sound like a dobro and I liked the sound we created. It was one lonesome cowboy tune after another and I imagined myself around a campfire during a cattle drive in the late 1800s. I looked around the crowd for the first time and was delighted in its diversity. There were a couple of families with small boys snuggled into the parents, a few older white haired folks, a few hippie types in their twenties, a pair of young women also in their twenties - one black, one white, an hispanic family with a beautiful raven-haired dark-eyed little girl, and a few couples holding hands. One couple caught my eye as I played. He was a tall black man graying around the temples and she was also tall, with red-brown skin and incredible cheekbones. I figured her to be a Native American. Their dog, a small collie, lay at their feet. I smiled as I played and I drifted back into the music.

The lead singer asked me if I wanted to play one so I thought of songs to fit the mood. I laid out the chords and the loping rhythm for them and rolled into Randy Newman's "Blue Shadows (On The Trail)", an obscure number from the film, "Three Amigos."

"Blue Shadows on the trail,                                                          
Little cowboy, close your eyes and dream,
All of the dogies are in the corral,
All of your work is done,                                                                       
Just close your eyes and, 
dream little pal, dream of, someone..."

I sang out strong and liked the timbre in my voice. It felt good to sing and play in front of an appreciative audience again. The other two walked right into it and we created a magical moment. I was very pleased especially with an extended solo break. It sounded wonderful and it brought a nice applause. It was now eleven and the leader thanked everyone for hanging out but it was time to pack it in. "Blue Shadows" seemed the perfect way to end the impromptu performance.

The families collected their kids and began to disperse toward their tents and trailers. I thanked the other players and told them just how much I enjoyed it. We had one of those "musician moments" where we all smiled at each other and we silently knew we had performed well together - we had meshed. Quite a few people surrounded us to thank us and offer compliments. The leader said he thought I looked familiar and I introduced myself. He nodded with recognition and we shook hands. Santo and the little collie were making their sniffing ballet-de-deux as I thanked the audience and shook lots of hands. I tugged at Santo's leash and began to leave the tent as I chatted with the tall couple, the young female couple and a dad and his little son.

We walked our dogs along the perimeter of the campgrounds and I was invited to their trailer for a beer. The dad and his son had drifted off by now and it was just the five of us sitting under their tented awning. We talked about our journeys thus far. I learned that the tall couple was on their way to the Pawnee Reservation up north to see her family. The young women were heading up to Bozeman, Montana where they lived and ran a business. After a few beers, they bid their goodbyes and drifted into the darkness. I figured that this my cue to leave, too, but the couple began to ask me more questions and the conversation became more personal. Their names were Jack and Sunny and they were very gracious. They asked me if I wanted something a little harder to drink and asked me to step inside. I asked if they wanted to share a joint. Jack passed but Sunny liked the idea. I offered to go get one and then to return.

I walked Santo back to our trailer and he immediately curled up in his bed. I pulled out my stash and headed back to their large motorhome. Clearly, it was the largest vehicle around and the slide-outs made it even more immense. This sucker was about 40' long. I rapped on the door and stepped in. It was really something to behold. Jack took me on a tour showing off the large galley and dining area, the adjoining living room, the bathroom suite and the huge master bedroom. The interior was lit by soft LEDs and I commented on how this was a helluva way to travel. The driver's cockpit looked almost like a jet pilot's seat with a myriad of gauges, dials and screens. Jack began to pour and I asked if he had any cognac. He lifted a bottle of Hennessy from the bar and poured me a couple of fingers. We sat around the table as I began to roll up a couple of spliffs.

Sunny's voice was soft and sweet. She told about how they'd been on the road for three months and still had another six weeks before they returned to Tillmook, Oregon. Jack was swigging away on his single malt and he was putting it away. At 6'3", he was a former basketball player with The Warriors and was now enjoying his life as a college coach. His deep mellifluous voice was very expressive and as the liquor fueled him, he sounded even deeper and more resonant. I asked him if he was a singer and he said no, laughing me off and saying that he couldn't carry a tune at all. Sunny was a history professor and they'd met at the college. It was her first marriage and his third.

Sunny sipped her white wine and between the booze and the smoke, we were getting looser. Jack began to toke up, too. They asked me more intimate questions. Jack asked how a single man could travel alone - didn't I get horny. Sunny tried to shush him but his gregarious nature seemed naturally bold.

"Sure," I said, "but it seems to me that road warriors all seem to be horny toads so there's lots of sex everywhere I go. I haven't been horny for too long!"

Jack lit up and asked for some details. Politely, and watching my words, I told them about my Jefferson City debauchery. Sunny was all ears. I also told them that I planned to stop at another nudist/sex resort along the way. They wanted details and so I told them how to look it up on the web. Sunny turned to her laptop and pulled up the URL. Within moments, they were locked onto the screen. I directed them to the resort in Palm Springs as one of my destinations.

"Oh, Jack, this is us. Let's do it after Grand Canyon."

"Hey, that's my plan, too!"

"Yeah, this looks cool, Sunshine."

"I like that it's got a fancy spa."

"You gonna meet us there, Davy? Looks like pussy heaven."

"Yeah, Jack, if it times out right maybe I will. I'm going up to Colorado next and then hopefully to Grand Canyon and then Palm Springs."

"Well, maybe it will because we're going to Santa Fe after visiting Sunny's folks. Hey, it'll be fun." Jack was getting very loose now having refilled his tumbler and relit the joint.

Sunny took a deep hit, "Oh, I think I love this place. It's a sex resort, hon. They're gonna love you and your monster there."

"Yeah, baby. I can see you getting all the cock you want, too."

"Com'n Jack, you know that you're all the cock I need, big guy. Actually, I was thinking of something else," she said with a sly grin. He grinned back at her and silent words were passed.

"Oh, you two have got to cut this out. I'm getting an erection now - forget about what I'll be like when I see you naked in Palm Springs, Sunny."

They laughed and told me to calm down. My cock was straining against my jeans. I noticed that Jack was hard, too, especially when he pulled at his pants. "He must be carrying some package," went through my head.

"We've partied with groups, too, Davy. We like to have our fun, don't we, hon."

"We sure do, baby. We surely do."

Sunny got up to go to the bathroom as Jack flipped through the web site mumbling to himself. He was pretty stoned. I sat back and did some deep toking. I looked around the bus and I realized that parts of it were custom fitted for tall people. Also, the accoutrements were all top notch and expensive. I noticed multiple speakers placed in corners and realized that the big screen TV rose up from the back of the bar. Nice touch.

Sunny came back wearing a red silk robe. It occurred to me that she must have been a fashion model at some point in her life. She was tall and thin with very long legs, small breasts and wide shoulders. I imagined her walking a runway with her beautiful face, high cheekbones and imperious manner. I also imagined her flat ass and shaved pussy. She caught me looking at her.

"What?"

"What do you mean 'What'?"

"I mean, what were you thinking? Come on, fess up, Davy."

"I was thinking that you must have been a fashion model."

"Yes, I was. I modeled for five years. I saw the world, made some good money, made a few friends and it was a lot of fun. Want to see some pictures?" It seemed like a pretty vain thing to say but I was curious.

Before I could say yes, she popped a CD into the player and the giant screen rose up just as I had figured. I took a seat on the couch as she sat next to me with the remote. I passed her the joint as a slideshow began. It was a collection of their pictures with some of Jack dribbling down court and some of Sunny's modeling shots. One of her images came up with her wearing a thong bikini on a sandy beach.

"Wait, stop there." I examined her awesome body and the shaved area on the sides of the thong.

"That was part of the SI shoot about 20 years ago. Here's another."

This picture had her hands spayed over her bare breasts. The yellow bottom featured a perfect camel's toe.

"For obvious reasons, this one didn't make the magazine."

Jack, who was still scanning the web site, looked up. "Yeah, that's one of my favorites." Then he added, "I just googled you, Davy. Davy Harper, singer/songwriter. Five albums and a Greatest Hits."

"That was long ago, Jack. I'm out of the business for some years now."

Sunny pulled the robe away from her leg and I gawked at it, following it up to her thigh. Even the collie seemed mesmerized by the view as he, too, looked up. The next picture was of the two of them, both nude. Jack was standing behind her and his cock was shielded by her body. Her legs were crossed hiding her pussy but her tits were bared and her nipples were large, round and pointing up.

"Listen, Sunny, I can't look at these. Thanks for your hospitality but I think I'll be going now."

I stood up and my cock was doing an impression of a camp tent. Jack looked up and laughed, "You're killing the poor guy, baby. Look at his pants, for Christ's sake!"

Sunny just smiled and said, "I'm flattered." Again, I thought that she was a bit too conceited. To Jack, she said, "Hey Jack, want to help this poor guy out...I'm horny and I'm high...come on, Jack, let's all fuck."

"Whatever you say, baby, whatever you say."

I was shocked as her remark seemed to come out of nowhere and then I realized that she had been coming on to me since she walked out in the robe. She took my hand and led me to their bedroom as Jack followed behind. Jokingly, he squeezed my ass, "You up for this, old man?"

I took a sip of my cognac, "We'll see, Jack."

In the bedroom, Jack pressed a button and the shades drew down. Sunny slipped off her robe and stood before us wearing only a small white lace thong. I could see that she was hairless. She twirled around in front of me and shook her ass in my face, "Not bad for an old retired model, huh?" Oh, Lord. I had to agree.

Jack slipped out of his clothes and stood in his boxers, "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked me.

I began to peel of my clothes as Sunny crawled along the bed and fished Jack's cock out of his boxers. It must have been a good 10". It was long and thin, tapering to a small purple helmet. Sunny sucked it into her mouth.

"That's right, baby. suck that thing. Yes, suck it good," he looked over to me, "best cocksucker in the world, songman."

I was now down to my stretch boxers and I moved behind Sunny. She was on all fours and her beautiful butt was up in the air in front of my eyes. I leaned in and began to kiss it. I gave one cheek a good hickey as the appreciatively moaned on Jack's cock. I rubbed my hands along her ass and palmed her pussy as I nibbled on her ass. I pulled her thong to the side. Her pussy was hot - not only warm but fucking hot, if you know what I mean. I thought I might cum right then and there.

She pivoted around and facing me, fished my cock out of my shorts. While a few inches smaller that Jack's, I more than made up the difference in girth. She lipped the tip and looked up at me, "Nice dick, Davy. This will fit nicely in my ass." How I didn't shoot right then and there, I will never know.

I then did something I truly hate to do - I moved away from the moment. I moved outside myself and took in the scene, in other words, I became a spectator. I saw this tall, strong man on his knees pumping his tall and beautiful wife. I saw her lips wrapped around my dick as I stood on the side of the bed. I saw the grandly modern bedroom with its glitzy fixtures and floor-to-ceiling mirrors. I saw the scene reflected. I saw Jack smiling back at me. It was the pot blending in with my disbelief. My dick started to wilt so I pulled myself away from her.

She rolled onto her back and I looked down on this magnificent creature. I had a strong desire to taste her so I got onto the bed and at moved to her side. Jack continued to slide in and out with his long dick. I leaned in and pulled her vaginal lips apart with one hand while the other moved over her clit. I rubbed her clit up and back while maintaining my distance from his cock.

"Ooh, I like that. I like that, Davy. Lick me."

Like I knew she wouldn't like it? Her whole demeanor cried out "Do ME!" I leaned in closer and began to lick her nubbin gently. My tongue twirled around it. It flicked at it. It danced on it. I sucked it in between my lips and held it there. I breathed her in and she smelled earthy and sweaty.

"Don't stop, Davy. Jack. Cumming. Cumming. Cumming!"

She pushed her snatch up to me and applied a deeper pressure on her hard clit. She locked her legs around Jack and he held her up by her butt cheeks. He slid in hard and shook her but I stayed firm. I was on a mission and my mission was to make her cum and then to get the hell out of there. For some odd reason, I really wasn't into them. I wasn't really there but I was and I was more than a little uncomfortable but I didn't want to let her know.

She pressed herself into Jack and flexed her thighs. I felt her tremble and then release...flex, tremble and release. Her hand played with my sac and squeezed it and then, in a very powerful surge, I felt her cum. Her clit pounded my face. Jack pulled out of her and began to shoot his cum on my face as I buried it into her dripping hole. Her fluid dripped over my nose, over my eyes, along my forehead and into my hair. It was warm and peaty while Jack's hot cum hit my neck. My hands clenched her butt and I felt her muscles soften and melt. I gently eased her down and continued to lick her clit until she pushed my head away.

"Oh, that was good, boys. That was very good."

"Sorry, old man, sorry I shot all over you but I couldn't help it. She squeezed it out of me."

"It's cool, man, I didn't mind. You guys are so hot, I didn't mind at all."

"Let me make you cum, Davy. I owe you a good one."

"No, Sunny, it's okay. I'm not going to cum now. Maybe I'm too tired or maybe it's because I jerked off before. I'll just wash up." (I lied about that but I didn't want her to feel strange and anyway, I was satisfied enough by bringing her to orgasm.)

I went off to the bathroom to wash up and wipe off the cum from my body. When I returned they were both under the covers. I began to dress and Jack started to get up.

"No, stay there," I said. "I'll let myself out. I want to go back and collapse myself."

"But I want you to join us in bed, Davy. Let me make you cum," she said this through half-closed eyes as if she was almost asleep. I just knew she didn't mean it.

"Tell you what, Sunny, when we meet in Palm Springs, I let you do me and do me and do me. Okay? Is it a deal?"

"Okay, it's a deal and a deal is a deal."

I kissed her. I shook Jack's hand. I collected my stash and gulped down the last of the cognac.

"See you two up the road," and I hurriedly left.

After taking Santo for a quick walk, I closed up the trailer. My mind was rattled and exhausted. There were too many bees buzzing around inside. I smoked a roach I had laying around and passed out for the night but I recall lots of wacky dreams. Dreams of my past, of my ex, of all sorts of disquieting things. I rolled around a lot that night but eventually I did fall into a deep slumber.

I woke early and hit the road right away. After gassing up, I passed through Amarillo and headed north to Boise City. There was no one on the flat and straight road. Passing some grassland and windmill farms, only the music kept me alert. An occasional sagebrush ball blew down the road as I entered Comanche territory. I envisioned old Cowboy and Indian movies but mostly I was Ethan Edwards searching for my little Debbie as "days passed into weeks, the seasons turned..." I stopped at a trading post simply because it was called "Trading Post" and that seemed propitious although there was nothing to buy except Chinese-made trinkets. But this was not Monument Valley, the stone outcroppings were too small and nondescript. I kept to 287 until I reached the town of Kit Carson and stopped for lunch, gas and a break. The sky was a riot of blue and extreme clouds exploding and towering above. The rest stop was all dust and low bush and except for a light breeze, the place could be best described as dreary. Even Santo wasn't wild about his walk but thankfully he did his business. As we headed back toward the trailer, a beat up old Ford station wagon pulled in and I recognized the female couple from last night's hootenanny. We made our pleasantries and I invited them in to join me at lunch.

They were a very nice pair of woman. Neither was beautiful nor even striking but they made for good pleasant company. They brought over some fresh chicken salad they'd picked up on the road and I made sandwiches and cold drinks. Elaine, the black girl, was crazy over Santo and he enjoyed her attention as well as her scratching his belly. Dorothy and I talked about Bozeman and the book store they owned. Soon enough, we said our goodbyes because we wanted to make our destinations as early as possible. I rolled myself a couple of fat joints and turned back onto 287.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 04



About an hour later, the chicken salad hit me hard and pulled off the road. I wondered where exactly on the road they had picked it up? Was it roadkill? Truly in the middle of nowhere, I relieved myself and prepared to move on. I needed something to kick my ass and get rid of my malaise, as well as the lousy taste in my mouth. The Rolling Stones and some Oreos fit the bill. I had to get my "ya-yas" out. "Paint it Black, you Devil!" made me smile and I was rolling down the highway again.

I called my niece in Boulder to see if I could see her that night but she wasn't home. I left a message and then tried my musician buddies in Ft. Collins. They had said that they would be on the road touring some Cali clubs and one big arena date through much of the month but expected to be back soon. I left another message. I called my old friends in Aspen and finally someone on the other end picked up. Sally told me to forget my other stops and head straight for their place, halfway between Woody Creek and Snowmass. As I'd already passed the turnoff to Pueblo, I turned onto 94 near Aroya and headed toward Colorado Springs figuring I'd make my way north through the mountains.

As I turned west, the distant mountains loomed before me like a hazy dream. As I approached Colorado Springs, the environment became more scenic. Soon, it bordered on magnificent. Colorado Springs was simply beautiful and the sort of place I'd love to explore but after another walk and a break, I decided to move along. I had a goal. And anyway, Sally had called me back telling me that the hot tub was hot and waiting for me. I loved Sally, a woman overflowing with enthusiasm. I picked up Rt. 24 and began my trip northwest. I had to stop and gawk at many of the scenic views. The air was invigorating in the higher altitude and the only way I can describe the terrain was inspirational. The forests and fields, the lakes, creeks and streams, the hills, the whole package worked for me. I finally got to Buena Vista and called Sally to tell her where I was. It was late afternoon and Stevie was home. They were both excited and told me to hurry up. "Call us when you reach Aspen and we'll guide you in...now move your ass. We're gonna pah-tee! And be hungry!" After another walk, a gas-up, a dumping station and a tank refill, Santo and I headed north.

I picked up 82 near Balltown and headed into the White River Forest. Passing herds of cattle and bison, it was difficult to take in all the beauty of the place because the road was a son of a bitch to drive. You really had to concentrate on it with all the switchbacks, zigs and zags. The Who kept me pumping up the steep hills and down into the fertile vales.

"When I say I love you you say you better,
You better you better you bet,
When I say I need you you say you better,
You better you better you bet,
You better bet your life,
Or love will cut you like a knife..."

After such a boring start of the day, this was thrilling. I only wish I was driving a sports car. Crossing the Continental Divide at Independence Pass was a perfect place to stop. The air at that altitude was invigorating and it pumped me up. Santo responded to it, too, acting all frisky. The snowy peaks made the scene breathtaking. Following 82 through places with odd and desperate names, through gullies and passes seemed to make the trip faster, although I knew at my slow speed, it was not. But finally, I entered Aspen and let out a roar.

Stevie steered me through funky Aspen and toward their place. As I passed Woody Creek, I pulled over and, in tribute to Hunter Thompson, I took some deep drags on one of the joints. I felt honored to be there and I only wished he was still alive. "I miss you, Dr. Thompson!" Ten minutes later, I turned onto Aspen Valley Ranch Road and made my way onto Sally and Stephen's ranch which appeared to be vast. They ran out of the house to greet me.

I hadn't seen them in more than twenty years and it was suddenly like yesterday to be in their presence. Santo ran around the land off leash and as happy as a dog can be. We hugged and kissed each other as they led me around the back of the main house. They both looked wonderful. The years had been good to them. Their home was big and beautiful with a spectacular view. They took me up onto the back deck. A table was set and the hot tub was bubbling. There was a dish on the floor with some big meaty bones that Santo immediately began to work on. Stevie went inside to heft a pitcher of margaritas (his special blend) and some joints. Sally told me not to say a word.

She began to unbutton my shirt and strip me down. "Don't say a thing, just do as I tell you. Now take off your drawers and get in that tub." I did as I was told and stark naked, I slipped into the old fashioned redwood tub. The hot water turned my bones into jello. Stevie poured the drinks and set them on the side of the tub. Then they, too, stripped down and joined me.

"Who's better than us?" he said as we clinked glasses.

"You two are just as amazing as you ever were. I feel like we're all back in college."

"I can't tell you how good it is to see you. You look great, Davy. You look much better than the stories we heard," Sally said, "I'm so glad you're free again. I never liked that witch you married anyway."

"Now, don't hold your tongue or anything, Sally, or I wouldn't know it was you."

"Not my Sally," laughed Stevie, "she's still the same."

"And shall always remain. Here's to our best friend," she held her glass up and we toasted again.

Between the tub, the crisp air and my friend's hospitality, I felt light-headed. "And by the way, Sally, your tits are as beautiful as ever!"

"Well thank you darling, they've been well attended by your old roommate, I'll have you know."

We talked about everything: my life, my trip, their restaurants, about Hunter Thompson (Stevie promised to take me over to the Woody Creek Tavern), about the setting sun and the vista before us.

"Have you been getting laid, darlin'? I have some friends coming by in a while. They've heard so much about you they want to meet you. One of my girlfriends even has all your old albums, she's a big fan. And knowing of your lothario reputation (I'm not sorry, but it preceded you), I'm sure she'll do you as soon as she gets here!"

"I promise to do the best job with the tools I've got, Sally, my love." I told them a brief version of my adventures on the road, leaving very little out. When I got to my previous night with Jack and Sunny, Stevie flipped out.

"I remember him. He had a couple of great years with Golden State. I even remember the pictures of him and his wife - what a babe. I'm not surprised your dick died on you, they must have been an intimidating pair!"

"Well, personally, I can't believe it. Your dick was always hard, Davy. You boys remember the acid orgy we had? Your dicks never got soft."

"Boy, do I ever remember."

"Yeah, that was my first DP. I was such a sweet little virgin!"

Stevie and I laughed, "No, you were never a sweet little virgin. You were the instigator!"

"Yeah, well you two were easily instigated!" We did a lot of reminiscing and laughing. It was great to be with them again. I was glad I hurried to get there and now my body and my soul were soothed.

"I have my guitar in the RV so maybe we'll jam later. What do you say, Stevie?"

"I'm there, dude. I even tuned my dusty old autoharp. You hungry?"

"No, not really. I had some lousy chicken salad that did a number on me. I'm still drying out. Maybe later. Why, you?"

"No, we ate about a couple of hours ago when you called us from Balltown."

"I'm too comfortable to move right now anyway."

Santo left the bones and began licking the back of my head and my shoulders. He was one happy fella, too. The phone rang. Sally got up to get it and as she stepped out of the tub, Stevie and I cupped her ass cheeks. She mock slapped us and ran into the house. She was on the phone when she came back out and she was carrying some big towels and cotton robes.

"Ok, sweetie, we'll see you in a little while, then. Bye." She hung up the phone. "That was my girlfriend, Amy. She's on her way over. I just know you're going to love her, Davy. She said that Tom and Evie are on their way, too. They should be here in a minute."

Moments later, we heard a car pull up and Tom and Evie walked onto the deck.

"Well what's goin' on here? You havin' a hippie orgy or somethin'?" Tom was a strapping cowboy with a deep drawl. Evie was a plump brunette with twinkling green eyes.

"I got my favorite two dicks right here...right where I want 'em," Sally dramatically reached into the water and grasped our cocks.

"Nice way to treat your guest, you slut," said Evie smiling.

"Who you callin' 'slut', you hussy!"

"Well now, I think I'll pour some of this fairy drink you got here," said Tom, "Hey pooch, come to big Tom...that's a good dog." He scratched Santo behind the ears.

"You know, I have to go to the john and I also want to get some stuff out of the trailer. So if you'll excuse me, I'll be right back."

I stood up with my ass to the group, threw on the robe and headed for the RV with Santo at my heels. I did my business taking another dump, grabbed the guitar case from under the bed compartment and grabbed my stash. As we were leaving the trailer, Amy pulled up in a dark blue Jaguar. She stepped out and gave me a long look. I was immediately taken by this beautiful black-haired beauty, her full lips and healthy breasts stopped me cold.

"Be still my beating heart! I'd know you anywhere even in a robe. You're just as handsome as you were on the cover of your first album, Davy Harper!"

"You must be Amy. I'm pleased to meet you...and this is Santo. That's a very nice compliment but also a big lie. Come on back, they're all in the hot tub."

"No kidding, where else would they be? I see you have your guitar. I think I'm in love."

"Likewise." I felt my dick stir at the sight of this beautiful, well-built goddess. Her long black mane cascaded over her shoulders and her full red lips looked ripe. "Oh my God, here I go again" went through my mind.

She linked her arm in mine and we walked up onto the deck like old friends.

"Oh, look, Amy scored already! I think they're in love. Look Stevie, he's sportin' wood!"

I must have turned red because they all laughed at me. I poured Amy a drink and sat down to roll a couple of joints. I noticed that I had picked up the bag with the mushrooms in it.

"Don't bother, Davy, I've already got some rolled right here. Come on back into the tub."

"Wait a second, I have a song for my fan...and I have a surprise for all of you, too."

I took out my guitar and checked the tuning. Then I began to play a song by John Sebastian called "Amy's Tune." It's an instrumental and I began to whistle the melody as I picked it out. Amy stood and watched me play and I felt her eyes fixed upon me. When I finished, they all applauded.

"That's an old Lovin' Spoonful tune called "Amy's Tune" and it must have been written for you. I hoped you liked it."

"Thank you, Davy. I loved it. I think I love you and I want you to know, you can do anything to me, I won't put up a fight!"

"Like when did you ever?" Sally chimed in to their laughter.

"I'm all yours, Amy. I'm not fighting fate." I watched as Amy quickly tossed off her clothes and spread her arms wide to me. Her breasts were a perfect 36C or D and her landing strip was freshly trimmed. This woman was a dream come true. "Oh my God," I said, "here I go again."

She stepped into the tub as I put my axe back into the case. I dropped my robe and joined them. Holding out my clenched fist, I opened it to them and said, "And these are for us!"

"Shrooms! Yea!...Davy, you are the best!...My man!" There weren't a whole lot of them but we all took some and moments later, we were passing joints around the tub. Amy was snuggled up alongside of me and her breasts felt great resting on my arm. The sky was dark by now and a big bowl of stars, Santo was chewing on a bone and all was well with the world.

"Will you stay for a few days? Please say yes." asked Amy.

"Shit, I may never leave. I can't ever remember a welcome like this."

She smiled. "I'm sorry if I'm acting like a silly fan but I feel very comfortable with you. Considering all I've heard about you over the years, I feel like I know you."

Stevie added, "When I first met Amy, she was humming one of your songs. I told her that we were best friends for a long time and that I played on that song. She didn't believe me. She thought I was coming on to her."

"Both could be true," needled Sally.

"I got home and pulled out your Lps and damn, there was his name! I was very impressed. After that, I squeezed as many stories out of them as I could. I followed you through all the divorce stories and all that."

"There were stories about my divorce? I didn't know that. I'm surprised."

"I think her lawyer was feeding the press...but they were sympathetic for you. Rolling Stone ran a very sympathetic piece," said Stevie.

"News to me."

The conversation was fun and uninhibited. Within a few minutes, everything seemed funny again, too, as another wave came on. That's the good thing about mushrooms. They come on in waves of laughter until your eyes hurt and then it passes for a while until another wave hits. Things that aren't particularly amusing became hysterically funny.

"So Davy was telling us earlier about a sex resort he stopped at in Missouri with a lesbo couple he picked up on the road."

Laughter.

"It's true. I more sex that night than I'd had in years."

Laughter.

"Did you save some for me?" Amy was now wrapped around me. I leaned over and kissed her nipple which was floating just above the bubbling water.

"What do you think?"

Laughter.

It went on like this for a couple of hours. We eventually got out of the tub and sat at the table to pick on some sliced duck and rasperries with a fruity Pinot Noir. Sitting around in our robes, I listened to their very informal conversation between peals of laughter. It got a bit chilly so we moved indoors. Amy sat on the couch cuddled up next to me. During one of our mushroom ebbs, Stevie got out his autoharp and we began to play together just like old times. Amy jumped up and said, "Damn, I almost forgot! I'll be right back!"

She ran out to her car and returned with several of my old records. I hadn't seen them in years and it really took me back. "Will you autograph these for me, Davy?"

I felt embarrassed and amazed. "Holy shit. It's been years since I signed anything that didn't cost me money."

Sally got a Sharpie pen and I proceeded to sign each one. I felt like a million bucks. I handed her the albums and she squealed like a teen-aged fan.

"Davy, you are the best. You deserve this." She held her breasts in her hands and pressed my face between them. I pretended to try to protest but it was all for laughs...which again were plentiful. Amy put the albums down on the coffee table and then sat down on my lap. We proceeded to suck face and swap spit. My dick was as hard as it gets - like fresh cut timber - and she rubbed her hand over it.

"Hey you two, cut that out. We can't see what you're doin'!"

More laughter.

Tom stood up and opened his robe, his dick was standing at attention. "This ain't fair! Com'n Evie, let's go home and fuck.!"

Evie stood up and opened her robe, I hadn't noticed her big black bush under a small spare tire before but now, there it was. "Come on, Cowboy! Take me home and gimme one of yer famous cowpokes!"

Gales of laughter.

Tom walked over to the bar and took a shot of Wild Turkey. He grabbed their clothes. They bowed to us and walked out the door. We could hear Evie laughing as Tom yelled, "You'll get the robes back tomorrow!" It was very funny - at least to our drug-addled group.

Sally said, "Hey, you two, you have a choice. Join us in bed for an old-fashioned fuckfest or go to the guest room and fuck your brains out or stay here and let us watch!"

"I know you like to watch, Sal, but I want him all to myself tonight. This dick is all mine all night. Tonight, I'm out of my mind. I'm out of control! I'm star-fucking!"

"Just lead me on, Amy. I could eat you up."

"Be still my heart," she sighed.

We sat around giggling for another fifteen minutes or so until Amy got up and took my hand. Santo was sprawled out on the floor snoring. I knew I was one lucky bastard.

Stephen looked at me and echoed my thoughts, "You are one lucky bastard. You owe me, Davy."

"Fuck you," said Sally, "he owes me!"

We walked into the guest room, arm in arm and giggling like teens. Amy turned to me and dropped her robe. Her statuesque body made me feel like a kid in a candy store.

"You see these breasts? They're yours, Davy. What do you want to do to them?"

"I want to make them happy, Amy." I took her globes in my hands and I caressed them. I placed my lips in her cleavage and I worshiped them. As I nuzzled them, I ran my hands down her bodacious body and cupped her tush. My lips tasted her large round areolas and I sucked her large nipples, first the left and then the right. She pushed my robe off and pulled me into her chest. She ran her hands through my hair. I looked up and kissed her and it was a wonderful kiss. I slowly pulled her to the bed and we lay together kissing and feeling each others heat.

"I want to kiss all of you...just like your song." She began to sing very quietly and intimately in my ear.

"Is there a place where we're alone,
Let's turn off the phone and just kiss,
Is there a part of you I missed,
Show me and let's just kiss..."

I hadn't thought of that song in many years. I wrote it for my ex-wife and I meant it then. Suddenly, hearing it sung to me by a voluptuous woman I'd only know for a few hours, it meant something new and wonderful to me. It was humbling.

Our kisses were soft and tender. They were very soulful. Our mating had become something more than just fucking, it was emotional and I was not afraid of truly becoming intimate with someone again. I had finally crossed that threshold. I kissed her neck and her earlobes. Our bodies slid along each other as we gave each other little kisses, then little nibbles and then deep tongue. I felt her chest heave and those large, lovely breasts crushed against the hair on my chest. I squeezed her tush and felt her hairless vagina seek out my penis. It found its way between her thighs and I felt her grip me. She spread herself and I fell right into her warm and wet nether lips. I pushed myself deep inside her and she pulled me deeper. We rocked back and forth as our kisses became more turbulent and demanding. She hugged me as our legs entwined, Our movements were subtle but our kisses were not. I rolled atop of her and ground my pubes around her clit. We pushed and pulled against each other in a slow dance. She began to tremble and then broke into a sweat. Her breasts were damp and her body was moist all over. Her scent pervaded my every pore and I was lost, within and without. There was something very different about this woman and I liked it a lot.

She whispered that I was making her hot, that she was so turned on, she said she could not control herself and that we felt so natural together. I wanted to come inside her and my strokes became longer, deeper while remaining slow and sensual. I wanted to cum but I wanted this to last forever. I felt her vagina begin to flood around my cock, her muscles squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. Our tongues played against each other and I couldn't think of anything but her, I was so "in the moment" that I was taken by surprise when her breathing increased and her fucking became deeper still. She moved her cheek to mine and panted in my ear. She pushed against me and I could not penetrate her any further. I felt her vaginal walls contracting and almost vibrating against my rock hard penis.




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"Oh...uh-uh-uh-uh...ssssss...uh-uh-uh...oh...ah-ah-aah...aaaaaaah." Her orgasm was so fulfilling and real that I lost it and began to shoot my cream into her as she squeezed and held my cock within her. We were cumming together. We held each other so tightly that we melded. Our asses shook as we let go. We were now both bathed in sweat and staring in each others eyes. We lay quietly in this position for some long and quiet minutes. Finally, we began to kiss again as soulfully as we knew how.

"Amy, I think that was the best orgasm I have ever had."

"Davy, I think you're right. That was way beyond good - it was super."

We both started to say, "I've never felt..." and then stopped and giggled. I wrapped the covers over us as we lay together.

"Do you realize how long we did that?" she asked. "We've been fucking...no, we've been making love for nearly an hour."

"And I loved every moment. I feel like it was my first time. You feel so right...and I'm just warming up. I want to kiss all of you. I don't want to miss any part of you"

"Mmmmm...and I do, too. I like that we're so clammy. I love your smell. I don't want to move."

We were curled up, glued to each other. Whispering little things to each other, I felt love wash over me. If two can fall in love so instantly, I believe we had.

"I know nothing about you and yet I know everything about you. I don't know that I've ever felt this way before, but I think I love you, Davy Harper. Honestly, I think I do. We just did something amazing."

"It frightens me to use that word, Amy, but I know what you mean. I am far more comfortable with you than anyone I have ever known. I want to be as intimate with you as two people can possibly be. If I can fall in love again, I want to fall in love with you."

I smiled at her and looked into her eyes. She closed them and I kissed her lids and then we both fell asleep, a very satisfying sleep.

I awoke a few hours later and realized that neither of us had moved an inch. I disentangled to go take a leak and she mumbled, "noooooo." I whispered that I'd be right back. As I stood over the bowl and peed, I could smell her all over me and I loved her scent. When I returned, she was still all curled up. I got under the covers and began to softly stroke her. She rolled over and we spooned. I ran my hands over her and felt the overwhelming desire to eat her. I changed position and moved my head to her butt. I began to softly kiss it.

I placed my hands along her cheeks and spread them slightly apart as my tongue slid down her check. When I reached her pucker, I began to rim it and felt her sphincter respond. I jabbed my tongue in and out a few times and continued my travels downward. I licked and circled her taint and took long licks from her rear hole to her pussy. I drank in her pussy and buried my face in it. She spread her legs apart giving me more access. My mouth was licking around it as my nose ribbed her clit. I repositioned myself for even further access and I felt her lips engulf my cock. Her vagina had a sweet nectar, her scent was also mild, sweet and very fragrant.

She kissed the head of my cock but I gently pushed her away saying, "No, this is for you. I want to worship you and your beautiful body. I want to drink in your soul. This is for you." She moaned appreciatively and lay back on the pillow.

I continued to slurp away at her trying to burrow as deeply as I could. I rubbed her vulva with my hand and inserted one finger into her as I sucked on her clit. I licked my way back down into her vagina and used my palm to rub her clit. I repeated this motion several times until she held my head so I could kiss and suckle her and breathe her into me. She began to shake and arch her pelvis. Suddenly she was rocking up and down faster and faster until I received the strong, gushing flow of her orgasm. She lay quietly and caught her breath.

"Your cock is mine now. I want to drink your cum." She began to blow me like I'd never been blown. Her adept oral skills were obvious as she twisted my stem with her hand, up and back to my nuts, up and back. Her sucking on my head was combined with sliding her tongue around it and licking the vein on the underside. Her tongue jabbed at my piss hole while one finger rubbed between my testicles and caressed the area below. Her fingernail scratched at my sphincter and I started to pulse. She slowly sucked me deeper into her mouth until she was down to my pubes. She slid up and down several times and when she inserted her finger into my ass It was then that I erupted. She backed off and sucked out my jizz from the head, I shot again this time more forcefully, and then again. As I lay their squeezing out my cum, I now pushed her head away as my penis became sensitive. She pulled her head away and crawled around to my face where she planted her lips upon mine. She hadn't swallowed all of it and some dripped down her chin. She kissed me hard and we snowballed my cum back and forth between our mouths. I licked my cum off her chin and fed it to her. She licked my moustache and my beard tasting her own juice. We kissed each other as our bodies entwined for a long time.

"I love the way you kiss me...You're the best kisser I've ever known...I can't remember the last good kisser...you didn't mind your cum either, I liked that...it tastes so sweet to me."

"I'm lost in you," I said. Your orgasm was also so sweet to me washing my face...I can smell you on my moustache...this is the best sex I've had in years, too."

"Maybe I taste sweet because I have no children."

"...and I had a vasectomy so my grapes are seedless."

We giggled at this and curled into each other. After a few minutes, we fell asleep again.

We were awakened by Sally and Stevie. It was light out when they came barging into the room. Sally had her little point-and-shoot and was taking pictures of us lying naked and grinning.

"So, was it good?", she asked.

Stevie walked over to me and lifted my dick up. It was limp. He dropped it and it flopped over. He did this a couple of times and each time had the same result. "Look, Sally, he couldn't possibly get it up again."

Amy and I chimed in together, "Wanna bet?" and laughed.

"Yeah, sure...waddya wanna bet?", Sally gibed, "lunch? dinner? Come on, big mouth."

Stevie sat down on the bed and lit a joint. Amy stuffed two pillows under my head just high enough so I could watch as well as toke on the joint.

"This boy is a great fucker and his cock is mine. I love this cock and I can make it dance. If he'll let me, I'll bet my pussy on it."

"You're on, girlfriend."

I protested, crying out that her pussy was all mine. She smiled back at me and nodded in agreement.

Amy looked over at Sally and said, "I may have a big mouth but it's a damn good mouth. Just enjoy, Davy, because I will."

Amy sat between my legs and began to gently stroke my dick, dancing her fingers around the head. After about a minute, I started to get hard. Sally sat to the side and watched. Occasionally, Amy put it between her lips and gently sucked on it. Sally was touching her wispy blond pubes and occasionally snapping pictures. When I was hard enough, Amy got on top of me in a reverse cowgirl and began to squeeze my cock in her sugar walls. I passed the joint back to Stevie as Amy leaned back on me and I held her breasts and firmly but gently fondled them. With one hand, Stevie played with my nuts and I let out an audible groan. Amy was riding me like a mustang, her ass bouncing up and down.

"Oh, that cock feels so good...come on, champ, show 'em how you can shoot."

Sally handed the camera to Stevie and then leaned down to flick her tongue along Amy's crack and down to my nuts. Amy groaned as I began to buck against her, pushing her higher and lower along my dick.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum, Davy. I want her to see you cum. I want pictures to frig myself with."

We  went on like this for several minutes until Amy jumped off me and spread her legs over my face. We were in a tight 69 and she sucked me hard. Stevie and Sally leaned in and began to lick and slurp on my cock, too. I gasped.

"Here it comes," she said, getting up on her arms and pushing her sweet beaver down on my tongue. I began to shoot volleys into the air as Stevie snapped away. I was rewarded with another gushing orgasm on my face. Amy collapsed on me.

I caught my breath and said, "And I could do that again. I am in awe of this woman."

Sally licked of my dick and cleaned it, kissing Amy, too. Then she hopped over her and sat on Stevie's dick, "Let's show 'em how its done, studmuffin." They started to fuck in earnest but it seemed that Stevie was having a difficult time of it. I rolled away from Amy and placed my head between Sally's thighs. I began to lick her clit and Stevie's dick. Amy snapped some pictures and then stood up on the bed straddling Stevie's face. That seemed to do the trick as Stevie began to come into his wife. His cum dripped out of her pussy and onto me. I moved up to Sally's clit and in rapid-fire movements gave it a good tongue lashing.

"Ugh...ugh...yes...uh-uh-uh...I'm coming...don't stop, Davy...don't stop, faster"

She came and she came hard. As she pumped on Stevie's softening cock, it popped out of her and her puss let out a fart. And then she fell over on the bed.

"Nice work, ace," said Amy as she shook my hand. I sat up and she sat inside me with my arms wrapped around her.

"Oh that was good," Sally mumbled, "that's how we start the day around here."

We laughed at her as we all sat quietly, visibly spent. Stevie rubbed my shoulder and I was brought back to our halcyon days in college when the three of us could fuck all night and into the morning. "Just like old times," he said.

"Yeah, but I don't want to see those pictures on YouTube!"

"Nope, Davy. Those are for me to diddle myself with. But now I'm gonna put together some breakfast, that is, if I can move my legs. Stevie, you set up those pictures on the computer."

Amy said, "Come on, my lover man, let's shower."

"Ok - but don't start fuckin' again or breakfast will get cold."

Amy and I showered and washed each other and it was all I could do from fucking her again. While I soaped her back and shoulders, she wrapped her leg around me and peed. I was surprised as I felt her warm pee travel down my leg and it felt good and a very intimate act. While she soaped my back, I began to pee against the shower wall and she held my dick for me.

"Come on, you two. Breakfast is ready."

We toweled off and joined them in the kitchen where pancakes, sausages and coffee were waiting.

"We have a long day today," Said Stevie. "Being it's Sunday, we're gonna stop at the restaurants to pick up the receipts. We'll give you the guided tour and we'll stop at the Woody Creek Tavern, too."

"Cool," I said," I'd like..."

"...to fuck again," Amy cut me off, "and you will. But first you're going to sing to me."

"I'll always sing to you, Amy."

Santo happily scarfed up the leftovers as I went off to get my axe.

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In Part 5, I decide to hang out for a few days until Amy makes me an offer I can't refuse.

Thanks for your nice comments and encouragement to keep the story going. Please vote on how you like it. Any names and persons used in this story are purely coincidental, fictional, nonexistent and utterly intentional. All the lyrics are copyrighted, too. If you want more of the music, listen to "The Ol' Hippie Show" on podarama.com.














Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 05



Wherein our hero, Davy, continues his vagabond RV adventure on the road through America and ventures into scenes and scenery one only dreams about.

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My welcome into Aspen could not have been better. I was so glad to be with my old college roommates, Stephen and Sally. Our familiarity and comfort level was so very good that even not seeing them for years had not altered our intimacy. Their friend, Amy, was a welcome bonus, too. We got along like old chums although we had just met. I rather felt that she fit me like a kid glove and I was very taken by her. I felt the same vibe coming from her and I had a deep sense of wellness.

After breakfast, Amy pulled me outside and in a quiet voice, told me that she had to leave.

"Davy, I must go back home and take care of some things. It will take me several hours. But I don't want you to think that I'm running out on you. I've never said this to anyone before but I desperately want to see you again later. Please tell me that you feel the same way."

"Amy, isn't it obvious? But let me put it this way: I'll be 'okay' for the rest of the day but I won't be 'great' until I see you again. Yes, I feel the same way. In fact, I haven't felt this instantly close to someone in many years. I think that maybe you and I are onto something - something good. Yes, I want to see you later."

Her face could hardly contain her smile, "I know that we just met and have much to learn about each other but my intuition says that we are on the same side, so to speak. So yes, call me when you return."

I went to give her a little kiss but she pulled me close and hugged me to her. I could feel her ardor. She released me and ran into the house to say goodbye and then she was off.

Sally and Stevie were grinning like Cheshire cats when I walked back into the kitchen. "I think Davy and Amy are an item," said Stevie.

"So when are you moving in with her, Davy?" Sally inquired with twinkling eyes.

"Look you two, we just met. I mean, I'm not even here 24 hours, for God's sake! I really, really like her a lot but now it's time to take a deep breath, you know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, I know what Davy's saying but what is Dick saying?" Sally could be so persistent and so basic.

"Well, let's just see what happens. Normally, I might say 'let's take it slow' but we're a bit past that!"

"Come on, Davy, we've got stops to make," Stevie hustled me off to get dressed. A half hour later, after I put Santo into a large outdoor pen with his bones, the three of us were driving scenic backroads toward Aspen. Good God, this place was beautiful. After a while ogling the hills and fields, we pulled into the town and parked in front of a little restaurant with small tables outside on the porch.

"Come in and look around. We're in the middle of lunch now."

Stevie went into the kitchen while Sally showed me around. Most of the tables were filled but the noise level was restrained. I took a look at a menu. The dishes all looked good and the prices were a bit steep. The least expensive sandwich was a Croque Monsieur at $11.00. Waitresses buzzed by with full trays. I walked around the place and noticed a second dining room as well as rear deck looking out toward the mountains. I quickly surmised that this was a good and thriving business. Sally led me into the kitchen and I watched as she tasted several pots on the stove and commented to the chef about one of them. I couldn't hear what she was saying but I could tell that she was instructing him. She walked over to the fryer and taking a foil plate, she filled it with fries. At that point, Stevie walked out of the office and they shared some private words. They said goodbye to each worker and led me out, back to the car.

"Davy, have some sweet potato fries. They're good." I scooped up a bunch and had to agree. Stevie was pretty happy as he scooped some, too. From there, we drove a couple of blocks and pulled into another place, which had more of a beer tavern feel to it. It, too, was bustling inside with several couples waiting to be seated. I noticed that most of the fare were hamburgers and beer. The prices were cheaper, too. Stevie and Sally repeated the same routine as in the first restaurant only a whole lot faster. We left this place and Stevie placed his receipts into a lockbox in the trunk. They led me across the street to a very fancy hotel and we strode into the restaurant. This place was very snazzy with white linen tablecloths. There was a quiet buzz in the dining room and lots of well-dressed people drinking mojitos and cosmos. While Stevie went to the office, Sally led me to a table toward the rear and we sat down.

"All of our restaurants do well but this place is a cash cow. The prices are absurd and we also supply the room service. I like to come in here a few times a week and cook. Stevie likes to bounce around all our restaurants but I like this one the best because I can use my culinary experience to cook French or Italian."

I marveled at the stunning decor when a waitress stopped by and asked Sally if we wanted anything. Sally thought for a moment and told her to bring us a large sampler platter for three because Stevie would be joining us. Within a few minutes, another waitress came over and opened a bottle of Pinot Noir. Pouring out three glasses, she left the bottle. Moments later, our first waitress set down several small platters with Black truffle asparagus salad, Citrus poached lobster, some beef tenderloin as well as some other tasty treats. As soon as the plates were set out, Stevie joined us.

"Oh, good, I love the asparagus salad," he said. He and Sally took small tastes of each dish. Over one dish, a lamb coulis, he waved over the waitress and told her to send out the chef. The chef promptly arrived.

"Yes, Mr. Stephen. Is everything alright, sir?"

"Yes, Raymond, everything is delicious although I think you put a little extra truffle on the asparagus salad for Sally."

The chef smiled, "My secret."

"I have a question. What did you do to the carrot-saffron coulis?"

"I decided to try using caramelized carrots to see if I could sweeten it just a little. Also, there is a pinch of mint. Do you like it?"

"I love it. I noticed it the mint right away. The carrots are a nice touch. What do you think, Sal?"

"Mmm...yes, I like it but I think you could use a tiny bit more mint...make it a little more pronounced, make it more distinctive...also, you've given me an idea with the carrots. When I come in on Wednesday, let's try a tsimmis, it will go well with the chops."

"Excellent, Miss Sally. Is there anything else? I have to check in the dinner vegetable delivery."

"No, thank you, Raymond...oh, and Raymond, you're off on Tuesday, right?"

"Yes sir."

Stevie got up from the table and slowly walked with Raymond toward the kitchen. I saw him place some money in Raymond's palm and the chef was effusive in his thanks. When Stevie returned, he told us that he's covered Raymond's green fees and clubhouse lunch.

"Raymond doesn't know this yet but we'll be taking over the clubhouse kitchen next month. I instructed him to be observant and let me know what their Tuesday numbers are."

We finished our meal and headed for their last restaurant. This one was on the edge of town and it was a cantina.

Sally looked at the full parking lot and said, "This is my least favorite cuisine but it is, by far, the most profitable. With a minimum of ingredients, you can make the maximum amount of different dishes. Absolutely nothing is wasted. I'd offer you something but the last meal was delicious and I don't want to kill the taste."

I agreed. We walked around the outside of the restaurant and all the outdoor tables were filled. This was busier and noisier than the other places. The prices were cheap and the beer flowed. Stevie came out of the cantina and we drove off to the bank.

"Pure profit," he said happily, "I love that beer!"

After the deposit was complete, we headed off back in the direction of their ranch. I commended them on their business savvy.

"Yeah, we're doin' better than we ever did," said Sally, "and the golf clubhouse is going to make us a tidy sum. Stephen, I want to make a different special every day each month...I think we should publish our specials to draw more diners in...what do you think?"

"Well, let's see after the first couple of months. We may have a pretty large built-in clientele already from what I can see. We may not have to advertise at all."

They went on about this until we passed a large piece of property. Stephen pointed out that it belonged to Hunter Thompson.

"You two would have loved each other, Davy, although he was pretty tough toward the end."

We pulled up to the Woody Creek Tavern and parked. Lots of large umbrellas surrounded the place and you could hear lots of noise behind the fence. The place looked very funky. I noticed the very casual attire of the customers.

"My favorite competition! How are you guys? Too busy to hang out these days?"

"George, you old bastard, how are you? Damn you look old! You ready to sell to me or what?"

They all hugged each other and we pulled up chairs. Sally went off to the Ladies' Room with her phone in her hand. George ordered some fish tacos and a pitcher of "Doggy Style Amber." Immediately, I fell in love with this place. I loved the funky decor and all the pictures hanging on the wall. Pictures of Hunter Thompson and Bill Clinton, Thompson with Johnny Depp, Thompson and Jann Wenner and others. It reminded me of the old Blue Parrot back in the good old days of East Hampton before Ralph Lauren bought the village and ruined it. The Woody Creek Tavern was the real thing - a great local hang.

As we chowed down on the tacos and nachos, people came by to shoot the shit with George, Stephen and Sally. Finally George said, "You gonna introduce me to your friend here or just be rude?"

"Davy Harper," I said and put out my hand.

"Davy Harper, the singer?" he asked.

"I was once, "I said.

"Damn, boy, I got the 45 you did with Jimmy Buffett on the jukebox inside. He was here the other day and played it. No shit! Well, I'll be damned! And it took you this long to come by old George's place?"

"Way too long, George. I love this place. I should have come out here years ago but I never got booked out here. I apologize."

"You want to play here one night? It'd be great?"

"We'll see," I said, waffling.

Sally jumped in, "Let's see what his lady has to say about that. Here she comes now. I took the liberty of calling her before."

Amy walked up to the table and gave George a kiss. He looked at me and with wide eyes said, "If you've hooked up with Amy Bieler, you have my undying respect, Mr. Harper. She's the best woman within a thousand miles, bar none." To Amy, he said, "Could you convince your buddy here to come by and serenade us locals one night? Do you for me, baby Do it for George?"

"It's all up to him, Georgie, but I'll put a good word in."

"Okay, okay," I said. "How 'bout tomorrow night? But here's the deal - no cover, absolutely free in exchange for some of your barbeque."

"You got a deal, son." we shook hands on it.

We finished up our lunch and I loved the loose vibe. Everything was very cool and laid back. Something happened that hadn't happened in a long time - I began to write a song in my head. Amy saw that I seemed preoccupied and told Stevie that she was stealing me away for a while and that we would return for dinner.

"You better because Sally and I are whipping up something special tonight."

We hopped into her car and roared off.

"Okay, Yankee, why are you so quiet? Is anything wrong?

"Wrong? Are you kidding? What could possibly be wrong? I love this place. I'm kinda quiet because I'm writing a song in my head."

"Awesome! Tell me..."

"Okay but it's not cooked yet...It's vaguely about this whole area...and my friends...and the tavern...and you. The chorus is based around the line, '...in the key of me...'. Do you have a scrap of paper?"

"In the glove compartment...there's a pen there, too."

I started to scribble down my thoughts and phrases. The song was rushing out. I paid no attention to where Amy was going nor how much time had passed until she pulled up to a clearing and parked. We got out of the car and I realized we were on the top of a mountain looking out at miles of spectacular terrain. The air was crisp and cool but the blue sky made me start to palpitate with excitement and wonder.

"Oh my God. This is paradise."

"Yes, it's my favorite place. Here, come with me." She grabbed a bag from the car and took my hand steering me along a wooded path as we climbed higher still. We came to another clearing. There was a rustic wooden cabin facing a long grass covered slope. She unlocked the cabin and flipped on the furnace and water. There were large floor-to-ceiling windows with that amazing forever view beyond. She pulled a bottle of Veuve-Cliquot from the fridge and uncorked it pouring two glasses.

"This place is yours?"

"Yup, all mine. It's my retreat. But today, it's our secret place."

It was cold inside but I could hear the furnace pumping.

"Come over, boy toy." She seated me on the couch facing the windows and handed me a glass of champagne. She grabbed an ash tray and lit a pipe. Then she grabbed a large fur blanket and threw it over me. She crawled on the couch and we snuggled together, drinking, toking and watching a pair of hawks circling in the sky. We sat quietly absorbing the serenity. My breathing began to calm, I felt myself centering and I began to silently meditate.

We sat for a long time until she whispered, "Come back, Davy. Come back to Amy." I quietly turned to her and smiled. I kissed her softly on her forehead, on the "third eye."

I began to whisper, "If I am circling with the hawks high up in the air, I know I'm there...If I'm in the redwood tub all naked and bare, I know I'm there...If I'm at Woody Creek Tavern eating fish tacos, medium rare, I know I'm there. There must be something in the water, I think you'll agree...Something that makes everyone so happy and free...That something is In The Key of Me."

"Amazing. Davy, that's great. I think it will be the new Aspen anthem. Do you have a melody yet?"

"When I get back, I'll work out some ideas on my guitar. Maybe Stevie will help me. We haven't written together since forever."

"I love it. And I have to tell you a secret. I've always loved your music. And I think I could be falling in love with you, too."

"Shhh...don't talk about love...not yet...too soon"

"Okay, I agree. Don't be mad at me. I feel like a young girl again, that's all."

We began to kiss...kisses like starving beggars at their first meal in months. Under the fur coverlet, the heat began to rise as we grappled each other. Our lovemaking became a frenzy as we tore at each others clothes. The cabin was warm now and we tumbled off the couch onto the carpeting and the pelt in front of the windows. Her fingers dug into my back as we rolled around. This was fiery sex, this was urgent and animal lust. I sucked at her nipples, I sucked at them hard. She sucked on mine and bit them, not gently. I pushed my penis into her and her rolled and humped, grinding and banging against each other. She rolled me onto my back and I slapped her tush. I rolled her onto her back and pumped into her with a powerful force. She returned the thrusts. We grunted and yelped. This was not sex, this was not fucking, this was rutting. As I felt my climax boiling up from my balls, I looked out the window and I was suspended in space. I was fucking in the clouds. I was in free fall. Amy felt it too as she held me close, our bodies dripping in sweat. She pushed her hand down to her clit and began to frantically rub and strum it. I pulled her up onto my lap and we began an orgasmic seesaw. I began to cum and I arched my back and threw back my head. We were flying through space and I felt myself levitating. She cried out and pushed her cunt down on me, her cum flowing over me. We were floating, carried by the wind. And then we were quiet, nestled in each others arms.

"I know how you are feeling, Amy. I'm feeling the same. You, too, are in the key of me and I am loving every minute of it."

"Shhh...don't talk about love, Davy...not yet...too soon."

I smirked and spanked her butt. She returned the spank and we fell over, giggling like little kids.

"Wiseass! Amy, at one point, we floated outside the window and made love in the clouds. Did you feel that?"

"I did, Davy, and I wondered if you also felt that. We were flying. We were like in free fall without the parachutes but it was okay because you were my parachute."

"And you were mine. I felt like I was tripping."

"Do you think that if we ever have bad sex, our affair will be over?"

"I don't think we will ever have bad sex. I don't think it's possible."

"Do you believe in fate?"

"I believe that I have waited my entire life to be here, in you, right now. And I am glad."

We lay silently on the carpet, covered in fur and enjoying the feeling of our sweaty bodies against each other. She rolled toward the window and my moist dick slid between her ass cheeks. We silently stared out at the panorama and we were at peace, flying with the hawks.

We lay together for what seemed an eternity, floating in a cosmic void.

"This place is so spiritual. It is a religious experience."

Yes, it is. It's been that way for hundreds of years. Just beyond the trees, over in that direction, is a place where Indians have always come to meditate and sometimes hold ceremonies. I hid this place away from that place. I didn't wan to distrb their serenity. I gave the cabin a small footprint and blended it into the land so it would be obscured. This is my sacred place. And, I'll tell you a secret. I've never had anyone here with me before. You are the first. Please don't tell anyone about it. Promise."

"I promise that it will never pass my lips. I'm honored to be here and I thank you for your trust."

"Yes, Davy, I do trust you. I felt the vibe immediately. I felt we were kindred souls."

"I have that vibe, too. I feel secure with you. Throughout my life, people have betrayed me but I know that you won't."

"Never, Davy. Never."

I kissed her neck and she hugged me. We lay welded together, spooned tightly. I began to get hard again.

"No, baby. It's getting late and we have to go back." She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "Come on, let's shower."

She pulled me into the bathroom which was also an amazing space. One wall was all window. Lots of wall space filled with mirrors reflected the sky. Amy placed some towels on a special warmer and we stepped into the open shower space. We soaped each other and I examined every inch of her. At one point, she leaned her hands against the wall and I slipped myself between her buttocks and into her tight rear entrance. She pushed back at me as I squeezed her breasts and we fucked like that for a few minutes. Toweling off with the warm towels in front of the window made it seem that we were showering outdoors. Everything about this woman, her demeanor, her lifestyle, even her space was sensuous.

We dressed and straightened up the cabin. She locked it up and we strolled down the trail to her car. The ride down the mountain was exhilarating and when we reached the base and stopped at a crossing, I took her hand.

"That was a very special afternoon for me. I cannot thank you enough. Your secret is secure with me. I swear to that."

"You're very welcome, darling. For a long time, I had the desire to share that space with someone but never found the right one...until you. You are the right one."

"I'm impressed that you even found that location and built on it. How did you do that?"




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 05



"We'll save that for another time. But let me ask you a question? Do you know when you're hitting the road again? I have an ulterior motive for asking that."

"I'm thinking about the day after tomorrow. I also have to extend my RV rental."

"Where are you headed from here?"

"I'm not sure. I wanted to go up to Ft. Collins to see some music buddies, The Subdudes, or maybe Boulder to see my niece but I don't know now. I want to see the Grand Canyon. I've never seen it from the ground level, only seen it when I've flown over it, which is cool, too. Then I want to stop in Palm Springs. I want to stop by the Betty Ford Clinic to see some counselors there and make a donation...we're old friends and also, I put one of my kids in there and it worked. They are wonderful...truly saints. I also want to stay at a fancy nudist/sex resort down there, too. It's a luxury place with a ritzy spa and other stuff."

"Wow, that sounds hot! I'm so jealous!"

"So that's my plan. It's a flexible plan, because there is suddenly a great lure keeping me here." I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"let's talk again of this but right now we have dinner tonight and a concert tomorrow night and I needn't tell you how I am looking forward to that!"

We pulled up to the ranch and Santo came racing up to the car well ahead of Stevie. I think Santo felt that I had abandoned him the way he attacked me with kisses and little whimpers.

"Hey there, buddy! Did you have fun today? Were you my best boy?"

"He was great. I took him for a walk through the fields. He's a great dog....and where were you two?

"I took Davy places he's never been to,' laughed Amy as we shared a private smile.

"I have no doubt about that! Well, come in because Sally and I have been slaving away preparing your favorite meal."

I walked into the house and my senses were attacked by the fantastic aromas coming from the stove, "Aha, you're cooking creole!"

"Right you are, Davy, my boy! Let's see. I got about f0rty minutes to go so why don't you guys get into the tub for a while."

"No, not now, Sal, but after dinner. Right now, I want to talk to Stevie about this show tomorrow...oooh, that smells good!" I knew that creole cooking was one of Sally's specialties having learned under the tutelage of John Fosse, Paul Prudhomme and Susan Spicer. I found myself drooling.

"Stevie, I'm working on a song and I want you to help me finish it. I want to play it tomorrow. Also, I want you to play autoharp. Say yes."

"Not only will I say yes but I asked some friends to stop by tomorrow. Stan plays string bass and his wife plays violin."

"Do you know anyone on harmonica?"

"Yeah, Tom plays a mean harp. I'll call him."

"Cool."

I walked into the kitchen, "Hey Sal, you gotta a lagniappe for the kid?"

"Here, what d'ya think?" She fed me a forkful of dirty rice.

"Ohmigod, I'm transported. That's superb."

"Who loves ya, baby?"

I dropped to my knees and said, "I am not worthy!" ten I pulled down her pants and bit her tush. She slapped my head and yelled at me."

"How'm I gonna cook with you biting my ass? Get outta here. Stevie, get him outta here! Amy, please help me here, would you?"

"Come on, Davy, show me that song."

We sat down in the living room. Stevie got out his autoharp and pulled out my Martin. I laid out the song as I had it and began to strum a pattern. After about fifteen minutes, Stevie and I had fashioned a melody and another couple of verses. We always had a natural way of working together and writing together was a re-bonding experience. We were working on the bridge but not getting it right. Amy came out of the kitchen and listened.

"What about this?, she offered. "Going down the road with no end in sight/Rolling through the hills in the morning light/Ain't nothing feels good like feeling right/When I'm in your loving arms in Aspen tonight."

"I love it."

"Me, too. I works."

Stevie and I played the song through from beginning to end. Amy added a harmony that made the song just perfect. When we ended, we all beamed at each other.

"Not only is this a great song but I have to share writing credits with the two of you!"

We laughed. Sally yelled from the kitchen, "Sing it again!" And so we did. This time it was even better than the first time.

"I think I have a backup singer for tomorrow." Amy turned bright red. "Oh yes, you're part of the group now. I'm very excited about this and I haven't felt this vibe since...since...since Woodstock!"

"I think this calls for a celebration," said Stevie as he lit a joint.

"Y'all sit down. Dinner is ready!"

We took our seats around the rustic dining room table. Santo sat between my legs knowing that I would pass him tidbits. The cabernet had aired out and was delicious. Sally first served us Voodoo Shrimp stuck into a square of cornbread and dripping with raspberry sauce. In front of each plate were two powerful gin-soaked cherry bombs.

"Damn, this is good," said Amy, "I never had this before. Where'd you learn how to make this, Sally?"

"You can blame your friend, Davy, over there. He turned me on the creole cuisine over thirty years ago. He learned from Stanley Dural, Jr. himself. This is real zydeco comfort food. Right, Davy?"

My mouth was full and I grunted in agreement.

The next course was a small salad which cooled down the palate. Next came a large bowl of Dirty Rice, a spicy jambalaya with chopped beef and chopped pork. She brought out a dish piled high with sauteed string beans and chopped garlic. Finally, she placed a large platter of Andouille Sausage swimming in a blue cheese sauce.

"Oh Sally, this is great. This is the real thing. Where do you get the Andouille? This is authentic?"

"I got 'em from New Orleans. Susie flew up here a few months ago and I asked her to bring some with her. She also brought me fresh filé and a jar of her roux. Good, isn't it?"

Indeed it was. The wine flowed, the joint passed and before you knew it the plates and platters were empty. I have to admit that even Santo was smiling. When a belch was heard from under the table, laughter flowed, too.

"And now, if you'll give me a few minutes, I'll get dessert and coffee...real coffee and not that chicory shit. Amy, I need your help again. Boys, clear the table. Santo, honey, lick the plates!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Stevie and I were pretty wasted having smoked another joint and our munchie factor was also pretty high when Sally came out with dessert.

"Coffee, beignets and the piece-de-resistance, a little Bananas Foster!"

I literally gasped as the dessert melted in my mouth.

"The beignets are from the Cafe Du Monde mix and the Bananas Foster is all me," Sally curtsied.

We were all satiated and just lay around rubbing our stomachs watching Santo licking up the plates. I was the first to head for the john.

When I returned, I pulled out my guitar again and we went over some of the songs I intended to do. Stevie added his autoharp and he and Amy added harmony. I sounded real good, much better than I'd though it would. I felt confident that the show would succeed as I put my guitar into the case.

"I want to tub now," said Sally, "who's joining me?"

"I will,' said Amy.

"Give us a few minutes, honey and we'll join you, okay?, said Stevie.

When we were alone, Stevie got serious with me.

"Why don't you think about moving out here permanently, Davy? What do have back east? You'd thrive out here. I'm serious about this. You and Amy make a great team."

"It has crossed my mind, Stevie. I have some unfinished business to attend to and I do love the ocean, you know."

"Think hard about it. You don't have to worry, you have some money now. And Amy...Amy is loaded. Sally and I could make it easy for you. Think on it, will you do that for me?"

"I will, Stevie. I promise."

We finished the joint and made some small talk about old friends. Then we headed for the hot tub tossing our clothes as we walked.

As we walked out onto the deck, Amy and Sally were feeling each other up in the tub. Stevie and I just watched as we slipped into the tub across from them.

"Sally, it's enough already! Keep your hands off her, she's mine!"

"Tough. She was mine before she was yours. Anyway, you know me, I love to play with boobies. And anyway, it's been too long since I tasted my favorite hostess or maitre d' or whatever her title was."

"You worked for them?" I asked Amy.

"It's a long story that I'll tell you sometime but not right now. Can't you see, I'm busy!"

I laughed, "Sally, you are such a slut. You've always been a slut!"

Sally and Stephen said in unison, "And I always will be!"/"And she always will be!" but Stephen added, "...but she's my slut, if that's possible!"

"What a pair you two are," I remarked. I suddenly felt a wave of tiredness come over me from the combination of my day, the meal and the hot tub. "Suddenly, I'm very woozy. I think I have to crash for a while, if you goofballs will excuse me."

I pulled myself out of the tub to everyone's concern. Amy got out of the tub and helped me into the bedroom. Santo seemed aware as well as he followed on my heels.

"I really okay, Amy, it's just this exhaustion came over me. Maybe I just need a little nap."

"Here, let me tuck you in. Just let me hold you. Fall asleep on my lap."

Santo jumped on the bed and pushed his body into my side. I lay my head in Amy's lap and closed my eyes as Amy quietly sang the Aspen song to me. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep slumber.

I awoke in the early morning feeling much better and considerably revived. My deep sleep had done me good and my minded flashed back at a dream I experienced, in color and widescreen. It was a happy dream and a dream about redemption and success. In the dream, Amy and I were settled into a house and in a very tight relationship. My children were there and they told me that their mother was sorry about what she had done and that she wanted to reconcile. I explained that I was not interested in reconciliation and that I had moved on with my life. My songwriting career was back on track and I was preoccupied with writing songs for a film soundtrack. Apparently, I also had money again as my lifestyle was comfortable. Amy explained to them that we were both very busy raising money for several charities and that our schedules could not take us back east for at least a few months. My children said that they understood and that they were disturbed that their mother had chosen this point in time to reappear in my life. They felt that she had frittered away her money and now needed more. They also wanted to help us with our charity work. I remember that at another point in the dream, my band was performing in a prestigious concert with lots of big stars like Eric Clapton, Peter Gabriel, Neil Young and others. That part of the dream was vague but I recall it as being very satisfying. I felt truly refreshed.

Amy was fast asleep by my side. I slipped away to the bathroom and quietly got dressed. The house was quiet as Santo and I walked outside. Santo really liked this place with all the land and room to run. He saw several deer off in the distance and took off after them. They heard him and instantly vanished. Santo sensed that his chase was futile and wandered back to me with his tail between his legs. We walked together for nearly an hour. I stopped into the RV to get some clothing before coming back into the house.

Stevie was in the kitchen and the coffee was perking. "How are you feeling this morning? You look okay."

"I feel terrific. I guess everything kind of caught up with me."

"I remember that back in the day, you used to crash hard after a writing session - like it took everything out of you."

"Yeah, you know you're right. Maybe that was it. I hope I didn't ruin your party."

"Yeah, you did but we won't hold it against you. Amy seemed very concerned and after you crashed, she came out to talk about you. She's really crazy about you. I don't think I've ever seen her like this. I think she's in love."

"Could be that I am, too. She's the first woman in years that makes my blood surge. I'm crazy about her, too."

"So, you think maybe you'll stay?"

"No, I have things I have yet to do but that doesn't mean I won't be back once I resolve things."

"Good, I like the sound of that. Now, how do you feel about tonight's gig?" he said as he poured two cups of brew.

"Oh, I feel very good about it. It will go very well tonight. I feel inspired. And this coffee taste's good, too."

"That's good but I'm nervous. I think we should practice some more."

"Come on, Stevie, you always want to practice more. We'll be great. You know me, I like to keep it loose. Don't worry, dude. Just follow me."

"So you like my coffee? I roast it myself, it's my special blend."

We heard movement and looked up to see the women wearing robes and shaking off their sleep.

"Davy, are you okay? How do you feel?"

"Baby, you scared me. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. No, make that 'great' - I feel great this morning."

Santo got up off the floor and went straight for Amy, nuzzling her leg. She kneeled down and gave him a pat and a kiss.

"Looks like Santo is crazy about you, too. He's picking up a good vibe." I kissed both of them and thanked them for their concern. I explained that I was exhausted and repeated Stevie's suggestion about my old writing habits. My explanation seemed to calm them.

"Now don't worry. Tonight's gig will be fun. We'll rehearse late in the afternoon so we have a full day before that. I might take a short nap before we leave for the gig."

"Damn, Davy, you're still the same cool character. Amy, performing never ever bothered him...he never got nervous - ever," Sally seemed amazed.

"Sally, that's because it's fun, it's not work for me. I always feel like I'm just sitting around with friends having a good time. Tonight will be no different except that I haven't felt like this in years...and I like the feeling. If you let me lead, you'll see, everything will be way cool."

"Do you have a set list?" Stevie asked.

"No, not really. I pretty much know the songs I'm going to do but I'll do them in the order I feel from the crowd. Pretty much the songs we did last night. I may do a couple solo, I don't know. We'll see. We'll let it be organic."

That pretty much settled everyone out and after we cleaned up the kitchen, Amy said that she was taking me away for a while but that we'd be back around lunchtime. I went to shower but Amy pushed me out the door and into her car.

"We're going to my house. We can shower there."

We drove just a few minutes until we turned onto a long road and headed up toward the hill. About five minutes later, after crossing two creeks, we pulled up to Amy's house or mansion, as it were.

"I'm fucking impressed."

"Don't be. It's just a big old lonely house. I have most of it shut down."

We walked into the center hall and she was right. It was too big and too empty for one person to live in by themselves.

"I don't get it. Sally referred to you as a waitress and a maitre d', where did you get something like this - and the secret house?"

She steered me toward the wing of the house she lived in. We entered her bedroom with its king-sized bed and sat down it patting the spot beside her. I sat down.

"Ok, here's the condensed Reader's Digest version: Right after Sally and Stephen opened their restaurant in the hotel, I get a job as a waitress. I was working there a week when the three of us hooked up and we all were crazy about each other. Right after that, the Maitre d' quit and moved to Vegas where he got a big job in one of the casino hotels. I filled in for him and that became my job. I did that for about ten years and went through a lot bad affairs yet Sally and Stephen were always there for me. One of our best customers was an old time land baron around here and we started dating. He was a lot older than me but he was very sweet to me and eventually he asked me to marry him. I'd always had trouble making enough money around here even though Sally and Stephen paid me well. Roy told me that he'd take care of me and that I would never have to worry about money. Three years later, Roy had a heart attack doing what he loved best, skiing on the slopes. He died instantly. He'd never had kids and he left everything to me. I've sold some of the properties and made a tidy sum. I've also donated even more land to the local conservancy. I've invested some and put money into Sally and Stephen's restaurants. I own the golf course where they're taking over the dining room. I have tons more land and I'm probably worth more money than I will ever spend. And that's the quickie version. Now let's take a shower because I want to share an idea with you."

I was kind of dazed by her story and said nothing. We walked into the bathroom, which was larger than my entire apartment, and we stripped down. I let her soap me down and wash me. Then it was my turn and damn, if this woman didn't love to take showers. I soaped her body and rinsed her but when I placed my hand on her vagina, she stopped me and told me to wait. We stepped out and dried off and ran into her bed. She pulled a bottle of scented oil from her night table and asked me to rub her down which I was only too happy to do.

She rolled onto her stomach while I oiled up my hands. Placing my crotch at her head, I began to spread the oil on her neck, shoulders and back. I ran my hands along her ass cheeks and back up to her shoulders. I moved to the side and went to work on her spine for a while. Then I moved down to her feet and began to work on her toes I loved the way her body felt and rippled under my touch.

"Davy, did I tell you that you have great hands?"

"That's all?"

"That's all for now," she sighed.

I took the oil and let it drip between her cheeks and down her ass. My hands moved up her thighs, She spread her legs apart and let me brush her lips as I moved up along her crack. The oil had dripped into her but and I rubbed my finger along her pucker, just pushing my finger tip into it. When I finished, I slapped her buttock and told her to roll over.

I repeated my procedure but this time I started at her feet and worked up. Again, I just brushed her sex. As I worked on her, I marveled at her beautiful form. Her shaved vagina had deep prominent lips and her inner lips folded like flower petals like a Georgia O'Keefe painting. Her waist narrowed slightly giving her hips a more distinct saddle. And her breasts...oh, those lovely tits, full and round with dark Vermillion areolas, her pointy nipples rose and fell with her breathing...and not a bit of sag.

I moved around to her head and worked my way down, cupping her breasts. One of my favorite places is the lower underside of a breast and I softly caressed that part with oil. I hunched up to slide my hands further and my semi-erect penis flopped onto her face. She casually slipped it into her mouth and gently sucked on the helmet. I leaned forward and lightly licked her pussy lips. She pressed her shaved lips against my tongue.

"Yes, Davy! Eat my pussy. Yes...there! Oh God!!" Her loins began a slow rocking as I licked her up and down. She grasped my ass in her palms as I pushed my tongue as far inside of her as I could and then moved up and sucked her clit into my mouth. Her skin was soft and slick. I loved the taste and scent of her pussy. Not thick and syrupy, not too sweet but not tart either. More like a soft earthiness, perhaps like a chardonnay. And as she rocked her hips and quietly moaned, I drank more and more of it, loving every moment of it.

Amy spread her legs wide and began to pump against my head crying out in joy, "Yes...arrrrgh...ah, ah, aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh." She slumped back and began to suck me seriously.




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"Mmmmm...salty," she moaned as she gobbled my dripping pre-cum. Her mouth was soooo good. I closed my eyes as I rocked back and forth along her tongue. She ran her fingernails along my cock and it made me jump. It also made me harder. I didn't want it to end but I knew I was cumming. She grabbed my rod and started stroking it and within moments I was flooding her throat. She pulled me back a little so she could hold my cum and squeeze out every drop. I let her milk me dry and I rolled off her. She leaned over me and we began to kiss. She slowly fed me my cum as I passed it back. She inhaled deeply.

"Mmmm. I smell good. You taste good. It's all good."

She lay on top of me as we shared little kisses, flavors and aromas.

"I love how uninhibited you are. I love that you have no problems or have no compunctions about sex. I love that you're bisexual, too."

"It was Sally that turned my and Stevie into cocksuckers back when we were in college..."

"She laughed,"...and it was Sally who turned me into a cuntlapper."

"Sally! It always comes back to Sally." We laughed.

"Thank you, Sally. She's a devotee of Janis Joplin."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, you know - 'You know you've got it if it makes you feel good! Oh yes, indeed!"

We laughed and I added, "It's all good. To be honest, I like to play and I like variety, but since I've met you, I'd rather be here in your arms than anywhere else."

"Which brings up something I want to talk about, Davy. I have a proposal to make."

I was suddenly curious, "Go ahead. Lay it on me."

"I hope I don't scare you with this and you can always slow me down, I'll understand. But since I first heard your music, I fell in love with it. It had such a lack of pretension and it was always like you were singing directly to me."

"Maybe I was but I didn't know it. Maybe it was part of the cosmic wheel."

"Perhaps. But now that I know you, I'm not ashamed to say that I love you...I've fallen in love with you...I'm in love with you." Her words came out haltingly. "There, I said it."

"Amy, I haven't felt like this either since I can't remember when. I'm all divided about this. I want to go on with my trip because I believe it's something I must do but I don't want to leave you either. I feel like I'm falling in love with you, too, although that scares me a little. We are like soulmates...partners-in-crime...or fun. We are in the same key. Will it last I don't know but I feel like I want to run with it. It is exhilarating."

"I understand. So here's my proposal: let me join you on your trip. I've never seen Grand Canyon. I want to go to that spa resort in Palm Springs, too. I've never done anything like that...maybe I've been too afraid and self-conscious but I have none of those feelings with you. I love you, Davy. Let's do it. Please tell me you'll consider it."

I paused dramatically for about ten seconds. "Ok, I've considered it in depth and I'm all for it. I want you with me. Maybe...hopefully...it will last forever. Let's find out."

She squealed with joy and bounced around the bed. She covered me in kisses. "You won't be disappointed, I promise. If it all goes south I'll catch the first plane out. Oh, we'll have so much fun."

She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. Whispering in my ear, she said, "We won't be lonely anymore" and I knew she was right.

"When do we leave?"

"How 'bout tomorrow? We'll do the gig tonight and then break it to Sally and Stevie. What do you say?"

"I like it. Let me wrap up some business today and give instructions to my lawyer, my accountant and my business manager. I'll pack some stuff...I hope you have room in the trailer...I'm excited."

She jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes and raced into her office next to her bedroom. I got up and dressed, too and strolled around her house checking it out. I poured myself a little cognac and sat out on the back porch considering what had just gone down. As I stared off at the mountains, I was good with it.

An hour later, Amy joined me. "Okay, all done. Everything is in place. Nothing to it. Shall we go back?"

We drove back to the ranch and Santo met us at the door wagging his tail.

"Davy, I just spoke to George. Everything is set for tonight. Showtime is 9:00 sharp. I also gave instructions to the sound guy. George wants you to call him." Stevie dialed the phone and handed it to me. George had some questions which were easily answered. He asked me what to call the band and I gave him a name off the top of my head. He also told me that once he spread the word, he got a great response and that it would be a full house. I told him that it would cost him a lot of barbeque and that maybe he should pack it up "to go" so I could have a full fridge in my trailer. He laughed and said he'd see me later.

Stan and Nancy came by at 3:00. Tom called and said he couldn't make it. Stevie thought he sounded as if he had stage fright. It really didn't matter much to me as Stan and Nancy were gifted and talented musicians. They picked up on my songs quickly and brought some very sweet riffs into play.

"If I turn to one of you and ask you to take a lead, will that upset you?"

"Not at all," said Nancy, "I hear a lot of great parts. Not a problem."

We ran through the songs again and all agreed to meet at the Tavern at 8:30. I was confident and eager to play already but I also knew that a nap would do me good. Stevie took Santo out for a walk while Sally and Amy took me to bed.

"Sally - no sex now! Save it for later. I like to keep my energy level high."

"Spoilsport!"

I curled up and closed my eyes. I was out in minutes. I must have napped for two hours when Amy woke me with a cup of coffee at 7:30. She was already dressed for the gig and she looked terrific with a brown tank top under a leather vest. Her jeans looked as though she was poured into them.

"Oh great! I'm the star and they'll all be looking at you. Talk about being upstaged!"

She pouted, "I'll change if you want me to."

I assured her that I was kidding and that she looked superb. I dressed in my usual outfit - jeans and a western-cut shirt. Before I knew it, we packed up Stevie's car and were ready to head for Woody Creek.

"Oh, shit! I almost forgot!" I put a leash on Santo and loaded him into the car.

"Santo, too!" asked Amy.

"Sure, I don't know if you noticed it but he likes to sit under my chair when I play. He'll be fine, you'll see. And if I'm wrong, we'll put him into the car. No biggee."

We got to the Tavern in a few minutes and George showed us the stage he'd set up on the outside deck. Since it was a warm and dry evening, it seemed very comfortable. Stan and Nancy arrived a few minutes later and we ran through a quick sound check. George came out with an easel and placed a sign on reading, "Tonight - 9 PM, Davy Harper & The Erogenous Zone" which brought laughs and amazement.

Sally got it right away. "Hey, wasn't that the name of the first band you and Stevie put together? What a joker you are!"

Stevie and I took Santo for a walk but it was really an excuse to smoke a joint just to smooth out the edges. When we returned, the patio was now full and the restaurant was equally jammed. The bar was three deep. George went to the mike.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, Regulars and Bar Flies. May I have your attention, please? Tonight, in the Grand Ballroom, the world-renowned Woody Creek Tavern is very proud to present a very special and rare concert. Please give a warm Woody Creek welcome to Davy Harper and The Erogenous Zone!"

We made our way to the stage under raucous applause. Santo found his place under my stage chair as we kicked into my best known song, "Mighty Fine." When I got to the first chorus, everyone in the place was singing along. The band was very tight and Amy's soaring harmony was perfect. When I reached the third verse and the line about the stars in the sky, I looked up and pointed moving right into the final chorus and end. The audience went wild and the applause lasted until I shushed them. I looked to the band and we all acknowledged that it was a good sign.

"Thank you folks for that wonderful welcome. It's been a long time since I played before an audience and it feels nice. I think you all know my band by first names but this is my dog, Santo." Santo wagged his tail. "He's our metronome." Laughter. "Here's another one you might remember."

I jumped right into "Sally Take A Ride" and heard her whoop. I knew that the audience might be familiar with the song because it was included on the soundtrack of a Jack Nicholson film. I turned toward Stevie for the break and he played it like he always did - on the money. It brought a rousing reaction. The whole song seemed to be in the pocket and brought a nice reaction.

We played two more repertoire songs when I sat down on the chair and waved Nancy up front.

"Now here's a song by an old friend, John Sebastian, and I want to dedicate to our amazing background singer and erogenous zone, Amy Bieler. It's called "Amy's Tune."

I played the first section solo and whistling the melody. Nancy came in and took over the melody. Stevie and Stan laid down a subtle bed and the audience was spellbound. The texture of the song was so perfect, I, to, got lost in it. I looked around at the faces in the crowd for the first time and I picked out a few celebrities. I saw Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell, Lance Armstrong, Angelica Huston and Zac Efron. Nancy was letter perfect and the song brought warm appleause.

"I have another one here that's on the jukebox inside. I wrote with two buddies, Steve Goodman and Jimmy Buffett. I'd..."

A voice by the bar yelled out, "Finally a song I know!"

I recognized the voice and yelled back, "Well, maybe you want to come out here and join me!"

Jimmy Buffett made his way to the stage to great applause. I dedicated the song to the memory of Steve Goodman who was a dear friend to me. Jimmy and I stood together at the mic and crooned. At the end, the audience roared. Jimmy and I shook hands and he made his way back to the bar.

"Now I hope you all have a Landshark Beer in your hands and if you don't, what are you waiting for? Now go on, I ain't playin' until your all lubricated. I can wait!"

George, Jimmy and a waitress came out with cold bottles and passed them around and collected money while I turned to the band and gave them the last three songs. I told them that on the next number, I'd give them all solos.

"Ok, are you all wet yet?" Big applause. We kicked right into "Wet Yet" and again the audience knew all the words and sang along. When the break came around, I yelled "Stevie!" and he took off on a wild autoharp solo. "Nancy!" and she fiddled it up a notch. "Stan!" and he played a gut-bucket riff that ended in a flourish. "Amy!" She lifted her tambourine and shook it to deafening applause. "Santo!" He looked up at me and wagged his tail. "Me!" and I started to play "Purple Haze" which I walked out of and then into an accapella third verse followed by a rousing full band chorus and out. The audience went wild and I waved goodbye. But I knew they wanted an encore and they started to chant, "Davy! Davy! Davy!" Santo sat up and started to bark. We came back to the stage.

"I can't refuse my dog. Here's one more for you and you're all welcome to sing along. In the end, there's a whistling part and you can whistle along with that, too."

We broke into "Traveling, Traveling On," a sweet and gentle song that was buried on a b-side but has always been one of my favorites. The audience was right there with us and as I ended it with a big "MGM ending", the crowd went wild, standing and cheering. I waved goodbye and thanked them all for coming out. I thanked George for having 'the best damn venue in Woody Creek' and left the stage. Santo followed us out.

Back behind the patio, I thanked everyone for playing so sweetly. Stevie was near tears from the rush coming off the performance. The crowd was still chanting my name when George came back and asked if we would do one more so we headed back to the stage. The crowd went wild. Santo followed us back but this time he sat next to Sally in the front row. I got a kick out of the fact that he was watching the show, too.

"Ok, friends, we can only do one more and then that's it because we don't know any more. Here's a song I wrote yesterday with Stevie and Amy. I want to dedicate this one to the ghost that haunts this place. This one goes out to the memory of Hunter Thompson."

I began to sing, "In The Key of Me" and as Amy came in with a close harmony. Stevie played a chord as Stan rolled down to the root and we were into it. I let Amy take the bridge. I nodded to Nancy for the solo and she delivered the most gorgeous part, it helped to make the song more meaningful and it brought a strong response. We headed to the end of the song and the faded out leaving me the last line. I slowed it down and sang it acappella. It worked and the audience rose as one and gave us a standing ovation. I pulled the band to the front of the stage and we applauded the audience. Lots of camera flashes hit our eyes and we walked out into the audience to shake hands. The vibe was beautiful and better than I could have ever imagined. Amy kissed me on the cheek and whispered "I love you" in my ear. I beamed, surrounded by backslappers, photographers and autograph seekers. It seemed like everyone wanted to shake my hand. Sally broke through the crowd and gave me a wild hug. She yelled, "This was better than the old days, Davy. You rock big time."

One woman told me that I had made her day for a lot of days to come and that she would always remember the show. Angelica Huston and Goldie Hawn were like gushing fans, too, asking for my autograph. I took a concert flyer and passed it around asking everyone in the crowd to please sign it for me. To say that I felt like a million bucks is to undervalue the dollar.

I was nearly an hour later that Stevie and I were packing up the car. Santo was already asleep in the back seat. Buffett came out to the car and told me that I had killed and it was as good as how as he'd ever seen. "You're back, Davy," he said. He then told me how much he loved "In the Key of Me" and how he's love to record it for his next cd but only if I'd record it with him. I jotted down my cell phone number and my email address and gave it to him. We hugged.

George came out of the Tavern with a very large box filled with "to go" bags. "It's filled with all sorts of good stuff, Davy. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and here's your flyer." Every square inch of it was filled with autographs.

"I'm framing this."

"I can't thank you enough, Davy. That was a memorable night for me. Not only did you put on one hell of a show but we broke our beer number - you set a record! You can play here anytime you want and you're never ever gonna pay a penny in my establishment."

Stan and Nancy were leaving when they came over and hugged me.

"I can't remember when I ever had more fun. Damn, we were good, weren't we?"

"We were in the pocket, Stan. My ears heard the perfect sound and you, Nancy, you damn near made me cry there at the end. What an awesome solo. I'd play with you guys anytime."

"You were right, Davy. I just let the music and the vibe take me. Was it good?"

"Was it good? Was it good? Don't put me on, Nancy. You were clearly in the key of me. Thank you. Thank you. A billion times, thank you." They waved as they pulled out of the parking lot.

The four of us got into the car and headed out. I was quiet as my body deflated and the post-performance exhaustion kicked in. The other three seemed energized and couldn't stop talking about the show and reliving parts of it. Santo rested his head on my lap while I rested my head on Amy's shoulder.

"This calls for a celebration. When we get back it's champagne and hot tub!" exclaimed Sally and sure, enough, once we got into the house, Stevie started pouring the bubbly and lighting joints as we threw our clothes off and sank into the tub. The phone was ringing off the hook but Stevie waved it off and turned off the ringer.

Stevie held his glass up, "Here's to Davy Harper and The Erogenous Zone!"

"That was a mighty memorable show. It's one I'll never forget. Amy, you sounded angelic up there and Stevie, it was like yesterday again. Thank you all."

"I don't know that I've ever had more fun," said Amy. "You were right, Davy, when you told us to let you lead and to go with the flow. The energy coming from the audience was magical. I never felt anything like that before."

I smiled and exhaled a deep sigh. "That's called post-show tired is what that is," I said.

"Oh baby, let mama take care of you," smiled Sally.

The three of them surrounded me in a close hug and they all covered my face in kisses. Then they started massaging me and working on my shoulders and hands. I closed my eyes and felt their love engulf me. We were all squatting in the tub so that the water was up to our necks. I felt their arms and legs entangle my own. Stevie's erection pressed into my own. I don't know how long we held this group embrace. Sally tipped my head back and I sank backwards until I was floating and being help aloft by six hands. As if in one connected organism, I felt them rubbing me, stroking me and kissing me. I opened my eyes and gazed into the stars and I felt its eternity.

Stevie pulled us out of the tub and we all quietly dried off and put on our robes. Hand in hand, we silently walked into their bedroom where we sat in a circle. Stevie lit a joint and we passed it around. Nothing was spoken but our eyes could not conceal our joy.

The pot really hit me hard and I swooned backwards. I felt their hands on me, touching and caressing. I felt a mouth encompass my glans and then a tongue and then three tongues and I smiled. One mouth remained and began to suck me all the way in. I opened my eyes to see both women watching Stevie sucking me.

"Ah," I let out an involuntary sigh.

"Would you boys put on a show for us?" asked Sally. I haven't seen you two get in on in a long time."

"For you, Sal, anything." I pivoted around and took Stevie into my mouth. We lay in a 69 on our sides as the women sat side by side holding hands. I reached for his big balls and gently kneaded them.

"I want your cum, Davy. Give it to me."

"Just a little bit more, Stevie, just a little bit more." He increased his tempo as I wrapped my legs around his head. His fat cock filled my mouth and I tasted a few drops of his pre-cum.

"yeah, Stevie, yeah."

Sally was stroking her clit, "You two are sooo hot."

"I'm gonna cum, Stevie...Stevie, here it comes." He pulled off me and opened his mouth as I shot ropes of cum into it.

"Oh, that's soooo hot, Davy." I felt Amy's fingers pinching my nipples. Sally placed her pussy-drenched fingers by my nose.

"Davy...get ready...I'm gonna shoot." I pulled Stevie's cock out and let his cum splash into my mouth and my beard and my moustache and all over my head. It was salty and warm and sticky and so good to know that I had brought him off.

Amy began to kiss Stevie. "I love his cum, let me have his cum." Sally was licking Stevie's cum off my face.

Stevie turned to me and we kissed, passing what little spooge was left.

"My oh my. That was fun. Now I want to watch you two." Stevie and I moved back on the bed. I lit two joints and passed one to him.

Amy pulled Sally onto all fours and started to lick her ass. Sally reached over for a large black vibrator and passed it back to Amy. Amy turned it on and buzzed the tip around Sally's cunt. She inserted it and slowly drew it in and out as Sally pushed back on it Amy then withdrew the vibrator and ran it around Sally's pucker.

"Yeah, baby. Stick it in my ass. Fuck my ass with that cock." Amy repositioned herself so that she was under Sally and able to lick her pussy while she slowly moved the vibrator in and out of Sally's ass. Sally pushed back on it to take it deeper. Amy increased the speed.




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"Oooohhhh, that fucking cock in my ass is good, baby. You know what I like. Fuuuuuuck." Amy increased her in and out strokes while her other hand diddled herself.

"You're making me cum, baby, baby. baby. Ahhyeeee..." Sally started to hump Amy's face as Amy pushed the vibrator still further. Sally let out a deep guttural moan and then several shrieks. She lifted her hips and began to squirt and spray her cum all over Amy. It ran down her chest and onto her breasts.

"Ohmigod, that's fucking amazing," I was awestruck by the sight as Amy shook her tongue for side to side and Sally shrieked again, this time exploding into another orgasm and squirting jets of her cum into Amy's mouth.

"No...no more...no more," Sally cried out as she rolled off Amy. The vibrator was still humming in her ass. She reached down and pulled out with a loud pop. "Now that's how you cum!"

Sitting and watching with bulging eyes, I let my joint go out. Stevie pulled my arm over toward Amy and the two of us began to lick her face and tongue Sally's cum from her mouth. We were going crazy on Amy and she loved it. Both hands were deep in her pussy but Sally had another idea. She pulled a rabbit vibrator from her drawer and began to fuck Amy with it. Stevie went for Amy's tits while I rubbed my dick around her face. Amy's hands flew everywhere, grasping and grabbing. She held my balls, then she stuck her finger up my ass. She pulled it out and pushed it in again. She was thrashing wildly as Sally pushed the rabbit deep into her pussy and rubbed the nub around her clit. Sally also pushed a finger up her ass and gripped her.

Amy was in orgasmic chaos, arching and thrusting and grabbing wildly. I held her head from thrashing about and kissed her sending my tongue down her throat as she sucked it in. She was moaning into my mouth as she began to cum hard, very hard. Her nipples were hard and erect, pointing at the ceiling as Stevie pulled on them. And just like that, she stopped shaking and settled down. Sally pulled the vibrator away and began to gently pat Amy's clit. She softly kissed it as Amy calmed down.

"Oh that was so good....so good. Thank you all."

"No, thank you," we replied and covered her body with kisses.

We lay around all entangled, recovering and toking.

"We have something to tell you two. We have an announcement to make," said Amy. "Tomorrow, Davy and I are hitting the road together."

Sally screamed, "Oh Jesus. Really!"

"Yes, really. We're in love. At least, we gonna find out just how much."

"Congratulations," said Stevie, "I knew you two would hook up. I told Sally that a couple of nights ago."

"Yup, we're going to head down to Grand Canyon and ten Palm Springs and then...and then who knows where."

"Send us postcards," said Sally, "let us know what's happening."

"We will, I promise," said Amy, holding my hand.

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END OF CHAPTER 5. Join Davy and Amy as they explore new parts of themselves and their country.

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"But the Colorado Rocky Mountain High,
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky,
The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullaby,
Rocky mountain high..."

...click...

"Spent the last year, Rocky Mountain Way,
Couldn't get much higher,
Out to pasture, Think it's safe to say,
Time to open fire,
And we don't need the ladies, Crying 'cuz the stories' sad,
'Cuz the Rocky Mountain Way, Is better than the way we had..."

"There, that's one I wanted." Amy was in charge of the music today and doing a damn fine job. She'd become quite adept at finding the next right song on the iPod, whether it was "road" music for hard driving or "scenic vista" music for taking in our remarkable surroundings. She'd already discovered that my music wasn't on the iPod and I explained to her that when I'm driving, I want anything but my songs or my voice or even my art. I need different voices to spur my creativity whereby to paint movies in my head. I explained this patiently as part of my "process" and she clearly understood, although I wondered if I was able to accurately clarify how that 'process' worked.

The last few days have been wonderful. We are all in sync and it felt right. We'd spent an extra day with Stevie and Sally mostly preparing and packing. Santo knew we were getting ready to take to the road again and clearly, he was of a mixed mind. One one hand, his walks in the fields and trails had become longer, on the other, he was already moved into his favorite sleeping spot in the RV. I also spent a good part of that day explaining the RV and all it's features and intricacies and she picked up on everything very quickly. Her natural enthusiasm was heartening.

We spent a while going over our itinerary. Should we go to Santa Fe? Or down through Arches to Monument Valley?

"I really have to go to Monument Valley I have to stand there and in my best John Wayne say, 'That'll be the day!' I'm serious."

"Such a ham! I want to hit Route 66. And I want to go to Taos and Santa Fe."

"That's cool. I want to see Bandolier." I liked how these things worked out. It was obvious that we were on the same page. It was also great that she could read a map!

Finally, since time was no object, we worked up a plan. From Aspen, we'd head down through the mountains to Taos (Bandolier Park)) and Santa Fe, then back up North to Mesa Verde, then west to Monument Valley and Lake Powell, south to Grand Canyon, catch Route 66 near Seligman and ride it to Kingman, from there we'd go into the Mohave to Needles, south to Lake Havasu City and catch I-10 to Palm Springs. It seemed ambitious but, hell, when would we ever do this again, you know?

"Ride The Wind, let your dreams blow,
You will feel all you need to know,
Be open eyed and open up wide,
Come on, let it go,
Ride The Wind, let your dreams blow,
Oh, it feels so good it feels so good..." 

So here we are having left Mesa Verde Park and, after Bandolier, having a pretty decent knowledge of cliff dwellings. The road has been mesmerizing, the panoramas are devastating. We have frequently stopped just to gaze at snow-capped mountains off in the distance or sometimes to see canyons, gulches and ravines just off the road. Once we stopped to see some wild horses grazing and drinking lake water. If we dig it, we stop. We had fun in Great Sands Park, in Taos (where Amy shopped), in Bandolier (where we had some healthy exercise climbing around those amazing dwellings), in Santa Fe (where Amy shopped. To be fair, I shopped my share, too. In Taos, While she was strolling through shops, I saw an impressive turquoise bracelet with a large #8 stone. I had to buy it for her. I just had to.)

Mesa Verde gave me more healthy exercise and now I'm done with that. I need a hot tub and a message. Amy has been very involved with the computer. Besides mapping us, she's also been locating cool rest stops as well as making reservations. She's also been all over the web site for the adult spa resort in Palm Springs reading all the features and spa services and how it looks so great. But right now, we're on our way to Monument Valley and she's located a campground with a grand view of the valley. Although we'll get there at night, it'll be a helluva sight to wake up to, that's for sure. We should be there in about a half hour or so.

We haven't been hungry what with all the amazing dishes filling the fridge. Between George's box o' barbeque from The Woody Creek Tavern and the box put together by Sal and Stevie, it's been a moveable feast. We still have a few bottles of wine and plenty of dope so that's good. Amy has taken to the RV and when we pull over to sleep, she's right there pulling out the sides and dropping the awning. We've kept pretty much to ourselves mostly telling each other our histories, the happy and the painful. Our intimacy level is deepening every day and we find ourselves enjoying the little moments. Santo has taken to her in a big way, often curled by her feet. Earlier today, he licked her hand for no reason at all. Love is infectious.

Sex in the RV has been fun, too. Still, it's our little intimacies I enjoy the most. Amy is saving water so we shower together in the small enclosure. Each shower is a very tight fit in so many ways. Last night, when we got into bed, we were both frisky. We'd already fucked several hours before after we'd pulled into a deserted rest stop for lunch. It was a distance from the main road and Santo didn't like the dust. Amy and I stood outside and stared at the mountains. I couldn't resist and I started feeling her up. We ended up doing it standing up against the RV. We finished just in time as another camper pulled in. We drove off singing "Why Don't We Do It In The Road?" But last night, we were high and silly. Amy sat across from me and we masturbated for each other. It was not only fun but educational as she taught me how she likes to bring herself off. I took mental notes. It excited her to have me so observant and when she came, it was beautiful. She then lay on her stomach and had a bird's eye view of me wanking. As I shot ropes into the air, some landed on my stomach and some on the bed. She cleaned me and we fell off to sleep in each other's arms. In the morning, I remarked that last night was amazing.

"I was surprised that although we messed up the bed by cumming all over it, it didn't bother you. My ex would have changed the sheets and showered first. She would have taken a cloth, soaked it in cold water and, much to disgust, wiped me off with it. I'm very pleased that you didn't do any of that."

"No, I didn't mind at all. I liked up being sticky and then sleeping glued together. I made me feel closer to you in an earthier, more primitive way. Kind of like fucking in a cave dwelling...and they certainly didn't change the sheets!"

What an ace woman. On our way out of Mesa Verde, she crawled next to me and blew me while I drove. That was exiting and I had to pull over when I blew my load down her throat. It made me wild when she reached into her shorts and smeared my face with her juices.

We pulled into the lodge and the dark sky was a scene to behold. The moon lit some of the mesas and buttes in the valley and it took on an otherworldly atmosphere. We pulled into a pad away from the road and up against the valley. After setting up the RV and giving Santo his exercise, we put on bathing suits and headed off to the indoor pool for a relaxing dip. The campgrounds was fairly empty and so the pool was deserted. We swam long leisurely laps in the warm water. The adjacent hot tub was nice and hot when we stepped into it. Amy began to rub my back and massage my spine. I was drifting into heaven when another couple entered the pool. They were younger than us and very cute - a perky pair. Amy and I whispered that they were newlyweds, what great tits she had and how tight his Speedo was. After a while, they came over to the hot tub and stood at the edge.

"Do you mind if we join you?"

"Of course not, it's nice and hot."

They slid into the tub modestly as he turned to hide his erection which was clearly outlined in his tight suit. Amy and I shared a private smile as she started to massage my legs.

"You'll excuse me while I smooth out the driver," she said to them, "his muscles are tight. But I see that's something that's going around."

A titter of laughter came from them but he was turning bright red.

"So, how long you two married?"

"One week!" she said as Amy and I high-fived each other. 

"Where from?"

"Manor, Texas...it's just outside of Austin. And you?"

"Oh, we're not married...we just live in glorious sin," Amy added her droll comment, "and we're not from anyplace, really...at least, not any more."

"Oh, Amy, leave them alone. They're just kids. We're Amy and Davy and we left Aspen a few days ago and we're on an extended vacation. We feel like newlyweds, though, and like you, we're exploring the country and each other."

"Yes," Amy said, "I'm just feeling frisky and in love with my man." She began to massage my arms and my hands.

"We've always wanted to do this trip and I'm loving this honeymoon," she said, "I'm in love with my man, too. I'd love to travel and see lots of places and this is a good start."

"Indeed it is," I added. Amy now sat on my lap facing me as she worked on my shoulders and neck. I reached over and fondled her breasts. She reacted by rubbing her ass against my cock. The other couple was discreetly watching us and I saw her reach down, obviously rubbing his cock under the bubbles. They began to kiss.

Amy pushed her breasts against my face. Her top was small but she unclasped it and tossed it on the side.

"I hope you don't mind if I'm topless," she said turning her head to the newlyweds. They were too busy with each other and just moaned and nodded. Amy turned to me, "They don't seem to mind." She leaned into me and we began to kiss, too. I slipped my finger into her thong and began to play with her clit. She squirmed and moved away from me. Turning to the other couple, he had pulled her top down and was fondling her large pink nipple, she said, "Well, it was nice meeting you and best of luck. I hope you stay married 100 years but we have to go back to the RV and fuck. Com'n, Davy."

They looked at us and smiled as we left the tub. They never batted an eye as they turned back to each other. Amy and I quickly danced back to the RV and found ourselves in bed. She flopped down and said, "Do me. big boy!" I mocked a growl and ripped off her thong. I jumped down on her and began to forcibly lick her moist pussy. I chewed on it, I nibbled, I sucked her prominent clit between my lips, I blew on it and licked it again and again. Amy was thrashing her hands around and grabbing at her nipples. I pinned her legs apart as a means of self-protection or she might have squeezed my head off. I buried my face into her as her panting became more intense. I moved my tongue around her clit just the way she showed me the night before. That kicked her orgasm into high gear and she began to shake and buck. As her orgasm was peaking, I tossed off my suit and threw myself onto her, piercing her canal with my hard and throbbing gristle. She groaned and gasped as I pounded her. I slowed myself and moved into long and slow, all-the-way-out-and-all-the-way-in strokes, pushing into her as deep as I could. This caused her to grunt with each stroke. It was when her hips picked up the beat that I picked up mine. Her nipples stood erect just below my face and I was tempted to lean down and suck one but my eyes were glued to her fingers pulling at them. She looked so wanton and deep in lust. The suction of her vaginal muscles pulling at me combined with the blissful look in her eyes set me off. "Give it to me, give me your cum...oh, your cock...yes...I love you cock...give me you cock." Her quaking hips and her pelvis pushing up against me was all I could take and my cream painted her walls. She came a moment later, pinching her nipples and with her eyes closed, smiling up at me. I leaned down and kissed her. I lay down atop her breasts and we proceeded to kiss for a very long while until I rolled onto her side. We fell asleep with her fingers in my hair.

When morning broke, we awoke to the sight of Monument Valley right out the windshield. We were both stunned and speechless. It looked better than in any John Ford film and that's really saying something.

"This is great. Last night was better but this is great!" Amy stuck her tongue into her cheek.

"Ok, so let's go do it right there," I said pointing toward an iconic rock formation, "You game?"

"I am if you are."

The truth is that neither of us were willing to offend all the families and tourists milling about and getting all that sand into our private parts did not seem appealing either. The awe one feels in Monument Valley overpowers every other sensation of thought. The shadows playing along the rock hills change the scenery and the dimensions from moment to moment. My mind whirled with snatches of lyrics. Amy sensed this and commented to me that I should keep them in my head as she had some, too.

Monument Valley was everything I'd always imagined it to be and I loved being there. My greatest thrill was to stick my face into a cut-out figure of John Wayne in his most iconic Ethan Edwards pose. Amy snapped the picture and it now adorns my facebook profile.

It was time to move on to Glen Canyon, Lake Powell and then Grand Canyon but after surveying the map, there was no direct route and the trip was not only circuitous but also the roads were not well paved so we decided to head down into Arizona to Canyon de Chelly, then to the Petrified Forest where we could pick up Route 66 and take that to the Grand Canyon. Why not?

It was another great ride into more ruins and cliff dwellings. We were in Navajo territory and I was in search of a blanket. We stopped for a late lunch near a trading post and I found what I was looking for. I bought two, one was smaller and fit Santo's bed. We walked for a while in the dry and dusty air and then the road led us into the Painted Desert. This place was a big "Wow"; visually it was an artist's palette. As I drove along, I imagined myself in the nineteenth century, riding a horse through this land. It was my childhood cowboy fantasy returning to my consciousness all these years later. This memory became snatches of lyrics. I quoted them to Amy and she entered them into my journal. She also worked on them and it made for an easy collaboration, almost like doing a crossword puzzle together.

At one scenic overlook, she asked me to pull over. With the Painted Desert before us, she said that she had an urge to make out but not fuck, just make out. That seemed like a good idea to me and for about a half hour, we kissed and necked and cuddled and felt each other up and acted like kids.

"My panties are all damp now and you have a hard-on. Wanna save it for later? We have a couple of hours until we get to our next campsite and darkness is coming on. It's your call, pard'ner."

"I say we roll a doober and hit the road again. If you'll be so kind as to feed me some of your dripping pussy excretions now and then, I'll be a happy man."

"You're on."

We headed for Route 40 and Route 66 all giggly and silly. Amy dipped her fingers into her pussy and let me lick them off. She rubbed her fingers around my nostrils and her scent made the miles fly. She did that a few times.

"And It Stoned Me to my soul,
Stoned me just like old jelly roll,
And It Stoned Me."

Damn, this woman knew how to pick the right tunes.

We pulled into a dreary campgrounds just outside of the Petrified Forest. The sights along the road might the park enticing. We figured that we'd split the campgrounds early, do the park and head north on Route 66. We set up the RV for the night and closed ourselves in. A light wind had picked up and it looked like rain - a perfect night to be alone with each other.

"I want to make us a nice dinner tonight and maybe watch a movie," Amy opined.

"Ok with me but I want to fuck you silly. I think I'm still hard from earlier."

"Good, because I'll still wet and sticky. What are you doing right now?"

She straddled my lap and we began making out again. The RV started to rock but I think the wind had picked up and sure enough, it a few minutes, it was raining buckets. It didn't matter to us, we were in another world entirely.

"Amy, I love the way you kiss me. I get lost in them."

"Yeah, Davy, we kiss well. My mind blanks out. I like it a lot."

I kissed her ear and nibbled on her ear lobe. I nuzzled her neck. She stroked my hair and kissed my eyelids. Our mouths connected into light kisses, then licks and finally deep tongue and spit-swapping.

She whispered in my ear, "Davy, I'm so crazy about you...I've never felt like this before...last night was so good for me, my mind blanked and all I could feel was my love for you...it's more than sex, it's emotional...it's total. When we start to perspire, I feel like we're even exchanging fluids in another way. I feel like a sponge, soaking you in. Does that make any sense at all?"

Her fingers were unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled off her t-shirt and unsnapped her bra. She brushed her breast along my chest hair.

"It feels so good...your hair against my nipples..."

I kissed her forehead. "Amy, I have not been this happy in so many years that I can't count them. As I drive, I think about us...I think about finding my soulmate...I am amazed, delighted and I can't believe I'm babbling..."

"Yes, that's the word...but I know what you mean."

"I think to myself that this could just be the first blush of romance but I know that it's far deeper than that. When we make love, my mind blanks out, too. I'm never the spectator..."

"Oh, yes, me neither."

"...I'm so in the moment with you. I feel that when we're driving. I felt that today when we were gazing at Spider Rock and then again in the desert. I feel whole." She pulled my pants down and pulled off her panties but her gaze never left my eyes as she followed my every word.

"I've been having this cowgirl fantasy all day and now I want to fulfill it. I want to ride you."

I lay back on the couch as she mounted me. Slowly and carefully, she rocked back and forth. She pulled my arms up and placed them on one breast. She held my wrists together. "I need the reins."

"You know, I've been having these cowboy fantasies all day, too, but I never thought I'd be the horse! I like it. Ride me, Annie Oakley."

She did. She said, "An easy trot" and started to slip up and down with a loping feel. I closed my eyes and let her fantasy wash over me. "Chick-chick", she said and picked it up to a canter. My knees slipped up to enable the rhythm and she pushed lower. My hands held her breasts as they began to bounce. I became her bra. I don't normally cum easily when I'm in this position, instead I stay hard longer, much to her delight. I heard squishy sounds as she rode me and I knew she was into her fantasy and enjoying it.

"Yes, my stallion...yes, my stud."

The RV was rocking as she started to cum and her fluid washed me. I started in to buck and toss her around and we were in a full gallop. She pulled at my arms trying to control the ride but this horse was moving. She cried out and pulled my arms up. I pushed my loins up to meet her. I felt her vagina tremor while it gushed. Finally, she wrapped my arms around her and lay down.

"What a ride. You're a good mount. You'll get an extra bag of oats tonight."

We lay for a few minutes until she regained her strength and then she dismounted me and told me to stand up.

"You are my master. I want to please you."

I did as I was told and she kneeled in front of me. Licking and sucking me, she murmured that she tasted goo. I liked that. She gave me a masterful blow job, holding my sac in one hand and twist-stroking my cock with the other while she gobbled on the head. In a very short time, my knees were buckling and I was shooting into her mouth. Pushing me back onto the couch, she slipped back onto me and then kissed me with her mouth full of cum. We snowballed it back and forth until it salivated away. While I was never a great fan of snowballing, we seemed to do it a lot and I really didn't seem to mind. It was another exotic way to exchange love.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 06



"I love you, Davy Harper. You make me feel so free. There is nothing we can't do...together. It's freaking me out!"

"I love you, too, Amy Beiler. You make me whole. My life has begun again. Thank you."

"Don't thank me. It was luck and fate and Stevie and Sally and music and Aspen that brought us together. Let's thank a higher power."

We lay together in absolute bliss until she suggested that we shower off all the dust from our "horsing around." Naturally, we couldn't keep our hands off each other.

"I've worked up quite an appetite. How 'bout you? I'm going to fix us some grub from the chuck wagon."

"Great. I'm going to check the web."

I turned up the tunes and sat down while she puttered in the galley.

"One Love. One heart.
"Let's get together and feel all right,
As it was in the beginning (One Love)
So shall it be in the end (One Heart)
Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right..."

She began to dance to the reggae beat and her good humor was infectious. I logged on to check my mail and was surprised by the amount of messages. My niece was sorry she missed me but she was still back east. My buddies were sorry they missed me but they were on the road. They suggested I keep an eye on their schedule in case our paths crossed. Sally and Stevie sent several crude messages (with some of our private pictures attached) but it was the last one that grabbed me. It read, "Want your mind blown. Check out this video own YouTube." I clicked on the link and yelled out, "Holy Shit! Amy, come here!"

We watched the screen as "In The Key Of Me" played. Someone in the Woody Creek Tavern audience had videotaped the performance and put it up on YouTube and there we were on the web. Even more astonishing were the 5000 hits the video had received in the few days since it had gone up.

"Look at that!"

"Don't we sound good?"

"What a nice vibe."

"I'll be damned! I'm so surprised that anybody cares enough to watch it."

"Why not? There are lots of people who remember you...and who want to hear new music."

"Well, I'll be damned!"

The comments under the video were all so positive and encouraging. It was a gift. I saved the link and wrote back to Stevie just how surprised we were to see it. I was glad that the event was saved for posterity.

I went back to my email. My kids, Emma and Emily, wrote that they loved the song and the video. My bastard publisher - at least the publisher that now retained my rights - wrote me that we should talk. A couple of record company suits emailed me that we should talk. Even my old prick of a manager emailed me that we should get together and that he had some offers. "Fat fucking chance," I thought out loud recalling how he sold me down the river once before. Jimmy emailed me telling me what a great time he had at the show and not to do anything with anybody until I talked to him. He told me to call him if and when I got to L.A. I forwarded these letters to Danny as I knew he would want to deal with some of those who now wanted another piece of me.

Jimmy also said that I was lucky to have hooked up with Amy and that we looked great together, much to the envy of half the males of Aspen. Amy got a kick out of that. There were several other emails from friends and one more that caught me. It read, "Davy, you probably don't remember me but I worked as your roadie back in the day. I work for Letterman these days and both of us would like to talk you into appearing on Late Night and Craig Ferguson's show. Please give me a call."

"Are you going to take them up on it?"

"Maybe. First, I intend to talk to Jimmy...and Stevie. I'm thinking of heading to L.A. after Palm Springs. I'd like to try to hustle my publisher, that fuckhead. I'd also like to wrestle all my rights away from those pricks at Warner Brothers. We'll see what happens. Danny will get back to me on all of these issues. He wants their ass, too." I clicked on the YouTube link again and, with all due shock and awe, we watched the video again.

"I like the fact that you are in the spotlight with me, A. Looks like you're upstaging me. But I don't mind, you look so badass and it's a good way to remember the video. I can see people emailing the link to their friends and telling them to check out the amazing babe."

"Oh, bullshit."

"And speaking of that, I think I'll roll some...but first..."

I got up from the table and crept behind her. I lifted her robe and licked her asshole. She shook her fanny in my face and brushed me away.

"As Richard Brautigan once wrote, 'I'd walk barefoot through one hundred miles of deep snow just to stand in your shit.'"

"Oh, Davy. You say the sweetest things."

While she cooked, I sat down and started to write. "Standing in the desert, feeling so small in the great shape of things/ There's a cowgirl right next to me and she's thinking that, too/ We hold hands and we knew that it is true./ Blessed be the canyons and the earth so vast and we're breathless/ Blessed be the hills and the earth so vast and we're speechless/ Blessed be our love and it's so vast and we're wholeness."

Eh! I flipped to another page. "Riding down the highway/ Feeling like a cowboy/ Enjoying every day/ Filling it with joy." Double eh!

"Dinner is on. Come and get it."

"Yee haw"

I popped a bottle of the grape and poured out two glasses. Amy placed two plates down and it looked delish. She'd heated up some of Sally's coulis, some of George's salmon filets and some black beans. We enjoyed the dinner. More important, we just enjoyed being together. For Santo, she fixed up a bowl with leftovers (except, thank God, for the beans) and he was quite happy, too. After dinner, he happily let us scratch his belly.

As we cleared the table and washed the dishes, the wind and rain had picked up again. "It's a good night to curl up and watch a movie," she said, "let's see what's available."

She went through the box of dvds..."Hmmm...porn, porn, more porn - looks interesting but not for tonight...of course, The Searchers...Spinal Tap...The Royal Tannenbaums...Time After Time...with Mary Steenburgen...I never saw that. I loved the book. Yes, that's tonight's feature...a good chick-flick."

I made a face but she knew I was kidding. I loved the book and I liked the movie, too. While romantic and sometimes even sappy, the premise held a place in my soul and anyway, being a sappy romantic with Amy was a good thing. We snuggled together and watched the film together and while I admit that my eyes watered, Amy really cried.

"Okay, now can we watch The Searchers?" Smack!

The wind and the rain had moved on. I took Santo out for his last walk of the day and was struck by the unearthly quiet. Truly a lack of sound surrounded me and I felt the stillness. I tried to make as little sound as I could in order to hear something, anything at all but there was no sound. I'd never heard quiet like that. Sometimes you can hear the waves lapping or the leaves rustling or even peepers off in the distance but this was different - a total absence of sound. I looked at the sky and it was overcast and dark. I quietly turned back to the RV so as not to disturb the air. When I got back, Amy was asleep and I sat down at the table and wrote this:

"There is no sound in the air tonight,
Not a breath nor a sigh,
A stillness in the air,
That covers the sky

My love is fast asleep,
She smiles in dreams,
She doesn't care the sound has dropped,
She doesn't know the world has stopped,
She smiles in dreams.

Everything is deadly still,
The desert blows no dust,
While cars continue to rust,
And Wall Street may go bust,
Still, it's silent and still
I wonder why (there is),
A stillness in the air,
That covers the sky.

My love is fast asleep,
She smiles in dreams,
She doesn't care the sound has dropped,
She doesn't know the world has stopped,
She smiles in dreams.
Smiling happily in dreams,
She smiles in dreams."

I didn't know where this was going. I think I wanted to make it more eerie. I wanted to create a feeling that the silence was disquieting. But for the moment, I decided to sleep on it so I left my book on the table and crawled into bed next to Amy. She let out a happy sound and rolled over, draping her arm cross my chest. It was the first sound I'd heard in a while and it made me smile. I knew I'd have to remember that feeling for my song.

In the morning, I felt Amy leave the bed and in my semi-slumber, I heard her puttering in the bathroom and then in the kitchen. I started to rouse myself. I remembered that we wanted to drive through Arizona today but I was soooo comfortable. After a few minutes, I got up and went about my morning routine. I walked into the galley where a cup of coffee was waiting for me. Amy, with pen in hand was writing.

"Good morning, handsome," she smiled, "I hope you don't mind but I saw your song here and I'm playing with it. Is that cool or did I cross the line?"

"No, it's very cool, gorgeous. What'cha got?"

"I changed a few things. Here, look."

Coffee does it for me in the morning and the first sip cleared my head. I looked at her notes.

"There is nothing in the air tonight,
Not a breath nor a sigh,
A stillness in the air that pervades the sky.

My love is fast asleep,
She dreams, She smiles
She doesn't care that all sound has stopped,
She doesn't know that the world has stopped,
She doesn't care if all time has stopped,
Is it all the way it seems?
Smiling in Dreams?

The desert blows no dust,
While cars continue to rust,
And Wall Street may go bust,
Still, it's silent and still
I wonder why (there is),
A stillness in the air,
That covers the sky.

Lying down next to her,
I hear her softly breathing,
She touches me and coos,
And all the world is filled,
With the only sound that matters.

My love is fast asleep,
She smiles, she dreams,
She smiles, she dreams,
Smiling happily in dreams,
She smiles in dreams."

"I know it doesn't really scan yet. I figured we can play with it."

"Yeah, well I like what you did...parts flow better...I'm not really crazy about the 'Is it all the way it seems?' line, though...but the last bit is a killer and I'll tell you why. Last night, after I wrote this - and, by the way, it was very eerie outside when I walked Santo - when I got into bed, you rolled over and cooed. It was the first sound I'd heard since the walk and I thought to myself that it was the only sound that mattered because it filled my heart. It eased me away from the eerieness. I told myself to remember to write it into the song...and here, you did it for me. Uncanny! But let me slightly change that to..."

Lying next to her,
I hear her softly breathing,
Her lips gently part,
She touches me and coos,
She touches my heart,
And all the world is filled,
With the only sound that matters."

"Better but not there yet."

Amy's face filled with a wide grin, "I love you, Davy Harper. You touch my heart."

I kissed her and placed my hand over her heart. "...and your tits and all the good parts, too."

"Well, that's it. You just love me for the amazing sex we have. Gimme back your dick - it's mine now!"

"Has been since we met!"

We laughed while we finished our coffee and she took Santo out while I tightened up the RV. On our way out, I refilled the water tank and flushed the other tanks. I checked the radiator level and the other fluids and made a note to pull into a dealership because I noticed a lot of dust in the engine. We headed right over to the Petrified Forest and spent a couple of hours checking out the beautifully colorful stone logs. Again, I got the feeling that this terrain was otherworldly. Back in the material world, at the gift shop, I bought her a tacky petrified pendent.

As we left the park, she put the pendent on and the turquoise bracelet. "Are you going to buy me all new jewelry on this trip?"

"Maybe. But I think that today, we're going to buy lots of chachkes on Route 66." She slipped her tongue into my ear.

We picked up Route 66 right away but it seemed to begin and end in fits and starts. We passed the Tepee Motel and some silly looking dinosaurs. We pulled into the Jack Rabbit Trading Post and looked at all the kitschy shit for sale. And we bought some. But Route 66 didn't really come into its own until we reached the outskirts of Winslow.

"Are we going to sing "Take It Easy?" I inquired.

"Of course!"

Sure enough, as we passed the statue of The Eagles, we broke into song and we had perfect harmony.

Sometimes, I felt that Route 66 was a sad road with all the ruins of a former civilization, like a dilapidated drive-in theater or shuttered buildings. Sometimes, I felt like we were retro like in the Pixar film, "Cars" since there were so many recognizable signs that were mimicked in the movie. And sometimes, I was amazed by the corny architecture. There was lots of laughter because there was so much cheesiness to laugh at.

We took a side trip to Meteor Crater. Again, I was overcome with feeling of being on an alien planet, that I was not of this place. We split the place quickly because after viewing the crater, it seemed like a bit of a ripoff. We caught 180 north out of Flagstaff. Passing Humphrey's Peak was very cool. The terrain here was unique and beautiful with lots of contrasting colors and land formations. But it was also very silly, like when we pulled through Bedrock and saw the big Fred Flintstone greeting us. As we approached Grand Canyon, everything became very different. Amy and I said, "oh my God," and "holy shit" so many times, we were cracking up. But you couldn't help it. Each turn in the road brought another "ooh" and "ah."

We pulled into the Trailer Village right across from the Visitor's Center. Fortunately, Amy made a reservation and we set up close to the mail walkway and not too far from a spectacular view. The trailer village was filled with RVs of every shape and size. Next to us was a Fleetwood Bounder that impressed the hell out of her.

"You know, Davy, the next time we do this - and there will be a next time - I think we should go in a bit more style."

"Sure, why not?" I liked our RV just fine but for two people and a dog, a little more space and luxury would work just fine...especially for my advancing decrepitude. Still, an RV along the lines of the one Jack and Sunny drove might make this sort of life a bit more pleasant.

We spent the day touring the park and it was everything we knew it would be. More than any descriptive word, it was inspirational. From every point and lookout, another breathtaking view was to be had. We covered like two sides of the park stopping in the RV for lunch - I'd think we'd been gaining weight except for all the walking and hiking. We took lots of pictures. We bought some trinkets like a 3D Viewer, a car decal, some postcards and shit like that. We had lots of fun.

We took Santo for a walk near the scenic view. We walked as close to the fence as you can but Santo seemed oblivious to the scene before him. He was busy smelling and marking. Finaly, he stopped and did his business. I pulled out the plastic poop bag and went to toss it in the refuse bin several feet away. I gave Amy the leash and it went limp. Santo was locked into the vista. He didn't move an inch as the eyes scanned the canyon. His attention was total. Finally, he looked up at us and had such an amazed look, if that's possible to read into a dog. As we walked back, we let him lead us as he kept turning back to gaze at the canyon. He gently fell asleep in his bed, I think he was awestruck.

At one point, late in the afternoon, we were resting up on Mather's Point before heading west where we wanted to watch the sunset on the South Rim, Amy came out of nowhere with this thought, "You know how like we've been dreaming about cowboys and singing cowboy songs and all? Well, sometimes, especially after all the cliff dwellings and ruins, I've been dreaming of being an Indian and...am I being clear? Am I just stoned and rambling?"

"Maybe both...No, I get it...more than a few times, I've heard my head say "wichi-tai wichi-tai, oh-raneeko, oh-raneeko, hey ney, hey ney."

"She laughed, "I know...also a lot of R. Carlos Nakai"

"Ok, I hear it...with Ry Cooder on the Geronimo soundtrack. But hey, listen to this:

"I saw the hills in black and while,
with war paint Indians looking down from the ledge,
Their feathered headdresses full and flowing,
To my horse, who was very much on the edge,
I said, "Hello, We Must Be Going."

She laughed again and grabbed my ass. She said, "Oh, you're a fucking scream."

We watched the sunset and it was something to see. I wanted someone to ring a bell and everyone would start drinking like in Mallory Square but it didn't happen. Amy and I sat silently and held hands. The solemnity brought all kinds of peace into me and I was invigorated, I was ecstatic, I was blissed out. Amy and I quietly walked back to the RV bushed but very, very satisfied. After having looked down on Grand Canyon from 30,000 feet, seeing it here (at whatever level we consider to be 'ground'), was beyond any expectations or visions. It was way beyond being a majestic experience for both of us.

The RV next to us was open and there was a party was going on. The awning was down and, like us, the slides were out. Our neighbors invited us over for a drink. I was ready to decline when Amy said, "We're going to shower off and change and then we'll stop by, okay?"

I got into the RV and asked her why she accepted adding, "I could actually crash for a while."

"I know, me too, but I thought it might be interesting to meet other RVers and hear their experiences. I thought it might be worth the effort? Tell me you're not mad at me, please? We'll only stay a little while, I promise."

"No, I think you're right. Why not? What did Warren say? I'll Sleep When I'm Dead!"

We showered, changed, toked up and went next door. Santo was on his leash. There were 5 couples milling about with drinks in hand, their ages ran from their twenties to their sixties. The owners and hosts introduced themselves as Charles and Marie from St. Louis. Charles asked what we were drinking. Amy asked for red wine and I asked if he had cognac? He disappeared into the RV.

Marie was very outgoing and gregarious. She was obviously a born hostess. She introduced us around when Charles returned from the bar. "Merlot, Amy, right? And David, how's VSOP?" 

He told us about their travels. They were in their mid-sixties, second marriage each and this was their third RV trip to Grand Canyon. A youngish, say 35 to 40s, couple came over and introduced themselves as Denis and Carla. They were on their first RV trip together, sort of a long-delayed and even longer desired vacation. They were from New York City. We shot the shit with them for a while when Denis leaned into us and very, very quietly said, "You're as buzzed as we are, aren't you?"

We smiled and nodded in agreement which provoked a burst of quiet laughter. They asked if we would like to join them at their RV which was only three down from us. Amy and I suggested that we would meet them in a little while, we wanted to say our goodbyes and walk Santo.

Nearly an hour later, we walked over to their trailer and knocked on the door. It was a long and sleek Gulfstream, almost like a tour bus. When we walked inside, Amy and I were lost in the luxury of this vehicle.

"Gee, it's almost like a tour bus," I blurted out.

"Better," said Denis, "I've got her with me," pointing to Carla who smiled and kissed his cheek.

"He's a sweetie," she gushed.

"I have to ask you something if you don't mind," Denis looked at me seriously. "You're Davy Harper, the singer, right?"

"I think you have the right person."




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 06



"We just watched the Aspen song on YouTube and it's great!"

Amy and I looked at each other in amazement.

"Wow," I said, "Thank you. Thank you a lot. That's nice to hear. You know we just did that show several days ago. I'll have to check it out again. Thanks."

"Oh, I know. I like to surf YouTube and I saw it as a new clip but it already has a lot of hits and comments. It's a great song and a great performance. And you, Amy, you were the woman singing."

"Yup, that' me. I'm really speechless. I am so impressed that you saw it! It was a very fine show and my first ever."

"Congratulations. Well then, how 'bout we fire one up to celebrate?"

Passing the joint around, he led us through the RV and showed us the features. The big screen TV rose from the bar and the computer was attached to it. He'd watched our show on a big screen...gee! He let it run while I checked out the count - 22,000. What! I wondered if this was what they referred to as 'going viral'. I also saw that several other songs from the Woody Creek Tavern show had made their way up on YouTube and were also getting hits. "Hmmm," I thought, "there's interest in my music. Who'd a thunk it!"

The weed was primo, extremely effective. Carla took over the tour. She and Amy spoke about having a few more creature comforts when traveling in an RV and the necessity of having a "land yacht" on a long trip.

The bathroom and shower were more than twice the size of ours. The galley was a full kitchen. It had a washer/dryer which reminded Amy that we would have to avail ourselves of a laundry when in Palm Springs. Carla opened the door to the bedroom and ushered us in. It was immense as all I can say. Amy looked and walked around the room, from the storage area to alongside the bed. On the shelf, next to the headboard, was a black dildo and a silver vibrator.

Carla saw them, blushed and said, "You'll have to excuse the mess, I guess I didn't clean up too well."

Amy jumped in, "Oh, no, no...it's all right. Leave them there. Believe me, we've enjoyed great sex on this trip, too. In fact, as if we haven't had enough, we're staying at an adult sex and spa resort in Palm Springs. Believe me, it's cool. Just leave it there."

Carla said, "Are you going to the Rancho? Is that the spa? Oh, you lucky guys. We read about it and checked the web site and..."

"...and we both got shy is what happened," said Denis.

"You mean You got shy, you big pussy," Carla slapped him with a pillow.

We walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch. I asked him to turn off the video. Denis turned off the lights and turned on dark blue LED lights which he controlled with a dimmer. We smoked some more and shared the bottle of wine we brought.

"So what spa things are you going to do at the Rancho?" asked Carla.

"I booked us four days in a luxury suite and I got the three-day "body experience" for both of us."

"And you're not concerned about being naked and a lot of sex going on around you?" asked Denis.

"No," I said, "Not at all. It will be fun. We're there as a couple but you never know what might happen. It's refreshing to be civilized and uninhibited at the same time."

Amy added, "It's a new experience for me and that's one reason why I can't wait to go."

"Are you okay with having sex with other partners? Doesn't it bother you? Are you swingers?"

Denis couldn't seem to wrap himself around it and Amy was being very patient.

"Denis, let me explain. No, we are not swingers but we have swung, together and apart. We both have bisexual tastes and we might appease them. Our options are open. I like the idea of the spa with its classes and workshops and yoga for couples. If nothing else, it will take us someplace further still...and that really excites me."

That seemed to cause Denis to quietly ponder in a stone daze. Carla, however, was intrigued.

"We've never had an experience but we fantasize a lot."

"All the more reason why you should go," I said. "Fantasy is great but if you want to act upon your impulses, when better than when on vacation, right? And at a place that allows you the freedom to indulge yourself? Who's to know except you, right?"

Amy said, "Yes, you should bust out. It'll make you better lovers to each other. If there is no guilt involved and you're together on this, go for it. If there is any jealousy involved, I say you should just keep it at fantasy and go no further." Then she asked provocatively, So, Carla, what do you guys fantasize about?"

She looked at Denis, who was now lighting a bowl, for his reaction when he looked up and said, "No, you're right. I have been a big pussy. This would be very cool for both of us. And to answer your question, we're both fascinated by group sex and even some bisexuality."

"Very cool. Carla, you call in the morning and tell them that you're with the Harper-Beiler party and do they have a room. And Denis, I can tell you that Davy and I only met a little over a week ago but I can tell you that he is the best lover I have ever known. Yes, I've seen him sucking cock and he has seen me with women and it has turned me on so, I drip. And I'm pretty damp now thinking about it...."

"And I love to see her having pleasure any way she wants. It's not about love at the spa, except perhaps for loving yourself and your mate even more. And experiencing that together is great, it's another level of intimacy," I added.

"I'm sold. We're doing it. We'll call tomorrow."

"We're heading there after the Skywalk and then 66 down to Needles and then south to 95. We have a late check-in."

"Yippee! Oh, thank you, honey!" Carla grabbed Denis and kissed him. "Yippee! You know I was getting all gushy listening to you, Amy. We are going to love this."

"What is it you want to do? Have sex with a woman? Go down on a woman?"

"Yes, I 've been curious about it for years ever since a college roommate made a pass at me that I didn't pick up on. I also want to feel other bodies in some group sex. The idea of all that sex together always turns me on."

"Mmmm...," grunted Amy, "I'm wet again. Would you care to see?" Both Carla and Denis looked either shocked at Amy's suggestion or eager to see, I wasn't sure. Amy stood up from the couch and facing us, she lifted her little sundress and there was a very visible wet spot on the red thong. I thought Denis' eyes would pop out. Amy moved closer to Carla. Carla looked at it and rubbed her pussy through her pants. She reached out with the other and felt Amy's mound. Denis was rubbing his crotch. It was my turn to suck on the bowl.

Amy pulled her dress off and stood there in just her thong. Denis leaned over and started to undress Carla who shucked her jeans. She wore a blue pair of panties. Her body was cute and tight with nice round breasts. She was shorter than Amy by a few inches and her body was softly athletic. Her panties had a large wet spot in the center outlining her pussy lips. Amy moved close to her and they stood kissing each other and running their hands around their skin, squeezing a breast here, squeezing a butt there. Amy pushed Carla back onto the couch and kneeled between her legs. She kissed the wet spot and then, pushing the panties to the side, she stroked and fingered her. Carla was ecstatic.

After a few minutes of Amy's gifted mouth, she gently pulled Amy's head away and stood up. Taking her hand, they walked into the bedroom. I looked over at Denis. His dick was in his hand. It was hard enough to cut diamonds and the helmet was bright red. He looked like he was ready to blow.

"Denis, let go of it and let it rest a minute, and then we'll join them, okay?"

"This is all so new to me, man."

"Yeah, I dig. But it really isn't either. I mean it's been in the back of your mind for - how many years?"

I stood up and started to disrobe. He lit a joint and began toking hard. I slipped off my pants and, as usual, I was commando. My dick hung down and about a foot from his face. He eyed it curiously.

"So what are your fantasies about?"

He passed me the joint. As I toked on it, his eyes never left my cock. I liked that look and my penis stirred. He moved closer and I held him off. I lifted my cock and showed it to him as I would if he were a doctor, or maybe a gay intern.

He stood up and stripped. His dick was still hard. I thought for a moment as to where to take this next and then the obvious hit me. I wrapped my hand round his 8 inches of virgin cock, stroked it a few times and walked him to the bedroom. There we stood together, his cock in my hand and watched as Carla was eating a naked and spread-eagled Amy. I took a finger and ran it from Carla's pussy up her ass. I did it a few times. I then fed Denis' cock into her very sopping puss. He slid in 'like butta'.

I moved to the side of the bed to watch Carla. I reached into Amy's pussy and pulled her lips back to show Carla the path. Her tongue swabbed it well and Amy was enjoying it. Her fingers were pulling at her nipples and I'd already recognized that sign. Carla had her face buried in Amy's twat and Amy was loving every moment of this initiate's first pussy-lick.

"Ugh..ugh..." She was spread as far as she could go.

I slipped my head under her upraised hips and went right for her pussy. As soon as I tasted her, she shook in appreciation and she seemed ratchet up Amy, who was now getting the silver vibrator treatment, too. I tickled the bottom of Denis' dick and he instantly shot his load into his wife, pumping and pumping his cum into her and up to his balls. He stopped quickly and as I pushed away, she pushed back trapping my head. Not a problem.

He slowly pulled out and his cum soon followed. I licked Carla's clit and then moved down to her cum-soaked hole. His cum was hot and very salty...interesting...Amy was now cumming, I could tell by her grunts. Carla was humping my face and I held her ass cheeks firmly to keep us close. I gripped her so I could probe her asshole, too, and she appreciated it. Amy was slowing down from her orgasm as Carla began her own. It was Denis who set it off when his tongue replaced my fingers and he was eating her ass. His hands roamed her body. She growled and squirmed as I sucked on her clit. Her pussy drenched me with her syrup - oh, how I love that feeling - and I knew she loved her experience. I crawled out from under them and picked up a towel. As I wiped off my face, I surveyed the damage - two collapsed bodies...two for four. I noticed that Denis was ready for more.

I went to lay by Amy and she slid right into me. We gave each other noisy kisses. We were being silly until I felt a pair of lips kiss the head of my dick. It was followed by a tongue swirling around the crown. I looked down to see Carla doing me as her husband closely watched. She was doing a fine job when I felt her bring his hand to my nuts. Amy was now watching, too, as she propped pillows. Carla made some long strokes and let it pop from her mouth. She pointed it toward Denis. Ah, the moment of truth. 

"Oh, what the hell." He leaned in and placed it between his lips. He slowly licked and tasted me. Carla moved to the side and stroked his hair. She whispered, "That is so hot, baby...so hot."

I lay back watching him enjoy his first cock. He was just a little too tender and gentle. I gently moved away and repositioned the bodies so I could have access to him. Carla took my place on the bed and lightly rubbed her lightly flaxen-haired pussy lips. What a pretty pussy. I moved up to his cock and sucked him in. I showed him how to be forceful enough to get each other to come. He copied my movements and I began to flex my ass. I rolled on top so I could fuck his face. Carla was now rocking her bottom along Amy's face and watching her husband get his cheeks filled with my spew and watching it drip out as he tried to keep from gagging. She was cumming again and crying out in lustful groans and hiccups, with an occasional squeal. I felt Denis tremble and his cum sprayed my throat. I sucked the head and pumped him until he was dry. I rolled off him, my jaw a bit sore.

We all lay together quietly until Carla said, "I'm glad this happened. I've been so curious to see what a vagina was like. I'm glad we did this. I glad it was with you guys. I just hope I feel this way in the morning!"

"You!" barked Denis, "I sucked off a rock star!" That cut the tension with a collective roar. "Now I'm ready for anything at that spa!"

Amy took Carla into her arms and kissed her. "You were wonderful. Thank you for allowing me the honor of being your first. I never popped a cherry before."

"Make that two cherries!" I rubbed Denis' shoulder.

"Make that a bowl!" he said as he lit one.

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In Chapter 7, Davy and Amy do a SkyWalk into Palm Springs, meet their new friends, Carla and Denis, make even more friends, meet up with an old friend and have another magical experience. L.A. is calling.

Thanks for your nice comments and encouragement to keep the story going. Please vote on how you like it. Any names and persons used in this story are purely coincidental, fictional, nonexistent and utterly intentional. All the lyrics are copyrighted, too. If you want more of the music, listen to "The Ol' Hippie Show" on podarama.com.



Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 07



Sorry for delivering this chapter a bit late but there have been a series of issues of which your narrator has had to deal. Thank you for all the emails and inquiries, I hope you enjoy the latest chapter and I promise to deliver more sooner.

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We arose early and hit the road as quickly as we could. We noticed that Denis and Carla pulled out just before we did.

"Amy, I have learned an important lesson on this trip."

"And that is?

"And that is that nearly every RVer is a horny bastard."

"I'm beginning to see that - us included."

"Yeah, and my research is telling me that most are bisexual or curious. It's a whole secret subculture out there."

"Could be. I know I enjoyed last night. That was the first time I ever turned someone out and I took pleasure in it. She did a great job on me and we broke in her husband, too. Chalk up two more honey toads into the subculture." She searched the iPod.

"Give me your dirty love,
Like you might surrender to some dragon in your dreams.

Give me your dirty love,
Like a pink donation to the dragon in your dreams...

...The poodle bites! (come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it! (snap it!)
The poodle bites! (come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it! (snap it!)"

"Fucking Zappa always cracks me up! Poodle bites! What a sense of humor!"

It took several hours to get to the Skywalk and although not that far away, it was an indirect route over some snarky roads. But both of us wanted to do this and, like the rest of our trip, it was a case of what-the-hell-where-to-next. And I can tell you that we did it and we sent out postcards to prove it. It was an expensive ticket but the thrill of standing above the canyon and looking down was un-fucking-real. Amy grasped my hand tightly as we slowly strode around the big "U" shaped glass path overhanging the cliff. When we reached the center, we felt as though we were floating in space and it was a very cool experience. I suggested that maybe we should build one off the edge of the secret mountain lodge. Amy thought it unnecessary since all we had to do was have sex by the window and we were soaring. I nodded in complete agreement.

After walking Santo (and by the way, he doesn't care much for cliffs, canyons nor precipices - he likes the view but not the edge), we headed south to Peach Springs in order to pick up Route 66 to Kingman. Route 66 was like a road to nowhere that goes on forever. Sure, we passed some arcane gas stations and lots of interesting desert terrain, and a line of mail boxes that ran for a mile but it was fairly boring. Most of it looked like the Pixar film, Cars, only not as colorful until we approached Kingman. We stopped to take a picture of Amy standing by a big Route 66 sign. We stopped at a silly looking building and bought some Route 66 chachkes - key chains, a roach clip, a couple of t-shirts and some other crap that I can't remember but we seemed to be filling up a junk drawer in the trailer.

Catching 95 South to Lake Havasu City was a pretty fast trip. We parked near a good view of London Bridge and had lunch - the last of our refrigerated cache of Aspen's culinary delights. Santo liked this place and was more comfortable walking lakeside rather than precipice-side.

It would take us all afternoon to get to Palm Springs but that was our next stop. As we traveled through Havasu, Amy had a great Wi-Fi connection. I asked her to find an RV dealer in Palm Springs to have the trailer cleaned, lubed and tweaked while we were at the spa. She found a place and gave them a call. A few minutes later, she told me that everything was set; tomorrow, the dealership would meet me at the spa and take the trailer in exchange for a car. It sounded good to me.

"That works for me, A. I'm sure it costs a bit more for all the service, but I feel like pissing some away. You know, what the fuck, it's only a buck!"

"Davy, baby, don't worry about money, okay? We're both on this trip together and we're also both loaded, so who fucking cares. As I see it, we've saved a ton of money so far - and we bypassed Vegas!"

"God, do I hate Las Vegas - unless, of course, they book me there."

"I hate Las Vegas, too. I've never been there and don't ever want to go. I just hate the idea of it - so ersatz. It's creepy to me."

Havasu to I-10 was not that hard a ride and before long, we were passing Joshua Tree State Park. In honor of Gram Parsons, I pulled over and we sang "Hickory Wind", "Hot Burrito #2", and "Wild Horses." Santo did his business (symbolically, he put out Gram's immolation) and having fulfilled my mission to pay my respects, it was a jaunt up to The Rancho in Desert Hot Springs and the temporary end of our road for a few days.

We were greeted by several doormen who helped us unload our stuff. While we left a lot in the trailer, there were other items (computer, guitar, dog and food, etc.) we took with us. We checked in and were led to our suite, the best one in the place. This suite had a large second floor terrace with an interior daybed overlooking the facility, the gardens and the mountains. It was late at night by the time we checked in and the sky was breathtakingly covered in stars.

This resort was very luxurious, to say the least. It was highly recommended by Hotels.com and The New York Times and other travel and tourism sites and magazines. On our way to the suite, we passed several nude couples and we smiled at each other. The valet informed us that the pool and hot tub were open and, if we liked, we could stroll the gardens. We flopped on the king sized bed and stretched out. Santo found the couch to his liking. I set out his bowls and rinsed myself off in the huge multi-headed shower. Amy joined me and suggested we go for a dip and a tub to unwind. I agreed after smoking one of the half-joints we'd clinched.

Leaving Santo in the room was not a problem as he was stretched out and snoring away. Amy and I draped ourselves in the complimentary robes and sandals and left to reconnoiter. We walked through the desert gardens and marveled at the sky. We passed several nude couples and soon our robes were untied and, like us, hanging loose. The cool, dry night air felt good. We passed another couple sitting on a small platform doing the deed. At first, I took little notice but when Amy whispered that it was a well-known TV actress, I did a double-take. Damn, if she wasn't fine! I should start watching more TV! Not!

We made it over to the pool and took a few laps. There were a few other people in the pool and a very friendly attitude seemed pervasive. The hot tub was next and it removed any residual driving stress I might have been feeling. Finally, it was off to bed - a super king-sized bed with lots of room to roll around! Santo liked the bed, too, because, in the morning, he was down on the bottom, under our feet.

Breakfast and coffee were delivered as I was preparing to walk Santo. The Room Service valet offered to have someone come by to walk him for us. A few minutes later, a pretty woman came for him and introduced herself as Callie. She offered to stop by several times a day to take him out. When she returned from her walk, she asked if she could keep Santo with her and her own dog during the day. She explained that they really liked each other and it would be no big deal, that her dog would love the company and that the hotel had a private dog run to play in, with a shaded and watered area. I told her that I would bring Santo down to her office and we would check it out. Amy said that she would meet me at the spa as we had a massage appointment.

Enrobed, I walked Santo down to the main office. It seems that our dog walker was the daughter of the spa owners and they had built the dog facilities for their own pets. Callie, who actually ran the resort, was very gracious and welcoming to Santo who was busy sniffing her dog, Roxy. The dog run was as luxurious as the rest of the place with lots of shade and I agreed to let him stay there. He didn't even notice me leaving.

I met Amy at the spa entrance where she was in conversation with two other couples. Amy's robe was loose but they were nude and well-oiled. Breaking from them, we walked in.

"They said that our Tandem Massage will be awesome."

"Tandem massage?"

"Yes, we're both getting massaged together. And then after that, we have a yoga class and then lunch and then you can suntan and lay around while I get waxed. This stubble is starting to itch and bother me. I think I'll get rid of the landing strip, too.

"Ok, baby, lead me on. You know, I thought I had a rash on my face but now I realize what it was."

"Liar, liar, pants on fire."

We were taken to a quiet room that was open to the desert gardens. We tossed our robes on hooks and lay down on massage tables facing each other. The room smelled of lilacs and the sound of a waterfall outside made us both instantly relaxed. Hector and Julie entered the room. Hector was a strapping Latino with a powerful upper physique. Julie was a wiry Latina, very pretty and small featured. Both wore professional white - Hector in pants and Julie in pants and a bra.

"If you like, I will start on you, Mr. Harper and Julie will start on the lady. If you like, we can change places at any time. Our massage is a full and sensual massage and, again, if you like, you can always set the limits to whatever you are comfortable with, Many of our guests enjoy the full body massage."

"Take us where you want to go, Hector. We're putty in your hands."

"Very good, Sir."

Amy's head was about six inches from mine and we smiled at each other as their hands began to work our legs, backs and arms. After our fingers were stretched and kneaded, they rolled the tables apart and began on our necks, shoulders and heads. After finishing, they exchanged places. Julie went from my neck down to my toes. She dripped oil on my buttocks and began to work on them. The oil dripped down to my testicles. I heard Amy give out a sigh and I assumed the same was happening to her. Julie's hand slowly moved down between my butt cheeks and she massaged my rectum. I parted my legs to give her more access but she slapped my butt and asked me to roll over.

Julie had dropped her pants and was in a small white thong. Hector was also thonged and his dick was pushing against the small cloth front leaving a clear impression. He was obviously enjoying Amy's body. I rolled over sporting a woody and damn proud of it. Julie oiled me up and went back to work after rolling the table around so I could see Amy, with our faces opposite each other. Hector was working her legs and thighs and Amy's five o'clock shadowed mound looked tempting. Julie was moving around my body but just always missing my dick.

"Do you mind if we get nude, too," asked Hector.

"Not at all. Go for it," I mumbled.

Julie stripped down to her shaved pubes and small pointy-nipped tits. Hector was hanging to the side and rubbing Amy's chest. Amy's hand was already around his fat, uncircumcised cock. Julie rubbed my chest and then got onto the table above me where she proceeded to use her body as a massager. Her hard nipples brushed against my chest as my nipples hardened. She straddled me and my dick ran between her ass cheeks. My hand caressed her soft little ass. As I was just beginning to enjoy it, they traded places again.

Julie went right to work on Amy's breasts and seemed to take an extra delight in their heft. Meanwhile, Hector was oiling my crotch. With one hand, he rubbed and tweaked my nipples and with the other hand, he stroked my dick. Meanwhile, Amy was getting a similar treatment.

"Would you like me to finish you off, Sir?"

"Actually, no, Hector, if you will just rub me down again, that will be fine."

"Very good, Sir, your yoga class follows this. We will take you to it."

Amy didn't have the same choice as I watched Julie expertly finger her to a small orgasm. We lay limp as they sponge bathed us. Then we followed them to the yoga center. I went to tip Hector and he refused it saying that our suite included everything including a 25% gratuity for all services...and worth every penny.

The yoga room was already filled with people. We found a spot toward the back and sat down on mats fully prepared for the typical stretching exercises. An older woman, perhaps in her early seventies, with a gentle voice and demeanor walked to the front of the room.

"Hello everyone. My name is Lillian and I will be your instructor. Our exercises are designed to help you increase your stamina and your concentration during intimacy with your partner. If you feel uncomfortable in anything we do, you need not participate. However, I suggest you do participate because you will thank me later. First, we want to stretch the body and center the mind. If you will please remove your garments, you can hang them on the hooks along the wall."

As we started our stretching, I looked around the room and surveyed just how many good looking people were present, and there were quite a few. A couple of pleasingly pudgies but no fatties, a few with odd shapes and features but no creeps - in short, a pretty good looking bunch. I was distracted by the bodies around me as it is difficult to focus inwardly when you are gazing up someone's vagina as they bend over. The couple closest to me were young and in superb physical shape. Unfortunately, my mind was fondling with firm breasts.

Amy commented to me that she was having the same problem only with his nine-incher when Lillian asked for our attention.

"Now, I realize that most of you have never experienced group nude yoga and it must be very distracting for you to see all these beautiful bodies around you. So before we continue, I'd like to take a moment for you to meet each other. If we can go around the room and introduce ourselves, some of the self-consciousness and discomfort will disappear. You start."

We went around he room with each person identifying themselves and where they call home. As each person went in turn, all eyes were upon them and their bodies. After some nervousness, it did seem to relax everyone a bit. Then it was back to stretching. This went on for twenty minutes or so. By now, I'd stopped sneaking glances and was focused upon centering myself.

"Ok. very good. Now if you will all sit, please. This yoga class is part of your three-day schedule if you choose it to be. Each day, we will focus upon different sensual exercises. Today, I want to help you to focus on the sensuality of look and touch. Please sit opposite your partner and next to the nearest couple so that your knees just touch. That's right, form a long line. Good. Now concentrate on the sensation of the person in front of you...you feel their knees touching you, right?...Not pushing but just lightly touching...Now feel the sensation of the person on your left...good...now the person on your right...very good...now imagine all the knees in this room touching each other and feel the energy...close your eyes and feel the connection you share with those around you...now touch your fingertips to the fingertips of the person in front of you...very lightly...yes, that's good...breathe in that energy and breathe out...breathe in that energy and breathe out...very good...please continue."

This exercise graduated to holding hands and then to rotating to the left and then the right. Each time, the sensation of group energy seemed to increase. She broke us into smaller groups and had us sit in a circle. With our palms outward, she had us cross our arms and connect our palms to the person next to us. In order to do that, we had to make the circle tighter and so body parts sometimes got in the way but eventually, we completed the circle and sat there in a collective - breathing and feeling. It was very relaxing and, at the same time, powerfully sensual.

"All right. I want you all to break now. Go for lunch and whatever and I'll see you all back here at 3:30."

The crowd mingled for a few minutes and then broke for lunch. Amy and I returned to our suite and filled out our meal requests. There were a few notes: our trailer had been picked up and a red Prius was out in the lot for us; Callie wrote that Santo was fine and there was a note from someone named Mark. It read, "I saw you earlier and while you probably don't remember me, I played violin on one of your early recordings. It's a pleasure to see you again and I'll introduce myself at the pool."

I opened the laptop and checked my email which was full of comments about the YouTube video. I checked YouTube and the count was over 35,000 views. There were lots of positive comments, too, as well as more pleas from the business suit side which I skipped over. Danny wrote that he would tend to the suits for me. Lunch arrived at about the same time Denis and Carla walked over to our terrace. Like us, they were nude.

"Hiya guys. When did you get in?"

"About two hours ago. This place is great. We've been surveying the facilities."

"Denis, are you feeling self-conscious?"

"At first, Davy, but not anymore. I like walking around naked and seeing all the other naked people, too. You were right, Amy, it is very liberating. We played some touchy-feely with another couple in the pool."

We sat and chatted about the Skywalk and the ride to the resort. Amy asked Carla to join her at the spa for a wax and she agreed. They left and said they would meet us by the pool. Denis and I shared a nicely rolled number and talked about the freedom and luxury of the place. He was glad we had talked them into coming. Their smaller suite was right next to ours and had an adjoining door which we unlocked. Denis turned to me and touched my chest. Electricity flowed between us and he asked if I would be interested in a little sex before the pool. I thanked him but told him that I preferred to play with Amy present. I told him not to worry as we would play later which seemed to satisfy his urge. We headed over to the pool and lay down on lounges. The sun was strong and the air was warm and dry and it felt damned good. After a few minutes, a young woman came by and asked if we would like some sunblock. She rubbed sunblock all over us leaving nothing uncovered. "Nice touch," I thought to myself. A few minutes later, another young woman asked if we would like something from the bar. As I sipped my banana colada, I watched as nubile people frolicked and splashed.

After a while, the sun became too much for us and we moved into the shade. A tall thin man with wiry hair approached me, "Davy Harper, right?"

"Yes. Hello. Mark O'Flannery, right? Long time, man, long time. How are you?"

"I'm great, Davy. It's great to see you again. It's nice to hear your music again. I caught that YouTube clip from Aspen, it's all the talk in L.A. these days."

"Thanks, Mark. That was a fun night."

We talked about the resort. He and his wife, Deb, were frequent guests as it was a good escape from their home in Laurel Canyon. Mark had plenty of session work and had become one of L.A. most wanted players as well as a recording artist in his own right. Denis asked him about the kind of sex that goes on at the resort. Mark explained that, during the week, most of it goes on after dinner, after the day-tripping people leave. The weekends, he said, were very intense with lots of people. He preferred the place during the week when it was quieter and more laid back. We sat and shmoozed for a while and Mark pointed out all the celebrities in attendance. I pointed out that it was easy to miss them as you don't look at their faces. Finally, we saw Amy, Carla and another woman, small, blond and stacked, walking toward us.

"I see that Deb has made the acquaintance of your wives."

Oh, no, Amy and I aren't married but we are 'significant'," I responded.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 07



The three stood in front of us wrapped in their white robes. "Ok, boys, you ready?" They removed their robes and stood naked and smooth in front of us. I ran my hands up Amy's legs, "Mmmm, nice and smooth." I cupped her vagina, "Mmmm, mmmm, mmm." The other women were getting the same treatment. Carla turned to me and asked me to cop a feel. I ran my hands along her legs, I cupped her vagina and I ran finger along her slit and then into my mouth. We ordered more drinks and the six of us chatted away.

"Might you be up to jam later?" asked Mark.

"Sure. When?"

"Maybe right after dinner - by the fire pit?"

"Good. I'm in."

Soon, it was time to return to our yoga session with Denis and Carla in tow. The session started the same way, with stretching and breathing exercises. This time, we were asked to create group hugs. Lillian sat up on a table and began to speak. She was naked as well and it was somewhat disconcerting to stare into her pussy.

"I want to talk about sensuality for a few minutes...sensuality is something that you exude, it comes from within...it is not just the yoni and lingum which exude this, it is your entire body, mind and soul, it is a totality. Bringing on an orgasm is a wonderful experience however the trip there can be even better than the orgasm itself. It can create very powerful energy. I am going to teach you some techniques to increase your perception of your own sensuality. Are there any people here who feel that they have a problem getting in touch with their sensual side?"

A few people raised their hands and Lillian brought them to the front, four women and five men.

"Ok, I want you to pair up but not with your mate. Stand and face each other. Come here, you're my partner for this experiment. Now I want you all to close your eyes and extend your fingertips to the other person's face. I want you to lightly trace your fingertips around their features...now doesn't that feel nice? Ok, keep doing it for another minute. Good...Ok, now I want to take it a step further. Keep your eyes closed. Reach across to your partner and lightly, with your fingertips, touch the other person's breasts. Did you feel that charge? That's what we are seeking, that sensitivity of touch and the response of your nerve endings...We want to understand that our entire body is a sensory organ. Ok, with that in mind, I want you to go back to the person's face and lightly, with just the tips of your fingers, retrace their features. Good..yes...that's right. Ok, now drop your hands and open your eyes. Did the fingertips feel different this time...perhaps a bit more sensual? I know that is the case because...here, take a deep cleansing breath through your nose. Now exhale. Now do it again. Do you smell that? That is the scent of your bodies releasing pheromones as a reaction to your touch. Do you see the connection. Do you feel it? You may all sit down now...Your body is one huge sensitive organ...not just your sexual parts...but the whole totality of your body. Turning the whole body on like this will relieve any stress in your chakras and open you up to increased sensuality. Now if everybody will please stand up and face your partner."

Lillian led us through some stretching and touching exercises. Soon the entire room smelled of sex. Finally, she requested that we sit facing each other with the male wrapping his legs around the females' butt and the female placing her legs over the males' thighs. She asked us to get close enough so that our privates touched and then back off so there is a slight space between us. She guided us through more breathing and touching and ended with a quiet meditation.

"Now I want you to practice this tonight, either together or in small groups. I call it the "couple's position" and it is something you should become familiar with. You have your homework and I'll see all of you tomorrow morning."

We headed for the pool as Carla and Amy joked about how damp they were. I was feeling very relaxed and I fell asleep for a little while. Amy woke me and said that she and the others were horny and was I interested in going back to the room. In short order, we were all sitting on the bed and smoking a joint. Carla said that she wanted to continue Lillian's lesson and sat in front of me, wrapping her legs over my thighs. Amy did the same to Denis. Very quietly, we touched and lightly caressed each other. Carla's fingertips grazed my glans and down my penis which was now quite erect. I ran my fingernail along her slit and was greeting with sopping lips. I pulled her closer to me and my penis easily slipped into her. He held each other closely and lightly rocked. It was quiet in the room as we controlled our breathing. I felt Amy grab my arm for balance as she teetered onto Denis. After a few minutes, we broke and changed partners.

Carla smiled devilishly and said, "I want you to taste my smooth chooch. Feel how soft it is." I did as I was told.

"Now, change. Denis, you taste me." Carla's pussy tasted and smelled different - a little funkier - but the softness of her vulva felt more than fine.

"Nice," said Amy, "now me - and then I have to fuck my man." Amy took a long lick provoking a deep sigh from Carla.

She then got into the 'couple's position' and we began to rock back and forth, controlling our breath. My hands pulled her into me and we clutched each other as we rocked. Denis had Carla in the doggie position as he pumped his cock into her. Carla was growling and moaning as she pushed against him - she was getting seriously fucked and loving it.

"You feel like a glove...like a second skin, I just love the way you feel."

"Mmmm, I know...I like this position, it makes me feel full."

We began to rock a little further and it made us both laugh, it was a giddy fun. It distracted Denis and Carla who stopped to watch us. Carla placed her fingers at our point of juncture and rubbed us which only made us giggle more. Denis stood up on the bed and placed his cock between our mouths. Amy and I shared his lollipop with long lips strokes culminating with our tongue kisses at his tip. Denis was dripping pre-cum and warning us that he was cumming. Carla came around the opposite side and placed the tip in her mouth. That was it for him as he started shooting his semen on her outstretched tongue. Amy and I shared a kiss with her and licked her lips.

"Oh man, that was totally awesome," Denis declared, "that was like...like fireworks...a Grucci show...on the East River...Fourth of July...only better."

"Now me," said Carla as she lay down. Amy and I pulled her legs apart and, like kittens, licked her up the inside of her thighs, taking turns on her pussy. Denis drew fingernail circles around her nipples. Amy and I replaced our tongues with our fingers as we kissed and shared her juice. She rolled onto all fours into the doggie-style again. Amy crawled beneath her into a 69 as I plowed her soft twat. Like Amy, this is one of my favorite positions and, true to form, Amy could not get enough of the both of us. Amy squirmed around as Denis went down on her. Carla was so wet and slippery that I kept falling out so I rubbed my taut helmet against her pucker and was surprised at how easily I slipped in. Once in, I marveled at how tight this hole was and I increased my pumping. Amy and Carla were now deep in orgasmic throes and as Carla came, her sphincter squeezed my cock again and again until she expelled me and came. They both came in a tumble of skin, grunts and heavy breathing.

I got up to take a leak and wash myself off. When I returned, I was surprised to see Callie, Santo and Roxy standing in the room.

"He's just the best, Mr. Harper...and I apologize for disturbing you."

She stood there naked and holding two leashes. My eyes traveled over her body and the small rose tattoos, one on her back shoulder and one near her shaved puss. My dick rose to the sight.

"Please, call me Davy. Would you care to join us, Callie?"

"Yes, I certainly would but I only play with my hubby, Tony, present. Perhaps later? How does that sound? Maybe I can show the ladies the new Sybian we got yesterday. It's still in the box and needs to be broken in. What do you say, girls?"

"Ooh, I'm game," said Amy, "Davy told me all about his experience with a Sybian in Missouri and I'm curious."

"What is a Sybian?" asked Carla.

"It's an amazing fuck machine," said Amy, "and it's supposed to give you the orgasm to end all orgasms..."

"Supposedly, it's like being on a bronco machine - only much much better."

"Okay, Callie, we're hooked. Meet us after dinner at the fire pit. Davy and Mark are going to jam for us."

"See you there," Callie said on her way out.

"And now, how 'bout I make my man cum?" Amy suggested as she rubbed my balls. "Come here, baby, and lay down."

I lay down as six hands began their tour of my body. I closed my eyes and allowed the myriad sensations to lift me. Hands traveled around me and turned me on. Three tongues now slurped on my tool but soon, one mouth started in to suck me. I looked down and Carla was gently pushing Denis's head up and down. Amy leaned down and we softly kissed and licked each other's lips.

"Ugh...Denis, you're making me cum...I'm gonna..."

Shoot, I did and he sucked up every drop. He looked up at me, smiling. "My first swallow," he giddily exclaimed. I pulled them all onto me and the four of us lay quietly satiated in a group hug. Then we all got up and walked out the terrace right into the hot tub. Long afternoon shadows were now enveloping the resort and evening was coming on. A cute young couple joined us in the tub and we made some small talk for a few minutes until they started to play with each other. At that point, we left the tub and went to our rooms. I got a call from room service asking if we would like our dinner served. Amy selected the menu while I got down on the floor and played with Santo, giving him his favorite belly scratch. He responded by sloppily tongue-washing my face.

The waiter arrived with our dinner which was a perfect Salmon Steak prepared with a light meuniere sauce. It went nicely with the Sangiovese. As we dined, the waiter outlined the evening's schedule.

"After dinner, you are invited to an impromptu jam session around the fire pit with singer/songwriter Davy Harper and violinist, Mark O'Flannery..."

Amy and I cracked up and had to explain to the waiter that we were not laughing at him. I commented that what started out as a little music between friends was now a concert performance with no set list.

The waiter continued, "After that, you are invited to the club for an amateur pole dancing contest."

This brought a twinkle to Amy's eyes.

"Oh, I see...I bet that another one of your skills is that you are a pole dancer, right?"

"You'll just have to wait and see, loverboy!"

We took a quick mineral water shower and dressed. I wore a loose pair of shorts and a resort t-shirt. Amy wore a skimpy little blue bra and a tiny blue pareu. It was partially see-through and a pleasure to ogle when she sat down. I grabbed my axe and we walked over to the fire pit where we met Mark and Deb, who were also walking in. We were both surprised to see a crowd of about 100 already there. A fellow named Lewis asked us if he could jam on harmonica and, naturally, we agreed.

Mark and I talked about where to start and what to play but he suggested I just call out the song and the key and he would find his way in. I noticed that the crowd had grown and I thought to myself that nearly all the guests and some of the staff were there. I saw Denis and Carla in front, Callie toward the back and lots of eager faces in-between.

"Thank you all for coming. I must tell you that Mark and I are surprised to see you here since we just intended to play a little bit with each other. We have no repertoire and no set list. The last time we played together was over thirty years ago...(the audience gasped). Lewis here asked to jam and we've never played with him. My partner, Amy, might add some harmony, too. So now you know what the thing of this gig is all about...Driving here, on the way to the resort, Amy and I passed Joshua Tree State Park and we sang some songs in memory of Gram Parsons. We'd like to warm up with one of them, "Hot Burrito #1" (to the band) in B flat, okay?"

"You may be sweet and nice,
But that won't keep you warm at night,
Cause I'm the one who showed you how to do the things you're doing now,
He may feel all your charms,
He may hold you in his arms,
But I'm the one who let you in,
I was right beside you then..."

Amy jumped into the chorus and Mark added a perfect break.

"Once upon a time you let me feel you deep inside,
And nobody knew and nobody saw,
Do you remember the way you cried.

I'm your toy I'm your old boy
But I don't want no-one but you
To love me no I wouldn't lie
You know I'm that kind of guy."

Lewis brought his soulful harmonica in at the end and we walked out of the song smiling broadly. The audience gave us a very rousing welcome. We all beamed at each other.

"I don't know about you folks but I will tell you that I enjoyed that...a lot! Hey Mark! Thirty years, huh? It feels like yesterday. Now that we have warmed our voices, let's loosen up our chops. "I've Been Working"...Van Morrison? in A?"

"I said, 'Woman, woman, woman, woman,
You make me feel so good.'
'Woman, woman, woman, woman,
You make me feel so fine.'
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright..."

Someone in the audience turned a small trash can over and deftly pounded out a groove. Each of us stretched out and had fun, even dancing around. We ended the song on the dot. We knew we were in a cool pocket and we dug it as did the audience. Over the applause, there were calls for some of my older songs. I looked to Mark and Lewis and they nodded their approval.

"It's been some time since I sang my old songs. I'm surprised that any of you even remember them. I hope I do, too! I sang some last week up in Aspen and it felt good so I think I'll give it another shot. Let's keep the groove going. This one is called "Sally Take A Ride"...keep it in A." I felt a wave of recognition pass through the crowd. As I was ending it, I turned to Mark and said, "...right into "Mighty Fine"...in A, modulate into the bridge with an F Sharp" and he nodded in understanding. We walked into "Mighty Fine" and another wave of recognition passed, this time greeted with loud applause. Again, Mark, Amy and Lewis were there and on the money. Damn if it didn't feel fine.

I turned it over to Mark, who introduced a medley of American jigs and reels that he had recorded with Yo-Yo Ma. Mostly, it was a solo effort until he segued into "Yankee's Revenge" and I began to pick a counter rhythm, we met at the end and walked right into "Turkey In The Straw" and out. The crowd roared appreciating his virtuosity. We turned to Lewis and he asked for a G blues. He started a Muddy Waters rhythm and let him ride until the end of the first verse, then we jumped in and laid down a funky bed. Lewis was good, very good and he reminded me of Butter, a miserable and obnoxious son-of-a-bitch who could play like an angel so long as you kept the cocaine from him and yes, I miss him dearly. Now, I was deep in Lewis's blues groove and it felt good. We pounded it out and now I sensed that we owned the audience. I turned to Amy for a song.

"For my song, I want you to surprise me, Davy. Play me something."

I thought for a moment. "Hey Amy, I've got a song that Woody Guthrie wrote about me long before I was born. It's called "Gypsy Davy". It's one of the first songs I ever learned." I began to pick.

"It was late last night when the boss come home,
Askin' about his lady,
The only answer he received, "she's gone with the
Gypsy Davy, gone with the gypsy Davy..."

Mark and Lewis played an English folky Fairport Convention kind of backing. Our garbage pail drummer kept it rolling with a sort of Morris Dance feel. Amy and the others were enrapt. I was pleased to be holding their attention with this obscure tune.

"There in the light of the camping fire,
I saw her fair face beaming,
Her heart in tune with the big guitar
And the voice of the gypsy singing,
That song of the gypsy Davy..."

Amy was now humming a harmony.

"No, I won't take off my buskin' gloves,
They're made of Spanish leather,
I'll go my way from day to day,
And sing with the gypsy Davy,
That song of the gypsy Davy,
That song of the gypsy Davy"

We gave the song a big a cappella finish in four-part vocal harmony. While the crowd applauded, we laughed and slapped five. A wave of slight weariness seemed to pass among us.

"I have to thank you folks for your support tonight. It feels great playing with these guys. I'm loving it and I'm sure they are, too. But we're kind of beat - you know it takes a lot of hard work to walk around this place naked all day! Also, my eyes hurt from all the...uh...sun. (laughter) Only now, I don't know what to play." Someone yelled out "The Aspen Song" which received some applause. I looked to Mark and he nodded. "In B flat...Amy and I wrote this and the next day performed it at the Woody Creek Tavern just outside of Aspen. Somehow, a video of it turned up on YouTube and it's becoming viral. It's called "In The Key of Me" but everyone seems to call it "The Aspen Song." You can call it whatever you like so long as you remember it. That will suffice. We're going to see if it works tonight."

"If I am circling with the hawks high up in the air, I know I'm there,
If I'm in the redwood tub all naked and bare, I know I'm there,
If I'm at Woody Creek Tavern eating fish tacos, medium rare, I know I'm there,
There must be something in the water, I think you'll agree,
Something that makes everyone so happy and free,
That something is In The Key of Me."

Mark took a break with a waltz beat. Amy and I looked at each other in blissful wonder - what a great beat. The song ended with a fiddle sound close to a Cajun waltz and lots of smiles.

"That's it, fellow sybarites. Thanks for coming. Thanks for your vibe."

The audience would not let us go without one more.

"Ok, ok. I have one more and then we're outta here because there's a pole dancing contest in the club that I have to see. First, I need to wet my whistle. Can I get a glass of water?"

I turned to Mark and Lewis and asked if they knew John Sebastian's song, "Amy's Tune." Lewis brightened immediately and said it was one of his favorite harmonica tunes. Mark wasn't so sure about it but I knew he'd find his way. I took a few sips of water and addressed the crowd.

"Now this song was written by an old friend of mine. I dedicate this song to the woman with the best heart and the best mind I know...and she also has great tits and an ice-cream ass. Here's to you, darlin'. It's called "Amy's Tune."

I started to play the intro and Lewis picked up the melody and it sounded great. Mark came in at the bridge and played a solo that sounded like the ghost of Stephane Grappelli. As we closed out the song, we let Lewis play the final phrase alone and then we joined him in the final chord. The applause was considerable and strong. We bowed and applauded the audience and then hugged each other. We pulled our garbage can drummer over and hugged him, too. We shared that wonderful feeling of having played a very fine set.

"Davy, that was immensely satisfying. We must do this again. Are you going into the studio anytime soon...because I want to be there."

"Mark, let me have your contacts because I don't know yet. Jimmy Buffett wants to do something but we haven't firmed anything up yet."

"Great. Let him know I'm on board, will you? I've played with him and loved every minute."

"Of course, I will. I loved this. We all melded so well...and you, Lewis, you were great. I want your contacts, too. I love your tone...somewhere between Larry Adler and Paul Butterfield."




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 07



"I used to play but now it's only for my grandkids. But you made me feel rejuvenated, Davy, and I feel wonderful right now. I'd play with you anytime, man. You give off the best vibe."

We were surrounded by people wanting autographs and I needed Amy and Deb to get us out of there. We went to put away our instruments and agreed to meet at the club. Denis and Carla joined us in our room and popped a bottle of champagne. They were bubbling as much as the bubbly.

"Oh, man. That was great. Totally awesome. What a show." I felt my post-performance crash coming on and flopped down in a chair. There was a knock on the door and Amy opened it for Callie and her husband, Tony. Santo saw her and started to happily jump around.

"Davy, Amy...this is my husband, Anthony." We shook hands and I introduced them to Denis and Carla.

"Call me Tony, please...I just want to tell you, on behalf of the management, that tonight's show was one of the most memorable events we've ever had here at the resort. I cannot thank you enough. It was great!"

Denis started passing joints. It was just what I needed to remove that post-performance edge I get.

"I can't believe that you can just pick up instruments and make it sound like you've been together forever. That is really remarkable."

"Those guys were so good. It was a real pleasure as well as some incredible luck. I guess the vibe was right," I explained.

"No, there was no luck there, Davy. You seemed as comfortable as a pair of old shoes. There seemed to be no effort at all!"

"Well, like I say, it's not work. It really is pleasure to play music. It wasn't always like that but you can thank Amy. I sure do."

"Amy accepts your thanks, loverboy, now let's go to the club. There's a pole I want to ride!" She slipped on a blue thong to match her bra.

"Like I haven't heard that before!"

Callie added, "After we do the pole, are you guys still interested in the Sybian?"

Amy and Carla's eyes widened. "Oh, I forgot all about that! Yes, let's do it!"

We walked out the terrace right into the club which was just across the plaza. It was rocking inside and it was crowded. There was a lot of backslapping and even more autographs to sign. Mark and Deb walked over and I introduced them all around. We sat at a reserved table near the front and as soon as we were seated a deejay announced the contest. Any woman who wanted to participate had to go to the deejay booth and sign up. The women got up except for Carla. Amy grabbed her hand and pulled her along ignoring her protests.

We sat and watched as woman after woman got up to dance. None of them were particularly very good at it but the eye candy appeal was great. Callie was announced and with a dancer's body, she turned up the heat. Deb was next and she, too, knew how to work the pole. Carla followed and she did a credible job for someone inexperienced with pole dancing. Amy was next and she requested a particular song, Madonna's "Like A Virgin". Needless to say, my Amy was spectacular. She had all the moves down. Midway through the song, she stripped off her bra and threw it on my face to loud clapping. Clad in her thong, she whirled around the pole and ended the song hanging upside down. The place went nuts and as she approached the table, we gave her a standing ovation.

"All those workouts finally paid off!," she laughed. "I've been doing pole dancing at the health club for a couple of years. I makes me feel so naughty!"

"You looked it, babe!"

The contestants went on for another half and hour and while some were good, nobody could come close to Amy. She won a bag full of sex-toy goodies. With the contest ended, music played and many couples started to dance, some of them nude. That was when Callie took our hands and steered us to a private room off to the side. Tony popped another bottle of champagne and Denis lit another doober. The room was dimly lit but there in the center was a brand new Sybian sitting on a thick pile rug over a mat, it's attachments in a disinfectant tank and the empty shipping carton off to the side.

"I hope you don't mind but I want to ride it first. I've been trying to buy this for over a year. Can you believe there's a wait list for one?" The other woman walked around it and examined it. "Let me show you how it works. Basically, you pick out an attachment...let's see...I'll take this one (it was about 8" long and slightly curved)...you put it over this stalk. This controls the speed and the motion and then you straddle it and go for a thrill ride." She pulled off her miniskirt and lowered her bare twat onto the dildo. Then she turned it on "low". Immediately, she grinned and let out a gasp. Turning to Tony, she winked and said, "You can do a lot of things, baby, but you can't do this!" She picked up the speed a little and turned on the motion control which almost threw her off the machine. She eased up on the control and began to rock with it.

"Oh, oh...oh my goodness." Her hands gripped her small breasts and she glazed over. After a coupe of minutes, she upped the speed again and increased the motion. Now she was making incoherent sounds and pinching her nipples.

"Oh my, that looks like fun - weird but fun," said Deb and the others agreed. We men were silently stroking ourselves.

"Unhhh,unhhh...omigod, omigod. Tony, come here." Tony quickly moved to her and held her shoulders while she ripped off his shorts. His cock was as hard as granite and about 10" long. Callie quickly stuffed it into her mouth. Her orgasm was coming and her cries were stifled by his slab of meat. She squirmed and wiggled as the Sybian brought her over the edge. Finally, she collapsed on top of it and turned it off. She was panting and holding on to Tony.

"Wow!" went around the room. She slowly dismounted and looked up, "Who's next?". She rolled over onto the carpeted floor in a satiated heap.

Deb asked if she could go next and she took off the dripping attachment and tossed it into the disinfectant. She selected one with three sections, a nub for her clit, a 6" dildo and a small round ball for her ass. She fitted it onto the machine, lubed it and then squatted over it. We watched intently as she slowly slid it into her pussy. She turned the speed on low and then a broad grin filled her face. She placed the motion control on low and it made a different sound, you could tell it was pumping up and down. Her nipples popped right out.

By now, we were all naked. I was trying not to pump my dick too much as I watched Deb, who was in thrall. As she increased the motion and the speed, she leaned into the clit nub. After a minute of this, she rocked back onto the ass ball and let out a long deep growl.

"Mark," she cried out, "come on me...come all over me." Mark stood in front of her and began to seriously jerk off. Callie had now recovered and was rocking on Tony's cock. She was very vocal about it, too. "Fuck me with your big hard cock...fuck me, T-bone!" and to Deb, "Ride it girl, ride that monster." and to Mark, "Splash her face with your cum...cum on her...I want to see you cum."

Deb started to shake and writhe about. Her breasts looked as though they would burst. Mark started shooting strings of white ropes of cum on her face and on her breasts. Some of us were cheering him on. Deb leaned forward on the clit nub and let out a long groan until she, too, collapsed on it. Then she rolled over onto the floor and fell into Callie, who hugged her and helped her calm down. Callie wiped Mark's cum onto her finger and fed it to Deb. She took a little taste, too.

Carla was next. She selected a two-part attachment with a 5" dildo that was fatter and sort of triangularly conical. It had a long scooped cup that fit over her clit and her slit. She slowly and carefully lubed it up and slid down upon it. "Mmmm...this feels good already." Then she turned it on and her eyes bugged out. "Jesus, it's touching my G-spot. Oh, God it feels so good...it feels so good." She immediately turned up the speed and control and began to ride it like a bronco. "Oh God...ride 'em cowgirl!" She held on for dear life as the machine pounded her cunt. You could hear her pussy squishing against it and making farting sounds as it moved around her walls. "Help me...hold me up...somebody." Amy and Denis moved to her sides and held her in place as she shrieked away on her wild ride. "Shit! Shit! Fuck!" Amy leaned over and squeezed her breast, Carla clamped her hand over Amy's hand. Denis took the cue and pulled on her nipple. "Yes! Fuck yes!....Yessssss! Omigod! I'm squirting! Omigod! Move over Deb, here I come." and she pulled up off the dildo which let out a loud pop and then a flood of pussy juice (and I do mean a flood!) poured out of her. She moaned and rolled off the Sybian into Deb's arms, utterly spent.

"They're dropping like flies," I remarked with subdued awe.

Mark looked at Carla and dryly commented, "Okay, Miss Pole Dancer, let me see your license and registration."

Everybody including Carla laughed although it seemed like more of an effort for Carla who was still panting. Comments flew around the room. "Denis, your days are numbered!" and "Denis, don't ever let her behind the wheel." and "You ever think of professional rodeo?". Amy and Denis took a towel and dried off the machine, Naturally, Denis placed the dildo into his mouth and sucked on it to hearty applause. Amy looked through the attachments and selected the long one that Callie first used. She fastened it onto the Sybian and walked over to me.

"Lube me up, Big Boy!"

"Gee, nobody's ever said that to me before."

I licked her pussy and liberally soaked it up. She patted my head and turned back to the machine. Squatting slowly, she inserted the dildo into her freshly waxed woofer. She looked at Callie and Tony and wondered if they were insured. Then she turned it on "low" and promptly let out an "ooof."

"This is nice. I like how it moves around inside. It tickles a little." She turned it up just a bit. "No, it tickles a lot!" She increased the motion and it caused her to lean forward and push her hands onto the saddle to balance herself. "Oh dear, that is something else."

She closed her eyes and went with it, riding it and running her hands up and down her body. "Davy, come here and feel this. Play with my clittie." I did as I was told and felt the hum, the buzz and the motion through her clit. Her clit, meanwhile, was as hard as I have ever felt it. "Hold me, Davy, I'm going to tune it up." She increased the speed and the motion and now I could sense her vaginal walls trembling. I ran my other hand around her ass and ran a finger into her tight pucker. She whooped in response. "I need more hands on me." Everyone gathered around her and began to touch and caress her, fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples. Tony moved my hand from her butt and replaced my finger with his. Callie rubbed her nipples around Amy's face. Amy's eyes were closed, she seemed quietly determined. The entire room was quiet as we all felt her up and played with her. She started in to moan and her eyelids fluttered. Oddly enough, she was quieter than I expected. I figured that the Sybian would make her scream but I was surprisingly wrong.

I could tell when her orgasm was approaching by the fluttering of her eyelids and the trembling of her shoulders. She seemed to be absorbing the experience internally but I saw the signs. She threw her head back and let out a low growl followed by a low moan that didn't seem to end. She pushed her pelvis down on the machine and started to shiver. She was close. The others sensed it too and gave her space. And then it came accompanied by a louder moan that seemed to rise into keening, her body began to slap at the machine and finally she arched her back and let the laughter out. It was a long and powerful orgasm and when it peaked, she couldn't catch her breath between the laughs. She stopped the machine and continued to shake accompanied by deep-throated laughter. She lifted her vagina off the dildo and rolled into my arms. I held her until she recovered.

"That was some experience, let me tell you," she finally uttered in joy, "I think I prefer my Davy but that certainly was a thrill ride. They should make that an accessory for cars - autofuck!"

We all laid around on each other and joked about the machine. All of the guys were envious that there was no male attachments unless, of course, one considered it for anal pleasure. I chose to pass on that as did the others - with the exception of Tony who said that his day was coming. We gathered what little we had and left to go back to our rooms. None of us had any steam left and sleep sure looked good.

"Tomorrow night, Tony and I are having a little party and all of you are invited. Every now and then, we invite some of our best guests for a little orgy at our place and we have some fun. I'll see all of you tomorrow. Good night, fellow cumsluts!"

Santo greeted us with the usual kisses and yipping around. Five minutes later, we were all asleep on the big bed.

In the morning, Amy and I had a leisurely breakfast. Callie stopped by to get Santo just as we were heading for our yoga class. The day's schedule looked to be similar to the one before - sybaritic, hedonistic and utterly indulgent.

Today's class focused on prolonging ecstasy. After stretching, Lillian commented on how much she enjoyed the prior night's jam and she selected Amy and I as her example couple. She placed us on the large table in the center of the room and we got into the couple's position with Amy's legs over my thighs. I was not hard at all and most likely that was due to fatigue. Once we were mentally at peace and physically centered, Lillian showed us some exercises on how to increase our sexual excitement and then back off. We did this several times and each time, I seemed to become more excited and erect. Finally, with just a few minutes left to the class, she allowed Amy to climb onto my dick but Lillian stopped the lesson just as we (and everyone else) were getting serious.

"Good. Excellent. Now I know that you are all ready to consummate but not now. Later, when you try this, you will see that you can do these exercises longer and longer each time and when you do finally consummate, it will be very, very powerful. It is not as disciplined as Tantric Yoga but it has a similar affect - maximal enjoyment. I will see you all later this afternoon."

We got off the table and Lillian thanked us for being perfect models. She said that she had observed that we were very in tune with each other. She also said that while we sang at the jam, we gave off a very sensuous aura. We thanked her for the lovely compliments and headed directly for the pool to cool down. Under the shade, we both napped until a staff member woke us to ask if we would like lunch by the pool. Mark waved to us and came over with a margarita in hand.

"Deb is recovering from last night by having a spa day, so I'm just loafing around."

"I'll be joining her after lunch, " said Amy, "it seems to be a perfect afternoon for that." She pointed to the sky and it looked like rain was on the way.

"That was some night," opined Mark, "good music, great sex...are you two ready for tonight?"

"What could be so special about tonight?" Amy inquired.

"Well, to start with, Callie and Tony throw a great party. They pretty much run this place and if they like you, you're as good as gold...and they like you."

"To be honest with you, Mark, I wouldn't mind snuggling with my honey tonight. I have a bunch of things on my mind plus I think my pussy is sore. Also, I'm not feeling so good today."

"So you think about them all day and then rest up. Tonight will be a blast, you'll see."

"You amaze me, Mark, in that you're a frequent guest here. You must have some stamina."

"Yeah...well...you know...I like getting high. I like being naked. I love to fuck, I love Deb...and so, every now and then, it's a great pressure release from L.A. Deb and I return ready to take on the world again. This place is a great outlet if you can afford it and fortunately, we can. I certainly don't mind getting primal and indulging myself on occasion."

"Yes, I can see that."

"Me, too," added Amy, "I like the complete hedonism of the place. If I could spend 51 weeks of the year with Davy and 1 week here, I could handle that." She pushed her salad away. "And now, boys, I leave you to yourselves while I go for a facial - and no, not the kind that you two are imagining!"

"Enjoy it, luv. Hey, Mark, let's go over to my room and smoke a jay, waddya say?" Mark and I wandered over to the room and lit one up.

"So, Davy, are you going to come back into the biz? You're on a roll, you know, and you should run with it."

"I don't know about that, Mark. I'm enjoying the music again but I don't know how much I would enjoy the business. If I could play small rooms now and then, I wouldn't mind. But, to be honest, in this day and age, I don't know about selling records or playing big venues. It's a different game today and I don't know if I want to play."

"Do me this, okay? Talk to Jimmy and see what he has to say and then talk to my guy in L.A., he handles artists who do what they want to do and not the other way around. He works with Ry Cooder and Jesse Winchester and Allan Toussaint and people like that. I think you would fit right into that crowd."

"I only wish..."

"No, I'm serious. You connect to audiences...always did. Your catalog still has legs. Let me ask you this; when was the last time you got a royalty check?"

"Hahaha,  a royalty check! I get little checks now and again. I think Warners is still charging me for studio time! In fact, the last time I got a royalty check, I bought Shadow Morton lunch. He's still waiting for Shangri-Las money!"

"Just keep an open mind is all I'm saying."

The phone rang. It was the RV dealer asking if I could come by tomorrow. A few minutes later, Callie called and said that Santo seemed to be feeling down and could I come by. Mark and I were buzzed but somehow we made it to Callie's office. Santo was out in the dog run just sitting in the shade.

"He's not as playful or as responsive as he was yesterday," Callie told me. "He doesn't seem with it."

As soon as we walked out to the run, Santo saw me, jumped up and ran over to me. He was making little whimpering noises. I scratched his head as he licked me. "Are you missing me, buddy? Do you want to go for a walk?"

I leashed him and we walked the long perimeter of the resort. He seemed perfectly fine to me and I think he just missed me or perhaps thought I had abandoned him. When we returned to Callie's office, I told her that he was okay and that I would take him back to the room.

We got back to the room and relit the joint. I scratched Santo's belly and he was very happy. He wouldn't leave my side.

"So when are you leaving here? You're going to L.A. next, right?" Mark inquired.

"Yup, that's the plan. We'll probably leave tomorrow or early the next day - depends on Amy and the RV. I have a plan in my mind to terrorize the record company and my publisher."

"Good. They need some heavy whoop-ass. We're leaving tomorrow but I'm going to make you an offer. I'm playing a very cool show on Saturday night. It's a fundraiser for the Greater Los Angeles Food Pantry and I do it every year. I'm on the Board of Directors. Will you come by and we'll do a number together? I'll email you the particulars."

"Sure, dude. It's a worthy cause. I'll do it."

"Great. Want to hit the hot tub for a little while. I think that's about all the time we have before the rain hits." Sure enough, the clouds were approaching and the mountains were already veiled.

With Santo in tow, we slid into the warm bubbling water. There were two women in the tub and they were deep in conversation. What caught my eye was their stupendously large breasts bouncing off each other as they spoke. Santo lay down right behind my head and soon he was snoring. After about fifteen minutes of this, we bid goodbye to Mark and headed back to the room. I hit the bed hard and was in peaceful slumber within moments.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 07



The phone woke me. It was Amy asking me if I was going to attend the afternoon yoga class. I shook myself awake, put out some water and food for Santo, gave him a little kiss and headed down to the class which had just started when I walked in.

Lillian was passing out blindfolds to each person. I found my spot next to Amy and put it over my eyes.

"Now, I am going to give each one of you an orange. I want you to very slowly peel the orange. I want you to feel the orange, sense it, know it. I've taken away your sight because, for this afternoon's lesson, I want to increase your sense of touch. While you are peeling it, try to disassociate yourself from the rind and feel your fingers. Feel how they feel against the peel. Feel the tips as they sink into the meat of the fruit. Go ahead."

It was a good exercise as it brought back a form of sensory relaxation I remembered from a sojourn to Esalen many years before. By the time I started to eat the orange, I was feeling my tongue and my teeth and not so much of the orange itself.

"Very good. Now I want you to take off your blindfolds, toss the rind away and wash your hands in the basins against the wall. One couple per basin. I want you to wash your partner's hands and then come back to your spots."

Washing Amy's hands took on an extra dimension after peeling the orange. I was in tune to her skin and she mine. We returned to our spots.

"Okay, I want you to put the blindfolds back on now and get into the couple's position. In this exercise, I want the female to keep her hands at her sides and I want the males to trace her features with your fingertips."

I lightly traced my fingertips around her face, touching all of her very lightly. My hands slowly traveled downward and I traced my fingers around her breasts and her nipples. I could feel her nipples respond to my touch. I moved my hands downward along her side and then to her thighs. I was getting hard, too.

"Ok, that's enough. What did you feel? Did you feel her respond? Did you respond? I notice a lot of erections around the room so I think you did! Take a deep inhale and smell the scent of arousal. Wonderful. Now, let's reverse roles. Ladies, touch your men."

Amy began to trace her fingers around my face. It felt so good I was smiling. She could sense the smile and she let out a little giggle. Then she moved down and lightly scratched at my nipples which responded by getting instantly hard. She traveled down my sides. I expected Lillian to stop there but I was wrong.

"Now, I want you to lightly touch his penis. Feel all around it and trace it with your fingers. If it feels like he is going to release, stop immediately."

My breathing was regular and I felt totally centered as Amy explored me. I was hard but not ready to orgasm. Rather, I was enjoying her touch.

"Ok, stop. Will everyone please stand up. Please leave your blindfolds on. Thank you. I am going to take each of you by the hand so just follow me."

After a few minutes, Lillian took my hand and led me to another spot. She quietly asked me to sit. A few moments later, I heard her approach me and felt another body sit down on me in the couple's position."

"Now, we will repeat the experiment. Gentlemen, start touching."

I knew that this was another woman by her weight and how she sat. I traced my fingers along her face and tried to visualize her features. Her nose was larger than Amy's, her lips smaller and thinner. Her hair around her eyes had a different texture. As my fingers traveled south, her breasts were smaller, too. Her nipples were longer though and they stood up like pencils. My fingertips traveled down her sides and I could smell her arousal, musky and sharp. My fingertips traveled up her thighs and moved around her vulva. As Lillian called out to stop, I ran my finger up her slit and then directly to my nose and in my mouth.

"Okay, reverse roles."

My partner repeated the sequence upon me. When she reached my cock, her fingertip technique was not as tender nor as subtle as Amy. Needless to say, I was just as hard.

"Ok, please stop and stand up. We have a few minutes left and I want to try one more experiment. As always, if you are uncomfortable, you need not participate...but it could be fun."

Lillian took my hand and led me to another spot. I was now sitting knee to knee with people on either side of me. I don't know how many of us were there together.

"Ok, with your fingertips, start exploring."

My left hand traced another woman. She had short hair and large puffy lips. Her breasts were small and very firm. She felt young to me, at least that was my sensation. My right hand explored a man. He had bushy eyebrows. His cheeks seemed puffy. His chest was very hairy. I was traveling along his legs and up his thighs. His penis was hard and I traced around his glans which was somewhat small and had a pointy sort of feeling to it. While I was there, I felt the hand of the person on his other side and we traced each others hands.

My cock was now being traced my two hands, one with long fingers and long fingernails, the other was clearly rougher and more masculine.

"Okay, stop. Everyone please stand and take five steps forward. Good, now turn to the right or left and take another five steps forward. Very good. Now please remove your blindfolds and look around the room. Can you identify your partners in the experiments? No, you can't. How did you visualize them as the experiment went on? Can you identify them now?"

Everyone looked around the room and glanced at all the facial features as well as the genitals. I could not identify anyone.

"Now find your partner and give each other a kiss. Very good. Are you senses all tuned up? Good. There is no lesson tomorrow morning and I hope to see you in the afternoon. Thank you, all."

Amy and I smiled at each other. "That was neat, wasn't it?" I asked and she readily agreed. Lillian walked around the room talking to people and she reached us just as we were leaving.

"Did you two have fun with that?"

"Yes, Lillian, it was very cool. It wasn't as exciting as I thought but my fingertips had a lot of fun."

"Well, Mr Harper, that is what it was all about. I understand that you will be attending Callie and Tony's soiree tonight. I will see you there and perhaps we can continue the exercise. See you later. Na mas te."

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In Chapter 8, Davy and Amy continue their sensuous fun, pick up a new ride and head off to another world entirely - La La Land.

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Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 08



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After the morning yoga class, we returned to our room to find Santo overjoyed to see us. He jumped on the bed and rolled over as Amy and I scratched and massaged him. He was one happy dog with his tongue hanging out to one side.

"Are you looking forward to this party, Davy?"

"Not really, hon. I think I'd rather snuggle with you and Santo right here where I am."

"I'm feeling lazy, too. Let's go and see where it's at and maybe we'll slip out early. How does that sound?"

"It works for me. I also feel like eating light tonight. I feel like I've been at a bacchanal for this last couple of days."

"I hear you. Good idea about dinner."

I leaned into her and kissed her softly. I tasted her lips and we just held each other close and kissed.

"God, you are a great kisser."

"Shit! I'm just warming up. You want a good kiss? 'Cause if you think that's alright, what do you think of this?"

For the next half hour, we kissed for all the money and damn, if it wasn't delicious. We fell asleep in each other's arms until the dinner bell rang. I picked up the phone and ordered a spinach salad for myself and a Caesar salad for my Amy. She wanted merlot so I added that. About fifteen minutes later, our food arrived and, on our terrace, we ate until the rain started to fall. The rain fell straight down in large drops that kept a rhythmic beat. We listened to it. I sang to her.

"You and me and rain on the roof,
Caught up in a summer shower,
Dryin' while it soaks the flowers,
Maybe we'll be caught for hours,
Waitin' out the sun."

Amy joined in perfect harmony.

"You and me underneath the roof of tin,
Pretty comfy feelin' how the rain ain't leakin' in,
We can sit and dry just as long as it can pour,
'Cause the way it makes you look makes me hope it rains some more."

"Ok, how 'bout this one?"

"Down here where the river meets the sea,
In the sticky heat I feel you open up to me,
Love comes out of no where, baby, oh, just like a hurricane,
And it feels like rain, And it feels like rain...

...Batten down the hatches, baby,
Leave your heart out on your sleeve,
Looks like we’re in for stormy, stormy, stormy weather,
That ain’t no cause to leave,
Let it wash away the pain,
And it feels like rain, And it feels like rain,
Baby can you feel it, can you feel it,
It feels like rain,
Let your love, let your love come down,
Oh, down on me."

"Oh, I like that one a lot. Did you write that?"

"I wish I did. No, that's a John Hiatt song. I love it a lot." I was ready to kick into the Beatles' "Rain" or Randy Newman or Ann Peebles or any one of a million other rain songs when Carla knocked.

Amy let her in with a "Hey baby, where ya been?"

"Oh Denny and I had a fun day. We went shopping in Palm Springs and pissed away a bunch of money."

Amy went into their room to check out Carla's booty. Denis walked in to join me. I poured wine and he lit up.

"So I hear you bought up the town."

"If you mean that I bought a t-shirt then I guess so. Carla, on the other hand..."

"Money well spent, my friend, money well spent. Think you'll get laid tonight?"

We went on with this banter interspersed by laughter. Occasionally, we would hear whoops coming form the other room and we'd start laughing again.

"I don't know about this party tonight, Davy, I'm whipped. We came back, took a shower and passed out. I see that you had the same kind of dinner we had. All this good living wears you out."

"We were just saying the same thing. And we might leave the party early if we begin to sag."

"Yeah, us too. When are you leaving and where's your next stop?"

"Tomorrow, we have to go into town and check out our trailer. Then I want to head over to the Betty Ford Clinic to see some friends. We'll probably head to L.A. on the day after. Mark asked me to appear at a fundraiser he's doing on Saturday. Anyway, that's the plan."

Amy and Carla came back into the room. Carla was modeling a lingerie set she bought. It really showed her finer points.

"You look excellent, Carla."

"I'm wearing this tonight. You think I'll hook up?"

"Nice talk, wifey. Don't forget the sugar daddy who bought it for you!"

"Oh, like I didn't earn it!"

"Carla, come help me get dressed and let's leave these boys be."

They went off to the dressing room/bathroom while Denis and I shot the shit. Finally, Amy and Carla reappeared and Amy simply took my breath away. She was wearing a diaphanous harem outfit. It was violet with a matching violet thong and a tiny little bra that allowed her breasts to pop out. It just barely covered her nipples.

"Oh, baby, you look amazing! And I have the perfect thing to wear, too."

I ran into the dressing room and I found an outfit that I'd never worn before. It was a gift from an old girlfriend and I really don't know why I packed it but I did and now was the moment to wear it. It was a purple satin boxer shorts with a matching satin hospital orderly's shirt. I walked out to gasps.

"We are too fucking hot, you know that don't you?"

Denis came from his room wearing pajamas with a light blue ticking pattern. We took some pictures of each other and I fixed up Santo. Then we headed out to Callie and Tony's house. Fortunately, the way was covered and then indoors so we stayed dry.

Callie met us at the door with a tray of champagne glasses. There was a small crowd of around twenty people in the living room. Lillian was dancing with Tony and Mark was munching on some tapas. Several of the people we recognized from the yoga class and a few from around the pool icluding a couple of TV and Movie celebs.

"Davy, I wish you had brought your guitar. I could listen to you all night!" yelled Lillian from across the room.

"Not tonight, sorry. But I don't mind if I dance a bit!"

I grabbed Amy and we began to ballroom dance over to her.

"You know, you two make a striking couple. It is easy to see that you love each other. How long have you been together?"

Amy smiled and said, "Today is our two week anniversary!"

Tony proposed a toast and we bowed.

"That's all? You act like you've known each other for years."

"Actually, we have except we didn't know it," I quipped, "but I honestly believe we were made for each other." Amy and I toasted each other.

"And I agree," Lillian smiled, "I think you could teach the class a few things. You both emit a very powerful aura."

"Gee, no one ever said that to me before!"

"Me neither. Thank you, Lillian. We enjoyed your classes."

"Well, then come tomorrow afternoon. I expect a small group and I think you will both love it."

She kissed us both and moved toward the fruit bar. Amy and I kind of looked at each other with quizzical eyes.

Tony jumped in, "Well, that was pretty intense for Lillian. I'm impressed...Here, let me show you around.

Tony took us into the living wing. The house seemed to be laid out in an odd way. It was on one side of the resort and it opened into it. With lots of windows and terraces and rambling hallways, this was not a house designed for privacy. Obviously, it was a house for what you might call your basic party animals. One terrace was already in use with the pool, tub and outdoor bar happening. It was an impressive but peculiar (for me anyway) place.

He lead us back to the large party/main room. "Oh, there you are,", shouted Callie. "I was looking for you three. I was afraid you went to play without me!"

Amy jumped in. It seemed like she couldn't wait. "No, no, Callie, not at all. We were just getting the Grand Tour. But, I must tell you, there'll be no playing for me tonight. I'm feeling a bit distressed."

Callie's face turned into a deep frown. She whined, "I so wanted to do you tonight. Last night was fun but it was silly. I really wanted you tonight."

Amy gave Callie a deep kiss. Holding Callie's chin, she whispered, "I promise you that tomorrow night, our last night here, we will be back and we can do whatever you desire...but tonight, you pretty thing, you have to let me recover, okay." Amy kissed her again.

"So we will have you both all to ourselves tomorrow night then. Tell you what, let's have dinner here, okay?" said Tony and it was agreed.

We made our way around the party for about an hour. Everyone was nice and relaxed. As groups seemed to meander towards the more private parts of the house, Amy gave me the high sign. I went to take her hand to lead her out, I looked for Callie and Tony but they were nowhere to be seen. Lillian saw us and came dancing over.

"Are you folks leaving?"

"Yes, Lillian, I'm not feeling very well and I'd just like to lay down."

"Yes, I know, dear. Let me feel your head..." She pulled Amy's head down and pressed her lips softly on her forehead. "You have no fever...," she paused and looked Amy squarely in the eyes, "...except the one you have for your man. Now go tend to that and I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. "Go on...run along now."

Amy and Lillian exchanged knowing smiles and we left. It was still raining and we hurried back to the room. I had stashed some canapes and tapas in some napkins and Santo was mightily surprised to see his treat.

As I walked into the bedroom, Amy was undressing. "I'm sorry you're not feeling well, babe. Is there anything I can do for you, anything I can get you? You know, let me see if Room Service has any hot chicken soup..."

"Davy, relax. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm perfectly fine. Come over here and sit down next to me, I'll explain." I did as I was told. I was curious. What did she have to say that was so serious?

"Tonight, I don't want to play. Tonight, I want to make love. Do you understand? I mean, yes, we've been having great sex and this place is like a Disney park for fuckers but that's not where it's at for me tonight."

"Yes, I understand exactly, hon. I feel the same way. When we got to the party, my first thought was 'I don't want to share her tonight. I want her all to myself.' but I let it pass."

"I thought the exact same thing, I swear. I wonder if it happened at the same time?"

We laughed and hugged. "Ok, I will draw you a bath, my love. I'm going to walk Santo and then when I return...well, you just wait."

I ran her a bath in the large rectangular tub. I added the scented oils that were so thoughtfully provided. As it filled, I watched as Amy undressed and hung her clothes. She saw me watching and teased me with a slow strip. When she finally stood naked in front of me, I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bathroom, dipping her slowly into the tub. As she moaned taking in the soft warmth, I placed a small inflatable pillow under her head. I then floated in the scented petals, also thoughtfully provided by the management. I left her to her bliss and I slipped away to walk my buddy.

Santo took his sweet time and I was antsy to return. When we returned about twenty minutes later, we were both soaked from the warm rain. I took some towels and dried him off. I took off all my clothes and left them in a heap on the floor. I walked into the bedroom to find Amy sitting on the balcony loveseat, sipping a glass of wine. "I'm showering," I yelled out.

A few minutes later, I joined her. The balcony table was set out with plates and covered dishes. "I hope you don't mind but I ordered this from my marvelous bath, it's called "The Lover's Late Night Snatch-er,Snack! Here, taste this." It was a bite-sized chocolate topped bun filled with whipped cream and it was a very indulgent treat - just like the rest of this resort. She poured me a cup of coffee, milked and sugared the way I like it and then she poured a heavy shot of cognac into it. I like it this way, too. I looked at the covered dishes and began to examine each one. Satisfied with my options, I sat down on the loveseat next to her. I reached over and dipped a strawberry into the chocolate sauce. I offered it and Amy enjoyed slowly biting it and licking it and my fingers, too. She dipped her fingers into the whipped cream and fed them to me. We played with the food and the drink for quite some time, getting bolder and more erotic each time. She took my four fingers and rubbed them round her wet pussy, then dropped a gob of whipped cream on my fingers and said, "My newest creation. A moi petit-four."

"Mighty tasty," as I shoved them in my mouth.

"It's okay, you can talk with your mouth full."

"Mmmmph, mmmmph," showed her my tongue filled with whipped cream. I took a large dollop from the bowl and stood up. I opened my robe and put the cream on the head of my dick. "Go ahead, talk with your mouth full." Her lips seemed to take their sweet, and I do mean sweet, time, licking and cleaning me.

"Mmmm...mighty tasty."

She poured more champagne. There was a tag on the bottle that read, "Feel better. Callie and Tony". It was a bottle of Bollinger. We played with the food as we touched and caressed each other on the loveseat. I realized that we were utterly private as our balcony was a floor above everything else. We could hear people rushing through the rain to get to their rooms and we could also hear the more distant sounds of people making love. Our overhang kept us dry but the humidity of the warm rain and its constant rhythm only turned us on more and heated us up.

My leg was up on the loveseat and Amy was in my arms and we were kissing. The food no longer interested us. Our mouths were glued together, our tongues entwined. Her breasts rubbed my chest and as she straddled my leg. The feeling as she dripped along my knee and up my thigh was just incredible.

"I need you, Davy Harper. Now that I have you in my life, I'm never letting you go. I want you to know that. And I want you to know that there is nothing you can do about it. You have no say in this matter. Period."

I gave her a look like I was impressed. In fact, I was.

I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom and slid her under the turned down covers. She rolled me onto my back and continued her sliding, only now her body was slowly sliding over mine. Our kisses traveled around our heads. I again found that I enjoyed her earlobes. Her hand slid over my stiffy and she slowly slid onto it. We held each other close and kissed passionately. I could feel her subtle vaginal movements pulling at my cock. My cock involuntarily reacted by throbbing against her walls. We continued this for some time. Her kissing mouth and her warm, snug vagina seemed to inhale and exhale together.  She opened her legs wider and I sank into her. My hips began to shake as I thrust myself but she wraped her legs around my hips and pushed her heels into my butt. She pulled me back up to her mouth and rolled me over. We began a synchronized sort of wave with me on top. Her kisses were torrid and our hips were in cadence. I could go no deeper as my orgasm began to vault up from my balls. My toes began to curl. We were now bouncing together.

"Oh, here it comes...here it comes." I began to violently shoot my cum into her bowels. I was like a machine gun spraying the St. Valentine's Day Mob. Amy's orgasm exploded under me. Her body shook as she pulled me deep inside her. Her tongue sucked mine as I felt her warm cum stream over my cock and down my balls. "I love you, baby. I love you."

We were both panting. Sweat dripped down between her breasts falling along my chest. We were cheek to cheek and we were slowing down and catching our breath. Her words of love in my ear made me hold her tighter.

"And I love you, my Amy."

"Davy, I never felt this before. I feel like my soul has this hole that has been filled. I love you and I need you. I need to be with you...all over you. I'm afraid, too...am I suffocating? Am I suffocating you? Is this really love? Is this infatuation? Can this last? Am I making you crazy?"

I started to say something but she put her finger on my lips. "I have never had sex like this. With you, I am lost in it. I can feel my eyes roll up, I swear...But it's also this thing inside me that wants you so much...I like being beside you."

"Amy. I'm going to say something that I never thought I'd say again but Amy, I could marry you. Live together. Be partners. Be together. It's all because I not only love you, I like being with you, you're my friend and most of all, I have a big problem with distrusting people and questioning motives but with you, I have none of that. I trust you implicitly. You have no motives. This thing between us is really, really pure."

"I agree. Let's just keep doing what we're doing only now, it's official. I feel so good in your arms." she was whispering in my ear again and her words were breathy and deliberate. "I only want us to be in love forever, that's all. We do stuff together so naturally. I told you this before but I feel like we're both on the same side, watching each  other's back. And when we make love, it is so far beyond feeling good."

We made love again and the second time around was just as good as the first. We were more active and we came sequentially. We fell asleep holding each other. Sleep came fast and deep as it often was since we met.

We awoke early and after showering, had our morning coffee on the terrace. Amy was on the phone while I checked the web. Happily, the YouTube video was still growing rapidly. That video was such a pleasant surprise to me, especially since the whole event came out of nowhere. I also checked my portfolio and was even more pleasantly surprised to see my assets still soaring. I moved a sizable sum into my personal credit fund. Amy hung up the phone as I finished my business and logged out. She was bubbling over and I suppose I was smiling, too.

"What is it that can make you smile so wide?" I asked.

"I just spoke to Artie, my business manager and Louis, my accountant and a big deal just closed making me more stupendously wealthy. I'll tell you about it after you tell me what's making you smile so wide?

"Okay, two things: first, the YouTube video is still racking up the numbers and becoming viral, if it isn't already  and B, my investments are going wild and I just moved about a half a million into my credit fund. How's that?"

"Well, aw reet, handsome! I think we're scoring big time today. The golf club I bought, the one that Sally and Stevie have the restaurant...you know..."

"Yes, I remember."

"Okay, so I added five large parcels I owned to the club property in order to expand the courses and some of the facilities. So over the past few days, we secured Trent Jones to design the course, we sold the Inn rights to The Four Seasons (but not the food rights) and finally, several wheels have invested. But that's not all..."

"Geez Louise, Amy..."

"I asked Artie to check out the RV dealership and he came back with some very interesting information. Will you do me a favor, Davy?"

"Whatever you ask, darlin'"

"Will you let me handle the dealer if we have any negotiations? In case we can upgrade our ride?"

"Upgrade the ride, huh...I've been thinking about that, too, especially since being in Carla and Denis's ride. Sure. Okay. Why not? You go, girl! These RV suckers can be very expensive, they suck money and they crash in value after one mile. You can run this show. I don't mind. I'll just look and nod. If I blow my nose, it means I want to have a private conversation with you, ok?"

"Agreed. But don't blow your nose too much, it will look silly."

I snickered. We dressed and headed off to the RV dealership. As we were heading toward our rental car, a horn sounded and we quickly turned to see Denis smiling at us from the front of his big RV. He pulled to a stop and Carla ran out.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 08



"I was worried I was going to miss you and not say goodbye. Oh, Amy, thank you so much. I am so happy to have met you both. And this place! This Place! All I can say is 'Wowwee!!!'. What a great idea."

"I second that and raise you. Hey Davy," called Denis, "Here's our vitals - phone, email, facebook, twitter...let's hook up again. Hopefully we can before we return back east."

I took the paper and began to write my particulars on his pad. "We're heading up to San Francisco and Mill Valley where we have friends."

"We hope to get up that way in a few weeks after I settle some business in L.A. Maybe we'll meet again on the road, Denis. Let's stay in touch. It's been a pleasure."

We shook hands, the girls finished their hugging, we kissed and they were gone. We liked them. They were a cute, vivacious and totally unpretentious couple. We drove our Prius over to the dealership. It wasn't too far away. Santo didn't seem to like the sound of the Prius engine and he seemed a little agitated. Amy stroked him and, with her magic touch, he relaxed.

We met the Service Manager, Al, who told us that our RV was ready but that the dealership owner wanted to meet us. He took us into the offices and introduced us to Ralph.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both. Mr. Harper, I'm a long-time fan. I spoke to my friends, Callie and Tony, and they asked that we extend our courtesy to you. Is there anything I can help you with?"

I extended my hand and started to say "No" when Amy interrupted.

"Ralph, is it possible to turn this RV in and to rent another RV, something bigger and more luxurious?"

"Yes, Callie told me that you mentioned that you might be interested in an upgrade so I took the liberty of selecting several options. Would you follow me, please?"

He took us into the garage and got behind the wheel of a golf cart, We hopped in behind him. I was interested to seeing what he had but I'd grown to like my little box. What the hell, right? Whatever makes Amy happy.

We drove around the lot to see different models. Al asked if I had a Class A Driver's License and it just so happened I did, a relic from a little over a year ago when I was driving trucks for a living. 

We looked at a Beaver Marquis ($500,000 negotiable),a Winnebago Outlook ($250,000 negotiable), a Tiffen Zephyr 45 ($400,000 negotiable), a Gulfstream Caribbean ($350,000 negotiable), a Gulfstream Tourmaster T40B ($450,000 negotiable), a Holiday Rambler Imperial ($275,000 negotiable), and a King Aire 45 ($475,000 non-negotiable). All of them could be rented, too, but at exorbitant rates. Some were more opulent than others, some were garish, some were downright impractical and some were downright disgusting. Amy had all kinds of questions that she asked, sometimes her follow-ups took Al by surprise.

"That's about it for our really deluxe models. I have others to show you but they are a step down in conveniences. Was there anything you saw that you liked?"

Amy thought for a minute and replied, "Yes, I liked the Tiffen and some parts of the King Aire. Most of what I saw was far too glitzy for us but isn't there any others of that caliber that you want to show me?"

"No, I don't know what you mean?"

"Well, Al, to be blunt, I have information that you have a Vantare and a Travel Supreme?"

"Well, yes that's true, but..."

"But I own the paper on those busses and I think I'd like to drive one out of here."

"May I ask how you can own the paper when we bought them at an L.A. Police Auction?"

"Actually, you bought the paper rights from the underwriting firm that I own and now I'll let you sell it back to me at a profit."

Al was uncomfortable to say the least. After a long pause, he said, "Well, that may be good deal for me. Let's take a look at them." He drove the golf cart into one of the bays where an incredible chocolate motorhome sat next to a silver bus. "I'll let you walk around them and I'll be back in a few minutes. Please..."

Amy and I walked into the silver mobile palace by Travel Supreme. I told her that I was amazed at the way she cold-cocked him and she smiled knowingly. The Travel Supreme had a custom interior that was maxxed out. With four electronic slide-outs, it was truly immense. The cockpit was fully state-of-the-art with glowing back-lit displays and screens.

Amy picked up the vehicle specs from the table and began to read them to me.

"Travel Supreme 42, $1,480,000 new, 8300 miles, Newell 45' 2009 Quad-Slide, rear master bath...um...Yard Lights...Flood Lights in Sill times six...Powered Patio Awnings...Powered Window Awnings..ummm...Sliding Storage Beds in Lower Bays, Keyless Entry Lock System, 20kw Power Tech Nose Mounted Generator, CB Radio, Radar Detector, Silverleaf Vehicle Monitoring System...VIP Smart Wheel with Power Tilt and Telescope Adjustment...Total Vision Camera System...Electric Shore Power Cord Reel...Roof Air Conditioning (4 Units)...um...SubZero Refrigerator & Freezer...ooh...Additional Set of SubZero Freezer Drawers...GE Advantium Oven...Kuppersbusch flush mount Cooktop...Whirlpool Stacked Washer & Dryer...Aqua-Hot System..."

"Enough"

"No, wait...Adjustable Leather Driver Chair with Massage, Heat and Cool in Seat, Leather Copilot Recliner, Leather Sofa Hide-A-Bed, Recliner with ottoman, Built-in desk with desk chair, Indirect Lighting Behind Valances, Reading Lights...umm...Corian Countertops, Marble Flooring, Queen Plus Bed, Extra Large Shower in Master...26" LCD in front overhead, 47" LCD HD TV, Marantz Receiver with surround sound, DVD/VCR Player, KVH TracVision Satalite System, HD DSS Receiver, In-Dash Kenwood Receiver...Globar Wireless Internet...in the bedroom: a 47" LCD HD TV, Marantz Receiver with surround sound, DVD/VCR Player, HD DSS Receiver...you know, there's another page and a half of this shit. This thing is wild."

"It certainly looks less tacky than all the others..but I hate the fireplace. The others were so cheesy ornate but this is okay...and fucking expensive."

"No, not really. We bought it at auction for $125,000 and offered the paper for $500,000 figuring it could easily be resold for over a million. At least that's what I was told. We'll give him $250,000 and Al is plenty happy...at least, that's what I was told."

"I wonder what it's like under the hood."

"You can drive this, can't you?"

"Sure, but I think I'd like to road test it. Let's look at the other one."

"This one is a Featherlight Vantare 45, custom designed by Bran Ferrin for his personal use. New it was $1,750,000 but it has 14,800 miles on it."

"Hmm, Bran Ferrin is a futurist and a special effects guy. I think he's with Disney now but he does stuff with the Smithsonian. I remember when he was a student at East Hampton High. This must be interesting inside, let's take a look inside."

Now this bus was way cool. The interior was very efficient and easy to maintain but it was cozy and plush, too. Very low-key and laid-back. We sat down on the couch and picked up the specs. I scanned the page. Big diesel with hybrid battery packs...solar panels on roof for hot water...satellite TV, phone and Internet...big water tanks...big fuel tanks...slide away 50" TV...

"This bus is very cool, Davy, isn't it."

"I'm liking what I'm reading here, too. Come on..."

We walked into the galley, all chrome and corian with metal backsplashes, a Sub-Zero...small dishwasher...hideaway microwave/convection...nice dinette...4 slideouts, nice. We walked into the bedroom and I think that is what sold us. It was all light woods, mirrors and clever storage. The large tiltable bed still had walk around sides. The attached bathroom had a private commode and a combination shower/steam/environmental spa (what the fuck is that?) with a skylight above. The other side of the bedroom contained another slide-up 50" TV with surround sound, a media center and a computer workstation/desk. It was ingeniously designed to maximize space, efficiency and utility. On either side was more closet and storage space. There was a skylight over the bed. With the LED lighting, it was, on one hand, very womblike and on the other, very high tech.

Each area of the bus was tied into the media center by small electronic touch screens. This bus was a techie's dream with lots of green-specific features. I liked that. The cockpit looked similar to a spaceship with it's screen, knobs and read-outs. The chairs were massage equipped. This bus was the shit.

"It certainly looks less tacky than all the others. The exterior is almost unubstrusive. The others were so cheesy ornate but this is all light woods - very Danish Modern and high tech...and fucking expensive."

"Yeah, but it's cool, isn't it, Davy? What if we took this one for say, $450,000 and bought it with a corporation made up of you and me, 50/50. Let the accountants figure out how to do it. Then, when we aren't using it, we could lease it or we could give to Sal and Steve to use...just an idea."

"And a good one. I'm not that good with this kind of finance shit but that's why I have Danny do it for me. Danny has always been there for me, in good and bad, and I love him. You talk to Al and I'll call Danny."

Danny was all for it and he said that he'd draw up papers. Diversifying was a good thing, he said. I put Amy on the phone with him to work it out. The end result was that I would buy it with the provision that we would sell it to our company. Whatever. It was a done deal and, like Amy said, let the accountants work it out.

Al returned and escorted Amy to his office while I went off to walk Santo. When we returned, they were walking toward us, both smiling. Al shook my hand as the proud new owner of Bran Ferrin's custom Vantare. He said that the bus was already completely prepped and ready to roll but that they were going to do another once-over for us. He said that they would drive the bus to the spa tomorrow morning and that he would personally give us a complete tour as well as a driving lesson and some practice. We bid goodbye and drove off. I took the road toward Betty Ford.

"So Danny and I worked it out, hon. I put him in touch with my people and they're doing all the paper. You bought the bus but I transferred half over to Danny and Danny is transferring the funds to Al. Are you with me so far?"

"Yes and I like the way you are explaining it. Talk to me like I'm an idiot. It's okay because with this stuff, I am."

"Okay, good. Our 50/50 partnership will be a way for each of us to keep our account filled and to invest in some stuff together."

"Like what kind of stuff?"

"Like you and your music, for one. It's a whole new age and you can control your own career. But other things, too. I really haven't thought about it much but it's another option available to us."

"Okay, but let's take one thing at a time. Let's see what kind of future this so-called career has. We can talk about all of this after we see what's doing in L.A., in New York and with Jimmy. But I like your thinking and I like options. By the way, what's the name of our company?"

"Gee, I don't really know. DavyAmy, Inc.?"

"How about "RoadWarriors, Inc.?"

"That's a good one. Let's just let it cook for a few days while we try out our new trailer. And speaking of that, where do you want to travel to next?"

"I was thinking of going up the coast. I have friends in Santa Cruz, in San Francisco, on Tiburon and maybe up in Bolinas, if they're still there. From there, maybe we could head east to Yosemite."

"That sounds cool. I might have some friends up the coast, too, but it's been years since we were in contact."

Betty Ford Clinic was a short visit. As we were visitors (even though I still have my coin in my wallet), we were not allowed into the compound and could only stay in the offices. We met with Dr. O'Connor and had a pleasant chat about my daughter's continued well-being. I asked if I could make a donation to the Scholarship Fund which helps patients with financial needs and he gave me donation forms. I wrote a check for $50,000 and I thought he would pass out. He excused himself and returned with Susan Ford. She was especially gracious to us and thanked us profusely. I told her that it was I who owed them my thanks for saving my daughter. We stayed a few minutes more and then she walked us out to our car. As I pulled away past the high anti-paparazzi walls and out of The Eisenhower Medical Complex, I felt that I had done something worthwhile and important.

We pulled into the resort with a couple of hours to spare before our last class with Lillian. We decided that it was a fine day to catch some rays so we stripped down and headed over to the pool. It was quiet around the pool and we quickly found a large double lounge chair. I ordered two glasses of champagne.

"Let's toast our future, Amy, my love."

"To us, Mr. Harper. We are truly blessed."

We clinked our glasses, sipped the bubbly and kissed. We snuggled up next to each other and closed our eyes for a few minutes. We were awakened by one of the pool aides who recommended we apply some sunblock. We both rolled over and allowed her to grease us up. The time seemed to pass quickly and soon we were showering off and heading to the spa for our class.

The class was less populated than it had been on previous days. Lillian explained that this was a "getaway" day and that the resort would fill up again tomorrow.

"I'm glad that there are only four couples here today so I can give you all my attention. First, let's strip down and sit in a small circle."

For the first time, Lillian stripped down, too. For an older woman whom I suspect was in her early seventies, her skin was surprisingly smooth and opalescent. Her breasts showed no sign of sag and her shaved pubes revealed a large pink flower. I was plenty impressed. She had us form a tight circle and then began to speak quietly.

"Today, I want to show you some wonderful exercises that will increase your erotic responses during lovemaking. Frequently, when we masturbate, we seem to have quick and strong orgasms. Of course, the reason is because we know what makes us feel good and we get right to it. As I discussed at our first session, it is imperative that we share these masturbation techniques with our partners. We do this for several obvious reasons but the primary reason is to increase the level of intimacy between each other. There are no secrets to good sex and there is no reason we should have any. George and Leona, has your intimacy been greater during your stay?"

"Absolutely," said Leona, "I think we have learned quite a bit about each other."

"Like what?"

"We've been married a long time and I was surprised to discover that we could indulge each other for a long period of time. It's always been quick for both of us but in that "couples" position, we really like stretching it out. Our orgasms seem stronger and I love the kissing and caressing."

"Good. That is one of our goals. We want your most intimate moments to be more intense. We want you to feel more erotic and more comfortable in your sexual skin. Now, I'd like you all to get into the "coupling" position." Lillian to a long glass dildo and placed it vertically along her own slit.

Amy slid onto my cross-legged lap.

"Now do not penetrate. Simply slide your penis along her vagina. Ladies, get as tight as you can so your lips wrap around him. Good. Now touch each other...run your fingers over mouths...good...touch nipples...light touches...Allan, what are you feeling?"

"Well, Deena is getting very wet and I'm getting harder."

"Yes, right...I would guess that you are all feeling that...Anything else, Deena?"

"It feels nice and I can't seem to control the urge to put him inside me."

"Not yet, dear, hold off a bit longer. Focus on his other features.* Amy, what's happening with you?"

"I like the feeling of being snug against him and feeling him rub along my clit."

"Very good. You can use your muscles to increase that feeling without physically rocking back and forth. Look at me for a moment, please. You will notice that my hands are folded but my yoni is gripping the glass lingum. I am using my muscles to grip and pulse against it. If I keep this up for a few minutes, I will have an orgasm. If I close my eyes, regulate my breathing and concentrate upon my clitoris, I will have a very pleasurable experience."

"Lillian, I can't seem to grip him. I'm too wet and I keep slipping," Ellen said somewhat sadly.

"Get a little closer and tighter to each other. Bobby, use your muscles and push your penis against her. Is that better? You both have to work a little to make this happen. Use your butt muscles."

I suddenly felt Amy flush. I pushed myself against her and squeezed my butt which pushed me a little higher. Releasing those muscles made me slip back. I began to squeeze and release, squeeze and release. Amy smiled and nodded. Her fingernails began to push into me as she gripped my back. I felt a drop of pre-cum roll down the head.

"That's good. I know that some of you are feeling that orgasmic phase begin. Let go and let it come."

Our arms held us together and I felt some beads of sweat roll down between Amy's bountiful cleavage. Our breathing also became deeper. It was a strange sensation to feel her clit harden against the vein along the bottom of my dick. We were both into it and we began to french kiss. I heard Lillian speaking but I couldn't concentrate on her words. I know that in a few moments I would come.

"Oh, oh!" Amy's pussy lips gripped me and released me. My dick pushed high against her clit and then dropped down again. We synchronized our efforts as best we could so that we seemed to be helping as well as complementing each other. I felt her lips wiggling as my cum began to drip down.

"Ahhhhh...ahhhhh...oh that feels soooo good." I couldn't help myself as I gently came. Amy squeezed me as close as she could and then released me. We both fell backward.

"Beautiful. Very beautiful." Lillian smiled. "Davy just had his orgasm. Is anyone else close?" No one else responded although everyone seemed rather blissful.

"Okay. Take a break. This is something you can all practice and I promise you that you can have a very good and deep orgasm this way, as Davy just exhibited. There are several different positions that don't necessarily need penetration for orgasm. I have books for all you to use to enjoy these positions during your enjoyment of each other. I call it "Tantric-Lite! But, for now, I want you to stop torturing each other and I want you all to make each other orgasm. So, during our last few minutes together, go for it."

All the other couples started to fuck in earnest. Deena and Ellen stayed in their position and began to slide up and down on their partner's dicks. Leona rolled onto her back as George began to bounce on her. I stretched myself into Amy's crotch and began to suck on her sweet pussy until she began to bubble over and flood my tongue with my favorite nectar. We lay together and watched the others finish themselves off. Lillian had her eyes closed as she continued to squeeze against the glass dildo. The air was rife with the scent of sex. Amy nodded to me and pointed at her. We both slid over toward her and began to softly caress her. George, Leona and Deena joined us. We continued to lightly touch her body until her breathing turned into small expressive gasps. Her small nipples were hard so I circled then lightly with my fingernail. The others had now joined us and we were all tightly wrapped around Lillian. There seemed to be a combined vibe to bring her off. Hands and lips were everywhere around her except her vagina which tightly held the dildo. She began to hiccup and it seemed as though her skin was glowing. Her small body began to tremble and I noticed her toes curl. She flexed her entire body and held herself steady as her skin flushed. Slowly, she exhaled a cleansing breath and I felt her muscles release as her shoulders sagged. Her eyes were closed and her mouth rose in a grin. Her eyes fluttered open.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 08



"That was wonderful. Thank you all, my loving students."

We gave her space and as we did, the dildo dropped away from her pudenda. There was a sizable puddle underneath.

"You know, I could probably orgasm several times quickly but I think I will save that for later. But for now, let me kiss each one of you and send you on your way. I hope I have taught you some techniques that improve and extend your orgasmic potential."

Amy and I walked back to our room. We were both quiet. After tending to Santo, I sat down at the table and rolled a fatty.

"I feel like I was in the presence of a very learned person," said Amy. "When you came and started dripping into me, it felt so personal...so wonderfully gentle. She could teach us a lot, I think."

"Yes, you're probably right. She was very much like a guru. That exercise made me so turned on that when I came, I didn't realize it for several moments. I really reached a higher plane. But now, a weariness seems to be taking over."

"Have a few more puffs and then come lay down. Let me rub your back, darling."

I must have passed out quickly because the next thing I knew, Amy was dressed and ready to meet Callie and Tony for dinner. I woke a bit startled.

"It's okay, we have plenty of time for you to shower and dress. I already fed Santo, who is my little buddy, too." Amy scratched his head and he looked up at her panting happily.

I stretched. "That nap was just what I needed. Thank you, dollface." I showered and dressed in light khakis and a thin cotton shirt. I leashed Santo and we slowly walked over to their house, giving Santo plenty of time to do his business.

Callie opened the door and Roxy scampered out. "Let's let them play out back for a while. Come on Roxy. Come on Santo." She led them to a large fenced in area. There were food bowls, treats and plenty of water. There was also a large shade tree beneath which the dogs lay down. They got along so very well together.

"I'm so glad you're here. I so much wanted to see you once more before you left our little paradise." Callie led us to the large deck area where Tony was barbecuing and chatting with Lillian.

"Lillian! I'm so glad you're here," Amy cried out. "Davy and I really thank you for your lessons. It was a wonderful surprise here at the resort."

"Thank you, dear girl. You two were wonderful students. I hope you take what you have learned and put it to good use. You have made me feel your love. This afternoon was quite special for me. I hope it was for you, as well."

"Lillian is our special treasure," said Tony. "She has taught us so much. Personally, I don't know what we would do without her guidance. And I say this honestly, she made a man out of me."

Lillian laughed. "No, Anthony dear, you were always a man. You just didn't realize how much!"

Callie served us some white wine. "No, Lil, it's true. We were just a pair of randy fuckers until we met you. You taught us that alone, we were a kind of art form but together, we are a masterpiece."

"And here's a toast that you always grow." Lillian raised her glass and we toasted. A chef and a waiter appeared as Tony joined us at the table.

"Lillian, today was quite amazing for me," I opined. "I've had sex and I've had sex but this was something different. I thought that Amy and I enjoyed gourmet sex but I think we have much to learn..."

"...from each other," added Lillian.

"...yes, I'm sure. Today, when I came, it was a different kind of orgasm, it was an emotional response. Hell, I didn't even know I came until after and..."

"...and it felt wonderful, right? Let me ask you something, Davy. Did you feel drained afterwards? Did you rest up?"

"He certainly did. He said he felt weary and then slept like a babe."

"That's wonderful to hear. I knew that you would, Davy dear. You were very deeply into it. I observed how close your - both of you - your energy levels - your pa'a - are very high. You both are far more enlightened than you realize."

We sat and chatted while dinner was served, sticky sweet chicken kabobs and very delicious. A few minutes later, Santo and Roxy joined us. Naturally, Santo immediately found the shade. Callie explained how she and Tony met, dated and during that period, met Lillian. Tony said that if it wasn't for Lillian, they would not have married.

"Lillian guided us to places we could only imagine. She made us understand pleasure and then shared pleasure and then love."

Lillian added, "I think that when we first met down in Cabo, I sensed both of your dualities and I am glad I helped you both blend them together into a powerful unit."

Callie kissed her. "I love you, Lillian. I never knew how to live until I met you."

"How so," asked Amy, "I'm curious."

Callie explained, "I was a jumble of fear and neuroses. I knew that I liked women and I really considered that I might be gay, but I also was crazy about Tony. My secrets kept me at a distance."

Tony added, "It was similar with me. I'd had some secret homosexual encounters and I was afraid that Callie and I were merely acting out a charade. I was sitting on the beach and feeling blue when Lillian, who I'd never seen before, sat down next to me and helped me see the truth, helped me to understand that my fears were really a form of societal pressure. When Callie found us, Lillian took her for a walk and when they returned, we were no longer afraid. My wife is my lover, my partner, my best friend and my soul. Thank you, Lillian."

"I get the powerful waves coming out of you and Amy, Davy. I believe that after many years of wandering in the desert, you both have found each other. I hope that in our little oasis, you both realize that, too. I believe that you are both rising every day."

"Lillian is why we have this place, really," said Callie, "she's here because it is her mission. It's her mission to spread love and help those seek an understanding of a higher love. She's our Mother Teresa."

"Oh, stop that, Callie. I am not."

"You are and you can't deny it," said Tony, "and we love you for it."

As we dined, the subject turned to how Amy and I met. When we got to the part about Woody Creek, Tony interrupted.

"Mark suggested that we watch the YouTube video. What a beautiful song and a great performance. It was great but not as good as the show you gave us a few nights ago. That was something very special."

"Yes, really it was. It was memorable."

"I sensed that the two of you were brought together to spread your love through music. I saw that. The warmth you two give off can warm the world. It is a very special gift."

Amy and I looked at each other and we both blushed. I took her hand in mine and said, "For years, I have been lost, I've been bruised and beaten up. The moment I met Amy, I suddenly felt healed. I felt that home was wherever we were together. I certainly can't say what the future holds but I know it is together and it is all better now."

Darkness had set in and the moonless sky was alive with stars. The pool was softly lit but it could not hide the shooting stars. I pulled out a joint from my pocket but Tony stopped me, reaching for one in his pocket.

"Both of you can put that away. I happen to have some Oaxacan here that an admirer gave me. I've been saving it for a special occasion," Lillian said as she lit it and passed it, "be careful - it's silly stuff, giggly and sensuous."

She was not wrong about that. Within a few minutes, we were all smiling and within a few minutes after that, we were naked in the pool...and giggling.

Amy commented on Lillian's wonderful skin. She whispered into Amy's ears and Amy laughed out, "You're kidding!" as Callie assured Amy that Lillian wasn't kidding. Tony turned to me and quietly commented that Lillian makes her own skin cream from secret ingredients, some of which include sperm and some of that is his contribution. That made us both laugh. I swam over to the women and asked Lillian if I could contribute some of my secret ingredients. She asked me if I was serious and, at that moment, I was. She asked the girls if they would be willing to milk us and then she would head back to her cottage to prepare a batch. We all walked out of the pool and gathering up the dogs, entered the house.

Seated comfortably on the couch, she positioned me and Tony next to each other and began to softly stroke our cocks. Callie and Amy sat across from us and watched. Lillian's hand was firm yet delicate and we were both hard in a heartbeat. Amy and Callie began to kiss and touch each other which only served to turn up the heat even more. As Lillian rolled my balls around her soft hands, I relaxed. Closing my eyes, I let her slowly jerk me. As a few drops of pre-cum started to drip out, she rubbed the head around her face and licked the tip. I groaned happily. I looked up to see Callie on the floor, her head between Amy's thighs and Amy with a huge smile. There was little sound in the room. I looked over at Tony and he seemed to be in the same shape as I. I ran my hand along Lillian's head and shoulders. Her skin was very hot. I reached down and stroked her breasts, so smooth and soft. We were all deeply enjoying each other.

Tony told her that he was coming soon and Lillian turned her attention to him. She took a glass and handed it to me admonishing me not to lose a drop. Tony took over stroking his dick as Lillian caressed his sac. I held the glass to his glans as he began to shoot his seed into the glass. When we was finished, Lillian licked him off. Now it was my turn and as she began to jerk me, Tony took one of my nipples into his mouth. The girls were now in a sixty-nine on the floor and close to coming. Lillian got the glass to my dick as I shot my load into it. She then licked and sucked me clean. Her tongue felt like butterfly wings. The three of us sat and watched as the girls finished each other off. They turned to us smiling, their faces glistening in pussy juice.

"Thank you both very much. This will make a very good batch. And now, I will leave you lovebirds to your own devices. Make good love."

"No, you don't," said Callie, "it's our turn to thank you, Miss Lillian." Callie held Lillian close and began to kiss her sensuously. Amy moved over and joined Callie as they covered Lillian in love. Tony and I joined them on the floor and we formed a circle around Lillian. All of us softly touched and kissed her, pushing her down onto her back. Callie spread Lillian's legs and commented upon wet Lillian was. We took turns feeling her vagina. I stuck my finger into her canal and was surprised as it sucked my finger in. No words were spoken as we four groped and fondled her. Each of us took turns licking her puss. As we moved around her body, we mirrored our motions into a synchronized dance. Callie moved to Lillian's left hand and eased it into her own pussy. Tony squatted over Lillian's head and placed the head of his mighty cock between her lips. Amy placed Lillian's right hand into her puss as I eased my tongue into her. Lillian had a beatific look on her face as she began to tremble and shake, her orgasm rising. Callie nodded to us and our hands caressed and pulled on her pussy lips. Lillian began to moan deliriously and pushed my head away from her pussy. She ran her fingers over her clit and soon was spraying her juices a foot into the air. Her hands clenched us as she arched her back and again sprayed her fluid like an open hose. It was a sight to see as I had never seen a woman ejaculate quite like that. It was only when it had subsided that I noticed that Callie had collected most of it into another glass. The clear liquid filled half the glass.

"Oh, mercy! That was wonderful! I haven't had an explosion like that since I can't remember when. My body feels wonderful and I thank you all for expressing your love to me."

We helped her stand up as she was a bit wobbly. She continued to mutter "mercy, mercy" for a few moments. Callie brought her a glass of water to help her collect herself. She began to putter around and seemed rejuvenated. She covered her precious fluids in plastic wrap and all smiles prepared to leave.

"I have some work to do in my secret laboratory now and I'll be on my way. I hope to see you again soon. My thoughts are always with you. Na mas te."

"Oh, don't worry, Lillian. I think Davy and I will become frequent students, don't you agree?"

"I do, indeed, Amy. It's not very often that we meet a 'life-changer'. Oh, you'll see us again, I assure you."

We hugged her tight. With watery eyes, she told us that she loved us. And, like a ephemeral sprite, disappeared out the door.

"She certainly is something else, isn't she?" asked Callie.

"She's the real thing," added Tony, "and we are blessed to know her. And now, how about we move this party to the bedroom?"

We continued to comment about Lillian as we strolled into the room. Comments like "I've never seen a woman cum like that!" and "I've only seen geysers like that in Yosemite Park" came fast and furious. We sat around the bed and smoked the rest of Lillian's primo joint. Soon, we were giggling again.

"You know, if I didn't have Tony's big cock, I might just move the Sybian in here."

I reached over and held it in my hand. Even soft, it was about seven inches long. I asked him if he had a license to carry that around. Amy wrapped her hand around it, too, and commented that she wouldn't mind a ride on it as it grew in our hands. Meanwhile, Callie sat propped up on some pillows and began to touch herself. I let go of Tony's cock to allow Amy access. I moved myself around so I could lie between Callie's legs looking right into her pink being gently stroked. It glistened with her juices in the dim light. With one hand, she tweaked the perfect little nipple on her small breast. Her other hand roamed around her clit making it erect and peeking out of her full inner lips. She was smiling at me and enjoying her exhibitionism. She ran her middle finger into her hole and then offered it to me. I ran it under my nose to take in her muskiness. She pulled her knees up and spread herself wider allowing me a better view of her dark hole. She was now dripping onto the bed.

Amy had been lightly stroking and licking Tony's tool which was now very hard and at its full ten-inch length. She said, "I must have this in me." and positioned herself in a reverse cowgirl. She slowly slid down onto it and grunted as she felt its fullness within her. Slowly, she rocked back and forth upon it, grunting with each downstroke. Tony looked at me smiling and placed his finger into his mouth signaling that he wanted my cock. I leaned into Callie, pressing my nose onto her clit and slurped her. Pulling away, I stood on the bed and placed my cock at Tony's mouth which he quickly gobbled up. In this position, I could watch his dick plow Amy, I could watch Callie finger herself enthusiastically and I could rock my cock in and out of Tony's mouth. This man could really suck.

Callie decided to join our threesome and moved over to take Amy's breast between her lips. With one hand, she fondled my ass and ran her fingertip around my hole. As Tony became more intent in his sucking, she pushed her finger inside and pushed up to my prostate. I arched myself into Tony's mouth and felt my cock hit the back of his throat. After a few minutes of this continuous action, I told him that I was going to cum and he increased his oral vacuum. Callie pushed her finger against my prostate and rubbed it. I could not hold my flood back any longer and I began to spew into Tony's skillful mouth, filling it with my creamy load. He sucked it in until the sensitivity on my glans became too much and I pulled away, flopping onto the bed.

Callie had moved down to Amy's cunt and was nipping at her clit. Filled with cock and having a sweet tongue flicking her caused Amy to grunt again and push hard against Tony. She came hard, crying out that she was cumming. Callie was doing all she could to hold on and lick up the voluminous juices dripping out of Amy. Tony cried out that he was next and Amy pulled away from him. Callie quickly pulled the head between her lips and started to jerk him causing him to moan and thrash his head. I could see her cheeks puff out as he filled her mouth with his gift. I moved under her and started to lick and suck her soaking hole. Amy moved behind her and licked her ass. Our actions brought her to the edge instantly and I was rewarded with a copious amount of pussy juice running down my cheeks.

Exhausted, we all collapsed in a heap. "Now that was great," smiled Tony. "We sure make a good group of fuckers, don't we?"

"Yeah, I think that's about as good as it gets," Callie chimed in. "I really like you guys. Sex is so easy and fun with you. I'm going to miss you both."

"Don't worry, Callie. I'm sure we'll be back. Hell, we may make this an annual thing."

"I'm there," I added.

We all lay together for a while and smoked a little more. We talked about how much we enjoyed each other as playmates and we complimented each other. After a bit, it was time to kiss and say goodnight and the four of us put our faces together for a group kiss. We walked back into the living room and I think that all of us had a little trouble with our equilibrium. Santo was out cold and happily snoring away but hearing us approach got him up and on his feet. Amy and I promised that we would say goodbye in the morning and the three of us strolled back to our room.

As soon as we entered the room, Amy jumped down on the bed and spread her legs.

"I need you to eat me out...right now!" she ordered. Far be it from me to deny my lady, I enthusiastically jumped between her thighs and began to ferociously go down on her. I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands and burrowed deeply into her womb.

"Yes, Yes, Yes! Davy! Oh, Davy!" Flicking her hard nubbin brought her off quickly. She pulled me onto her and licked my face off. We fell asleep like that.

The morning came and we were all packed by the time breakfast arrived. We got a call from the Front Desk that our trailer had arrived so we called for the porter and made our way over to settle up. Callie and Tony were both behind the desk and seeing us, they came from behind to hug us. I pulled out my credit card and handed it to Tony.

"No, no, no. Callie and I decided that since you have given us so much pleasure and you were such wonderful guests..."

"...and you entertained us! Don't forget that, honey!"

"...we've decided not to charge you. You have been our guests and we hope we will be friends for a lifetime."

Amy and I protested but to no avail. Finally, we gave up and thanked them, promising that we would be in touch. We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses when Callie remembered something.

"Gee, I almost forgot. Lillian stopped by to leave this for you, Amy." She handed Amy a small box. Opening it, there was a small glass container labeled "Lillian's Rejuvenation Cream."

"Wow, I am honored. Please thank her for me and tell her I will treasure this."

We bid our goodbyes and walked out to see our huge chocolate van awaiting. Al stood next to it and waved us inside. He got behind the wheel.

"I'm taking you over to a deserted parking lot for some lessons. Johnny will follow us in the car."

As we drove, Al explained that the money had come through and that the Van was prepped. He told us that they had moved all our gear and our belongings from the old trailer into the new one. He told us that the rental bill on the old trailer was covered as well and that he had discounted the bill by 25%. I watched studiously as he explained the cockpit controls. I watched as he handled the van into the deserted parking lot.

Al parked it and gave us a thorough tour both inside and out. He explained that we would probably discover some of the trailers secrets (he called them 'special effects') since Ferrin was such an amazing designer and engineer. I got behind the wheel and within fifteen minutes or so felt very comfortable handling it. When he felt that I was fully competent, he tossed some hypothetical problems at me and was satisfied with my responses. Shaking our hands, he congratulated us on our purchase and bid us goodbye, driving off to his dealership.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 08



Amy, Santo and I were now alone in our new luxury liner. I told Amy that there was one more thing to discuss. I told her that since we had pissed away so much money on ourselves, we should consider taking a equivalent amount of money and make some more donations to causes dear to our hearts.

"That's a wonderful idea. I want you to know that I was thinking about that, too, after we left Betty Ford and I jotted down some ideas. We can talk all about that later. Right now, I want you to pick me up and carry me across the threshold to our bed!"

Smiling broadly, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I gently placed her down and kissed her. We cooed for a few minutes telling each other how much we loved each other when Santo growled at us. Looking over at him, I slapped the bed and he jumped up joining us in lots of kisses.

"All right, Mr. Harper. It's time to head for Los Angeles. We have some fish to fry!"

 On The Road Again,
Just can't wait to get on the road again,
The life I love is making music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again...

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In Chapter 9, Davy and Amy take on Hollywood, meet new friends and Davy plays the best show of his life.

Thanks for your nice comments and encouragement to keep the story going. Please vote on how you like it. Any names and persons used in this story are purely coincidental, fictional, nonexistent and utterly intentional. All the lyrics are copyrighted, too. If you want more of the music, listen to "The Ol' Hippie Show" on podarama.com.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 09



"Davy," Amy called from the galley table where she was working the wi-fi connection, "I found us an RV campground in Malibu. It's on the beach and it's not too far from Santa Monica."

"Malibu is cool, hon. It's east to get around from there. I think we should rent a car, too."

"That's a good idea. I'll check it out. Listen, if you see a market before we get into L.A., pull in because we need some fresh supplies."

We were on I-10 passing through a wind farm. The turbines climbed the hills and rolled along both sides of the road. It brought to mind the image of toy soldiers or marching stick figures. L.A. was an easy ride and I knew that the interstate ended in Malibu so, as it was a straight haul and everything was clean and green, this short trip would be a breeze. I saw a mall off the highway near Cabazon and I pulled in. There was a supermarket and, most happily for me, and In/Out Burger, one of my favorite joints, next to it.

"Amy, is it okay if I check my email first? I'll meet you in the market."

"Sure. Check YouTube, too. As for the rental car, there's a Budget across the street from the campground. What kind of car do you want?"

"It's a Lady's Choice."

"Ok but I have a lot of choices...Beemers, Bentleys, Corvettes...oh, here's a Lexus SUV Hybrid."

"I read somewhere that they suck...sort of a phony hybrid. Still, I like the idea of a smaller carbon footprint. It's up to you, luv."

I parked and Amy went into the market. I sat down at the computer. Shit, I had a lot of email. Mark sent me the particulars about the gig tomorrow night and it all looked good. I wrote back that I would be there and asked if and when he wanted to rehearse or go over the set list. Sally and Stevie sent a couple of emails and I wrote back about our progress and told them we'd call in the next few days. There were a bunch of emails from friends about the YouTube video. My daughter, Katie, wrote to update me on several things back home. She mentioned that her mother was undergoing cancer therapy and as much as I tried, to be honest, I did not feel anything for her. That made me feel lousy and I wondered if my bitterness had overtaken my humanity. It saddened me to know how cold I'd become toward her. There was email from my business manager asking me to call. There were several hysterical emails from my publisher, a couple of equally hysterical emails from the record labels and there were some junk including the ever-popular "grow your penis" ads. I sent off an email to Jimmy to inform him of my current whereabouts and upcoming plans. I then checked YouTube and was pleased to see that the video had gone viral and was now up to 160,000 views. There must have been close to 300 comments. I'd save those for later as I shut it down and took Santo for a walk. As we returned to the bus, I saw Amy wheeling a shopping cart toward us. She smiled when she saw the bag of In/Outs in my hand.

"Ah, In/Out! Two of my favorite directions! Good idea, babe, I'm hungry."

"Yup, Like a good clean bank robbery...in, out, nobody get's hurt."

"Cute."

We put the groceries away first and I was pleased to see a bottle of orangeade, my favorite. I broke up a double cheeseburger for Santo and we sat down to eat. Damn, I love these burgers. Now it was time to move on. I asked Amy if she's like to check out the YouTube stats and also to check out my latest email and she readily agreed. I started up Big Chocolate and, just for kicks, set up the GPS display and tooled out of the parking lot and back on the interstate.

Wow...did you see that it's featured on the home page?...160,327...sonovabitch...and these comments are a riot!...who's the babe?...where can I download it? Is it on iTunes yet?...Jeez, half this page is asking where to download it...next page...I saw you at Woodstock...I saw you at Max's Kansas City...I love it, Davy, I just love it."

"Yeah, me too. But you know, I never played Woodstock, I played Monterey...whatever...ancient history...Hey A, could you find some music?"

Amy plugged the iPod into the interface near the table and David Crosby's "Laughing" poured out. The speakers in the bus were amazing with incredible fidelity. Driving this thing was a real trip. It made the ride fly by and soon we were entering La La Land when the phone rang. It was Mark. I switched on the Bluetooth so he could hear both of us.

"Hey Mark, we're coming into town now."

"Hiya Davy and Amy. Where ya headed?"

"We have a new set of wheels and we're heading toward an RV park in Malibu on the Coast Highway."

"I know the place. Want us to meet you there later? We can go out to dinner."

Amy jumped in. "How about we cook up a meal in our trailer? I just bought some food and I want to check out it's kitchen."

"Ok with us. We'll bring the wine and some fuel, too. How do I know it's you?"

"Mark, look for the big chocolate bus. You can't miss us."

"Great. We'll see you later with some interesting news. Bye."

It wasn't long before we pulled into the campground and paid an exorbitant fee. Fortunately, the place was fairly empty and we got a spot away from other trailers overlooking the beach. After pressing the button to set the automatic leveling system, pressing more buttons to let out the sliders and then setting up the power, water and cable connections, we changed into bathing suits and took Santo out onto the beach.

"It is so good to be by the ocean again," I said dreamily. "I love the water. It mellows me."

The three of us splashed in the warm surf and then laid out in the sun. Something about the ocean rejuvenates my spirit. Finally, we went back to the trailer. I put together a couple of sandwiches while Amy went into the shower. She called to me to join her. The shower was easily big enough for both of us to play and we took turns washing and shampooing each other. I discovered another one of Amy's remarkable skills as she scratched my back to perfection.

"Nice. I like to make my man purr."

"Don't stop...a little to the left...now down...yes, yes yes, that's the spot...oooooooh."

We dried off and had a little lunch, giggling like two schoolkids. Amy suggested a little nap to see how the bed felt. The memory foam made the bed somewhere way beyond comfortable as we snuggled and gently kissed each other. I love the feeling when a woman falls asleep in my arms and Amy fit perfectly. I couldn't sleep as my head was filled with music. Lyrics were flying around and I just lay there dreaming them knowing I would not forget them. All was quiet with the exception of Santo's snoring and it felt good. After about an hour, I felt Amy stir. I tenderly kissed her neck. My hand cupped her breast and I gently caressed it. She leaned into me and kissed my chest. We lay nuzzling each other for a few minutes when she got up to go to the bathroom. I heard her tinkle when she yelled out to me.

"Davy, I left the toilet paper in the pantry. Can you get it for me, please?"

I got up and rummaged through several cabinets until I found the pantry. Bringing her the toilet paper, she wiped herself while staring at my soft cock, looking like a wren peeping it's head from a nest. Taking my hand, she led me back to bed.

"I liked that snuggling business. Let's go back to that." I got back onto the bed and she curled up into me again, this time with her back to me. I resumed kissing her neck and softly touching her breasts. My cock fell naturally into the cleft between her buttocks. She pushed back into me until my cock was snug. I particularly like the underside of a breast and my hands cupped them. Softly, I squeezed and ran a finger along the bottom of her. One hand traveled down to her belly and I fingered her navel for a little bit. We both purred when my palm cupped her and my finger traveled along the cleft of her vulva. I liked the way her mound puffed up into my palm and I pushed her back into me. She reached behind and moved my cock so it pointed downward between her cheeks. She squeezed the glutes and I stiffened. We began a slow rocking motion and my fingers began to soak from her dampness. My kisses and nibbles enhanced our slight rocking and I felt her nipple stiffen. I tweaked and lightly pinched it. I rolled it between my fingers as her hand covered mine and together we played with it. We were both very quiet and feeling very close. Her other hand covered my fingers rubbing her smooth vagina and together we fingered her. She squeezed my fingers over her clit and moved them in the way that she liked to pleasure herself. Within a few minutes, she was softly moaning. Squeezing both my hands and my cock brought her to a long silent orgasm, "le petit morte."

"Mmm, that was so nice. It was sweet. Can I make you cum now?"

"No, it's okay. Just lay here in my arms and let me feel your heart beat."

She rolled over and took my head in her hands. "Davy Harper, you are my heart beat. I love you. There is no place in the world I'd rather be than in her arms. Close your eyes and let me kiss them."

With her body wrapped in my arms and her small kisses on my eyelids, my mind drifted to a place in the clouds, just like I felt that afternoon in her secret cabin. She had a habit of taking me to another place, another level, another state of mind. Lillian was right, we dwelt in each other's soul. In that moment, I felt the totality of love and we shared a special place of peace. Later, after we'd dressed and gone out to the beach again with Santo, I took her in my arms, looked into her eyes and started to speak. She put her finger to my lips and whispered, "I know" and I knew she did.

Sunset was about a half hour away. The three of us were sitting on the sand quietly meditating at the view. Santo was sleeping with his head in her lap when a deep blue Cadillac XLR-V pulled up next to Big Chocolate. With the top down, it held a rakish profile. Mark and Debby hopped out and came over to hug us.

"Now that is some set of wheels,: said mark and I at the same time. We laughed and he said, "You owe me a Coke!" and we laughed again. I looked over his car and blew a soft whistle between my teeth.

"De rigueur for this town, man," he said. "I showed you mine now you show me yours."

"No, not yet. The sun is about to set. Davy, can you get some chairs. I'll get a bottle of champagne."

I found my Jazzfest chairs in a storage bay and set them up in front of the bus. Amy and Debby sat as Mark and I stood behind them. As the big orange ball sank into the horizon, we toasted to new horizons. I put the chairs away as Amy ushered them into our land yacht.

"This is something else, you guys." We guided them through the many amenities, features and comforts and they were rightfully quite astonished. Finally, we sat down on the soft leather couches in the salon. I served a plate of Voodoo Shrimp I'd whipped up and we began to discuss the gig.

"This is delicious. I must get this recipe," said Debby.

Amy noted that it was a fattening but healthy meal. Mark added that a steady diet would prevent her from getting into her leathers. Amy countered by saying that Debby had a beautiful body and he should be more respectful to her.

"It's okay, Amy. I know I look good and I know how much he loves my body...and I stopped listening to his bullshit years ago!" This brought some good-natured chuckling. Debby preened and pushed out her chest.

Mark began to tell us about the fundraiser. "We always have a sellout at this event and we always get excellent corporate sponsorship. The Civic Auditorium always donates the venue and the union always makes concessions so about 90% of the gate goes back into the food pantries. The audience is packed with celebrities and movers-and-shakers, too. This year, we have an amazing talent lineup. Each set is four songs with the opportunity for an encore and the show lasts about three hours. Afterwards, we host a party for the performers and attendees in the venue."

"So, what's the line-up?"

"Ok, there's the house band which is made up of rotating musicians. This year, the house band includes Ry Cooder, Jim Keltner, Chris Hillman, Van Dyke Parks, Danny Elfman, Sid Page, Steve Gadd, Steve Lukather, Dweezil Zappa...The emcees are Steve Martin, Ed Begley Jr. and Jeff Bridges. Linda Ronstadt is doing a set of Mexican canciones...Coolio, Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg are doing a set together... Jackson Browne, David Crosby, Graham Nash and Nick Lowe...Etta James...Robin Thicke...um, and there's talk of Dylan, too."

"Oh, Jesus, I've been hearing that for nearly forty years! 'Dylan's backstage', 'Dylan's here'...whatever!"

"No, really. The talk is that Cooder and Parks will back him up. But anyway, there's usually an all-star jam at the end."

"When do we go on?"

"My set is scheduled early, after Ronstadt. I'll bring you on after my third song and then you have the stage. Right now, I have Sid on second fiddle, Nick on bass and Gadd on drums. I'm still wheedling Van Dyke."

"Wow, I'd like to keep them up there when I play. Those cats can play anything."

"That's a fact! What songs will you do?"

"Well, I figure I'll start with "Sally Take a Ride" and follow that with "Stretching Out. I have a new song rolling around my head called "Bread Basket" I want to show you. Then I'll end with "In The Key Of Me."

"Great. I was thinking that maybe we could have an all-star chorus on that one."

"Well, maybe but basically, I'd like to do that with a spare backup...maybe just you, me, Lowe and, of course, Amy."

"Oh, no. You're not getting me on that stage! In front of the Woody Creek regulars but not with all these stars. I'll get stage fright."

"It'll be okay, Amy. I'll protect you. I really can't do that song without you, nor do I want to. Like Brian Wilson said, "Don't Worry, Baby. Everything will turn out alright."

"We'll see..." I could tell that she was considering it and could be sold on the idea."

"So let me hear that new one."

"Okay, but I need some more to it. Help me out and we'll share credit."

"Works for me."

I got out my Martin 00-18 and tuned it up. I began to strum an up-tempo beat.

"Every evening around six o'clock, we gather 'round the table,

Mom and Dad and Grampa, me and my sister, Mabel,

We fold our hands and thank the Lord,

For the meal we're about to digest,

And vow to do what's right and do all that we are able.

There are many folks out there who are like Old Mother Hubbard,

They haven't the means or wherewithal to stock the kitchen cupboard,

Their jobs are gone, they have no cash,

The food stamps ain't enough,

It's hard to feed a family with only bread and mustard.

It's up to us, the those-who-have

To fill the pantry shelves

With cans of food and healthy stuff,

It's how we help ourselves.

So pass the beans and collared greens,

Pass the chicken dumplings,

And please, please, please, before I blow a gasket,

Pass the juice, pass the butter,

And pass me the bread basket."

They erupted in laughter and applause. "Oh, man, that's great," Mark said, "that's a keeper. I love it. The audience is going to love it, too."

"It doesn't feel done to me. I think it needs something more but I don't know what."

"No, Davy. We play a break, go back to the first verse and then end on the chorus. It'll work fine. I hear it as sort of a colonial fiddle tune, almost like "Turkey In The Straw."

"Me, too," chirped Amy, "I hear it the same way. But I think I have a few little changes in the lyrics. I'll look at it later, if that's alright with you."

"Please."

Mark ran out to his car and returned with his violin and a drum pad for Debby. We played it a few times. Debby added a second-line drumbeat to it that really made the song swing. Amy added handclaps and a double vocal and the song kept sounding better and better to me.

"Can we modulate the bridge into A?" asked Mark and we tried it that way, again improving the song.

"Oh, yeah. That's a keeper. Wait until the others hear it at the sound check!"

"Whew! I'm knocked out! Anyone hungry? I know I am."

"Sure, Davy, it smells great. What is it?"

"Davy and I have been cooking Red Beans and Rice with Andouille for hours. It's his recipe and I can't wait. Please sit over here."

Amy served up a big platter on the table as Mark uncorked a bottle of red. The meal was filling, satisfying and, as a tribute to the meal, eaten voraciously and quietly. Finally, as the last of it was consumed, we all sat back happily rubbing our bellies. Amy suggested that Mark and I take Santo for a walk while she and Debby cleared the table.

We walked along the beach under a clear and moonlit sky. Mark commented that the meal was delicious but very gassy and we laughed between our farts. Even Santo gave us space.

"I consider the recipe a tribute to Louis Armstrong. To me, red beans and rice is my form of SwissKriss!"

Obviously, the girls were in tune with us because Debby told us that the bathroom was available and we took advantage of her advice.

Once we were back in the salon, Mark lit up a spliff. "I just got a big bag of this from my best connection. Do you need some?"

"Sure, we're nearly out."

"Great. I'll get you a bag."

The weed was about the best we'd had in some time. Mark told us it was Vancouver Hydro and it sure had an amazing kick. In short time, we were giggling, goofy and getting a little randy. The subject turned to sex.

"So did you guys enjoy the spa?"

"Yes, we most certainly did. Meeting Callie and Tony and especially Lillian was really special. Unfortunately, my puss is a little tender now."

"Tell me about it," added Debby.

"I'm working on a song about Lillian," I said, "but I haven't yet caught her wonderful spirit."

"Keep trying, I have faith in you. We love Lillian," said Debby, "In many ways, she saved our marriage during a turbulent period we went through. She helped us overcome our inhibitions and shed some parental baggage."

"True," added Mark, "Very true. And I understand where you girls are coming from because my dick is so tender, I've been rubbing aloe on it."

"Yeah, I noticed that you rubbed it so hard, it spit!"

"Gee, I don't know about you guys. My dick is as happy as can be!"

They booed me and I told them they were just jealous. Debby suggested that, in a few days, we come over to their house to hit their hot tub and play.

"One thing I haven't done in a long time is some good double penetration. Do you think you two can help me?"

Amy laughed and said, "If they can't, I'll wear a strap-on!"

The night went like this for a little while until it was time for them to leave. We walked them out to their car and all kissed and hugged goodbye.

"I'll see you tomorrow at four, Davy." The Caddy gave off a macho roar as they sped off. We walked Santo again and then turned in for the night.

"I know you like to sleep late on the day of the gig so I'll let you sleep as long as you like, my love. I'll take care of Santo and I'll go across the street and pick up the car."

"You're the best, baby. I like how well we fit together. We make a super team."

"Me, too. I have amazed by this a few times. And you know what? We're just warming up. The best is yet to come. But please, Davy, do me a favor. Please don't make me get onstage tomorrow. Those artists are way out of my league and I'm afraid I will embarrass you or ruin your set."

"Tell you what. Why don't we see how it works during the sound check. If you can't do it, don't say anything to me. Just walk off the stage. I'll understand."

"Okay, I'll do that...that's fair."

"I have confidence in you, darling. Together, we own the world."

"Hmmm, I think there's a song there."

We kissed, nuzzled and fell into a deep sleep. True to her word, it was just past ten when I awoke. She was gone and I showered, dressed and had some coffee she left in the brewer. It was nearly noon before Amy returned in a black Bentley Continental GTC, it's top down. I shook my head in awe.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 09



"Sorry, Davy, I always wanted to drive one of these and this one was so cute."

"Cute, huh? I never heard a Bentley referred to as 'cute.'"

She got out of the car with a bunch of bags and entered the bus. "I think it's important to make a statement tonight. I think everyone should know that you're back. I also went shopping. I got us some new rags. Come, let's play dress up."

She handed me some boxes and sat down to watch. The blue jeans fit perfectly and the dark blue and black Nudie shirt also fit right. "How did you know my sizes?"

"I took them off your clothes before I left this morning. I think you should wear your dark blue boots with that."

It was my turn to watch. Amy stripped down and slipped into a sheer thong. I commented upon the camel's toe and she winked. She slipped on a floor length dark blue gown that was reminiscent of a granny's dress. The material was diaphanous and nearly see though with enough material and strategic parts to cover her goods. The bodice was cut just far enough to show some cleavage and show the curve of her breasts. She looked good enough to eat and I told her so. She slipped it off and hung it up. She turned to me and said, "Now get naked and fuck me silly. Let's get loose before the show!"

I was out of my clothes in half a sneeze. "Oh, you want to fuck, do you? That's what you want?"

"You got it, stud. Wham bam - like that!"

"Oh, yeah? Well maybe I want a face full of pussy first?"

"Just hold that thought and put it in me now. Now!"

"Saucy bitch!" I pushed her onto the bed and mounted her. No kissing, no foreplay, just fucking - that's what she wanted, that's what she got. Forcefully, I sawed in and out and she matched my rhythm stroke for stroke. Once, she put her fingers down onto her clit and I pushed them away telling her that it was her turn to hold that thought. Instead, she pulled at her breasts and pinched her nipples. At one point, our ferocity was pulling my cum up my stiff cock and I tried to change the images in my head, if just to forestall the eventual. I pulled out of her and flipped her over. I began to plow her doggie style pushing in harder and deeper with each stroke, causing her to grunt with each downstroke. She pushed her head into the pillow and cupped her breasts. I felt her pushing back as I sawed harder and felt her getting juicy.

"Yeah, that's it, Davy. Keep it up for me. Keep it going. Fuck me." She pushed her fingers into her sopping crack again. I let her tickle it for a few seconds and then pushed it away again. I gave her some swats on her ass for disobeying me. We continues our hard actions and even bounced a bit but I knew I couldn't keep it up much longer.

"You're making me cum. I'm going to shoot into you so hard, you'll spit it out!" I spanked her a few times and her sugar walls gripped me and pushed against me. That was it, that was all I could take and I began to spray my milk into her bowels.

"Oh, Oh, Oh," she cried out. No sooner than I'd finished coming, I flipped her onto her back and scooting into a sixty-nine. I buried my face into her muff and rapidly licked her clit. My dick was dripping cum as I wiped it around her face. Her tongue lapped at it as I moved around her nose, her cheeks and her eyes. Meanwhile, her hot pink cunt was bouncing. I clenched her ass cheeks and drove two fingers into her snatch. Her bouncing increased and she started to vocalize.

"Yeah, make me cum...do it...suck my clit...harder, harder...you got my spot, rub my spot!" Her pussy began to clench my fingers as I sucked her clit between my lips. I felt her whole body heat up.

"oh yeah...oh yeah...oh, yeaaaaaaaaaaah....aaaah, ohhhhhh." She was over the edge now and soaking my fingers with our combined spunk. I pulled my fingers out and shoved my tongue deep into her. I was rewarded with the taste of her musky cocktail and I drank it her milkshake like it was a hot day in paradise. She stopped bouncing and pulled me away, pulling me to her cum-smeared, sucking our juice out of my mouth and then rewarding me with lots of little kisses.

"I love you, I love you so...you make me cum like I need to cum," she said in rapid bursts between kisses and licks all over my face. "I love your cock...I love your taste," she mumbled and kissed. Finally we calmed down and, sweating profusely, hugged each other.

"Oh, baby, that was so good. You do me so good," she said as she caught her breath. "That was great and just how I needed you."

"You have no idea how much I love to fuck you, you wild thing," I said.

"Good...so good. I feel wonderful now, baby. Lets shower and have some lunch. Then we'll get ready."

It was nearly two and we had some time. We hopped into the shower and cleaned each other. I really liked how she massaged and shampooed me. We toweled each other dry and she went off to make us some lunch. I jumped into a pair of shorts and took Santo out for a walk. It was warm and beautiful as we moved along the water. He did his biz and I bagged it up. I did have somewhat of an odd experience as we walked back to the bus. A guy ran over to me from a nearby trailer. He was youngish and I guessed in his twenties.

"Hey mister!" he yelled to me with a big smile on his face. "You know your bus there shakes when you're in there fucking, did you know that?"

Astonished at his bold crudeness, I just looked at him and said, "I do now." I walked back shaking my head in disbelief.

"Amy, you know this guy from a that trailer down there...he just told me that the bus shakes when we're fucking. Can you believe those balls?"

"I think I saw him lurking around earlier. Let's just make sure it's all locked up when we leave it. You know, he must be jealous...I suppose his trailer doesn't shake when he's jerking off?"

Still nodding in disbelief, I sat down to a chicken salad sandwich, nice and chunky, light on the mayo. Just like I like it. We watched the latest news on CNN as we ate but I turned it off, not wanting to hear any negativity. Then we got dressed. It took me all of fifteen minutes and while Amy typically took her time, I killed some of it by taking Santo out again. I packed the Bentley with my axe and made sure I had an extra set of strings. That's all I needed. I noticed that my young friend eyed me from under his awning and it gave me the creeps so we went back inside. Amy was almost done and, to be truthful, I don't think she ever looked more beautiful.

"I had my nails done this morning, I'm almost ready. Why are you staring at me?"

"I'm staring because you are just the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You are a vision, baby."

"I'm going to wear the turquoise you got me. Do you really think I look okay?"

"If okay is synonymous with fabulous, then yes."

"That's a nice compliment. You can spoil me like that anytime, you hunk!"

It was nearing four so I gave Santo a kiss and told him to be a good boy. I set out some food and some treats, refreshed his water and set the air conditioning to run off the solar batteries. I also set the external security system to prevent unwanted intruders knowing full well that Santo would most likely scare anyone away. We hopped into the Bentley and I raised the top, not wanting to mess Amy's hair and we drove off to the Civic Center, just a few miles down the road.

As I pulled up to the rear entrance, an attendant checked our names from a list. I took out my axe as he pulled the car away and we entered the hall. We were ushered to the backstage area and I was assigned a dressing room. Musicians and roadies were milling about and I heard Mark call my name.

"Davy! Right on time. Wow, Amy, you look awesome!" He whispered something in her ear. I found out later that he told her she looked awesome naked but dressed up, she was even more beautiful. She gave him a peck on the cheek.

"The show starts at 6:30 and we go on about an hour later. Come me with and let me introduce you around." He took us over to the Crafts table where we got glasses of wine. "Davy Harper and Amy Bieler, meet Linda Ronstadt."

"Davy! It's been years! Remember that show we did at Queens College? You look great, you haven't aged a bit!"

"Nonsense, Linda. It's nice to see you again. This is my partner, Amy."

"Nice to meet you, Amy. You've got a good man there."

"Thank you, Linda. It's a pleasure to meet you. He is special, isn't he?"

"Let me introduce you around. Ry, do you know Davy Harper?"

"Sweet Jesus! Hello, Davy. I opened for you at My Father's Place back in...back in...well, back in a long time ago. How you doin'"

"Never better, Ry, never better."

It was terrific to see all these great stars and I admit to being a little struck by the scene. We shook hands all around and had some interesting conversation. I was surprised that these folks even remembered me. One of my all time heroes, Van Dyke Parks, stopped me cold.

"Mr. Harper. We've never met but I've known and appreciated your music. Back when we were both on Warners, Ry and I wanted to produce you but Mo Ostin would go for it. I'd still like to work with you sometime."

"I would be honored, Van. One of my favorite CDs is the "Live at The Oak Grove" you put out a few years back. I listen to it frequently."

"Yes, that was a fun one. Let's talk later, alright? Maybe we can work something out."

Mark returned and interrupted us. "Davy, I was thinking. Can we switch your last two songs around and do the new one as our encore?"

"Sure, why not." Amy was in conversation with Jackson Brown, Graham Nash and Snoop Dogg. They all seemed to be staring down her cleavage. I walked towards them when Steve Martin saw me.

"Davy Harper. It's nice to meet you. I just saw that YouTube video...terrific..some friends in Aspen emailed the link. Great song. Will you do it tonight?"

"Yes, I intend to, Steve. Might you want to add some banjo?"

"Could I? I'd like that. Thanks!"

Jackson called to me and Steve and I walked toward them. David Crosby joined us. I hadn't seen David in years and we hugged each other.

"Were do you come off with such a beautiful woman, you old bastard?" said David.

"Look who's talking! Keep your hands off her and your eyes in your head...and no, you can't artificially inseminate her!"

"Ouch!" said Graham as we hugged. He introduced me to Jackson and Calvin (Snoop). Steve asked how far we went back.

"Good Lord," said Graham. "It must be '66 or '67 we first met. It was at John Sebastian's father's place in Sag Harbor. It was you, me, David, John and Cass Elliot, may she rest in peace. We were going to put together a group but the labels wouldn't let us."

Mark came by again and said, "Davy, would you join me for a sound check? I want some people to her the new song."

I joined Mark on the stage. I took my place next to Nick Lowe after shaking hands all around. Mark began to play "Amazing Grace" as Sid Page and I found our way in. Steve Gadd added brushes, The techs and the roadies wandered around us tweaking the equipment and it felt good. I was containing myself as I was shaking inside playing with these masters. When we go the high sign that the sound was right, Mark broke into his signature tune, "Appalachian Spring." I picked out a rhythm part and fell in behind Nick and Steve. As it ended, the other performers applauded.

"I want you folks to hear a song Davy composed yesterday. Come over here." The others moved closer to us as a roadie adjusted my mic. I tuned to the other musicians and laid out the progression. I looked around for Amy and she was standing with Ronstadt and Etta James. I called her to join us and she hesitated. Both Linda and Etta pushed her out, with Etta adding a "You go, girl" A mic was set up for her and I began to play "Bread Basket." Instantly the others fell right in and I played the progression a few times just to hear how perfectly it moved. Amy, as I knew she would be, was letter perfect.

As we finished it, we were greeted by hoots and some big applause. The other musicians gathered around us. David suggested that we do the song as our big cast encore and his idea was joined by the others. Suddenly, mics were set up all around us. Ry grabbed his guitar and plugged in. Steve grabbed his banjo and adjusted his mic. An keyboard and seat were brought out for Van Dyke. Singers surrounded mics and I started the song again but immediately tripped up on the intro.

"I'm sorry I fucked that up but I'm a bit awestruck to be leading all of you in my song. This is way beyond anything I've ever imagined."

"Cut the shit and play," yelled Crosby. I chuckled and started it again. The song took on new life as these famous voices blended into beauty. Amy's eyes welled up when I looked over to her. Ry's slide licks and Steve's picking lifted the song somewhere into the ozone. My voice trembled as we headed for the end but they wouldn't let it end and kept playing the line, "vow to do what's right and do all that we are able" over and over, stronger each time. I nodded to end it and the band, now led by Ry followed him into an 'MGM ending'. Everyone erupted into applause. Ed Begley, Jr. said, "I think we have a theme song. Thank you, Mr. Harper!"

I was trembling as I took off my guitar. Immediately a guitar tech took it from me and asked if I would like him to prep it. I told him that there was a set of strings in the case and watched as he took it away. I seemed to be in another world as I accepted handshakes and back slaps. To say that I felt like a million bucks is to devalue the dollar.

Amy and I made it to the dressing room and we closed the door. She immediately broke into tears. "Davy, that was just the greatest moment of my life. I'm so proud of you." We hugged and she could feel me shaking. "Look what you did! Now I have to redo my eyes!"

There was a knock on the door. Amy opened it to Linda and Etta. They both were all over Amy. "You see, you were great! And you'll be even better later." and "You have great pipes, girl. You killed out there!" To me, Etta said, "And you were pretty good, too, old man! You still collecting royalties from my cover?"

I responded with, "Royalties? What are royalties?"

Linda grabbed Amy's arm and said, "Come with me and let our make-up people fix you up."

They ran out of the dressing room. Now alone, I lay down on the couch and was elated at my good fortune when there was a knock on the door. I yelled, "Come in!" and Mark entered.

"I didn't want to say anything last night but I knew that song was a winner. I knew it would be our encore the moment I heard it."

"Gee, Mark, I wrote it five minutes. It was almost a throw-away."

"You just keep writing them like that. Ain't nothing getting thrown away anymore, Davy. While we were singing, some late arrivals were listening in the wings. They want to meet you, can I bring them in?"

"Sure. Of course." I got up and stretched as Mark entered with Bob Dylan. I was speechless. I extended my hand.

"This is a good cause, Davy. I'm glad you're on board."

"Thank you, Bob. It's a honor to meet my raison d'etre."

"You really nailed that song. It's a good one. Some people are gonna hustle you for the rights, you know, and I ain't telling you what to do but I suggest you keep it close to you. It's a good one. It's our "We Are The World" tonight."

Mark left us alone and I offered Bob a seat. "So why'd ya come back in the game, Davy?"

"It was an accident, Bob. It really was not my intention. But while I was in Aspen, I got the fever, you know, and I started to write. Friends dragged me over to the Woody Creek Tavern and thought I was singing for my supper. I didn't know it would go viral. But I'm in love so it all flows, y'know?"

"As long as it feels good. You live out here now?"

"Now, Amy, me and my dog own a big RV and we've been traveling around. I still have a place on Long Island but, right now, I'm just floating."

"What's the best way to hook up with you? Email?"

"Yeah, that's the best way. I'm going to be here for a few days to settle up old business with the label. I'm also going to shake down my publisher. I'm letting Jimmy Buffett advise me."

"Smart guy, him. He'll keep you wise. I think he's coming down tonight."

"That's cool. It gives me an idea - maybe I'll call him up to sing a song we wrote together years ago."

"Let me se you later, I'm gonna go talk to Ry and the best of the band."

We exchanged emails and I thanked him for stopping by. I closed the door and started to hyperventilate. Bob Fucking Dylan! I laid back down and tried to center myself but it was very, very difficult. I closed my eyes and just lay there letting my mind go wild. Bob Fucking Dylan! Ry Cooder and Van Dyke Parks playing my song! And to think, a month ago I was just another vagabond! What a world!

I must have passed out for about a half and hour when Amy returned. The make-up people had made her even more devastating to behold. "I am one lucky man," I said whistling.

"You? I've just been playing with the girls! Ha! Did you know that Bob Dylan is here?"

"Yup. We had a private tete-a-tete in here a little while ago. I still can't catch my breath."

There was a knock on the door. "Fifteen minutes to curtain!" came the call. Amy and I got up to leave when she took me in her arms.

"I feel like a princess, Davy. A month ago, I was just going about my business and now the business is going about me. I have never been so happy as I am with you - here today, yesterday and, I hope, forever. You're going to be great tonight. It will be a breakthrough. I know it and you know it, too. Because I am next to you. And Linda gave me all kinds of stage fright tips so I'll with you onstage, too."

My breathing calmed and I felt centered again. Suddenly, my perspective returned and I felt strong. I looked into her big beautiful eyes and whispered, "You are my dreams realized, Amy. I am only whole with you. Don't ever, ever think of dumping me, you hear?"

"Never, my darling. Never. You're stuck with me. Now let's go out there and kick some major ass."

The backstage area was being cleared of 'non-essential personnel', a euphemism for hangers-on, business slime and flacks. We were ushered to a large room being utilized as a Green Room. There were large monitors but you could hear very little due to the din of friendly conversation. I grabbed a couple of bottles of water and sat down next to Mark. Debby was next to him and she and Amy were whispering and giggling about all the stars in the audience. There was a sweet odor of pot drifting around the room and suddenly a hand appeared in front of my face holding a joint. I looked up to see another old friend, Chris Hillman, smiling at me and standing with Jeff Bridges.

"How you doin', you old dog?"

"Hey, Country! Long time."

"It's good to see ya, Davy, and it's good to see you here, with this crowd. It's where you belong," said Bridges. I first met him when one of my songs was used in one of his movies.

"Dudeness!" We high-fived. His broad smile lit up the already happy room.

Linda was on the big screen. Ry, wearing a tan porkpie, was picking a tipal and Flaco Jimenez was on accordion. I couldn't hear it but it looked damn good and the room looked packed. Time seemed to fly by and soon, Mark got his signal and nodded for us to follow.

Amy, Debby and I stood in the wings and watched Mark's superb performance. After his third number, he nodded to me and turned to the audience.

"I have a special treat for you good folks tonight. This past week, I had the good fortune to hook up with an old buddy and together we made some magic. It's my great pleasure to welcome my friend, and a friend to you all, Davy Harper!"

I walked out to a roar of recognition and waved to the crowd. Taking my guitar off the stand, I quickly checked the tuning. Nodding to the band, I broke into 'Sally' and another roar of recognition poured forth. The song was over before I knew it and the applause was plentiful.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 09



"Thank you. Thank you. It's nice to be here at this great event. I thank all of you for your efforts. As a person who knows first-hand of the importance of food pantries, your efforts make our world a better, friendlier place. Now, some years back, I wrote a song with my dear friends Steve Goodman - rest in peace, Stevie! and Jimmy Buffett. Now, I understand that Jimmy is in the house and maybe I can cajole him to join us on the stage. Jimmy, you big ham! Get your ass up here!"

From the center of the house, I heard, "Hold your water, Harper, I'm coming!" and Jimmy trotted up to the stage. I waved to Amy to come out and she walked onto the stage with Steve Martin wearing his banjo to great applause. Jimmy and I hugged.

"You count it off, Davy."

"No, you do it."

"Let's shoot for it." This was an old routine we used to do. "Once, twice, three, shoot!" and we jumped into "Stretching Out." Mark took a killer lead and by the end of the song, we had everyone singing along. Jimmy turned to the band and brought them out to a cold stop. The crowd went wild. Jimmy turned and kissed me on the lips. Waving to the room, he left the stage to continued rhythmic clapping.

I dramatically wiped my lips and said, "Eccch. He gave me tongue! Feh!" Laughter followed. "So a few weeks ago, I was up in Aspen where I met the love of my life. Please help me thank Amy Bieler." I pointed toward Amy and the crowd responded. "So anyway, I was at the Woody Creek Tavern singing for my supper and I wrote this one. Hope you like it."

We began "In The Key Of Me" to Mark's lilting Cajun waltz arrangement. Steve's banjo picked clean fills that were just out of this world. Amy and I sang together in tight harmony and when Mark took an extended break, we began to dance. As the last chord tinkled somewhere above our heads, I waved to the crowd and walked off. The applause was deafening and would not stop. We all returned to the stage. Stagehands brought out a keyboard and some mics.

Mark took the mic. "Folks, we intended to perform this song as a group encore but we took a vote before the show and decided that we all loved it so much, we had to do it now. Now, let me give you a little background. Yesterday, while my wife, Debby, and I were over at Davy and Amy's, Davy told me that he had just written a song. He played it for the first time and now we'd like to share it with you."

I stood center stage and looked behind me. Cooder was on guitar, Parks on keys, Martin on banjo, Hillman on mandolin, Jimenez on the squeezebox. Singers spread out in an arc around us: Crosby, Nash, Dylan (his appearance brought whoops and shrieks), Coolio, Ronstadt and James framed Amy with their arms draped around each other, Browne, Dre, Dogg, Elfman, Thicke, Lukather, Zappa, Begley and Bridges. Wow! I turned to the audience and mouthed out "wow" with my eyes popping out. Mark looked over at me and I kicked off "Bread Basket." The song sounded better than I'd ever imagined with Cooder's slide crying out. Mark and Sid Page took a duet and at one point played on the 'Turkey In The Straw' theme, Martin and Hillman stepped forward and now it was a howdown with the audience clapping to the beat. Parks jumped in with a ragtime piano riff and it was back to me. As we came to the last line, I held up my fist and pointed "1". We sang it again and I pointed "2". We sang it a third time and I shook my fist to signal the end. The music stopped and we sang the last line a cappella with a ritard. It was the sound of angels, I swear. The room stood in a standing ovation and I bowed. I turned to the musicians and began to applaud them and they, in turn, applauded back. I lifted my guitar over my head and yelled, "Now let's raise some more money. Thank you!" and left the stage. I looked triumphant but I will take you that my body was shaking like a leaf and all the energy was drained out of me. A guitar tech took my guitar from me before I was surrounded in hugs.

"That's what it's about," said Dylan. Cooder slapped me five and I told him that I nearly cried hearing his lines, and I meant it. Amy wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "I think I peed myself!" I whispered back, "Me, too!" As the stage was being set for Coolio, Dre and Dogg, we were ushered back into the Green Room.

"I think we got us a show," exclaimed Etta and everyone clapped. I hushed them and said, "Listen, you guys, in my wildest dreams, I could never imagine all of you singing that song, let alone singing with me. If I never play another note again, I will have those we left on that stage with me. I can't believe that a simple song I wrote in five minutes would touch you like this." Tears were rolling down my cheeks. "How do I thank you? If that song can fill some child's, some families', someone's stomach, then I have served my purpose. Thanks to you, I will never forget this. And thank you Mark for making this happen." I hugged him and would not let him go.

Begley shook my hand and told me that I stopped the show and that we would break records raising money tonight. But he wasn't through with me.

"I understand you just bought a big gas-guzzling four-wheeled boat. Considering the environmental problems that exist today, do you think this was a wise move?"

"Ed, I've been waiting for some flack. What I can tell you is that the bus was custom designed by Bran Ferrin. Right now, my dog is inside it with solar-powered air conditioning. Even the disposal units are sealed composters. It has a chassis lined with the Tesla system of lithium batteries...more?"

Ed smiled and said, "I know the bus. I met with Bran and Elon during the R&D phase. I'm impressed. I apologize for coming down on you."

"No apology necessary. I admire you for it and I expect to explain it many times to come."

"I wonder if I can take a look at it? Where is it parked?"

"Just up the road in a trailer park in Malibu. Maybe after the party..."

"Excellent, Davy. Thank you. We'll talk later, okay?"

"It's a deal, Ed."

"Now, I need some water. Amy?"

I turned to see Amy and Debby surrounded by a clutch of stars. I took her hand. Linda Ronstadt was admiring her turquoise brooch. "Excuse me but may I interrupt The Oprah Show for a moment?"

"Oh, fuck Oprah," said Etta. "Leave the sisters alone. We're talking now!"

"Okay, okay. I'm backing up slowly. Don't shoot! Amy, want some water?" She nodded smiling broadly. I knew she was enjoying herself." I turned to get them as a waiter approached and handed me two bottles. I handed one to Amy and walked over to an empty couch. Flopping down on it, Crosby pushed me to the side and made a lot of room for his bulk.

"So, Davy? Want to go out on tour and make a few bucks? Graham and I are thinking about doing a couple of festivals and benefits this summer. We want to turn it into a complete show with Jax, you, Chris and who knows? Only classy venues. Interested?"

"Sure I'm interested. What about getting a sponsor and a cause? How about filming it?"

"Whoa, slow down, Mister Music, slow down. Hey Graham, you should hear this rap!"

Nash came over, "What's it about?"

"He's in but he's ready to bring in the guns. Why don't we hook up in the next few days and talk about this."

"Still sailing?" I asked.

"It can be arranged. It can be arranged."

The show went on for a few hours. Crosby, Browne and Nash were the last to sing before Dylan, Cooder, Parks and Keltner hit the stage. I sat in the wings and watched. Dylan was in a wonderful mood and the music was like watching Picasso paint a masterpiece. Dylan called for all the performers and as we filled the stage, he spoke to the audience for the first time.

"A long time ago, I wrote this song. I haven't done it in a long time but I believe in what we're doing tonight. I believe this is how we lucky ones make a difference. I believe that the times, they are a-changing.

"Come gather 'round people, wherever you roam,

And admit that the waters around you have grown,

And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone,

If your time to you is worth savin',

Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone,

For the times they are a-changin'."

I held Amy's hand and we harmonized. Ronstadt's voice soared above us. The audience became another element of the performance as Bob led us all. Truly magical is the only way to describe it.

"The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast,

The slow one now will later be fast,

As the present now will later be past,

The order is rapidly fadin'

And the first one now will later be last

For the times they are a-changin'."

The show was over and it was a great success. Governor Schwarzenegger took the stage to announce that over $5,000,000 was raised and several food chains and conglomerates were offering to make regular deliveries of donated food to the pantries all over the state of California. Exhilaration swept through the hall and waves of applause and cheers erupted.

The party was nice, too. Although I'd been to many celebrity parties, this one was something else again. Rubbing shoulders with Jack Nicholson and Angelina Jolie was a new thing. When Johnny Depp, Keith Richards and David Geffen congratulated me, I thought I'd totally plotz. I told Amy I'd never wash my hand. Depp grabbed a waiter and passed out glasses of champagne. "To Hunter!" and we toasted his memory. A photo of that moment showed up in Vanity Fair a couple of months later. I framed it.

I found it amazing that so many of these celebrities asked me to autograph their programs. I don't recall ever writing so many. I felt funny about it.

I saw Amy being cornered by George Clooney and I walked over. "I'm sorry but she's taken." He smiled and said that yes, he knew. He was just asking Amy if she could introduce us.

"I have a film coming up later this year and I was wondering if we could meet to talk about it. I'd like you to play a part and contribute to the score. Interested?"

The night went on like this. Buffett pulled me aside and asked if we could meet privately to discuss some ideas as to dealing with my business matters. "Tomorrow good? I want to see your new bus that Begley just told me about."

At around midnight, I was very, very weary and I gave Amy a look. She understood and nodded and we began to make our way out. As the Bentley pulled up and I made sure my guitar was in the back seat, Ed saw us and asked if he could follow is as it was on his way home. Mark and Debby were right behind him. I told him we were leaving and thanked him again. He suggested they join us for a nightcap. In our beautiful car, we led a small parade back to the bus.

I let Santo out and he jumped around as giddy as the rest of us. Amy turned on the interior and popped open some bottles. Others were there, too and we had a little party. Linda said she'd never seen such a cool ride. Buffett wanted one for his next tour. Begley was like a kid in a candy store. Graydon Carter suggested that he'd like to do a story about us with photos by Annie Liebovitz. How do you say no to that? In short order, we'd emptied our stock of Moet and about an hour later, we were finally alone.

"I feel like Sleeping Beauty without the pumpkins," said Amy. "I think we scored big time tonight, my superstar."

"Easy girl, easy. Remember that we're in La La Land, where more dreams are broken than made. There's a lot of talk in this town that comes to naught. So, please, enjoy the moment. Tomorrow might be a whole new story."

"I know, Davy. I'm just loving the moment. It was the most exciting night of my life and I want to wallow in it for a while. Don't be a killjoy!"

I smiled and leaned down to nuzzle Santo. "Santo, what do you think? You're my superstar." I was rewarded with a face full of sloppy dog kisses. "Hey," yelled Amy, "I'm sorry but he's taken!"

Amy and I crawled into bed and replayed the events that had just played out. I completely crashed once I hit that bed and that night I slept hard. And very happy.

The phone woke Amy in the morning. After the third call, she asked me if I was ever getting up. "Jimmy called and said he'd be over at one. He said he was bringing Peter Berrick of Warners with him. Debby called and said dinner is at seven and to bring your guitar. Clooney called and asked if we could meet for lunch tomorrow at Stephan's On Montana, one o'clock."

The phone rang again and I took it. It was Begley asking if we were decent. He said he was out riding his bike and wanted to stop by to use our john. "Sure, Ed. See you in a few. Hey, what time is it?"

"It's 9:15, Davy. Tie to get up and take on the world! See ya' soon."

I turned to Amy and thought aloud, "I didn't think anybody rises before noon in this town, especially on Sunday!"

Amy poured me coffee, "By the way, I'm meeting Linda on Tuesday. We're going shopping. She's taking me to some of her favorite stores. I think we're BFFs."

A few minutes later, Ed pulled up on his ten-speed. "Good morning! Great night last night, wasn't it? You killed!"

"Thanks, Ed. Coffee?"

"Unless it's organic, no thanks."

"Sit. Here's the manual for the bus. It's very complete and very informative."

"Cool." He started pouring through and commenting upon the features. After a few minutes, he asked if he could borrow it and return it later. "You'll be around for a few days, right? I want to absorb this and talk to Bran and Elon. Maybe I can tweak the systems a little for you."

"Sure, take it. If I need an answer to something, I'll call you but since we'll just be sitting here admiring the view, I doubt I'll need it."

"Thanks. I better get going or my wife will have my ass. Later, Davy, and thanks again."

I watched Ed zip off north. The phone rang again. It was Sally calling. Amy filled her in on the events of last night and suddenly Amy screamed. "Davy, Sally says to check out YouTube right now!"

I pulled up YouTube and there on the home page under "New" were clips from last night's show. I clicked on it and couldn't believe my eyes. There were almost a dozen clips of performances as well as clips from the after-party. I clicked on a picture of me standing at the mic at watched all four songs. Obviously, it was filmed from one of the front rows and the sound quality was decent. As I watched "Bread Basket", tears filled my eyes again. Amy was literally jumping up and down and pointing out people to Sally. I just shook my head, amazed and shocked.

"You gotta love the Internet," I said. "God damn, do you look good, baby!" I turned away from the computer and leashed Santo. "Come on, little buddy, let's get some air."

We walked along the beach and my mind was racing. What impact would these videos have on the charity? On me? I didn't know where this road would lead but I was enjoying the ride. I had no idea how this might end, but the journey was exciting and entertaining. Hell, I was having fun!

When we returned, Amy was off the phone and watching the videos. "Davy, come here, you have to see this!" It was a clip of the after-party and there I was toasting to the memory of Hunter Thompson with 'the boys.' There I was again signing autographs for Jennifer Aniston and Samuel L. Jackson. There was Amy, Linda and Halle Berry chatting with Jack Nicholson and Brad Pitt. Jack's eyes were locked on Amy's chest but I felt no twinge of jealousy.

"I'm taking a shower, A, care to join me?"

We locked up the bus and I pressed the button drawing the shades. We got into the shower and washed off. Amy soaped my penis and got it good and hard. "Oh, that's how you want to play, huh?" I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my hips. I pushed her back against the wall and we started our fuck dance. Sliding in and out of her and bouncing her on my dick was too much fun. We were giggling and kissing and giggling and kissing. She told me she wanted to get out and dry off so still mounted on me, I turned off the shower and we squeezed out the door. She grabbed a towel and dried us off as I bounced her around. I was not making the towel drying easy for her. Still a bit damp, I carried her out to the bedroom and placed her onto the bed.

"Fuck my ass, Davy. I want your cum in my ass." I flipped her over onto all fours and standing by the side of the bed, I pushed my boner into her bed. Her sphincter squeezed and sucked me in. She leaned over to the night table and pulled out her rabbit. As I fucked her sweet butt, I felt the vibrations on my sac. Our fucking became fast and furious. She cried out that it felt so good. I was panting hard. I closed my eyes and we were fucking in space again, somewhere high in the clouds. The rabbit was doing it's thing on her as she furiously rubbed it along her vulva and she was emitting her familiar fuck-growl. "Ah, ah, ah." Her voice moved up a register with each sound. I felt her arch and push back against as her orgasm rose. As she peaked, I was as deep into her bowels as I might ever go and let loose my ropes of seminal fluid. We were cumming together and my mind was out in space. Finally, with no more cum to squeeze out, we collapsed on the bed.

"Oh how I love the you we make love," she said gasping for air. We lay a few minutes until a slipped out of her and rolled to the side.

"Tell me, my love, what were you thinking about? What was going through your mind?" Here soft beautiful eyes gazed at me.

"When we make love, darling, my mind goes back to that day in your secret cabin and I'm out somewhere in the sky floating in the clouds. Honest, that's where my mind goes."

"Maybe you won't believe this but I'm visualizing the same thing. I'm soaring with the hawks, I swear. It's amazing that we are both in the same place."

"Is it? That experience in the cabin was maybe the best, most loving experience I've ever known. Why should my brain lock into that moment again."

"Did I tell you how much I love you today...and yesterday...and tomorrow?"

"I don't know, did you?"

I rolled away from her and began to kiss her butt cheeks. I licked all around her ass and began to clean my seed from her hole. She moaned and said that she was going back into space. I softly caressed her ass and lapped away. She rolled her butt around my face and I began to soar with her. I rolled her over and with my hands and my tongue, I opened her pussy to me and buried my face into her. She grabbed my hair and rode the wave. I rubbed my nose around her clit which was now hard and flicking against me. My hands reached up to tug at her nipples as she cried out, "yes...yes..."

Her fingers held her lips apart as her sweet honey soaked my face. She raised her knees up and squeezed my head. I felt her juices flow and drank them in. Suddenly, she arched again and her toes curled. Her pussy was squirting and I didn't want to miss a drop. Finally, she pulled me away and pulled me onto her. Rolling over on top of me, she covered my face in a million kisses.

We lay quietly as we gazed into each other's eyes. She had that dewy-eyed post-cum look. She licked her lips and smiled at me, "You know, my pussy has never tasted so good." I had to agree.

It was nearly eleven now and time to get on with the day. I cleaned the galley and vacuumed the bus as Amy put up a wash and made the bed. Dressed in shorts and tees, we looked like twins and to a certain extent, we felt like twins, too. Two kindred souls.

The phone rang off the hook with people calling to congratulate me and sharing images of the previous night. My email folder was thick with posts. There were so many that it would be a daunting task to go through all of them. But I was in no rush, I would get to it. The phone rang again and it was Jimmy asking if we were still on. He said that Berrick was still coming with him but it would be an off-the-record meeting as Berrick would have to consult with lawyers before he could commit to anything. Jimmy also said that he'd bring lunch and perhaps someone else, if that was okay.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 10



Our story progresses. There's a lot of exposition in this chapter with a bang-up scene toward the end but don't worry, life is only getting better for our heroes and there's plenty more to cum!

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I won't bore you with all the business shit but at one o'clock, Jimmy pulled up with Graham. The Warner's guy showed up a half hour later. We sat in the bus and shot the shit about last night's benefit. Jimmy was kind enough to bring some deli from Greenblatt's and a cold case of Landshark. Graham amplified his ideas about the summer tour. Smoking a joint, we blue-skied about it. Amy puttered around for a while doing some housekeeping chores. It was difficult for us to stay focused as she moved around the bus in her little daisy dukes and her t-shirt. Half of her sweet butt hung out and every time she leaned over, her nipples swayed and poked the shirt. Oh, my.

Ideas flew around. Graham said that he and Crosby had passed some ideas around, too. They were calling it "The Breadbasket Tour" and the idea was to have a loose amalgam of artists raise money for local food pantries around the country. I suggested that we could play a couple of big outdoor festivals like Bonnaroo and pass buckets around raising money for local outlets. Also, we could play a couple of big arenas like the Garden in some select cities, too. Jimmy brought up some corporate sponsors and then video rights. I gave him the names of my people in New York and he said he's have his people do all the heavy lifting.

"Here's where we play Warner's," he said. "We offer them the film and video rights in exchange for freedom from whatever contracts they claim to still hold on our rights. I know we could fight them in court and win but it's so much easier for them to take the carrot."

"That would be sweet," I added. "I don't want anymore deals from these guys. I'd rather sell my stuff online - through a web site, the iTunes Store or Spotify in Europe."

And that's pretty much how our meeting went. The suit showed up and took the carrot. It seemed too easy but I admired Jimmy's knowledge and ability to speak their language. Not for nothing was this guy a multimedia success but he made me uneasy. I thought that he was somewhat of a sleazebag. He offered us a $100,000 dollar option right there on the spot but Jimmy and Graham waved him off saying that it was premature. After he drove off, we smoked another one and tossed some names around for the shows. We'd pull big name locals to join us in their areas to help hype the venture, like JT in Massachusetts, Billy in New York, and like that. It sounded like a plan. I asked them about the option offer and Graham pointed out that our presentation was simply a ruse to make him salivate and it worked. Jimmy suggested that when the time came, several studios would be tripping over themselves and raising the ante considerably. We left the bus to walk Santo but it was too difficult to keep the conversation going as we were recognized and too busy signing autographs. We quickly headed back and shaking hands, we parted. As they were getting into Jimmy's car, he pulled me aside.

"Davy, it's good to have you back in the game. Especially now that we can do it our way. When I heard you at the Woody Creek, I saw that you still had that instant rapport and I knew this could be good thing. And don't worry about your publishing rights either, that will all work out in your favor. They have nothing on you anymore and it will all revert to you, even the movie stuff. I'll call you in the next couple of days."

I breathed a huge sigh of relief. The last thing I wanted to do was get involved in a lawsuit. Even though I knew I'd win, I hate to pay litigators. Amy was all smiles when I sat down at the table.

"Davy, you are on one fucking roll, you know that?"

"Pardon me, partner, but that should be 'we'...we rock, do you know that? Wanna take a drive?"

We put Santo into the car and dropped the top. For the next couple of hours, we just drove around, taking in the sights. So many places brought back fond memories; The Chateau Marmont where the parties were demonic, Wilshire and Doheny where I once bumped into Groucho Marx and his Erin, Laurel Canyon where Lowell George and I flew his little model planes while stoked on acid...such memories. We drove through Topanga where Phil Spector once told me he'd make me a star. Thanks anyway, Phil. Driving through that area, I avoided the ranch where the Manson family took up residence. I headed up toward Point Mugu and then south, stopping a few times to take in the Pacific. It was a relaxing little excursion.

Back in the bus, I polished off the rest of my pastrami on rye. Amy said she had some lyrics she wanted me to look at.

"This has been running through my head for days. Maybe you can help me polish it," and she began to read to me.

"I'm hearing birds cry to me as they fly by,

In formation, they pass and they wave goodbye,

I'm alone with you somewhere up in the sky,

It's where I want to be - with my guy."

"What do you think? Where do I want to go with this?"

"It's a good chorus. What is the story you want to tell?"

"I want to try to express - politely - what it feels like when we make love. I want to get that 'floating in the clouds' message across."

"Okay...maybe we could make it more universal...make the verses non-specific and more abstract. Maybe a verse could start with 'In a place above the tree line where the air is pure and clean...the ground below is so far away, blending into green...somewhere in a special place where everything is serene...there is no place better than in your love and I think you know what I mean.' Maybe that's too moon-june-spoon but it might work. It's always better to speak in your own voice and keep it simple. It makes the listener get it right away."

"Uh-huh, I see that. I wrote all that down and I'll play with it. Thanks for the tips. I want to work on this alone. I want to see if I can express myself this way."

"That's a wonderful goal. Here's another tip. If you are stuck and don't know where the story is going, look in my rhyming dictionary, you might see a word that spurs you on. You'd be surprised at how quickly it will help to finish your thought and resolve the line."

"Ok, I will. In fact, that's a good idea. I seem to look at this as though it was a crossword puzzle and not a story."

"It has to be a story. You have to tell a story or you will lose the listener. It has to be somewhat linear, too. It starts and it ends. Everything gets resolved."

"Cool. I'm inspired now." She curled up in the couch and began to write. I let her alone and rolled on the floor with Santo. After a bit of this, I gave him his favorite beef jerky treat (as it is not fit for human consumption) and I went back to my computer to check out more videos from the benefit. I noted that the videos seemed to be in high-def so the photographer must have been using the latest cell phone or pocket camera. Well, that figures, this being L.A. I also noted that all the videos came from one person because the angle was the same on all of them. He must have been busy all night. Finally, I was glad to see that the videos that included me were getting a lot of hits. I know how vain that must sound but I was not thinking of myself so much as my marketing possibilities. Also, in the back of my mind, I'm thinking about putting up a web page, a facebook page, a MySpace page and maybe even Tweeting.

Looking upon all the videos, I really liked all the artists sets. Dylan especially looked at the top of his game. Ronstadt sounded sweet and I loved the warm sound the band provided. The video of "Stretching Out" included my introduction and Jimmy looked and sounded terrific. It hardly surprised me that whenever Amy appeared, she stole the scene and what could be better than that? Taken as a whole, it was a great bunch of videos and I hoped they would become viral in a short amount of time.

Amy stopped writing and waved to me so I pulled off my headphones. "You hungry?"

"No, not really. I'm good. I was just watching the videos and baby, you are the bee's knees."

"Aw, you're just saying that. You lookin' to get laid?"

I laughed. "I don't have to look far. Hey, what's the dress code for tonight?"

"Debby said to dress very casually - jeans and sneakers. Debby also requested that we bring Santo to keep their dog company."

"Oh, good, he'll enjoy that. I'm not really in the mood to get dressed up, so that's good news, too. I want to be dressed up to get messed up."

Now it was her turn to laugh. "I know what you mean. I'm feeling sexy so I hope you don't mind if I dress a little provocatively."

"Mind? How could I mind? You just want George and Jack to drool all over you again." She turned red and I knew I was on target. Why shoudn't she want that? It's every girl's dream. I stood up, walked to the front of the bus and stared out at the ocean.

"Amy, come here quick!"

"What is it?" she said as she hopped up.

There in the Pacific, not too far off shore, was a school of dolphins playfully breaching and diving.

"Wow! I've never seen that before, Davy. Let's get closer!" I leashed Santo and we ran out to the shoreline. There must have been a few dozen dolphins arcing through the water. The sunlight played and bounced off their skin.

"Look at how graceful they are and they all seem to be smiling." There were several dozen people watching the scene. Many were snapping pictures but not us. We were transfixed. Even Santo sat still and watched. After a while, they turned west toward the horizon and disappeared. Saying nothing, we held hands and walked north along the beach. The seaside homes perched over the water. They all seemed so precarious but you knew they weren't.

"Wouldn't you love one of those, Davy?"

"Sure...but none of these houses have any property. They all seem to be on top of each other. I'd rather have land and view and privacy. I like the views I used to have in East Hampton. Different oceans, different styles, same stupidly exorbitant prices." 

"Yes, I think you're right. I think I'd rather have land and privacy, too. Still, if I ever wanted a beach house, this could work."

We turned and started to walk back. Amy asked if I would give her a massage. She said that she felt a little muscle-bound and said that it was from the inner tension she experienced last night. "I didn't realize just how keyed up I was until I got out of bed this morning. Don't you feel a little sore today?"

"No, hon, I got over that years ago. When it's fun and not work, it's easy. It's part of my routine. When the spotlight hits or when the guitar gets strapped on or when the mic is live, I become 'Davy Harper - Performer' and I fall into that role without even thinking."

"I don't get that sense...that is, that you change persona. You seem so natural, So 'Davy' all the time."

"That's nice to hear. It's just a matter of switching to the other side of your brain and I suppose it's become a natural thing for me. But that's really nice to hear because, many years ago, I decided that I was going to be the same 'me' all the time. I didn't want to become affected. There are too many of those people around already. And, it is so much less stressful."

We reached the bus and Santo instantly flopped down in his new favorite place and fell asleep. I stripped the bed and threw a fresh sheet over it. I closed the shades and I turned on some gentle sitar ragas. I asked Amy to lay on her stomach and relax for a few minutes. While she quietly lay, I warmed up some scented body lotion. By the time I returned she was relaxed and buns-up beautiful. I started at her feet and with whatever shiatsu and deep tissue knowledge I had, I gave her a firm massage. She let out little sounds of pleasure. I moved up her legs and then to her arms. I worked on her shoulders and buttocks with a strong, steady motion. As I worked on her shoulders, her breathing was deep and steady and I realized that she was in a deep sleep. I tiptoed out and closed the door. Back in the salon, I stretched out in the recliner and turned on the television. I flipped around until I found a CSI rerun. I don't remember what it was about because I fell asleep, too.

The phone woke us. "You two coming or what?" It was Mark and we were late. I apologized and told him that we'd fallen asleep. I said we'd be over in a little while. He gave me directions and told me to hurry up. I asked if we could bring anything and he replied, "Your dog, your axe and your ass. Now get a move on!" Amy walked out of the bedroom stretching and yawning.

"That was about the best nap I think I've ever had. I feel refreshed. Who was that?"

"It was Mark and we're already fashionably late. Let's dress and get out of here."

"Okay. Give me a few minutes in the bathroom and we'll go."

I got dressed in my favorite outfit: jeans and sneakers, a black t-shirt underneath a battered light blue work shirt. No underwear. Amy came out of the bathroom and approved. She'd already put on her makeup and it took her no time to dress either. She wore jeans and sneakers, too, a dark red cotton top over a lacy red bra. The v-neck of her blouse plunged into her cleavage and she looked as sexy as I've seen her. Each time she bent over, I could see down her shirt and glimpse those perfect melons. I told her so and she preened, smiling. Her jeans seemed poured on and I took a firm grasp of her butt.

"Save it, stud. Let's go."

I grabbed the guitar and threw it into the truck. Santo found his spot in the back seat and before you could say, "boo!" we were winding around Laurel Canyon toward their house on Beech Knoll Road. As we pulled up, a security guard checked off our names and a valet took the car. The house sat on a ridge with a spectacular view of the canyon facing southeast in the direction of West Hollywood. As we were so late, the party was in full swing when we entered.

"Hello, Sleepyheads," said Debby as she took our hands and led us through the house and onto the patio. Waiters were serving little hot dogs, slider hamburgers, wraps and burritos. Santo was introduced to a couple of dogs, Marion and Orson. He seemed nonplussed. He was more interested in the hot dogs and hamburgers. I took him off the leash knowing that we would never be too far from me and he walked around looking at the ground for crumbs. Mark was at the side of the rectangular pool which was lit by lots of floating candles. He was busy talking to someone as I approached.

"Davy! Nice of you to wake up and join us!" I shrugged and apologized. "Davy, do you know Mark Harmon? Mark, Davy." We shook hands and Harmon complimented me on my set at the benefit. Mark took my guitar from me and set it down by a bunch of other cases. A waiter came by with cold beer and tequila shots. Mark scooped up three shots but I passed telling him, "Not yet."

"Come on, Davy, it will take the sleep out of your eyes. One shot...to us!"

"Ok, Mark, twist my arm! Here's to everything you wish yourself."

We drank our shots and I sipped my beer. Amy was on the other side of the pool talking to Debby and Courtney Cox. "Let me introduce you around," said Mark.

I exchanged pleasantries with all sorts of icons from the entertainment industry. A photographer who seemed to hang around the periphery took several pictures most of which I knew would land on TMZ and ET. Eventually, we made our way around the pool toward our partners. Amy pulled me aside and said, "Can you believe that we're at a real Hollywood party? This is so exciting. I was talking to Kevin Costner's wife and, get this, we went to high school together! What a small world!"

"Speaking of being a small world, there's Judd Apatow. He grew up with my daughter on Long Island." We walked over to say hello and Judd recognized me right away. He was in conversation with Shia LaBoeuf and Russell Brand. Someone handed me a joint as I approached. Judd threw his hand out, "Mr. Harper! How are you. I haven't seen you in years!" He introduced me around telling them that I was the first celebrity he ever knew. Natalie Portman rushed over asking if she could join the reunion. Natalie was also from the old neighborhood and we all had a happy time regaling stories, some of which I never knew. Natalie said that she bumped into my daughter a few months ago in New York City and that she looked great. Judd asked me to say hello to her and to ask her to call him.

He also gave me a wonderful compliment. "You were just amazing last night. It reminded me of a day when I was at your house and you were playing guitar and singing..."

"Wasn't that the Sweet Sixteen party," Nats asked Judd.

"Yeah, maybe it was. That was a good party. Last night, I felt that you were singing in your living room again. You seemed so casual."

"Yes, that was fun. But, to be honest, I was in really in paradise playing with my idols. A lot of last night was a big blur to me."

Amy asked them about what I was like when they were growing up. Judd shrugged and said that I seemed a whole lot happier now. Just then Will and Jada Smith walked up and we shook hands. Linda Ronstadt was approaching Amy and Julia Roberts was at her side. Within moments, we were all pleasantly in conversation. Amy and Julia had met several times in Aspen and they were catchng up on gossip about some of the characters. I felt perfectly comfortable in this company when I heard my name being called. It was Jimmy Buffett asking me to get out my guitar. I excused myself and joined Jimmy and George Porter, Jr, one of my favorite bassists.

We started to play "Cheeseburgers in Paradise". Jimmy makes you feel like a pair of loose shoes when you play with him. Nothing changes with him over time. When we ended, I kicked into a slow funk groove and kicked into "Get Out My Life Woman" just because I wanted to hear George lay it down. Jim Keltner set up a snare and a high hat. His foot tapped a wood block and we had it going. Geroge was smiling. Mark had his fiddle out and the sound was so cool it made us all smile. Linda came over and we kicked into "The Shoop Shoop Song." A bunch of the woman joined her as a backup and they all started to do some Motown choreography. What a scene!

Mark brought it down a little with "As The Years Go Passing By" and I had the opportunity to stretch out on a blues lead which felt very satisfying. As we ended it, I recalled that many years before, I hung out with Lowell George at his house which was not too far away up by Blue Jay Way. I started to play "On Your Way Down" and was happily surprised to hear Paul Barrere playing a Lowell-esque slide. Linda sang lead and when the song ended, we all took deep breaths.

"I hope Lowell liked that," she said.

Jimmy started "Like A Rolling Stone" and we had a great time playing it in a barrel-house, drunken style. Will Smith took the lead with a very comedic rendition. As we closed that song, Debby called out that there were fresh hot ribs available and we should grab some now.

"Uh-oh, the battle-axe calls! We better go or I'm in big trouble." Everybody laughed at Mark and we put down out instruments and headed for the table set up under the awning. More people were now joining the party and the house and backyard filled up. I saw Crosby and we waved to each other. Amy gave me a poke in the ribs when she spotted Clooney and his beautiful girlfriend. There was Matthew Broderick and Sarah Jessica Parker. Johnny Depp and his wife were deep in conversation with Steven Soderburgh. I saw Richard Lewis laughing with Bruce Willis who was holding a harmonica. Hooray for Hollywood!

But ok those ribs. I complimented Debby but she waved to the chef. "He's from Memphis. He worked at Corky's? You know Corky's?"




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I've heard of it but never eaten there. Whenever I'm in Memphis, I go to the Rendezvous."

"Those are great, too. I grew up just outside of Memphis and I've had then all but purely love Corky's Slow Cooked."

"Yes indeed, they certainly are delicious."

I heard a blues harp and turned around to see Willis playing with Keltner and Lee Sklar. I wiped my hands and picked up someone's blond Tele and jumped in. It was "Don't Start Me To Talkin'" into "She Caught The Katy" into "Fattening Frogs For Snakes" and it was wild. Kootch beckoned for his guitar and I handed it over and they jumped into "Let The Good Times Roll" - the Louis Jordan one. The joint was rockin' I thanked Kootch, bowed to the band and made my way back to Amy.

"This is some great party. Did you taste these ribs?"

"It is and I did. I think I'm going to break down and have a drink, my chops are dry."

"Did I hear you say that you were going to have a drink?" asked Mark. Waving to the bartender, he whispered something to him and then went over to where the band was playing. When the song ended, he took the mic.

"Friends, friends...may I have your attention, please? My friend, Davy Harper, has decided to break down and have a drink. And so, I would like to make a toast...a Hollywood toast, if you will. The waiters are coming around with an assortment of beverages. If you are a twelve-stepper, as most of you are, please take a soft drink. (laughter). The rest of you are invited to take a tequila shooter (more laughter). Now, last week, my darling Debby and I hooked up with Davy and Amy at one of our favorite vacation spots. Well, things got to things and I invited Davy to join us at the Food Pantry Benefit. As luck would have it, he agreed. I'd like to make a toast to all of you who helped to make this year's benefit the most profitable one we've ever held and to my friend, Davy Harper, who helped to make it the most pleasurable one I've ever experienced. He's inspired me, and a whole bunch of others, to go further than we've ever gone with this project and to make new and better things happen in the future for all those who are not as lucky as we. Here's to my buddy, Davy, and to the new things we will do together. God bless you all. (applause)"

I sheepishly turned red and Amy elbowed me. I lifted my shooter and tossed it back. Mark waved me to the mic but I waved him off. Amy pushed me toward it and I hesitated again. The crowd started to chant and I conceded and walked toward Mark, nodding my head 'no' but gesturing with my hand to 'give me more.'

"Thanks Mark and thanks to all of you. When Mark asked if I would join him on stage, I could not refuse. Not too many years ago, I, too, was the beneficiary of food pantries and soup kitchens so I understood the need to raise money and fill all those shelves, not just here but all around our country. Our country...the richest nation in the world...and we have to raise money to help the poor, the hungry, the unemployed, the unlucky. What's wrong with this picture? Something is truly fucked with this picture. Unfortunately, we are not equipped to solve this problem orselves but we are able to ease the pain. And that's what we do, we entertainers...we ease the pain...we take people away from their problems and we ease their pain. And it helps us to ease our own pain, too. I am blessed to be here with my partner, Amy Bieler and we are blessed to be here with all of you - all of you beautiful souls who give of yourself, your craft, your art and your pockets. Now, after having said all of that, I'd like to break down again and have another shooter (laughter)...but this one is to my friends, Mark and Debby O'Flannery and to thank them for their love, their vision and their consummately healing devotion to all that is good and right." The waiters scooted around with another round. "Now, I know that I'm pushing my envelope here but fuck it, let's boogie!" Laughter and applause greeted my toast and we threw back another one. Mark came over and hugged me as flashbulbs went off. He picked up his violin and I grabbed my Martin. He began to play a beautiful cadenza which worked it's way into "Let's Work Together." The rest of the band jumped in and all the other musician's picked up their instruments, too. The singers congregated on the side and within a minute or two, we were into it and on the beat. It became a big sing-along, clap-along.

"Oh well now, come on you people,

Walk hand in hand,

Let's make this world of ours,

A good place to stand,

And work together,

Come on, come on,

Let's work together.

Because together we will stand,

Every boy, girl, woman and man,

Well now together we will stand,

Every boy, girl, woman and man."

Applause and cheers followed the song and I felt real camaraderie. I put my guitar down and walked back to my girl. I hugged and kissed her.

"You're drunk!," she laughed.

"Close but not yet. But I do have to sit down."

Debby took me by the hand and led us into the living room and a big comfy couch. It felt good to sit and I had relaxed conversation with lots of different people who passed through the room, many of whom were leaving. Amy got me an orangeade and I chugged half of it in one gulp. Clooney sat down next to me and asked I was good to meet him on Wednesday at The Oak Room instead of Stephan's On Montana as originally planned. "Only if Amy joins us," I said and he said, "Well, of course!" I explained to George that when it came to business, Amy had a better head than I and that we assessed all our business together. He was fine with that.

The rest of the evening seemed to pass a bit faster and soon, it was getting late. I suggested to Amy that we mosey on but Debby and Mark wouldn't hear of it. Soon the place was empty and the staff was cleaning up. We found ourselves on the patio having coffee with Mark, Debby, and their neighbors, Andrew and Bobbie. Andrew, a lawyer, also happened to represent Mark's interests. The catering manager told Debby that they would return in the morning to finish up.

"How's about we hit the hot tub. What do you say? It's only eleven." The next thing I knew, the six of us were naked and sipping drinks from plastic cups. There were a couple of shots left in the tequila bottle and we passed it around taking swigs. Andrew lit a bowl and passed that around. I was taking in the view of the twinkling lights of the city off in the distance at the foot of the canyon. I was not paying attention to the conversation. My mind was swimming.

"Davy, did you hear anything I just said?" asked Andrew. "Davy?"

Shaken from my reverie and okay, maybe a combination of a little bit tipsy, a little woozy and a bit of whacked, I apologized and said that I was off in the stars somewhere. Mark stepped in and told Andrew that we weren't talking business tonight.

"Good, Mark, because I don't think I'm of sound mind," I said.

"Always the lawyer," said Bobbie, shaking her head, He just can't turn it off." I took a good look at her and appraised her naked body. I've always had a thing for small Asian woman but Bobbie didn't do it for me. Maybe it was her fake boobs. Maybe it was because she was obviously a trophy wife and well pampered. I don't know. She certainly was pretty and exotic looking but, on this night, who knows why she didn't arouse me.

"I'll discuss it with the Davy tomorrow, Andrew, and thank you," said Amy. "Will you guys excuse us, we're both bushed and I can see that Davy is a bit twisted. Are you guys free this week? We'd love to return...maybe for lunch or dinner and a tub?"

Debbie said that she was exhausted, too and the tub was knocking her out. She suggested we call it a night. We exited the tub and were toweling off. Even Mark looked whipped. Andrew, on the other hand, seemed to be the Energizer Bunny and was loading up a bong. I took a deep hit as Amy dragged me out to the car.

"Davy! You forgot your guitar!" Mark called after me.

"Damn, I must be really wasted!" We hugged as I put it in the trunk. Amy took the keys from me as Debby said she's meet her tomorrow.

I looked at Amy quizzically. "Girl's day...were going shopping, remember."

"Oh, yes. Sorry, A. My head is swimming."

"Okay, Davy, I'll let it pass...this time," she was smiling, thank God.

Mark said he's call me in the morning and I gave him a thumb's up.

We got into the car and I began to give her directions. "Shush...GPS." We were back at the bus in a few minutes. We closed up our vehicles and quickly snuggled into bed. Santo was already snoring.

"Davy, I have a lot to say to you. I loved your toast and I loved the whole incredible scene tonight but I really don't want to talk with my mouth full." She took my soft drunken cock between her lips and began to kiss it in a most loving way. It flopped around as she kissed the head and nibbled around the crown. My blood rushed directly from my skull into my little head and she moaned in delight as it began to stiffen under her manipulation. Her tongue swathed around the magic vein down to the edge of my scrotum and back up. She squeezed it and forced me to jump as got harder. She waved it around her lips and made popping sounds as she sucked my piss-slit. "Ohhh...," I moaned as she sucked the length and gobbled me. Her fingernails lightly scraped my balls and followed her mouth up and down, up and down, up and down. If there was a course in blowjobs, she wrote the syllabus. As she grasped my girth between her lips and slid up and down, her tongue performed it's magic on me. I was in heaven as my pre-cum dripped and she sucked it out, making my helmet nearly burst from the hypersensitivity I was feeling. Several times, I tried to pick up the pace but she slowed it down, as if to savor a gourmet meal.

"I can't hold it back much longer, baby. It feels too good."

"Let me have it. Feed me your cum...all of it."

She bottomed out at the base of my dick and gradually picked up the pace. Between the feeling of her tight hold on my sac and my dick tickling the back of her throat, I knew it wouldn't be long before I splashed her palate. And I was correct as I felt my cum rise. It seemed to shoot up like a rocket as I began to spew my seedless, viscous milk into her. She was siphoning out my cum ravenously. I couldn't slow down as it pumped into her, shot after shot after shot.

"Mmmm...more...give me more, Davy."

I raised up my hips and splashed into her. Her soft sucking was draining me and I felt the sensitivity of my nerve endings tingle. I could shoot no more but that didn't stop her as she smeared my cock around her face and shook it. She squeezed and pulled every last drip of me until I had to pull her away. She held my dick and ran her palm up and around it as it softened and deflated. My breathing slowly began to regulate as she curled into my arm and lightly licked my left nipple.

"Close you eyes, baby, and fall asleep, my love."

"Okay, but first I must kiss your beautiful face...oh, that felt so fine." I held her tight and devoured her mouth with mine. We melded into one loving organism and I closed my eyes. Her warm body tucked into mine was comforting, my body relaxed. My mind seemed to shut down and I was soon asleep, dreaming of her snuggling into me.

When I arose in the morning, I found her curled up in the couch and writing again. I sipped my coffee and scratched Santo's head, making sure I did not disturb her. Suddenly, pencil down, she stopped and looked at me.

"You won't believe the song I just wrote! You have got to read this!" She shook her head in disbelief as she handed me the notebook. I began to read aloud.

"Call me on the telephone,

Pick a time when I'm home alone,

Put on your deepest baritone, and

Talk Dirty To Me.

Tell me your deepest hidden fantasies,

Describe a part of me you'd like to squeeze,

You raise my body heat by ten degrees when you

Talk Dirty To Me.

Tell me how you like to do it.

Tell me how you like it done.

Snuggle up to the mouthpiece.

We're gonna make big fun.

If you're tired of acting dignified,

And you want me to make you feel good inside,

Don't start to stutter, don't get all tongue-tied, just

Talk Dirty to Me.

Tell me how you like to do it.

Tell me how you like it done.

Give me your credit card number,

And baby, are you over twenty-one?

Dial the number at your fingertips,

Let's keep it going 'til the phone line drips,

Let down your hair, let loose your lips and

Talk Dirty To Me (go for it, baby)

Talk Dirty To Me (do it, do it, do it, do it)

Talk Dirty To Me.

"This is fucking great, Amy! Where the hell did this come from?"

"I had a dream last night of when I was in college. During my first semester, I was hungry for some cash because my habits were becoming expensive. So this girl on my dorm floor turned me on to this phone sex company and several of us starting working for them. I only did it for a few months. At first it turned me on and I would finger myself as I chatted but that didn't last long. I began to feel guilty about separating these saps from their hard-earned cash. I also felt dirty - kind of seemy, so I stopped it and never went back to it. I never told anybody about it because I was ashamed but somehow, it all poured out of me this morning and kind of wrote itself."

"I think it's excellent. I can't wait until I see you perform it. The audience will go nuts for this, I guarantee it."

"I feel exhilarated now. My whole being seems freed up and loose. Hey, I like this songwriting thing, it's fun!"

"I'm glad to see your creativity flow. Now that you're letting it out, keep the tap open and keep it going."

"Oh, I will. I will. But now, I'm going to shower and get ready for my day with the ladies."

"And I'm going to walk my hairy little buddy."

My cell phone rang as we approached Los Flores. It was Ed and his enthusiasm blared through the speaker. "Hey Davy, I've got some interesting stuff to share with you. Are you busy?"

"No, not at all, Ed. It is a bit of an off-day for me. I'm just walking my dog on the beach."

"Can I stop by in about an hour?"

"Sure. I'll be here."

The phone rang again. It was Mark. "What are you up to today?" he asked.

"I just got a call from Begley. He's coming by in about an hour to discuss some things he learned about the bus. What about you? What are you doing today?"

"Not a lot. I have a meeting later this afternoon with Andrew but I think I'll bail on it. I thought I might come by and hang if that's cool with you."

"Of course it is, Mark. I'm here. Come by whenever."

"Ok. I'll let Deb drop me off when she picks up Amy. Let's see, it's 10:30...we'll be there in about forty-five minutes, alright?"

"Great. See you then."

Santo and I turned to walk back. It was warm and, as usual, my feet were bare allowing the sand to sift through my toes. I felt like a beach bum today and I liked it. From far off, I could see a figure prowling around the bus. As I sneakily approached the bus, I saw that it was my creepy nervy neighbor and he was trying to peer into it. I was angry and ready to kick his ass but instead, I took out my cell as I neared and waiting for him to come around. When he turned toward the front, he nearly banged into me and was shocked.

I grabbed his collar. "So, I'm about to hit the send on 911. Why shouldn't I?" Santo, sensing my anger, began to growl.

He froze. "Please don't, Mr. Harper. Please. I'm not doing anything, I swear."

"Bullshit. Not doing anything, my ass! What's in your hand?", I asked as I grabbed it from him. "Ooh-wee! A Flip camcorder! Now what's a bum like you doing with a Flip? Who'd you rip this off of?"

"Nobody, I swear. He gave it to me. He said he'd pay me if I filmed you and her and your friends doing stuff. I got nothing against you, man. I just need the cash, y'know?"

"Who said they'd pay you?"

"This guy." He handed me a card. "He told me to call him when I had something good and I could email it to him...said he'd pay me two-fifty."

The card read: "Tom Avinet, Larson & Lowry, Private Investigators". Located in Bel Air and an email address.

"So now you get nothing. The camera's mine now, too. And I'm calling the cops." I took a quick look at his footage and was glad to see that the dark tinted glass prevented the camera from filming anything. All he'd shot was the reflection off the glass.

"No, no, please. I can't get another hit. I swear I'm telling you the truth."

"I know you're full of shit." I grabbed his collar and opened the door. "Amy? You decent? Can you come here?"

Amy came out holding her mascara wand. "I'm just finishing my makeup. What's up?"

At that moment, Ed pulled up on his bike. He saw me holding the kid by the collar and he sensed trouble. "You need some help?"

"Yes, please. Will you hold onto him for me? I'm trying to decide whether to call the cops or not. I caught him snooping around the bus with this HD camcorder. He says he's getting paid by a private detective to get hot stuff on me and on my friends. I'm thinking about what to do with him."

Amy asked for the card and told us to hold on to him while she made a phone call. Ed grabbed the kid from me and asked if he should kick his ass. Just at that moment, Mark, Debby and Linda drove up. I repeated the story to them. Linda and Deb went into the bus. Santo was confused; should he growl at the kid or follow the women into the bus. He scampered into the bus where the smells were better.

Mark and Ed suggested that the private detective was dealing with some paparazzi but I wasn't buying that. So far, the paparazzi hadn't figured out where I was hanging and anyway, they'd taken plenty of good shots in the last few days. The kid was shaking and scared because Ed kept telling him that the cops were on their way.

Amy called me into the bus. "I just called one of my people to look into this guy, Avinet. We should know some more soon."

Linda hung up her phone. "I just spoke to an old friend who's a detective on the force. He tells me that this guy, Avinet, is very shady and often does work for the studios. He suggested that the bus might be bugged. He's coming over now to check it out as a favor. I think he still has a thing for me. He'll be here in a couple of minutes."

I walked out of the bus with the women behind me and asked the kid where he planted the bug. The kid went wide-eyed.

"How'd you know?"

"Look, I'm not fucking playing with you anymore. The cops will be here in five minutes and you're toast anyway so you better give it up."

"Oooh, shit." he groaned. "If I show you will you let me go? I don't need anymore trouble."

"Fuck you. You did this to yourself. If you didn't need the trouble, you shouldn't have gotten into this. I'll be glad when they toss you, you little fuck."

"Okay, okay, okay. Here's one." He reached under the awning latch and pulled a small wireless mic from under the cowling. "Here's the other one and I swear, that's all there is." He led us around to the rear of the bus and opened the vented exhaust door. Reaching up and into it, he took out the other one and handed it to me. "Look, I just put them there a few minutes ago. Will you let me go now?"

Linda called her friend and told him what we had found. He said he was just around the bend and that some police crusisers were ahead of him. Just then, a black Chevy with tinted windows parked about a hundred yards away took off screeching toward the exit. Unfortunately for him, a police car was pulling into the trailer park and blocked him. Soon, three other police cars surrounded the car.

"Well, it looks like we got us a party."

A few moments later, another car, this one unmarked, pulled in. A tall handsome guy stepped out as the officers were questioning the driver. We watched silently until, with the driver in cuffs, they walked toward us.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 10



Linda greeted her friend, Lloyd, and I saw his eyes sparkle. Ed whispered that it looked like he was making a screen test. Then he said, "Hey, I know him. He worked as an advisor on a show I did."

"Hello, Mr. Harper. Mr. Begley, nice to see you again. Linda! I'm Detective Lloyd Taeger. The guy in the cuffs over there is Tom Avinet. May I have the bugs you discovered, please?" I handed them over. "I have the portable recorder in his car. This is good, I've wanted your ass for a while now, Mr. Avinet, but you're a slippery bastard."

Avinet was sweating profusely. "I don't know what you're talking about. These ain't mine."

The kid said, "I ain't going to jail for this. You owe me $250. You gave me these and told me where to put them."

Lloyd looked at Avinet and laughed, "It looks like you're in deep shit, Tommy boy...your accomplice just fingered you." He looked at the uniforms and told them to bring him in and book him. They began to read him his rights.

"Wait, wait a minute," cried Avinet. "This guy at Warners paid me to do this. I swear. I've done some stuff for him before. Come on, let's make a deal."

"You can tell me all about it at the station house. Take the kid, too." They were both led away. Lloyd said that I could press charges if I liked but since they were in possession of illegal bugging devices, it wasn't necessary and this way, we could keep it away from the press. He also suggested he sweep the bus before he left. He couldn't find anything else and after some private words with Linda, he took off, too. We all went into the bus and I closed the door and drew the shades.

"I promised him he could take me to dinner. That's not so bad. He's kind of hunky - and these days, I used use a hunk of that."

I lit a joint and took a deep drag before passing it around. "It's kind of lucky that I spotted the kid prowling around. I've got to call Jimmy and my people in New York, if you'll excuse me for a couple of minutes."

I made my calls and filled everyone in on what had just gone down. Jimmy was thrilled. He thought it would make a good chapter in his next adventure novel. He also asked if he could pass along the bad news to the brass at Warners. "You know, you have them by the short and curlies now. I love it." I told him to wait on it as I was sure my lawyers wanted to make the first call. He agreed and said he wanted to write this down immediately. He was positively cackling. My New York call went just as well and I could visualize them all jumping up and down.

I went over to my desk and opened my lockbox. I peeled off a bunch of bills and handed them to Amy, Debby and Linda. "Here's a thousand dollars each. I want you all to piss this away today. Buy stupid stuff, buy anything. Let's all celebrate. It's not everyday that an artist gets freed from all contracts, gets all his rights back and gets back at the people who fucked him way back when. Revenge will be very, very sweet." I danced around holding my sides in laughter.

The girls were giddy as they headed out. Amy asked them to wait while she finished her makeup. Debby said, "Screw that! Let's go get done!" Linda grabbed her arm and said that they still had to pick up someone else and they ran out, jumping into the Caddy.

"Whew!" I said! "This is good day!" We sat around and shmoozed a while. The weed calmed us a little but we were all plenty euphoric.

"Listen Davy," Ed said, "If you want, we can take a drive over to the Tesla Showroom. It's just down the road in Santa Monica and Elon is over there today. He said he wants to update the bus for you. He was telling me that since he and Ferrin first customized this bad boy, there are some things he wants to tweak. You guys up for it?"

"What the fuck? It's only a buck." I said.

"No, no, no," Mark quipped. "If Vanity Fair and Annie Liebovitz want to do a story on you and Amy and the bus - it sounds like a trade-off freebie to me."

'Come on, guys, let's go." I put out some treats and water for Santo and locked up the bus, making sure I hd all the security on. We piled into the Bentley and drove off laughing like loons. Ten minutes later, we pulled in front of the Tesla showroom. Elon Musk immediately came out of his office and greeted us. He showed us around several cars and talked about the upcoming sedan. He was a real car buff as well as a fast talker and a sharp salesman but a very fun and entertaining character.

"There's a few things I'd like to do to the bus, Davy. I'd like to update the computer software. I want to tweak the ESS and the PEM modules. We can increase the range for you...a bunch of things under the skin and maybe a few more luxuries for you. Ferrin liked it more utilitarian but we can make it classier and well as more efficient. It won't change the footprint at all. What do you say? I can price it up for you and get back to you with it."

"It sounds great, Elon. (Of course, I hadn't a clue to what we was talking about but I knew it was all good.) Since Graydon wants to do a story about our travels - with Annie Liebovitz behind the lens - it'll make the story even better!"

"He does? Oh, wow! Let me go wild, Davy. Forget about the price, we'll call it a wash!" Mark privately winked at me.

"Go for it, Elon. But listen, before you make any changes to the interior, you'll have to clear it with Amy. She has the final say on the interior. Now, how 'bout you join us for lunch and we can talk about this. You know the neighborhood. Where should we go? I'm hungry."

After a discussion of what kind of food we wanted, we ended up at Amelia's Espresso. Maybe we pigged out a little but, hell, the food was delicious. Elon never stopped talking about their latest designs, the health of the company, the future...if it was about his car, he talked about it. Ed tossed some ideas about making the car even more green than it already is. He's a fascinating guy, that Ed. Mark and I just smiled and chomped away.

I picked up the tab and we strolled out toward the pier. It was a glorious day and fun, too. We stopped into a few shops and picked up baubles for our queens. We stopped into McCabe's and I bought some strings, a new strap and a sweet little ukulele. We stopped into Ye Olde Kings Head Shoppe, too. I got some chicken treats for Santo at Trader Joe's. We browsed Second Spin and signed a few autographs. Ed bought some stuff for his bike. We even went into a sex store. In fact, the only stores we avoided were the clothing stores. By the time we got back to the Bentley, our arms were full of new toys. We even carried flowers back. I know how to make my baby smile.

I arranged with Elon to take the bus for a couple of days. I asked Mark which hotel we should check into and he replied, "Nonsense, you two are staying with us. I won't hear of anything else!" It was late in the afternoon by the time we drove off. Ed rode his bike back and we followed behind since all his stuff was in the trunk. From his green cottage, we drove back to the bus and stretched out trying out the crap we bought at Ye Olde Kings.

Amy and Debby pulled up about an hour later loaded with bags. Mark and I were plenty smashed and we made a silly show of the flowers we'd bought them. Buying your woman flowers always has a magical affect and these women were no different.

"Did you boys have fun today?"

"Yes, we did. Since our encounter this morning, I've been floating. I think that it's safe to say that I will get back all my rights and properties. After that, we can enter the new world of Internet sales and marketing and be in control of the whole thing. It's something I've wanted for years. So today, Mark, Ed and I went to a meeting with Elon Musk who wants the bus for a couple of days so he can upgrade it and update the controls. The best part is that he's doing it all for free in exchange for the Vanity Fair story. But I told him that he first has to clear all the interior stuff with you, A. We strolled around Santa Monica, had a great lunch and bought lots of toys...even some for you guys."

"...And you're going to like them," added Mark.

"Oh, goodie. I love presents," said Deb, "but first, how about Amy and I give you a fashion show?"

Amy asked, "What hotel shall we stay at while..."

Mark cut her off. "No hotel. You're staying at our place. No discussion on this, it's already decided."

"Double goodie! We're going to have big fun! Come on, Amy, let's show off!"

They walked into the bedroom. Mark pulled a bag of weed from his pocket and filled his new bong. He poured some cold white wine into it and we took some killer hits. We could hear the women giggling as they changed. We just sat there toking and grinning like assholes. Mark suggested we sing the Miss America song when they walked out.

"First outfit!" Amy yelled and the women strode out as we sang, "Here she comes, Miss America" to them. They both looked fabulous. Amy was in a sleeveless red silk gown and pushed her tits up and hugged her curves. Debby was in a dark green and silver gown. It was slit along her legs and very elegant. We applauded them.

"These are both couture from Givenchy." Mark and I looked at each other and shrugged as they went back into the room.

Next were very chic daytime outfits. "We got these from Moon Zappa's store. Cute, huh?" We nodded. "We also got some jeans, bathing suits and..." she said as they went back into the bedroom.

They were giggling again as they were changing. "Your attention please!" shouted Deb.

They strolled out in new panties and bras. "Nice," I said. "Pretty," said Mark.

"And now, for the finale!"

As they were changing, Mark and I commented as to how we could give a shit about their underwear as we only wanted to remove them.

They walked backwards into the salon. Their ass cheeks were defined by the thin strings that rode up their crack. Slowly, they turned around. They were wearing crotchless panties and bras with cutouts for their nipples.

"Now, you're talking fashion," said Mark. They turned around again and bent over displaying the view from the rear. "Golleeeeee," I muttered.

"Linda took us to this naughty store where she bought an outfit to wear for Lloyd. What do you think?"

"Lucky Lloyd!" said Mark.

I pointed down to my hard-on pressing up against my shorts. "I'm not thinking...but he is!"

Amy strolled over to me and, grabbing my head, pushed my face into her framed puss. Debby just backed her ass into Mark's face so he could easily stick his tongue into her.

"I think they like this outfit the best, Debby," Amy said as she backed away from me.

Deb moved away from Mark and leaned her tits over my face. "What do you think, Davy?" I licked her nipple and said I like the ease of access a lot.

"I bet you do."

"I like these, they are really comfortable. I can wear this under a skirt and you can just bend me over. The bra will look great under a t-shirt. I like when my nipples peek out, it turns me on to turn you on." Amy smiled.

"Yeah, me too," said Mark.

We relit the bong and passed it around getting even sillier. Mark said they we had bought some new clothes, too and he nodded toward the bedroom. When we returned, we were both naked but wearing our shorts on our heads. The girls roared.

"Let's see what you guys bought today."

I took the uke out of it's case and started to play, "Yes, Sir, That's my Baby." We showed off the strings, capos, rosin and music stuff. Then came the dope paraphernalia. I tossed Santo a chicken treat."

"That's it?" said Deb.

"Oh yeah, I forgot!" We each pulled out boxes of chocolates and dried fruits for them.

"Yum! That's a good start!" Next, I gave Amy a gold and stone necklace and earring set. "Oh, I love it. They match my eyes." Mark gave Deb a pair of pink diamond earrings. I then handed Amy and box containing several Bakelite rings from the nineteen-forties. They were very retro. "Oh, my. Real Bakelite jewelry. I love them, Davy." Mark gave Deb a similar box and she damn near swooned.

"And no for the finale! One, two, three!" Mark and I pulled out ten-inch cut-glass dildos.

"Oh, Jesus. Look at that!" They took them and held them, felt them, weighed them and then licked them. Amy sat down on the floor and spread her legs, slowly inserting the glass cock into the crotchless panties. Deb sat down next to her and did the same. They were showing off to us as we stroked our bones.

"I like the weight of it," said Amy, "It's kind of slick, too. The shape is great and it's ticking my g-spot."

"Yeah, I like that g-spot feeling, too. The head is very flared and it hits me right in the right place," added Deb who began to pump it with fervor.

I moved off the couch and squatted over Amy's head allowing her to suck me in while I watched her move the glass cock in long slow motions. She pulled my butt down so she could swallow me deeper. With my knees on the floor, I bent over and smelled her twat. I licked her clit and then moved back to watch some more.

Mark kneeled down and started to rub their pussies and tweak their clits. Deb had now moved her hand onto Amy's breast and was enjoying her pop-out nipple. I pulled myself up and moved over Deb's head so she could now suck my cock. Whereas Amy was more delicate, Deb was a bit wilder and sloppily drooling all over me and occasionally letting her teeth slide along the underside. I dropped down and filled her mouth. I leaned over and sucked on her clit. Her pussy was far more musky than Amy's. After a few minutes of this, I pulled off her and sat back down on the couch to watch. I lit the bong and sucked in the wine-flavored smoke.

Mark was now getting a blowjob from Amy as Deb slid her finger in and out of his ass. They were all panting and nearing their climax. Debbie rolled over and joined Amy on Mark's cock as her hands roamed Amy's body. One hand took over on the dildo. She rolled onto Amy's leg and began to rub her puss against it. The dildo fell onto the floor and I leaned over, picked it up and licked her flavor off it. Mark began to cum as the girls shared his spunk, letting it drip over their faces. Mark pulled back and fell onto his ass. Amy and Deb were deep into fucking each other. It was a wonder to watch.

Deb was bouncing on Amy's leg while keeping up the rhythm of the dildo, now deep in Amy's canal. I could no longer sit and watch so I kneeled between Deb's upturned ass and easily slid my dick into it. "Oh, yeah. Fuck my ass, Davy. Harder...fuck it." Amy raised her knees and, with her feet flat on the floor, began to moan and heave as her orgasm rose. Debbie was merciless and she pounded the cock into her. She leaned over and licked Amy's little man-in-the-boat which sent Amy overboard.

"Oh, my God. Fuck me. Ohhhhh...." It was that guttural moan/grown/scream I loved to hear. Debby let go of the cock and watched Amy's pussy contract and squeeze it, her juices dripping down her leg. Amy laid back, the top of her head against Mark's balls.

Deb was shaking her head and sighing as I plowed her butt. I reached around and diddled her clit but I couldn't keep up the position so she took over for me. The butt floss of her panties added an extra thrill as it rubbed against my cock. "Here it comes, Deb."

"Fill my ass," she replied. So I did. I pulled out letting it drip into her crack. I quickly grabbed her glass cock and filled her pussy. Her fingers beat a tattoo as she humped the dildo and twirled her fingers over it. My cock was still hard and I slipped it back into her ass. She gasped and started to quiver. We fell to the floor together as her orgasm filled her and her ass squeezed me dry. Laying on her back, I reached around and squeezed her nipples. They seemed to pop out of her bra to greet my hands. It became uncomfortable and I slipped off her. I sat with my back against the couch and refilled the bong. I passed it around.

"Nice underwear, girls, or did I mention that already?"

"No," Amy laughed, "but thanks for the compliments. And thanks for all the cocks! That was fun!"

Between tokes, Mark said he was hungry and wondered if anyone want to go out to eat or maybe bring in Chinese. Amy suggested, "Why don't we stay in and just whip something together and then fuck again."

"I second that motion," said Deb. "All in favor?" We all raised our hands.

It was not your typical evening's entertainment in our bus that night. We set a blanket on the floor and, sitting around naked, had a picnic of hot dogs, fish fillets and fries, accompanied by wine. For dessert, we had fruit salad, much of which ended up on our bodies which we promptly gobbled up. Then we ate each other.

"I can't wait until you guys sleep over at our place. I'm already making plans."

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In Chapter 11, we handle some business deals, upgrade the bus, have a non-pajama party and prepare to hit the road again.

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Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 11



This is a long chapter because lots of things happened!

The morning came and I was up with the dawn. I really can't say why except that maybe I was ready to seize the day. I put up coffee and took Santo out. He was pretty frisky on this dreary morning. Rain seemed to be coming in from the south and the clouds looked black and ominous. Fortunately, they were very far off. Since there was no one on the beach, I let Santo loose. He ran straight for the water and splashed about in the remains of the huge waves. He rolled around in the sand and, while having a ball, made a mess of himself. I saw a lone runner off in the distance as I reveled in the sound of the surf. I was awake but still fuzzy. I needed my caffeine. I turned back toward the bus as Santo scampered up beside me. I got the vibe that he was about to shake himself off and I was right when he suddenly sprayed me with water and sand.

"Ok, buddy, I'm going to have to wash you down when we get back."

I opened the side compartment and took out the hand-held shower head. I washed my boy down and then toweled him off. He was barely dry to I tethered him to the bus and brought him his water bowl. He found a spot under the bus and flopped down.

I poured a cup and noticed that we were almost out of milk. I wrote myself a note to check our supplies and to pick up whatever was needed. Amy was curled up in bed and sleeping. I quietly closed the door, sat down at the table and turned on the computer to check my email.

My first email was from Shelley and Linda (See Chapter 2). Shelley's mother had passed away in the night a few days before. The girls had buried her and were now settling her estate. They were soon heading back to Michigan and asked if I would stop by to see them if I made it up that way. They also told me that they had been following me on YouTube and were thrilled at my success. The end of the note made my heart sad. Shelley said that she and Linda were having some friction and she didn't know if their relationship would last too much longer. I responded immediately telling them that they were in love and that they should remember why. I said that they should return home at their earliest chance, back to the place where they were comfortable and to try to rekindle their relationship. I told them that the last few weeks had been terribly stressful for both of them and that they needed to seek out their comfort level. I told them that I was in love and that they would just love Amy, too. Finally, I wrote that I would make it a point to see them on my return trip.

I chose to ignore the emails from my former business associates - my manager, my publisher and all the rest of the bastards who screwed me around once already. Never again. I swear it.

I checked out YouTube and the benefit videos were way up over 100,000. There were links to the Aspen video and that, too, was off the hook. There were even video clips from old appearances on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson, from Rockpalast, from Don Kirshner and from my first appearance on Saturday Night Live. I laughed when I watched the skit I did with Ackroyd, Morris and Belushi. I couldn't wait to show this to Amy.

I sat down on the couch with my pad and pencil. Lighting a half a joint, I began to write.

I have to laugh when I see pictures from the old days,

The songs I sang, the people I met, the things I did...

Too maudlin. I crumpled it up and tossed it. I sat thinking of something to write but was drawing blanks. I hadn't had enough coffee yet but then I never write well in the morning. I'm just not a morning person. Never was.

I turned on the TV and started to watch but soon was asleep. Amy woke me with a kiss. It was nine-thirty. She was sipping her coffee.

"I've been watching you for a half and hour. You seemed fitful, is everything alright? Are you okay, hon?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I just got up very early this morning, that's all."

"Where is Santo?"

"Santo is tied up outside. I took him for a walk and he played in the sand and the water. I washed him down and let him dry off outside. Let me go get him."

Santo was patiently sitting and waiting by the door. I scratched his head and told him what a good boy he was and let him back into the bus. He still was still a little damp but I knew he wanted in. I got his bowl and freshened his water. He greeted Amy with a million kisses and sat at her feet as she scratched his head.

"Amy, I must show you something." I woke up the computer and clicked on the SNL skit. She laughed and recalled that she had seen it when it originally aired, back in '76. "Look how young you were!" My memories drifted back to that one summer I hung out with Beloosh, when he and Judy rented a house in East Hampton just down the road from me. I really liked that guy a lot and I was heartbroken when he died. I missed his humor and his sensibility.

Amy watched some of the other clips and was amused by my young looks. "You're still so handsome!" I refilled our cups and told her about my email from Shelley and Linda. I said that I hoped we might be able to swing by and see them on our return trip, whenever that might be.

"I need my morning walk, baby. Let me take Santo out again so we can both stretch out. I'm going to call Sally, too, okay? I'll be back soon. I love you, Davy Harper." She kissed me and left.

The phone and it was George. "Good morning, Davy. Did I wake you?"

"No, not at all George. We still on for lunch?"

"Yes, but can we make it at Nobu? It's just down the road from you. Sorry to keep changing the place on you."

"It's okay, George. Amy and I will see you there. How's one o'clock?"

"That's great, Davy. I'm just over in the Colony. I'll see you then."

A few minutes later, I received another call. This one was from Craig Ferguson. I recognized his Scottish burr right away.

"Hello, Davy. It's Craig Ferguson - you know, the whack job with the late night show?"

"Of course I know who you are, Craig. What can I do for you?"

"What you can do is appear on my show tomorrow night - maybe play a song, sit on the couch and shmooze..."

"Well, I'll do it, Craig, but only if I can play with a puppet."

"That can be arranged, Davy. Can I have my staff call you later for some prep?"

"Sure, but later on in the afternoon, like about four. Is that good."

"For you, Mr. Harper, anything. Oops, sorry. I sound like a jerk."

"No, you don't. You've just been in Hollywood too long, that's all. Who else is on the show with me?"

"Right now, it looks like Maggie Gyllenhaal."

"Great, I like her...pretty and a very gifted actress."

"Yes, it will be a good show. I'm already thinking of a set up with the puppets. We'll have fun. Thank you, Davy and I'll have the staff call you later."

"Uh, Craig. One more thing. If you want me to perform, can I have a small group behind me - like maybe three or four pieces?

"Sure, Davy, my little dog-and-pony show can handle that. We'll just need a sound check first before the show. I tape at seven so let's make it five, alright with you?"

"Very good, Craig. and Thanks."

I called Mark immediately. "Mark, I need your help. Craig Ferguson wants me to do his show tomorrow night and he wants me to perform one song. He said I can have three or four pieces. Beside you, can you help me get a bass and a drum? He wants to sound check at five and taping is seven."

"Sure, dude. Relax. Let me call Gadd and Hillman. I think Nick left town and I think Keltner is with Cooder somewhere in Mexico. Let me check things out. Have Amy singing, too."

"Yeah, if I can get her to do it. I may have to wrestle with her on this, which ain't such a bad option either!"

"Indeed. Talk to you later."

I refreshed my coffee again but I hardly needed any more as I was pumped. I looked out the window and I could see the rumbling clouds moving closer. Amy was sitting nearby with her ear to the cellphone as Santo sat next to her, his butt leaning up against her. I watched her for a few minutes until I saw her hang up, jump up and run back to the bus.

"Here comes the rain!," she squealed. The windows began to fill with the pelting drops. "It suddenly got colder, too. I was on the phone with Sally when I saw a sheet of water come in off the ocean."

"How are Sally and Steve?"

"They're good. Sally was telling me about this sex party they attended last night and how she had four men doing her at the same time. You know Sally - she was cumming just talking about it! She also said that they have been keeping track of our clips on YouTube and while she's glad she's not here in L.A., she's sorry she missed the show. Otherwise, life doesn't change much in Aspen. What's with you?"

I filled her in on our lunch plans and told her about the Craig Ferguson taping tomorrow night. I told her that Mark was putting together a band and that I wanted her to sing with me. "I want to do "...Key of Me," what do you say?"

"Oh, God! TV?" She began to babble. "What am I going to wear? Oh, I have plenty. Should I have my hair done? I should call Linda for advice. Maybe I'll have my make-up done...no they have makeup people there and makeup for TV is different than...Quiet down, girl! Just relax!"

I laughed at her sudden panic and told her it would be very cool and not to worry.

"Okay, okay...Nobu for lunch, huh? Good, I'd like some sushi. Do you have a joint rolled? I could use something to calm myself."

I rolled up a think one, lit it and passed it over to her. She sat in the corner of the couch watching the rain pour down and toked it slowly. She seemed deep in thought.

"Davy, when are we going to go back to the road again?"

"I'm thinking right after the bus is done. Like the next day. Why, have you had enough of El Lay?"

"Yeah, maybe. I'm starting to think about our itinerary. Do you mind if I start to map one out? Just for fun?"

"Sure, I'm blowin' in your wind, babycakes. Go for it."

She sat down at the computer and started to make notes. In no time, she was absorbed in creating a route. "So I'm thinking that we go up the Coast Highway to San Francisco stopping in Santa Cruz - you wanted to stop there, right? I've never been to Monterey and I'd like to stop there. We both have people in San Francisco so I figure maybe we're there for a couple of days. Then on to Tiburon, I never been there either and you have friends there, too and then up to Bodega Bay, where you have more friends. Am I right so far?"

"I'm listening but so far, you're good."

"Okay, from there to the Napa Valley, through Sacramento to Yosemite Park, which I really want to see. Across Nevada and Utah (stopping over in Salt Lake City - maybe), and then north to Yellowstone, another place I want to go. From Yellowstone we head south to Aspen for a while so I can check out my biz, not to mention Steve and Sally."

"I'm getting exhausted already. Maybe we should stop right here for the night, waddya say?"

"Cute, guitar boy. In Aspen, we can map out the next leg but I know you want to stop in Michigan."

"Sure, you know we're missing the Pacific Northwest and Wyoming but we can do that on another trip. Eventually, we have to head back to New York so I can handle my biz, too. And somewhere in there, we might have to head off to a gig. I'll tell you one thing, it's great to be so flexible, isn't it?"

"It sure is but I'm getting a little antsy to move on. I'll check out RV parks later."

"Speaking of which, let's get dressed and meet up with George."

"Oh right. If I smoke any more, I'll forget my name."

"Ha! I could smoke all day and I'll never forget your name."

We dressed and headed over to Nobu. Although it was raining heavily, it was only a few minutes up the road in Malibu proper. George was already at a table in the back and waved us over. We made some small talk for a while and George suggested we let them prepare a sashimi platter for us.

"I'll tell what this is all about. I'm working on a project now and it's in the earliest development stage. I've had a couple of treatments written so far. I was very taken by the two of you at the benefit and at Mark's party and you kind of dovetail into my project. It's a film about a sixties musician who's been out of the loop for a few decades and who suddenly finds himself making a comeback. It's a drama about romance and redemption, if you will. I'm not interested in doing a biopic about you, I just want to use elements of your story, or your stories to flesh out the screenplay. Perhaps you might even write some songs for it. Like I say, it's in the earliest stages here and nothing has the green light except my interest. And, by the way, I'm not interested in playing the part as much as I am in producing it."

"So what would you have me do, George?"

"Maybe first a series of chats, if that's alright with you."

"You know, Graydon Carter wants to do a story about us. He wants Annie Liebovitz to photograph us. Perhaps, that could be the seed material for you?"

"Perhaps. That could be a good source or even a starting point. I want to be honest with you, though. I've heard some chatter from other studio people that they are interested in doing something with you. I want to be the first. With that in mind, I'd like to offer you an option so, at least, I have you locked up and don't have to worry about any competitors."

"I've heard some rumors about that myself but I don't trust Hollywood much. I know that you make quality films - stuff that you believe in. I'm more inclined to work with you."

"That's good. I have no intention of screwing around with you. I know that you can give me color and that whoever develops the screenplay can work that into the plot. How long will you be in L.A.?"

"Maybe another week is all. We're going to head up the coast and then see some parks before heading back to Aspen for a little while before heading east."

"I expect to be in the country for a few months so maybe I can hook up with you on your trip and we can talk while you travel. Will that work for you?"

"Sure, that sounds cool. I'll email you when we know our itinerary and we can schedule something."

"That's great. To tell you the truth, I'd like to see some of the National Parks, too. I've never seen Yosemite. I'll get right to work on cutting you a check, shall we say $100,000 for a one-year option? If we take it into development, there will be a lot more but this is just to seal our deal."

"Amy, what do you think?"

"It seems non-lethal to me, at least at first blush. I want to sleep on it and toss it around with you before we commit to this. Is that alright with you, George?"

"Yes, of course, Amy. Today's lunch was just, shall we say, an initial conversation, that's all. When you accept the check, the deal is done. And that doesn't commit you to anything except letting me have first dibs on your story, or perhaps I should clarify that, both of your story."

"Okay then, so far it's all good to me."

"Fine. I can call you tomorrow with more details, if you like."

"George, there's no rush with us. Let me give you my business manager/lawyer's number in New York. And from everything I have heard about you, you are a gentlemen and I will only work with righteous people. I've learned from my mistakes."

"You see what I'm saying, Davy? Already, that's the beginning - or the end - of a good story!"

"Amen, brother."

We clinked our sake cups and proceeded to scarf up the yellowtail, the sweet shrimp, the tuna and all the rest of the food which was very, very tasty. I've never really liked sushi but this was something else altogether.

My cell vibrated in my pocket. I excused myself and took the call. It was from the Ferguson show and I asked that they call me back in an hour. I explained to Amy and George who had called.

"That will be fun. He's a smart and funny guy," said George.

We talked a bit about Amy and I meeting in Aspen and our subsequent whirlwind romance and trip. George was absorbed and asked a few questions about my days before we met and I gave him a thumbnail sketch. Amy was absorbed, too, and I realized that she didn't know a whole lot of my history.

"This will be an enlightening story for me, too," she said. We finished our lunch and shook hands before parting.

"Davy, I'll call you in the next couple of days. I'd like to see your bus. May I stop by?"

"Certainly, George. We'll give you the five-dollar tour."

Driving away, Amy was very impressed. "Wow, an option on a movie deal! How much better can it get?"

"Baby, we've only just begun."

Back at the bus, we didn't talk much perhaps because we were both a little overwhelmed by all events and offers since arriving here. The rain had settled down to a light drizzle and Santo was good for a quick walk. I considered that he was a little overwhelmed, too, and mirroring our tension. Amy had set out a glass of wine for me upon our return.

"Davy, how about we snuggle for a while. I have to shower and shave myself. Or maybe you would like to shave me?"

"Ooh, that sounds interesting and different. How can I refuse?"

"Good. You lay out a couple of towels on the bed and I'll get ready."

She showered as I prepared the bed. When she came out, she had her razor, some shaving cream, a scissor and some lotion. She also carried a damp washcloth.

"I've already done my legs and my pits. I just need you to clean up my crotch. Do you think you can do that?"

"Ha! Do I!" I snipped the scissors.

She placed her butt on the towels and spread her legs wide giving me a delectable view into her pink inside. I leaned over and licked her wetness away.

"First things first," she admonished me.

I picked up the scissor and began to trim her little v-shaped raven-haired landing strip, clearing the hair from just above the top of her slit. I shaped it and trimmed the long pubic hairs growing on the top and the sides. When I was satisfied that I had completed that task, I used the washcloth to wipe the hairs away. I then applied shaving cream around it and down around her mound. With gentle swipes, I lightly shaved around the edges of the strip. Slowly, I shaved around her lips and into the crease of her legs. She raised her knees up and I shaved around her opening and down beneath it. Carefully, I shaved the inside of her lower butt cheeks wherever I saw raven follicles growing back. I warmed up the washcloth and wiped away the shaving cream several times to make sure that I didn't miss anything. Finally, I cleaned her off and slowly massaged her pussy with lotion. I noticed pearls of moisture form in her vagina and I lovingly licked them off. Smiling at me, she rubbed her hand all around her crotch making sure that I had done a good job. Satisfied that I had, she propped herself up on her elbows.

"Would you like me to shave you now? I think I'd like to feel your soft balls."

I was startled. I'd never shaved my forest before. Not that I was opposed to it, it just surprised me. "If you like. I mean, why not?"

"Good. I think I'd like to see what it's like not getting pubic hair caught in my teeth. I promise I'll be gentle. I don't want to hurt my favorite fruit bowl! Go take a warm shower and I'll get ready."

I showered off and examined myself for a few minutes taking in my hair for the last time. I loved how this woman came up with ideas. I walked back into the bedroom as I was toweling off and lay down with my butt on the towels.

"First I have to cut back all this hair so just lay back and I'll go to work." With my head on the pillow, I listened as she snip, snip, snipped away with the scissor. After a few minutes, she swept the hair off me and, with the warm washcloth, wiped my crotch. She applied shaving cream all around me, from my pubes to my ass. With slow delicate swipes, she began to remove my hair. At first, it felt funny and a little ticklish but soon, as she held my dick down so she could clear the hair around the stem, it felt pretty damn nice. When my pubes were done, she wiped me off and reapplied shaving cream to the inside of my upper thighs.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 11



"You have a lot of hair here, buddy, and a lot of it has turned gray. I'm going to make it all young again."

She shaved around the sides of my legs and spread them wider. With one hand, she pushed my balls to the side as she shaved. When that job was complete, she warmed up the washcloth and placed it around my sac.

"Now for the hard part. Put you knees up to your chest. Yes, like that."

I held my knees up as she first used the scissor to clip the long brown curlies that surrounded my scrotum. Then with small motions, she began to shave it clean. It reminded me of getting prepped for my vasectomy and I told her so.

"Don't worry. No blood and no stitches this time."

"Whew! That's a relief!"

When she completed this, she wiped me clean and applied lotion all around me. It felt cooling. She told me to turn over onto my hands and knees and went to work on my asshole and down around the base of my sac. Her gentle caresses around the area was getting me hard and with one hand, she lightly held my cock and balls up. She wiped my clean and applied lotion around the area. Placing a glob of lotion into my asshole, she slid her finger in until she was rubbing my prostate. My cock was now standing at full attention.

"Mmmm," she said as she caressed the area, "soft as a baby's ass. What do you think?"

I looked down at my bare hairless crotch and smiled. "It looks cute!"

As she wiped me down and dried me off, she said, "there's one more test."

She cleared all the shaving gear off the bed and removed the towels which were covered in pubic hair. She climbed back onto the bed and crawled up to my head, placing her legs on each side of it. Leaning down, she began to lick and feel my cock and balls. Her moist pussy was inches above my eyes and it smelled wonderful with her musky scent combined with the lotion. I tried to get my tongue into it but she was too high to reach it. Her mouth licked and sucked my sac, gently taking in each testicle and rolling them around. It felt great and she kept murmuring, "so soft, so soft." Her gentle hands cupped my balls as she dipped lower and rimmed me. My cock was flapping against her chin as her hands grasped my cheeks and tongued deep into me. She replaced her tongue with her finger and massaged my prostate. She began to deep throat me, too, and I was lost somewhere in paradise.

"I need your vagina."

"Coming right up! Or down!" She swung around and pressed it into my face. It was a frisky sixty-nine with lots of moving around, humping, bouncing and slobbering and it was just fine. She wiggled her slit into my face and every one of my features was covered in her wetness. I slurped at her clit whenever it neared my lips but she seemed intent on sliding it back and forth over my nose. 

She spent a lot of time licking and sucking on my shaved balls while stroking my stiff cock. I felt us both tremble a bit so I rolled her over and repositioned my cock over her juicy cunt. We banged each other hard and with fast strokes until she cried out that she was cumming. I felt her flood me and for a few moments while I was pumping, I couldn't feel myself inside her at all. But as her orgasm peaked and subsided, I could feel her grip me and I let my cum fly, exploding out of my piss hole and washing into her, our juices mixing and spilling out of her with each one of my hard bursts. We were bathed in sweat and hugging each other. We began to laugh and said, at the same time, "Thanks, I needed that!" and laughed even harder.

"I want to clean you up. I need to..." she said as she rolled out from under me and went down on me again, licking and sucking off any juices that remained. Not to miss a good thing, I buried my tongue into her and began to clean her out. Gobs of cum filled my mouth mixed with her sweet pussy flow. We were both completely sucked dry, or as dry as we could be, and we met in the middle of the bed for some deep kisses.

"So good," she said, "I don't know about you but that was one of those orgasms I want to put into my scrapbook. God, that was great."

"Yeah, that was some unexpected fun."

"We just make the best love, don't we? There's like nothing we can't do with each other. I cannot ever remember a lover who would eat out my cum-filled pussy. And, since you've done that to me, it's always like the icing on the cake."

"I like it, too. It's all good and, to me, there's nothing gross about it. It's a part of our fun. My ex would never let me do that. After I came inside her, she'd rush to the bathroom to wipe herself. I was left feeling abandoned. But with you, it's always amazing. And another thing I have to tell you, when we play with others, it's fun and it feels good and uninhibited and all that, but I will always love sex with you and you alone the most."

"I can't agree more. Our sex is the best. This is real connoisseur sex...like a 5-star Zagat rating. Oh, Davy, how I love you."

The phone interrupted our sweet talk but I let it ring. It starting to ring again and I decided to take the call. It was Elon asking if he could send someone over to pick up the bus tomorrow morning.

"Good news, hon. Elon from Tesla Motors is sending someone over to pick up the bus tomorrow morning. We have to call Mark and Deb to make arrangements. But you know what this means, this means we can leave L.A. sooner than we expected.

The phone rang again. This time it was the researcher from Ferguson's show. She asked me about twenty generic questions and I filled her in. It was quick and easy.

The phone immediately rang again. This time, it was Danny calling from New York.

"Listen, Davy, I'm flying out to L.A. tomorrow. Warner's wants to have a meeting on Friday with us and I want to discuss everything with you first. I also have some papers for you and Amy to sign. I've been in contact with her business people and we're all on the same page with everything. So, what's your schedule like?"

"Let's see, tomorrow is Wednesday, right?"

"Last time I checked."

"Ok, tomorrow, Tesla is taking the bus for a couple of days to upgrade it. Amy and I will be staying with the O'Flannerys. Tomorrow afternoon, I'm taping the Craig Ferguson show. When are you flying in?"

"I'm landing late and so I'll go straight to the hotel. I'm staying at the Beverly Wilshire...and I'm bringing Kathy...so I think it's safe to assume that we'll meet up on Thursday. I'll call you when I get to the hotel, okay?"

"Sure. I'm looking forward to this."

"Yeah, me too. It's about time we kicked their ass. And, by the way, I have a whole dossier assembled on our Mr. Avinet. I've done my homework and a few calls."

"Gooood. That fuckhead was a Godsend, wasn't he."

"More than you know. Okay then, I'll talk to you tomorrow night and fill you in."

I called Mark immediately. "Listen, Mark. I'm thinking that we should be doing "Breadbasket" on The Ferguson show and talking about the Food Pantry Benefits."

"I like how you think. Gadd and Hillman are up for it. I asked Flaco, too. I just loved it when we soloed together."

"I like the way you think, Mark." I told him about the bus plans and my schedule over the next few days.

"Deb already has the room made up. She also said that she and Amy have plans for us but I'm not scared. Are you?"

"Well, maybe a little." We laughed.

"So we'll do the taping tomorrow at seven and be home to watch it. Very cool. What are you guys doing for dinner? Want to meet at The Ivy?"

"No. I hate what Ralph Lauren did to my town, East Hampton, and I don't want to make him wealthier. What else do you like? And, by the way, no sushi either."

"Man, you're tough. How about Mastro's in Beverly Hills. I like that place - great steak."

"Excellent. I'm in the mood for meat."

"Let me make a reservation. We'll pick you up at seven, okay?

"Very okay I'll see you then." And we hung up.

"Amy, Mark and Deb are picking us up for dinner at seven. Mastro's in Beverly Hills. Steak."

"That's good. I haven't had a good steak in weeks."

I took Santo out for a walk. The rain had stopped but it was still overcast although it was brighter and far less threatening. When we returned, Amy was at the computer.

"I spoke to Debby and she said to get dressed up, this place is on the fancy side. I just checked the menu too, and it's expensive."

"So what. Like my old man said, 'What the fuck, it's only a buck.' Not only do we have it to spend it but I'm also going to pick up the tab. I'm feeling euphoric these days. And after we leave L.A., restaurant prices will go down considerably. We're going to have costs when we start down the road again and this summer, we're going to do lots of benefit work. But why worry? Not only to we have lots of money but we're going to make lots more in the next few months. Sorry if I sound a little lavish with our money but let's go a little crazy. What the fuck..., right?"

"You're right. I don't know what it is, maybe my old life is in the back of my mind. And I don't know why...hey, check this out."

She had YouTube up and the videos had gone viral. The benefit videos were running about 250,000 a day and the Aspen video was up well over two million.

"Wow. Wow. Wow. If all this interest in me can be converted into cash, what are you worrying about?"

"You're right. You're right. I'll stop it now and take a shower. I'm still dripping from that great sex, you animal!"

"Look who's talking! Takes one to know one."

"Nyah, Nyah, Nyah." She said slipping into the shower.

I fixed Santo his grub and ripped up some chicken into it. I fixed a couple of joints and sat back to get laid back.

When the shower turned off it was my turn and I walked in. Amy said that she was going to look especially good tonight. I found that thought odd as I've never seen this woman look anything less. I dried off and took some extra time to rub some talcum powder into my crotch. When I walked out, Amy was in her new lingerie set. A cream colored skirt made of soft leather sat on the bed and a dark blue blouse to match her bra was on top of it.

I selected a pair of black slacks and a black cowboy-cut shirt to go under a loose Tom Ford black jacket. I pulled out my black boots and gave them a quick shine.

"You look hot, mister. Kind of reminds me of Johnny Cash."

"Yeah, it's my 'outlaw' look. And you look like dessert to me"

She put on her turquoise brooch and a set of diamond earrings. We looked at each approvingly. Mark and Deb pulled up and they looked hot, too.

"Don't we look like a bunch of fucking stars? We look radiant!" said Mark.

"Aptly put," said Deb. "Especially after that interlude this afternoon!"

"You, too," shrieked Amy. "We steamed up the bus!"

I passed a joint to Mark as we stood around. Amy and Deb were giggling privately and I asked them what the joke was. They both turned to us and lifted their skirts.

"We're wearing our new lingerie!" they laughed.

I closed and locked up the bus and we headed off towards Beverly Hills for dinner. Amy said that she'd read the menu and knew exactly what she was going to order. Mark and I began to fight when I told him that I was picking up the tab. I won.

Deb said, "You know, Mark and I had a bit of an argument today about how much money we've been pissing away. As usual, Mark settled me down."

"Davy and I went through the same discussion and the result was the same."

"Listen Amy, I thought about what you said and I decided that I'd be more careful - but not stingy - from now on. I decided to only buy you small diamonds."

"The hell you say, wise ass. I'm one classy broad, you know, and I ain't cheap...or not that cheap! Actually, sometimes I like being cheap."

The restaurant was as good as Mark said it was. Amy had a Shrimp Cocktail appetizer set in dry ice and it made quite a presentation. I had my favorite salad, a wedge of iceberg with bacon and blue cheese. I had a Filet Mignon that melted in my mouth while Amy went for the porterhouse. Our steaks were even better with the Joseph Phelps 2005 Insignia Cabernet. When the check came, it was over $400.00. Was it worth it? Is any meal worth that much? Well, for that moment, it was worth every penny. I tipped well because the service was also superb. Amy tried to sneak a peek at the bill but I wouldn't let her.

As we left the restaurant, a paparazzo approached us, camera flashing. "Davy, look this way." We ignored him, as celebrities are supposed to do, and got into the Caddy.

"Let's go for a nightcap,' suggested Mark. "We can go across the street to the Beverly Hilton, or a few blocks down to the Tower, the Chateau Marmont, ooh, how 'bout The Magic Castle? Let's go there."

"Yeah, let's do that. I love magic."

We drove to the castle in Hollywood Hills. We passed a little motel where I once rented a room for a month while I was recording at Warner's. The motel still looked the same and in need of a paint job. There was a line behind the velvet rope as we pulled in. A valet took the car and ushered us in. The reason for the line was because both Penn & Teller and Ricky Jay were there that night. We sat by the bar and watched as Ricky sliced playing cards in half from fifty feet away. It was great fun watching his show while he kibitzed with Penn.

We stayed for over an hour as Jay's set ended and Penn Gillette bounded onto the stage for an amusing face off with Jay. Gillette asked for a volunteer from the audience and pointed right to Amy who refused to participate. "No knives being thrown at me, thank you," she yelled. He pointed to Deb who also shook him off and then selected a woman near the front. He blindfolded her and from behind he pulled her bra off and waved it at the crowd. Jay screamed "Fraud!" and reached behind Penn and seemingly, pulled a bra off him to the roar of the audience. Penn shrugged and sent the woman back into the audience. We left not long after that.

We piled back into the bus and lit up another bone. Mark and I took it with us as we walked Santo. We agreed that Amy and I would drive over to their place after the bus was picked up. From their house, we'd head to the TV studio. They left and Amy and I agreed it was a great night and the Magic Castle was the topper to a great meal. It was late so I turned on the TV in the bedroom and we watched Craig Ferguson, just to pick up his vibe. It seemed like it would be easy enough and I was not the least bit worried. We fell out just as it ended.

The next morning, we were up at 7:30 and packed by 8:30. I cleaned out everything we needed and packed up the Bentley, which fortunately had a huge trunk and back seat. Santo had to sit under Amy's legs which he didn't seem to mind. Elon and two assistants showed up at 9:30.

"You know, you can always come over to the showroom and pick up your stuff. You didn't have to jam it all in the car. And anyway, I want to you come by everyday so you can check our progress and approve the interior changes. If you do that, I promise I'll have it back to you on Saturday."

"Sure, Elon, whatever you say." I introduced him to Amy.

"Elon, we really love this thing. Can you really make it better?"

"Amy, I promise you - you have my word - you will love this even more. What do you say to an environmental bath instead of a shower. It's not only nicer and more luxurious but it's more environmentally conscious. It's one of Ed's great ideas. In fact, I may hire him as an advisor, he's amazing."

"Yes, Elon, he really knows his stuff," I agreed. "What else can you tease us with?"

"I'd rather surprise you but I'm pulling out the washer and dryer and replacing them...how's about interior LEDs that change color according to your mood...and a 60" HDTV? That's all I'm going to tell you now, you'll have to wait. Amy, let me ask you something, do you like the fabric colors as they are? Right now, they're kind of a nothing beige."

"I like earth tones," she said, "but you can add some variations."

"Good. I like earth tones, too, but I like them a bit warmer. We'll talk tomorrow about this, alright? Now, I want to drive it back to the shop. I haven't driven this since we first built it and I want to see what the miles have done."

"Elon, I'm curious about something. Can you tell me why Ferrin gave it up?"

"Oh, sure. What I was told that he was uncomfortable driving such a beast. He preferred his custom Hummer that pulled his custom Airstream. He shipped them both to Africa where he's currently working. I'm glad that it ended up with you guys, that makes me very pleased. I'm really proud of this project...and I can't wait until you see what we can do now. We'll talk tomorrow, my guys are waiting."

His assistant connected some computers and modules to some outlets in the cockpit and we watched them drive off. Amy and I stopped at the trailer park office and paid the bill. On the way over to the O'Flannery home, we stopped for some flowers and another quick stop for some bagels, cream cheeses and smoked fish. Amy called Deb and told her that we were on our way and to have coffee ready.

The CD player blared as we pulled into their driveway:

"Look at that mountain, Look at those trees

Look at that bum over there, man, He's down on his knees

Look at these women, There ain't nothin' like em nowhere

Century Boulevard (We love it)

Victory Boulevard (We love it)

Santa Monica Boulevard (We love it)

Sixth Street (We love it, we love it, we love it)

We love L.A."

"Ha, ha! Funny, man. Very funny!" Mark was loving my choice of music. "Do you know Randy Newman?" he asked.

"I met him once a long time ago at a concert he did with Jackson and Bonnie Raitt. I was when they were first coming up."

"Randy's one funny cat. He used to live over there." He pointed to a house on the opposite side of the canyon. "We had some fun times."

We settled into the house and sat down for some bagels and lox. We talked a little about the changes Elon was making and about our plans to leave once the bus was done. Mark said that he had a gig up in San Francisco next weekend so we could hook up there. After breakfast, we pulled out our instruments and started to toss tunes around.

"You've got to hear this song Amy just wrote. Amy, get the lyrics." I fiddled around with a melody line and worked out some of the chord changes with her. I started to play as Amy sang.

"Call me on the telephone,

Pick a time when I'm home alone,

Put on your deepest baritone, and

Talk Dirty To Me.

Tell me your deepest hidden fantasies,

Describe a part of me you'd like to squeeze,

You raise my body heat by ten degrees when you

Talk Dirty To Me."

Mark added some cool fills and by them we reached the end, Debby was in tears. We applauded Amy and I said, "Tell me, how great is that?"

"Oh yeah, that one is a keeper. Audiences will love that. Nice going, Amy. You two make some team! You should cut that ASAP. Maybe we'll sneak into a studio in the next couple of days."

"Good idea, Mark. We really should."

We spent the rest of the morning laying around the pool and smoking dope. I fell asleep for a little while and was awakened when Steve and Chris showed up. Flaco showed up about a half hour later. We went over "Breadbasket" a couple of times, nailing it each time. But each time we played it, Mark and Flaco only got tighter. Mark made Amy sing "Talk Dirty To Me" for them and now, with a chord chart, we nailed that one, too. Amy was thrilled when she heard it with a full band. Mark asked if they would be willing to record it some time in the next couple of days and Steve said, "Yeah, sure. Are you going to go out on the road because I wouldn't mind joining you."

Mark filled him in on some of the sketchy summer plans we had with Crosby, Nash, Browne et al.

"Count me in," said Chris. "Graham already told me a little about it and I'm pumped."




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 11



"How about you, Flaco? Are you into it?"

"Maybe for a few gigs but you know, I hate touring and anyway, I'm getting too old for this shit and I haven't been feeling all that well lately."

Before we knew it, it was time to head to Studio City. It was not too far north and Mark drove so it took no time. We were ushered in and parked right next to the taping studio. There were fans out there waiting for us and we signed a bunch of autographs. Amy recognized one of the fans as a friend from Aspen and they hugged. Once inside the studio, it took no time to set up and take levels. We played a couple of songs before a small audience and got the okay from the director. We were escorted to the green room and told we'd go on after Maggie and then I'd be escorted to the couch for the interview.

"Amy, how are you feeling? Comfortable?"

"I'm okay but just a little nervous. Linda told me to look at you and not the cameras or the audience. I'm good. Don't worry, baby." and she kissed me.

Maggie Gyllinhaal stopped by our dressing room and we exchanged warm greetings. Naturally, Amy and Deb were all over her and her baby. Craig came in a few minutes later and had us laughing. On the serious side, we spoke about the L.A. Food Bank and about his work with the organization.

"The benefit was great but they wouldn't let me on stage. I'm not big enough yet! I tried to get over to see you at the party but you were mobbed and...I'm not big enough! Ha! Well, fuck you...for a good cause, I mean. And I meant that in the best sense." 

"Aw, come on, Craig."

"But hey, this show is for Friday, so when we talk, just make believe it's Friday, okay. And don't worry about your language, we'll just bleep you anyway."

The Floor Manager came by and said that it was show time. As Craig left we wished him a great show. We dressed in our show clothes which were exactly what we wore for the benefit...better to match to the YouTube videos. After about an hour, we were called. Our stage was set during the break and we took our places.

Craig got his cue and introduced us. "We have a treat for you tonight. You know how I like to say that it's a great day for America? Well, last weekend was truly a great day for America and for Los Angeles. There was a benefit for the L.A. Food Bank, which we'll talk about later, but right now, I want to introduce one of the highlight acts that night. Folks, this is a super group - Mark O'Flannery, Flaco Jimenez, Chris Hillman, Amy Bieler and Steve Gadd backing up a true legend. Ladies and Gentlemen, Davy Harper." (applause)

"Every evening around six o'clock, we gather 'round the table,

Mom and Dad and Grampa, me and my sister, Mabel,

We fold our hands and thank the Lord,

For the meal we're about to share,

And vow to do what's right and do all that we are able."

From the downbeat, we were in the pocket. Mark and Flaco danced the solo and it sounded like pearls. Amy's high harmony couldn't be sweeter.

"It's up to us, the those-who-have

To fill the pantry shelves

With cans of food and healthy stuff,

It's how we help ourselves.

So pass the beans, pass them collared greens,

Pass the chicken and dumplings,

And please, please, please, before I blow a gasket,

Pass the juice, pass the butter,

And pass me that old bread basket."

Applause. "Davy Harper and Friends. We'll be right back...right after this." and out.

The stage hands struck the set and it was about fifteen minutes before we began to tape again. I was seated on the couch next to Craig's desk. I asked him if Mark could join us and he agreed but Mark wouldn't do it saying, "It's your moment, man. Enjoy it."

Cue Craig. "Welcome back. Did you remember to flush? Good. I'm here with Davy Harper, a rare treat - someone who rarely appears on television. Davy, let me say that you were great on Saturday night and that song is terrific. I've heard it may become the theme song for the L.A. Food Bank."

"If that song can fill the shelves, I'm happy. All thanks to my buddies, Mark O'Flannery, Steve Gadd, Chris Hillman, Flaco Jimenez, Ry Cooder, Van Dyke Parks, Linda Ronstadt, Steve Martin, Ed Begley, Snoop Dogg and all the folks who made that show happen. Uh, Craig, can I just add that the folks at home can help out by going to lafightshunger.org or by going to their local food banks and pantries and making donations. Bring sealed canned food. A little or a lot, it doesn't matter, it all helps."

"Let me put that up on the screen. You naked people laying in bed at home, write it down! There's a food bank in your neighborhood, check it out and do something.

"Yes, folks, to paraphrase John Lennon, 'Give Peas a chance'."

"Hey! What is this (oohlala)? I'm the funny guy here! It's a joke, it's a joke. Davy, I want to talk about that web site with You and the Tube, if you know what I mean...wink, wink...they don't advertise on this show so why should I plug them."

"Well, Craig, I did a little show in Aspen about a month or so ago. Just some friends and my partner, Amy, at the Woody Creek Tavern outside of Aspen Colorado. Anyway, the next day, it was on the web, on YouTube and it's really taken off. There are also clips of the benefit concert you can check out, too."

"Aren't you angry that someone stole your show and put it on the web?"

"Why should I be mad? I'm tickled that people like the song. I get a kick out of watching it, too. I'm not some music business weasel, you know, let the music out, let it breathe."

"Do you have any plans to take to the road? I'm sure a lot of people around the country...hell, around the world...would love to see you perform and hear your music again."

"Welllll...I'm not at liberty to discuss this yet but I'll tease you little..."

"I love being teased...go ahead, tease me, big boy!" he said mincingly.

"Right now, a traveling show is being planned to tour this summer. Some very big names..like the biggest names in the biz...are planning to raise awareness and maybe even some money for food banks around the country. See the idea is - we hit your town and you bring cans of food and there are big collection bins and then we leave and hit the next town...something like that..."

"But you won't give us any names..."

"It's not formalized yet but you'll know soon enough and I promise all of you, this is the one show you'll want to see...we're bringing back the Summer Of Love!"

"That's sounds great, Davy. You know, I missed the Summer Of Love the first time it came around. I was just a wee laddie back in Scotland, wearing short pants and too young to get really...well, you know what I mean...but hey, I have something here for you. Let me explain to the viewers: when I asked Davy to appear on the show, he made a totally outrageous demand. He said he wanted to play with a puppet. Can you imagine that!...so here's a puppet for you...his name is Stoner and he's a real cool cat...I think he's actually supposed to be an alley cat...here's my puppet...he's a dog and his name is Boner...Stoner and Boner, ya like that?...let's do a scene, okay?"...(This is my dog accent) 'Hey dude...excuse my large privates, would you...I really dig your music and always have. I got all your CDs."

"Far out, man...thanks...I wish I got some royalties from the sales...want to get high?"

"Sure! Whatcha got? Heh Heh."

"Well, come on down when the Food Pantry Cavalcade of Stars comes to your town and the music will make you high, high, high. Here, try some of this..."

Applause and laughter. "Thank you, Day Harper, ladies and gentlemen...be on the lookout this summer and..."

"Bring cans of food to the show. Do the right thing. Let's help out all our brothers and sisters."

Applause. "Thank you, Davy. Good night everyone, see you next week."

Applause. Theme music. Credits. And out. Lights down.

"That was great, Davy. That worked out great."

"Thanks, Craig. I think it turned out real good. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to pitch. I think I got everything in."

We walked backstage and got a nice round of applause from the gang. I thanked them all for helping me and they all said they would see me at the studio. Amy gave me a big hug.

"I can't wait to see this on TV. Tomorrow, we have to call everybody."

We headed back to their house and I was starting to deflate. Mark stopped to pick up some Chinese food. As soon as we returned, I stripped down and hit the hot tub. Mark joined me with his bong.

"You did well, tonight, man. And we rocked."

"You da man, Mark. I can't thank you enough for getting the band together."

"Fuck that. You did a world of good tonight. I thank you."

Amy and Deb joined us in the tub and we sat around reveling. I stood up to get a wine refill and Deb screamed, "You're shaved! You shaved your nuts!"

We laughed and Amy said, "Yes, we did each other this morning. I love the way it feels and there's no picking hair from my teeth!"

"I have to feel that. Come here and let me feel you, Davy." Her small hands cupped my balls in her palm. She stroked her hands all around my crotch and touched everywhere I'd shaved. "Oh, this is nice, They feel so nice and soft."

"Deb, they're even better in your mouth," said Amy as she watched closely. She lifted my dick so Deb could have access as my balls got a nice tongue bath. I smiled and thanked her and then sat back down in the tub.

"Mark, will you let me shave your balls?"

"I don't know about this, Deb. I like my balls the way they are...and you never complained before."

"Stand up and let me see them. Show them to Amy." The girls felt and bobbled his balls in their hands. "These are nice balls but they just don't feel as soft and as fun as Davy's. Come over here, Davy. Feel his balls, Mark, and tell me that isn't so cool."

Mark felt my sac and ran both his hands around. "Yes, I admit that they feel nice. I'll think about it, alright?"

I sat back down. "I'll tell you what I like the most about being shaved. I like the feeling of rubbing against Amy's vagina. Maybe it's psychological or maybe it's the lack of hair but I feel closer and tighter, especially at the base of my dick. It feels nice."

"Let's see how you feel about that when they itch, buddy."

"Chauvinist!," cried Amy. "It's okay for us but not for you, huh? When it itches, I'll rub lotion all over it and it will feel fine...just like we do."

I enjoyed all the give and take but I was in my post-performance crash and I was sinking lower in the tub as my eyes slowly closed.

"Uh-oh. My honey is about to drown. Come on, Davy, let me tuck you in. Come on, big guy, come on. I'll be right back."

I grabbed one more toke as she led me toward the guest quarters. Santo followed us. She tucked me into the king-sized bed and kissed me gently. "I love you, Davy Harper." Santo jumped onto the bed and curled up at my feet. Within minutes, I was out cold and in sweet dreamland.

The next morning, I bounced out of bed. Standing by the picture windows, I took in the radiant sunshine and the amazing view. Mark was swimming laps and I walked out onto the deck and dove in.

"You missed the fun last night. We sat around stoned and told stories and laughed a lot. Those two are intent on shaving me...or at least trimming me. I think I'll let them play with me tonight."

"Somehow, I knew you'd give in. Believe me, Mark, it feels great from this side, too. And don't worry, it won't hurt and they won't slip."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"Davy," Amy called from the kitchen, "coffee's ready." I pulled myself out of the pool, toweled off and went inside as Mark continued to swim.

"Girls, I think you've convinced him. I think he's going to let you trim him tonight."

"Yippee," said Deb. "I think that tonight, Amy and I are going to show you guys the other stuff we bought." She brought her hand to my balls and gently fondled them. "And you are going to love it. I promise."

I smiled at her. I liked her exuberance. I wrapped the towel around myself and sat down for my coffee and toasted rye bagel with cream cheese.

"Davy, Danny called late last night. He said his flight was delayed and was worried that he missed Craig's show. I filed him in and he said he'd call us when he and Kathy woke up. I'm guessing that his wife doesn't know a thing about Kathy, right?"

"Maybe, maybe not. She probably doesn't care. Danny's wife, Irene, is a real drip, and a gold digger - apiece of shit. They had kids and moved apart soon after. She lives in Florida now and won't divorce him. He doesn't care. He says, "Either way, I have to pay her. At least she's a tax deduction this way." Whatever works, I guess. Even their kids don't like her. He and Kathy have had a thing for years ever since her husband died in a car accident. They are very close in his business, as well. Like I said - whatever works. Any plans for today?"

"Deb and I were thinking of playing some tennis this afternoon. Other than checking out what Elon is up to and meeting with Danny, nothing else. ...Oh, yeah...and we also have to email the world about the show tomorrow night."

"Maybe we'll visit my friend Elaine. You'll like her."

Santo was soaking up the sun. Marion and Orson slept by his side and they all looked happy. I sipped my coffee and listened to the girls jabber away. I headed back to our room to hit the bathroom. I also wanted to check my email.

I got a nice note from Craig saying how well the show went. Another email from Flaco. One from my daughter. One from my sister. a few "grow-your-penis" junk. Danny called me and asked where I was and did I want to met them for breakfast. I told him that I'd already had breakfast and that they should have breakfast in bed and then call me back so I could give him directions to Mark's house. I proceeded to email all my friends and family about Craig's show. I called my daughter, my sister, even the nurse at my mother's Alzheimer's home in Florida. About an hour later, Danny called and said they'd be over in a few minutes. I walked out to tell Mark as he was walking out to see me.

"I have a studio for you at four this afternoon. Steve, Chris and Flaco will be there. Flaco asked if he could call Van Dyke and I said yes. We're good to go."

"That's great, Mark. You know I haven't been in a studio in a long time but I like to record live with a minimum of dubs. I'd like to do three demos: "Breadbasket," "...Key of Me" and Amy's song. I can make some dupes and give them to Danny to copyright. I don't want to put these out, except maybe to give "Breadbasket" to the Food Bank with a provision to allow other food banks to use it. I'll give them the royalties, too. But I want to pay all the musicians, including you. Give me a number and I'll pay them all cash."

"I appreciate the offer but I won't take your money and neither will the other guys." He put his arm over my shoulder. "Listen Davy, I've spoken to them and what you don't seem to understand is that your success means a lot to us. We all know what the business did to you and we know how hard you fought back but we also realize that it wasn't enough and they buried you. You inspired us then and now that you've returned from the dead, you inspire us again. We all have a vested interest in you because you are us. Don't you see that? So thanks but no thanks."

Tears welled up in my eyes and I began to cry. I really had no idea that I'd ever made any impact on anybody, let alone my peers or my idols. Mark and I hugged. I felt more resolved than ever before to destroy the music companies that had stolen my youth and my altruism, who left me to wallow in purgatory while they laughed at me. I felt the anger at my ex and her family and how they debased me constantly over my career. At that moment, I understood that my career and my art wasn't just some youthful spree. I always thought I was alone and I never saw the crowd around me. I felt ashamed but I also felt redeemed.

I heard sounds in the house. Danny and Kathy had arrived and Amy and Deb were introducing themselves. I collected myself and wiped off my eyes.

"Thank you, Mark. You can never ever understand how much that meant to me. I will never forget it. I love you, my friend."

"I know. I know. Now let's meet Danny and hear the game plan. Tomorrow is Armageddon."

They came out onto the deck and one look from Amy told me that she knew something very heavy had just gone down. I smiled at her and greeted Danny.

"Davy, my friend. You look better than I've seen you look in years. I guess I should thank Amy for that." I hugged Danny and turned to hug Kathy.

"Kathy, how long has it been? The two of you look wonderful."

"Quiet, Davy. Irene will hear you!" I introduced him to Mark and he began to compliment him. Same old Danny, effusive and warm. He and Kathy were still two little pudgeballs, like two peas in a pod. And he was still the same hamish New Yorker.

"Mark, this is some nice spread. What a beautiful view. And nobody deserves it more than you. Good for you."

"Why don't all of you come into the living room. I'll make some more coffee." Deb pointed the way as we sat down around the room.

"First thing, Davy, I brought you some presents. Manny's closed their doors but I bought you a box of your favorite picks. Here." I smiled and laughed inside. "And this is from your kid who told me to tell you how proud she is of her dad." He handed me a bakery box tied with string. I opened it up to reveal a half dozen Yonah Schimmel Potato Knishes from Delancey Street.

"My favorite." I showed them off and Amy put them in the fridge for later.

"Amy, Mark got us studio time at four with the A-team band."

"Maybe tennis is for tomorrow, then. Is that okay, Deb?" Deb shrugged as if to say 'who cares'.

"Davy, you have no idea how glad I am that you're writing and singing again. I always knew this day would come and I am so proud and happy for you. Everything that went before is leading up to now, you know. I mean, look what happens - you sing in Aspen, someone videos it and next thing you know, the whole world wants it. I bumped into ChuckD the other day on 8th Avenue and he just looked at me and said, "What goes around comes around. You tell Davy Harper we're all rooting for him."

"Chuck is a good man."

"First off, I have to have you two sign some partnership papers. Davy, your signature is in the blue flags and Amy, you sign where the green flags are, ok. This one first...good...now this one..."

"Shouldn't we be reading these first?" asked Amy.

"Sure if you want to but I have copies of everything for you. I put these together with your guys in Aspen. If there's anything you don't like, we'll rip these up and amend them."

"Amy," I said, "I trust Danny implicitly. He's the very best at what he does and I know that he'd never do anything to harm me. You can trust him, too."

"Ok, if you say he's good, he's good. But I still want to go over them later with you. Now, where do I sign."

"Over here...over here on this one and over here. That's the last one, right Kathy?" Kathy nodded and collected the paperwork. She put them in separate envelopes and handed one set to Amy.

Danny continued, "That's all done. Now here's my analysis of tomorrow's meeting and forgive me but this has been rolling through my mind for a few weeks now." Kathy handed him a folder and, putting on his bifocals, he glanced through it. "Uh, huh. Uh, huh. Okay. Now look, Warner's is going to try to play fast and loose because they don't know any other way. It's their culture. They're going to talk about how great it is to have you back in the family and all the rest of that bullshit. When they discover that you don't want to be back in their house, they're going to make offers and sweet talk you. At that point, we lay it down on the table - but not all our cards. We tell them that we want all the masters, all the cover art, all the publishing rights - you know, the whole nine yards, if I might use a garment district saying..."




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 11



"Wait a second, Danny, I thought that was a football saying," interrupted Amy.

"No. It actually goes back to the garment district in New York. I come from a family of tailors. Nine yards is a bolt of fabric and the dealers would use one yard as a sample to go around to the clothing houses to sell..."

"Danny, explain later. Sorry, Amy, he gets distracted," interrupted Kathy.

"So as I was saying, we tell them what we want from them and we want it immediately. No negotiations. Period. End of Story. They'll fight and threaten. We tell them that we still have all the old contracts and we want a full accounting by Lewis and Spergal as well as a BMI and ASCAP report. The contracts went void in 1990 and you've never received a penny in anything, let alone royalties. I have here two letters, one from Charley Rangel and one from Chuck Schumer, both suggesting that they want to open hearings on corporate mismanagement. They'll pooh-pooh that and suggest how much help they can offer you in the future. We tell them that, as a sign of good faith, they hand over $12,000,000 dollars in past earnings and maybe, just maybe, we'll consider negotiations. They'll laugh at us and tell us that we still owe them money that they expended forty years ago. At this point, we get up to leave and drop the dime. We tell them that their boy, Tom Avinet, is spilling his guts to the D.A. and we know for a fact their record of extortion as well as mob connections. Not only with you but with other artists. We've already turned the info over to the FBI who now has Avinet singing like a bird. We tell them that when we leave their office, we're giving the story to the press. They will threaten us and, at that point I will make a phone call to Robert Mueller in Washington who is expecting my call. I'll put him on speaker and let him read them the riot act. I guarantee that we will never make it to the elevator before they hand us a check and an agreement. That's how I read this."

"Whew!" I shook my head. "Do you really think it will go down like this?"

"Have I ever been wrong about shit like this? Remember what went down with Paul Simon and Columbia or Billy Joel and Columbia. Those shmucks ended up selling everything to Sony just to stay out of jail. This is dime-story novel crap. They don't know any other way."

"Danny, I think you're right. You have them by the balls. Avinet was the smoking gun."

"They've been too cocky for too long. They'll make the deal and then tell you that you'll never work in this town again. They just don't realize that their reign is over. You're going to open up the floodgates, Davy. And, really, what have we got to lose? Your career is exploding in front of them, without their support and without their control. They want in and they're desperate. But it doesn't matter, they'll all be on line at the Food Banks soon enough. Let's give them the push. I say, fuck 'em. Welcome to the twenty-first century, cocksuckers. Pardon my french, ladies."

"Let's do it. I'm ready. I know the script - I've been reading it for years waiting for the curtain to go up. I'm ready."

"Good. And when it's over, just for good measure, we'll leak the story anyway. Fuck 'em."

Amy raised her coffee cup, "Let's get 'em. The champagne is on ice!"

I sat back and caught my breath. I looked at Mark and nodded. He understood. Just then, my phone rang. It was Elon asking if we could come over in about an hour. I suggested that Danny and Kathy might want to come with us and they eagerly agreed. Outside, I appeared very calm and steady but I wasn't fooling anyone.

An hour later, Elon was taking us through the bus which was mostly ripped apart. He explained the alterations in the newer, updated mechanics and then discussed the interior design elements with Amy, who selected fabrics and leathers. Danny, Kathy and I looked at the components sitting next to the bus: the new shower, the new TVs, the Mark Levinson speakers, the new washer and dryer. Several very large pieces were under wraps and Elon would not tell me what they were saying that it was a surprise. Ed drove up in his electric car. He had a sheaf of paper in his hand and he handed Elon several boxes of Begley's Best Environmental Cleaner. Ed and Elon huddled in a corner and Elon was nodding his head in agreement.

"Davy, you're going to revolutionize the RV business. You going to breath new life into them!" I hugged Ed and introduced him to Danny and Kathy. "If I may be so bold..." He leaned over and gave Amy a kiss.

"Davy, hooking me up with Ed is one of the best moves I've ever made. This guy sees further into the future than I do!" Elon slapped Ed on the back. "You folks are done here. Amy has made some choices. I'll see you again tomorrow, okay? And by the way, although you can't tell by the way it looks, we're ahead of schedule."

On the way back to Mark's, I stopped at Nate 'n Al's for some deli. Stuffing boxes into the trunk, he drove away drooling. Once in the house, Amy heated up the knishes.

"Where's Mark, Deb?"

"Oh, he ran out to take care of a few things and said he's be back in a few. He left these for you," she pointed to a bunch of rolled fatties on the table. "What did you get, Davy?"

I began to pull out pastrami sandwiches, corned beef sandwiches, brisket sandwiches, half-sour pickles, potato salad, stuffed cabbage, kasha varnishkas, kishka, and for Danny, a corned beef and tongue sandwich. "Okay, so it ain't Katz's but it's the best L.A. has to offer."

Kathy was already toking up while Danny's eyes were bugging out at the array of food. Mark came bounding in, "What's that I smell? Is that corned beef? Wow. Stuffed cabbage!"

"Jesus, Mark, you are so Irish!" We had a great lunch, full of laughter, camaraderie and belching. The knishes were as delicious as I remembered them and I described the dumbwaiter at Yonah Schimmel's that brings them up from the basement knish factory. After a while, Mark said it was time to go to the studio. We packed our axes and everyone climbed in cars. We followed Mark to Shangrila in Malibu, in a secret location, where Steve, Chris and Van Dyke were already set up and waiting.

"Davy, I brought you a surprise." He motioned me into the studio control room where John Sebastian was sitting with Linda Ronstadt, Karla Bonoff, Jimmy Buffett and David Hidalgo. "I wouldn't miss this for the world, my old friend," said John with his beatific smile. Mark said that Flaco called and apologized for not making the session but he wasn't feeling well."

Surrounded by these wonderful people, I laid out what I wanted to do. "Listen, my friends, I want to make this short and painless for everyone. I've always liked to record live with a minimum of dubs. If it's right the first time, why bother putzing around with it. We can add the vocals after if you like. If you think we can do better, we can do it again. I'm loose and I like everyone else to be loose, too. I want to do three songs like we're on stage doing a gig. First one is a song Amy wrote yesterday called "Talk Dirty to Me." Next one is "In the Key of Me" and then "Breadbasket." Here are the lead sheets and I'll run you through them, okay. Danny and Kathy, you sit in the control room but we may need you later in the chorus. Oh, and there's one more thing. I want to pay you all for helping me to this."

They all started to say no and shush me but I continued. "No, I insist. I owe all of you. If you won't take cash then I will find a way to repay you all, I swear it. Whatever you ask, I'll do."

They all shushed me but I pulled Amy up to the mic and ran down her song. Everyone loved it immediately and an arrangement was quickly developed. Van Dyke played a Jelly Roll Morton type of barrelhouse. Mark and David worked out a break with a opening for John to take it out. We recorded it in three takes. Linda and Karla raced into the studio to hug Amy and insist that they needed to do their backup vocals immediately. As I listened to it in the control room, I was beaming. It was letter perfect. Amy even added a sultry giggle at the very end.

We then developed "In the Key of Me" and this arrangement was set up by Mark. He had Steve lay down a beat not unlike the one we played at the Spa concert, minimal but with a kick. John immediately knew where to go and David played a somber countermelody under Mark's violin. Van Dyke felt that he should not play on it because he heard the song as something fragile, woody and airy. Chris played string bass and gave the song it's earthiness. Jimmy and I worked out a simple, laid back harmony with Amy on the high part. I let Jimmy take the second verse solo. We did the song in one take and I said, "That's it!" Nobody agreed, everyone had an opinion but on playback, we all smiled and nodded. I was right. One take.

"Breadbasket" took on another life. Van Dyke created a rolling arrangement that was at once dense and intricate but also full of space. It was as if you could walk between the instruments. We expanded the song so that everyone had a solo part a la "We Are The World." It took us five takes and several solo overdubs before we got to the vocals. They took another three takes before we listened back. Van Dyke heard a coda with Linda, Amy, Karla and Kathy singing one part as Jimmy, John, David, and Danny sang another. I riffed my part over both parts and it fit like a kid glove. It was clearly a moment of magic as Van Dyke conducted us. We added one more part as Steve Gadd laid down a funky percussion bottom. On playback, we applauded. I was very, very happy with the results.

"Okay, let's pack it up and get out of here. Is anyone hungry? Straight? Anyone want to rip the roof off some dump?"

"No," said Deb, "Let's go back to our place. I have a ton of great leftovers. Come on, let's have a party."

Everyone piled into cars and headed off to Mark's. I called Elon to see if he wanted to come over and he said that he and Ed were still at the shop but would take a break and stop by. Ed said he's pick up his wife and meet us. I stuck around to get the masters and the dupes. I paid the engineer two thousand dollars in cash and I thought I should pay him more but Danny wouldn't allow it.

"But Danny, this is Bob Dylan's studio. Robbie Robertson's studio. The Band recorded here. Clapton. The Wilburys..."

"And now, Davy Harper. Good company, my friend."

We got to Mark's place and he immediately put the dupes on his deck and started to burn some CDs. Listening to it in his music room made it sound even better, if that was possible. Mark made 5 copies, numbered them and gave them to me. He packed up the masters and the dupes and gave them to Danny. I gave CDs to Mark, to Danny, to Jimmy and to Van Dyke, keeping one for myself. Mark said that I had to have more than one and burned a couple more, adding one extra for the Food Bank. He promised Danny he would wait until the copyright was complete.

The party was in full swing as wives, girlfriends, husbands, boyfriends and significant others arrived. Deb was right as there was plenty of food, drink and smoke to satisfy everyone. Elon talked cars and Ed talked green. Everyone else talked music. A wonderful time was had by all and as they all filtered out, they wished us well on our trip and the Ferguson show. I had a notebook full of dates to meet up with most of them at different venues and I relished the thought of playing gigs with Los Lobos in Denver, with John Sebastian in Berkeley and with Jimmy back in Amagansett for the Wounded War Veterans Brigade at the end of the summer. These were dates I would keep.

Finally, the four of us were alone, all crashed out in their bedroom, still high from the session. There were so many ideas thrown around that Amy had written many of them down on a legal pad; ideas about marketing, ideas about sales, ideas about performing, you name it. I was thinking about making a video for Amy's song. These were all ideas we would have to sleep on. Deb, on the other hand, had other ideas.

"I wanna play with Davy's balls!" she declared out of the blue.

"I hope not soccer or kickball!" cried Amy.

"How about ping pong?" asked Mark.

"Assholes," I snorted. "I'll tell you what you can do, Deb, you can apply some lotion to them, okay?"

She reached into her night table and pulled out some Baby Oil. Amy was next to her and, looking into the drawer, she said, "Well, what have we here?"

She took out several vibrators, a pair of nipple clamps and a medium-sized strap on. Holding the strap-on, she looked at Mark and smiled.

"Mark, I didn't know. May I fuck your man pussy? Or Deb, would you fuck me? Oooh, now there's an idea."

"First things first and let's see where it leads," said Deb. She slid my shorts down and began to softly rub lotion onto my balls. Her small hands caressed and fondled them as the other's watched. She applied some lotion to my pubes and then around the stem, under the balls and around my asshole, lightly pushing her finger around the sphincter. "Maybe I want to fuck Davy."

Amy pulled off her t-shirt and attached the nipple clamps. They had a small interior layer of padding but still she winced once they were attached. She reached into the night table and pulled out a bag. "Here's some of the other things we bought on our shopping spree. Wanna see?" She took out a small vibrating egg, a butterfly vibrator and a tube of heat-sensitive raspberry flavored lotion. She turned to Mark and slid his shorts down. "Heh, heh, heh," she said wickedly. "Look at these hairy balls! I think we should mow this mat. What do you say, Mark?"

"Okay. But, please be gentle with me."

"Oh, but of course, my dear." She sat up and began to kiss him. Deb went into the bathroom and returned with shaving cream, a razor, a scissors and some towels. Mark laid his ass on the towels and spread his legs, knees up, as Amy began to clip the hair on his testicles. I moved closer and reached over to hold his dick back as Deb applied the shaving cream. Together, the girls began to remove the hair. "That tickles," said Mark as I felt his cock grow under my palm. Mark reached over to feel my hairless balls. In a few minutes, they were done and Deb took a warm, damp wash cloth to clean him.

"I love it, " she declared. "They are so nice." The three of us felt and caressed his sac and he sighed in pleasure. While I stroked his dick, the girls licked and kissed his sac, sometimes rolling his balls in their mouth. He was hard in my hand.

Amy and Debby moved to the side to watch me jerk him. Knowing I had an audience, I leaned over and licked his shaft making sure to lave his nuts. I took the fat head and sucked it in causing him to groan. I heard Amy sigh and the sound of buzzing. I looked over to see Amy rubbing the egg over and into Deb's puss as Deb tugged on the nipple clamps. Mark leaned to his side and took me into his mouth. We began to sixty-nine but very slowly and gently.

"Let's watch them, Amy," whispered Deb. "Put on a show for us, boys. I want to see you both swallow cum." The girls sat around us, encouraging us and complimenting our oral techniques. They played with our balls, sometimes licking them and sometimes buzzing vibrators over them. This induced some heavy cock sucking from us and we got into a rhythm. Some noise distracted me for a moment until I saw that Deb was now wearing the strap-on. Positioning herself behind Mark, I watched as she slid the thin rubber cock into Mark's ass and began to fuck him in our rhythm. Amy was licking my nuts and sharing my cock with Mark, her finger was deep inside my hole tickling my prostate. Mark rolled over atop of me to give Deb deeper access. His position allowed me to deep throat his cock and Deb's rhythmic fucking forced him to slide in and out. His cock was thick and it filled my lips. I felt him jerk and was rewarded with a few drops of pre-cum which I rolled around his helmet. My cock responded similarly. Mark was an excellent cocksucker. We were all very much into it and the only sounds were those of pleasure.

"Mark, I'm going to cum," I said, "I can't hold on much longer." This only increased everyone's motion. "Me, too," he mumbled, mouth full of my dick. His sliding on me increased as on an upstroke, he peaked and began shooting globs of semen down my throat. It filled me as I tried to swallow it all but I could not and cum flooded out along my face. Deb slowly withdrew the dildo and leaned over to lick my face and his balls. Amy's finger pressed down on my gland and I began to shoot my spunk. Mark increased his suction on the head and sucked as much out of me as he could until Amy joined him for the remaining drops. She squeezed my dick to get it all and we lay there exhausted and spent.

"That was beautiful," sighed Deb.

"Yeah, thanks, Davy. That was great," sighed Mark.

"It was nice," I said, "...and very, very sensual. I feel great right now."

I rolled away and sat up next to him, the two of us bolstered by pillows. Mark lit a bowl and passed it to me. Deb took the damp washcloth and cleaned of the dildo. She took it out of the strap-on and replaced it with a longer, fatter cock. Mark and I sat quietly and smoked as we watched the girls begin to make out. Their relative sizes - Amy taller than Deb - fit into each other as their tongues played and their hands ran along their tits, gently tugging the clamps and pulling at nipples. Deb slowly slid down and began to lick Amy's pussy, lubricating her with lots of dripping saliva. She moved between her legs and holding Amy's lips apart, she slid the strap-on into her. They began a slow fuck dance as Amy sucked in the cock and Deb plunged it in and out to the hilt. Their mouths kissed feverishly. Amy's hands pulled at Deb's butt and they fucked slowly and deliberately. The strap-on brace held clit nubs which forced Deb to plunge into Amy and roll her hips into the nubs. Mark and I watched their show intently as we continued to pass the pipe back and forth.

Amy started to hump and arch into Deb and they picked up the pace. "Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Right there, Debby...oooh, right there." They were both fucking furiously now and moaning, squealing, grunting and loving it. Amy's knees were spread wide as she took all of it in. One hand was on Deb's butt and the other was between their pussies, pushing the nubs against Deb. "You're making me...cummmmm...ah, ah....yesssssssss." Deb pulled at the clamps which served to drive Amy wild, thrashing against each other. "Oh God...yesssssssss...uh...uh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Oh, Amy, Amy, Amy...my cunt... fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk." Deb collapsed upon Amy and, bathed in sweat, they lay together, dildo still deep inside.

Mark and I began to lick and massage our women. We held each other tightly and fell asleep that way. Sometime later, deep in the night, I felt my nuts being licked. I awoke slowly as I felt myself stiffen. When I was sufficiently hard, I opened my eyes to see who it was and watched as Deb, with her nipples clamped, mounted me.

"Shh. Don't move. I want to fuck you," she whispered. I placed my hands on her small hips and let her ride me with a long slide up and a fast push down. She did this for about ten minutes until I felt her thick syrup flush out of her and onto me. I didn't cum but I stayed hard as she dismounted and sucked on my cock. I softened and fell back to sleep with her nestled under my arm and against my chest.

I awaked in the morning light feeling the bed shaking. I looked over to see Mark and Amy in the couple's position. Amy was feeding her tits to Mark and they slowly fucked. Mark was cumming in her as Amy pulled them closer. When he was done, she pushed him onto his back and positioned her snatch over his mouth. I watched as his milky seed dripped out of her into his mouth and then as she lowered herself on to his tongue. He brought her off quickly and she lay down over him cleaning his cock. They both looked over to me and smiled and I smiled back. We lay quietly for a while. This was indeed a night of gourmet fucking, very warm, very loving, exotic and sensual...not to mention satisfying.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 11



The girls showered off first. Davy asked me if I was prepared to do battle today and I told him that I was as ready as ever.

"I know you are, man, and my spirit is with you today. I love our friendship." He kissed me on my temple and I felt centered and at peace.

I stepped into the shower next as the ladies put up coffee. It was nine o'clock when Danny called to say we were due at the meeting at eleven. He said he would pick me up. An hour and a half later, he and Kathy pulled up and honked. I got into the back seat.

"I like the way you dressed today. It shows them no respect." While Danny was dressed in a tailored business suit, I was in my jeans, t-shirt and faded work shirt. I was glad that Danny noticed my deliberate fashion sense. We pulled off the Ventura Freeway into the Warners-Reprise lot suitably situated near Forest Lawn Cemetery. We signed in and were escorted to the meeting room where a team of six suits awaited us. The table had a layout of coffee and croissants which we ignored. Danny and I sat at the head of the table with Kathy at his side. She opened her case and set out an array of folders.

"Danny, it's good to see you again. How's Irene?" asked the head suit. I could feel Danny's eyes roll upside his head.

"Davy, welcome back to the lot. We've missed you. Hey, those YouTube videos are superb. We have some big plans and I'd like to outline them for you." Thus began the dog and pony show. As each new plan was offered, a Powerpoint presentation filled the screen behind the Head Suit and a different flunky made the presentation. Personally, I hate PowerPoint. They bore the shit out of me. Needless to say, my mind frequently wandered.

Danny and I said nothing as they continued. Forty-five minutes later, it was over and the Head Suit asked our feelings.

Danny took his time considering the question and answered quietly, forcing the suits to lean in to hear his response. "You ask what our feelings are and I can safely say that we have none. I think this presentation should have been made about forty years ago. But enough of this chazerai, let's talk about the last forty years before we look toward the future. Davy lost his career because you would not renew his contract but you held him bound to material stipulations that were tantamount to slavery. You've never paid him any of the money you've earned from his assets and you prevented him from utilizing his earning power. How do you address that?"

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Head Suit opened a folder and began to read the terms of the old contract. "We followed the stipulations here and agreed to and signed by Davy and former officers of the corporation. We just followed the contract. We are willing to amend and reward Davy in our new agreement but you must remember that he is still bound by some of the old terms which still exist past the termination of the last contract in 1990. Also, our accounting clearly shows that moneys expended by us were never recouped. We consider that debt still unpaid. But we are willing to overlook these stipulations so as to move forward to develop a new and more lucrative partnership for all parties. Still, you must understand that we are taking a very large risk."

"Lucrative for whom? For which party? Be specific!" asked Danny in a slightly higher volume. "Your old contract was, in some ways, duplicitous and disingenuous. For example, here on page fourteen, item four, it states that your annual accounting is to be paid for by Davy and added to his debt. Your accounting was, and has never been, accurate or reliable. Playing with creatively invented numbers does not make for credibility. Our accounting, based upon ASCAP and RIAA numbers reveals an entirely different set of facts. Don't play these games with us. Let's get real, if you don't mind."

"Danny, we will be glad to look into these numbers again but you understand that many years have passed and our records do not go that far back any more. How do you suggest we approach this problem?"

"My suggestion is that you toss them out. They are worthless, meaningless and fraudulent and you know it. But let's stop with these red herrings and get down to meat and potatoes. We're here to hear your offer so come on, what do you have?"

"Look, while we appreciate Davy's work as well as his back catalog, in all honesty, he is not a commodity in this current culture. How can we value his worth and current potential? I think that our presentation shows that we are willing to take a chance on whatever future he may have. But again, I remind you that we are the ones taking a risk."

Danny thought for a few moments before he began to address them. Now his voice was a little stronger and firmer. "So if I understand what you are saying, you're kind of lukewarm about Davy regardless of his recent and I might add, successful productivity. In that case, it makes this meeting very easy." His volume rose. "I'll make it simple for you. We don't want you to risk anything. We want all of Davy's catalog - the masters, the art, the whole package - and we want it turned over immediately. We want all contracts declared null and all succeeding material stipulations voided. Since we were never part of "the family", we would like to disassociate ourselves from your company and regain all rights and properties for our own discretionary use. That's what we want. Is that clear and simple enough for you to understand?"

"Never going to happen. Get serious," Head Suit snidely deferred.

"Never going to happen, huh? That's your position? Then this meeting is over and we have nothing more to discuss. You will be receiving a letter from our attorney, David Boies, as well as a demand from our accountants, Lewis and Spergal, for a full and complete accounting and disclosure from the day of the signing of the original contract, as well as all of your ASCAP spreadsheets for every year going back to the original date of signing. We'd rather have a court decide our future. Let them decide if your contract caused detriment and damage to Davy. We've heard quite enough. Thank you, gentlemen and good day?"

"Wait a minute, Danny. Can't we discuss this? What kind of money are we talking about here? What kind of money do you believe will make you whole, Davy? And, if I may be so bold to ask, how can you afford a long drawn out legal battle?" Head Suit was now pushing the envelope and attempting to draw a violent response from me.

Danny jotted down a number and passed it to me. I took a deep breath. I spoke calmly but with an indignant air. "First of all, don't you talk to me in that tone of voice. Who the fuck do you thing you are? I was making hits for this company when you were still in diapers. You think I give a shit about your team of salaried in-house hacks, like the ones sitting on your side of the table? Considering all the different ways you have used my catalog over the years without paying me and taking into consideration the damage and pain you brought to me and my career, I'd be happy to settle for $125,000,000.00. Maybe more. I'll have to see what my lawyer, Mr. Boies, has to say on the matter."

Head Suit broke into laughter and his underlings snidely smirked. "That's fucking absurd. We can't even pretend to take that figure seriously. You'll never receive that number, from us or from a court and you know it. Stop dreaming."

"Stop dreaming?" exploded Danny suddenly seeming enraged, "Who the fuck do you think you are, you pedant? Here, read these letters and then we'll tell you who the fuck we think we are!"

Kathy handed the letters to Danny who shoved them over to Head Suit. They were the letters from Rangel and Schumer. Head Suit read them and smirked and passed them to the suit on his right, who read and dismissed them, pushing them away.

"Meaningless," uttered Head Suit, "Boilerplate bullshit."

Danny pulled out his cellphone and dialed Senator Rangel. "Yes, hello, is the Senator in? He's expecting my call."

"Danny, how are you? What's up? How's everything going? How's my friend, Davy?" Danny had him on speakerphone so the suits could listen in. He filled the Senator in on the lack of realistic negotiations. The Senator listened and said, "Alright then, let me go forward with scheduling a public hearing on the matter. I'll see if I can get it for, say six weeks from now. Let me call Senator Schumer to fill him in. Have David call me and ask him to please send over all pertinent documents. Don't worry, Danny, it's about time we stepped in and put an end to this type of artistic contractual servitude. They appear to be blatantly thumbing their nose at the First Amendment. Give me a call later, will you, and say hello to Kathy for me." His last comment seemed to make Head Suit cringe.

Danny looked hard at Head Suit and angrily said "Now I'll tell you who the fuck we think we are! Don't take us for assholes. It's forty years later and we're not some star-struck kid believing your lies and bullshit. We are an injured party demanding restoration, that's who the fuck we are. So shove your crap where the sun don't shine and start reconsidering your position, which at the moment is tenuous at best."

The suits huddled up and discussed this development. Notes passed back and forth. Finally, Head Suit, looked narrowly at Danny and said, "We appreciate the force of your demands and we are not unwilling to seek a negotiated compromise. Perhaps as a sign of good faith, we might be willing to offer Davy a check to cover any past compensation. Not that we admit any wrongdoing, but merely as a way to be civil about this." The suits huddled again.

Danny scribbled a note to me. It read "Watch this. $2 mil offer. Now it's your turn to give it to them, Hamlet."

The Head Suit looked at us and with an evil smile, said, "As an offer of good faith and as away to continue negotiations without getting into all the extra nonsense, we are willing to write you a check, call it a signing bonus if you will, of $2,000,000.00."

I jumped up from my seat and yelled loud enough for the residents of Forest Lawn to hear, "$2,000,000! You miserable prick! You're fucking kidding me! You sit there and insult me like that? Take your check and shove it up your ass. I'd rather see you in court as well as in the headlines. And speaking of the court of public opinion, how do you think you're going to fare when your boy Avinet is all over the headlines. Right now, he's singing like an angelic choir to the FBI. You fuckers think you could pay some bum to spy on me and then try to extort me! Fuck you! Avinet is naming names both past and present about who you fucked, how he was paid and who paid him. You think I want to negotiate with you scumbags? I'll see you in jail first. Fuck that, I'll see you in Hell!"

The suit looked shocked as the color drained from his face. "I...uh...I haven't heard about this. What are you talking about? Who is this Avinet?"

Danny stood up. Now he was in the driver's seat and he spoke with an air of condescension. "Relax, Davy, Relax. Settle down. Down get excited. You shouldn't have told them that but as long as you did, the cat's out of the bag and so we're not dancing anymore. You know very well who Tom Avinet is so don't bullshit a bullshitter. Shall I call FBI Director Mueller to fill you in? Perhaps it will jog your memory." He pulled out his cellphone again. "I have him on speed dial."

"No, no. Not necessary." Head Suit was now deflating rapidly. The Flunky Suits were scribbling notes and passing them to him.

"Good. I don't think we can make our position clearer than that. Good day. We'll see you in court." Kathy collected the files as we walked out of the conference room and headed toward the elevator. Heads were staring at us. As we strolled down the hall, Danny whispered, "Say nothing in the elevator. Don't say a word until we leave the lot." He hit the call button and began to count. "1...2...3...4...5..." At 30, the elevator doors opened and we stepped inside. A hand reached in and held the door.

"Wait a minute." It was Head Suit. "We have decided to agree to release you from any contractual obligations or debts we claim again you, Davy. We will return to you all masters and all that goes with them including artwork, publishing rights, etc. We will negotiate a financial settlement to settle your displeasure. If you do not want to be on the label, we will not force the issue. We deny any culpability or responsibility to any acts by any former employees or any outside or third parties. Likewise, we deny any purposeful mismanagement or falsification of records. We offer you this check as a token against any settlement of claims and as a sign of good faith on our part to relieve ourselves of any obligations, past or future."

Danny took the check and studied it. He handed it back and said, "We want that statement in writing and we want the check certified before we accept it."

Head Suit looked scornfully. It looked as though he wanted to say something but then stopped and asked us to follow him. We reentered the now deserted conference room as Head Suit gave his secretary instructions. Danny turned to us and sotto voce said that the check was for $12,500,000.00 and, as he estimated and as they most probably knew, was approximately one-eighth of what they owed me. He said that the final settlement would probably be about $65,000,000.00 give or take a few.

Head Suit returned with the statement. Danny busted his balls by having some of the framing language changed and retyped. Head Suit returned again a few minutes later. Danny read the statement and angrily crossed out several words and wrote some comments in the margin. Chagrined, Head Suit returned with the amended statement. When Danny was suitably satisfied, we all signed it. Only then did Danny accept the check. Head Suit looked at us and said, "I trust we can keep this private and out of the news until the negotiations are complete. It is not necessary that allegations be aired in public." We nodded to him. Danny added, "Oh, by the way, watch Davy on Ferguson's show tonight." Dig, dig.

We walked back to the elevator. Danny reminded us of his order of silence by placing his finger against his lips. I felt light headed and thought I was hyperventilating. We left the building and walked to the car. Danny opened the truck and, from his valise, he took out a portable surveillance sensor. He walked around the car and got no readings. He then unlocked the car and waved the sensor around. It beeped near a point in the middle of the dashboard. He reached up and took out a small magnetic-backed microphone. He wrapped it in his handkerchief and satisfied that there were no others waved us into the car. He turned on the radio and held the mic up to the speakers. He told Kathy to snap a picture of it and to be ready to snap pictures of the guard. He asked her for a piece of stationary and an envelope. He wrote, "I believe this belongs to you. I found it under the dashboard in my car. It was not here before we drove onto the Warner's lot. We have photographed it's discovery. Furthermore, I have a logged and dated security surveillance video of the persons who installed it. This will cost you." He signed the letter, folded it and inserted it into the envelope. He dropped the mic in and sealed the envelope. He wrote Head Suit's name on the front. We drove up to the gate and Danny hailed the guard from his booth.

"How can I help you, Sir?"

"Here. I believe this is the property of Warner's. Please forward it to the addressed party." He handed the envelope to the guard as Kathy snapped away. We drove off and Danny pulled the car over about a block away. He turned and looked at us. He face broadened into a huge smile.

"Did I write the fucking script or what! OR WHAT!" We began to roar and scream. Quiet little Kathy had tears rolling down her cheeks from laughter and relief. "What a bunch of assholes! That last bit just covered my fee! Hahahahahaha!" He drove up onto the Freeway and other drivers must have thought we were nuts the way we were carrying on.

"I trust you'll keep this out of the news!...FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!...fucking surveillance mics! You think they would learn! Wait a minute..." He dialed a number on his phone. "Hello, Charley...yeah...yeah...run with it...yeah...from unnamed sources within the Warner's Building...yeah...don't mention it. More to come, I promise. You're the first guy. Yeah, I promise." He hung up. "It's done. That was TMZ. Fuck them! FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!" He waved his middle finger at the Warner's lot.

"Danny, I'm free. I'm really free. You did it!"

"You deserve it. After all the shit they put you through, after all the years we fought with them...they fucked up big time and now they're gonna pay...And this is just the beginning of the end for them...fucking bastards."

"I just can't say...I'm dumbfounded..I..." I rode the rest of the way in silence. Shock had set in. I'm Free! I'm Free. And freedom tastes of reality. Truer words were never written.

As we drove up, Amy, Mark and Deb ran out of the house. "Well? What happened?" Danny and Kathy jumped out of the car and started to Lindy. They were so giddy they had trouble getting any words out. I got out and just nodded yes and they all began to scream. Mark ran back in and came out with champagne and glasses. He popped the cork and sent the champagne shooting into the air.

"It was just like Danny said. It was line for line. It was fucking amazing." I started to giggle.

"Tell us everything! We've been dying for hours!"

We walked back in and the three us filled them in, ending each other's sentences and adding elements to the narrative. "It's over. We won. It's all new again. I feel like a little kid." Mark was laughing through the entire narrative. He fully understood the ramifications.

"We have to celebrate!"

"Celebrate? When have we not celebrated? That's all we seem to do!"

Amy jumped my bones on the couch and gave me ten thousand kisses. She whispered into my ear, "How much?" I whispered back, "We have a check for $12.5 and we'll probably end up with about $65 mil plus all the masters. Plus everything!" She screamed and nearly broke my eardrum. She grabbed the bottle and started chugging the bubbly as it foamed out of her mouth. "Damn! What balls you have! I love your balls! Whoopee!"

Mark asked what she was going crazy about and she screamed, "Twelve point five fucking million dollars and more to come. Sixty-five million dollars."

"Tax-free and it's all yours. My fee is covered by the surveillance mic...and we're going to make a bundle!" laughed Danny as he kissed Kathy. "This goes in the anti-Irene fund!...Oh, Jesus, I better call the office and Charlie Rangel! We're going to have to pay him off, too, but his debt with me is now settled." Danny and Kathy went off to make the calls but before he reached for the phone, he ran out onto the deck, threw off his jacket and jumped into the pool screaming like a banshee. Kathy was standing at the side laughing at him and he jumped out, chased her down, threw her into the pool and jumped in again. We all stood around laughing. Even Santo, Marion and Orson sensed our elation and they jumped around, too.

"I am suddenly so exhausted. It's like a huge weight is lifted. I'm so blown away. I BEAT THOSE FUCKERS!"

"And, you will be very happy to know that we went down to check the bus and everything is on schedule and perfect. Wait until you see what Elon has done! It will blow your mind. He's going to call us tomorrow to drop it off and then, guess what, baby...it's you me and Santo...on the road again!"

"She's not kidding," added Mark. "You think that bus was cool before? What until you check out the guitar and mic inputs...and mixer!...plugged into the outside storage bin."

"Don't tell him anymore, Mark," Amy admonished, "you'll ruin the surprises!"




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 12



If you haven't kept up with the story, that's okay although I suggest you start at the beginning so you can keep your scorecard up to date. This story has all kinds of sex in all kinds of combinations so if you don't have permission from an adult to read it, get outta here.

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It's only about an hour from L.A. to Santa Barbara, but it only took Amy about fifteen minutes to look over the folder of paperwork Danny gave her. She's that good understanding finances and contracts and shit like that. Me? Well, let's just say I understand it when it is explained to me...slowly.

"I'm pretty pleased the way they set up our partnership. It's straightforward and clear. It's easy to understand. You were right about Danny, he's really something."

"Danny is the best, Amy. Not only do I swear by him but lots of other people do, too. From Dylan to Paul Simon, Billy Joel and even Paul McCartney...if you can't trust anyone else, you go to Danny. Also, Danny and I go back to when we were both first starting out so there's a long bond there. Yeah, I really love him. Do me a favor, Hon, don't explain it to me now but when you do, explain it to me as though I'm an idiot, because with this stuff, I am."

"No, you're not. You're just not hooked into this, I understand that. You just concern yourself with creating your art and Danny and I will give you the freedom to do that. I like Danny and I trust him, too. But I have another bit of information for you. If I asked you how much you were worth, how much I was worth and how much we were worth together, would you have any idea?"

"Not a clue. And I don't really care as long as there's enough to do what I want to do and spread even more around to those who need it more than I."

"That's a pretty cavalier attitude...and very impressive. Once I came into money, I watched it all the time and it nearly drove me crazy."

"That's you, not me. That's why I defer to you to handle this stuff. I know that you can do it and I know that I can't. My brain just doesn't work well with numbers. Just ask my ex-wife."

"So what are we worth?"

"I'll make a wild guess based upon the lottery money I won and the coming Warner's award, I figure I'm good for about $200,000,000. I don't remember how much I put in trusts or how much I invest with, although I do know that I've been pretty hot lately with the precious metals I'm into. As for you? No clue. I know you have all that primo real estate but beyond that, beats me and really doesn't concern me."

"Well, you're off on your assets. According to all this paperwork, you're good for $275,000,000. I'm good for $450,000,000. So together, we're worth nearly three-quarters of a billion dollars!"

I damn near had an accident. "You are fucking kidding me, Amy. That's a hell of a lot of cabbage. And you advised me to go cheap the other day. Shit, Amy, we can't spend as much as we make in interest alone!"

"No shit, Warren Buffett! We'd better start giving more away or the taxman will eat us up. I'm going to have to talk to Danny about this...and I think we should buy up some more real estate."

"There is that property I want to buy near where Sagaponack meets East Hampton...ah, fuck it, I can't think about it now or I'll drive into the ocean, I swear. We're about a half an hour out of Santa Barbara, I'm calling Shadow."

"Wait a sec, I have another question. Tell me, what did it feel like when you found out that you won the lottery?"

"I'll be totally honest with this answer. I felt the same way as when you pulled up in front of Stevie and Sally's, got out of your Jaguar and we held hands walking up to their house. I knew that my life had just changed for the better."

"Oh, you lying charmer. You know just the right things to say to me. Now you can call Shadow."

I called and we set up a meeting at The Shoreline Cafe by Ledbetter Beach in an hour. I told him to look for Big Chocolate.

"So who is this Shadow character anyway?"

"Shadow? Shadow is a music legend. Shadow goes back to the early sixties and the Brill Building. He's also one of Danny's buds. Shadow co-wrote and produced some of the most famous recordings of the sixties like "Leader of The Pack," "(Remember) Walking in The Sand"...He discovered the Shangri-Las, Janis Ian, Vanilla Fudge, Laura Nyro, New York Dolls...oh, Jeez, too many to remember. He worked with The Who, Jimi Hendrix, Neil Diamond, just about everyone."

"How did you get to know him?"

"I first met him before I signed a deal. He helped me with my first album. In the seventies, he dropped out of music and disappeared of the face of the earth. Nobody could find him. Everyone figured he was dead. Turns out he was a bad drunk, broke and living in the gutter. I bumped into him in the mid-eighties at Joe Allen's. He was slumped over the end of the bar. I called Danny to tell him and the next thing I know, he's in Betty Ford, drying out. He's been straight ever since. But get this, since everybody in the business thought he was dead, they never paid him any royalties. When he got out of Betty Ford, Danny filed suit against a conglomerate, who owned all his music through acquiring other labels and catalogs. Danny had a study done to show that once an hour, somewhere in the world, some radio station was playing "Leader..." and they won the suit. He got about 50 mil which he promptly distributed to his daughters and to Betty Ford. Shadow is a real special person. These days, he tweaks records before they become hits. His quiet and under the radar but he's there. And I love him because he's real."

I found the Cafe and parked. Amy and I took Santo out for a stretch until I saw the Brooklyn Cowboy walking toward me. We hugged. Shadow rolled his eyes at both Amy and Big Chocolate. His rugged good looks and deep, scratchy baritone hadn't changed in the few years since I'd seen him. I introduced him to Amy and I could see that she was quite taken by him.

"Da-vy Har-per. How you doin', man? Hiya, Santo. Remember your Uncle Shadow? He looks like you've been spoiling him. That's good. So I know what you've been doing these days because I talked to Danny a couple of weeks ago and I checked out YouTube...really quality stuff. Nice goin', guy."

"Wait a second, Shadow." I dialed up Danny and handed Shadow the phone. They had some quick small talk because Danny was on the golf course. They promised to speak during the week. We sat down at an outside table as Santo curled up under my feet.

"So tell me something good, my friend." he said. "Although, I can tell that it's all good...your beautiful lady...some kinda wheels...and you, dear lady, I can see that you are treating my dear freind well. Thank you."

Amy blushed. "Yeah, Shad, everything is better than good. Amy and I are traveling the country in those wheels and life these days are fun. How 'bout you?"

"Can't complain. The good Lord provides...It's good to see you happy, Davy."

"Likewise, Shadow. I have a project for you if you want it. I need your gift."

"Gift, humph! Lucky is more like it. But, I'm intrigued. Shoot, I'm all ears."

"Well, actually, there are a few projects. First of all, Danny and I beat up Warner's and I got all my masters back. I want to clean them up, remaster them and rerelease them under my own brand. I also want to record new versions of them with all my friends. I also want to release new material. I have a whole bunch of new songs..three new tracks I just recorded that I'll lay on you.. I want you involved in all projects - to oversee and tweak as the Executive Producer...but I have another project specifically with you in mind. I want you to take the remastered old stuff and turn some of them into Shadow Morton productions...just like we wanted to do back in 1965. Turn them into cinematic widescreen productions. Complete freedom. Do your thing."

"Easy boy, easy boy. You're talking a lot of money here."

"Right. So what I want to do is tie you up with a consultant's fee - say one hundred thou - and put you to work. You and Danny can work out all the details nd everything that follows. Waddya think?"

"I think I like this. I think I like this a lot. How soon do you want to get moving on this?"

"Like right now. Let's shake hands on this and we'll go back to the bus. I'll write you a check and give you a CD of what I have now. You just start dreaming. When I have some more tracks for the new music project, I'll send them to you. When Danny dupes the masters, I'll have them sent to you and you can start in on them at your own creative pace. Maybe we'll start sneaking out some tracks this summer."

"Alright. I'll start to do some investigative work, I have to find a studio that I can work with."

"How about Ocean Way on Sunset Boulevard? Nah, that place is too busy and I want to control the media on this for as long as I can. Oh. I know...better yet, Shangri-La in Malibu. That's where I recorded these new ones."

"I like Ocean Way, it's okay. I have a little place I like here in Santa Barbara but I don't think they can handle this. If you can get Shangri-La, I'm very fucking impressed."

"Shadow, it can be done and it will be done." We clinked our soft drinks, finished up and made our way back to the bus.

"I can-not be-lieve this ve-hi-cle. This is something spectacular. Fucking impressive." I handed Shadow a CD while Amy wrote him a check. He folded it and placed it his beat up denim jacket. He sat down in the recliner. "Now I have a favor to ask of you." 

"Shoot."

"You know that Betty Ford Clinic maintains a fund to provide car for those who cannot afford their services...and that place is expensive. I've been raising money for the last few years to keep this fund deep. About 45% of the people getting treatment get financial aid. So maybe you'll do a benefit for the fund...maybe in Palm Springs or wherever. Think about it."

"There's nothing to think about. Of course, I'll do it."

Amy piped up, "Shadow, can we make another donation? Can I write you a check for another hundred thousand? Is that enough?"

Shadow looked dumbstruck. Clearly, he was at a loss for words and he's eyes teared up. "I can't believe this. I shouldn't be because you were always generous to a fault, but this is just incredible. The people at Camp Betty will be as dumbfounded as I am right now." He got up from his seat and hugged me and then Amy. "You are helping do God's work, you know. Bless you both. Bless you, bless you both."

Amy wrote the check to the Betty Ford Center Foundation. Handing the envelope to Shadow, he wiped his eyes. "I feel like this is a sign and I believe in signs. God is speaking through you two and I am humbled. I promise you that this money will save lives and I cannot thank you enough. I promise you that we will make music that will change the world for the better. You have my word. I love you both."

"I love you, too, Shadow, which is why we're here in the first place. You call Danny later, he's flying back to New York tomorrow. Here's his number and he and Kathy are staying at the Wilshire. Here's all my contacts, too. Let's keep in touch, okay?"

As we watched Shadow's motorcycle roar away, Amy and I looked happily at each other. We knew that we had just done something very good and very powerful. We looked at each other and smiled.

"I feel so good right now," she said. "This can only turn out well. You were right, Davy. He's a very special person. His beautiful soul just drips from him."

We headed north past Morro Bay toward our first overnight stop near San Simeon. The road was easy and the views from the Pacific Coast Highway couldn't have been more beautiful. We pulled into Hearst Park by the ocean and stared back at Hearst's castle sprawling along the hill.

"You know, Davy, I have no desire to take that tour. I don't want to see the results of someone's outrageous greed. I mean, he raped and pillaged the world to fill that castle."

"I agree. I have no interest either. I'd rather tour the Citizen Kane set."

"I've never seen that movie."

"Really? I'm one of those who thinks that Citizen Kane is the greatest film ever made. I even have it on DVD somewhere around here."

"Good. I have an idea. Since it's still early, let's go out on the beach for a swim. Then we'll have dinner on our rooftop terrace. Then we'll snuggle in and watch it."

"That's a plan!" Let's go for a dip!"

This part of the bay was flat and level with a long stretch of beach heading north to cliffs and outcroppings. That part of the beach was boulder strewn and dramatically beautiful. With Santo, we walked along the flat part. A sign read "This is a Clothing Optional Beach." Although there were very few people on the beach, and they were quite a distance away, it hadn't occurred to us to skinny dip. Suddenly, it seemed obvious. We stripped off our clothes and threw them into a pile on our towels. Santo left his dog suit on as the three of us ran into the surf. We were laughing and splashing each other - mainly because I loved watching Amy's tits bounce around. The salt water wasn't to Santo's liking so he ran out of the water and happily rolled around in the sand. Amy and I swam a bit and then turned and viewed the shore. The view of San Simeon was quite impressive but the cliffs to the north were even more majestic. Finally, hand in hand, we made our way back to the towels. There was no one else on the beach or within sight as we strolled back to the bus. I hosed the sand off Santo and dried him down the best I could. I tethered him to the bus and went inside to shower.

Amy was already in the shower. I could hear her laughing as soon as I entered the bus. When she saw me, she shouted for me to get in. "This is the greatest shower. This is fucking great!" I had to admit that with all the shower heads spraying at me, it was dynamite and I, too, started to laugh. "Let's see," she said, "if I turn this head in this direction, it gets my ass. Oooh. That's nice. I like this. Now, I'll turn arounddddddddd...wow!" "Now, how do you turn on the steam?"

"I think I'll read the directions first," I said. It surprised me that she agreed. We turned it off and stepped out to dry off. There was just enough room to towel each other. I left her to blow dry her hair while I put on my shorts and a ratty old Grateful Dead tee. I stepped outside to check out the upper deck. Santo was sitting in the sun and not very happy so I went back in and opened the slideouts and the awning. As the shade covered him, he quieted down. I brought his water bowl out and handed him a Milk-Bone.

I climbed the rear ladder to the roof and slid the flooring panels out. They easily fit into the framing rack. I stepped up onto the deck and surveyed the awesome view. I pulled the bimini rack up and opened it. It covered the deck like a huge umbrella. The deck flooring was a bit hard and uncomfortable so I went back down to scout up a blanket. Amy was sitting by Santo and blow drying him. Santo seemed to be laughing and clearly, he was loving her attention as she brushed his short hair. I smiled as she cooed to him and told him how handsome he was.

"Let me take over," I said. "You check out the upper deck. I need something to put on the floor, though."

"Wait a sec," she said. She started opening the lower bins until she found a large square remnant of green carpeting. "I remember that Elon said he'd leave me a large piece just for that purpose. He also gave us a foldup table and chairs." Amazed, I took the stuff and brought it up to the roof. When I finished, I looked at it and it was pure luxury.

I climbed back down as Santo scampered into the bus behind Amy. Amy was checking out our dinner menu. I pulled the dog feeder out and filled the bowls. I took Santo a few minutes to figure out that this was his new dining room but when he did, he finished his bowl quickly.

"For dinner tonight, how would you like Pasta Carbonara, a salad, a little garlic bread and vino?"

A half hour later, she passed me our dinner through the pass-through hole. We dined al-fresco on our rooftop terrace as the sun set slowly into a kaleidoscope of blues, reds, purples and orange. It was something to see. And, oh yes, dinner was superb. We sat up there as the night descended and enjoyed the dramatic vista.

We closed it down and I passed her the stuff. I just finished stowing the carpeting when a California State Patrolman pulled up. I was afraid we'd be kicked out of our perfect parking spot but he was very amenable. "Ordinarily, we don't allow anyone to sleep over after dusk but this is about the coolest bus I've ever seen and since there's no one else here, where's the harm. Please make sure you leave no debris when you leave in the morning." He seemed to be angling for a look inside so I guided him in. Amy was just finishing up and about to close up the galley. The cop's eyes bugged out as he roamed around the bus. He wished us well on our vacation and drove away muttering to himself. I kind of liked his reaction.

While I closed up the bus and drew the screens, Amy set up the bedroom so that the bed tilted up facing the large screen. I found Citizen Kane and after rolling a couple of joints, I walked in. She had the bottle of wine and two glasses on the side table. 

"Wait until you feel this bed, Davy. Did you know that Elon fitted it with 1500 thread count Egyptian Cotton sheets?"

"I don't even know what that is but I suppose it's a good thing." I sat down on the bed and instantly I knew. It was very comfortable. It was even better than that. "I don't know how to describe this, Amy."

"I already thought that thought and the best description I came up with is that it is to die for. It's drop dead."

I nodded. She was right again. We sipped the wine and toked up as the movie started. It didn't pass my sense of irony that we were watching this movie with Hearst's Castle behind us. If you listened closely, you could hear Hearst spinning in his grave. As the movie progressed, I kept pausing it and pointing out important aspects of the film: the sled that the child Kane plays in the snow with; that this was the first film where room sets had ceilings; the "Citizen Kane" shot from low looking up making the character appear more imposing; the "chambered nautilus" scene; the bird (is it an albatross?) that flies through the party scene signifying the end of Kane's rise and the beginning of Kane's descent, as well as other tidbits. I was glad that Amy was not annoyed. To the contrary it made her more interested in the film. As the final scene began and we followed the camera through the warehouse all the way to the boiler and the music swelled, she was astonished as the sled, "Rosebud", was tossed into the flames.

She loved the film and immediately saw the Spielberg homage that framed the end of Raiders of The Lost Ark. She asked how I knew so much about the film and I told how I took a course in college that spent a full semester deconstructing Welles masterpiece. I explained how Hearst buried the film through his newspaper network and it died at the box office. It wasn't until nearly a decade later that the film was declared the work of a genius but it was too late for Welles whose career never recovered. While he did have several brilliant films after Kane like The Magnificent Ambersons and The Stranger, it was too late and the damage was done. Amy sat fascinated and, I could tell, edified. We closed up shop and fell asleep quickly in our 'drop dead' bed.

Sunrise and ready to move up the coast. We were both well rested after sleeping on a perfect bed. Amy took Santo out for her morning constitutional and I made a phone call for a little surprise. Before long, I was sipping coffee as we drove north. When I saw the turn-off, Amy asked where we were headed.

"I have a little surprise for you. Have you ever heard of the Esalen Institute?"




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"Nope. What is it?"

"It's a famous wellness center. I was there back in '68 or '69 when I was nanging with Lenny in Santa Cruz. I remember these amazing hot springs and a massive pool. I also remember taking a Tai Chi class. Most of all I remember the spectacular grounds and scenery. I've booked a half-day for us - hot springs, massage, meditation and like that."

"That's sounds delicious, Davy. I think I'll love this."

We pulled in and Amy strolled around as I checked in. Things had changed since I was there last, the grounds and the services were more expansive. Storms had damaged the facility and it had taken a few years to rebuild and refurbish the center but it looked just as lush as I remembered it. There were not a lot of guests around so the sounds of the ocean, the birds and some flutes filtered through the air. This part of Big Sur changes your perspective instantly and you begin to feel a calmness that is pervasive. First we hit the large communal pool at the edge of the cliff and the warm water combined with the view was blissful. We were called for our massage and tub and we followed our guide down to a new facility, again perched on a cliff. The silence of the place added a wonderful sense of utter tranquility. We placed our clothes in a small room and lowered ourselves into the hot soothing tub. Gazing at the interminable horizon, I saw seals and dolphins dance through the water. I lay in the tub and focused on that horizon until I felt myself separate from all my worldly thoughts. Amy was getting her massage on a nearby table and the rhythm of the masseuse seemed to blend into the melody of the environment. My massage was next and it was about as good as massage as can be administered. By the time it ended, I was a large mass of jello.

Amy and I attended a session in the meditation center and then we strolled the grounds observing the different arts, skills and practices being taught and exhibited. As we left the center, I observed that our speech and our whole demeanor was subdued. Not far up the road, I pulled into Pfeiffer-Big Sur State Park and the three of us strolled the park and gawked at the immense grandeur of the place, the lush foliage and the unforgettable views.

"I think we're in God's Country, again, Amy. How beautiful is this place? So my question is, do we move further north toward Carmel and Santa Cruz or do we stay here for the night?"

"Let's see...we have three days before we need to be in San Francisco so we have plenty of time to dawdle. I vote that we stay here for the night. There's a place just up the road, Fernwood, where we can pull in and hook up. They also have a nice restaurant there. We have plenty of time and I have to tell you that I think this is the most beautiful place. It is so lush..."

"Then it's set." After a little while more of hiking, we stopped to fuel up and then headed up to Fernwood and pulled into a roomy spot beneath a canopy of immense redwood trees. Again,the environment was nothing short of perfect. While I set up the bus, Amy and Santo strolled around the grounds and picked up some supplies in the general store. I also called the Vanity Fair office and told Carter's secretary of our travel itinerary. She gave me his personal email address and asked me to drop a note off to him and that he'd get back to me. I then checked out the YouTube numbers and was again fascinated by the volume and by the beautiful comments visitors had left. Next was email and some kudos over the Ferguson show. I was responding when Amy returned and suggested we go off to dinner. I was fairly famished and so it was no problem leaving the computer.

The Redwood Grill hit the spot. The smoked baby-back ribs were about as good as they get and I sucked those bones dry. Everything in this place was delicious. It was one of those roll-up-your-sleeves-and-dig-in kind of meals. The restaurant was friendly and warm. Lots of kids ran round and it had a 'happy family' sort of feel to it. There was also a rich music scene in this place. I could tell this from all the posters on the wall and the festival dates. In all, I'd say that this place was the sort of destination that the modern hippy family might seek out.

After dinner, we strolled the grounds hand in hand marveling at the mighty redwoods and lush vegetation. On our way back to the bus, we approached a little hootenanny taking place. There were six guitars, a flautist, some singers and lots of young hippies. We stood and listened for a while until one of the guitarists approached me and asked if I would like to join in. I deferred and told him that I would rather listen. After a bit, we started to move on when another guitarist approached me and asked, "Mr. Harper, don't you want to play a little?" Aha! I'd been recognized! Amy answered for me and said that we'd be back in a few minutes.

After using the bathroom in the bus, I got my guitar and we walked back to the guitar circle with Santo in tow. I sat down and started to pick along but was soon asked to lead them. For the next hour, I led them through folk, country, some tex-mex and other songs that were easy to harmonize along to.

"See that squirrel up in the tree

His mate there on the ground

Hear their barking call of love

From the happiness they've found

Is my love still my love?

Oh, this I've gotta know

Send a message by the wind

Because I love her so."

I chose not to play any of my own songs because I enjoyed their voices all raised in song. The sound rang though the campgrounds and a small crowd sat around us. This is often the type of music I enjoy the most. It invigorates me. Finally, we took our leave and thanked them for their hospitality.

Back in the bus, Amy crashed on the couch. The sun had set and we drew the screens, I sat at the computer and looked up Ben Lomond in search of my old friends, Lenny and Lizbeth. I found a phone number and called it. A young woman answered.

"Hello. I'm looking for Lenny and Lizbeth. I'm an old friend from forty years ago. I'm overnight in Fernwood and will be up in Santa Cruz tomorrow and I would love to see them."

She answered me with a sad story. Lenny and Lizbeth, her parents, had passed away over a year ago. Lizbeth had developed a rare form of terminal cancer and Lenny was not very healthy either. As Lizbeth passed into her final stages of the disease, Lenny and she decided to end their lives together. I was heartbroken, to say the least, but the young woman would not hear of it. "My parents were magical people who lived their lives to the fullest. They made a big impression on their community and were very much beloved. They left this world in peace and in love and left us their spirits which inhabit this town and this place. They are always here."

I got off the phone and started to cry. What she had said moved me so and she was right about them. Everybody loved them. They were kind and gentle, free hippie souls and they made everyone around them happy, too. They were infectious people, Lenny and Lizbeth. Stevie and I always loved being in their presence even back in our college days. When we'd hung out in their Santa Cruz home, it was always a joyous hippie festival.

I called Stevie and Sally and told them about my call and about Lenny and Lizbeth's fate. As Amy listened, we shared loving stories about them. Stevie's story brought back wonderful memories.

"Their house was like a hippie festival filled with characters. Remember when Lenny was trying to get someone to distribute that great animated cartoon he made. It was like "Yellow Submarine" but even more psychedelic. But Lenny needed to make money to keep drawing and animating and so he sold drugs to the music community. Remember the day we spent crushing psilocybin mushrooms and packing them into caps? He told us not to take any but just to concentrate on packing as many as we could. We must have packed a few hundred. What he didn't tell us was that the psilocybin would enter our bloodstream through the pores in our fingers. After a while we were useless...laughing and rolling around in the woods and in the steam by the house...screaming laughter for hours...remember that?"

"I certainly do. I remember thinking that I was a bass guitar for about a day. When we finally get straight the next day, Lenny asked if we wanted to drop a cap and get high. I couldn't believe he said that because we'd already lost a whole day. We ended up that night dancing naked around a bonfire...maybe fifty of us...like early Burning Man!"

"Yeah, and the next day we went up to San Francisco to play a gig which I can't recall at all but I do remember that on the drive back to his house, he sat in the back and counted out about five thousand dollars! And then the next day, he got another delivery of mushrooms and we started capping more pills. It was always an adventure with Lenny."

"Remember when Lenny had the idea for a mass orgy? He wanted to charge participants $2.00 each and he figured that a few thousand people would show up. It was going to be like the Monterrey Pop Festival for Sex. I remember that he designed and printed up posters. But then when the big day came, he'd been too high for too long and he hadn't planned for a site and all these horny people walked around town looking for the big orgy. Lenny invited everyone he saw back to his place. Lizbeth was insane when she drove up - I think she's gone to visit her folks or something and lenny got ral horny while she was away - and there's all these naked people running through the woods full of window-pane acid. And there's Lenny sitting on his redwood throne, totally out of his skull and leading people in an Om circle. Lizbeth kissed him and gently cared for all the crazy people until they came down. She was the true Earth Mother. I doubt if any of them ever remembered what had happened or what they had done. He didn't make any money but it was a big success as far as he was concerned. What an insane night that was...Lenny and his big plans!"

"So, Lenny and Lizbeth are dead and here we are, remembering them and laughing again. Their daughter was right. Do not mourn for them, their spirit lives on. Rest in peace. We should smoke a joint in his honor although I wish we had some 'shrooms!"

And that is what I did. I rolled up a big bomber and with each toke praised the memory of my friends, Lenny and Lizbeth. Amy and I snuggled into bed and I told her more stories of the mad genius with a true gift of life. In the back of my mind, I planned to write a song about him and about those madcap days. We were both tired even though we'd hardly done anything strenuous all day. We lay together and softy kissed. I adjusted the mood lighting to a dark glowing blue as we felt each other up under the covers.

Our lovemaking was soft and gentle. Our mouths seems to meld as we held each other. I lightly brushed my finger along her vagina until I felt it become moist. I ran my finger under my nose and into my mouth, then I returned it to her vagina. When I returned it back to my mouth, she took it and sucked it off. She began to rub and stroke my cock. Side by side, we kissed and masturbated each other until our motions became more determined. She draped her leg over my hip and pulled my penis into her. Our hips did a slow jelly roll until we both came, her pussy spraying on me launched my orgasm. We stayed in that position until we fell asleep. I awoke in the middle of the night soaked in our dripping juice. Once I'd realized what the sensation was that I'd been dreaming about, I nuzzled back into her and fell right back into sleep.

The next day, we strolled through Carmel and drove along the Seventeen Mile Drive. The slanted trees along Pebble Beach made a beautiful and otherworldy sight. From there, we drove to Monterrey and strolled Cannery Row. There was a great jewelry store that specialized in silver and we bought some beautiful belts. I also bought Amy an gorgeous silver and gold bracelet. It was a very dramatic piece and it is the perfect complement to her wrist. I also bought Santo a new collar emblazoned with silver medallions. He liked it and seemed to preen and strut around. We bought some Ghiridelli chocolate and sat outside for a little lunch.

From Monterrey, we reached Santa Cruz mid-afternoon. The town was nothing at all like I remembered. I recalled it being filled with wooden buildings and little stores. But storms and landslides had destroyed all of that and it had been rebuilt into a small modern city. We walked around the main thoroughfare until we passed a store that stopped me in my tracks. In the window were pieces of Lenny's art filled with comical characters and lively colors. We entered the store and I began to purchase all sorts of things - a couple of paintings I liked (one of which was a grouping of people looking not unlike Lenny, Lizbeth, Stevie and me), I bought tee shirts, coffee cups and a few baseball caps all emblazoned with his artwork. I bought enough to give some to Stevie and Sally. As I made the purchases, a young woman rang it up behind the counter. I told her that I knew the artist well and that I was overjoyed to find so much of his work.

"Are you the man who called me last night looking for my parents?"

I told her that I was and I identified myself. "Davy Harper! My folks spoke a lot about you and your group of friends. Dad had all your records and played them often. I remember the time you called them. You must have been on the phone for hours and laughing the whole time. You know, this painting is supposed to be you."

"I thought so. Do you have another like it? I'd like to give it as a gift to him (I pointed to the other character in the picture), Stevie."

"Yes, there's another similar one. Let me see if I can find it." She went into the storeroom and came out with a painting of us dancing around a bonfire.

"Perfect!" I declared and bought up as much as I could carry. I told the woman, whose name was Lena, that I planned to write a song about her folks and that I would send her a copy once it was recorded. We hugged and kissed. I was so glad I'd found the store and I was ebullient in my haapiness.

Back at the bus, I asked Amy if she wanted to bunk for the night as it was now nearing early evening. She asked if we could go for a skinny dip in the ocean first so we drove up the road to Bonny Doon Beach. It was still quite warm and the beach was busy with frolicking naked people, even some families with young children. We set out a blanket and stripped down, dashing into the water as we'd done a couple of days before. Santo just wanted to lay on the blanket and watch us. On this day, the water was a little rougher and so we didn't stay in it long. Exhausted, we flopped down on the blanket and people-watched for a while. I pulled a stub from my shorts pocket and we lit up. A young couple, I'd guess in their early twenties, passed us and sniffed in approval. Amy and I commented on their lithe little bodies.

We left the beach and headed straight for the KOA campground in Pescadero. This was a modern facility and so I was able to clean and refill my tanks. The park had plenty of available hookups and we found one overlooking the ocean. With tall redwoods behind us and the vast sea in front, it was a postcard. Except for the slight wind, we'd probably would have dined on the roof but chose instead to stretch out inside. I cooked up a meal of sausages and frittatas and we washed it down with a Boulder Creek red we'd picked up earlier. We were feeling no pain as we took Santo out for his evening stroll.

"This has been a charmed trip, hasn't it?"

I had to agree. "Yes, it has been absolutely perfect...between the beautiful scenery, the nice people we've met and you, my perfectly compatible partner, I could ask for no more. And, I could keep traveling like this with you for another million miles. You are the best, Amy."

"Correction. We are the best!"

We met up with a couple of other dog walkers and chatted about our trips and our RVs. Needless to say, our RV was the talk of the camp. The others were pleasant with the exception of one rather pushy and aggressive couple. He kept ogling Amy's breasts as we spoke and she kept slapping and poking me. We split from them at our first opportunity and headed back. Big Chocolate looked imposing as the setting sun bounced it's rays off it. There were four people walking around it and checking it out. As we got closer, we saw that they were joined by two more people.

"Can you I help you?" I asked. They were six kids of college age. Two male/female couples and a pair of women.

"This is some bus, mister. We were just checking it out. Do you love it?" asked a tall, lanky boy with a mop of hair.

"We most certainly do," said Amy. "Would you like to look inside?"

"Sure," they said. They were all google-eyed as Amy showed them around. "We're all jammed into an old camper, not that I'm complaining," said one of the boys.

During the next few minutes, we discovered that they were students from U.C.Davis who played hookey to come down to the coast for a skinny dip. "Emily is from around here and she knew the good beaches."

I asked if they'd had fun and they all nodded and smiled. Emily, a small girl with spiky hair noticed my Lenny painting. "Oh, neat. You went to Lena's store!" She explained that she'd grown up near Ben Lomond and knew Lenny, Lizbeth and Lena very well. I pointed to the picture and pointed to Lenny's image of me and proudly told her that it was me. I told her that Lenny and Lizbeth were good friends back in the day. "You must be Davy!" she said. "Lenny talked about you all the time and he played your records! You're THE Davy Harper?"

I laughed and nodded. "Wow! Cool. Wait until I tell my dad that I met you!"

One of the boys asked if he could smoke. I told him, "Cigarettes outside, Pot inside." He looked at me and said, "How 'bout hash?" Needless to say, we shared a few bowls while Amy put up coffee and tea. I was just getting into the sweet hash high when the phone rang. It was Graydon Carter.

"Davy, hello. Where are you?" I filled him in. "What parks are you going to?" I filled him in on that aspect, too, and told him who was planning to join us. I also told him that Elon souped up the bus and asked that he be interviewed about it as he could explain the mechanics better than anyone."

"Yeah, why not. He's going to try to sell me one, too, I'm sure. So, Davy here's an idea going through my head. Why not have Annie meet you at Yellowstone and photograph your hippie band and the Magic Bus there, say with Old Faithful spouting behind you? Or something like that. Annie will know what to do. And she has a house not all that far away. I know she likes that kind of stuff."

"It sounds alright to me."

"Maybe I'll send a writer, too, to sketch out an article. If it all goes right, we can have it out for the July or August issue. Oh, and by the way, if you ever loan or lease out the bus, let me know. I'd be interested in taking a trip in it."

"Gray, there's a line forming but I'll certainly pencil you in."

"Great, Davy. We'll talk again in the next couple of weeks."

I filled Amy in on the details and the kids were freaking out that Amy, Santo, Big Chocolate and I would be the subjects of a feature article in Vanity Fair. I resumed my affair with the hash pipe.

One of the girls came out of the bathroom and was awed by it. Amy told her about some of the other features and amenities and then began to usher them out of the bus. They asked if I would sign some autographs and they left. A few minutes later, one of them knocked on the door. Amy was getting undressed so I stepped outside. He handed me a nice chunk of hash and ran back to their camper.

"Hey Davy," shouted Amy, "let's try out the steamroom."

"Okay but just let me look over the directions." I pulled out the thick dossier that contained all the RV manuals and read up on the enviro-bath. I easily turned on the steam functions and told Amy to wait five minutes while it steamed up. I closed up the bus and drew the screens and then met her in the bathroom. We slipped into the stall, sealed up the door and sat down on the bench, caressing and playing with each other. Within a few minutes, we were dripping in sweat and letting our pores clean out. When we had enough, I asked her if she wanted to try the Jacuzzi next. We stepped out of the stall and I flipped a few switches and locked the locker half of the door as the tub filled. Opening the upper door, she slipped into the tub and I set the jets on. With the bench back down, it became a comfortable headrest. I inflated a small plastic pillow and placed it behind her head. One look told me that my girl was in heaven.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 12



I sat down on the recliner and with pipe in hand, I began to write,

"If God made Man in his image,

He must not have been too concerned about the skin,

Nor the features nor the thought processes,

He only cared about the color within.

And God didn't make any boundaries,

Save the mountains and the deep blue seas,

It was Man who created the borders,

God gave Man this social disease.

It was Man who spread His mighty word,

But it was Man who laid down the rules,

And it was Man who amassed possessions,

And it was Man who chose to be led by fools.

You don't draw a line in the sand

When you're standing on Indian Land.

But there's one thing you have to understand

We're all standing on Indian Land"

It was the beginning of an idea and something I might want to send off to Zimmy. I wasn't quite sure of what I wanted to say yet and I didn't like the last verse, especally for this song. I closed my notebook and put The Band's brown album on. I need something to dream along to...

"Standin by your window in pain,

A pistol in your hand,

And I beg you, dear Molly, girl,

Try and understand your man the best you can.

Across The Great Divide,

Just grab your hat, and take that ride

Get yourself a bride,

And bring your children down to the river side."

Much better. I let my mind drift. I never heard Amy get out of the tub and dry off. I felt her touch my hand and I opened my eyes to see her smile at me. "How did you know that this is one of my all time favorites?"

"It's one of mine, too. Whenever I hear it, it takes me to another place. It's a masterpiece. I was just thinking about things...everything...all the upcoming plans and San Francisco and just driving and being in love with you...everything. So I turned this on to turn my head off."

She adjusted the mood lighting to a soft glowing green and lay down on the couch, her fluffy white robe wrapped around her. We just lay quietly and listened to the album play through. It worked just as planned.

"You're not feeling depressed or anything like that, are you?" Amy was seriously concerned.

"No, baby, not at all. It's sort of like my get up and go just got up and went. That's all. I can't wait until tomorrow because you get better looking every day."

"Flattery will get you everywhere but yeah, I hear you. I felt like that a little yesterday but you took me out of it. Now, I'll do it for you. Come into the bedroom and I'll give you a massage."

"No, it's not necessary. I'm okay."

"I don't care. It's for me. I want to put my hands on you. I love touching you."

"I can't say no to that." She took the iPod controller and found "Music From Big Pink" commenting that it was another of her all-time favorites. She set up the bed and I laid down on my stomach. I let her pour warm oil over me and slowly rub it in. This was not a firm massage - I'd had that at Esalen. This was more sensual. She seemed to be exploring my body with her fingertips, tracing my muscles below them.

"Once I climbed up the face of a mountain

And ate the wild fruit there

Fell asleep until the moonlight woke me

And I could taste your hair

Isn't everybody dreaming!

Then the voice I hear is real

Out of all the idle scheming

Can't we have something to feel"

"What awesome music."

"Shush. Just turn over." She repeated her process. She held my hand and lightly traced my fingers as it went limp under her light touch. Then did the same to my other hand. Her fingers danced over my chest as she traced her way from my sternum to just below my navel. She closely examined my scars. She was exploring me. She took her time. She gradually worked her way back up to my face. Slowly, oh, so slowly, she traced my features.

"They say ev'rything can be replaced,

Yet ev'ry distance is not near.

So I remember ev'ry face

Of ev'ry man who put me here.

I see my light come shining

From the west unto the east.

Any day now, any day now,

I shall be released."

"I love this song. This is Dylan at his very best songwriting. It's mysterious, evocative and very visual. It's so very, very beautiful. If I could only write one song like this in my life."

"And you will...that is, if you haven't already. Don't you see how your music touches so many people. Every one of them is different and yet your music affects them all in some way. It's you personal brand of magic." She leaned down and whispered into my ear, "God placed you on this earth to be the best you could be and you have done your job very well, my Davy Harper. God placed you on this earth for us to love each other, care for each other and we are doing God's will." She kissed my forehead and then my eyelids. She took off her robe and placed oil on her breasts. She began to trace my body again but not with her fingertips, with her nipples. She took her time. I began to feel as if I was having an out-of-body experience, like I was there watching from above, floating. I watched her gracefully move along my body. I reached down to touch her but I couldn't reach that far. She stopped and seemed to look up at me even though she knew I was not there. She moved down to my legs and spread them apart. Getting between them, she placed my soft penis between her slick breasts and gently slid. My body seemed to descend from the ceiling and wrap itself around her as though I was protecting her or enclosing her in my shell. Her breasts moved slowly as my penis awoke. She continued this for a few minutes until I was hard and it was poking her. She moved up over me and slid onto me. We did not move but I felt her womb gently caressing me. It was I who now felt protected and enclosed. We were both in a state of meditation and in a very deep place now. I sensed nothing except her energy which made my nerve endings come alive. We were breathing in unison. Her vagina was very wet and I could feel it dripping onto the head of my cock deep within her. I began to pulse. It was a strange sort of pulse as I felt it from within. I felt my cum drip down the sides, not shooting but oozing. I felt her vibrating, sort of shimmering inside. I was bathed in her warm gushing liquid. We stayed like that for a few minutes until she slowly laid her body down onto me.

"I have never felt anything as beautiful as that before."

"Nor I, my love. We just crossed over. It was pure tantra. It was the very best orgasm I have ever had. My entire body came."

"Yes, exactly. Mine, too. My whole body is so at peace."

"Only pure love can do that, my darling man. We are pure love. We are perfect."

I wrapped my arms around her as we gently lay until we both fell asleep, bonded. In the morning, we both felt that something different had occurred, something deeper. We talked about it over coffee and we both agreed that we had indeed bonded, sealed ourselves together and had become perhaps even symbiotic. We drove north to San Francisco in quiet although sometimes I got the feeling that we were communicating emotionally. I stopped once under a grove of tall redwoods. I turned on George Harrison.

"Remember, Now, Be Here Now

As it's not like it was before.

The past, was, Be Here Now

As it's not like it was before - it was

Why try to live a life,

that isn't real,

no how

A mind, that wants to wander,

'round a corner,

is an un-wise mind

Now, Is, Be Here Now

and it's not what it was before,

Remember, Now, Be Here Now

as it's not like it was before - it was"

We said nothing and drove further north. As we approached the outer fringes of the city, she looked at me and said, "I think that we have had a very deeply spiritual moment. This coast, this place, these trees will always evoke something very special to me. I feel enlightened."

As we approached the city, she read me directions to Candlestick RV Park and we were fortunate to get a pull-through 50amp hook-up, the last one that was available. It looked out to the north of San Francisco Bay. I called Mark and told him where we were. He said that his concert was up by The Presidio and that they were catching a flight soon. He said they would take a cab from the airport to us and then tomorrow, we'd cab it to the Palace of Fine Arts. He said that I sounded different, too, like I was very relaxed. I admitted that he was right on.

I called Elon at Menlo Park and told him that our trip was fantastic and that the bus had run perfectly. I told him where I was and my schedule. He suggested that we drive down to his facility on Monday. He said his techs would only need a couple of hours, tops. This was good because the Symposium was scheduled to begin on Thursday and John Sebastian's gig was on Friday. This way we could spend a few days in San Francisco and then a couple of days in Mill Valley and The Napa before heading to the Symposium. After John's gig we were free to head west.

I called Larry and Meg in Tiburon. They were excited to hear from me and suggested I call them before we came up. They said that Monday was a great day and that they would have dinner for us. Larry suggested that we stay the night on Tiburon because we'd be in no shape to travel. From all my past experiences with them, I knew this to be good advice.

I grabbed my notebook. My song was working itself out and I had to write it down - now! As I wrote, I changed and scratched out stuff.

"If God made Man in his image,

He must not have been concerned about the skin,

Nor the features nor the thought processes,

He cared only of the color within.

God didn't make any boundaries,

Save the mountains and the deep blue seas,

It was Man who created borders,

Although it made God pause and ill at ease.

It was Man who spread His mighty word,

But it was Man who laid down the rules,

And it was Man who amassed possessions,

And it was Man who chose to be led by fools.

It was Man who poisoned the waters,

It was Man who cut down the trees,

It was Man who caged the animals,

And it was Man who held all the keys.

So if God made Man in his image,

There was a serious flaw in His plan,

'Cause if God made Man in His image,

He must have had a very short attention span.

He should go back and start all over again."

There. Better. A little irony. I breathed a sigh of creative relief. I closed my notebook.

Amy and I spent most of the day cleaning the RV and buying groceries and supplies. Mark and Deb pulled up at 5:30. After much hugging and greetings, we sat down to smooth out. Mark was all bubbly over his upcoming gig as it would be outdoors, with Yo Yo Ma and also with a chamber orchestra. The weather report was promising and while it would be near the water, the forecast called for a very light breeze and not the Bay area's notorious winds. I lit up a bowl of hash as I updated Mark on my conversation with Shadow and he thought that the idea to have my old songs turned into full-blown productions was cool but chancy and he was curious to hear them first. I filled them in on our itinerary and they were eager to blow down the road with us. Amy told them that the new shower was to die for, too. They also mentioned that Amy and I seemed to be glowing and we told them of our physical/spiritual breakthrough of the day before. They both listened with intensity while they appeared happy for us, they also seemed a bit envious.

"Oh, don't be that way," said Amy, "we intend to do some serious fucking on this trip. I mean all of us! I was daydreaming earlier of wearing the strap-on and fucking Debbie silly later." We were wasted now and it seemed natural to form a group hug. We had some dinner and then I pulled out my uke and played them my latest song, "God Created Man" which brought out interesting comments and a few suggestions. Mark pulled out his violin and practiced for a little while as Amy and Deb stowed their gear and made up their bed. I took Santo out and walked along the bay shore. This trailer park was nearly filled to capacity but it seemed eerily quiet as we walked back to Big Chocolate, which stood out among all the other RVs. I saw the faint glow of the mood lighting through the windows and as I got closer, I saw Mark on the roof gazing through the telescope. I let Santo in and I climbed up to join him.

"This is so very cool, Davy," he said as he passed me the bowl, "...and nice hash, too. This is a powerful scope, you can pick out the LEM debris on the moon. Here take a look." I looked into the scope and Mark was focused on the open windows of a high-rise some distance away. Through an open window, there was a tall black woman in her underwear walking around the apartment. "Wow," I muttered, "let me zoom back because all I can see is the mat on her pussy. Look how curly that sucker is!" We laughed as I turned the scope to the stars and focused on the distant galaxies. Amy opened the pass-through and passed us glasses of wine.

"Are you okay, Mark?" I asked as he semed a little distant.

"Yes but maybe I'm a little preoccupied with the concert tomorrow night. It's the first time I've played this concerto in a long while and never with this orchestra. The Third Movement is a real ballbuster."

"Oh, you know, you'll be fine. Once you get into it, you flow right through it."

"That's what I'm afraid of. I want it to be dynamic and I'm hoping the orchestra can bring their A game to it. I may have to push them in rehearsal to see what they have."

"Stop it, Mark. Tomorrow is what we do. It's not work, it's play. It's fun and it's fulfilling. It's satisfying. We breathe this shit."

"Right as rain, my friend, right as rain. I'm chilling as we speak."

We clinked glasses and fired up the bowl again. Quietly, we took turns staring into the clear night sky until our ladies called to us. The bus was all set up for two couples. It looked very cozy.

"I have an idea. Since Mark is going through his pre-concert mishegas..." I said.

"Tell me about it," Deb snickered.

"...I suggest we ease the tension with some of Lillian's lessons. Why don't we practice what we learned from her and mellow down easy. Let's make him better."

"Good idea," said Amy. "Let's take our wine and the ashtray and move into the bedroom. We will be your geishas tonight."

We all stripped down and sat in a circle. The bus was dark but for the subtle deep blue glow of the LED lighting. I set some quiet koto and shakuhachi music to be followed by an environmental record of the sound of waves lapping on a beach to focus our minds. We held hands and began to breathe slowly and evenly. After a few minutes, I could feel us begin to synchronize. The music directed our focus and our energy lowered. After a little while of this, Amy slid her hands up to touch Mark and Deb's faces. I placed their hands together in the center and joined Amy in lightly tracing their features. I could feel Mark's forehead relax and his eyelids release their tension. Amy turned her attention to Mark and I focused on Deb. With both hands, my fingers traced her face, her neck and her shoulders. I moved slowly down her arms ending at her fingers, concentrating on her joints as they interlaced with Mark's fingers. Amy's fingers met me there for a few minutes and then we worked our way back up. Amy squirted some oil into my hands and I worked then into Deb's neck and then down to her upper chest. My fingers traced her breasts, running along the sides, and underneath and then up her ample cleavage. I drew circles around her nipples and then repeated these motions again. Her breathing was steady and calm. I traced down and around her stomach just above her pubic bone before moving down to her thighs, her knees and her calves. I moved back up and back down again. Then we joined our hands in the center of the circle and quietly meditated. Amy lay Mark onto his back as I did the same to Deb. Then we changed places and began to lightly trace our fingers along their bodies. I was now working Marks's legs as Amy traced Deb. My fingers crawled along his muscles defining them. As I approached his crotch, I lightly circled his hairless balls and traveled up and around his penis, barely touching it. I followed up his body ending at his temple. Amy had done the same with Deb. I silently left to turn on the sauna.

Five minutes later, we led them in to the sauna and told them we'd be back in fifteen minutes. I put some drops of peppermint-menthol into the heater and the scent permeated the hot air. Amy and I left them alone. As we sipped our wine, I told her that what we were really doing was taking our friends down to our lower voltage. She understood and agreed. After a bit, we steered them back to the bedroom and toweled them dry. I had them sit back up on the bed in a circle again and passed a joint around.

"First we centered you. Then we gave you relaxation. Now we give you joy." I turned the joint around in my mouth and blew the fragrant smoke into Deb's mouth, then Mark's and then Amy's. We all held it in and then slowly exhaled together. I tilted the bed up and asked them to lean back against it. Amy and I positioned ourselves at their feet between their legs and began to rub lotion on them. As I moved upward toward Debby's sex, I saw her moisture gleaming and I leaned down and took a deep slurp. On my stomach, I began to delicately feast on her slit. Spreading it wide with my fingers, I burrowed into her and drank her excitement. Amy was doing a similar job on Mark's hard cock. When they were both suitably excited and ready, I pulled Deb down so she was on her back. Amy placed Mark between Deb's legs and guided his cock into her. I moved to Deb's head and gently kissed her third eye as Amy held Mark's butt and directed his motions, her hand drifted along his ass crack and gently fondling his balls. Several times, she leaned down and licked them. I leaned over and brushed my lips along Deb's face. I moved lower and suckled her breasts. My hands reached down and pulled her labia apart so I could rub her clit. Amy's fingers formed a circle around the base of Mark's cock and maintained the slow speed of his thrusts. We felt them begin to push against each other. Amy pressed her body against Mark's butt and pushed him deeper but she did not allow him to follow through on his out-stroke. Mark was throbbing and pumping only within Deb's canal. I took Deb's arms and held them behind her head as her breasts thrust up to meet Mark's lips. Their breathing quickened and then, with an inner intake, they both released their cum. Mark's eyes seemed to roll up into his head as Deb increased her thrusting and grappling, She started to shake and I held her tight, running my tongue along her mouth. She gasped several times and flooded Mark's groin. They both deflated and lay silently connected. Amy and I smiled at each other and then lay down at their sides, holding them. We stayed in this foursome and let the sounds of the waves wash over us. Motionless, we dozed and listened to our collective heartbeat.

I don't know how we lay together but finally Mark withdrew and went to the bathroom. Debby let out a giggle and said that she was about to flood our bed. With the same thought, Amy and I moved down and began to lick and suck the juices from her cunny. Our tongues met a few times and shared the fluids and our spit. Deb began to rock with us and with no warning, came again with another rush of her nectar. She giggled again and cooed her satisfaction. Mark returned and we sat around passing his loaded bong.

"You guys, that was such a good feeling. I am so calm and relaxed but I also feel rejuvenated. My sweetie's cum felt so deep and I had this sensation that our organ's were reversed and that she was inside me. Oh, did that feel good."

"I felt the same thing, honey. When I started my orgasm, it felt like your dick was attached to me! Wow, you two are magic."




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"Yeah, and you two are high!" I smirked.

"Are not!"

"Are so!"

"Yeah, you right." We laughed.

Mark and Deb went off to their bed and as they curled into it, Deb commented on comfortable it was.

"It's that Dux mattress and the 1500 thread-count sheets!" yelled Amy from our bed.

"What are 1500 thread-count sheets?" asked Mark.

to be continued...

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In Chapter 13 there's more music, more sex and more adventures on the road.

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Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 13



"Roll up! Rollup for the mystery tour.
Roll up! Rollup for the mystery tour.
The Magical Mystery Tour is dying to take you away,
Dying to take you away, take you today!"

San Francisco is a cool town. I've always liked it. During the cab ride up to the concert, my eyes drifted past streets and areas that hadn't changed much since my salad days when I was just a step up from the hippies who hung out in the Haight-Ashbury District. It brought back lots of memories and of course, partial images because my head was pretty much in the clouds back in those days, literally and figuratively.

As we passed near the Embarcadero area, I was reminded of an event in my life that took place nearby and I related the story. "On this particular day in 1969, I was straight and cruising through the streets with Stevie, Lenny and a couple of guys in the band. We were going nowhere in particular that I can recall when we passed alongside an old building. Suddenly I stopped because a strange feeling surged through me. I told the others that I had this odd sensation that I had been there before although I knew that this wasn't so...sort of what Joseph Heller called jamais vu. I began to relate some history of that particular spot; about how there once was a hotel that stood on that spot before the great fire; about how I'd played cards and drank whiskey there with my friends, including Mark Twain. As we turned the corner, there was a bronze plaque on the wall of the building that described a hotel that once stood there and whose denizens included Mark Twain, Jack London and Ambrose Bierce, among others. My friends were as astonished as I. Anyway, over the next few hours, I led them on a tour of San Francisco before the fire and vividly described buildings, events and personalities of that time. I was as though I was channeling some ghost and he was speaking through me. After a few hours of this, it suddenly disappeared and I was lost, completely bewildered and unable to remember much of what I had done. The others filled me in and, as if in some mystical haze, we found our way back to the apartment where we were staying. I chalked it up to some drug flashback but I didn't forget about it. A few months later, when I returned back east, I went to the library and took out some books about old San Francisco. One book was a biography of the author, Ambrose Bierce and another was his collected short stories. As I read the short stories, they all seemed familiar to me and I knew how each one ended well before I got there. This was really strange to me because Bierce's stories all had ironic, trick endings. Then I read the biography and I learned that he was born one hundred years to the minute before my birthday. The biography also described many of the places and events I had described to my friends during my mystical tour guide adventure. It really shook me, but I realized that I had channeled Bierce or vice verse. Even now, it gives me the willies! But it really happened. I betcha Stevie could give a more accurate description of that event."

The others listened raptly as I related my adventure and the all shook their heads in wonder. Really, what could you say about something like that except that there are things in this world that are incomprehensible. Fortunately, we didn't have to think about it anymore because the cab pulled up to the Palace of Fine Arts. The women took a walk into the Presidio as Mark and I surveyed the outdoor seats, the stage, the view and the entire ambience of the place. People were testing mic placements and we walked around the venue listening to the sound system. Orchestra musicians were arriving and setting up as we walked down to the stage.

"Davy, I'd like to bring you up for the encore. We can do two songs and I figure that "Breadbasket" closes the show with you giving a spiel. How does that sound?"

"It sounds cool. Can we do them as a trio with Ma? I'd love to play with him."

"Sure. I think he'd be amenable to that. I'm going to run through the orchestra now and I'll bring you up for a run-thru and sound check after that."

"Great. Now you go get 'em, Mark. Make them sound as sweet as your fiddle."

Mark worked with the orchestra for about a half hour and it was going very well. Yo Yo Ma showed up around then and the sound improved dramatically. I think the chamber orchestra felt the pressure of working with such superlative musicians and it brought out their best. Mark worked extra on the concerto but, as I knew, he had no problem with the orchestra's support, they were as into it as he. He called for a break and came out to me.

"So how does it sound?"

"Sonically, the system sounds fabulous at all points around the venue, including near the water. Artistically, I think you could replace the horn section."

"Cute. There is no horn section."

"See?" Yo Yo Ma joined us and Mark introduced us. "I was just telling Mark that the First Cello sounded a little shaky."

"I agree, Mr. Harper. Maybe he'll buy me a drink." We laughed and sat down in the front row.

"Seriously, Mark, it sounds wonderful. The concerto has a beautiful texture. I bet you could play it in your sleep."

Ma suggested that in the final movement, they make the decelerando a little more dramatic. They looked over the score and selected the measure in which to begin the slowing down. That settled, they wanted to discuss the encores.

"First off, I want to say how excited I am to play with both of you in this setting. I've never played in a classical setting and the opportunity to bring my music to this audience is a wonderful opportunity. Now Mark and I discussed "Breadbasket" as the final number. I'm torn as to the other number. Also, Ma, none of these songs are particularly difficult or unusual and so I'm certain that it will be easy for you."

"Davy, it's what we bring to it and how we express it that makes the music, you know that."

"What are you split on?" asked Mark.

I took my guitar from the case. "I was thinking that I could join the two of you on a traditional jig or waltz and we could just cast an acoustic spell - no lyrics. But then a song came into my head that I would just love to hear us play. You know, an old acquaintance of mine, Bobby Charles, passed away and there's a song of his that is so gentle, so fragile and so tender, it would beautiful to hear us blend...do you know "Tennessee Blues?" Here, let me play it." I played it for them and both wanted to try it out immediately. We stepped onto the stage and I began to pick and sing.

"If I had my way I'd leave here today,
I'd leave in a hurry,
I'd find me a place where I could stay,
And not have to worry,

   A place I could use,
   A place I could lose the Tennessee Blues."

They came in as I began the refrain and it made me shudder.

"I'd find me a spot on some mountain top,
...A place I could use,
   A place I could lose the Tennessee Blues."

We took a break. Mark added a soulful bluegrass lament as Ma's cello curled around it and then took the lead. They were dancing together and I was the beat. As they moved toward the verse, I picked a counter riff and the three of us walked into the verse smiling.

"I'd try to forget all my regrets,
I'd keep just the good times,
...A place I could use,
   Someplace I could lose these Tennessee Blues."

We ended the song in the same manner as we ended the break and we all nodded to each other.

"I knew you guys would nail it. That was fucking beautiful."

"I think I remember Bill Monroe doing it and I sort of referred to him," said Mark. "That was so sweet. I have an idea. We can do that song second. First, we can do something like "Orange Blossom Special..."

"Mark, I was thinking something more like "Ain't Misbehavin'," suggested Ma.

"Oh yeah, I like that. Let's try it. We'll start it and Davy, you come in with the melody."

They began to play and it reminded me of Stephane Grappelli and Django Reinhardt. As they swung out of the intro, I added a Django flourish and began to pick the melody in his style. When we ended, we all broke into laughter and high-fives. That was a keeper. I quickly ran through "Breadbasket" and the show was set. We broke for dinner just as the women returned.

The concert was a joy from the first note. I loved sitting in the audience between Amy and Deb. It was a very different feeling for me. Completely sold out, the audience was enthusiastic and the outdoor setting added a relaxed and festive air. Mark was a wonderful host and the orchestra followed each nuance he and Ma added. By the time he reached the encores, it was already a full and satisfying evening.

When he and Ma returned for the encore, he addressed the audience. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a friend I would like you to meet. He has an interesting effect upon me. He's an inspiration and a catalyst as well as a consummate musician and artist. Without any further embarrassing chatter, please welcome my friend, Davy Harper."

I walked out to polite applause as Mark and Ma opened "Ain't Misbehavin." It worked perfectly and this time, we all added more to it, giving it a real Hot Club swing. We ended it with a wild coda and the audience went nuts. Inside, I was having a major kvell - I had turned on a classical crowd...and with swing jazz! Wow!

"Oh, that felt sooo good. My thanks to Mark O'Flannery and Yo Yo Ma for allowing me to share you with them. As a musician, I can only say that is what's it's all about. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did. (Much applause) Now, before the show, I suggested this tune by the late songwriter Bobby Charles and these two cats nearly brought me to tears. Let's see if they can do it again."

I began "Tennessee Blues" and they walked in like welcome guests. Having played the song earlier, they added a depth I hadn't heard before. This time the song was even more bittersweet; we were like three old relaxed pickers sitting in rockers on the front porch. They made my singing even more heartfelt and soulful. During the break, it sounded like an authentic bluegrass weeper and when I returned to the final verse, my voice broke on the first word bringing a certain anguish or dolefulness to it. I have to admit, the affect of the three of us was simply gorgeous and the audience appreciated it, showering us with a standing ovation.

Ma turned to me and whispered, "Mark is right about you. You bring everything up a notch. Thank you."

I was stunned by his comment and it took me a moment to recover as the applause died down. Mark saw my discomfort and took the mic. "As some of you may be aware, Davy and I are part of a movement to fill the shelves of Food Banks and Food Pantries around our state. This summer, we, with some famous friends, will extend our cause around the nation. It is imperative that this nation, the most bountiful on the planet, feed it's poor and unfortunate and help them through these difficult times. By doing this, we are stronger for it. Davy wrote this song in five minutes and we have adopted it as our anthem. Please, when you leave the concert tonight, please vow to go online and make a donation to your local food bank. It's just a little thing to do but it will go far...Davy?..."

I started "Breadbasket" and the three of us played with a vigor and a determination I had not heard in the song before. During the extended break, Mark made reference to Irish music, Ma made reference to Asian music and I answered with Mexican flavors. We resolved these airs into pure Americana and moved into the third verse almost proudly, with a cockiness. As the song ended, Mark played the last line of the "Star Spangled Banner" and we ended to roaring approval, cheers and, in an impromptu emotional celebration, confetti. We bowed and left the stage. The audience continued to cheer and call for more but Mark pointed out that there was a curfew for outdoor shows and we had already passed that a while ago. He suggested that instead they could get tickets to see John Sebastian at Zallerbach Hall, UC Berkeley, where we'd be sitting in. As a consolation, we walked into the audience to shake hands and sign autographs. It was a nice touch and the audience loved it.

When the crowd finally dispersed, the three of us stood together for some photographs. I thanked them both for allowing me into their space. Ma told me that earlier in the day, he'd had a conversation with our mutual business manager, Danny. Danny had asked him if he might want to take part on some dates of the summer tour and maybe even record with me. Ma told Danny he would wait to see how this evening's performance went since we had never played together. Now, Ma said, he enthusiastically wanted to participate. I told him how honored I was and hugged him. Mark and I were beaming as Amy and Deb finally made it over to us.

"That was as good as it gets," smiled Amy. "Each performance gets better and better. You guys make such beautiful music."

"Amy and I were crying at the end, Mark," said Deb. "Everyone here was so bursting with pride. I mean it was palpable! What a great way to end the show."

"I don't know where it came from," said Mark. "It sort of happened in the moment. I almost wanted to yell, 'Play Ball!' It just reminded me of a parade down Main Street, U.S.A., the way it used to be...like I was wanting to return to some traditional American values...it just happened."

"Is anyone interested in going for a bite?" asked Ma. "I know a really good Chinese restaurant a few blocks away, Dragon Well. Want to go?"

We piled into a limo and had a fine light meal and a fine time. During the meal, Amy asked how we could ever top that show and we explained to her that each show is different and with it's own unique attitude.

"It's not about surpassing the affect one show has over another. Each performance brings it's own rewards," said Ma.

"Yes. Each performance brings a different moment, one that you want to embrace right there and then." I said.

"Right. Some nights you may play better than other nights, some nights you may play differently but because each musician is listening and conversing with each other, you have a new and unique conversation...and that has it's own unique facets. It's a river that flows along...some days it's a low tide and some days it overflows the banks but it is always flowing." said Mark.

"Well said!" We clicked beer bottles and felt good. The limo dropped Ma and his cello off at the Four Seasons and then we headed back to Big Chocolate. "What shall we do tomorrow," asked Amy.

Mark and Deb answered together. "Sleep late!"

It was 10:30  by the time Amy and I rolled out of bed. Santo was holding his hind legs together and looking desperate. Mark and Deb were stirring. I took Santo out while Amy put up coffee. Poor Santo must have pissed ten minutes straight but in the beautiful Sunday morning, and in his silver and leather collar, he pranced around like a king in his domain. When we returned, Mark was sitting naked and drinking his coffee. Amy and Deb were in the shower and we could hear them squealing.

"And a good morning to you, my brother. How's it hanging?"

"Low and loose and full of juice, Davy boy. Ready to tackle this beautiful day. And you?"

"Same story here," I filled a cup and sat down. "That was a good night. I fell asleep replaying it in my head. Playing with you and Ma really made me play better than I've played in a long time."

"Coulda fooled me. We felt the same about playing with you."

The girls came out of the shower wrapped in robes. They joined us. Amy brought out some croissants and jam. I asked them what they would like to do today.

Amy said, "First I want to fuck you silly. Then I want to be a tourist in San Francisco. I want to buy stuff. I want to see the sights. I want to go out to eat."

Deb said, "All of the above but I also want to have all my holes filled...a little DP for me. And you two?"

Mark said, "I want to go back to sleep." He received a round of boos but I stopped them.

"I have to tell you two that I'm on the same page as Mark. In fact, and I don't want to sound like an old fart, but my back is bothering me today and I wouldn't mind taking it easy today either." More boos. "Wait," I said, "I have a compromise. How 'bout I call for a limo to take you two wherever you want and then you call us to meet you for an early dinner and we'll cab it. Good idea, right?"

They agreed immediately but still called us both names. Funny how we just didn't care. After breakfast, Amy actually did fuck me silly and Deb got her DP soon after. I was especially impressed at my ability to get hard again but damn, as I slipped into Deb's cute box, my package filled it. It was a fuckin' fun morning!

They dressed and the limo took them off on their spree. Mark and I promptly fell back to sleep for a couple of hours. I awoke to the sound of Mark in the shower and I followed him in. We had more coffee and then we took Santo out for a walk around the RV park. Many RVs were leaving and so the lot was busy. We walked toward Candlestick Park and walked around the stadium and the grassy lawns. I let Santo loose and he ran around happily exercising. For the most part, we spent our day rambling around and stoned. In some odd way, it seemed like a good yet productive day off.

The girls called and asked that we meet them for dinner at Piazza Pelligrini so we got our asses in gear and cabbed it up Columbus to Washington Square. I was surprised to see that we beat them there but they walked in soon after loaded with shopping bags and literally effervescing. We had a delicious Italian meal (I had this amazing pork chop with potatoes, vegetables, in gorgonzola cream sauce accompanied by a delicious 2005 Carignane). Amy and Deb promised us a fashion show when we returned and also hinted at some gifts for us. As we sat around coffee and dessert, a couple came by to thank Mark for the previous night's concert. They seemed very familiar with his recorded work and asked many questions. It was a pleasure to meet such knowledgeable fans and Mark was especially tickled.

We went back to Big Chocolate and discussed our plans for the next day. I suggested that we head out early to the Tesla facility so we could start our trip north soon after. I decided to call Larry and Meg to verify our stop-over. I had a very odd conversation with Meg. She told me that Larry was out and she didn't know when he would return. I could sense that there some something wrong in her voice. She said that if we still wanted to, we could stop by and visit her. I told her I would call her back after we left Menlo Park. Her conversation left me uneasy and I told the gang about it.

"I've always liked Meg more than Larry. She was always more down to earth while he was more of a rich show-off. When I first met him, he was a small-time concert promoter. He worked with Bill Graham for a couple of years until they had a falling out and he stumbled around for a few years. Meg had a thriving therapy business and they did well, buying a nice piece of property on Paradise Drive overlooking the bay. Larry struck it rich in the eighties with early investments in Apple, Microsoft, Oracle and Intel. He sent me lots of pictures of 'things', you know, like his new yacht, his private plane, et cetera, but rarely pictures of Meg or his kids. They were also both randy fuckers and she caught him several times with neighbors. He spent lots of time in the doghouse. Anyway, I sensed that there were problems going on right now and I could hear Meg's sadness and resignation. I don't know if it's worth going there to visit, and to be honest, except for a bag of pot Larry said he had for me, I'm not all that interested in seeing him...I'd rather see Meg."

"We don't have to go there, Davy," said Amy, "we can call her tomorrow and see what's up...play it by ear." I agreed. Amy and Deb said they wanted to shower again after a long day of shlepping around. They suggested that we get "comfortable" in the meantime and get ready for show-and-tell. Mark and I rolled a couple of fat ones and checked out the computer while they cleaned up. YouTube was nuts. The numbers were insane and the comments were voluminous. We also read some glowing reviews of Mark's concert.




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"Ahem...are you boys ready? First, we bought some clothes to travel in." They came out of the bedroom in cute little shorts and tees and new sneakers. They opened bags and boxes showing off more travel clothes, hiking boots and foul-weather gear. Then came bags with sunblock, other skin lotions and stuff from the drug and cosmetic counter. Next were some gifts for us: harmonicas, tees, a cool drum machine, and some notebooks and composition paper. Next came some bags of treats for Santo, which, of course, he had to sample. Finally, they stood up and stripped for us. They each wore a bikini panties with pictures of us on their crotches and their asses were inscribed with "Davy's Ass" and "Mark's Ass." It was very funny, especially with our faces on their pusses, each with a comic tongue hanging out. "We couldn't resist! Want a taste?" they teased us.

Amy walked up to me and rubbed her crotch into my face. I stuck my tongue out like on the caricature. Mark did the same and Deb snapped a picture of us. I pulled Amy back into my face and pulled the panties to the side to facilitate my pussy-lapping. This got her hot and happy. I stood up and lifted her onto my cock while I leaned against the wall. I started to fuck her hard as she dug her heels into my butt. Deb was straddling Mark as they sat on the couch and she was riding his cock as he pinched her nipples. Amy reached her hand down onto her clit as I rocked her. It was a tough position to maintain so she pointed over to the couch. I sat down next to Mark and Amy straddled me in the same way. As we pumped and rocked, the girls reached over to play with each other's clit. Mark and I rubbed their tits, pinching and pulling at their nipples. We developed a synchronous motion and I commented that it was just like playing music but as a quartet. The girls started bouncing a little harder as their fingers vigorously diddled away. The scent of their sex filled the bus as they became squishier. Amy came first and I flipped her around so that she lay on the couch as I pounded her. Mark came next in a rush of violent spurts and thrusts. He pulled Deb off and rolled onto the floor so he could lick and suck her snatch. With a push and some deep penetration, I came next followed by Deb's wailing orgasm. Amy said she was coming again so I stretched her out and we began to sixty-nine. As she sucked the juice from my around by bulbous little head, I burrowed deep into her puss and was rewarded by a sno-cone of cum and pussy juice. We all lay in a heap, cum happy.

"Ain't this a happy, smiley bunch?" I commented.

"Yeah, but didn't get to try out the double dildo we bought today. Oh well, there's always tomorrow!"

"I love the smell of orgasms in the evening! It smells of victory!" said Mark.

I flipped on the TV to check out the Weather Channel and was pleased to see that while it would be a bit cooler over the next few days, at least it would be sunny. The extended forecast (which is more akin to fortune telling) called for warmer days but the possibility of showers by the weekend. No matter. I was looking to head east by then. I got dressed and took Santo out for his walk and the RV park was considerably more deserted now. Upon our return, everyone was in bed so I hopped in and snuggled up to Amy.

"Goodnight, Davy!"

"Goodnight, Deb!"

"Goodnight, Mark!"

"Goodnight, Amy!"

"Goodnight, John-boy!"

We set out early for Menlo Park and reached the Tesla plant by 9:30. I had my first bit of trouble with the bus as we rolled down 880. My graphic display went dark and didn't come back on line. When we pulled in, I went over my checklist with Elon and Amy went over her log. They pulled the bus into a dock while Elon gave us a tour. There were a line of Tesla Roadsters awaiting delivery and they looked very cool in the red, silver, dark blue and racing green colors. Elon showed us the new Model S and I liked that model better than the Roadster. We all took turns driving it around the test track and the handling was spectacular. And talk about fast off the mark, this car was a monster. Back in his office, he showed us designs for the next models, including an SUV crossover. He went off to check on the progress of the bus and when he returned, he gave us good news.

"It should be ready in about an hour. The graphics display problem turned out to be no big deal, just a loose grounding wire. We've updated all the modules again and made some modifications to the software based upon your driving readouts...and I must compliment you on the way you've been handling it, you're getting very good mileage and nearly optimal compression ratios...you'll do even better on flat open roads. As per Amy's log, I tweaked a few things but nothing major. Oh, and I had a conversation with Graydon yesterday. I'm flying into New York next week and we're going to have lunch. Maybe I can sell him a Model S."

Mark was tripping over the Model S and asked Elon if he could place an advanced order for one. Elon made a note and said that when Mark returns to L.A., they should meet at the showroom to finalize any custom details, colors and things like that.

"I know one thing," said Mark. "Deb and I love that dark blue finish."

In a short time, we were told that Big Chocolate was ready and Elon took us down to the Main Entrance where it sat waiting. As we approached the door, I noticed some fine writing freshly painted on it. It read "Big Chocolate". "I had to," said Elon. We waved goodbye and headed back north toward Marin County. Everyone let out a cheer - our trip had begun. The graphic display was up and working again just fine and the bus was handling fine.

I called Meg and put her on the speakerphone. "Hiya, Meg. It's Davy. I have you on speakerphone while I drive. I'm heading north on 880 to the San Mateo Bridge and then across the Golden Gate. We should be there in our big brown bus in about an hour and a half. Is that good?"

"Davy, can you meet me at my office in Mill Valley instead of the house in Tiburon? I think I'll be moving into my place here for a while."

"So Larry isn't around?"

"No. Turns out, to my surprise, that Larry is in Seattle. I'll tell you all about it when you get here, okay. I really can't wait to see you and to meet Amy and your friends. So hurry, okay?"

"Sure, Meg. Just give me directions and we'll plug them into the GPS."

Her directions were pretty easy. Take Route 1 past Sausalito to Miller Avenue and follow it north until we reach her office. Mark plugged it into the GPS and then selected some tunes. He put on Van Morrison's "Hard Nose The Highway" album as I cruised back through San Francisco and then over the beautiful redwood colored Golden Gate Bridge.

"Hey kids, dig the first takes,
Ain't that some inspiration,
When Sinatra sings against Nelson Riddle Strings,
Then takes a vacation.

...I was tore down at the dead's place,
Shaved head at the organ,
But that wasn't half as bad as it was, oh no,
Belfast and Boston.

...Seen some hard times,
Drawn some bad lines,
No time for shoeshines,
Hard Nose the Highway."

Along the way, I pointed out sites like Coit Tower and Alcatraz. We drove past the exit for Sausalito and arrived in Mill Valley just a bit later than I'd predicted. Meg's office was a cinch to find and it was a very cool piece of real estate. She'd converted several old western-style clapboard houses into a complex of offices without losing the flavor of the original design. We pulled into the driveway and into the lot at the rear of the complex, which, from the rear, appeared to be a big maze of buildings. Big Chocolate consumed nearly the entire back boundary of the lot.

Meg ran out to greet us and, while it had been nearly 25 years since I'd seen her, she looked like the same fresh-faced colleen I remembered.

"Holy shit!" she declared, "You said 'a bus' but I never expected this! Davy, you handsome hunk, you look terrific!" I introduced her around and she was very impressed with Mark, who, it turns out, is one of her favorite artists. As she led us into her office, she was arm and arm with Amy and very happy we were there. I could hear Amy asking her about the architecture and design of her complex.

"I have no appointments for the rest of the day but the rest of my staff will be busy, thank God." She showed us around and then up into her living quarters which was quite large and comfortable. It was furnished with antiques and knick-knacks, just as I expected it would be. It reflected her taste just the way I remembered. We flopped down around her living room which opened onto an enclosed balcony. There was a large tree that grew up though a large cut in the deck, a hot tub and a meditation shrine in the corner. The whole place breathed Meg. She poured some wine all around.

"So, what's going on with you and Larry," I asked.

"Oh, Larry," she sighed. "First off, he left this for you" She handed me a nicely filled bag. "Larry is such an asshole and lately, a real prick. I filed for separation this morning. Fortunately, it should be an easy divorce because there's no custody and no money haggling. Charlie, my son, lives in Santa Rosa with his family and Clara, my daughter, lives in Chicago with hers. About ten years or so ago, Larry and I got tired of each other, I think it was as simple as that. He became very peculiar and into some dark stuff...stuff I didn't care for. Anyway, we split up the money and the property into his and hers accounts. Over the last couple of years, I've been doing a lot better than he has and he became very jealous. We've actually been living apart for the last year and I've grown to hate the place in Tiburon. It's just not me, you know what I mean? It's Larry's and he's built some weird shit there."

"Like what?"

"Like a shooting range...like a bondage room in the basement...shit like that. Plus he has these weirdos around him, too...big ugly biker-types, guys into being members of militias...and worse. He called me this morning to tell me that he's in Seattle with his skinny little girlfriend - a heavily tattooed biker chick and, frankly, I just don't care. I feel relieved."

"You sound all right about it," said Amy.

"Yes, well it's good to be a trained professional and to practice what you preach. Plus, it's also good to feel alive again. Since we separated, I've become I guess what you might call a MILF or a cougar. For a while, I have a little herd of some young studs but it's been a while. It was my 'Free Again, Free Again' stage. As for Larry, we had some good years and a whole lot of very weird years...so he's moved on and so have I. Do I still want to fuck him? No. But it's easy for me to say, "Fuck him!"

We laughed and congratulated her. Fortunately, Meg was still a fine piece of ass. At about 5'4" with a great set of tits, maybe 38s, with a minimal of sag and a tight little butt, she could still turn heads. I asked her if she's like a joint and she said yes but offered her own saying that it came from a hydroponic grower up in the hills and that it was primo. It was the same as the stuff in my bag. She also asked us if we might want to unwind in the hot tub and we all liked that idea, too. She offered to put us up in the house for the night but she really had her eye on the bus.

"Would you like to see our bus, Big Chocolate?"

"You know, it really looks amazing. Can it climb to the top of Mount Tam?" She pointed toward Mount Tampalais, which you could just see over the deck wall.

"Probably. Why, you want to try?"

"You'll love the view...especially now that we're getting buzzed. It's sort of tradition in these parts."

"Oh, jeez, Meg, you bring+ back memories of lost days in Bolinas...So, you guys want to? The sunset is coming soon. I don't want to sound like Larry but let's show off our yacht."

We ran out of the house and, like a band of Merry Pranksters, we jumped into the bus. Santo was quite surprised at our arrival as we was dozing on the couch. He jumped off acting like he was guilty of something and he was caught in the act. We headed up the squiggly zig-zag road slowly. Meanwhile Amy was showing off the features and giving Meg the grand tour. It took just a few minutes to get to a cul-de-sac near the top. Fortunately, there were only a few bikers on the narrow road and no cars because I don't know how they could pass me. We hopped out to take in the view looking toward Stinson Beach and out into the Pacific. The breeze blew our hair and everything smelled so green. We stood gazing out at the water transfixed. Even Santo, after peeing about ten times stood and looked. My spell was only temporarily broken when Mark passed the roach to me.

"Nice bus, Davy and Amy...nice." toked Meg.

As he headed back into the bus, Amy pointed out the upper deck. Meg asked to see it so Amy climbed up and slid the floor out. "Oh, my God." was all we heard from them. We had to see the view, too and so the three of us started yelling for them to come down and give us turns. "There's room," shouted Amy, "Come on up." Deb went up next, then Mark. More oohs and aahs. I climbed up last and there was just enough room for me to stand, although I was on the top step of the ladder. And they were right. With another ten feet of elevation, and a bit higher than some of the trees, it was truly spectacular. Meg snapped a few phone-photos and then I made my way back down as the others slowly followed suit.

Amy folded the floor back up and mentioned that, in the storage bin was a hot tub and a guitar amp and speaker system. Meg was amazed and asked for a little concert. I passed and told them to get back in. Extremely slowly, I turned the bus around and we made it back down the mountain into Mill Valley.

"You guys hungry? Want to stop for some chow? We can go over to the Balboa. Or Bungalow 44. That's great place, too. Or if you just want to get sloppy, there's Pearl's Phatburgers." As the munchies had set in, Pearl's seemed like a good idea. We voted and Pearl's won. We parked at Meg's and walked the few blocks to the restaurant and let me tell you, this was a loose crowd. Maybe a little too loose for any restaurant but what do I know? It's Mill Valley. And it turned out that Pearl's was a great choice. I had a Prized Bobb with Bacon and Blue Cheese with a side of Frings. Mark had a Mushroom and Jack Burger and the girls opted for an Avocado Chicken Sandwich, a Hawaiian Chicken Sandwich and a couple of Veggie Burgers. I bought a big cheeseburger for Santo. We stumbled and bumbled back to Meg's place. I think I farted steadily for half the trip.

Amy, Deb and Meg went to get give Santo his dinner. She continued to show off the bus, opening the slideouts, playing the sound system and the TVs, and so on. They were all laughing hysterically and silly as they all come out. Santo ran around the parking lot.

"What's so funny?"

"We were just telling Meg about our sleeping arrangements."

"I always knew you had it in you, Davy."

Mark and I shook our heads. "Stoned," he said and I agreed.

We returned to the house and Meg refilled the glasses. As we stood on the deck and took in the Mill Valley ambiance, she turned on the tub and said it would take a while to heat up. I took the opportunity to hit the john and to call George and fill him in on our itinerary. He said that he and his squeeze Sarah might rent an RV and meet us at Yosemite but that he was still working on it. I hung up and joined the lunatics in the living room again. Meg had brought out her old Guild acoustic and asked me if I'd tune it for her. I went out to the bus to get a set of strings and returned with my guitar and Mark's fiddle. When I returned, they were in the tub already. I dropped trou and stepped in.

We passed one of Meg's hydros around and had goofy conversation. Meg was envious of our trip and asked numerous questions. She wished that she had the time to just take off with us but, unfortunately, she had a raft of clients scheduled. "Maybe one day," she opined. The girls got to talking about their skin and their bodies. Amy and Deb told Meg of Lillian's Magic Semen Cream. We told her about the Palm Springs Spa and how she could go there. "Oh, I could never go there alone," she said so we offered to have her join us on our next trip there. I couldn't take my eyes off her fabulous tits and I knew that, considering her current state of mind, she could eat the boys alive.

The smoke and the tub and the air took it's affect upon us and we all started to settle down. I stepped out of the tub and stood naked looking out at the green hills and the mountain above. A few minutes later, the others stepped out and joined me. In the tub, I hadn't noticed Meg's tattoos but now, naked and next to me, I surveyed the flowers running up one ass cheek to the small of her back, the flowers on each thigh framing her neat pubic buzz cut and the flower under her left breast. We stood in a circle and smoked up. Meg complained that she seemed horny all the time and that she had to keep buying new batteries. Mark placed her in the middle of the circle and we four closed in on her. We began to touch and caress her and she responded with a deep sigh. Standing behind her, her rubbed his cock in her ass. Amy and Deb stood at her sides and caressed her breasts. I stood in front as she rubbed my penis into her belly.

"Can we take this inside," she asked. "I can hardly stand...and I am so horny...I haven't touched skin in a while...dicks and vajayjays...welcome to Meg In Paradise..."

We followed her into her large bedroom and placed her in the center of the bed where we continued our caresses. Her hands flitted everywhere as if she couldn't get enough of us. Amy and Deb returned to suckling her breasts. Mark moved between her legs and began to lick her slit. I sat near her head and watched her hand snake up to my cock and stroke it. She pulled it to her face and she licked under the head right where the crown divides. She cried out that it felt so good...that she needed this...that she wouldn't last too long. Mark moved away and let Deb take over. Amy covered Meg in kisses and caresses. Mark and I just sat back and watched as these three luscious women began to devour each other. Mark reached over and took my rod in his fingers. The women moved around so that they formed a daisy chain, tasting each other and moving in concert. True to her word, Meg began to thrash and jerk her hips which only caused Deb to lick her clit with more intensity. As she began to come, she spread her legs wide and pushed up against Deb's lips. Her breasts heaved as her orgasm rose. and her head tossed from side to side. Her nipples jutted up and her hands flew wildly to them, squeezing the nipples. She began to peak and emitted little squeals of joy. "Oh, God...oh, God,...ye...ssssssssssssssssssss." She flopped back on the bed smiling.

"That was great, Deb. Thanks. But may I have some cock now?" I placed my dick at her entrance and slid easily into her soaking cooch. Mark squatted over her head and fed her his baton. The girls watched us fuck Meg until they returned to each other in a sixty-nine. I leaned over Meg and sucked on her nipples. "Harder, Davy," she cried. I sucked on them harder and I sawed in and out of her, sometimes I thought I might be hurting her with my forceful sucking but it only excited her further and made her react more forcefully. In the back of my mind, I considered that a little of Larry's taste in bondage and discipline had rubbed off on Meg. Mark's dick popped out of her mouth as she popped her cheeks around it. Waving in my face, I tasted it, too, much to her smiling pleasure. For a few minutes, she leaned up on her elbows to watch me. "More cock," she growled. We moved around to see what she wanted and she straddled Mark and lowered her ass onto him. Spreading her legs for me, I re-entered her pussy. We were in a tight clutch as we penetrated her. She was very forceful and rough as she bounced her impaled ass. Her pussy was flooding me while her hand vigorously swiped and diddled her clit. I could feel Mark through the thin membrane that separated us and it felt neat as we rubbed up against each other. "Yeah, that's it," she hoarsely growled, "don't stop...almost there...harder...yeah, yeah..." Her bouncing became furious and I grasped Mark to keep her between us and prevent myself from slipping out as she was so wet and slippery. It was difficult but somehow, we stayed together. I felt Mark begin to throb and I could feel his cum escape up her chute. She was pouring now and beads of sweat formed on her skin. She pushed down on him, taking every inch and let out a loud whoop as she began to cum, flooding me even more. I pushed into her as hard as I could and was literally banging her when my cum began to spray into her, producing a warm cum soup. The three of us held tight as we calmed down and slowly withdrew.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 13



Amy and Deb applauded us. "Wow, that was hot!"

"Oh, yes. That was one great fuck, boys." said Meg. "Cream Pie, anyone?"

"Me, me, me" shouted Amy and Deb and they ended up taking turns cleaning Meg out. At one point, Amy was in her snatch as Deb ate out her ass. Meg just lay there cooing until she began to pussy fart and expel her juices. Amy and Deb looked up and laughed at their cum-smeared faces. We all lay for a while until we took turns in the shower. All cleaned up, we sat around on the bed and passed a stub around.

"I can't tell you how envious I am of you guys. You're all so sexually healthy and you heads seemed screwed on, too. That was the first time I've ever had a true bisexual orgy. It's always been one-on-one with me but once I had two guys at once and I always wanted that again. So thanks...and thanks for your fun company, too. I needed to be with a bunch of real hippies again. The hippies here, and while it seems like there are a lot of them, they're all worried about their portfolios and 401ks. Believe me, I know, I hear enough of their whining. But you guys? You just seem to travel on another wavelength and that's very refreshing. Thanks again. If I tell you that I needed that, I'm not kidding around."

"You know, Meg, it wasn't always like this." I said. "It took us all a long time and hard work to get to this point and we're all very lucky in lots of ways but very lucky that we found each other."

"How I wish I was going with you. Not so much for the sex, but that would be nice, but for the freedom - the spiritual freedom...well, maybe someday."

"Someday soon, I hope," said Deb. "You should take a week off by yourself and go visit Callie and Lillian at the spa. After a few days, you'll feel very free and this load will be off you...plus there are all these young hunks looking for a hot cougar."

"Or even Esalen," added Amy. "Davy and I spent a half day there and it was very uplifting for both of us."

"Yeah," said Deb, "but I think Lillian will straighten her out if the Sybian doesn't!"

"Oh, wow...remember that? My pussy just vibrated thinking about it!" Amy said with a chuckle and a big smile. As they described the Sybian, Meg was all ears. Soon she began to play with her pussy. Deb went to her bag and pulled out the new double dildo. Amy slowly rubbed it around the insides of Meg's lips and around her clit. The dildo was a good ten inches on each end and a large fistful around. Amy slowly began to penetrate Meg. She pulled in up and back rotating it a few times. It looked like it was really filling Meg as Amy moved around and inserted her end. She slowly moved forward until they had a see-saw going. I sat behind Amy and helped hold her up. Mark and Deb did the same to Meg. It was very hot when Deb leaned her face in and daubed their clits. Deb got into it as Mark's hand fiddled her hard little nubbin. Meg and Amy were pinching each other's tits and smiling at each other. It was too much for Meg who let out a banshee's wail as she withdrew the monster. Amy was still sitting up with her end of the dildo still securely wrapped. I slowly lifted her up and slid her onto my cock. Her ass sucked me into it and squeezed her sphinter around my root. Mark took over on her clit until she cried out those gutteral sounds I loved to hear.

We stayed the night, fucking and sleeping in a pile. We did all kinds of stuff by playing "What's Your Fantasy" and then fulfilling them. Deb got another DP and Amy got her four-on-one cum bath. Meg got to be blindfolded and tied up while we filled her holes. Mark and I seemed to be the available penises on-call but Meg did request that we blow each other and so we fulfilled that wish, too. In the morning, after a parting orgy, I reset set her guitar during breakfast.

We said our goodbyes. Meg said that she would stay in contact and would think about that spa trip. Then we set off for Bolinas, a place where I lived for almost a year. A bucolic little cowboy town on Bodega Bay, it was a magical place for me. Pulling around Bodega Bay and down the peninsula took me way, way back. As I pulled through the village, I was pleased to see that the dirt roads and the wooden sidewalks were all still there. Nothing seemed to have changed since I left it. I parked the bus in front of my little house and we walked out on the beach.

"Over there was where the Airplane had a house. I remember a "morning after" where I woke up on the lawn in front of their house facing the water. The fog was thick and white and as I stumbled around, I was lost in a moonscape. Some artist-in-residence had created concrete craters and sort-of-like-stalagmites rising up form the ground. In fact, it was the morning after the Annual New Year's Party the Dead threw at Winterland. We all hauled up here to continue the festivities. I remember wandering around Bodega Bay and the little community hall where Tracy Nelson & Mother Earth and Aum and The Youngbloods and Carlos Santana jammed all night. I remember catching a lift back down here with Marty Balin and someone in the car handed me a couple of reds to smooth out with and come down gently. Next thing I recall was waking up on the beach here. But if you want to talk about 'laid-back', this is Ground Zero...truly a hippie paradise."

"Can we go for a dip here, Davy? This beach is dazzling." Amy asked.

"Sure, why not. I don't see anyone around so let's go." We stripped off our minimal attire and dove in. Santo set himself up on our clothes and looked like a king surveying his silly subjects. We splashed around and played for a while and then went into the bus for showers. While they putzed around in the galley, I headed back north around the bay and then north to Point Reyes. Several times, we stopped the bus to take it all in. From there it was northeast to Santa Rosa and then east into the Napa Valley. We'd seen several different topographies and eco-environments by the time we pulled up to the Napa Valley Inn in Yountville where Amy had reserved a suite for us.

With views of the rolling hills of vineyards, we found ourselves revisiting France. Amy had made reservations for dinner at the French Laundry but after looking over their sumptuous menu, and after noshing all day, none of us felt that we could handle such a meal nor do it justice. In a town filled with gourmet restaurants offering incredible culinary delights, it was a bit difficult finding a place that agreed with all of us but the adhoc café seemed to be the popular choice. And a good choice, too. We sprang for a Chef's Tasting Meal with a Flight of Wine Tastings and it was simply superb. A little of this, a little of that and a lot of good wine, it was a big win with all of us. Chef Thomas Keller came out of the kitchen and chatted with us as we thanked him for the great meal. We drank a bit more wine, stumbled out and headed back to the Inn. Someone, I don't remember who, said that we have to stop living so well and was met by hoots and catcalls.

The room was just lovely with a large bathroom featuring a Japanese style soaking tub for 2. We all slept soundly and in the morning, after our champagne buffet breakfast. We headed south, down through the valley. We had a full day of traveling and buying wines and touring wineries. Santo loved this area with all it's fragrant trees to piss upon. It was a beautiful day-trip and clearly a place where I could spend more time soaking in the lush terrain. I called Elon and he emailed his instructions for the Green Symposium in Berkeley. It was night by the time we pulled into a cheesy little RV park in Vallejo. But, as the park might have been somewhat seedy, our digs were not. After tending to Santo, we closed up the bus and turned on a movie. I let them choose and they argued over The Searchers (Mark), This is Spinal Tap (Deb) and Time After Time (Amy). Feeling a strong need to laugh, I voted for Spinal Tap. Amy and Deb had never seen it before and so they were unprepared for all the side-splitting dialogue and riotous cameos. Billy Crystal, as the mime waiter, is still one of my favorite parts. We had a great night and truly, my sides hurt and I was stoned dizzy by the time I hit the bed.

The next morning, we packed away our gear, cleaned up Big Chocolate and then drove into Berkeley. Amy made some breakfast (the last of the bagels - toasted, of course, and cream cheese) and coffee. I pulled up to Pimental Hall on the UC Berkeley campus and saw Elon and Ed waving to me. They directed me toward a roped off area near the entrance to the hall.

"You made it! We were getting worried." said Elon, "How'd it ride?"

"Like a dream, Elon. Like a dream." I hugged Ed as the others joined us.

"I hope you don't mind but I made some arrangements for all of you. I have you in the Hotel Durant..."

"It's a green-certified hotel and it's pet friendly," added Ed. "I'm staying there, too."

"...and I have two Tesla Roadsters at your disposal."

"Sweet!", said Mark. "We'll take one and the ladies can have the other. Come on, Davy, let's burn rubber!"

Elon smiled. He could tell Mark was teasing him. He looked sternly at Mark and then snickered, "Yeah, Mark. 'Born to be mild'...Let's get you moved into the hotel. I have a detailing crew to clean up the bus. What we're going to do is set up a tent against and around the front door. I have a computer presentation and some videos of it while it was being built, you know stuff like that."

"I'd love a copy of that, Elon."

"Not a problem, Davy, we'll leave it in the bus. Anyway, nobody goes into that vehicle except me, Ed and the two females who work for me in Sales. During the day, I want to set up the roof terrace..."

"I love that terrace," said Amy. "A couple of days ago, we went to the top of Mount Tampalais and then climbed one flight up. It was very cool."

"...I love that feature, too, Amy. I also want to open the amp compartment and I want to fill the hot tub. I want to show just how sexy Big Chocolate can be while also being so green. I hope it's okay with you."

"Not a problem, Elon. Do whatever you like. We have some stuff to take with us but we're leaving a lot in there so I trust it will be protected."

"Yes, I have two security guards around it at all times. And, by the way, you're welcome to come by and visit at anytime...maybe even sell some product for me."

We started to fill the Roadsters with our gear. I realized that we'd have to make a second trip. Ed gave me directions to the hotel which was right off campus. We made it over to the hotel and unpacked. The girls wanted to drive back into San Francisco to do more shopping. Mark and I thought we might walk around the campus and visit the School of Music. Other than that, we really had no plan except to get more gear out of the bus. We waved goodbye as the girls zipped off. Amy insisted on taking Santo with them and he didn't argue. She and Santo made a very cute couple.

Mark and I drove back to the Pimental Hall where the Symposium was now underway. We left the Tesla next to the bus and locked our instruments into it. We strolled through the Hall and bumped into Ed who was hanging out near his merchandise booth.

"I'm selling green cleaning products and signing autographs. That's my gig. I have a lecture to make in a couple of hours and then I'm on a panel tomorrow. You guys want to hang later...do dinner?"

"Absolutely, Ed. We're pretty loose today and tomorrow. Tomorrow night, I'm sitting in on John Sebastian's show at Zellerbach Hall. After that, we're going to Yosemite and hooking up with Clooney."

"Sounds like fun. You're out of here on Saturday, then? We'll make good use of Big Chocolate until then."

We told him we'd cruise for a while but make it back to hear him speak. We strolled around the hall and picked up little samples and info brochures. We were into an interesting conversation with a couple of inventors and greenies when we saw Ed waving to us. We followed him into the lecture hall and then enjoyed (and I mean, really enjoyed) his presentation which was chock full of great information and some of his witty off-beat humor, too. When it ended, the three of us walked out to the bus where, to my astonishment, was a large crowd. Elon was pitching hard when he saw us.

"Here's the owner and some of his friends...Davy, can you come over here?"

I was peppered with questions and the three of us were inundated with autograph requests. I answered every question posed to me about the bus and my travels. I emphasized that between Bran Ferrin's original design, Elon's masterful technology, Ed's green consultation, Amy's interior design suggestions and Mark's friendship made Big Chocolate feel like a very comfortable and luxurious home. I pitched Tesla and told folks that they had seen nothing yet...just wait. I noticed that the tent covered the amp storage bin, still in the bin was my old Telecaster. I'd forgotten that I even had it. I pulled it out of the bin intending to put it into the car when calls of "Play something!" rang out. Elon came over and asked if I wouldn't mind so I agreed to play a couple of tunes. Mark got our axes from the car and I handed Ed my Martin. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when I asked him to join us. As I hadn't tried the amp and mic mixer yet, I explained to the crowd that this was a first time experience for all of us. We tuned up as the flashes popped.

Mark called the first tune. "Hey Davy, do you know "Harvey's Tune?"

"You mean like off the Supersession album?...Harvey Brooks?"

"Yeah, that's the one. Great cat, that Harvey."

"Yeah, his brother, too, Gary...good sax player." He kicked into the song and it just sounded so sweet, we riffed on it for about ten minutes. And that's really funny when you consider that the original track was about a minute and a half in length. "As long as we're having a Supersession, how bout "Man's Temptation?"


You know these feelings that I hold inside,
Just won't let me be,
Now this woman won't leave me alone,
She's trying to ruin my happy home,
With a man's temptation...

...I know I've got to be strong,
I've got to fight this and carry on,
So afraid of what I must do,
I got to choose my woman or you.

I'm sorry little miss,
That's the way love is,
I'm sorry I can't stay,
I got to be, got to be on my way.
I'm sorry little miss,
That's the way love is..."

It sounded very cool as Ed added a bass part and Mark filled the holes. It's such a good song to begin with. The crowd liked it too. After each song, I pitched Tesla and answered some questions about the bus. It was a very loose and easy-going set and it lasted about an hour before we broke. We were surrounded by autograph seekers and well-wishers.

"Davy, how did you know I played?" asked Ed.

"Ed, I see you as a renaissance man - always full of ideas, talents and surprises."

Elon was ecstatic. He had a packed house and he even took three advance orders. He just about begged for us to do another set later and then tomorrow but Mark and I waffled. Two kids from the campus radio station, KALX, asked if we would stop by the station for an interview. I agreed but said that we would do it now or never so they led to the studio. The three of us were in a fine mood and the interview was loose, funny, full of green information and plugs for Tesla, Ed's Cleaners and the Breadbasket Project. Afterwards, we parted ways with Ed who returned to the symposium while Mark and I cruised over to the Music School at Hertz Hall. We went straight to the Dean's office and asked if we could use their library which they quickly agreed to. As Mark and I pored through scores and music texts, a professor approached us and obviously knowing who we were, asked if we might be interested in speaking to his class about our profession. We thought it was a great idea as we both love to speak to students. Speaking to his class was a real gas. It turned us on to feel their freshness, to field their questions and give them advice about wading through the business end. As the class ended, we told them we were going back to the Symposium tent to play a short set and several of them asked if we would like a bass player, a keyboardist and a small drum kit. With our student band in tow, we set up again in the tent. Once we started tuning up, the tent filled. It was late afternoon and we had no intention of playing long but the music and the players were great. Toward the end of the set, Amy, Deb and Santo appeared from the middle of the crowd. Santo looked very tired. I waved them up front and gave Amy the mic while Santo pushed his butt into my leg and sat on my shoe. Amy sang "Talk Dirty To Me", Willie Nelson's "Crazy" and as our final number, "Breadbasket." I thanked everybody and we were done. It was a very satisfying day and it made Elon very happy, too.

We filled the roadsters with the rest of our stuff and headed back to the hotel. Santo was out cold on the floor. Mark and I both fell asleep for about an hour. When we awoke, Ed and the girls were chatting in the living room. Ed said he had the best restaurant in Berkeley. We called for a limo. It was an Indian place, Vik's Chaat, and it was fabulous. I had no idea what it was I was eating - basically I just pointed to different dishes - but it was delicious and filling. Back at the hotel, the girls were going to model for us but Mark, Ed and I smoked a doober and passed out in front of the TV.

The next morning, I awoke from a strange dream and it left me somewhat disoriented. It was a dream about my ex-wife and her family. They were visiting me while I was on the road. They were all angry with me about something although I couldn't tell why. I could hear my children crying in another room and, in my dream, I noticed that they were still very young but they coudn't be, I seemed to know that they were adults and it confused me. I awoke as my ex slapped my face. I had to wake myself so I headed for the shower and shook my head free of those ugly images. I really didn't know what to make of he dream but I recalled that my ex and mys always seemed to be angry with me because I never seemed to make enough money to suit them. How times had changed.

I fixed myself some coffee and joined Amy and Deb on the terrace.

"Wow, Hon, are you all right? You look like you were just beat up."

"I just awoke from the strangest dream. It's unnerved me a bit." I told them about as much as I could recall.

Amy got up and rubbed my neck and my shoulders. She told me to shake it off as it most likely meant very little. Deb, who explained that she dabbled in dream interpretation asked me some questions about my relationship with my ex, her family and my children.

"It sounds to me that you still have some bitterness about how they treated you. This is hardly surprising because no matter what anyone says, feelings like that linger forever. Were there any objects present in the dream?"

"Yes, I seem to remember that my mother seemed busy reading a magazine and doing her nails. She didn't participate much. Also, there were guitars around the room. One had a big hole in it and there were various Tele bodies and lots of different necks stacked up, electronics on the floor...all the guitars were all in pieces. I remember that my red Stella I had when I was a kid was in the room, too."

"Hmm. It could mean that the guitars are a stabilizing force and that you ex represents destabilization as well as separation. Also the guitars might represent you...it's your room, it's your life, your doing what you do and are on the road away from them...you have your tools with you but you can't use them. Your young children crying could represent feelings of parental inadequacy as well as your desire to be apart from their animosity and your desire to be free. Whatever was going through your head is over now and you chose to wake up and end it when she slapped you. So your mind fought back and separated yourself in that way. And that's what a psych degree will get you! It's over now and you're with us and we love you, Davy, emphasis on the word you, the real person doing what he needs to do and not someone else's image of who you should be. Your dream is pretty definite on that."




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This explanation was interesting and it did make me feel better (even though I privately thought it a whole lot of hooey). Also, the coffee helped. Amy continued to rub me and she whispered into my ear how much she loved me.

"You know, Deb, among the many things I love about this man is that he is so honest...there are no agendas or interior motives. What you see is what you get. He knows what he wants and what he likes and he's upfront about it in a gentle way. He very open and inclusive, too. He's very sensitive in a manly way, not like a wuss...you know, like he doesn't bleed sensitivity. He seems very aware of who he is and his space on the planet. I saw it in the way he carried himself when we first met and I was immediately attracted to it."

"Mark is like that, too - now, but we weren't always so open with each other. It took several years of marriage and hard work to break down some thick walls but we worked at it together and I think that today, we've overcome those obstacles. It has made us more loving and much more of a real partnership. But I have to admit, being with you two has made us both more aware of how could it can be...you both are very self-assured and centered and those qualities influence us. It's intoxicating. You two are really yin and yang."

"Deb, we've all go through so heavy changes and sometimes it isn't easy to shed all the baggage. Like Davy likes to say, he prefers 'carry-on' size baggage. But sometimes, it isn't easy and other times it is, you know?...What makes it all matter is where we are at this moment in time...because it will never come around like this again and you never really know what's lurking around the bend."

Mark joined us on the terrace. "Hey! That sounds like a song!...So what's the plan?"

"No plan, baby. We're just shmoozing about love, devotion and ecstacy."

"Yup, no plan, Marcus. I figured that we might just head back to the symposium for a while today and then meet up with John before the gig tonight."

"Sounds like a plan to me!"

We laid around the room for a few hours. Checking her email, Amy read us one from Meg. "You'll all be happy to know that I decided to take your advice. After checking out the Spa online, I impulsively called Callie and made a reservation in a few weeks. I told Callie that you recommended me and she promised that I would be well taken care of. I'll let you know how it goes. Thanks for the tip and thanks for the great night. Meg. P.S. Even a therapist sometimes needs therapy." It made us happy to hear it and we knew that she would have a wonderful time. Even a therapist sometimes needs therapy. Indeed.

Because a light misty rain had come in early morning, we headed up to the symposium in the early afternoon after it had passed. The girls decided to cruise the campus and find the bookstore for some sweats and tees. We parked in the row of different colored Roadsters in front of the bus and it made quite a display. As we headed for the tent, my phone rang. It was Sebastian.

"Hey Davy. Where are you?"

"J.B., I'm over at the symposium at Pimental Hall. Where are you?"

"I just pulled into Zellerbach around the block. Stay right there, I'll be right over."

The tent was crowded with browsers. Susan, one of Elon's salespeople told us that Elon and Ed were inside doing their panel and that it was almost over. She also told us that they had done a bang-up business with nine orders and a couple more on the edge. She also said that she and the other salesperson, Ella, had slept in the bus last night and that she hoped we didn't mind. "I had the sheets dry-cleaned this morning and the bus is as clean as a whistle. You'd never known we were there." I assumed that she and Ella had shared a bed and my mind wandered to visions of these two beautiful women deep in the throes of passion. I think that she sensed my thoughts and she turned red, as if reading my alleged mind.

"Mr. Harper, really!"

"Does Elon know you two slept in the bus?"

"No, and I'd prefer to keep it that way."

"No problem, Susan. Perhaps sometime you two would like to join Amy and me for an overnight."

She looked at me with a steamy, dreamy look and then smiled. "I don't know about her but I'm ready and willing for that! We left a couple of joints in your night table as a thank you." She gave me a peck on the cheek. "I'll consider your offer but I can tell you that I'm certainly there. Let me give you my card. This way, if you need any help on the road, you can call me and not bother Elon. He's so busy and I'd be more than glad to be of service to both of you. If you really need help, I can fly in." She winked at me as I put her card in my pocket. I walked into the bus and it was so clean, it seemed antiseptic. I sat down on the recliner and put the iTunes on shuffle as my mind envisioned us with Susan. Call it coincidence but "Rainbows All Over My Blues" came on. Mark climbed in a few minutes later with Sebastian in tow.

"I been waiting my time just to talk to you,
You've been lookin' all down in the mouth and down at your shoes,
Well, baby, I came to give you the news,
I'll paint rainbows all over your blues.

I heard you been spending a lot of your time up in your room,
And at night you been watchin' the dark side of the moon,
You don't talk to nobody if they don't talk to you,
So Buddy and me came here to sing you a tune.

"I give up" is all you've really got to say,
It's time to find a new life style
Cause this really ain't the way.

Let's go for a bounce on my trampoline,
I can show you the prettiest mountains that you've ever seen,
You better run to your closet and fish out your blue suede shoes,
I'll paint rainbows all over your blues.
Well, baby, I came to give you the news,
I'll paint rainbows all over your blues."

"Nice that your listening to my music but I doubt if I'll be playing that tonight," Sebastian laughed.

I closed and locked the door so I could light up the joint without any interruptions. We laughed and kidded each other and shmoozed about the old says. Then we got down to business and began to talk about the evening's show. John said that he'd do the first set solo and then bring us out in the second set. Mark deferred saying that he'd be there as a member of the audience only but both John and I refused to hear it. It didn't take too much time to twist his arm...but not the bow arm. John asked if I had any preferences and I asked if we could do "Amy's Tune."

"Well, of course! With your beautiful partner in the house, I assumed we would. Do you think we could get her up to sing with us?"

"If we do "Rain on the Roof" we can. Other than that, we'll just follow you, J.B."

There was a knock on the door. I let Ed and Elon in. They each took a whiff of the room and I passed the joint over.

"Sorry I missed your panel today. We just got here a little while ago and a little too late to make it."

"It's okay but you missed our brilliance," smiled Elon. "So far, I'd say we're the hit of this symposium. I have a fistful of orders from yesterday and have done another fistful of orders today. Oh, and I heard the interview you did yesterday. I'm going to have to put you guys on the payroll!"

As usual, Ed was all smiles and good vibrations. "Uh, Davy, are you going to do a little set today? I'd love to play with you guys again."

"Sure, why not. What do you say, boys? Let's finish this number and do a little shilling for Elon. We can have a loose rehearsal."

"Okay with me but I don't want to leave this bus. This thing is the shit, man, the absolute shit!" I proceeded to give John the Grand Tour. He was all admiration and astonishment. We went through another bone while Elon peeked out the window to assess the crowd, always counting heads. John ran down some of the songs in his set and told us that Zellerbach was a little more than half sold out. Finally, we stepped off the bus and got our axes. John had his with him so I offered Ed my Martin. Ed smiled and said no. He went out to his Tesla and returned with a DanElectro Bass and a small amp. We all set up and tuned up in front of Big Chocolate. I told John to check out this song Mark had pulled out of his hat the day before. We kicked into "Harvey's Tune" and his eyes bugged out. With John on harmonica riding on the lead with Mark and Ed pinning the bottom, it sounded even better than before. He insisted that we play it tonight.

The tent was full again with an overflow crowd in the lot. I introduced the band and did some plugs for Tesla, for the Breadbasket Project and for John's show. I mentioned that he would have some special guests and that they should tell their friends. John interrupted and said that there were a couple of special guests even I didn't know about. "We might just travel back to the Summer of Love. People on this campus might not remember that summer because you were all too busy marching and protesting. But in the spirit of Mario Savio and the Free Speech Movement, I can assure you that tonight we're going to blow the fucking roof off Zellerbach! Now for a little music, okay?"

As long as Amy wasn't around, I asked John if we could run through "Amy's Tune." Nobody plays the harp like John Sebastian. We played some more tunes for about forty-five minutes and then quit. Again, we were mobbed for autographs. It was a nice scene in that intimate tent. Elon was bubbling over as he picked up four more orders. We all went back into the bus to relax and use the john. There were sandwiches and drinks waiting for us. That, Elon, he's a sharp businessman. He must be good playing cards as he doesn't miss a trick.

"So tell me, J.B., who else is showing up tonight? Who are the other surprises?"

"You ready for this? David Grisman?..."

"Oh, shit, Excellent," Mark was overjoyed. "I played with Grisman and Garcia years ago. I haven't seen him in ages!"

"...and because they're in town for a gig tomorrow night, Levon Helm, his daughter Amy and Larry Campbell. How's that sound?"

"Oh, how fucking cool. I haven't seen Levon in almost thirty years or so." I was shook. This was going to be some gig. Especially when John asked Ed if he'd sit in on bass. You could see that Ed was near tears of joy. I asked him he was ready to play John 'Stumpy' Pepys again (his cameo in 'Spinal Tap') and he laughed, killing his moment. I excused myself for a moment and stepped off the bus. I nodded to the KALX radio guy and motioned for him to follow me out of the tent.

"You might want to slip this on the air because I want to sell out Zellerbach tonight." I gave him a run down of the special guests and he took off in a flash towards the station.

I went back in and got right back into the conversation. Someone had asked John when we first met and he was reminiscing about his last days with the Even Dozen Jug Band before the Lovin' Spoonful and how we met one night at The Night Owl. "Riche Havens was there that night, too, right, John?"

We were pretty laid out by this time and John asked if he could take a nap. I ushered him into the bedroom and he sacked out for about a half hour.

"This is going to be some kind of fun tonight, Davy." said Mark. "Are you okay, Ed?"

"Am I okay" No, I'm not okay! I think I shit myself!" We had to control our laughter as not to disturb John. I ushered them out of the bus when we couldn't hold it in any longer. Then we just howled.

Outside the tent, we stood in the sun and chatted with symposium attendees. Some wanted to know if we were doing another set and I told them all no but to go to the show tonight. Some asked when I was going to do a full concert there sometime soon and I had no answer but told them that I would try to set one up for the summer or fall tour.

"Mark? Is that Mark O'Flannery?" It was David Grisman walking up holding his mandolin. "I was told Sebastian was over here bit I didn't expect to see you here. How you doin', boy"

"Dawg, you old bastard." They hugged. "Meet my friends, Davy Harper and Ed Begley. We'll be sitting in with you guys tonight."

"Awesome, man I just heard from Levon and he should be here in about an hour. Fucking A, man. We're going to have us a hoot tonight."

Amy and Deb cruised in looking well exercised. "We just took care of Santo. He back in the room...We got sweatpants and sweatshirts...for us and for you two. We also got running shorts. Everything says 'UC Berkeley' - like we went here!" We introduced them to David. I told them that Sebastian was asleep in the bedroom and we quietly snuck back in. Mark pulled out a joint and found himself arguing with Grisman - "Let's smoke mine." "No. let's do mine first."

We had a hard time keeping quiet as we were all goofy and giggly and after a while, John come out from the bathroom. "How the hell can a guy get some shut eye with all this ruckus? Hey there, Dawg! Hi Amy. Hi, Mrs. O'. I see you're rehearsing for the gig. It's nearly five and we go on at eight. The soundcheck is at seven."

"Not a problem, J.B. We're all professionals here. Haw, haw, haw!" There was a knock on the door.

"This here's the tour bus. Damn!" Levon, Larry and Amy entered. It was a good thing that all the sliders and walls were open because we had us a full house. Elon and Susan entered the bus with a bunch of cold water bottles, a couple of bottles of wine and a big smile. I gave Levon, Larry and David the tour. John said that the bed was as good as you can find in the best hotels. He also liked how it formed a little suite. We partied until it was time to head to the concert hall. Amy spent a lot of time with John and Levon getting a Master Class on harmonica technique. Elon said he'd have the bus cleaned and he'd meet us at the hall. Although Zellerbach was just around the block, we piled into cars and drove over. Probably because David and Levon wanted to test drive a Tesla Roadster...doesn't everyone?

Like a real hippie entourage, we bounced into the venue. The manager was frantic (aren't they always) because we were late but we brushed him off. He told us that there had been a late surge in tickets and that he expected it to sell out from the walk-ups. John was elated. He walked onto the stage and did his soundcheck of just voice and guitar. Then the rest of us joined him as stage hands ran around plugging us in. I had both my axes with me. John insisted that they add another mic for my Amy and he referred to them as "The Angelic Amy Choir aka The Amys." Levon led us through "The Weight" and "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down." Levon insisted that Deb play the tambourine. And Ed? That guy was into it and he was rocking. I ran them through "Breadbasket" and "Talk Dirty To Me" which developed into a sassy duet by the Amys with them breaking up the verses as if they were two different phone-sex operators. It was a quarter to eight and we were done. They closed the curtain and brought John's stool and mic to the center. We all drifted back into the dressing rooms and kicked back. We were all like little kids and very excited. Some one suggested we call ourselves the "Mad Dawgs and Americans."

The show began and we all took seats set up for us in the wing. Elon, Susan and Etta had arrived by then and they joined us. As par for John, he came out and immediately owned the sell-out crowd. After nearly ten songs, old ones and new ones, he brought out David Grisman and they did another six tunes. John told the audience that he was taking a break but he'd be back soon because the real fun was about to begin.

Fifteen minutes later, he was back onstage. "And now, my friends, we're gonna have what we call back east in Woodstock, a ramble. I have a lot of fiends here with me tonight and they're all itching to play so let's bring back David Grisman and please welcome, the best fiddle on the planet, Mark O'Flannery - an angel's voice, Amy Bieler - direct form the Green Symposium, the bassman, Ed Begley and my dear old friend who has a bus with a very comfortable bed, Davy Harper." a roar went up as we joined him on stage. He began to play "Rain on the Roof" with Mark and Ed, I gave him the first verse and then Amy and I joined in on harmony. We took a break as Mark sweetened the mix. The song sounded great. From there, John asked me for a song and I started "Fa-Fa-Na-Fa" to his delight. "What else you got?" he asked. I kicked into "Do You Believe in Magic" and damn if we didn't sound like the Spoonful. John then went into "I'm Satisfied" as he and Dawg took the lead. "One more!" called John and moved into "Younger Girl". David and Mark danced together like the song was made for them and, to my mind, it was the best song yet. John and I sang such a close harmony you'd think we were the Everly Brothers.

"Thank you. Thank you. But we got more room on this stage! Let me here you scream for the greatest drummer I know, Levon Helm...Amy Helm, Larry Campbell and Deb O'Flannery." Levon sat down behind his kit to a standing ovation. He kicked right into "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" and we nailed it. From there, Larry took us into "Tennessee Jed" and I couldn't help but lay out a Garcia-esque guitar solo which brought a smile to Grisman's big beard. We played about 64 bars of a Dead conversation and we were back into the verse to the delight of the other band members and the audience. Then it was "The Weight" followed by "Nashville Cats" which turned into a complete country jamboree. The Amys stepped forward with "Talk Dirty To Me" and the crowd went nuts. We were all having so much fun up there, I couldn't wait to see what the next tune would be. Levon called for "Life Is A Carnival" and after a quick huddle, Larry and Mark kicked it off.

"You can walk on the water, drown in the sand
You can fly off a mountaintop if anybody can.
Run away, run away--it's the restless age,
Look away, look away--you can turn the page,
Hey, buddy, would you like to buy a watch real cheap
Here on the street?
I got six on each arm and two more round my feet.
Life is a carnival--believe it or not,
Life is a carnival--two bits a shot.

Saw a man with the jinx in the third degree,
From trying to deal with people--people you can't see,... 

Life is a carnival--it's in the book,
Life is a carnival--take another look...
...Life is a carnival
Life is a carnival
Life is a carnival."

Fortunately, Larry played the Robbie Robertson part so I didn't have to sweat much as I noodled out an imitation of Allen Toussaint's horn parts. It started off a little too loose but soon tightened up and ended as an all out Second Line. We all laughed and applauded each other when it ended. "We're pro-fessionals here. You can't fuck with us!" shouted Levon.

John then said we had to bring it down a bit and dedicated the next song to The Amys. He broke into "Amy's Tune" and they were absolutely glowing. Levon played brushes as the rest of us took different parts of the song to solo on. We eased out and let John finish the song on harmonica. It was pure magic. John then said as long as we were doing instrumentals, he had Mark, Ed and I start "Harvey's Tune." Levon let out a slow whistle upon recognition and said "Deep, man. Too fucking deep!" Grisman and Campbell stepped back but joined us in a big finish. John then did a little speech about The Breadbasket Project and asked the audience to make donations. He then added, "This show tonight has been sponsored in part by Tesla Motors so please, let's bring out another green wizard, a man with a very small carbon footprint - Elon Musk." Elon stood next to the Amys (and fortunately off mic) as we did an extended version with plenty of space for riffs. During the second break, Campbell and I laid down a funky riff over which Mark and Dawg flew. And somewhere above that, John's harp come in and brought us home. It was about as good a part as I'd heard yet for that song. It was truly electric. And with John and Levon singing harmony to my lead, The Amys soared above us. I was choked up as the audience stood and clapped along. The show was over for us and we waved goodbye. John brought us out in a line and called each of us out for the ovation. We then applauded the audience and left the stage. The audience clapped rhythmically for more and John, alone with his guitar, sang them "Younger Generation" after which they left quietly satisfied.




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Backstage was a happy scene with lots of hugs and backslapping. This was one fun gig. I have to credit John Sebastian because it was his attitude that brought us together and made us a band. Begley was beside himself with joy. Grisman and O'Flannery were like long lost brothers. The Amys were killing each other over their song and my Amy hugged me so tight. Levon, John and I joked that old guys can still kick ass. Someone said that they can't wait to see the show on YouTube. I also told them that I'd be recording soon and that I wanted Levon, Amy and Larry on "Talk Dirty" but I wanted to get Mac Rebennack on that session, too. I asked Grisman if he'd be on the sessions with Mark because I wanted to try to recapture their magic. John offered to play on anything, he didn't care so long as he could have this kind of fun again. There were a bunch of group photographs. Before we all broke up, John made an announcement.

"First of all, this was one fucker of a show. What fun! And damn, if we didn't sound great! Shit, we even made it through "Life is a Carnival" and it sounded credible..."

"Better than that, man, "said Levon. "That fucker cooked!"

"Well you guys were just super. I can't want to tell Catherine and blog about this on my site. This was the real chicken skin. And now, as a surprise, I had this show recorded. I have the masters right here. I'm going to check 'em out and maybe even release it, if you'll all approve. I'll send all of you dupes just as soon as I can but I really think that this show is a keeper and one for the books. I can't thank the 'Mad Dawgs and American Ramble' more. This was a special treat and I'm so glad you all made it happen. It was a true love fest."

We all hugged again and made our way out where a clutch of fans were waiting to have their programs autographed. Amy grabbed a bunch of programs and we all passed them around signing them for each other. Levon asked me if we might make his gig on San Francisco the next night but as much as I wanted to, I told him that we would be hitting the road again in the morning as we had a schedule to keep and had to make it to Yellowstone. I did promise him that we'd do a ramble in his barn some time soon. I told Elon that we'd be back for the bus around noon and now we were on our way to the hotel. He was nearly in tears. As Ed stood beside him, he seemed to pause and suddenly took on a very serious air.

"Davy, this has been a great ride so far. A few weeks ago, you contacted me about your RV and since then, it has been nothing but an amazing journey. I hope we do a lot of great things together."

"Yeah, well, the display better not go out again!" At first, Elon seemed to be taken aback but then he smiled at me and said "Fuck you, too." and we hugged. I told him we would keep the log going, we would periodically upload the module readings, we would take great pictures for Vanity Fair in Yellowstone, and that I would write a song about Big Chocolate."

Three Tesla Roadsters drove the few blocks to the Hotel Durant. We pulled them into the garage, grabbed our gear and headed for the elevator. Amy, Deb, Mark and Ed were still bubbling but I was feeling beat - that older than dirt feeling. It's a young man's game, I better slow myself down. These are the kind of thoughts that run through my head after a gig. I've been thinking the same thing since 1965. The elevator stopped on the Lobby floor and two couples entered. They had just come from the show and they were surprised and thrilled to see us in the elevator. They loved the show and begged us to let them buy us a drink in the hotel bar. We finally voted and decided to have a nightcap with some fans, something that usually makes me kind of leery.

Henry's was a nice, quiet pub. We found a couple of tables and pulled them together. I ordered a glass of cognac and a Courvoisier XO came out. Mojitos seemed to be the order of the day except for Mark, who had a single male and Ed, who had a Racer 5 Pale Ale.  An order of Onion Rings, Calamari and sweet plantains filled the table. There was a lot of talk about the concert, the symposium (which they were here to attend) and the amazing Big Chocolate. They told us they'd heard us yesterday and had to see the Zellerbach show. They asked Ed lots of questions and it was an education listening to him. They asked us where we were headed to next and we told them our itinerary. They were quite envious and it was obvious.

Ed turned to me while the others were deep into a discussion about Big Chocolate. Amy was telling them about some of the features. Ed spoke quietly, for my ears only.

"You know that song about Big Chocolate you told Elon about? Do you mind if I have a stab at it. I have some lines in my head I'd like to get down."

"You go, girl. I can't wait to read it."

We all made it back to our rooms that night after a couple more drinks. We were all a scosche tipsy. I know that we slept well.

Next morning, we were having our breakfast in the room when Ed knocked. He was about to head back to the symposium but he wanted to tell me that he'd stayed up late writing and he'd emailed his song to me. I told him I check it out immediately. Amy had him add his autograph to the program and mentioned that one of these days, she was going to frame all the autographed programs she'd been collecting. 

I logged on and clicked on Ed's email. This is what I found.

(The Ballad of) Big Chocolate

"Got a full house, rolling down the street
Got my baby right beside me, Got our dog under her feet
Got my buddy and his fiddle by his side, Got his missus looking sweet.

Got an upstairs terrace, got a dumbwaiter, too,
Got a shower with a lot of heads, to hit you where want them to,
Got solar heated water and a cold box full of brew.

Big Chocolate keeps rolling,
Big Chocolate keeps rocking,
Big Chocolate keeps reeking,
Big Chocolate keeps going and going and going and going...

Got tiltable beds and big TV screens,
Got a clothing dryer and a washing machine,
Got a toilet that flushes when you eat too much pork and beans.

Runs on diesel, lithium and solar cells,
With a smaller footprint, it's green to the extreme,
With all the extras, whistles and bells,
It's the travelers' motorized traveling dream.
It's Bran, Elon and Ed's Big Chocolate Supreme.

Got a full house, rolling down the street
Got my baby right beside me, Got our dog under her feet
Got my buddy and his fiddle, Got his missus looking sweet.
And when I pull out my guitar, and light up a cigar, everything's complete.

Big Chocolate keeps rolling,
Big Chocolate keeps rocking,
Big Chocolate keeps reeking,
Big Chocolate keeps us going and going and going....easygoing and going and going and gone."

I was flabbergasted, to say the least. I emailed it to Mark immediately. Amy and I kept reading it aloud over and over and rolling with laughter.

About ten minutes later, Mark and Deb came in raving about the song. We agreed to work on the music on our way to Yosemite and maybe fix 'the pork and beans' verse...too much information! We packed up and checked out of the hotel, still humming and reciting the words. We walked Santo around the block with it on our minds. The Roadsters were stuffed, ready and waiting for us and we drove them up to the campus for the last time. Big Chocolate was ready and waiting for us, too, fully cleaned, tweaked and fueled up. Ed and Elon were waiting for us and they were in animated conversation.

"Ed, your song is priceless." said Amy.

"We're going to work on the music while we travel," said Mark.

"Fuck the song, you guys. I sold out all my stock of Ed's Special Cleaners!" We laughed and congratulated him. He told us that he was leaving for LA. in a few minutes because his TV Show was going back into production and he had a movie role lined up in a Judd Apatow movie. Again we wished him well. I thanked them all but I was really trying to get away and they sensed it. Susan pulled Amy aside and told her that they had 'refreshed' the refrigerator with food and that she had left a Bon Voyage gift in the galley tableware drawer. Susan also appeared to be hitting on Amy, who seemed to be enjoying the flirt.

We pulled out of Pimental Hall and headed for the road to Yosemite. It was a fairly direct route and the sky was clearing. Take 580 to 99, through Modesto and straight to Yosemite. Nothing to it. As we passed through Modesto, Amy wondered what the big chemical facility was and after surfing the web discovered that it was the Gallo Winery. I commented that they were two and the same and that we should stop and get some Thunderbird cheap but then wasn't it already? Amy pointed out the bus was loaded with great bottles from the Napa...real wine...no light green glass. "What's the word? Thunderbird! What's the price? Thirty twice!" We had a good laugh at Gallo's expense.

George called a few minutes later and said that he couldn't meet us in Yosemite - things had come up but that he and Sarah would definitely meet us in Yellowstone. He said he'd call us again in a couple of days.

We drove along Route 120 until we found Yosemite Lakes RV Park nestled in Yosemite Valley - Ansel Adams and John Muir country. It was a rustic place with good facilities and it was centrally located to the park. We set up Big Chocolate while Amy and Deb walked Santo. I opened the tableware drawer and pulled out Susan's gift - a bag of pot and, holy shit(!), some mushrooms! I lit a doob from the stash and it was mighty tasty. I looked to see if maybe she'd left her panties the tablewear drawer, too, but no such luck!

We sang as we set up the bus:

"Big Chocolate keeps us rolling,
Big Chocolate keeps us rocking,
Big Chocolate keeps us reeking,
Big Chocolate keeps us going and going and going and going and going..."

We already had a good chorus and the makings of a good theme song with some differet beats provided by the little drum machine. Now, we settled in and prepared for our next adventure.

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In Chapter 14, we get back to nature and what's real as we hike our greatest national parks. There's plenty of kinky fun, too as we make new friends and new music.

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Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 14



"Oh, freedom land, Can you let this go, Down to the streets where the numbers grow,  Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways,  Or trade away our children's days,  Or trade away our children's days. 

Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways,  Or trade away our children's days."

Yosemite. Say the words "breathtaking", "spectacular", "cosmic", or any descriptive adjective and you say nothing. It is something to experience, to absorb and to wallow into otherwise it is just pictures. Oh, but what pictures! Ordinarily, the mind goes to Ansel Adams and his monumental images. But not me. Do you remember your old Viewmaster, you know, the plastic binocular viewer with the wheels of tiny pictures. You clicked the side lever and the picture advanced in the viewer, right? We all had one. Among the reels of images was one of Yosemite. Those reels were pretty indestructible under normal usage and why mine didn't fall apart is a mystery of the ages because that one was my favorite. To me, it evoked the western wilderness of the nineteenth century, it was explorers, pioneers, adventurers and seekers - all people I yearned to be. Now, standing in Yosemite Valley and in the presence of El Capitan, I was inside the Viewmaster and I was hyperventilating.

We awoke at dawn and drove south to Route 140 into the High Sierras. As the park opened up to us, a silence pervaded Big Chocolate. Our final destination was Camp Curry where Amy had reserved their largest cabin weeks ago. And while it wasn't far up the road, it took us nearly all day to get there. It was impossible not to stop and walk around within sight of majestic Sequoias or Half Dome or Bridalveil Falls or the amazing Yosemite Falls or El Capitan. See what I mean? We intended to stop at The Ahwahnee for lunch and maybe a horseback tour but we never did make it, stopping instead for galley-made focaccia sandwiches under the Royal Arches.

By the time we reached the cabin, we were exhausted from the sheer volume of being dazed, or maybe it was the other way around. As the sun set and the clean air surrounded us, the stars emerged in a mystical light. We sat on porch rockers as the sounds of other campers drifted through the forest. Mark got out his violin and I my Martin and we began to improvise on all sorts of Americana themes, from country to cowboy and all sorts of sounds between. Unbeknownst to us, we attracted other campers who sat under the mighty trees. They quietly listened to our music. I only realized they were there when I saw the lit tips of cigarettes appear in little flashes. I understood that we were casting a spell and weaving magic in this holy place. Amy surprised me when she pulled out a harmonica and ably added another texture to the sound. As Santo lay stretched out beneath her feet, I closed my eyes and let my guitar express my feelings. We played for almost an hour before a Park Ranger arrived. He was very hospitable and he thanked us for our impromptu concert but asked that we end it as it was bedtime for humans but not for bears and other sorts of unwanted visitors. We stopped playing and listened as people drifted off. The Ranger asked for our autographs before he, too, walked into the night.

Our cabin was homey and rustic. We stayed up for a while playing whist and getting a buzz before we snuggled into our cozy beds. Sometime in the night, we heard the calls of animals (perhaps coyotes?) and I had to settle Santo down. He decided to hop on the bed and sleep at our feet. In the morning, we rose early and had a good breakfast before hiking down toward the Misty Isles. First, we took the trail to the Ulilouette arriving at an amazing panoramic point which opened up the vast wilderness to us. As we were alone, I passed the peace pipe. Mark found a bear loping through a meadow in his binoculars. We then followed down along the river on the John Muir Trail to Vernal Falls, past rapids and boulder-strewn streams to Emerald Pool, Nevada Falls and Mirror Lake. By this time, we were pretty exhausted and were stopping more often to rest and have pleasant conversation with other hikers. Somehow we dragged ourselves all the way back to our cabin. I walked Santo, showered and collapsed for another good night's sleep. The others actually ate some dinner and stayed up but I was down for the count.

The next morning, we pulled up stakes and drove back west toward 49 North. We stopped for some chachkas and momentos in Yosemite Village and took some group pictures. Heading west through the park was nearly as exciting as driving in. Waterfalls, deep verdant valleys, grand meadows, ancient giant sequoias, all exposed this vast wilderness park as the marvel it truly is - a national treasure. We spoke about the place a lot and I noticed that since we arrived, we'd spoken in hushed tones so as not to invade the tranquility.

I'd wanted to take Route 120 through the Sierras but the road was closed due to rockslides and rain damage. Given the high elevation of this road and the perils of driving it in our bus, it was just as well to travel a safer route further north to 108. Passing through little cowboy villages, you could almost imagine Conastoga Wagons passing by. Good God, this was beautiful land. We took the long drive into Sonora Pass through the mountains (and this was another spectacular passage) to Sonora Junction and Route 395 North. We passed into Nevada at Topaz Lake. Night was falling by the time we reached the Zephyr Cove RV Resort on the southeastern shore of Lake Tahoe but we made it just in time for the last moments of a glorious sunset. By the time we set up, the reflection of the moon upon the water had the makings of a very romantic night. We walked along the shore hand in hand and dog on leash. Several times, I had to stop and take Amy into my arms. Back in the bus, we settled into our beds and made some mad passion. Listening to Mark and Deb in their bed made for a very stimulating soundtrack.

The next morning was a disappointment. We had intended to take a touristy boat tour of the Lake but rain showers rolled in and a mist rose off the lake. Instead, we decided to keep heading north to Carson City, then to Reno and I-80. We considered stopping on the way to visit the Cartwright's Bonanza Ranch out side Virginia City but passed because we could always see them on nostalgia channel reruns. And anyway, they're all up on Boot Hill these days.

Much of this trip progressed slowly since the road was a route of steep inclines followed by riding the breaks down. South of Reno, we stopped to check out Indian ruins and to pick up the vibe. Reno, "The Biggest Little City In The World" seemed like a big honky-tonk. We liked Sparks better because it looked more Victorian and and like the set of a TV western.

We talked about stopping a casino for a very short break and while no one was really wild for the idea, I remembered my previous luck and agreed, Aw, what the hell. What the fuck, it's only a buck, right? We decided to walk in the $100 each and see what happens. After walking Santo and stretching my legs, I joined the others inside. Mark had won $75 and he was done. Amy and Deb pooled their money and were playing different games and they were losing. Finally, they decided to kill their last few bucks at Roulette. This was a good choice. After four spins, they were up about $300 and chose to quit. Walking past the Big Six Wheel, they put twenty dollars down and won another $400 just like that.

Now it was my turn so I did what I usually do to see where I might be sitting on the bell curve at that moment. I hit three Blackjack tables in a row losing at each. At the fourth table, I won back my losses. I figured I was on a twenty-five percent roll so I decided to push one more time. I won two hands in a row and folded. I was $40 ahead and we could all walk out winners. So we did.

As soon as we got into the bus, I asked if anyone would write something down for me. As we tolled back onto I-80 I recited:

"The earth quakes when they walk through the door,  Dealers shake when they strut cross the floor.  Johns ache because they know the score,  Tell the tellers to start counting the greens and make way for the Casino Queens,  Stay out of the way of the Casino Queens."

"That's all I got!" Light applause followed and the ladies went to work on it. Mark said that he had something rolling around his head, too. He pulled out my guitar and started to play a rolling lick that ran in time to the engine and the wheels of the bus. When he had it going in a progression, he began to sing the words of "Big Chocolate" And it worked. It worked great. Soon we were singing along and I knew we had a good one, one that would just freak out Begley. We went on like this for a while. The girls soon tired of leafing through the Rhyming Dictionary and put their notebook down.

I was driving steady under dramatically cloudy skies. I-80 was cowboy country. We sang "Wild Horses" and "Mustang Sally" playing a contest of who could come up with the next song in the series. Poor Deb, she can't sing a lick. She has absolutely no musical talent al all except exquisite taste and intelligent ears. But she did come up with some good songs like "Chestnut Mare", "Cowgirl In The Sand" and "I Want A Horse" although she did get booed for "A Horse With No Name." Amy pulled out "Which Way Does That Old Pony Run" and "Dig A Pony." Mark came through with "Ride Your Pony and "Space Cowboy." We all agreed that it was a better car game than License Bingo.

The Nevada desert was bare and lifeless. Boring, too. It was nice and flat though and I was making great mileage. With a few stops for fuel, dog walks and stretches, it was just a haul, even snow-capped mountains began to seem ordinary. Things turned green around Lovelock but it was short-lived. I drove and drove. Amy had selected a couple of RV parks near Elko but after checking them out we moved on. One was a dustbowl, one didn't have a big enough pull-in for us and one was just a dump. We drove on deciding to head into Idaho rather that head toward the Bonneville Salt Flats and Salt Lake City. Route 93 was a more scenic route anyway. We finally ended up at a KOA near Twin Falls and I was punchy. Fortunately, the camp was relatively deserted and we found a large pull-through, working hook-ups and good wi-fi.

As we settled in for dinner in our screened patio, George called to tell us he'd meet us at Yellowstone in two days. Immediately after, Annie called and said that she'd be there also in two days. We told them both that we'd be parking the RV at the Wagon Wheel in West Yellowstone, Montana and they agreed to meet us there. From there, we would all enter the park together. We'd made two RV reservations at Fishing Bridge. Amy had also thought ahead to purchase full passes for all National Parks. Annie said that she'd already cleared all the permissions for photographs within the park wherever we wanted to set up. It looked as though our preparation for Yellowstone was complete. We now had two full days to wander through Idaho and Montana.

It was a cool and quiet evening. Halfway through dinner, we decided to move back into the bus as the evening chill intensified. Maybe it wasn't that cold but we'd become used to warmer climes. I turned up the heat and in a few minutes, as the floor heated up, the rest of the bus followed. Santo really liked that floor; he was rolled up in a ball snuggling his 'nice blanket.' We'd been dressed in our UC Berkeley sweats but we slowly began to remove layers. Maybe it was the good Rutherford Ranch wine we were going that raised our body heat. We were smoking some of Larry's weed which was mighty snappy and we were feeling no pain. Still, it was pretty warm in there.

"Ok, I have something important to announce. It's very important!"

"Ok, Davy, we all ears."

"What I have to say is that my balls are itching me. Been like that all day."

"Oh, I understand. The short and curlies are returning. Well, we'll have to take care of this immediately. spread 'em!"

I dropped my sweats and sat back on the recliner. Amy put a towel under me and then poured Eucerin all over me. Mark and Deb just sat and watched as she lathered my balls with the lotion.

"Does that feel any better?"

"Yes and no. Yes, my balls feel better and don't itch. But now, what I do with this woody?"

Amy stroked my greasy cock while she rubbed more lotion onto my balls and ass. Several times, her index finger popped into me and that made me feel even better. She slowly stroked me until I began to flex and then her speed picked up. She was working me with one hand in a ring around my shaft and the other pulling at my crown. Her fingers tightened until I could hold out no longer. The rocket was about to launch and the countdown was nearing its climax. She opened her mouth a few inches from the crown and I started shooting ropes which spattered her face. The second and third ropes made it into her mouth and she licked her lips. I was done. Happy but done...at least for a few minutes.

"Mark, you're next!"

Deb placed a towel under Mark's butt and proceeded to lotion him up and jerk him off. She squeezed his dick which not only slowed him down but also increased the size of his crown, now fat and bulbous and about to launch itself. Mark began to shoot onto Deb's face. Instead of swallowing any of it, she enjoyed the facial.

We bantered for a while until we wearily passed out. In the morning, we awoke a bit startled as Mark was sprawled out on the couch and I was in the recliner The girls were asleep in the bedroom. I walked Santo, made coffee and took my shower before Mark. We let the girls snore away. They didn't awaken until we were already on the road heading east along I-84. I stopped to fuel up and commented to the station attendant that Idaho was strange country. He said that Craters of the Moon Park was the strangest place in all of Idaho let alone the rest of the country. Back on the road, I checked the GPS and asked Amy to make reservations for the night near Arco. When I saw the turn-off for Craters of the Moon National Park, I turned in.

While we'd all heard of this place, we were not prepared for the adventure ahead. This place turned out to be one of our most memorable stops. A huge dry basalt plain off the Snake River, the terrain and the environment was eerie and weird, like really being on another planet or maybe even the moon. Amy read to us that the Astronauts make trips here during their training and that NASA tests space rovers on the dry sandy hills and flatlands. After lunch, we took a hike into the craters. It was a lonely and desolate place. With a warm wind blowing under a clear and cloudless sky coupled with the utter silence, we were on some distant planet. I reminded everyone of the Twilight Zone episode entitled "I Shot An Arrow" and how similar it felt.

The park was hardly busy but we saw some hikers off in distance places. We saw little animals scamper into holes. We finally took a break on the rim of a crater where there was a small lookout pavilion. We broke out our water and were discussing how out of body and disoriented we all felt when a pair of hikers came up the ridge. They, too, seemed a little disjointed and we had a strange kind of stoned conversation with them. It turned out that they were long-time RV travelers who had ventured up from Salt Lake City deep into Montana and were now heading back. Alan was a stock broker and Anna was a hospital administrator, both in their late thirties and into their second and third marriages. They both looked a little too hip for Salt Lake City and sure enough, when he pulled out a joint, we all became better friends.

Alan kept looking at me strangely and finally blurted out, "I know you but I can't place you. You're what's-his-name..."

"Yeah, you right! That's me!"

"No...I mean you're a singer...Danny...Davy..."

I introduced myself and his eyes opened wide. He apologized to me and I told him it was quite okay. After we introduced ourselves around, he recognized Mark, too. We all spent the next couple of hours stoned, laughing together on the moon and having a great time with these people. We came across a small group of building and tents surrounded by barbed wire with a "Keep Out - Area Under Armed Guard - Federal Property" sign and we wondered what kind of 'Area 51' stuff went on inside. At half past three, we headed back to our RVs as the park was soon to close. Their RV was a small affair similar to the rental I'd first started out in. They simply freaked out when they saw ours. They asked where we were spending the night and it turned out that they would be at the same place, Mountain View, in Arco. We chose to meet there and make a pot luck dinner. As I drove out of the park, the wackiness of driving Big Chocolate across the moon was apparent. Arco's sudden greenery only made the feeling more peculiar.

The RV camp was empty. Our RVs were the only ones in the area where they provided 50amp hook-ups. Toward the other end of the camp, about 150 yards away, were a bunch of smaller camper/tent combos and, except for a couple of Coleman lamps lit within them, it was a pretty dark, quiet space and we were all alone. The evening chill wasn't bad under our screened porch. Alan brought over their outdoor firepit and it heated the space well. Amy and Deb prepared veal parmesan and broccoli. Anna made Pasta and Vegetables. With flowing wine and warm garlic baguettes, it was a tasty dinner. They were a very loose and open couple. They were also warm and funny. We got along very well. They couldn't believe all the amenities we had and they were both fascinated by the green aspects of the bus. It was a subject they had been discussing for weeks; how to make the RV trips more eco-friendly. As the sun set, we took turns climbing the ladder to the terrace. Not surprisingly, the sunset across this odd land made for an interesting vista.

Anna was fascinated by the fact that we had a portable hot tub so after dinner, a clearly whacked out bunch set it up. It was an easy job since the inflation valves had compressed air tanks attached. I took the water hook-up and filled the tub while we drank some more vino with our dessert of ice cream and angel-food cake. When the tub was about half-filled, I followed the instructions and added some chemicals and then turned on the small heater. It didn't seem too long before it was filled and the water was at 102 degrees raising a mist into the air. I turned on the jet switch and with a low hum, the tub began to flow and bubble.

"Let's put on our suits," said Anna pulling Alan to their camper.

"Um...how do you feel about no suits," asked Amy, "we prefer it that way."

"Great, me too," Anna said happily, "I wasn't sure where you all were coming from. What's the point of bathing suits in a hot tub! We'll just get our robes and some towels."

When they returned, we were just getting into the tub which was just big enough for six to sit on the built-in seats with the water just up to our chests. Anna dropped her robe and hopped in. Her slim body was cute with small breasts and pert nipples. You could describe her athletic body as boyish except for her lightly tufted vagina. Her legs were nice and long. Alan was also in runner's shape with a well-defined hairless chest. His cock was very long and thin and I guessed about nine inches. 

Deb, whose nipples floated on the water, broke the ice. "Alan, your cock looks a lot like my favorite vibrator."

"Thanks, Deb. I modeled for it. And your body looks like my favorite inflatable doll."

"You mean, our favorite inflatable doll. Don't you, dear."

Between laughter and innuendo, we learned that they first met at a group sex party thrown by mutual friends. From what they were telling us, it seemed like Salt Lake City had a lot of group sex parties.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 14



"My partner and I were in the midst of a fight and we weren't having a good time. It was our first time going to this kind of party and we thought it would help us both. But it didn't. She went off to another room and I found myself with Alan, who couldn't stop staring at me. The woman who brought him to the party was into the group scene and it was Alan's first time; she left him alone so she could join an orgy in another room. We left a little while later and went to his place. We haven't been apart since."

"Have you had any group scenes since?" asked Deb.

"Yes, a couple of times. We had threesomes with a few women...and we talk a lot about our fantasies. And what about you four? It must get pretty close in that bus."

"Actually, there's lots of room. It's really very well designed," said Amy, "but as long as you asked, we're all bisexual and we have lots of fun together. This is our first vacation together and we're on our way to Yellowstone for some business and pleasure."

The hot tub was soothing and we melted into the warm bubbling water, our bodies closely attached. We were all playful with each other as feet found their way into laps and crotches. I wondered whose toes were playing with my balls. As there was so much subtle movement, it could have been anyone's and might have been, at different times, everyone's. Mark was the first to get up and out of the tub.

"Ooh," squealed Anna, "your balls are shaved. That looks so cool."

"Yes, and so are Davy's. As I said, we have lots of fun together."

"Can I see?"

Mark approached her and I got up and stood next to him. She reached out and felt them saying how nice they felt. She leaned over and whispered something into Alan's ear. He slowly lifted his hands to our balls and felt them. Anna smiled at him.

"Alan has some bisexual fantasies. I've been encouraging him to indulge but so far we haven't done anything...I mean with another man, just with my vibrator. Maybe tonight's the night." She looked at him and smiled again.

"Ahem...I think maybe we should take this inside. What do you all say?"

I knew they would all agree and after they all toweled off in the cool night air and put on their robes, I let the water drain from the tub. The tub, by the way, came with a hose to drain the chemical-treated water into the waste tank. Nice feature.

I entered the bus and poured a glass of wine. Alan handed me a joint. Amy had just finished the tour and asked everyone to join her in the bedroom.

"I need an orgasm. Who wants me?"

Amy sat down on the bed and tilted the top up a little. She spread her legs apart and Anna dove right in. The rest of us crawled around her and kissed, sucked and played with different parts. The six of us moved around the bed randomly touching and feeling each other. Deb began to laugh and scurried out to her bed and suitcase. We were curious to see what was so funny. She returned with her glass dildo and holding it in one hand and holding Alan's dick in the other, she was right. They did look alike. We all cracked up. I lit another joint and sipped my wine as I watched them get into it again. Meanwhile I got hard from watching this hot scene.

Anna lifted her face from Deb's puss and looked at Alan. "Come on, honey, now's your chance."

She held Mark's cock in front of his face. He stared at it. "I've never been this close to another cock before." She took his hand and placed it on Mark's testicles. We all watched him as he felt them and then moved up his cock to slowly stroke it. Anna whispered encouraging words to him and he move closer. His tongue snaked out and licked the head. Mark's cock bounced at the tentative lick. Alan seemed intrigued with his first taste and very slowly took it into his mouth. Anna leaned down and whispered more and kissed him. She reached in and held Mark's cock at the base and fed it to Alan. Alan seemed to take to it like a duck to water and he became more demonstrative. Mark groaned his approval as we sat and watched, absorbed by the scene before us.

"Will you take his come?" whispered Anna, "Will you do that for me? Will you share his cum with me?" Alan pulled away from Mark and shared some tongue with his wife. "I can taste him."

I'd set the mood lighting into a soft red and it made it gave us a faint glow of badness, like a classic New Orleans bordello. I set the music to The Rolling Stones to add a touch of hedonism. I got up from the bed to make it a touch louder and when I returned, Amy and Deb had made a space for me between them. I made a quick short stop before getting between them in that as I passed Anna's upturned ass, I stuck my tongue between her cheeks and lapped her ass.

"Oh, Cherry, oh Cherry, oh baby,  Doncha know I'm in need of thee,  You don't believe it true,  Why don't you love me, too,  It's so long I been waiting,  For you to come right in,  Now that we are together,  Is make my joy run over."

"Alan, Davy is rimming my ass right now." Alan was now enjoying his first cock and could only moan at the news.

I got between the girls and they rolled onto my sides, humping their snatches against my legs. The three of us got into a three-way kiss, more like a face fuck as they devoured me. Their hands stroked my cock as I put my arms around them. Feeling their dampness as they rode my thighs made me throb very quickly as the room filled with the scent of pussy. Amy and Debby leaned away from me and began to kiss each other as I rubbed their backs.

Mark moved Alan onto the bed so he could lie back, His head was between my legs and in a great position to lick some pussy as Amy shifted over to him. "Hey, make some room for me," said Anna as she pulled him lower on the bed and sat down on his face so she could watch Alan. Leaning forward, she was getting a close up look as well as holding Mark's stem.

"I'm going to cum soon, Alan, so get ready." Alan increased his sucking on Mark's crown while he pumped the stem. "Oh, shit. Here it comes. Here it comes. Yeah, man. Drink my cum." His cock erupted in the rising cum that flowed into Alan's mouth. Alan was keen on swallowing it all but Anna pulled him up to get Mark's final spurt. She then frenched Alan and cum passed between them.

As we had stopped our lovemaking to watch, we broke into applause. Alan smiled and remarked, "That was cool. Your cock felt good in my mouth and I liked the power of making you cum...of giving you pleasure. Now I see why sucking cock is so good...from the other end."

We sat around and shared some wine and some pot. Hands caressed body parts and wandered aimlessly. Amy suggested that Alan deserved a treat so she and Deb scooted onto him. Amy lay on her back as he penetrated her while Deb licked his stem and Amy's clit. His eyes closed and he was in heaven. Mark went to work - if you can call it that - on his wife's damp honeypot.

I turned Anna onto her knees and leaning into her ass, began to lick it down to her taint. I got up behind her and pushed my hardness into her butt. At first, she seemed to fight me but soon I felt her loosen up and accept me. As her ring relaxed, I slid in and made easy strokes. Her pussy was close to Amy's head and I pushed her closer so Amy could have a taste. Amy's hand reached up and caressed my balls as Anna leaned onto her gifted mouth.

The bed was shaking with all the movement going on and the shaking only increased as the intensity rose. I reached around and played with Anna's nipples while she thrust back against my cock. I knew that this would end soon with my cum in her bowels. Alan beat me to it as he began to moan and push himself into Amy. "I can't...I'm going to...aaaaaahhhhh." He humped her as he emptied his balls and then quickly slipped out with a pop. Anna immediately leaned down and proceed to drink his cum from Amy. They were in a hot sixty-nine with me up Anna's ass. Mark watched with his eyes popping out as I drove my cock into her. I couldn't hold out any longer and began to pump my cum into her. She was loving this as she arched up and pushed back against me. Deb gave out a squeal as she came soaking Mark's face. It squirted onto him and dripped down his grinning face.

My soft cock slipped out and I took that moment to take a leak. While I was peeing, I could hear Amy and Anna in the throes of orgasm. Anna was apparently doing a great job because I heard Amy's guttural, deep down growl followed by those great hiccups. I walked back in to watch Deb's fingers diddling Anna and she followed with shouts, giggles and a few high-pitched piercing yells...talk about being vocal! This woman let it all out and then proceeded to collapse atop Amy.

"Gee," I observed, "This place look like a tornado hit it...and it smells like the cheerleader's locker room after the big game, too! Did everyone have a good time?"

"When did you become the emcee?" smiled Amy.

"Yeah, Mr. Big Shot, the last I knew you were a performer!" said Deb.

"Ouch!" added Mark, "Sounds to me like a 'gotcha'!"

I raised my arms and shrugged. "Ok, ok. I get no respect." I lit a jay.

"Well I think that was great," said Anna. "Alan got some cock and I got a little of it,too. I got some 'gina, Davy nailed my ass, Amy got my puss and Deb got a piece of it, too. Mark filled Alan and there we go."

"Are we done already," asked Alan.

"No, baby. We're done here but we're not done. I want to go back to our bed, fuck you silly and then pass out. Does that work for you?"

"It certainly does." Alan rose from the bed and headed for the john. Soon, their robed bodies were down the steps. "If our RV's a-rockin', come a-knockin!" We wished them well.

Amy and Deb made a little snack of cheese and crackers as we sat around in a mellow, post-orgasmic glow. Agreeing that it was great fun, we settled in to watch some TV. Fortunately, we found some old Twilight Zones, the half-hour ones, on a nostalgia channel. It was the classic Burgess Meredith episode, "All The Time In The World".

In the morning, Anna and Alan stopped by for kisses and thanks before they pulled out towards Utah. We had a day to ramble around. After walking Santo, packing away the hot tub and cleaning up the bus, we looked over the map. We chose not to take the more direct route which would take us around the nuclear testing area. Instead, we'd head north on 33 to 22 to Dubois, under I-15 and then north on 22 to 20 ending up in West Yellowstone in the evening. Idaho was dreary country until we got up to Targhee National Forest. Here, the terrain became more colorful and dramatic. The hills had a reddish tinge and seemed more towering. Against the green of the trees, it was a fascinating sight, if not beautiful. We stopped to take some pictures of a box canyon in Harriman State Park and had a little lunch. Santo liked it here, or at least I think he did after marking the place about twenty times. Along the Montana border, the terrain changed dramatically again. Suddenly, we were in 'Big Sky Country', 'Marlboro Country', cowboy country. We stopped to take in Henry's Lake and to admire the snow-capped peaks off in the distance. The lake shimmered in the late afternoon sun. We watched a couple of fishermen unload their catch and some of those fish were huge. We crossed the border into Montana and headed for West Yellowstone.

As I checked in, the manager seemed awestruck and stuttering. I asked her if she was alright.

"I can't believe I'm meeting you. I love your music. I'm Rosie. Your song, "Rosie and Meadowlark" was my wedding song." She was blushing. "I have a pull-through next to Mr. Clooney, who arrived about a half-hour ago. Golly, he's so handsome. I can't believe what a day this has turned out to be! Now, if you will sign here...and could I take a picture with you, Mr. Harper?"

"Certainly, Rosie. I'm honored that you liked my song enough to..."

"Actually, I used it twice. My first husband skipped out on me not long after the wedding. When I married Wolf, I used it again. I just love that song. Now, if you'll just pull in and set up, I'll come over in a few minutes, if that's alright with you. Oh, and Ms. Liebovitz left a message for you."

Annie said that she'd be down in the morning driving in from her place near Bozeman. I pulled Big Chocolate into the space and we set about opening it up. George's RV was an over-the-cab rental with plenty of space between us. He and Sarah came over while we were setting up.

"Welcome, pilgrims." he greeted us. Amy and Sarah looked at each other for a moment and then burst out laughing and huggling each other. "You know each other?"

"We sure as hell do! Sarah worked as a waitress for me in Aspen. When I left to get married, she took over as the Seating Hostess. How ya' been, girlfriend? Small World! Look's like we caught ourselves some big fish!" They hugged and quickly jumped into Big Chocolate to chat and catch up. George, Mark and I took a walk around the grounds with Santo and talked about our trip.

"I'm sorry I missed Yosemite."

"Oh, you have to make the trip. What an amazing place. You'll get there."

As we returned to the RV, we could hear squeals of laughter coming from within. We agreed that it was fortunate that they knew each other and got along as it would make our Yellowstone adventure even more fun. Rosie was approaching too. I called into the bus and asked if one of them could help us with a photograph. Deb, our 'staff photographer' took a nice shot of Rosie between George, Mark and me. I took out my Martin and on the steps of Big Chocolate, played for her.

"Rosie and Meadowlark had something special,  They hiked the green mountains and swam in blue lakes,  They laughed at the same things and shared little secrets,  With a feeling of friendship all covered in love.

Rosie and Meadowlark were bonded together Rosie and Meadowlark were birds of a feather Rosie and Meadowlark were like hands in kid leather Meadowlark sang songs to his Rosie in heather."

I'd forgotten the words as it had been so many years since I sang that song. Rosie, in a soft little voice, picked up the lyrics and finished the song. Her cheeks were covered in tears.

"I never thought I'd ever sing that song with you, of all people. I'll never forget this...and I'm gonna tell everyone in town! I can't wait!"

Amy popped a bottle of wine and passed around glasses. Everyone thought the scene was so beautiful. I promised Rosie I'd relearn the song and rerecord it, dedicated to her. George asked her for a good place to eat and she suggested Sydney's Mountain Bistro. Before she returned to the office, she said she'd call ahead and let them know we were coming. We showered and dressed and drove over in George's trailer. It was considerably cozier than Big Chocolate and I considered just how spoiled I'd become.

Sydney's was a delightful place although our welcome was a bit overdone. I realized that they were not used to celebrities in their midst and we posed for pictures with the owner and all his staff. When we finally sat down to eat, the owner brought over a bottle of wine on the house. I had their specialty, Salmon in Chili Sauce, and it was superb. Everyone at the table had to taste it but that was fine with me because I got to taste all of their entrees and I will tell you - all the food was delicious.

After dinner, we returned to Big Chocolate for a nightcap. I noticed that George seemed to be observing me and occasionally asking me questions. Nothing heavy, mind you, but certain intimate thoughts about my career and about the music.

"Don't be so preoccupied with me, George. Relax. Don't be afraid to ask me anything, I'll tell you. But let me make it clear, the music is everything, George. It's the beginning and the end. It lives inside me like another organ. I think in music, I just can't help it, it's always been that way. Until Amy, I never felt that I could share that part of me so naturally but we are music and together a duetto. It's all about the music to me all the time. It's how I express my inner thoughts, it's how I expose myself. For a long time, things were tough for me but never the music, even when it was hiding within. It's my blood. When I make music with Mark or other musicians, I stop thinking and I become part of the river we all flow in and it takes me places. Maybe someone else can describe it better, maybe in a more linear fashion, but to me, music is not an abstraction. It's just me and it's a big part of who I am."

"Davy's right," said Mark. "I'd forgotten how natural and right the music was until we hooked up. Playing with him allows me to close my eyes and flow in the big river. We talk to each other in some deep statements. I listen to him and I trust that we're communicating. I know we are...and it makes the creativity in me grow and easier to express. It's all about the music. He has that affect on everyone who makes music with him. His music says, "It's alright. I understand. I hear. I know...and this is what I have to say to that..." I don't know how else to explain it."

"So, what you're telling me is that even when times are bad, the music never is?"

"Right, George. When I was burying my dad - and let me tell you, I really miss him - and everyone around his grave was crying, and my mom was crying and my sisters were crying, I heard his symphony in my head and I knew he was listening. When my wife left me and I was left penniless and I found myself on line in the soup kitchen, I heard music in the pain of those around me and it helped mec live through the pain. I wished they could hear it, too, so maybe it could help them. Whenever I play now, I look to make the audience understand the conversation I am having with the other musicians or between me and the audience...those who are listening, who can hear. Does any of this make any sense to you?"

"Yes it does. More than you can imagine. One of the aspects of the character I'm developing is that he exists in a sort of cosmic soup of music. While people and things can be tumbling around him, he hears something that carries him through - and makes him stronger. You know an actor goes within himself to pull material to create a character. When he finds a good group of collaborators, together, as individuals, they can tell a good story. An artist paints his canvas to express his feelings but he's by himself, in his own world. A musician does this, too, but when he finds kindred collaborators who all speak in a unified theme, they create a sound...a blend of sounds...that stir the emotions of people...like that Rosie. All of these creative people need to connect to the audience to complete the circle. Your song spoke to Rosie in ways you never could imagine when you wrote it and it stirs emotions in different ways to different people. Do you see what I'm getting at? My character can be desperate but he can touch and uplift people with his gift...or at least he's desperately trying to communicate with them. My character's crisis is that be believes he speaks in his own language and therefore can't communicate through the babble. He's desperate to cross over."

"Too heavy. Too intellectual. The music is not intellectual. It's spiritual. At it's very core, it's spiritual. It flows out of you. It just happens. You don't think about it. It just flows like an always open tap. Your character should take comfort in the knowledge that someone somwhere understands."

"Now, that's an interesting concept! And with that thought, Sarah and I will bid you a good night. Tomorrow is here already and we need our energy."

We bid them a good night after offering our amenities to them come morning. I knew that after trying out their shower, ours would be oh, so inviting. Amy and I sat down at the computer to check our email before we turned in. Susan, from Tesla, emailed us asking for the latest logs and readouts so we uploaded them. Annie wrote that she'd pull in by nine am. She mentioned that she was picking up a Vanity Fair writer, Laura, who was flying into Bozeman to join us. Annie also said that she and Graydon had made some special arrangements with the Parks Service and she'd fill me in. It sounded good to me. I then emailed my daughter asking if she'd like to fly out with her family for an Aspen vacation. YouTube had some clips from Sebastian's Berkeley show and we all watched a few clips. Man, "Life Is A Carnival" sure did start out shaky but as it went on, it got tighter and really fun. The Amys were excellent and I commented that there just might be a tour in the future. But the clips were from a ways back in the theater and difficult to watch. With our eyes starting to hurt, we shut it down and headed for bed, where Santo was already sprawled.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 14



We were up at eight. We were already showered and working on coffee when George and Sarah knocked.

"I have to ask a favor," he said. "I'm having a problem with our shower. I wonder if you could maybe take a look at it. I'm not real good with this stuff."

"Not now, George, maybe later. For now, use ours. Coffee and English muffins and jam are on the galley counter. We're about to walk Santo so please, make yourself comfortable."

We took Santo out and I commented to Mark, "Somehow, I knew they'd be over to shower." We laughed. It was quiet and clear outside. The sun was out but the air was crisp due to the higher elevation. Off in the distance, the sharp arretes of the mountains cut the sky like razors. We were heading back when a beat up Land Rover towing a small Airstream pulled in. It was Annie Liebovitz at the wheel, her long blond hair flying wildly from the open window.

"Annie, welcome, you're just in time for coffee."

"First the bathroom, thank you."

We showed Annie and Laura into Big Chocolate which immediately brought a big wow. "Graydon was right. This is the way to go." Laura asked about our travels thus far and how much longer we intended to roam.

"After Yellowstone, we're heading back down to Aspen for a while. We have much to do and while we can do most of it remotely and through the web, Amy and I want to settle in for a while and focus on some recording projects as well as some other businesses we're in. TEventually, we'll get back on the road heading east."

"Davy, I've been meaning to ask you about this but it keeps slipping my mind. What exactly do you have to do back east?"

"You know, Amy, I'm not sure anymore. I did want to tend to my stuff in storage but that's no biggie. I want to see my kids but that can happen anywhere. I've been thinking that I'm no longer in any sort of rush. When I started this trip, I thought that Long Island was home but that was then. Now, I feel like anywhere I'm with you, I'm home."

"Uh-oh. I hear another song there," gibed Mark.

"He so romantic. I just love him," cooed Amy.

"Yeah, maybe. 'Don't matter where we go or where we roam...I'm with you and that feels like home.' Could be something there."

"What there is is a sloppy kiss for my big lug."

We sat around and talked about Yellowstone. Annie said that once we get into the park, we were to head for the Park Ranger's office in Mammoth first. "They arranged for us to stay in a more private area of well-stocked guest cabins designed for visiting dignitaries. They also want to take us on a helicopter tour of the park (this news brought gasps). They want to know if you'd be interested in a horseback tour. They're also wondering if you might be interested in doing a free outdoor concert in the amphitheater."

"Yeah, I think we can do that. It's the least we can do for a helicopter ride."

"Good. It will make for a good photo op. Also, I think the helicopter and the horses will take us to some other unique settings."

"I'd love to take that horseback tour," said George. Sarah and Deb weren't so amenable to that idea.

"I've been to Yellowstone before but I've never had the cook's tour. I'm excited...and I can't wait to start shooting. This is a great gig."

"Well then, let's get a move on. We'll head into the park and take 89 up to Mammoth. Let's do it!"

Laura asked if she could drive with us and pick up some of our vibe. We loaded up and stopped to give Rosie a kiss goodbye. Within a few short minutes, we were in Wyoming and had already spotted several bald eagles and a lone elk standing in a meadow. Madison River and the Rockies seemed to be our guides along the road. As we approached 89N, traffic came to a halt to allow some bison to cross over the road. My immediate sensation was that we humans were only temporary visitors in this special place. As we inched our way north, we passed through ravines and stony passes, we passed alongside some bubbling geothermal springs, we viewed falls raining down mist from their high ledges, pools of clear blue water and geysers rising in smoky puffs, land colored yellow with sulphur. Amy suggested that we were back in time, in some prehistoric world and she was right, it sure felt that way.

Laura sat next to me and asked me all sorts of questions about my past, about the bus, about my music and mostly my responses were rambling and like us, meandering.

"When did you first know that music was important to you?"

"I can remember listening to Broadway cast albums in large albums of 78s. Stuff like "South Pacific" and "Carousel." My folks liked that stuff and had a big collection. Then my older sister started to play Pat Boone 45s and I remember my friend Paul turning me on to the Fats Domino and Little Richard originals and I stopped listening to Pat Boone. Paul and I put cords on a couple of baseball bats and pretended we were The Everly Brothers. I think the first song I remember really learning to sing was "Wake Up Little Susie." I think the first 45 I ever bought was "Little Star" by The Elegants. I think I still have it. But it really took off for me when my dad gave me a small Motorola transistor radio. It was a black plastic rectangle you could hold in your hand and most of it was a big round speaker. I ran a wire out my window and up the chimney to the TV antenna. At night, when I went to bed, I'd plug in the wire and listen to the WMCA Good Guys or Symphony Sid. I was hearing rock and roll, rhythm and blues and jazz for the first time. I remember one cold winter's night when I began to pick up stations from along the Canadian border...WLS from Chicago...and then stations from down south out of Memphis and Nashville. 

"That's when my head exploded. This was around 1960. Suddenly, I became very popular in school because I knew all these songs that no one else knew and my tastes were becoming very broad and eclectic. I could talk about Elvis, Jackie Wilson, Miles Davis and Leonard Bernstein. About that time, I picked up the guitar. I was playing the trumpet in the school band and watching my older sister take piano lessons. I was very fortunate to have an excellent music teacher, too. He was very progressive and I was an eager student. My older sister had a little Stella that she would play folk songs on and one day, she fell on it and cracked it. I rescued it from the trash and glued the crack up. I took her Mel Bay #1 and began to teach myself how to play. Every night, after I'd done my homework, I'd sit and learn more chords. I did this for about a year and it drove my family crazy but soon I'd gone from "Red River Valley" to "Be-Bop-A-Lula." My uncle bought me a big hardcover of "Folk Songs of North America" by Alan Lomax and I absorbed every song in it. In no time, I was popular with all the girls and I was leading hootenannies. Next thing I remember was The Beatles. I learned their songs overnight and was playing them in the school lunchroom the next day."

Visually, the park was a kaleidoscope of changes and sometimes my thoughts drifted as I became mesmerized. It took only a couple of hours to get up to Mammoth Hot Springs and we pulled up in front of the Park Headquarters. The Park Rangers couldn't have been nicer to us. They led us to a small enclave of four cabins run by the Mammoth Hot Springs Hotel and we settled in quickly because they wanted to give us an introductory lecture, have some lunch and then take us on a helicopter tour. We asked them to cancel our reservations at the Fishing Village. The cabin was well appointed and Santo made himself comfortable although he frequently hopped up on a chair to look out the window and bark at grazing elks or passing bison.

The lecture was fascinating. Ranger Williams explained that we were sitting atop an immense lava flow that vented from the geysers and geothermal pools. He explained that the balance of nature in the park was based upon the heat of the lava flow, the water flowing through the park, the fires that continually modified the ecology and the wildlife that roamed freely. He advised us to keep Santo on a short leash at all times because the bison could become cantankerous and the wolves hungry, not to mention the bears. He narrated over a short film and we hung on his every word.

We walked into the restaurant and had a good basic meal before we were whisked to the heliport where we boarded three choppers normally used for fire patrols. Amy, Annie and Laura joined me as we swept into the park. Williams pointed out amazing things as we flew over the backcountry. He explained that much of the park has yet to be explored and while there were over three hundred falls identified, there were many more yet to be discovered. Each fall we flew over was more spectacular than the last. He pointed out smoky fires off in the distance and explained that the fire was important to the park as it regenerated growth and renewal. We flew over herds of grazing bison and running elk. We watched as a herd of wolves brought down an elk and he explained that since reintroducing wolves back into the park in the 1990s, they had brought back a balance to the herd sizes, allowing the wildlife to flourish and become healthier. We also spotted several grizzly bears dining on a carcass. We flew over rapids and racing rivers, sharp cliffs and deep gorges. He pointed out areas where previous fires had left charred land and standing dead trees and he showed us where the forest was in renewal, now filling again with greenery. We circled down over Old Faithful and Yellowstone Lake before heading back north. Old Faithful was shooting high as we passed over it and I was quite amazed at the large number of tourists who sat around it. It was some sight. Occasionally, I could hear Annie clicking away.

We flew back over bubbling hot springs and geysers, over yellow rock and mud pools. Mountain goats with large curved horns held vigil from atop craggy hills. I was in a National Geographic magazine, I swear. Finally, we landed in Mammoth and I was disappointed, as we all were, because we didn't want the tour to end. It was late afternoon and the Rangers had to complete their daily reports. As we left the choppers, we were all filled with smiles and babbling about what we had seen.

Williams suggested that the next day would be a good one for a horseback tour and suggested that we take a trip up to Gardiner to buy some riding clothes and hats. He also suggested that he and his wife would be glad to take us up there and have some dinner, too. We agreed to meet him at the cabins in an hour and I'd drive the bus.

We were all quick to prepare and soon Big Chocolate was on the road north. Santo was in his glory getting scratches from all the large group. We passed Roosevelt Arch and got out to take a group picture. I stopped and gassed up while also checking the tanks. In Gardiner, we had a ball buying chaps at Kellem's Saddle and cowboy hats (mine was cream colored). As the ladies (except for Annie) would not be joining us on the horseback tour, the boys had great fun buying up cowboy outfits and modeling them. The ladies had a good time buying up jewelry at Wapiti Silver. We also bought a guide book, Fishbein's "Yellowstone Country" at Tumbleweed Bookstore. Finally, we found our way to The Silvertip where we scarfed down food like a ravenous herd. Throughout the trip, Williams and his wife, Mary, filled us in on facts and stories. It was a great evening and we made for a good unit as we headed back to the park. On the way back, we stopped to let some Bighorn sheep pass alongside Boiling River. We boys took some ribbing over our hats but I thought we looked pretty good.

"If I came from Texas, you'd call me 'Tex', right? Well, would would you call me if I came from Shomokin?"

Back at the cabins, we were a weary bunch as we sat around having nightcaps and toking up. Mark and I played for a while and Amy worked on her harmonica chops. We had a little sing-along around the fireplace and Annie was snapping away catching the moment. George actually has a pretty good voice, a nice baritone. We played "Man of Constant Sorrow" and made him sing lead a la "Oh Brother, Where Art Thou."

"I am the man of constant sorrow,  I've seen trouble all my days,  I bid farewell to ol' Kentucky,  The place where I was born and raised.

For six long years I've been in trouble,  no pleasure here on earth I've found,  For in this world, I'm bound to ramble,  I have no friends to help me now.

It's fair thee well, my old true lover,  I never expect to see you again.  For I'm bound to ride that Northern Railroad,  perhaps I'll die upon this train

You can bury me in some deep valley,  For many years where I may lay.  And you may learn to love another while I am sleeping in my grave.

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger My face you never will see no more But there is one promise that is given,  I'll meet you on God's golden shore."

We bid goodnight and settled in for a good night's sleep. Amy and I snuggled under the down covers and made soft quiet love, our favorite kind. Feeling her pubic bone push up against me and the shiver that follows is the complete it, as far as I'm concerned. As most of you can tell, I love sex in all its variations but I will tell you this, and it is a fact, I love sex with my Amy more than I have ever loved sex before. We react so well with each other, her curves fit into me, our minds and our senses connect and damn, I fit so well into her vagina, it's custom made.

"I love you, Amy."

"Say it again."

"I love you, Amy."

"Mmmm, never stop telling me."

Up with the morning light, I was dressed in my Marlboro Man outfit and walking Santo. Tex and Waco met me outside their cabins and we waited for our Ranger/Guide.

"While we're roundin' up all the little dogies, the hussies are goin' on a guided hike up in the hills. We'll all meet up later at the chuck wagon."

"Yep."

A off-road GMC pulled up. The driver, Ranger Wilson, was amazed. "It looks like you guys are dressed up for a movie shoot. Where's the other rider?"

Annie came racing up to the truck and jumped in. She looked at us and burst out laughing.

"Ok. Get it out of your system, Annie," smiled George. "At least, you look like a serious rider. Your outfit is broken in."

"I don't ride as much as I used to but yeah, I ride."

We drove a little while until we got to the stables. At least, no one there laughed at us. I think they were more surprised that we were all accomplished riders. And while I hadn't been horseback in many years, it's a skill you never forget. All the horses were beautiful animals. My horse was named "Nippier" and he was all muscle and deep chestnut.

Our leader was an older weatherbeaten gentleman who slightly resembled Sam Elliot named Rusty. I joked to the boys that they should all refer to me as "The Dude" or "His Dudeness." Even Wilson laughed at that.

"Now, men, I've been ordered to show you a good look at the backcountry today. I've also been ordered to make sure none of you get hurt or incur any form of discomfort or injury, so the rule of the day is to follow every order I give because I love my job. This is wild country and lots of things can happen at the blink of an eye. When we come across wildlife, we observe them at a distance. We don't trespass into their invisible line of territory. Ever. If we approach bubbling springs, we observe at a distance. There can be poisonous fumes so again, we keep our distance. Now, I understand that the purty lady here has a pack horse with photography gear and so we'll be stopping sometimes for some pictures. When we stop, we stay together in a group and never wander off. Wilson here is an accomplished guide and so he'll be picking up the caboose. We'll stop once at a ranger station for some lunch. Now since you all seem on good terms with these animals, let's go and break in your new clothes, all right?"

We headed off along a well-groomed trail into the hills. Within a few minutes, we seemed far from civilization. We were climbing and the air was crisp. Through a pine forest and down a gully, we crossed a small stream and followed along the side for a while until we came to a spectacular falls of about a hundred feet. Annie was snapping pictures but soon her presence became invisible to me. I was so into the views around me, I hardly paid attention to Rusty's constant commentary. We climbed a hill that opened onto a large meadow. Rusty pulled us up and pointed to an elk about 200 yards away. He pointed away from the elk and we cantered into the meadow where we found a dusty trail. We followed that into a dead-tree forest and then out toward the edge of a steep drop-off. Traveling along the edge, we came to a winding path leading to the base. Before we made our way down, Annie stopped for some posed pictures with the basin and the mountains behind me.

We slowly made our way down and the temperature picked up as we neared the bottom. A few hundred yards away were mud flats and belching pools of yellow-brown mud. We followed along the base of the ridge until we came upon another stream. This one was a fast one with rocky rapids. As we began to follow alongside, Rusty pointed up at the ridge where two bighorn sheep were watching us.

"How fucking cool is this?" asked Mark as I pulled alongside. We came upon a series of cool-water pools and we dismounted to let the horses drink. Nearby, was a rugged log lean-to. Rusty pointed out that this was a place were Teddy Roosevelt and his party stopped to camp. It looked like it hadn't changed in the hundred years since he'd been there. After a few minutes, the horses started to get skittish and Rusty told us to mount up. As we moved quickly away from the pond, he pointed to a grizzly observing us from a ledge. We didn't need any encouragement to move on.

"I've seen that feller before. He's a curious one...but you never know."

We followed a path up through the forest and emerged on a large flat table. We trotted past formations of petrified trees and Wilson told us they were thousands of years old. Off in the distance stood the Ranger Station. We headed in that direction while below us were flatlands filled with spouting geysers. A herd of bison grazed beyond that. I had no idea time had gone so quickly but as we pulled up to the station, Rusty and Wilson were talking about lunch already. There was a Ranger in the station and Wilson delivered some mail and some supplies mentioning that he'd been stationed there for over a month. Rusty called in to headquarters to tell them that we were okay. Off in the distance, beyond several hills, smoke billowed up from a forest fire. Mark, George and I took a little walk to stretch our legs and when we were a decent distance from the cabin, we lit a joint and marveled at the vista below and around us.

When we returned, Annie had set up her cameras. I let her pose me with a guitar that belonged to the Ranger. After a while, we were called in for a lunch of roast beef sandwiches, potato chips and soda. It was a strange vibe in that while we were in awe of these remarkable Rangers, they were in awe of us celebrities. Rusty broke the ice by asking me if I had a song in me. I picked up the guitar and tuned it up. I don't know where it came from but "Sweet Betsy From Pike" poured out while Annie snapped away. 

"Did you ever hear tell of sweet Betsy from Pike Who crossed the wide prairies with her lover Ike,  With two yoke of cattle and one spotted hog,  A tall shanghai rooster, and old yaller dog?"

There must be fifty verses to that song but I only played a few. Rusty was all teary and I asked him why.

"My late wife was named Betsy and I used to sing her that song, It brought back some nice memories and thank you for that. But let's not dwell in the past, it's time for us to move on. You get to learn that Yellowstone is the past, the present and the future all rolled up in one."




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 14



We followed the tablelands west as it gradually lowered into a valley. The horses seemed to enjoy this trail. We enjoyed it as well since it was scenic and beautiful, mellow and very gradual. I don't know about the others but my ass was starting to hurt. We followed the valley floor until it started to rise up into a large flat grazing plain. A herd of bison was racing across the plain being followed by a pack of wolves. We watched as the chase ensued until one bison began to straggle. Rusty commented that the wolves would pounce at any moment. Sure enough, they began to attack the bison who turned to face them and kick.

"Wolves are better at running down a bison than facing one head on. See how the bison is butting at them and kicking them with his hind legs? But that buffalo was a weak one, a straggler, maybe old or sick...still he'll put up a good fight."

The wolves backed off and seemed to be reconsidering their attack plan. Rusty told us that this could go on for hours as they wore the beast down. We continued on as we climbed several small ridges and then down again along a small stream. Off aways, we could see the falls that fed the stream. It was a fine necklace that streamed down off a ledge. We continued to follow the stream until we found a trail that led through a wonderfully scented pine forest. As we emerged from the forest, we were back at the stables. We dismounted and watered the horses. Then we brushed them down and brought them into their stalls to be fed. Nippier seemed to enjoy the ride and he nuzzled me before we left.

The Rangers thanked us for the care we took with their horses and for our good ride and we likewise thanked them. They asked for autographs and said they'd heard we'd be playing a little concert in the amphitheater by Yellowstone Lake. We told them that we would in a couple of days and they all said they'd try to make it. Wilson then drove us back to the cabins. We were all in fine moods but a bit achy, to put it mildly.

The girls were in the same shape. Amy, ever the resourceful one, had inflated the hot tub and filled it. They were all sprawled around the porch of our cabin now, clad in robes, smoking a joint, drinking wine and looking limp.

"Hey, the cowboys are back from the south forty!" yelled Sarah. "Come-a-tie-yie-yippie-yippie-o!" It was kind of a weak yell.

"You guys look nice and relaxed."

"Relaxed! We're fucking crippled! We hiked our asses off! Our guide was a sadist! We even called the hotel to book massages but they're all booked up today...but first thing in the morning, our bodies belong to them! And how are you guys feeling?"

"My nuts are killing me," said Annie and that broke us up. We couldn't help but agree.

"I'm feeling places I didn't know I had!" added George.

"Well, I have to tell you something," said Amy, "You guys stink. I can smell you wafting over here. Go shower and then hit the tub."

"Yup," I said, "that's my next move."

We each hit our cabins and showered off. As we came out of our cabins, we dropped our robes and streaked over to the tub, Annie included, whooping as we ran or rather quickly hobbled. Thank goodness the tub was hot. The bubbling water was very soothing and all of us groaned in pleasure. The girls brought over glasses of wine and lit up another spliff for us.

"I have to take a picture of this," said Annie. "But not yet, I'm too comfortable...soon. I'll say this - in all my years, I've never met campers who brought along their own hot tub. Talk about 'roughing it'. Ha!"

The girls pulled chairs over and we talked about the amazing day we'd experienced. Talking over each other and babbling away, we all agreed that it was worth it but it's true - you got to pay to play.

Amy filled us in that they had ordered a bunch of pizzas and salad to be delivered in about an hour. Also, she'd tied Santo to a long rope and he was happily rolling around in the grass in front of the cabin, that is until a couple of deer walked out of the woods onto the edge of the large lawn. He began to bark at them and all he wanted to do was chase them but they paid him no mind and obliviously grazed.

Eventually, Annie got out of the tub and dried off. Clad in her cotton robe, she set up her tripod and posed all of us around the tub. She also took some shots of the three guys in the tub sipping wine. For one picture, we mooned her. Finally, we all got out of the tub and slowly dried off, too. I drained the tub while Amy, Mark and Deb set up the screened tent as a dining room. By the time the pizza arrived, we were starving. Even the crusts disappeared (although I did provide Santo with a "pizza bone" that he happily munched). Happily fed but still aching, we decided that it was too late to nap and too early to go to bed, so we considered what to do next. Someone suggested that maybe Mark and I might play a bit but we shook our heads. Someone else suggested cards or board games and that went over well. Laura and George asked if I wouldn't mind some interview time and while I really wasn't up to doing anything, I realized that I'd promised them some quality time and this seemed to be it. It was getting chilly so we repaired to my cabin which seemed to have the largest living room area.

Scrabble seemed to be the popular choice and they set up the board around the table. Laura, George and I set up by the fireplace. I smiled as they both set up little digital recorders. "Okay, shoot!"

Laura asked me about the fallow years, after I was dropped from the label. "It was a tough time. I was confused. Whereas they had treated me like a valuable asset before, suddenly I'm dropped, and in a very insulting way. My friend and manager, Danny, called to tell me that my contract had not been renewed and that I no longer had a label to distribute my music. I'd known that my sales were down but I assumed that was due to changing tastes and the national addiction to disco. But I still had a loyal core audience and I felt that the niche I was in would continue to sell records and fill halls. Unfortunately, the label didn't see it that way. Suddenly, it was more difficult to get booked, too, without label support. A lot of the concert halls were disappearing and being replaced by arenas - and since my music was less show-bizzy and more intimate, arenas were not good venues for me, not that they were calling me. I started to play smaller gigs and outdoor festivals. My audience showed up and they were great gigs. I still owe George Wein and Quint Davis for booking me into Newport and Jazzfest but gigs like that became fewer and further between. I was spending a lot of my own money just to stay on the road. Finally, I began to book myself into smaller rooms and I found somewhat of a home there. Places like The Main Point, My Father's Place, Stephen Talkhouse, The Cellar Door kept me working and kept me out there but it also broke me with all the traveling and the low payouts."

"But you still had royalties coming in, didn't you?"

"Royalties and mechanicals were the devil's tool used by the labels and the publishers to keep their shady accountants working. My checks were negligible and rare. Occasionally, one of my songs would be used in a film or a television program and it was like found money. Also, you have to remember that my family was growing up and my costs were increasing as my income declined. College was looming and I took work wherever I could find it. I was losing my dignity and self-esteem but I had no choice, I needed an income. My wife never worked except in low-paying hobby jobs so after a few years of frustration, I was seduced into a job selling liquor figuring that my musical career was over. I worked mostly nights selling to clubs filled with rummies and addicts. It was humiliating and humbling. Selling booze, I began to feel like I was being punished. I couldn't find my muse and my music began to sound stale to me. Still, every time I was offered a gig, whether it was a benefit or a festival, I jumped at it and gave the audience my best. While my heart was in it, I found my chops failing. People began to treat me discourteously, like a has-been. Even my wife, who I'd always considered my best friend and partner, began to act rudely to me. I was lost, surrounded in a world of drunks and addicts, losers...and I began to feel like one, too."

"Did anyone offer you any help or advice?"

Oh, sure and God bless them. I will always love them for that. Some like James Taylor, Bonnie Raitt, Loudon Wainwright, Jackson Browne, Judy Collins, Jimmy Buffett and others asked me to open shows for them and those were some of my best times. Playing with those who appreciated me and my music kept me alive. Eventually, the liquor company asked me to leave because I couldn't - I wouldn't put in the time. And I was really glad because it was not something I wanted to do, it was forced upon me and it didn't help my mind one bit plus my heart wasn't in it. Those gigs with my friends kept me going. I found a way to make a living and to maintain my dignity, as well as my credibility to myself."

"When did things really go south for you...really turn sour?" asked George.

"About 1990, my relationship with my wife began to fall apart. She began to be abusive to me and I could not understand why. I tried to repair and salvage my marriage...we went to counseling and therapy but nothing seemed to work. She didn't want it to work and wouldn't put in the effort required, but I couldn't see that. I wanted things to improve so badly I was blind to what was obvious. She began to lie to me and that really broke my heart. I couldn't figure out what was really going on with her. Various therapists told me that she was hiding something and that there was no way to repair the damage until she came clean. Her response was that they were charlatans and frauds and things just got worse. It all came apart in '93. I'd just returned from a small four-city tour that went very well. I shared a bill with Leon Russell. I mean I played well and the audiences were enthusiastic and responsive and I had some money in my pocket. I returned home feeling full of hope and confidence. As I walked through the door, she said to me, "I need my space and you have to go." Go where? What space? I turned into Homer Simpson overnight. I found that I was locked out of my house and then started receiving nasty phone calls...lots of her screaming at me. Over what? Why was this happening? 

"I was utterly bereft. I crashed wherever I could find a bed or a couch or the back seat of me car and I cried a lot. What had happened? Where did I go wrong? What did I do?Well, eventually, through the divorce proceedings, I discovered that she'd been having an affair with my estate lawyer and that all my physical assets had disappeared. My name had been forged on all sorts of documents - from deeds to portfolios, even going so far as a forged document giving him power of attorney. I had nothing except my guitars. Even my car wasn't mine anymore. I went through all my money fighting the divorce and it looked like I might win some of my stuff back but then some kind of deal went down and the Judge issued a summary decree, giving her all my assets and granting the divorce. On one day, I had several million dollars in assets and on the next, I had $250,000 dollars and debts. Danny tried to help me but there was little he could do as the Judge ignored his testimony. Somehow, the Judge and her divorce lawyer had something going but I never found out what. I wanted to go after the boyfriend but was told it would cost me a million dollars and ten years of my life. And there was no guarantee I'd win or get anything back. I was told to just move on with my life. But inside, I was devastated and destroyed. In a fit of pique, I punched a wall and broke my hand...now I couldn't even play. I became depressed and suicidal. I wanted to die...and I tried to...really."

There was a long silence before Laura asked, "What happened with the wife?"

"Of course, six months after the divorce, she and the lawyer/boyfriend broke up. They were two whores out for a scam and I was it. I've never spoken to her since. My children send me messages but I pay no attention. She lives in Florida now and spends her time buying designer shoes and pocketbooks. Whatever. Fuck her. See? I don't think about her anymore until you ask me questions and, honest as I am, I dredge all this bitterness back up...but I suppose the bitterness will never disappear."

"So now, you're broke, you're out of work, you're divorced...what happened next?"

"They say you have to hit rock bottom first before you can climb back up, right? I lived in my East Hampton home for a few years until I had to turn it over to her. She promptly sold it against the wishes of my kids, who loved that house as much as I. During that time, I worked wherever someone needed a hand. Some days, I was carrying a wheelbarrow filled with bricks around a construction site. The next day, I was digging mosquito trenches in the salt marshes. I worked as a clerk in the hardware store. I worked on fishing boats and crewed up whever I could...tough work but good pay, you know. I kept busy doing a lot of volunteer work for Big Brothers Big Sisters, Make-A-Wish and the Food Pantries. I did anything to keep from being idle. I was alone and I was lonely so I got Santo from a local shelter when he was just a pup. I was making enough to survive but just enough. I didn't go to the movies or out to dinner or out on dates. I even stole newspapers off front yards, that's how broke I was. Sometimes, for fun, I'd sing back-up behind groups at The Talkhouse or The Wild Rose as my hand wasn't healing well. But mostly, these were ways to cover my sadness, loneliness and depression. I was so dispirited. You know, when you are a performer and an outgoing person, it's a difficult transition to make - like suddenly being stranded on a desert island. I was very alone. Fortunately, some friends and neighbors introduced me into yoga and meditation and that helped me a lot. They brought me back out into the world and able to meet people again. They brought me back to my music. They saved me, really."

"After I moved out, I rented a small place. It was just big enough for me, for Santo, for my computer...and not much more. But it was near the ocean and it had a hot tub, so it certainly wasn't a horror. I became social again and started playing again...mostly benefits for war veterans and worthy causes like that. Things seemed to be turning around for me. I played a few private parties for big muckimucks and I had a few bucks in my pocket. I was dating again, getting laid and even, for a while, in a relationship with a young yoga instructor. I got lucky when a few friends put on a big benefit for the Wounded Warriors in Montauk. I was asked to play a set so I put together a band of local players and opened the show. It was a hell of a bill with Paul Simon, Jimmy Buffett, Garland Jeffreys, Phoebe Snow and Suzanne Vega. I sat in with Jimmy on a few songs, too. It was a euphoric gig and I was sky high. I attended a party afterwards in an oceanfront mansion and listened to all the talk about how I should hit the road again. 

"What they all didn't know was that I was on Food Stamps and eating some meals at the shelter. I felt like a fraud that night. The next morning, I checked my email and surfed the web. I checked my Lotto numbers and discovered I'd won the lottery. It was a huge prize and after taxes, I had well over one hundred million dollars. I spent the next year putting things right again. I took care of my mother, my sisters, my kids and some friends who had helped me when I needed it, even though they didn't have much themselves. I made donations to lots of organizations who were also there for me. A few months later, my ex contacted me through a lawyer saying I still owed her money. Can you believe that? Here I am eight years after the divorce and she wants to steal more? Unfuckingreal. I had a lawyer contact her lawyer stating that I now intended to revisit the divorce, to press criminal charges against her and the estate lawyer and to litigate until she was broke. She caved as I knew she would. But now, after I'd settled up my accounts and made a lot of things right again, I started to consider what I intended to do with my life. My heart was telling me to travel and to learn from the road, so after some research, I rented an RV and left Long Island, intending to return in a month. That was seven or eight months ago and here I am in Yellowstone...full of music and my muse, surrounded by friends I love and living it up every day...and I've never been happier. And with that encapsulated history, I'm done for the night. Save your follow-ups for tomorrow, okay?"

I finished off my glass of wine and topped up a roach in the ashtray. The room was very quiet. I looked around and saw that everyone had been listening to me and not playing their game. I felt naked. Amy came over to me and took me by the hand.

"Shit! Why is everyone looking so glum? I didn't even talk about the really bad stuff, the dark stuff...some things are not for publication! Come on, dammit, light up a spliff and let's dance!" Still, they looked upset. "Listen, everybody, there's eight million stories in the Naked City, right? This is just another one of them, that's all. It even has a happy ending. Look, it was a positive ordeal for me in that I gained a depth and appreciation of my art that ran deeper than my talents. It's why I'm here...right now...today. So take the blues and shove it. Lighten up!"

"Ok. On a another subject, my friend, we left the tent and the tub out," said Mark, "you want to stow them?"

"Good idea. Let's get a couple of flashlights in case there are feral beasties lurking."

We went outside and sure enough, the flashlight picked up the eyes of an elk at the edge of the field. We went about stowing the tub and the tent and whatever else we left outside. We stopped to toke up and dig the darkness when George asked me a question.

"Davy, in your lowest days, what kept you from suicide? Were you afraid? Could you have done it?"

"George, I wasn't afraid. There were times when I was planning it out. I could have done it. Something in me said 'wait' - 'wait for tomorrow'. I wasn't ready to see how the story ends. I believed that something could happen. Lightning could strike. And it turns out it did. I got lucky, that's all."

As we walked back, everybody was leaving to their cabins. We wanted an early start on the day and we were all so beat, it was the right time to hit the sack. Santo was snoring away on the couch as Amy led me to bed. We snuggled up and quietly talked.

"I had no idea that times were so tough for you, baby. It hurt me to visualize what you went through. I felt so bad listening to you tell it but, as you said, you're here and you're here with me and that's the real story. Hallelujah."

"Yup. It took me all that to get next to you. It was worth it, every second."

"I want to make love to you, but gently. We're both mighty sore after today's workout but I have to feel you cum inside me."

She stroked me gently and I could feel her love in her touch. I rolled onto my side to face her and we softly kissed letting our tongues slide along our lips. There's a kiss that fits, if you understand my drift. It's a kiss that is for you and you alone, like two puzzle pieces that link. She added soft kisses around my face and especially on my eyelids. I nibbled on her ear and felt her breathing rate increase.

You ever have that feeling that you really, really want to fuck but your body feels like it just got off a horse? Believe me, it's not a thrill. I nuzzled Amy and whispered in her ear, "I love you, Amy, but my body is telling me that it loves sleep, too. I can hardly move."




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 14



"Good. I hurt like hell, too, but my mouth wants cock so you just lay back and enjoy it."

She kissed me as she slid down my chest. Burrowing her face into my chest, she nibbled on my nipple. Sucking it and licking it, her hand went down to my crotch and, sonovabitch, waddya know, I was stiff and hard and filling her hand. Honest, I didn't know I had it in me! Amy worked me like a lollipop as my mind began to drift off into somewhere I can't remember. And the reason why I can't remember is because I fell asleep, sound asleep, like snoring asleep. Believe me when I tell you that I heard about it the next morning.

We got up early to catch the sun peeking over Mount Sheridan's 10,000 foot summit. We caught a ride from our Ranger pals down to Lake Yellowstone Hotel's Sun Room. As we sipped our coffee and waited, Amy told the tale.

"Yes we were tired last night but I was frisky. Can you believe that while I was going down on him, he fell asleep! Honest to God! It was like one minute I have this monster in my mouth and then I notice his breathing get deep and he goes soft. Then he's fucking snoring! It's a good thing I don't have an inferiority complex! Damn!"

I took a good bit of ribbing between the laughter. Fortunately, the sun began to show itself and the attention turned away from me. A mist was above the lake and it looked as though the mountain was floating in the air above the mist. It was so beautiful to behold, the room fell silent.

After breakfast, a Ranger was waiting for us. He explained that he was our guide for the day. He first took us over to Old Faithful where we joined the throngs to watch it spout. That was pretty cool. Then he drove us down around Lake Yellowstone where he showed us the Amphitheater near Grant Village. It was a cozy space. He assured us that they would supply a PA system and a couple of amps. We drove up around the West Thumb of the lake all the way up to the Fishing Village. I can't even begin to tell you how scenic the ride was. We took a zillion pictures of trees, of water, of wildlife, you name it. Annie had a field day, too. (I hoped I looked good!) On the way back up to the cabins, we stopped at several falls, the Lower Falls being just the other side of fabulous. Through valleys and over rivers, past gamboling grizzlies and grazing bison, it was a fabulous ride and since we were all still sore from the previous day, it was a blessing.

Back at the cabin, I tended to Santo who seemed to have spent a lazy day. We took a long walk through a field to a rocky stream with several terraced falls. The water was cold and he enjoyed drinking from it. On our way back, I took a wide circle around several elk standing by the creek. We surprised several beaver who raced into the water. Unfortunately, our detour took us up a steep hill and then a good walk back to the cabins. Santo was as out of breath as I.

They were all sitting on the porch drinking, smoking and listening to Mark play. Santo ran up to the porch and promptly flopped under Amy's feet. I got my guitar and joined him. He asked me to call the tune and I selected "America, The Beautiful". We did such a sweet job on it, we said we'd do it at tomorrow's show, although I'd have to look up all the verses on the web. We worked on several American-themed songs and folk songs and developed a little set for the next day, Singing about the beauty of this country - in this place - just seemed so appropriate.

During a break, Amy, Annie and Deb began to prepare some dinner while I lubricated my throat with a good Napa cab. Laura asked me about playing and Mark and I responded with comments we'd made prior during the trip; about music being a conversation, about being fun and not work, about music being innate and like a flowing river.

"Davy, when you're making music, what goes through your head?"

"Hmm, interesting question. I really don't know. I mean, I don't have linear thoughts. Maybe it's because I switched to the creative side of my brain but I don't concentrate on anything but the music. I know that my guitar is there with me and all the parts of me are in concert together so I don't have to think about that. I'm just listening is all. Sometimes, when I am distracted by something while I'm playing, I immediately go back to listening to the music and I back into again. And it's hard to distract me. It's kind of like I talk, I think, I play and I sing and it's all in the same voice. I think I progressed past the idea of 'performing' years ago. I suppose you could say that I'm always performing."

"No, no. That's bullshit," said Mark. "That's the thing about you, Davy. You never perform. It's like us sitting around here and playing on the porch only there are people out there listening. They're incidental to the scene. Cooder said that to me after the benefit. He said that playing behind you was like wearing comfortable pajamas and I have to agree. Sebastian said something similar, too. I think that's part of the appeal of musician's wanting to play with you. There's no artifice...it's easy, it reminds us that it's pleasurable...and it's fucking tasty."

"And speaking of tasty, we have dinner ready. But I need some help taking the table outside. We need a table from another cabin, too."

We put the tables together and lined the chairs around them as platters of pasta, sausages and meatballs, garlic bread and salad filled them. It was a wonderful meal, full of warmth and camaraderie. As the sun set and the sky turned vivid, we all decided we were in paradise.

"Let me tell you," said Annie, "I can think of only a few shoots that were so easy-going and relaxed. It's like Laura and I were welcomed into your group as soon as we met up. I feel like I've known you guys forever and it's only been a few days. Shooting you is maybe like playing music with you. Like Mark said, it's easy and it's mellow and it's fun."

"I agree," said Laura, "you all are so honest and open about everything. It's like we've been together for years, almost like family. Are you like this with everyone?"

"I'd say that we're all a pretty welcoming bunch but that's because we have no fear of each other. There's a strong level of trust," added Deb.

"Yeah, you know, there's a wall between us and fans but it's a very thin wall," Mark offered.

"Yeah, I agree. With fans, you want to make them feel comfortable as quickly as you can so you can remove some of that fear. I mean, what do you want? To live in paranoia? Not me! Not ever again!"

We passed on coffee and dessert so as not to stay up too late. I wanted to give Amy the fuck she desired the night before but I didn't want to drag it into the wee hours. Also, the air and the entire environment tends to wipe you out. We cleaned up our camp and left the tables for tomorrow.

Back in the cabin, Amy and I squeezed into the shower stall and played with each other.

"You know, Davy, I'm kind of tired and I just want to go to sleep tonight."

"Yeah, right! I know, payback is a bitch."

"Ok, well - you eat me and let's see if I fall asleep."

"Is there betting? Are there odds? I want to bet the superfecta."

"Stop talking already, will you? I'm nearly asleep!"

"We'll see about that."

I pulled her legs apart and dove right in. I was hardly surprised to find her very wet and juicy. I slobbered around her labia until she pushed her clit into my face so I concentrated on giving her the maximally efficient orgasm. I sucked the little thing between my lips and moved up and down in it. This made her jump, much to my liking. I put two fingers into her and began to stroke her as I laved her clit. Her response was to bear down on my fingers, pushing them deeper and rubbing her hard g-spot. My fingers were soaking as she pushed against me. "Fuck me. Get inside me." What else could I do but to follow her instructions?

"Back in the saddle again..." I began to sing.

"Fuck me, cowboy. Harder."

We were pumping hard at each other and I felt her tremble. She grunted and I knew that she was close. Hell, I was close, too. We banged each other frantically until I felt her arch up against me. That's when I let loose my torrent of cum, spraying her insides and flooding her. We peaked at the same time and then collapsed with a flop on the bed.

"Wow," she said, "wham bam, thank you, sir. That was some great economic fuck! I can't recall us ever doing that. I guess we really needed it, huh?"

I made like I was snoring and she whacked me in the head with her pillow and called me a 'wise-ass."

"Guilty as charged," I said. "Still love me?"

"You bet, ya big galoot. Now you can shut up and let me get my beauty sleep."

Just for good measure, she whacked me again with her pillow. Five minutes later, I spooned us to sleep.

The next morning, we all sat around our outdoor picnic table munching blueberry muffins and coffee. There was a good deal of banter as we all teased each other about making too much noise in our beds. The three men made a big deal of showing how virile we were while the women teased us about faking orgasms. George said that he always faked his orgasms but Sarah had none of that claiming that she always got the wet spot afterwards. Annie, being gay, said that the wet spot was hardly a man's domain. Like I said, a lot of funny banter went on.

Ranger Williams drove up and asked us if we could play at around 3:30 as it was a good time for the Rangers as well as the park visitors since most were getting weary by then.

"Sure, why not. It'll be a good way to cap the day."

"Good. Meanwhile, would you all like to go for a swim in a secret pond? It's pretty private and away from the trails. Wilson and his wife have volunteered to take you up there. You can even bring your dog so long as you tie him to a tree."

We were all game for a little adventure so we got our gear together and soon the Wilsons, Tommy and Sandy, drove up.

"Come on, cowboys, hop in." He explained that it was his day off and he'd volunteered to show us a good time. Sandy was delighted to be in our company, or should I say, George's company. We hopped into the back of his truck where there was a large cooler stocked with water, soda and beer. About twenty minutes later, after following a bumpy unmarked dirt trail, we pulled up next to an idyllic pond fed by a twenty foot falls. The pond was a long wide oval that spilled down into a winding, rock-laden stream. The pond was very private and surrounded by tall pine trees. What a spot! Santo's tether was long enough for him to dip, too.

"This is ours," said Tommy, "we keep visitors and hikers away from here." Sure enough, there was a couple of lean-tos and an outhouse off to one side. "The water may take a little getting used to as it could be cold although, since it's getting late in the season, it may have warmed up a bit."

I pulled a joint from my pocket and asked Wilson if he minded and would he like to join us.

"I'd love to but I can't. They test us randomly ever since they found the pot farm on the sunny side of Snowy's Butte. But thanks anyway. I'm sure Sandy will have a few hits, though.

Everybody tossed of their clothes and, in bathing suits, jumped in as Mark, George and I toked up. Immediately, there were squeals and laughter.

"This water is cold!"

"No, it's not cold, it's refreshing!"

"Fuck you, it's fucking cold!"

Mark and I jumped in and swam around. I swam by Amy and pinched her ass. Yeah, the water was cold but it wasn't that bad, especially if you stayed under it. Pretty soon, everyone had adapted to the water and we were frolicking around. You could stand on the slippery rocky bottom, or try to stand without slipping. Annie was on the shore, snapping away and laughing at our antics. She took several shots with us under the falls and one posed shot with Amy and I kissing. (I knew that wouldn't make into print but I wanted it to hang on a wall.) After a couple of hours of this goofy fun, we dried off and headed back. About two hundred yards away from the pond, we drove past several grizzlies in the woods heading toward it. We were all very glad we'd picked that moment to leave. I was also glad that Tommy had his dart gun on him. Also, on the way back, we had to stop and take in the view before us: snow-capped peaks, lush valleys, winding streams and several steamy vents. Paradise.

About two, Tommy and Sandy returned in two large Range Rovers to take us to the amphitheater near Grant Village with Santo squeezed under my legs. They took a different loop road down there and we were treated to all new scenery. We had to stop to let the tail end of a bison herd cross the road. Although we were not too close, we were close enough to smell them and you know what, they stink!

We pulled in around three and were surprised to see that the seats were already filled. There were people on blankets and lots of folding chairs, too. Tommy explained that they had distributed flyers in the hotels and camp grounds around the park. Another ranger told us that some people had been here for several hours already. The amphitheater itself was a nice intimate and rustic facility surrounded by woods and with a view of Yellowstone Lake behind it. We were ushered behind the stage while park staff set it up and tested mics. Williams stopped by to wish us well and Rusty also stopped by. There was a tent set up for us with some snacks from the nearby hotel and we were told that we could have dinner there after the show. Soon it was showtime and I walked onto the stage with my Martin and my dog, who promptly sat at my feet.

"Hello, fellow visitors to Paradise. My name is Davy Harper and this afternoon, it is my pleasure to sing for you in this wonderful park. Let me introduce my band to you, please give a warm welcome to master fiddler extraordinaire, Mark O'Flannery...(applause as Mark walks out) and the beautiful harmonies and harmonica stylings of Ms. Amy Bieler...(more applause as Amy walks out and waves)...and down here, holding down the bottom is my dog, Santo (even bigger applause). We're going to perform a set today that we hope you enjoy as it was inspired by our visit here. We want to thank all the Yellowstone Park Rangers who have made us feel this place in some deep places, National Park Services, the Department of the Interior and most important, our country, The United States of America." I stood at the mic and began to sing a cappella, with the lyrics in my hand.

"O beautiful for spacious skies,  For amber waves of grain,  For purple mountain majesties,  Above the fruited plain!

America! America!  God shed His grace on thee,  And crown thy good with brotherhood,  From sea to shining sea!"

Mark began to play with a little beat and Amy joined in harmony. I started to pick.

"O beautiful for pilgrim feet,  Whose stern impassion'd stress,  A thoroughfare for freedom beat,  Across the wilderness.

America! America!  God mend thine ev'ry flaw,  Confirm thy soul in self-control,  Thy liberty.

O beautiful for heroes prov'd In liberating strife,  Who more than self their country loved,  And mercy more than life.

America! America!  May God thy gold refine,  Till all success be nobleness,  And ev'ry gain divine.

O beautiful for patriot dream,  That sees beyond the years,  Thine alabaster cities gleam,  Undimmed by human tears."

"Please feel free to join in."

"America! America!  God shed His grace on thee,  And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea."

"That was so lovely, let me hear it again"

"America! America!  God shed His grace on thee,  And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea."

Big applause. "Oh, thank you. That felt great, didn't it? Well, if you liked that, what do you think of this?" Mark and I began to play as Amy added a haunting harp.

"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate here in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies And we walked off to look for America."

I must admit, we did the song justice. Paul Simon, cranky bastard that he is, would have been proud. I once took some lessons from his brother, Eddie, a heluva guitarist and I learned the song from him.

"Do you all see a theme here?" We went through a bunch of crowd pleasers, each done in our own way. Several times, Mark, Amy and I went off on breaks that soared in different ways and, as Mark and I have learned, we took off an interesting codas bringing in themes from other songs (like adding a little of "Born In The U.S.A." which we didn't play, to the end of "Rocky Mountain High", which we did. We also added a bit of "Rocky Mountain Way" into the break. It was neat. On "City of New Orleans", Mark added Glenn Miller's "American Patrol" into the break. That was very neat.) Our set included Chuck Berry's "Back In The U.S.A.", Randy Newman's "Feels Like Home", The Band's "Across The Great Divide", a bluegrass version of George M. Cohan's "Yankee Doodle Dandy", Bob Marley's "Buffalo Soldier" (an interesting and peculiar reggae arrangement, but it worked), Dylan's "Chimes of Freedom" and Dan Fogelberg's "Forefathers."

"I want to bring out a friend to join us on a couple of songs...please give it up for "A Man of Lonesome Sorrow", Mr. George Clooney." (Big roar) We kicked into it as George came onstage doing a little country steppin' with his elbows out. We backed him like The Soggy Bottom Boys. During the break, he and Amy do-si-doed. He got a great applause, bowed and went to run off the stage but I held him as we kicked into "This Land Is Your Land" in which I imitated Pete Seeger and had everyone standing and singing. Even Santo barked along.

"I want to thank you for your hospitality today...and a big tip of the hat to our Rangers (I pointed to each one of them for applause)...and I think it's only fitting that since everyone is standing, we end the show like this..." We sang a cappella.

"While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,  Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,  Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,  As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer. "

God Bless America,  Land that I love.  Stand beside her, and guide her Thru the night with a light from above.  From the mountains, to the prairies,  To the oceans, white with foam God bless America, My home sweet home.  God bless America, My home sweet home."

"Thank you all...clean up after yourselves...kiss a Park Ranger...Thank you...Donate to your local Food Pantry...Thank you."

The applause seemed deafening in that little theater as we stepped off the stage into the audience. Shaking hands and signing autographs under the blue sky capped the show for us. It was a good forty-five minutes until we could break away and go backstage into the tent where we guzzled bottles of water and even poured them over our heads. The Rangers were effusive in their thanks and praise. We posed for a bunch of group pictures with the Rangers (and one with Williams, Wilson and Rusty). Annie told us that she had taken some of the best shots all week. Laura had spent time in the crowd getting sound bytes from members of the audience and she said they would fit well in her article. In short, with a nod to The Beatles, a wonderful time was had by all.

Tommy and Sandy drove us over to the Grant Village Inn and we were offered a room to clean ourselves up. We asked the Wilsons to join us for dinner. And what an excellent dinner it was. We all had the local specialty, Fresh Lake Trout, pan-fried and encrusted with toasted pecans and lemon butter. It was lip-smacking good. It was a great way to end the performance and we all felt good about the show. The kitchen staff even took Santo to a side room where they fed him a big bowl of scraps.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 15



"Somebody needs to know the time
glad that I'm here,
Watching the skirts you start to flirt,
now you're in gear,
Go to a show you hope she goes,
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.,
Good morning good morning,
good morning good morning."

"So? Are we ready to tackle Dinosaur National Monument this morning?"

"If you really want to go there, yes. But, to be honest with you, I've hiked the place and I found it to be dreary, especially after some of the places we've seen. I mean, you can go looking for fossils if you want to but I could easily pass. I don't want to be a killjoy bu..."

"I hear you, babe. If it's worth moving on, then let's move on. I saw Jurassic Park and it was juvenile...but I liked the velociraptors."

"Good by me. Here's what you do. Take 40 to Steamboat Springs. Just south of there, we turn north on 36. I'll take you from there."

Route 318 led right into 40 and it was just a little more than an hour to Steamboat Springs, an easy as it gets. The scenery was your basic western backdrop, nothing major but perhaps we were jaded by this point. Amy livened things up as we drove through Steamboat Springs. She put on the Beatles and lit a spliff which was a bit odd as it was still early in the day.

"Hey? It's not noon yet. What gives?

"Just pay attention, your turnoff is coming up soon."

"Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields Forever.
Strawberry Fields Forever.
Strawberry Fields Forever."

"Aha! So that's where we're going!" I saw the sign in front of me and made my left. It read "Strawberry Park Natural Hot Springs - This Way -->."

"You're going to love this place, Davy Harper. It is beaucoup cool."

In a few minutes, we pulled in. Amy went into the office while I walked Santo. She returned with a map to our private massage and pool cabin.

"During the winter, this place is the absolute shit, I swear. But even now, it's mighty fine. We have massages waiting and our own little private natural pool. The place is completely natural mineral springs and the temperature in the water is usually over one hundred degrees."

Our cabin was cute and rustic at the same time. Our massage therapist was waiting for us. She suggested that we shower off first and then spend ten minutes in the spring. The place was very beautiful and it was like swimming in a very hot but calm tub. Santo sat on the side and sniffed the pool but wouldn't venture in. The rocky terrain and the greenery made for a very serene environment. After a little while, we were waved out and laid out on massage tables to relax until our rubdowns began. The sound of the birds combined with the hot water made me a bit woozy. I think I fell asleep during the massage. By the time the experience was over, I was feeling very lethargic. I couldn't figure whether I was like lox or like jelly. Either way, I was plenty mellow.

We slowly trudged back into Big Chocolate and had some lunch: Tuna Sandwiches with melted cheese on grilled rye and potato chips. Tasty! I rolled back onto the road slowly. Down 131, then east at McCoy to east on 70 at Gypsum to Glenwood Springs and south on 82, then straight into Aspen. Again, nothing to it. I felt like Daniel Fucking Boone. The land seemed more serene here. Even the canyons and rivers seemed more benign. The Colorado Rockies, with their far off snow caps, seemed to me to feel hospitable. As we came down 82 approaching Woody Creek, Amy pointed to the turn off and we were parking in front of her grand house a few minutes later.

"Let's just go in and check things out. We'll unpack later," she said as she bounced out of the bus. Santo followed at her heels and ran in merry circles. He seemed to be aware that our journey was over, at least for a while, and he was loving up the wide open space. Amy's caretaker pulled up in his Ford 150 right behind us.

"Ms. Bieler, the house is open and all clean. I put the air conditioner on because it's been hot these past few weeks. They cleaned the pool and the tub. I didn't know if you wanted the whole house opened but I did it anyway, just in case. Is there anything else I can do for you, ma'am?"

"Clarence, could you take a look at my cabin up on the mountain for me? Just to make sure everything is good up there? And please, give me your bill right away so I can pay you, will you?"

"Sure, ma'am. My pleasure. Is it okay if I go up there tomorrow? I promised I tend to some chores today."

"Sure, Clarence. Thank you for taking care of this, you're a dear. And please, say hello to Rosemary for me."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am."

Amy's house was a welcoming place. She took me by the hand and led me to the rear deck. I sat down to take in the view and she returned with a bottle of Moet and two glasses.

"Here's to us...no one better!" Clink.

"Yup, that's us...finest kind!"

She stripped down and stretched out on a lounge soaking up the rays. I called Stevie. "Stevie! The eagles have landed! Yup, we're at Amy's sipping champagne....No, I haven't fired one up yet, I'm waiting for you...Oh yeah? Cool...Great! See you guys soon."

"They'll be here in a couple of hours. Stevie says everything is great and he has some good news for you. He says not to cook because he and Sal are bringing dinner."

"Mmmph," mumbled Amy, who seemed nearly asleep. We were both still pretty lazy from our massages. I went and got some sunblock and oiled her down. She lay with a sweet smile as I applied the lotion all over her, no curve missed. I let her sleep while I went out to Big Chocolate and began to bring in bags. After I unloaded a bunch of things, I returned to the deck with my laptop. Amy had rolled over onto her stomach so I applied lotion to the rest of her, enjoying the curves I missed before.

I turned on the laptop and the wi-fi was iffy so I hooked it into the house cable. I first went to check my email. My daughter, Emma, wrote that she and Jack and the kids would love to come out for a couple of weeks or as long as we would have them. She also said that my other daughter, Carla, was off somewhere in Japan writing an article and wouldn't be back for a couple of months. I was glad for her but a little sad that I wouldn't get to see her. She and I haven't been on good terms for several years now and, while she is very difficult, I was hoping to mend fences. Oh, well, that will have to wait.

Danny's email told me that some of the masters were waiting for me at the post office and that Shadow had received copies as well. He also said that some of the earlier masters were in sad shape so he sent them to be baked in New Jersey and would ship them out when completed. He added that he took care of the special package I had requested from my old friend, Sam, who had a place in the Diamond District. It had been overnighted, insured, special courier delivered and was waiting at the post office. Good. He said that everything was well financially and that I should call when we'd settled in. I looked at the clock in the toolbar and it was still early afternoon.

"Amy, hon? How far is it to the post office? I want to pick up the masters."

"I pick up my mail at the Woody Creek Post Office on Upper River Road. It's not far at all. Let me give you my post office box key, too, so you can pick up my mail....and take my car. It's in the garage. Here, let me get you the keys and some directions." It was a treat to watch my naked girl walk around.

I headed down the road in her Jag. It was a real difference driving this after driving Big Chocolate. Too bad it was such a short ride. There was a lot to pick up at the post office. Besides a ton and a half of mail for Amy (mostly catalogs), there were a lot of packages for both of us. Still, in a short time, I was heading back to the house. I was behind Stevie and Sally and I pulled in next to them as they entered the house ahead of me. I also noted that Amy was dressed in a string top and daisy dukes (what a sweet ass!) as she welcomed them. It took me a couple of trips to bring everything in. Lots of hugs and kisses greeted me and it was good to see them. Kind of felt like home.

"Oh, Lord, look at all that crap. It'll take me a month to get through all this. And look at all those packages. There's something in there for you, Sal."

"Oh, yeah! And I have something for you, Stevie, in the bus. Let me get it."

"No, wait. How 'bout a champagne toast first?"

"No, hold on to that for a few minutes, I have my reasons."

"Okay then, toke this. I just got it and it's excellent."

Stevie was right. It was. Amy was going through the packages to find Sal's gift so I took the opportunity to go out to the bus. I brought back several boxes.

Amy had found the one and presented Sally with a silver necklace with emeralds and rubies she had shipped from San Francisco. I pulled out my gift for Stevie.

"Stevie, what do you think of this?" I handed him the picture I bought from Lenny's daughter, Lena, in Santa Cruz.

"How fucking super is this? Look, Sally, Lenny drew this more than forty years go. It's Davy - here, Lenny, Lizbeth and me. I love it! Thanks, man, this is great. This is too much. I think I'm gonna cry! Man, this really brings me back."

"I got the other one...it's similar...for myself. It's hanging on the wall in Big Chocolate." I knew he would love it. "Lenny and Lena's memory and their legacy are like felt all around Santa Cruz. Their daughter, Lena, is a miniature Lizbeth. It's a beautiful thing. Oh, and hey, here's a Lenny Baseball Cap and a Lenny Mug."

"Fucking A. Check this out! Listen, dude, speaking of Big Chocolate - that is some ride! You've got to give me a tour later."

"Sure...and I have to play you the song about it that Ed Begley and Mark O'Flannery wrote. It's great. But ee have plenty of time. Let me check out these packages. My masters are here."

Amy and Sally were now babbling in the kitchen. "Ready for that champagne toast now?" asked Stevie.

"Gimme another minute, okay?"

I opened the packages with the masters. There were a bunch of cd dupes and a note from Danny. The note said that the only older masters he had sent were from the "Greatest Hits" package and they would have to be remixed and remastered after the butcher job done on them by Warner's reissue despartment. The note read that the others were all in lousy condition and had to be baked before being restored. Danny said he'd ship them to Shadow as soon as the job was complete. The other masters were of some stuff released to the end of my Warner's contract. There were also other things, like a DVD of Sebastian's Berkeley concert (Danny noted that it was excellent) and all the session logs.

Then there was the overnighted package. "I'll be right back. You can prepare the champagne now."

I took the package into the bathroom and locked the door. I examined it and was happy that Sam followed my instructions and had produced exactly what I had asked for. I returned to the living room as Stevie was pouring the bubbly and calling the girls to come in.

He cleared his throat. "I would like to propose a -"

"Excuse me, Stevie. I'd like to say something first, if I may." I walked over to Amy and got down on one knee. "Amy, you are my friend, my lover and my partner. I love you constantly. You are a blessing to me. Amy, will you marry me?" I handed her the blue velvet box. Her eyes bugged out as she opened it. Inside was a perfectly clear four-caret diamond. It was an antique diamond that had been in my family for over one hundred and fifty years. It was set in an elegant silver and platinum setting and it sparkled. "I really do love you, you know. You've made me so complete and I want to make it permanent. What do you say?"

Amy was nearly speechless. This was a real surprise. Tears rolled down her eyes and she looked at Sally who was also tearing up. "Of course, I will marry you, Davy Harper. Why not? It's much easier for us to market one name!" I got up, placed the ring on her finger and kissed her ruby lips.

"This is good, you old rascal. When is the big day?" Stevie passed the bubbly around.

Amy piped up, "Tomorrow? At town hall? We can throw a little party, Maybe at one of the restaurants...Oh, I can't want to tell everybody. I have to call Deb right now. I have to call Callie. I have to call Linda..." She ran off to get her phone.

"Congratulations, Davy. What a surprise! How wonderful." The doorbell rang It was a florist delivering flowers sent by Danny. The card read. "All our love and luck to the perfect couple. Danny and Kathy." That Danny! Impeccable timing!

I could hear Amy on the phone with Deb and she was laughing. Stevie and Sally came over to me. "So? What made you want to get married?"

"It was a smart move. It was the right move. Amy and I are so perfectly right for each other, it seems like the obvious move. We love each other...we have a lot of fun together...we have sublime sex...we just fit right, you know?...We like to be together...We are creative together...Her business sense is on the money whereas mine...well, you know about that. Anyway, I'd rather we be Harpers and happy. It makes a whole lot of sense to me. It feels right. And, I'm in love with her and she with me."

"I think she's thrilled, too, Davy. Mazol Tov to both of you. I'm so glad we introduced you two to each other. It was a mitzvah. So what's next?"

"I have a whole list of things to do and a lot of them with you guys. I also think we should have another little concert at The Tavern to show off some new songs, what do you think? There's a Denver concert with Los Lobos in a couple of weeks...you'll come with us...and maybe my daughter and her family...we'll take the bus. Speaking of which, want a tour?"

I took them out to the bus and gave them the Grand Tour. Like everyone else, they couldn't believe all the features. While I was there, I uploaded the latest report to Tesla. But they were all over the bus, checking out this and that. They even tried out the beds which received their approval. They couldn't believe the bathroom and the tub. Stevie loved the recliner and the big TVs. I walked them outside and showed them the rooftop terrace, the amp, the hot tub, the whole thing. Stevie suggested that we take an overnight on the bus and while I was amenable, I knew that it wasn't in the near future. For the moment, I'd had quite enough of the road for a while.

Stevie helped me bring more stuff into the house. I showed him the peace pipe that Mark and Deb gave us and I placed it on the mantle over the fireplace in the living room. It looked good there. Amy was still on the phone, this time with Callie in Palm Springs. After a few minutes, she joined us in the living room.

"There are a whole bunch of people who want us to a) have a big party, b) wait for them to join us at the ceremony and c) join us on our honeymoon. I didn't know what to tell them."

"Where would you like to go on our honeymoon, honey?"

"Oooh, I haven't thought about that! The Maldives...Europe...I don't really care...anywhere with you, even the bedroom is good!"

"I like the bedroom idea," said Stevie.

"Sorry, sweetie. That will have to wait for a few days. I'm spotting these days," said Sal.

"Shucks!"

The phone rang again. It was Susan at Tesla. Amy filled her in on our engagement and they talked for a while. When she got off, she filled me in.

"Susan says they got the module report. Elon told her that they have some module updates and some tweaks to perform. She said that they're looking into a place around here where they can do the work and she'll call back in a little while. Meanwhile, I'm going to send out some emails with the big news. And, by the way, those flowers that Danny and Kathy sent are gorgeous. Let me put them in a vase."

Stevie and Sally sat outside in the back watching Santo run around. We talked about the trip and about all the music plans. They loved the story about the negotiations at Warner's. They told me about the success of the restaurants and the country club. They'd brought reports for Amy to look over. All were turning a nice profit even in this lousy economy. Amy joined us in time to hear about that and promised to look over the reports later.

"I'm thinking about adding some new facilities to the country club...some very luxury additions."

"Like what?"

"Oh, like maybe a Sybian!"

"Great, baby. You just keep thinking!"

The phone rang again. It was Laura. She just got Amy's email and she was very happy for us. She suggested that perhaps she could fly in next week for a couple of days to update her story and do some follow up. The phone rang again. This time it was Susan again. They found a shop in Aspen that had the room to handle the bus. She asked if she might fly out for a couple of days to oversee the mods and I immediately said yes.

"So next week, we have both Laura from Vanity Fair and Susan from Tesla coming
in for a few days. There's going to be a whole lot of estrogen in this house! I may need your help, Stevie."

"What do I look like?" Sally commented.

"Yes, I think there will be enough cootch to go around...sort of Pussy Galore. And Susan is some new stuff, too," added Amy.

"And after they leave, I want Emma and Jack and the kids to fly in. We'll all go to Denver together. It will be nice and you'll love them, babe."

The phone rang again. It was Linda congratulating us. When she mentioned that it was Ronstadt, Stevie and Sally's eyebrows lifted. The phone rang again. It was Deb again. After a few minutes, Amy passed the phone to me. Both Deb and Mark were crazy happy for us. Mark said that New Orleans was good but that we should wait until they flew to Aspen for us to get married. In fact, they demanded it!

"So, A, let's get married when everyone is here next week. That good with you?"

"That's perfect, Davy. Where should we do it? At the country club or at one of the restaurants?"

"I'll leave that to you..."

"And Sally!" Sally quipped.

"It's a deal, pal. More champagne. Where's that joint?" Amy and Sally high-fived. Santo, who could feel the vibe, happily panted under her feet.

After about an hour of stories, pictures, champagne, smoke and excitement,  it all caught up with me and I fell asleep on the chaise. I must have been out for a couple of hours when Amy woke me with a kiss. "Come in for dinner, my love...my fiancé."

I ambled into the kitchen and the aroma was wonderful. "It's a new dish we're serving at the hotel, I hope you like it. Stevie and I worked on this with the staff for a few weeks. But we really can't take credit for it, it was really a terrific example of group effort," explained Sally.

"So what is it? It smells great."

"What it is...is my Grandma's Chicken Fricasee...look, vegetables, chicken soup gravy...even little meatballs, And...are you ready?...on the side, we have her homemade kishka, also known as Stuffed Derma...and...a bissel Noodle Pudding...just a bissel, a fore-shpice, if you will. Straight from Bensenhurst, an old Goldfarb family recipe! It took me more than forty years to get it right!" Stevie bowed as we applauded.

Let me tell you, it was just this side of phenomenal. I haven't tasted Jewish cooking like that in I can't remember how many years.

"Here, take a piece of challah to zop it up with."

We ate like we'd never eaten before. I swear. He told us that he put it on the menu over a month ago and it's the biggest selling dish. On the weekend, they go through two dozen challahs and they can't bake them fast enough. I could see why. When we cleaned the plates - and I mean, we cleaned the plates, we all sat back and rubbed our bellies.

"Stevie, we've eaten some of the best food on our trip, but this beats them all," said Amy. "I can't move I'm so stuffed!"




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 15



"Well, wait until you taste my brisket. It melts in your mouth."

For the rest of the night, I felt like a huge matzoh ball. But I felt good. We all felt good as we sat around belching. Amy and I entertained them with stories and pictures of our trip. Sally was ready to make a reservation at the spa in Palm Springs right then and there. They told us how they kept track of us through YouTube and how cool the music was. We watched the DVD of Sebastian's Berkeley show and Danny was right, it was fun. The video was just so-so but John had mixed the audio in perfectly.

Amy was busy chattering away on the phone most of the time as it never stopped ringing. At one point, my daughter, Emma, called and I told her the good news. She said that she would call Danny to make plans to fly out with Jack and the kids in about a week. After she hung up, Danny called to wish us well. He said that he was at his beach house in Amagansett while Kathy was with her daughter, who had just given birth. He said that they would fly out for the wedding, too. He also said that he'd just spoken to Shadow and he also wants to fly in. I was surprised that the news had excited everyone. Hell, I thought it was kind of a private matter between Amy and me but I guess people want to celebrate and a wedding is a perfect excuse.

"Davy, we're going to have one hell of a bash, I think. We'll put up Emma and her brood here...and Laura...and Susan, too. And Mark and Deb...that's a full house. Maybe we'll hire some help for that week. But tomorrow, I'm going to have to reserve a bunch of rooms at the hotel and the country club...it's good thing it's not ski season. Both Deb and Linda told me that there's a whole crowd from L.A. wants to come and that the news had traveled fast." At one point, Sally was fielding calls on the land line while Amy and I were on our cells. Stuttering, she interrupted us to tell us that we had a call. "A-A-Amy...you have a call from G-G-George and Sarah."

While Amy squealed on the phone, she asked if that was really George Clooney on the phone and I told her it was. "Davy, this is going to be one of the biggest celebrity parties Aspen has ever seen! We should use the country club and the Inn. This is going to be a hoot!...Stevie, you better start baking challahs!"

"We can add George and Sarah," said Amy. "They're flying in between his filming dates. This is going to be something else. I better start making a list. Tomorrow, I'll do the rooms...and I'll call Rabbi Mintz at the Chabad to see if he's free to perform the ceremony on Saturday night, if that's okay with you. Sally, we have to work out the menu. The only thing we don't have to concern ourselves with is the music! Ha, ha, ha, ha!" Indeed, that brought laughs.

"We can use our Woody Creek band as the house band," I said. "They can back up anyone. And here, I thought we'd have a little wedding ceremony and a dinner for just a few of us...well, so much for that!"

The night went on like this for a while until we were collapsing. Stevie and Sally bid us a good night and said they'd call in the morning. Amy and I crawled into bed.

"Davy and Amy Harper. I like the sound of that! I'm so happy I can't tell you, Davy. I've been dreaming of this for the past few weeks...that you would propose to me. I only wish my folks were alive to see this. Oh, I wish a lot of things but we're going to make them all come true. I love you, Davy."

We drifted off to sleep nuzzling each other and whispering to each other. Everything seemed so right. Even Santo, jumping on the corner of the bed, seemed to understand. Before he curled up, he moved up to us and licked us. One big happy family. I kind of liked the sound of that, too.

In the morning, the phone started ringing where it had left off the night before. By the time I had my second cup, I'd spoken to Shadow, to Buffett, to Mark again, to Yo Yo Ma (who unfortunately wouldn't be able to attend), to Meg (who called from Palm Springs after Callie told her the news), to Nash (who said that they had almost a whole planeload already), to Hillman, even Dylan called. Stevie and Sally shared the news with us and they couldn't believe it when I took Bob's call. Ed called and said that he was coming, too, and that he was trying to get in touch with Elon. That reminded me of his song and I sang it for him. Needless to say, he was ecstatic.

"Hey Mark, I need a pair of normal wheels. Is there a place around here I can buy a car?"

"There's a Chrysler place, and a VW place nearby. There's also a few places up near Glenwood Springs. Want to take a ride?"

So we took off car shopping while Amy, Sally and Santo went into town. Mark and I looked at about a dozen car lots until I found one that would fit the bill, a Ford Escape Limited, all tricked out and in steel gray, although I waffled a while over a Lexus 570. I figured that I needed a car to carry stuff as well as people around, especially in the next couple of weeks. It wasn't cheap - it cost about as much as a fucking Caddy Escalade but it had a lot of cool high-tech features plus I have this thing about helping American business. It was plenty plush enough and it would do the job. We had Amy's Jag to go out on the town, Big Chocolate for big crowds and long trips and now an SUV for heavy lifting. This would work. Also, I figured that when Elon's sedan came out, we'd get rid of the Jag or add it to our stable. I called Danny first and he told me just to hand them my black plastic card and before you know it, I was following Stevie back to Aspen.

Back at the house, there was no one home so we rolled up a fatty and I took out my Martin and played Stevie some of my new songs on the deck. Fortunately, he had his autoharp in his trunk and we had a fine old time.

"I had this dream a couple of weeks back, Davy. In it, you were singing a real old tune you wrote called "Baby Broke My Heart." You remember that song? I think you introduced it one night at Max's Kansas City...at least in my dream you did."

"Yeah...vaguely. I remember Micky Katz better though. He always took nice care of us. He was a good guy. But the song? It's been out of my mind for many years..."

"Wanna do it?"

"No, Stevie, that song was a stone cold bummer, a real bring-down. I don't think I ever want to sing that song again. Sorry."

"Okay, I understand. It is pretty heavy...Also, in that dream, we were singing folk songs like we used to do in the beginning only we were at the old Lone Star...the one with the lizard on the roof...and we were a little drunk. You were singing "Wanderin' with Tom Rush."

"Now that's a beauty. Let's do that."

"I've been  a-wanderin',
early and late,
From New York City to the Golden Gate,
And it looks like
I ain't never gonna cease my wanderin'.

Well, my daddy was an engineer,
And my brother drives a hack,
My sister takes in laundry,
While the baby balls the jack,
And it looks like
I ain't never gonna cease my wanderin'."

"Man, that song sure is pretty."

"yup, it is." I went over some of my new songs and then, looking through my journal, I came across some unfinished bits and pieces. While Stevie lit up a big roach, I suggested that maybe we could finish them or at least, flesh them out.

"Here's a line I had somewhere on the road, Stevie. "Don't matter where we go or where we roam...I'm with you and that feels like home."

"How 'bout: "The road is long, no destination in sight, and it doesn't matter we go or where we roam, we're at a place in time and it's all right, I'm with you and that feels like home."

"Ooh, Stevenson, I like that. Say it again."

He repeated it a few times and it began to develop. I started to write my thoughts down.

"Riding over dirt like the grounds in my cup,
Hills turn into mountains and fields into sand,
The sky is forever and the mileage builds up,
We move ever forward and we eat up the land.

We move ever forward, can't recall where we've been,
But it doesn't matter because what's done is done,
It's been so long since I can't remember when,
I was living in one place and having no fun.

Can't know when these things end,
But I know one thing for sure.

The road is long, no destination in sight,
And it doesn't matter we go or where we roam,
We're at a place in time and it's all right,
I'm with you and that feels like home."

"Hmmm. I don't know, Davy. there's something not right about it...it doesn't scan...I don't know."

I fiddled around on the guitar for a few minutes and Stevie was right, I couldn't roll with it. I put it away to show Amy later and I pulled out another one. "Okay, what about this?"

"She said that sometimes she wonders,
Just what she was put here for,
Like just another tiny little grain of sand,
Or just another shell upon the shore.

I told her that life plays funny tricks,
And you never really know when,
One day it's all roses and some days it ain't,
It happens every now and then,
It happens with everyone, all the women, all the men
Maybe it's karma or maybe it's zen,
But it will never come around like this again
And you never really know,
What's lurking around the bend.

She said that sometimes she looks up,
At the clouds in the sky,
And she wonders why she stands there,
When all she wants to do is fly.

I told her that life is sometimes like that,
You play it as it lays,
Just ante up, deal out the cards
And fold, call or raise,
If you're feeling good or you're trapped in malaise,
And cannot find direction through the murky haze,
Sometimes it's like that, you know, 'just one of those days',
It's like 'sometimes the bear bites you',
To turn a phrase."

"Waddya think of that?"

"You know, Davy, I don't ever know where you come up with this shit. How does your mind work? I like some of that but I don't sense an overall tone. I don't know...maybe if I heard you sing it. Still, it seems kind of bleak to me and I don't hear a hook."

"Yeah, you're right. I don't get that sense either. It's not telling me a story. You know, I don't think I like it. Maybe I'll show that to Amy, too. I was thinking of showing it to Dylan but now, I don't think so."

"Here, man. Toke up and let it be for now. You have to get your head into this space for a while and take your head off the road. Kick back...smooth out."

"Good advice, my brother, good advice. Another piece of good advice is not to write songs that try to make sense when you're stoned. You read it later and it's shit. Every time. Always happens that way. But I saved the best for last. What do you think of this?" I sang him The Ballad of Lenny and Lizbeth.

"Now that's cool. I like that. But I'd still like to see you rhyme 'Lizbeth'!"

"Hmmm....Lizbeth...crystal meth...death...breath...can be done!..."Lenny and Lizbeth, Lenny and Lizbeth, Lenny and Lizbeth, Take a deep breath and
Remember Lenny and Lizbeth....See?"

"I'm not impressed."

I heard the girls enter the house. After putting their bags down, they came outside to join us. "Where's that joint, you stoners!"

"I like the wheels, Davy. It looks like a good all-purpose vehicle and we need one."

"It has all kinds of goofy options in it. I brought the manual in so we can learn what it does."

"Later, maybe...but now..." Amy peeled off her clothes and raced to the pool where she made a clean dive with minimal splash. "Just what I needed! Come on in!"

The three of us stripped down in a flash and joined her as Santo laughed at us. The water felt great as we swam around and splashed each other. Soon, we were all floating on our backs and gazing at the cloudless sky in our stony haze. Time seemed to slow down, too.

Amy swam up behind me and began to kiss my neck and my shoulders. Sally started to laugh as my dick popped up. She came over and grabbed it. "Look, it comes with a joystick? Can I steer?" she asked.

"You steer and I'll navigate," said Stevie as he reached around Amy and tweaked her erect nipples. I heard her joyful sigh as Sal pumped my cock. We were in the shallow end and I felt her pull my legs apart. Her hands caressed my butt cheeks and her lips engulfed me. Her sucking was having an effect on me. Combined with the weightless feeling, I was enjoying this immensely. I placed my hands on the coping and let her give me one of her famous blow jobs. Looking over at Amy and Stevie, I could see they were enjoying themselves, too. Backed against the pool's wall, Amy's legs were wrapped around Stevie's hips as he pumped into her. Her hand grasped mine.

"Sally, you sure can suck. You're going to make me cum if you keep that up."

"That's the general idea, Davy." Sure enough, I felt it boiling up. Her hands pushed my ass further into her mouth and I could feel the head tickle the back of her throat. I felt some pre-cum dribble out.

"Oh, yeah, Sally....yeah, that's good...ah, ah, ah...here it comes, Sally..." She grasped my cheeks tightly as I erupted down her throat. My cum just wouldn't stop. Finally, she pulled off me and my body sank down into the water. My dick was vibrating and pulsing but my body was limp. She moved closer to me and wrapped her arms around me, leaning in to kiss me. I tasted my seed as she tongued me.

Stevie was nearing his orgasm, too. "Oh, Amy, I love it when you squeeze it. Yeah." He was humping her now and the water was splashing around them. Amy was biting his neck and he was moaning. Suddenly, he arched his back and as little noises escaped his mouth, he was shooting his jizz into her, pushing into her as deeply as he could.

As soon as they disentangled, Amy pulled herself up and sat with her legs spread wide and far apart. "Now eat me, Stevie. Tongue my pussy. Eat me!"

"Good idea." Sally clambered up onto the side and pulled my face into her strawberry blond pubes. I snaked my tongue over her slit and circled her clit. Pulling her closer to the edge, I licked her cunt and tasted her juices as they began to flow. She and Amy were right next to each other by the side, their arms locked straight holding them up. They looked at each other and started to kiss. Stevie and I were busy licking and sucking on these delicious clams. Every time I moved up to Sally's clit, I felt her jump a bit. I wasn't ready to make her cum yet - I know she likes to be eaten - so I moved back down into her canal. I continued to do this until I heard Amy's deep and guttural moan. At that point, I began to circle and nibble Sal's large clit in earnest and it swelled up. Her large fleshy cunt lips were now oozing fluid onto my cheeks and she was getting close. Stevie's hand was rubbing my ass and I felt his finger around my pucker. I buried my face into Sally as she began to moan. My tongue rammed her puss while my nose flicked her clit. Amy was now in the throes of cumming and she started to squirt onto Stevie's face. Sally was softly whimpering as her orgasm came on. Both women were rocking their cunts now and pushing into us. I felt Sally's juice turn more viscous and thick. Yes, this was the way I always remembered her orgasm, thick and juicy with a musky fragrance. "Enough!" she said, pushing my head away and she collapsed onto her back. Amy was already laying there flat.

Stevie and I looked at each other and smiled. I grabbed his head and pushed him down, dunking him. He came up out of the water and grabbed me as we began to wrestle each other. "Boys!" I heard Sally say in mock disgust.

Later, after dining on the rest of Stevie's Fricasee, we all lay together on the carpeted floor of the living room. Santo was very happy with so many hands scratching him. He rolled around on his back reveling in it. The phone rang several times but we ignored it, we were all just enjoying the feeling of being together again.

I called my sisters to give them the news. Frannie, who lives in London, had a maessage on her answering machine saying that she was traveling the continent ona writing assignment. She suggested email as a way to contact her. Janey and Ian also weren't home so I left a messsage.

That night, as Amy and I cuddled asleep, I awoke around four. I heard Santo snoring at the foot of our big bed and let my thoughts run though my skull. I got up to take a leak and then walked down to the kitchen. I got my pad and my #2 pencil and wrote down this song.

"Domesticity is a place I'd like to live
I have visited there before
I liked the decor
It's a space that I find attractive
And if I had the chance again
It's a place I'd like to explore.

Peace of mind is a very worthy goal
It doesn't take much work
Not like a job you'd rather shirk
It brings a lot of comfort to your soul
It relieves a world of pain
I/t's better than going berserk.

A happy home with my love at my side
My dog at my feet and I'll abide
The good Lord willing shall provide
And they'll say I was smiling when I died.

Domesticity is a roof above my head
With a sturdy wooden floor
And a solid wooden door
And a table with fresh baked bread
Made with five different types of grain
Wouldn't want for nothing anymore."

A happy home with my love at my side
My dog at my feet and I'll abide
The good Lord willing shall provide
And they'll say I was smiling when I died.
Yes, he was grinning like a fool when he died.

I read it over and smiled. Leaving it on the counter, I padded back to bed and quickly fell back asleep.

I was dreaming of lips on my dick, slowly sucking it in and then sliding back up...wet lips around it...a tongue licking the helmet and then licking along the vein. It was a good dream. I stirred and started to roll to the side when I felt soft hands roll me back. It wasn't a dream after all. I opened my eyes to see Amy in my crotch, looking up at me. I smiled.

"You left this verse out of your song, darling," she whispered in that soft voice so filled with passion and went back to sucking me.

"I think that's another song." I closed my eyes and felt my cock tingle as she sucked on the head and flicked my piss hole. Oh, this is how a man should always awaken.

"I love that song and I love you." She deep throated me. Her nose tickled my pubes. I just lay there smiling.

"Are you hungry for breakfast? Here's your first course...it's better than coffee." She repositioned herself so she could slowly lower her pussy over my face. She descended slowly so I could take in her musk. She slid herself down my nose and onto my lips. Then she leaned down and took me back into her mouth. I lapped at her and made sounds as if I was speaking. She responded by doing the same. I placed my palms over her compact butt and got serious. He were into our favorite rhythm, a graceful pas de deux. I rubbed my palms around her as she dripped into me. We went at this for a while until we were both getting close. She repositioned herself again and impaled herself on my hardness. She leaned in and kissed me.

"I taste so good, don't I? I do. I know I do. I've tasted me."

I pushed my hips up so she could boogie on me. We were rocking hard and now pumping like a V-8 piston. Her juices were flowing all over me. We were moving fast and it was getting divinely sloppy. I couldn't take it anymore and I began to jerk my cum straight up her love canal. She leaned back, arching and writhing. Her fingers moved over her clit and she was rockin' steady. Finally, with a growl and moan, she peaked and collapsed onto me.

"Oh, that was good. Now come with me." She pulled me from the bed and opened the french doors out to the pool. She pulled me to the edge and jumped in.

"What are you waiting for?"

"First things first." I turned toward the lawn and proceeded to empty my bladder followed my a deep sigh. I shook my dick, turned to her and jumped in.
We swam around playing grabsies and with lots of horseplay and laughter. Suddenly she jumped out and ran into the bedroom. Returning a moment later with towels, she waved me out.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 15



"Here. Dry off. I want to show you something." She led me back into the house and toward the wing that she'd kept closed up as it was an area she never used. I hadn't been in this part of the house before as she led me past several large bedroom suites toward a large room at the end of the hall. It was another den. This one contained a pool table, lots of shelving, a bar, some couches and an entertainment center. There were large french doors opening out to the pool and back deck as well as another pair of large french doors leading to the front of the house. The cathedral ceiling had large skylights and the room was filled with light.

"I have never used this area since Roy died. This fucking house was just too big for me. I've kept it closed but Clarence and Rose cleaned it up for us. What do you think about putting the pool table and the furniture in the hotel and turning this into a music room and a recording studio? If this is no good, there is always the basement which is huge....but I like the airiness of this room and I'd like to see it come alive."

"Wow! What an idea! How cool!"

"There's a real nice recording studio in town, Great Divide. Maybe they can help you design and equip it. You should talk to Jamie, the owner, who is an old friend of mine"

"Gee. This is a lot to take in before my coffee. It's an amazing idea, though. Maybe Stevie and I will head over there today. Let me dream a little about this."

"No, don't dream. Do it. I want to start recording these songs. And, you know, it's our house now and it's a very, very fine house."

"Tell that to Graham...Okay, okay. And speaking of this very fine house, I was day dreaming yesterday about it. What about building a small caretaker's house near the entrance by the road, you know, a place where a caretaker and his wife, the housekeeper and maybe even cook could live (perhaps Clarence and Rosemary). It would also beef up security. Think about it. But let's have some coffee first, okay?"

We padded back into the kitchen and poured our cups of caffeine. Amy read "Domesticity" out loud and was finding a melody. I called Stevie and told him that I needed him to come over as soon as he could. As soon as I got off, the phone rang. It was Graham.

"Davy, congratulations again. When's the big day?"

I asked Amy and she said it would be in a week and a half on Saturday night.

"I'm coming and I'll be there with a bunch of buddies. Is there a hotel you suggest?"

"Don't worry about that, Graham, we have rooms for everyone. It'll be a fun party."

"Brilliant! But listen, I sent you an itinerary and musician list for the Breadbasket Tour. I cleared it with Danny and it looks good to him. I sent you an email. Please call me back after you've checked it out, will you?"

"Sure thing, Graham. I'll download it now and we'll talk later. I want to see about installing a studio here in the house and I have a few other chores but I promise, we'll talk later."

I walked into Amy's office off the bedroom and booted up the iMac. In a few minutes, I returned with an Excel spreadsheet and some pages of notes. While we sipped our coffee, we went over it.

"Thirteen cities in two and a half months, that ain't bad. Let's see...the tour starts in Boston, then New York for two nights, then Washington...look at this! Washington is outdoors on the Mall, a full day with some acts in other cities and the whole thing is being televised on NBC as a phone-in drive, the President will speak...wow!...then a few days off, then Atlanta, Miami...a few more days off...New Orleans, St. Louis, Chicago, Minneapolis, Denver...a week off. Well I guess we'll be here...ummm...Seattle, San Francisco and L.A, couldn't book into Texas....no, I have it backwards. It ends in Boston. That will leave us near Jimmy's gig in Montauk...excellent! The core acts are Crosby, Nash, Jackson, Me, Mark and check this out, Bruce joins us in New York and L.A., also Billy Joel, Public Enemy and Lady GaGa...also Stills and Young join up in a few cities...Dylan in Washington, Chicago, Minneapolis and L.A...in New Orleans and St. Louis, Allan Toussaint with Elvis Costello, Irma Thomas and Dr. John, The Nevilles, a cajun/zydeco revue with Buckwheat Zydeco and Terrance Simien...other acts committed are Los Lobos, Pearl Jam, Beyonce and Jay-Z, Kenny Chesney, The National, Robert Randolph, The Black Keys, Linda Ronstadt, John Fogarty, Etta James, Solomon Burke, Marcia Ball...Jesus! House bands include Hillman, Van Dyke, Gadd, Cooder, Lukather, Will Lee, Anton Fig, Sid McGuiness...Paul Shaffer is the band leader...also The Meters, The New Orleans Social Aid and Pleasure Club, Wynton Marsalis...Holy Shit! I like how he adds 'and Special Friends.' LiveNation will handle everything - venues, hotels, transportation. Well, we'll see about that! Those guys are fucking greedheads. I'll talk to Danny...Sponsors include Apple, Ford and Comcast Universal with regional tie-ins. It looks like our summer is booked, baby."

"This is insane, Davy! How is this ever going to make money?"

"Well, it says here that everything, or about 65% of everything, will end up in the local Food Pantries. All acts do four or five songs...payment to be discussed. The money is being overseen by the not-for-profit run by David Geffen, Danny, Bill Clinton and George H. W. Bush. Fucking wow!

Stevie walked in at that point and leaned over me to see what I was reading. His mouth hung open.

"You're going to have to free up, pal, since you're a member of my band."

No response.

"Look, he's speechless, Davy! A first!"

"Homina, homina, homina...I am. I'm speechless. I better get a new autoharp. Wait 'til Sal hears about this! She said to tell you that she'll be over in a little while. She had to go over to the hotel to tend to some bills. Wait until she hears about this! So this is why you called?"

"No. I just got this from Graham Nash. I have another project for you. Come, let me show you."

I led him toward the big den telling him about Amy's idea. He thought it was a great idea. I told him that Amy suggested we visit Jamie today to get things rolling.

"Sure. Good idea. Jamie is a regular customer. I know him well. You know, if I recall correctly, he tried to wangle a date with Amy way back when but she wouldn't bite. He's a good guy, you'll get along fine. Let's go soon though because I have shit to do at the restaurants later.

"Okay. Let's go now. I have to get dressed. I can't be walking around town with my wang hanging." As we walked back to the kitchen, my phone rang.

"Hey David! Sure I'll be there...yup, Amy and I are tying the knot a week before your gig in Denver...Wanna come? It's going to be one hell of a scene...aw, too bad...Yeah, it's cool with me if you're recording...video, too? For PBS? Cool...You did? I'll download it now...Yeah, I just read Graham's email. This shit is sick, man...You'll be hooking up with the tour in Chicago, Minneapolis and L.A.!...cool. Yeah, I'll listen to it now and call you later."

Amy looked up from the itinerary notes. "That was David Hidalgo. He just sent me a couple of mp3s he wants me to hear. Stevie and I are going to take the Jag so you can try out the Escape. You know it has automatic parallel parking, video monitors and the Sync Media system, right?"

"Yes, dear. I saw the commercials, too. Sally is on her way over. You guys get a move on it...Stevie has things to do."

I downloaded the tracks and burned a CD while I got dressed. I also grabbed a CD of the Shangrila tracks. A few minutes later, Stevie and I were heading into Aspen. My phone rang again. It was George. "...yeah, we'll talk more on this. Kisses to Sarah...See ya next week."

"Ain't you something, Davy. Cruisin' with the stars! Who better than you?"

"You just wait, Stevie. You remember when we toured in '68? That was nothing compared to what we'll be doing this summer. Maybe we'll take Big Chocolate for a few dates...kinda like Willie Nelson's bus."

"I like that idea just fine. I'll start working on having the managers cover for me."

My phone rang again. It was Janey and Ian and they were ecstatic. Unfortunately, they couldn't make it out to the wedding as they had to fly to Scotland where Ian's sister was getting married. She said that her daughter, Cris, my niece who lives in Fort Collins, would be there.

We pulled up in front of the recording studio. Fortunately, the staff was just coming in. Stevie introduced me to Jamie and I told him about my plan. He suggested that he come over to the house to check out the space before he suggested anything and we made plans for late afternoon. He showed me around the space and it was really nice...very comfy. He also said that there was no way I could have anything in place before the wedding but he offered his studio if I needed it. I pulled out my CDs and asked if we could have a listen. He put on the Shangrila demos first and was flabbergasted by the musicians. I told him that it was very possible that some of those musicians might join me in his studio and I thought he was going to pass out. We listened to the demo and it drew his staff into the control room. Everyone thought that they were great. Jamie was very impressed by the Shangrila sound. I told him that Shadow was remixing my old stuff there. Then we put on the Los Lobos CD. First track was a kick-ass version of "Sally Take A Ride". Hidalgo and Rosas dueled with killer leads. I absolutely loved it and I knew we'd be doing that song in Denver. The second track was "Canasta de Pan (Breadbasket)" in Spanish with a very Tex-Mex/Norteno/Mariachi feel like only Los Lobos can attain. It purely knocked me out.

"Odas las noches alrededor de las seis, reunimos 'redonda la mesa,
Mamá y Padre y Abuelito, mí y mi hermana, Mabel,
Nosotros doblamos las manos y damos gracias al Señor,
Para la comida nosotros estamos a punto de digerir,
Y para prometer hacer lo que tiene razón y hace todo que podemos."

"Fucking A!" I wiped my teary eyes. Stevie slapped my back. "Now you see why I need a studio in the house, Jamie?"

"Don't worry, Davy. We'll make it as sweet as Shangrila." A staffer took some pictures of us for his wall and I signed a few autographs. I also got compliments on "In The Key Of Me" at The Woody Creek and was asked if I would do a set there again. I thought it was possible...maybe even before the wedding and I told them to keep an ear open. Jamie and I agreed to meet later and Stevie and I pulled away.

"Davy, can you make a quick stop a couple of blocks away? I have to pick up something?"

"Sure, Stevie." I slipped Los Lobos into the CD Player and flipped out all over again. I listened to it again while Stevie ran into a small office. He was out quickly with a large bag.

"Check it out, man" Inside the bag was a half pound of herb. We stuck our faces into it and it smelled sweet. Stevie rolled one as I drove back to the house. It was very, very good ganga.

The girls were just getting into the Escape as we pulled up. I told Amy about the meeting and George's call. She said that both Danny and Emma called and that I should call them back.

"Sally, you must hear this. You're going to plotz on the spot." I put the Los Lobos CD into the player. They were freaking out. "That's my song! That's my song!" screamed Sally joyfully. I told her I would do that with them at the Denver show and I would dedicate it her. Then "Breadbasket" came on and Amy started to cry. She just looked at me and nodded.

Stevie and I went into the house. I showed him "Domesticity."

"Now, this is a song, Davy. This is great. I can hear it."

I called Danny while he rolled a few for me. "Hiya Dan...yup, that is some itinerary...sure I'll do it...how much? You're kidding me! Let's turn half back to the Food Pantry Fund...No? Why not?...But what is this bullshit with LiveNation? Them and that Sillerman asshole fucked up the concert business forever...that's true, They all suck and they are rip-off artists. Always were, even Wolfgang...too expensive...empty seats...You spoke to Eliiot Roberts. He said what? Really?...Well, that does ease the pain somewhat...All right, all right, whatever you say...it'll pay for the studio we're building in the house...and that, too. Yup, a week from Saturday...We have a room for you so don't bother...No shit! God bless precious metals...Sure, go ahead...do what you do....Chuck D? He did? He sampled it? No shit! Very cool.  Okay...okay...uh-huh. Good. I see you a week from Friday...with Emma? Excellent. I love you, man. Honest. Bye."

"I'm rolling in it, Stevie. Money is coming in faster that I can ever spend it. I'm going to have to start giving some of it away. How much you want?"

"Shit, man. If I'm going on tour with you, you better pay me top dollar. I have some heavy backline demands, dude. Plus, I have to get another autoharp."

Stevie and I burned another one as we walked Santo around the property. Make that, some of the property since the house and grounds made up fifty-five acres in all. We stood at the top of a hill in the back where a pristine pond lay surrounded by trees. There was a small enclosed gazebo that looked like a perfect writing room to me. I just shook my head in amazement. We were both nicely buzzed as we walked back. I waved Stevie off as he left to do his things.

Back on the deck, I called Graham and got more details. I called George and we shmoozed for a while. I called Emma. I told her that Danny just told me that they'd be flying in together. She said that Angie can't wait to be the flower girl and that Andy was excited to see me again, his favorite uncle, 'the rock star!' I asked her how she and Jack were doing financially and she said fine, that they were flush ever since I shtupped her with some of my lottery winnings. I told her that I wanted to put her and Carla in charge of my real estate holdings which would provide them with more money. She said that Jack would love that bit of news. She bitched about Carla for a little while and I complained that even though she was in Japan or China or wherever the hell she was, I hadn't heard from her in some time and I missed her. Emma said to expect a call soon but that Carla didn't seem too thrilled about my getting remarried. Too bad. It wasn't about her. I told Emma about the summer tour and she was thrilled about that. I promised that she would have the best seats in the house when we played New York. I also asked if Amy and I could stay at their East Hampton place when I played Montauk in late August and there was no problem with that either. Emma is kind of like me that way, easy going and hospitable. Not like her mother. Carla is more prickly, more like her mother. I told Emma I loved her and to kiss Jack and the kids and I couldn't wait to see her next week.

Frannie called me from St. Remy in the Provence area of France. She babbled on about her writing contract for the London Times and that she's be in France for another three weeks and then in Italy for a few more. She's said she'd be up in Lake Maggiore and Lake Como. That's when I jumped in. First, I told her about the upcoming wedding and asked if I could buy her a first-class round-trip ticket so she could make the wedding. She thought about it for a few moments and then opted out saying she had a deadline to meet on the Friday before the wedding. She said that she'd heard from Janey about the YouTube videos and had watched them. She said she'd be flying into New York in August for a couple of weeks and I suggested we meet up then and she could catch a concert. I then asked her if she would like me to ask my friend, George Clooney, to meet up with her in Lake Como. I thought the line went dead. "George...like THE George Clooney?" That idea she liked knowing full well she'd get major placement in the Sunday section of the newspaper. We talked for a little while longer and I asked her to reconsider my plane tickets offer but, as is her way, she was adament in her refusal. She asked for our address so she could send a gift.

I opened my laptop to check my mail when the phone rang again. It was Susan. She said that she'd found a place in town to take the bus for maintenance. She said it would take a few days and could she fly in on Tuesday and stay through until Monday after the wedding when she would fly back with Elon, who was coming in on Friday. Sure. I told her that she could stay at the house so we could have a couple of days to party and she liked that idea. She told me, on the q.t., that she'd be staying with Elon at the hotel after he arrived and that it was hush-hush. I told her that my lips were sealed and that I'd see her next week and hung up.

I had email from Shelley and Linda. They'd heard about the wedding on E.T. and were excited for me. They said that all was well with them and they'd got over their problems. I wrote back that I would have seats for them in Chicago. the next email was from Laura, who asked me to call her. There was an email from Carla and Denis and one from Alan and Anna, both were congratulatory.

The phone rang again. It was Mark. "We're back on Beech Knoll Road, my friend, and this whole town in buzzing about your wedding. I think we're going to fly in on Friday with a whole bunch of loons but I'm not sure. So, how you doin?"

"We're okay, buddy. Just busy with this and that, I'm building a studio in the house here so whenever you and Deb come to visit, we can lay stuff down. And man, I'm going to email you a couple of tracks Hidalgo sent me. They're killer."

"It looks like we're going to plenty busy this summer. It's one hell of a tour."

"Yeah - but it looks like a lot of fun. The four of us are going to pah-tee!"

"Maybe the Obamas will join us."

"Yeah, right!" We went on like this for a while. He said he had a surprise for me from New Orleans and that he couldn't wait to deliver it. "Coolio. I'll see you guys next week. Love to Deb. Bye."

I called Laura. She asked if she could fly in on Tuesday to cover the wedding and hang with us. I told her that we reserved a room in the house until Friday when we'd move her into the hotel. This excited her because of all the others with whom she'd be hanging. After I hung up with her, I closed my eyes and just dreamed for a little while, listening to the birds chirping and the hawks crying from way on high. This was idyllic. What a tough way to exist.

I hadn't read a newspaper in some time getting my news from the web and the TV. I couldn't remember the last time I did The Times crossword puzzle. But here, in this lazy backyard, I opened the Aspen Times and blew through it. Then I blew through the Aspen Free Press. Local news that I know nothing about is very easy to scan although I did happen to capture a certain wedding announcement. Still, it bothered me a little that I was out of touch with the major issues of the day. In my old life, I made political stands all the time. A lot of us did. I felt that, as a resident of Nutopia, each of us should have strong principles and the ability to discuss them freely. Imagine! Today, no musicians nor artists seemed to stand for anything except making a buck. What does Christine Aguilera stand for? Or Justin Bieber? Or Lady GaGa? Name one popular artist who stands for anything? You can't. And while some people might not care what my politics are, I think it's important to challenge my fans, to force them to think beyond their own sphere of comfort and to open a dialogue. Maybe the time was right to speak about these things again. Anyway, that's what I think, for what it's worth.

Something was running around my head. I grabbed my pad and basically, the song wrote itself. As I wrote, the words sang the melody to me. I liked the F#m modulation and worked that in. I wrote "Poor Man" on the top.

"These are hard times in this world today,




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 15



Only bankers have money and real work don't pay,
If you ask him for a loan, he has nothing to say,
He just turns up his nose and he looks away.
It ain't right.

Throwing oil in the water and dirt in the air,
Turn green into black and don't even care,
Just raking it in, not a penny to share,
Justifying it all by saying 'Life just not fair'.
It ain't right.

If a poor man has no shoes,
He can walk in bare feet.
But if a poor man has no food,
He still has to eat.
Help the Poor Man.

A time will come when the situation's reversed,
The poor man will be king and the rich man will be cursed,
Hard times will get better, they really can't get worse,
When someone goes to lend a hand, the poor man will go first.
That's right.

God help the poor man,
With no shoes on his feet.
'Cause when a poor man has no food,
He still has to eat.
Help the Poor Man.
God help the Poor Man."

I felt very satisfied when I set my pen down. Sometimes, when they write themselves, however rare those times may be, it just happens like that. I was just a conduit. John Lennon once said that all songs exist just above your head and slightly out of reach. You have to stretch high to snatch one.

When Amy and Sally returned they were all bubbly about the new car and that made me glad. For me, buying my first Ford ever was not an easy decision but the car called it for me so I was pleased that I'd made a good choice. Sally asked me to burn a copy of the Los Lobos tracks for her and suggested we go out to dinner. Amy suggested that we just ramble over to the Woody Creek to thank George for all his road treats. I agreed and we said we'd meet them there. Jamie stopped by a little while later and he was impressed by the size and sound of the room. He took some measurements and asked that I give him a few days to develop a plan, a design and some specs. A little while after he left, we drove down to The Woody Creek. As usual, the food and the ambiance was great. George was in good spirits and sat with us for a while. Amy invited him to come to the wedding and he immediately agreed. He asked if we might play another little show soon and I mused that since I had a whole bunch of friends flying in for the wedding, maybe we could do something on the Friday night of wedding weekend. I said that we had to keep it super secret because of the names involved and that the crowd would destroy his place, not to mention the lack of permits, etc. He swore he would.

Over the fish tacos and cold beer, we talked more about our trip and mostly about the good food we ate along the way. Amy mentioned the AdHoc in Yountville and Thomas Keller's cuisine. Me? I mentioned In 'n Out Burgers. After dinner, we parted ways and headed back home with some scraps for Santo.

The next few days seemed busy but in a pokey kind of way. We got everything that we needed to get done but we were plenty laid back about the whole thing.
Danny had sent a bunch of papers for us to sign concerning the combining of our estates. And, although she had no idea where he might be, we included her brother into our estate and property management along with my daughters. I asked Amy about Phillip and she said that she hadn't seen him in more than twenty years. They'd never been close and he had a troubling angry attitude. The last time she saw him, he was on his way to Southeast Asia and India. She'd never received any letters, calls or cards and she didn't even know if he was still alive. I understood the pain she felt although she did well to minimize it.

On the weekend, Amy and I drove around as she gave me the tour. From Snowmass to Leadville and Turquise Lake, we enjoyed the tranquility and the beauty of this part of Colorado. I was reminded of Rick Roberts tune "Colorado" and how he captured the feel of the place.

"Hey Colorado.
It was not so long ago,
I left your mountains to try life on the road,
But I`m tired of that race,
It was much too fast a pace,
And I think I`ve found my place,
Colorado, I want to come home...

On the shore of Ruedi Reservoir, we sat and ate cheese and baguettes, drank wine, toked up and let Santo roll on his back in the grass. The White River Forest was a beautiful spot. On Saturday night, we slept in the mountain top cabin and made sweet love.

Tuesday came faster than we knew and we picked up Susan at Sardy Field. I drove Big Chocolate and Amy drove the Ford. We waited there for about an hour until Laura landed. We drove directly to the shop and Susan directed them on how to prep the bus. She told them she would return in the morning to upgrade the modules. Susan was looking especially pretty and, as I had learned in Berkeley, she was quite candid and one who got to the point quickly. She told us that she'd been dreaming of seeing us again since we pulled away from the university. We drove to the hotel and sat down for a late lunch. I knew that Stevie and Sally might be there and fortunately they were and they joined us over some pasta. We invited them to come over for a sunset hot tub party.

Back at the house, Amy set up Susan and Laura in bedrooms. While they unpacked and showered, I sat on the deck and played my Martin while Amy caught the last rays of the afternoon. She liked "Poor Man" but didn't hear me doing it. Santo had taken to the backyard and he enjoyed rolling around in the grass and snapping at flies. Susan and Laura joined us on the deck with a lit joint and I poured glasses of chardonnay. We chatted about this and that for a while when Stevie and Sally walked in. Of course, Stevie had a freshly rolled bone hanging from his lips. Once we were appropriately mellow, we stripped down and entered the bubbling tub.

"Oh, baby, I needed this," said Sally. As each of us got into the tub, we groaned in agreement.

"I've been dreaming of this for weeks," said Susan, "ever since I first met you two. She looked at Stevie, "Now I remember where I know you! You're the other guy in that painting on the wall in Big Chocolate! I knew you looked familiar."

"Gee...you're right, Sue," observed Laura.

I explained how far back I knew Stevie and Sally and how far back Amy knew them. I explained that they were the ones who set us up. Susan asked if they knew a guy for her considering their matchmaking skills. Sally told her that her wheels were spinning. Laura asked if she could have some time with Stevie and Sally to talk about my salad days for her article. She said that it was nearly complete but when the wedding arose, she knew it would make a perfect ending. The Los Lobos show, she felt, would make an ideal coda.

By now, we were all getting a bit randy. Laura told everyone about her happy revelation on the trip from Yellowstone to the airport and how Amy and Deb showed her the glass dildo. I added that my surprise was feeling her shaved woofer while I was driving. I reached down into the bubbling water and copped a feel. "Yup, that's the same one. I'd remember it anywhere!"

"Wait a minute! I want to remember it, too!" Stevie reached down and replaced my hand with his. "Nope...doesn't ring a bell...but it will!" I noticed that he didn't pull his hand away and a smiling Laura didn't seem to mind.

"Now, Susan, on the other hand (and I moved my hand onto her pussy), this is one I can't remember because I never touched it before...and, you know, it feels nice! Susan had the good fortune to spend the night in Big Chocolate with another Tesla salesperson named Ella and she left us a gift of some primo weed. But what exactly did happen that night with Ella, Susan?"

"It really wasn't very exciting, at least not for Ella. She's a bit uptight...not a very warm person. Which was too bad because I was very horny that night...pot does that to me. I came on to her but she wasn't biting so I slept in your bed and Ella slept in the fold-out. I was laying on your bed high as can be and playing with myself. I looked at the shelves behind the pillows and I saw the glass dildo and the rabbit. I'd also turned on the TV and was watching one of your bisexual porno discs. So anyway, there I am, pumping the dildo and squealing and moaning when I notice Ella watching me and touching herself under her panties. I invited her onto the bed and handed her the rabbit. She was pretty nervous and she told me that she never used a vibrator before and also that sex was never much good except when she played with herself. I took the rabbit and started to rub it over her panties. She lay back and started to shiver so I got bolder and pulled her panties down. I started to do her and she really started to give off a very strong odor. I really had no choice about it, I was so horny so while I pumped the rabbit inside her, I licked her pussy, too. She came so hard that the bus was bouncing. I'm sure any students that might have passed by knew what was going on inside. She had an explosive orgasm. For about an hour after, I got her to smoke some pot to loosen up and I made her cum again but I could never get her to go down on me. In the morning, she was very embarrassed about it and made me swear not to tell Elon. Of course, when Elon arrived, I'd already put the sheets in the washer and had cleaned up the bus, but he smelled pussy right away. Later, when Ella went out to bring back lunch, he asked me if I had broken her down. Up until then, I hadn't known that he'd tried, too. I told him that I was only partially successful."

"I smelled pussy in the bus, too, and I got there hours later."

"I'm telling you, it was her pussy...very, very powerful, Davy...heady is what you might call it."

Susan was sitting between me and Amy. As she told her story, I stroked her puss as Amy caressed her breasts. When her story ended, Amy commented that Ella should have spend a little private time with us and that we would have turned her. Amy recounted the events of the trip where we had turned Carla and Denis. She seemed quite proud of it. Susan spread her legs wide for me as she and Amy frenched. I looked over as Laura, Sally and Stevie were getting into it and I suggested that we move the party to the bedroom.

We all got onto the bed and sat passing a joint around. I commented that the women were all nearly hairless, the exception being Susan's crown of silky black hair above her vagina. Amy reached over and stroked my hardening dick to the amusement of all. Naturally, it rose to the occasion.

"Sally, this is what they were talking about." She reached into her night table and brought out her glass dildo and her strap-on. They received all the oohs and ahs you might imagine. Sally took the glass dildo and placed the head to her lips, licking it while she smiled.

"It still has a little of that Amy flavor to it. Nice!"

Susan asked if she used the strap-on on me. "Not yet but maybe one of these days...right, hon?"

"Well, maybe...we'll see. But right now, I want to lick Susan to see if that pussy I detected was really Ella!" I leaned around and stuck my nose in her pussy, taking a deep whiff. "Yup, she was right! This kind of has the scent of fresh flowers. What I smelled in the bus was Water Buffalo!" Susan rolled me onto my back and straddled my face. I couldn't see what was going on around me but I heard lots of sighs and moans and felt tongues licking my cock. Susan was sliding her pussy over my face. Clearly, she was running the show. As she began to cum, her sliding became quicker and with shorter movement back and forth. Her vagina widened to encompass my mouth. Her sweet juice flowed onto me and she quickly slid further back and mounted my cock. I reached up and fondled her small breasts and small pointy nipples. To one side, I saw Sally riding Mr. Happy and on the other side, I saw Amy wearing the strap-on and fucking Laura with long even strokes. Stevie was smoking a joint and taking the whole thing in. He looked at me and smiled. Moving over toward my head, he fed me his cock. Immediately, I recognized his familiar flared crown as it passed over my tongue.

"Oh fuck. How cool," sighed Susan. She placed her hands on my chest and while controlling her fucking motions, she leaned in and began to suck on Stevie's balls. I took his cock out and fed it to her so I could concentrate on fucking her tight little twat.

Sally got on all fours and she was driving the dildo in and out in a frenzy. She leaned down and buried her face in Amy's ass as she began to thrash as her orgasm mounted. The dildo was buried as deep as it would go as she squirmed on it. I was mesmerized watching her cum as she was putting on quite a show. Susan, meanwhile passed Stevie's cock back to me and we both worked on it together. He said that he was cumming and she told him to cum on her tits. She held it and pointed it toward her tits but his shots hit her face and her neck. I started to bounce and she began to shake again. I picked her up and threw her on her back just as I pulled out and began to shoot all over her tits. She rubbed them as I flooded her. She pulled me toward her mouth and drank my last dribbles.

I collapsed to one side and reached over to Sally. I pulled the dildo from her cunt and pulled her down on my face where I proceeded to eat her in the crazy, wildness that she loves. "Yeah, Davy...you know...yes, yes...I'm almost there, baby...yes, yes...I'm gonna squirt all over you."

"Oh, my...I want to see you squirt," said Laura. She disentangled from Amy and moved her head near mine. She rubbed my cock as I furiously licked Sally. Suddenly, Sally lifted her ass up and began to shower my face with a her spraying snatch. "Oh...how cool...how cool." Laura reached in and placed her hand under the spray. She then licked her fingers.

We were all a bit winded and we sort of collapsed in a big smiling heap upon each other. "You guys are wild," said Susan. "I just love how anything goes."

"I can see why you're such a successful salesperson, Suze. You like to be in charge."

"Yeah, I suppose...especially my first orgasm. I like to make sure I cum. Does that bother you?"

"No, not at all. That was an eminently fun fuck."

"Oooh, I like to be forcefully fucked," said Amy. "Wanna do me, Suze?"

"I'd love to." She took the strap-on and  began to make out with Amy. "Will you let me fuck you, Amy? I want to fuck you good with my big cock."

"Yes, fuck me with that monster. Fuck me hard." Suze was pinching and twisting Amy's nipples.

She mounted Amy and slowly slid the cock in letting Amy feel its length. Once she was buried in her she began to slowly slide it in and out. She gave a little push each time she reached bottom which made Amy jump a bit and push back. We were watching this go down as Amy reached over and clenched my hand. My cock began to stir as Laura and Sally were taking turns licking it. I liked how Laura licked the underside from the base of my balls to just beneath the helmet where her tongue did a little dipsy-do.

Susan was fucking Amy hard now and Amy pulled her legs back to give her more space. Susan was telling her how much she liked to fuck her, how good it felt and how she was going to make her cum. The nub on the inside of the strap-on was having its affect on Susan and the two of them were bouncing. Amy let out her deep groan and I knew she wasn't long, her clenched hand was stopping the blood flow through mine. "Oh Christ, your doing me so good!" Susan drove her even harder, occasionally adding little bites to Amy's nipples. Amy began to toss her head from side to side, grunting and flailing. She arched her back as Susan filled her. Then she let go, with a deep swooping groan and a high arch, she began to cum and cum and cum. Finally, with one last arch, she flopped back down on the bed. Susan decreased her speed but didn't stop and a moment later, she pushed herself deeply into Amy and, with her fingers under the strap-on, she came, too. Sighing, the two of them held each other.

"Yes indeed. You are some fucker, Suze." Amy turned to me and said, "she's a regular human Sybian!"

I was hard now and wanting to fuck again so I flipped Laura onto her back and slipped into her. "Please don't do me as hard as that, Davy. I like it gentle."

Amy leaned over and whispered in Laura's ear, "Then you will love my Davy."

I propped myself upon my elbows and proceeded to suck some face. She was a very good kisser and we quickly got into a nice rhythm. I slowly ran my hands down her soft body and around her full breasts. I stroked down her hips and along her thighs and then back up from whence I started. We rolled onto our sides and she wrapped one leg around my hip. I never broke stride and continued to slowly slide in and out of her, My hand trailed down to her cunt lips and I pulled them up and open, just tickling her clit. She liked that I continued the motion. I slid my hand back up and damn near cut myself on the diamond in her pierced navel. We had a nice smooth motion going as she kissed my face and tongued my earlobe. I rolled over onto my back and cupped her ass using my palms to rock her as I pushed into her. She liked that and spread her legs over my hips all the while kissing me deeply and swapping our spit. Stevie moved behind her and began to tongue her asshole and rub my balls. She seemed to like that, too. She was a very responsive woman, allowing little sighs, purrs and moans with each sensation. Her pussy seemed to throb responsively, too, as my hands pushed her deeper. Stevie moved off her as she rolled me over again so that I was in the superior position. She pulled her legs back as I picked up the pace. Her hand slid down to her clit and diddled it as I rocked. She whispered into my ear, "I've wanted your cock since I first met you. I knew you would be a wonderful fuck...and you are. You're doing me right, Davy, and I'm loving it. I'm starting to cum...you're making me cum...my rock star is making me cum...cum inside me...let me feel you shoot your cum inside me..." Her fingers picked up speed and I could feel her squeezing me deeper. Now we were kissing voraciously. She was panting and jerking her hips, her breasts bounced happily under me. This woman was an enthusiastic partner and very, very sensual. Her body writhed in a gentle way. I was envisioning a Scheherazade dancing around my cock which was starting to throb. Laura hiccuped and began to squeeze her pussy. I could feel her body heat up. One hand pulled at my nipple as she murmured, "yes, yes, yes." And then, in quiet release, I felt her flow around my cock as she seemed to squeeze out her orgasm. I felt as I though I was swimming in her and started to let my cum go. She murmured "yesssss" and squeezed harder, pulling it all out of me. We were both very wet and it was gushing out of her. I pulled my cock out of her quickly and she cried out. I bent between her legs and lifted her ass up so her pussy met my face. I was cleaning her up and sucking her clit. She pressed her hands down on my head and began to jerk, another orgasm was overtaking her and I worked her sweet cunt as long as she could handle it until she pushed my head away and pulled me back on top of her. She kissed me sweetly, holding me tight and rocking slowly. She lay her head back and laughed a laugh of joy and pleasure, "Oh, God...that was wonderful....soooo good."

The others had been watching intently. Amy leaned down and kissed her eyes. "See, didn't I tell you! Isn't he just the greatest? You can't have him,though, he's all mine...but I might just lend him out now and then, but only if I'm there, too."

I was fucked out. In fact, everyone was a bit exhausted as we lay entwined. Finally, after about an hour, Sally said, "I've got some kind of appetite now. Anyone hungry?" We all nodded and mumbled. "I'm thinking Tacos and Steak Fajitas. Okay for everyone?" More nods and mumbles.

"I'll help," said Amy and Laura together and they fumbled out of bed. Stevie rolled over to the night table and lit a joint, handing it to Laura, who took it with her into the kitchen. He lit another one and we passed it around.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 15



"So Susan, did you enjoy that?" I asked.

"I surely did but I intend to have some more, if you don't mind?"

"Right now?" asked Stevie.

"Sure, why not? Do you two have other plans?"

"I'm not so sure I can get it up right now. I feel kind of drained. What do you have in mind?" I asked between deep tokes.

"I was thinking that I'd like to watch you two get it on and then I join in?"

"So you like to watch guys?"

"I've never seen it live until today and it really turned me on. I like that you guys are bi."

Stevie looked at her and smiled. "I'd say we're ambisexual. It's all good."

"Have you always dug cock, too?"

"It was Sally who got us to do it for the first time when we were still in college. We both thank her for that. And how about you? When did you first start eating pussy?"

"I was in high school and me and my best friend were messing around during a sleep over. It was fun to explore and then taste each other as we mimicked the action of a porno film. I knew then and there that I could have it all."

Stevie slid down and spread my legs. "So you want to see me suck his cock, do you?" He lifted my cock but it just flopped back down. He gave it some tentative licks and it didn't move. "Come closer, Suze, so you can watch me." She slid down so that her head was near my crotch. Her hips were near my head and the sweet scent of her pussy drifted into my nostrils. Stevie began to lick and suck my cock and I moved my head nearer to her. She sensed this and turned on her side lifting a leg. Her scent was an aphrodisiac and I began to get hard between Stevie's lips. I pushed a finger into her canal and then placed it under my nose to take it in. Stevie moved to the side and she began to stroke him. Soon, she was sucking him. I moved so that we were in an oral triangle and I could dip my tongue into her snatch. We kept at this for a few minutes until Suze moved to the side.

"I want you both inside me. Stevie, swing around and suck on me. Davy, please fuck me." We did as we were told. As you probably know by now, this is one of my favorite positions. I mounted her from behind as she and Stevie sixty-nined. I love it when Stevie reaches up and kneads my ballsac, occasionally sticking his finger up my ass. And knowing how much Susan liked to be forcefully fucked, I banged away hard.

"Dinner's almost ready!"

"Us, too!" I yelled back.

"No," said Suze, "let's go eat. We can continue this later!" And, just like that, she separated and bounced into the kitchen. Stevie and I went soft instantly.

"She's a whacky one, isn't she?" asked Stevie. I just shrugged.

"Come on! Let's go, you guys! We're in the back!"

We walked out the french doors to see four naked women sitting around the table pouring wine and chattering away over the food. Stevie grabbed the stash and an ashtray. We looked at each other, shrugged and joined them.

They were in conversation as we came to the table. Amy was talking about our sex life. "...but we do it together. We don't play separately. I think I can speak for Davy when I say that we prefer each other's company best and we both have the best sex with each other. Am I right, Davy, or is that just wishful thinking?"

"No, dear, you are one hundred percent correct. I would prefer to have sex with Amy more than breathing. That's the truth. I like to be there when she comes, I like to watch and see her pleasure. I mean, some might say that an orgasm is an orgasm but with Amy, our orgasms reach new heights. We are very well attuned to each other. To be perfectly frank, while group sex is fun for both of us, I'd much prefer to be with her alone...we transcend sex."

"And I'll drink to that!" Amy raised her glass.

"Let me propose a toast," said Sally, "Now, I've known these two for most of my life. I've enjoyed their company and their friendship individually for more years than I care to divulge. But seeing these two together has created a force I could never have imagined. Apart, they were strong personalities. Together, they are a totality...they glow...they give off a vibe of everything good we wish we could all attain. This is truly a marriage made in heaven. I wish you both every moment of wonder...and peace...and friendship...and honesty......and love. May you make our world a better place to be. I love you so. Here's to Amy and Davy Harper."

We clinked our glasses and to be honest, both Amy and I had watery eyes. I kissed Sally, Stevie and Amy. Then I dug into my food.

Later that night, when we were alone in our bed, Amy said that she had something to tell me. "I got a call from Artie today. He told me about a property in town that will be going up for sale in a few days. It's a shame because the owner doesn't want to renew the lease of three longtime tenants and wants to open more yuppified stores - designer clothing stores, like that. I thought about what you said about East Hampton turning to shit for the same reasons."

"What kind of stores is he closing up?"

"Three stores: the hardware store that's been here since the 19th century, an ice cream store and the five and dime."

"Hmm...real community places. Why don't we buy the property and keep the stores there?"

"I was thinking the same thing but Artie said it would be a tough negotiation. He thinks he can get $800,000 grand a year from the new tenants. He's going to drive a hard bargain."

"Fuck 'em. Money talks, bullshit walks. I have an idea. Why not make a deal with him...here's my thinking. Let's buy the building and keep the stores there at the same or better leases, so we can be sure they stay. Then, let's take that awkward piece of property you own near the airport...right on 82, across from the Inn...and turn it into an upscale shopping village with high end stores in western architecture, sort of like what Meg did in Mill Valley...and, here's the hook, we give the current landlord a piece of the action. It's a win-win for him and it yuppifies a dead area on the main drag. It probably takes a bit more thought but, off the top of my head, it sounds like it could work."

"Davy, I think it's fucking brilliant. It will open up a whole new area that's already zoned for business. And we can make it beautiful...and green...and a destination. Oooh, the rich skiing tourists will love it. Let me write this down...I'll talk to Artie in the morning and see if we can make a deal. How much are we willing to spend?"

"I don't know...whatever it takes to keep those stores there...whatever it takes to keep the local community alive. I'll leave that to you and Artie."

Amy was still writing and crunching numbers by the time I fell asleep. When the morning came, she was on the phone in her office talking to Artie. She looked at me and smiled.

"Artie just called me back. We got us a deal. The landlord really wants to get out of the building, he says it needs some work so he'll sell it to us for six million and he'll take twenty percent of the new shopping village. I know his son - he's good - and maybe we can induce him to manage the new place. I want to go into town and talk to the present shopkeepers. Coffee is hot so have some and let's go into town."

A little while later, we piled into the Ford. Susan asked to be dropped off at the dealership so she could oversee the modifications and Laura wanted to watch us do our thing. Santo just wanted to go for a ride.

The trip into town turned out to be very successful. All the shopkeepers were thrilled that we had stepped in to save their businesses. We promised that there would be no lease increases and we asked all of them to make a list of 
things that needed repair and also a wish list of things they would like to see. Then we drove over to an architectural firm that Amy has used in the past. She told them our plan for the property near the airport and asked them to come up with a design that was green, that fit in with the village and that could be a destination. The architects wondered about local stores we might impact and I suggested that we talk with them first about opening up a satellite store. Since we had no intention of harming the town, we'd look for stores that weren't already located in town and would not be competitive with those stores. They liked our plan and said they would set to work immediately. Amy also asked them to draw up plans for a caretaker's house and a front security gate for our house.

We then drove over to the Inn at the country club to make sure all the rooms were being readied for our wedding guests. Amy had already ordered certain amenities like Frette sheets and large flat screen entertainment centers, as well as some new fixtures and such. She was quite pleased with what she saw and heard. We walked over to the dining room and Sally was already there. She showed us the menu which included Stevie's Fricasee and Challah. Sally also wanted to discuss the schedule with Amy but Amy just waved her off and told her to keep doing what she knows best. Susan called me on my cell and asked that we pick her up. Work on the bus was progressing fine but she was driving the workers crazy. We drove over to the hotel for lunch which, naturally, was Santo's favorite part of the day. I mean, if you were a dog, wouldn't you want to sit under the table munching on a thick bone?

It was mid-afternoon by the time we returned to the house. I sat down with my writing pad, my guitar and a doober. Susan was on the phone and on her computer with Menlo Park. Stevie came by and picked up Laura so they could talk about me privately. And Amy, she was busy writing lists of stores that she wanted to contact for the new center.

That night, after a light dinner, I played the Los Lobos tracks for Laura and Susan. We also watched the Sebastian show DVD. We ended up in the pool under the moonlight, playing with each other and having fun. Having three beautiful nude women servicing me was an easy way to enjoy myself.

Thursday, the tension was mounting. Danny called me to see if everything was alright and I assured him that things could not be better. He told me that there was a shake-up at Warner's and Head Suit was gone. He also told me that my ex had called him and Emma with a bunch of demands. "I don't want to fire you up but she is such an evil, envious cunt!" Emma had told her to chill out and he had told her to fuck off and never call him again. He told her to get a lawyer and just try to sue us. I just love the way Danny operates.

The Aspen Times called Amy to ask her about the wedding and about the rumor that we were purchasing the hardware store building. Amy handled it perfectly and told the reporter that nothing would change except for the fact that the hardware store, the ice cream shoppe and the five-and-dime would be even better. She also said that it was our wedding gift to the town. Excellent public relations. She said nothing about the new shopping village.

Santo and I took a ride over to the dry cleaners to make sure that my suit, a cream colored Nudie original with guitars, musical notes and twining flowers flowing over it, was ready. Surprisingly, it fit fine. I picked up a new silk shirt and a new pair of cream and black Lucchese boots. Finally, I stopped at the jeweler and picked up our simple gold wedding bands. I was ready. At least that's what my head was telling me.

When I returned, Amy wouldn't let me into the bedroom because she and the girls were puttering with her dress so I grabbed Stevie and threw him into the car. With Santo panting and drooling away, we drove up to the mountaintop cabin for some peace and quiet.

"I've heard about this place but I've never been here," Stevie told me. "Amy has always kept this place to herself."

We sat on the deck near the edge of the hill and watched the eagles and hawks fly around. We got pretty wasted for a while and we talked and talked and talked.

"What a long strange trip it's been but shit, what a fucking fine destination."

"Well said, Shakespeare! You know I did a lot of reminiscing with Laura and it brought a lot of things home to be about this long strange trip. Do you remember when we were on our way to our first gig at Hecate's Circle? We had a whole new world in front of us and we were confident that we would kill that night. I think we opened for Todd who was with Woody's Truck Stop then."

"Yeah, I remember that night. The crowd couldn't have cared less about us. We laid some big egg that night."

"We did, that's true but on the way home, we were glad we had that first gig under our belt. We analyzed that gig over and over and the next gig was much better. We learned a lot and we entertained a much more responsive crowd. Coming home after that one, I started waiting for the record companies to start calling. Not you, though, you went back to the writing pad and started building our repertoire. You didn't even think about success, you thought about the art of it. That hasn't changed. That's who you are...a songwriter, a troubadour, an artist. Me? I'm a cook. I mean I love what I do but I took a different path because I suppose that's not what I was, you, on the other hand, stayed true to yours."

"I never thought about it that way, Stevie. I just did what felt natural to me. I sometimes wished I could adapt but, you know, I can't. I just don't know how. Ask me a couple of years ago if I was happy about that and you'd get a much different answer than the one you'll get today. It just happens like that."

Late in the afternoon, I got a call from Mark. He and Deb got an earlier flight and had landed at the airport, they'd picked up a rental and were on their way over. I was thrilled that I would be with them again. A few minutes later, they pulled in and it was hugs and kisses all over again. With Susan and Laura, it was sort of a reunion. I called Stevie and Sally to stop by and they said that they would later after their staff meetings.

Mark and I lit one up and I played the Los Lobos tracks for him. Like everyone else, he was knocked out by them. While the ladies locked themselves in the bedroom again, we sat out in the back and played some sweet music together. I played him "Domesticity" and he added a melodic hook that tied the whole thing together. After a bit, we took a break and went for a walk through the hills and down to the lake with Santo leading the way.

"This is some spread, Davy. It is really beautiful."

"It really is. It's going to be our main base. You'll have to come skiing in the winter. By then, I should have the studio completed. I also have to take you up to Amy's secret cabin on the mountaintop. It's another world. This whole place is a very peaceful environment. I guess you could say that I'm pretty happy."

"You two deserve to be happy. When Deb and I got the phone call, we were not surprised. It seemed like the obvious move to us."

Over dinner, Mark pulled out his New Orleans surprise from the trunk of the rental car. He had a sealed box filled with dry ice. Inside the box was fixin's for six Ferdi Specials and a large container of bread pudding from Mother's on Poydras Street. We let the box defrost and when dinnertime came, with a little help from the microwave, we chowed down and if you've ever partaken in a Ferdi Special, I need not tell you how exceptionally delicious it was. Stevie and Sally walked in and they had some too, which sent them both halfway to heaven. For those of you who don't know what I am talking about, a Ferdi Special is made of about an inch of debris. Debris is the remains and the drippings of a sliced brisket packed into a long patty sized to fit into a soft hero roll. On top of that is a thick slice of baked ham, gravy and some cajun mayo. You wanna talk great sandwiches or what?

They hung out for a while, long enough for Mark and I to play them "Domesticity." Stevie made us play it again after he retrieved his autoharp and this time it was even better. With Stevie playing the chords and keeping the temo, he freed me up to riff with Mark. When Amy came in on the chorus, the song was complete and we shared knowing smiles. 

That night, I had my very first Davy/Amy Special. Imagine if you will, Laura on one side of me, Susan on the other and Amy on top. Susan and Laura insisted on making love to both of us at once and they did an incredible job. Mark was between Amy's legs working on three pussies and my balls at once. Deb was on my face getting a tongue bath from both me and Amy. With all these sensations, we felt like fucking royalty...or maybe debris and ham.

And while everyone had bedrooms to go to, we all ended up sleeping together in the big bed. When the morning came, we had some more fun. I felt a special closeness with these people and our love came across in a special, intimate way. Susan had a looseness that only comes with a strong comfort level. Laura made both Amy and I feel a deep love coming from her. She's never felt so uninhibited and free in her life and she relished every moment. Of course, I don't have to tell you about Mark and Deb. It was a very special experience for all of us.

After showers and while we were drinking our coffee, the cleaning crew arrived. Amy referred to them as "La Nina" because they were eight hispanic women who blew through the house. We all sat on the deck while they cleaned house. Susan and Laura were packed up and ready to move over to the Inn. Mark and Deb were ensconced in their bedroom. We were all ready for the weekend.

As noon approached, I hopped into the Jag with Susan. We went over to the dealership where Big Chocolate was waiting. After a very critical once over, Susan gave it her seal of approval and I paid the bill. Susan took the Jag home and I drove the bus over to the airport to await our first arrivals. About a half hour later, Emma, Jack, Angie and Andy came racing through the breezeway into the waiting area. Such big happy smiley faces just lit up my heart. They all looked so wonderful.

Danny and Kathy were next off the plane. Behind them were Jimmy Buffett and Chuck D. Next was my cousin, Ricky and his wife, Adele. After them was my dear old friend, Doctor Lou and his wife, Janice, followed by Graydon and Annie.

"Been a long time, Ricky. You guys are looking good. I'm glad you made it."

"Are you kidding? We wouldn't miss this for the world! When Emma told me, I damn near shit myself!" said Ricky.

It was great to see all of them. I asked if they wanted to drop their stuff at the hotel or just come back to the house with me. Doctor Lou said that I would never get all their bags into the car and maybe we should just stop at the car rental. I pooh-poohed that idea and guided them out front where Big Chocolate stood proudly waiting. We packed everything into the storage bins with plenty of room to spare and got into the bus, which the kids just loved.

"Listen, on the way to the rental place which is right over there, I want you all to hear something. David Hidalgo sent this to me a couple of days ago. It's something Los Lobos just recorded. I'm sure we'll do these tracks at their show in Denver next weekend." I put on the CD and that bus rocked out. Jimmy was floored by "Canasta de Pan (Breadbasket)" and Chuck only wanted to sample it. I drove over to the rental place and pointed out where the Inn was located. I waited for them to get their cars and then I led them back to the house. During the short trip, the kids were already on the bed watching the TV, Jimmy, Chuck and Jack popped some cold ones (I stocked it with Landshark, of course.) Big Chocolate was the consummate host.

The front of the house started to look like a parking lot after our arrival. Amy came running out to greet everyone and she and Emma held hands walking back in. She'd set up a buffet in the dining room and suggested that they hit the pool after. I introduced everyone around. The kids grabbed some food and ran to change into their suits. Santo was very happy to seen them again and was slobbering all over Angie. It was obvious that the party had begun.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 15



Emma and Jack pulled me aside. "Dad, she's fabulous. I love her already."

I knew Jimmy had a place in Aspen and he told me that Chuck, as well as a few others, would be staying there. I told him about the little show at the Woody Creek later and he was all for it.

All afternoon, the house filled with new celebrants, it was a great atmosphere. Cars pulled in and out. Fortunately, Amy thought of everything, including a small kitchen and waitstaff so there was really nothing for us to do but enjoy our friends. All the talk was about the upcoming tour and music, music, music. Frisbees flew around the backyard, splashes in the pool were constant, the pool table was busy and laughter seemed everywhere.

Around seven-thirty or so, we took off to the Woody Creek Tavern. All the parking spots were nearly gone when we got there and I parked Big Chocolate across the street. George was out of his mind ecstatic with the crowd in and outside. Our guests who had flown in that day seemed to scoot right over to the tavern. It was a full house and a half. We agreed to go on at eight-thirty and Amy and I moved around the place greeting our friends.

A film crew from E.T. pulled up and Danny got angry but I stepped in to make a deal. I told them that Annie Liebovitz and Vanity Fair had exclusive rights however, I would allow E.T. to film one song. I also told them that they could set up in the lobby of the Inn during the wedding and get any interviews they could wrangle. They could not however enter the ballroom as we already had a videographer and again, Vanity Fair had all the rights. Finally, I told them that if they followed my orders, Amy and I would give them five minutes. They accepted all my demands quickly, probably because they thought I would just toss them and were happy for any access. Graydon and Annie were also happy with this arrangement, especially since we had never discussed exclusivity of any kind.

Stan and Nancy showed up at eight-fifteen and both were nervous about not having a rehearsed. I told them not to worry and to just have fun as we were all going to wing it. George announced that the show was about to start and the outdoor stage/patio filled up. At eight-forty, Amy and I walked out on stage to massive applause and cheers.

"My friends, my family, and my dog. Thank you all for coming to our wedding. Tomorrow night will be a magical moment for Amy and myself and something we will never forget. We're in love and we are so glad to share it with all of you. Tonight however, we're going to get loose. I have a few new songs to play for you and at any time, if you want to join us up here, don't hold yourself back. Make sure you drink and eat or George will kill me...and...whenever I am here, I like to raise a glass in memory of Dr. Hunter Thompson. To Hunter!"

At that point, I noticed a minor commotion in the crowd. I saw Emma point her finger over someone's head.

"Oh my God, excuse me for a moment. I just got a major surprise. My daughter, Carla, is here fresh from Japan!" I walked out into the audience and hugged and squeezed her. I introduced her to Amy. I told her that I didn't think she'd make it.

"What? You think I'd miss this? Fucking twenty-two hours from Osaka so this better be good!" She got good laughter for that remark. We headed back up to the stage.

"Okay, now where was I? Angie and Andy, come here...my beautiful and handsome grandchildren...in the front...next to Sally and Santo...come on...okay...so I wrote this a few days ago and I need my best friends up here to help out...Mark O'Flannery - get your ass and your fiddle up here...I need my Best Man on autoharp...where are you, Stevie? This song is called "Domesticity", I sure hope you like it."

"...Domesticity is a roof above my head
With a sturdy wooden floor
And a solid wooden door
And a table with fresh baked bread
Made with five different types of grain
Wouldn't want for nothing anymore."

A happy home with my love at my side
My dog at my feet and I'll abide
The Good Lord willing shall provide
And they'll say I was smiling when I died.
Yes, he was grinning like a fool when he died.

Big applause and cheers, hooting and hollering. We played for nearly a forty-five minutes with Mark and Stevie, Stan and Nancy and a revolving group of singers including Graham, David and Jax, Jimmy and Linda. We sang "Mighty Fine", "Wet Yet?", "In The Key of Me (The Aspen Song)", which got a big hometown applause, "Sally Take a Ride" (which I let E.T. tape), "Talk Dirty To Me (with Linda harmonizing with Amy)" and "Big Chocolate" (which crippled Begley like you can't imagine). Buffett shooed us off the stage and took over the mic. We sat next to my kids.

"Thank you Davy and Amy. Now go have a cold brew, preferable a Landshark - plug, plug - while we entertain you. First off, I want to express my long friendship to you, Davy. You are The Man." He sang "Love and Luck."

"Better days are in the cards I feel,
Feel it in the changin’ wind I feel it when I glide,
So talk to me I’ll listen to your story,
I’ve been around enough to know That there’s more than meets the eye,
Everybody needs a little good luck charm,
A little gris gris keeps you safe from harm,
Rub yours on me, and I’ll rub mine on you,
Luckiest couple on the avenue.

With a little love and luck you will get by,
With a little love and luck we’ll take the sky,
In this mangled modern world you’ve got to try,
Try a little love and luck and you’ll get by."

"Thank you, thank you. Now I want to turn the mic over to Graham and David...and Jackson and Linda. Whatcha got?"

"Thank you, James. We want to sing a song that people seem to like but it's our wish to the bride and groom"

"I'll light the fire,
You put the flowers in the vase,
That you bought today.

Staring at the fire,
For hours and hours,
While I listen to you,
Play your love songs,
All night long for me,
Only for me.

Our house is a very, very fine house,
With two cats in the yard,
Life used to be so hard,
Now everything is easy,
'Cause of you,
And our la,la,la, la,la, la, la, la, la, la, la..."

Well into the second verse, everyone was singing along. When Graham started the third verse, he stopped singing and let the audience take over. By the time the song ended, it was a huge group sing-a-long and it garnered huge cheers and applause. In fact, there was so much noise that two police cruisers pulled up to investigate. George served them some food and they stood off to the side and watched the show.

Linda took the mic next. "I spoke to Jimmy and Laura Webb this week. They're in Italy and couldn't make it here but they send their love. I have a song that Jimmy wrote that I'd like to sing." She turned to Mark and he nodded, he whispered to Stan, Nancy, Stevie and Van Dyke who was now on the keyboards.

"I bruise you, you bruise me,
We both bruise too easily, too easily to let it show,
I love you and that's all I know.

All my plans had fallen through,
All my plans depend on you, depend on you to help them grow,
I love you and that's all I know.

But the ending always comes at last,
Endings always come too fast,
They come too fast
But they pass too slow,
I love you, and that's all I know.
That's all I know, that's all I know."

My God, was that gorgeous! What pipes she has. The audience responded in kind. Linda called for Jackson.

"I see a friend of ours has just arrived. Bob, you want to do a song? Come on up." Dylan walked through the crowd and stopped to hug us.

"Yeah, I got one...I've bumped into Davy Harper many times over the years. From being next to each other in recording studios to once on the movie set of "The Missouri Breaks" and good stuff always happens. In fact, I bumped into him at a concert a few hours after his daughter, Carla, was born...It was a thrill for me to see him all resurrected at the Food Pantry Benefit in Santa Monica. Anyway, sometimes, when I'm stuck for words, I think of how words just tumble out of Davy and my words start to flow. He's my instigator. This song happened like that. This one's for you two lovebirds...I need some help up here...Graham, David, Jackson? Who else..."

"May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others,
And let others do for you,
May you build a ladder to the stars,
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young...

...May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation,
When the winds of changes shift,
May your heart always be joyful,
And may your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young."

The crowd was hushed. Dylan can do that. The simplicity and tenderness of the song was made more powerful but the understated accompaniment. Stevie's simple arpeggiated chords and Mark's soulful plaint seemed to strengthen his words and phrasing. The singer's added another texture and David Crosby was astounding. There was a long pause before the crowd erupted in a roar. Bob nodded in thanks and left the stage. The other musicians followed. there seemed nothing more to do. I mean, who would follow that? Jackson seemed to sense the denouement and went up to the mic.

"Wow. I mean, what can I say except 'Thanks, Bob.'" He looked at me and I went up to the stage and took the mic from him.

"Thanks, Jax. And thanks to Bob, to Graham and David and Jimmy and Linda and Ed and Mark and Van Dyke and Stevie and Stan and Nancy and to my bride, my beautiful Amy. Weren't they great? Come on, give it up...Hang out a while...Does anyone know how Flaco is feeling? Or Stanley Dural?...George, can you send out another round of Landsharks - plug, plug)...Oh...I nearly forgot, I have a couple of announcements...First off, tomorrow at one, I want to cut a couple of tracks at Great Divide Studios in town. All players, singers and party animals are invited...Second announcement: I'd like you all the hear something. David Hidalgo sent this to me a couple of days ago. Los Lobos can't be here this weekend because they're playing in Houston and Dallas but they just recorded this. I'm sure that next weekend when they play Denver, we'll do 'em. The first track is a song I wrote back in 1970 when Stevie and I were scuffling. It was my first hit back in the day when hits mattered. It was written about this crazy lady down here in front...The second track is quite amazing. It called "Canasta de Pan" or "Breadbasket" in Spanish. I love it and I know you will, too. George, if you'll press 'play'?...Thanks again friends for coming out...we'll do this again tomorrow."

The music blared from the speakers and the party was back on track. Sally danced around and everyone mingled. I saw Bob talking with Danny and I went over to hug them both. I heard a deep baritone call my name and I looked over to see Shadow. We all hugged each other and they started to chat. Elon and Susan waved to me and I moved over to hug them. Before I could even say a word, Graydon and Elon were chatting. Annie was talking and snapping away, talking and snapping away like it was a natural thing. Linda and Amy were like sisters. Always big fans of his, Ricky and Adele were chatting with David. At one point, I saw Carla, Bob and Chuck shooting the breeze. Jack never left Emma's side and the children were having fun being led around by Santo. Nancy was busy asking Mark violin questions. Doctor Lou, who loves good music and has very esoteric taste was deep in conversation with Van Dyke and Jackson. I liked how my guests mingled. 

One of the cops nodded to me and I walked over to shake his hand. He congratulated me and said that what Amy and I had done for the hardware store was a boon and a blessing to the town because many locals feared that their way of life was deteriorating due to creeping gentrification. I assured him that Amy and I would do all we could to prevent that and that we were just warming up. He thanked me profusely and walked off to his cruiser. Emma grabbed me and asked if she could take the kids back to the house to put them to bed. Amy, who was nearby, gave her instructions and the keys to the Ford. Before they left, Angie and Andy gave me big hugs. I told them to sleep tight because tomorrow was a big day.

I went and settled up with George. "Well, Davy, you did it again. This place was something else tonight...a very memorable night, thank you. I won't take your money, though...consider it a wedding gift, even though you're stealing my best girl."

Stevie was off to the side with Stan and Nancy. "So? Are you two ready for tomorrow night?"

"Not to worry, Davy. We have a small band made up of the best players in this area...and maybe with a few surprises, too. We also have the song ready for the procession. But, Davy...tonight was maybe the high point in my musical life...I played behind all those stars...and Bob Dylan! Somebody smack me!"

"...and I got to play with Mark O'Flannery, my fiddle God!" added Nancy.

"I feel the same way, Davy. That was too cool...way off the hook, man."

"Well, you all sounded superb. It was a thrill for all of us. Both Graham and Bob commented upon how well you guys sounded. Do you two want to join Stevie and me on the upcoming tour? The pay will be good and transportation and accomodations are covered."

"Be still my heart! Yes, yes yes!"

The party went on for another hour or so until guests began to drift off back to the Inn. Amy and I left before it was over. With Mark, Deb and Carla, we took Big Chocolate back to the house. The atmosphere in the bus was euphoric  but I think Carla was starstruck. "Me and Bob Dylan talking about my book. Can you fucking imagine?" She commented that now she understood why her mother was so envious but I let the remark pass without comment.

Back at the house, we all sat around the deck and had nightcaps and the omnipresent joint (except, of course, for Carla. Only soft drinks for her. Thank you, Saint Betty Ford.) We spoke quietly as not to wake the children. Jack said that Andy was entranced by the bus and asked if I might give them a tour in the morning. Amy suggested that I take the bus up to the secret mountaintop retreat to check it out. She thought it might be good place for us to honeymoon on Monday night. I thought that was a perfect idea. We all drifted off to bed feeling great. I spooned Amy and squeezed her tight. I let my hands roam but she pushed me away telling me it was bad luck to screw the bride on the night before the wedding. I told her that once we were married, she'd better not ever hold out on me. "Never, never, never, my love," she said and we drifted off to sweet dreams.

Saturday morning came faster than my dreams could keep up with. The house was bustling early as the kitchen staff was serving breakfasts like room service. Santo was parked under the table cleaning plates and eating scraps. He didn't even notice us as we passed by. Amy and I drifted into the dining room to find Emma, Jack, Mark and Deb in a free flowing conversation. Someone asked me a question and I heard someone else day, "You know better than to talk to him before he has his morning coffee!" It doesn't get truer than that. I walked into the den where Angie and Andy were locked into the morning cartoons. I walked out onto the deck where Carla was already sucking up the rays. I watched the sun dapple the surface of the pool while I slowly sipped my coffee and waited for the caffeine rush.

Walking back into the dining room, Amy patted the chair next to her. As I sat down, I was served a cheese omelet and sausages. Emma told everyone about growing up with "Daddy's Special Cheese Eggies" which was her favorite breakfast. Carla yelled in from the deck, "Mine too!" Finally, the coffee started to work. I said something about replaying last night's party in my dreams. Mark said that he'd done the same, especially the song with Dylan. "What a presence!"

Andy came running in and sat on my knee while we worked on my eggs together. "Grampa, Mommy told me that your bus is really a 'magic bus', could you show it to me today?"

"Sure, buddy. And you know what? I'll take to a magic place on the very top of a mountain. How does that sound?"

After breakfast, George and Sarah pulled up. Amy had invited Sarah to help her and to hang out. While I gave Jack and Andy the tour, Danny and Kathy pulled in with Linda. Kathy and Linda ran into the house while I showed Andy the upper terrace which he loved. Jack liked all the green features. Elon, Susan and The Begleys pulled in next with Graydon, Annie and Laura right behind. The woman all raced into the house but Annie wanted to hang with us on our trip up to the secret house. I told her that I wouldn't allow any pictures up there but she insisted that she wanted to see the place. She turned to go into the house and asked that we let her know before we leave. Elon, Ed and I inspected the new things that Susan installed like the new water purification system, the improved dog feeding cleaner, the larger driver's module screen, the rear-view color cameras and the new electronics dome on the roof. Andy was right next to me as I checked things out.

"Andy, I have a few more things to show you. Now check this out." I pressed the expansion buttons and the slide-outs opened up. His eyes bugged out. "Now, come with me." I took him outside where I opened the storage bin and swung out the amplifier and mic mixer. "This is when I want to give a concert next to the bus." I showed him the inflatable hot tub. There was a lot of "gee" and "holee." Then I opened the awning and dropped the tent. "This is when Amy and I want some breakfast and there are lots of bugs flying around. But, Andy, I'm saving the best for last. Come with me." I showed him the enviro-shower and he wasn't impressed. "This isn't what I wanted to show you." I took him into the bedroom and I slid the TV up.

"I know about the TV, Grampa, Amy showed it to us yesterday."

"But she didn't show you this. Now sit on the bed and put your head on the pillow." I pressed the buttons to raise the head of the bed. "Cool, huh?"

"Wow, Grampa, very cool. I want to show Angie!" He ran into the house. Jack was discovering the recliner with the hidden desk when the kids ran back in. Andy showed Angie the bed and all we could hear was "cool!".

It was nearly ten now and I wanted to run up to the mountain lodge so I closed the bus up and sent Angie into the house to get Annie. A few minutes later, we were driving up the steep inclines and twisting roads to the summit.  When we pulled up to the lodge, I explained about the sacred Native American grounds on the other side of the forest. I explained that Amy had deeded the land to them in perpetuity. We quietly exited the bus and I unlocked the lodge. Clarence and Rose had cleaned it and it looked and smelled wonderful. I needn't tell you how dumbstruck everyone was. I led them out onto the deck and its infinity view. This perfect day with its limitless view of far away snow-capped peaks was truly breathtaking. Below us, eagles and hawks circled. At one point, an eagle swooped up within a hundred yards of us and I watched the jaws drop.

"Now I see why you love this place so much," said Mark. "You will write some outstanding music up here."

"Now I understand why you keep this place secret," George added.

"You know," I said, "when Amy first took me up here, I was only the second person to see this. Now, with all of you, it's no secret anymore. But you'd better not tell a soul!"

Annie and Graydon were talking on the side of the deck and Graydon was shaking his head. "Annie, can you understand why I don't want this place photographed? Why would I want people looking for it or snooping around? Plus, it's a sacred place for Amy..."




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 15



"Yes, Davy, I do understand. But...if I could set you up away from the house and hopefully capture you against the sky with an eagle flying by...then I have the picture, I mean, the perfect picture."

"Annie, I can't say no to you. But you have to promise that the picture shows no discernable place, you understand, right?"

"I do, Davy, and you know I love you and I won't fuck with you. Now, just stand over here and look handsome."

We walked out along the side of the house where the mountain peaks rose in the distance. As if on cue, an eagle swooped up and Annie snapped three shots before he was gone. "There, done. That didn't hurt, did it?"

We got back into the bus and quietly drove back down to the house. Everybody in the bus was humbled by the place, even Andy. He sat next to me as I drove and he asked about the Native American rites and religious services that were held there. I told him that I really didn't know about them because I had never seen them occur and furthermore, we were not welcome there as it was their private place. George said something about mescaline and peyote buttons.

When we pulled up to the house, there was a sense that the men were not welcome inside so I asked them to follow me to our private lake. We walked through the backyard behind Andy and a very playful Santo. Mark took the opportunity to light a spliff remarking that I needed it. He wasn't wrong. When we got to lake, we sat around the gazebo and talked about the spread. I explained that it was fifty-five acres in total with three streams and a lake. Danny was quite impressed and commented upon how well Amy and I had handled the building purchase in town. He liked the idea of the caretaker's cottage and the security gate saying that it would only increase the value of the place. He also felt that our high-end shopping village would make millions of dollars and was a shrewd use of lousy property. George reminded me that we had to be at the studio in an hour and that we should get back up to the house. I agreed and we all began to walk back. I pulled Jack and Danny to the side.

"Jack, I'm going to be making some changes to arrangements of my estate. Now, Danny is the person who makes all final decisions with me. I trust his advice and counsel like no one else. You know, many of the people you see around you this weekend have all turned to Danny to handle their affairs. He is the man. However, I'm telling you this because I'm going to set up Carla and Emma to operate and decide over my properties. I want to expand the trusts for everyone, especially the children. I want you to work with Danny in developing accounts with your firm. Basically, I want to expand access to each of you to the tune of about twenty-five million dollars a year." Jack's jaw dropped. "But you must understand...Danny is your guide. Trust everything this man tells you and follow his advice. When you get back to New York, Danny will arrange a meeting with all of you and help you to sort out my wishes. What is the purpose of waiting until I'm dead? Let's enjoy all this money today. Right, Danny?"

"Right, Davy. I promise that I'll make it easy and that everyone will be very happy."

"Davy, I don't know what to say."

"Look, Jack, just stay married to my Emma and do right by her and the kids and you'll have said it all...and just make sure there's room for Amy and me in East Hampton come August. I promised Jimmy I'd play at his benefit."

The house was bustling with chattering women. The staff was serving lunch. We had about a half hour before we left to go to the studio. It was past noon so I opened the bar and started serving up short ones. Soon, it was time to go. Since there was no place to park Big Chocolate, I suggested we pile into cars. Mark, Stevie and I piled our gear into the back of the Escape and Danny and George piled into the back. Comments about the car flew as I drove - everyone had seen the commercials. Danny commented that he thought Jack, who was following in the Jag, might have shit himself during our talk. George said he nearly shit himself when the eagle did a loop-de-loop in front of us. Passing a joint around the car helps conversation flow...at least, sometimes, anyway.

We pulled up to the Studio where our guests were crowded around and shooting the shit. As soon as I got out of the car, Shadow and Van Dyke pulled me aside. "Davy, my friend, everything is well and under control. Jamie and his people should have the studio set up in a few minutes. Now, if it's all right with you, Mr. Parks and I would like to run these two songs. We both know how you like to record and we want to do this around you. The first song we want to do is "Domesticity." Now Van really liked the autoharp and violin combination that you did last night so I'll turn this over to him."

"Davy, here it is. Gadd on drums and Hillman on bass. Mark and Stevie. I have a piano bottom I'd like to add under your guitar. I'd like you and Bob to swap some lines. Basically, Bob sings with you on the chorus and then you and he swap the lines, "With a sturdy wooden floor/And a solid wooden door/And a table with fresh baked bread/Made with five different types of grain" and sing the last line together. When we have that down, Graham wrote a counter-melody harmony part with David and Jackson. Linda floats over that. It's sort of reminiscent of "Our House" and it's pretty. What do you think?"

"I'm in your hands, Van. Let's do it."

The players congregated in the studio and we went over the music for about fifteen minutes. We nailed it in two takes. I remarked that it looked so good to have Shadow behind the glass again and everyone nodded. Bob and I recorded the vocal in two takes. On the second take, we were both having so much fun, you could hear the giggle in our voices as we nailed the verse. Then Van conducted the singers in their harmony part and that took three more takes before everyone was satisfied. It was a wonderful addition to the song: "There's an ottoman for my feet, there's a soft cushion for my seat, there's a fireplace throwing heat, There's a glass of cognac neat, Ain't this life sweet." As the counter-melody ends, it meets Mark's violin florish and Stevie's arpeggio chord. Sweet.

I called everyone in and we gave it a listen. It was good. I knew it, everyone else did, too. It brought a knowing smile to your face. Bob and I nodded to each other. It worked.

Shadow smiled at the response. He cleared his throat. "Now as long as I have you all together, I want to talk about "Big Chocolate". This is going to be a Shadow Morton production. I mean, full widescreen. I been thinking about this all night. Now I want to make this sound like there's a huge party going on inside this bus, like the bus is three hundred feet long and fifty feet wide. Everybody is on this song and I don't mean just the chorus. After we get the track down, I'll lead you all through your lines. When we're done, Jamie, Jackson, Jimmy and I are going to do a little magic. Okay? You got me? I need Gadd, Hillman, Crosby, Parks, Chuck D, you're on congas...Stevie, Mark,...where's Lukather? Begley? Give Begley the tambourine...Okay good, everybody else get out of here."

Mark showed everyone the rhythm and how the song drives like the wheels on a road. Steve laid down a beat that was reminiscent of Johnny Cash's "Ring of Fire", sort of a loping steady roll of a trotting horse or maybe a slow train. Then we laid it down - three takes and done. Shadow had me add a tracking vocal. Then he kicked me out. Over the next hour or so, he called in different people to do their parts. All of sat outside and smoked joints, cigarettes and cigars, we drank thick shakes courtesy of the ice cream shoppe and talked about the tour. I was advised not to smoke anymore dope or Amy could claim that I was stoned when we got married and have it annulled. Not bloody likely. I posited that she might be smoking a joint too and therefore it would be a double negative. The street traffic was stunned by all the famous faces hanging out and several times we were too busy signing autographs to hear Shadow call for us. I also noticed that Laura was flirting a lot with Tim, Jamie's right hand and studio manager. I'd noticed earlier that he was a pretty good guitar tech. Finally, it was done. Shadow asked me to come in and sing the song again, this time like I meant it. Then he told us to get lost, to go to a restaurant and he'd send a runner over to get us when they were finished.

I led everyone over to the hotel where Stevie had all sorts of finger food served. About forty-five minutes later, Tim came in and announced that it was ready. We walked back into the studio and Shadow asked us to put our seatbelts on.

It started with the sound of a quiet humming diesel going down the road as the band kicked in and faded up. There were sounds of glasses clinking, people laughing and a fairly wild party going on. My voice came up.

"Got a full house, rolling down the street
Got my baby right beside me, our dog under her feet
Got my buddy and his fiddle by his side (an O'Flannery flourish), Got his missus looking sweet.

Then the voices began to take lines.

Got an upstairs terrace (Shadow), got a dumbwaiter, too (Danny),
Got a shower with a lot of heads, to hit you where want them to (Chuck D),
Got solar heated water (Van Dyke) and a cold box full of brew (Jimmy).

Everybody, in a raucous chorale:

Big Chocolate keeps rolling,
Big Chocolate keeps rocking,
Big Chocolate keeps reeking,
Big Chocolate keeps going and going and going and going...

Got a tilting bed (Andy) and big TV screens (Jack),
Got a clothing dryer and a washing machine (Linda),
Got a toilet that flushes into a compost machine (Ed).

Runs on diesel, lithium and solar cells (Elon),
With a smaller footprint (Graham), it's green to the extreme (David),
With all the extras, whistles and bells (Jackson),
It's the travelers' motorized traveling dream (George).
It's Davy (me), Elon (Elon) and Ed's (Ed) Big Chocolate Supreme (the three of us).

Now me alone.

Got a full house, rolling down the street
Got my baby right beside me, Santo's under her feet
Got my buddy and his fiddle (another O'Flannery flourish), Got his missus looking sweet.
And when I pull out my guitar, and light up a cigar (Bob), everything's complete.

Big Chocolate keeps rolling,
Big Chocolate keeps rocking,
Big Chocolate keeps reeking,
Big Chocolate keeps us going and going and going....easygoing and going and going and gone."

The track ends with the music fading down, the party fading down and the sound of the diesel moving down the road. Over the sound of the diesel, you can hear the "click-click-click" of Annie snapping pictures. Graydon says, "That'll work if we crop it a little." Annie replies in the fade out, "Crop it! My ass! Crop this!"

We were screaming when it ended. I mean rolling on the floor laughing and screaming. Jamie handed out CDs with printed labels to everyone, I told Shadow that Amy, Deb and Santo were going to want to get in there, too. Jamie said that Shadow assumed that and he'd left spots to add more voices on the master. There was a lot of high-fives and Ed was out-of-his-mind happy. But damn, it worked. It was funny and we all had a blast cutting it. And it worked!

It was almost five by the time I settled with Jamie and we were on our way back. We drove slowly so we could suck up the roaches. Andy had already raced into the house with his copy of the CD when we got there. "Domesticity" was ending to a round of applause as we walked in. Then "Big Chocolate" came on and by the time it ended, there wasn't a dry eye in the house. First, Emma led a rousing cheer for Andy, who was beaming. I told Amy, Deb, Sally, Emma, Carla and Angie that on Monday, we'd go down to the studio and add their voices as well as a Santo bark. That seemed to mollify them, especially Angie. I took her around and told her that I didn't forget about her and that I saved a place especially for her. Throughout the whole thing, Amy just shook her head.

I was punchy. I asked Amy if I could take a half-hour nap. Since we had until eight-thirty, she said I could have an hour but I couldn't have the bedroom so Mark and I fell out in his bed. Forty-five minutes later, I got my shaving kit and my clothes from the bedroom and brought them back to Mark's room. This turned out to be a smart move as Deb used our room to dress as well as help Amy, as if she needed any help. But, you know, this is what they all do, fussing with brides.

It really took me no time to shower, shave and dress. In fact, I think Mark, Stevie and I spent more time taking bong hits. I must admit, I did look pretty sharp in my Nudie suit, open collar and new boots. I was tempted to wear my cowboy hat but I just couldn't bring myself to go there, although the boys egged me on. At eight, the chauffered Rolls-Royce pulled up. It was a classic old Silver Cloud and it looked neat. I knocked on the bedroom door and Amy stepped out, radiant in a light pink gown and knock-out red lips. Damn if she didn't look spectacular. I handed her a bouquet of pink roses and lilacs. She attached a boutonniere to my collar. Our friends and family all looked beautiful and applauded us as we slowly walked to the limo. Amy asked me to make sure I walked slowly as it was years since she'd worn high heels. Fortunately, she packed a bag with flats so she could dance. I wanted so to kiss her but I didn't dare to mess with her make-up.

We led a caravan to the Inn. She babbled a lot and I teased her for being nervous. We talked about the afternoon's recording party and she said that listening to the tracks, it was obvious we had a blast. She really, really loved "Domesticity" and she suggested a harmony part she wanted to add under Linda. I agreed with everything she said, whatever she said. A few minutes later, we pulled up to the Inn and she ran off to the Bride's Room but not before the E.T. cameras caught her in flight. I spent five minutes with them and it was a funny five minutes as Jimmy, Jackson, Chuck and Mark kept interrupting and mugging for the camera.

I greeted our guests as they filled the cocktail room. I made sure to ask Stevie if he had the rings and he assured me that he did. Stan and Nancy were playing and they had added Jimmy Ibbotson on mandolin. It was a very mellow sound. Rabbi Mintz asked that I meet Amy in the office to sign the marriage license. Stevie and Sally joined us as our witnesses. Finally, it was time to get married. I looked in Amy's eyes and told her that all my life I'd waited for this moment, that I loved her beyond any love I'd ever dreamed about, that I would love her forever and beyond that, too. She told me that she was going to cry and it would fuck up her make-up so I should just cut it out and save it for later. We laughed and headed toward the chapel.

As Stan and Nancy played, Angie walked in first, all pink and girlie. She tossed flower petals as she walked and her smile was ear to ear. Listening to our guests "ooh" and "ah" just made her smile wider. Andy was next. He had Santo on the leash as they strolled down the aisle. Santo was wearing a white shirt collar with a black bow-tie. He seemed to be laughing as Andy led him to the front row. Stan and Nancy began to play "Here, There and Everywhere" as I requested. I was next with my daughters on either side. They left me as I walked to the chupah. Stevie and Sally escorted Amy down the aisle, Gasps filled the room as she proudly walked, beautiful, stunning woman that she is. I noticed that Annie was snapping away and I was glad that these photographs would be special. As they approached the chupah, Stevie came up to my side and Sally walked to the opposite side. I turned and took my bride's hand as we stood before the rabbi.

I don't remember very much of what happened next, it's all a blur. I remember turning to Stevie for the rings and him going through his pockets and not finding them. He dramatically snapped his fingers and ran over to Santo, who had them tucked in his collar. This brought great laughter. I remember us exchanging vows and placing the rings on our fingers. I remember crushing the glass. And I remember the Rabbi saying, "By the power vested in me by the State of Colorado, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." Feeling our lips meet and feeling the glow surrounding us is a moment I shall cherish forever. And what a sweet kiss it was, too.

We turned to see our friends standing and cheering. Handkerchiefs were daubing eyes and everyone was beaming and shaking our hands. Annie was snapping away in front of us. It was all such a blur. I can sing before ten thousand people easier than I get married, that's for sure. I think I can still feel my cheeks stretched out from my wide shit-eating grin.

Annie pulled us to the side to take a portrait and then surrounded us with our wedding party and then our extended wedding party. Annie let E.T. film it, too. Santo sat happily in every shot, except the portrait, of course. Then we waited to be announced into the ballroom. Amy changed into her flats. I looked at Amy and asked, "Are you happy now, Mrs. Harper...making an honest man out of me?"

"And what about me? Now I'm an honest woman...and honestly, I want to fuck you silly...right now! Let's split this scene and get a room. I have connections."

I heard a voice introduce us as "Mr. and Mrs. Davy Harper" and the big doors opened. We entered to a very joyous party. Walking to the center of the dance floor, we were surrounded by everyone, shaking our hands and hugging us. I can tell you, there was a lot of love in that room. Much later, Amy and I agreed that it was one of the most unforgettably jubilant moments ever. It definitely was. Mark hit the bandstand and he and Nancy duetted on "Oh, How We Danced On The Night We Were Wed" which was Amy's choice reflecting an old family tradition. We waltzed around the room until people broke in on us. I whirled around the room with Emma, then Carla, then Angie, then Deb and finally Sally.  Finally, we sat down at our table surrounded by the same friends and family. I told Angie that she was the prettiest flower girl I'd ever seen. Stevie stood up to make a toast and the room hushed, clinking their champagne classes with spoons.

"Welcome, friends. Davy and I met when we were eighteen and selected to share a dorm room at college. He's been my best friend and my inspiration ever since. Sally and I met a few months later and Davy was the Best Man at our wedding a few years later. Sally and I met Amy when she was a young woman fresh out of college looking for a summer job as a waitress in our first restaurant. She's been our best friend ever since. So we all go way back, if you know what I mean. It was not luck that brought these two together, it was Sally and me. We knew that Davy had driven his little camper across the country to meet the woman who would become the love of his life. We also knew that Amy, sitting alone in her mansion on the hill, was waiting for her Prince Charming, her Rock Star, to sweep her away. From the moment these two met, I knew that one day soon I'd be making this toast. So, here's to my best friends, to people I dearly love, and to the greatest love any of us have ever witnessed, let's wish the best of everything to Amy and Davy Harper!"

A roar went up and champagne glasses were raised. Amy and I blushed and kissed each other. We then got up and kissed Stevie and then Sally. Then the party started for real. Everything was perfect...the food...the music...the dancing...the camaraderie. All through the night (and, I might add, as the liquor flowed), there were more toasts. Danny spoke about meeting me in 1972 and how I became his first client. He thanked me for making him very rich and looked forward to many more big paydays. Mark toasted me calling me an artistic inspiration and with Amy, for making his own marriage to Deb more meaningful. Jimmy made a toast about how I taught him to get high like a true rock star and to still be able to finish a song. He concluded by saying, "Now that's a pro." Linda got up and made a toast to Amy saying that singing with her is as natural as singing can be, that she had the voice, the phrasing and the smarts of a seasoned pro and finally, that she'd be glad to harmonize with us anytime. Amy was blushing and she whispered to me that Linda was full of shit. Bob got up and said how he's always envied my ability to knock out a song and tell a story as if I was telling a story to my friends. He said that while he always suffered through his creations, it came easy to me. He repeated the line about sometimes when he was stuck, he'd think of me and how I would say it. I leaned over to Amy and whispered how full of shit he was.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 16



If you haven't read the previous installments of "Davy's On The Road Again", I suggest you read them so you can get up to speed. If you are too young, too prudish or not into reading about sex in its many combinations, then what are you doing here?

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Hello, my friends. It's been a long season since we've communicated and I thought now that things seem to be settling down, I would bring you up to date in my ongoing saga. To tell you the truth, I'm pretty exhausted these days and very glad to be home with Amy again. In fact, the last few years have been a whirlwind for me and I'm surprised that exhaustion isn't my biggest health issue. Let's just be happy that's all I can bitch about.

My life has been a lottery win. Considering that only a few years ago, my only retirement plan was to die, everything that has happened is nothing short of miraculous. They say that money can't buy happiness but I think that is only partially true. With the addition of some luck, money can buy you breathing space, breathing space can bring you focus, focus can direct you toward attaining your goals, attaining your goals can provide satisfaction, satisfaction can grant you peace of mind and peace of mind can bestow happiness. So I raise my glass to the New York State Lottery Commission for getting me back on my feet and starting my ball(s) rolling again.

What I really want to do here is bring you up to speed with my life. I've received so many nice emails and letters asking me to continue my saga (and while I had no intention to do so), I realized that it was okay so why not, you know? Not that I want to pander to my fan base, I don't. In a way, my writing you is therapeutic for me. It reminds me of where I've been, what I do and what may be for me in the future. It feels good to air it all out. It feels better to receive your good vibes.

Everything, it seems, rolls up to Amy, my love, my muse, my best friend and my blessing. Our partnership is one of sublime synergy. We've reached a stage where we finish each other's thoughts. My songs are all collaborations now. Everything I write she polishes like fine jewels and the opposite is true, too. We even cum together. To say that we're on the same page is to read only the cover leaf. I feel as though my life is full. She completes me and I am a far better person.

For a while, during the East Coast swing, we were based out of New York. Amy convinced me that we should go to the clinic and find out of my frozen straws of sperm could impregnate her. I knew that she so much wanted a baby that I couldn't refuse her, nor did I want to. Like everything else in my life over the last few years, nothing I planned ever happened. So why not live by chance? All the other things around me would continue, so why not follow instincts? As it turned out, my frozen sperm had the strength of a prize bull. A few weeks after our first attempt, Amy woke me in the middle of the night.

"It worked, Davy,"

"What worked, baby?"

"The baby! It worked. I know it. I feel it. I feel different. I feel great." The sentences tumbled out of her. Her skin glowed bright even in the darkened room. "I was dreaming in my sleep and I felt our little boy talking to me. He asked me to sing to him. I woke up and I could feel him!"

The next day, we went back to the clinic and damned if she wasn't right. Immediately, I started making plans to take her off the Breadbasket Tour but she would hear none of it. "My baby wants me to sing to him and so I shall." There was no discussing it with her. She knew that she had to do this. And why not live by instinct, right? As we walked down Fifth Avenue, I steered her into Tiffany's and bought her an emerald pendant. Since that first day, I can't stop doing for her. Damn, if she asked me, I'd carry her around on my back.

The first to know were Sally, Stevie, Mark and Deb. Over lunch at Joe Allen's, the women were plotzing over the pendent when Sally started to cry. She just knew. There were a lot of tears and backslaps during that lunch. A bottle of Bollinger 1971 became a "dead soldier" very quickly. Within hours it seemed that everyone knew. It even ended up on Page Six a couple of days later.

Word quickly got around the tour and everyone was crazy with joy for us. The constant party seemed to jack up a level. Clooney told us to come to Lake Como whenever we needed to rest up. Buffett arranged with Richard Branson to have the entourage vacation on Necker Island. We did both but I'll get to all of that later.

So here it is, months later, the very successful (musically and fund-raisingly) tour ended, back from Italy and Amy's belly is almost ready to pop. Her tits are huge although fortunately not in the Aretha Franklin range, thank God. And yup, it is a boy in there. We've been dancing over names but since it's bad luck to talk about that, you'll have to wait for the birth announcement.

Also, until a few weeks ago, she was the horniest thing and we sure had a lot of sex but now, it's hands off her. Still, she likes to watch and last night, as Sally and Stevie decided that I need a good fuck, she held my hand as they brought me off. Looking at her rosy, glowing fat face while she lightly stroked her puss made my cum boil.

So now that I've passed along the good news, let me tell you about our summer of the best music of my life. The Breadbasket Tour was one of those once-in-a-lifetime events that will live in my memory forever. I've tried to write songs about it but I find that it's hard to do because I have no aesthetic distance. I also find that a lot of my musical ideas seem copped from other artists I heard on the tour. I think it will take some time before I can write with a fresh approach again. Still, it was an experience that I will always cherish and I'm so glad to have been a part of it.

Midway through the tour, I received this email from a fan who caught the show in St. Louis.

"Mr. Harper,

My friends and I caught the Breadbasket Tour at The Verizon. We loved every minute of it. Every act was excellent and everyone seemed to be having fun on stage and in the seats. But, I must tell you that when you were on stage, there was a special vibe in the air. You brought everything to a higher level. On our way home, we were all so happy! You did that for us and I will be eternally grateful. In a shitty economy and a fucked-up world, you seemed to bring hope back...."

That did it for me. As I read it, it all seemed to catch up to me and I began to weep like Speaker John Boehner. To think that my music could do that to people just blew me away. I quickly wrote this song and have since incorporated it into my set.

"It is always there.

Sometimes it seems like it's hiding.

It's just waiting to be recalled.

It is always there for you.

Hope endures.

Hope, hope, hope is yours.

Some days, hope is sadly forgotten

Like a memory you never knew you had

And everything feels so awful, so bad

But it will pass.

Every moment is new.

Hope endures.

Hope, hope, hope is yours..."

That letter provoked a whole attitude in me and it spread it through the other performers. Where I was, whatever I did, this was my message. It was like a fever. Whenever we did TV appearances, we spread that message - "Hope endures. Hope is Yours". On our amazing set on the Letterman show, both Dave and the audience seemed to respond enthusiastically as though we had touched a nerve. The feature piece on 60 Minutes helped to spread the message further. And when the Vanity Fair article appeared, the message became viral. When we performed in Washington D.C. on the National Mall, The President told me that our message of hope had transformed the country, had revitalized the public, had crossed all social barriers and had displayed the greatness to which our nation aspires. I have never felt so blessed and so humbled that I could be the vessel of hope.

I kept a journal going during the tour. What follows are some of my thoughts. I have only edited a little bit out and some of the names are suppressed because I have no business sharing them with the rest of the world. Sorry about that but I want to remain friends with these people, you know? I've also polished up some of my thoughts and made them more (I hope) linear and readable.

Los Angeles

Our opening shows. We played two, one on Friday and one on Sunday. First show was shaky with getting all the bugs out but Springsteen was amazing and his duet with Dylan was purely electrifying. My set was fun and well received. I added Ed Begley on bass and had him lead on "Pleasant Valley Sunday" which was a scream. I brought out Clooney to do his "Man of Constant Sorrow" shtick and that brought down the house. I also enjoyed Crosby, Still and Nash, all in fine voice. At one point in their set, they brought out Richie Furay and did a couple of Buffalo Springfield and Poco songs. With J.D. Souther, Jackson Browne and Chris Hillman on back-up vocals, it was a fine L.A. reunion.

...Santo is staying with Clarence and Rosemary at our house in Aspen and we miss him. It's the first time without my buddy and it's a little unsettling. I know that he's well cared for but still, it's like a piece of me is missing...

...We stayed with Mark and Deb and had a furious foursome the night before the show. Deb is really into her strap-on these days as my asshole can substantiate. She really pounded me. Fortunately, Mark's lips around my dick distracted me and took some of the pain away. We moved to the pool under the moonlight and Amy blew us both at the same time which was not only exciting for both of us but very satisfying for Amy. She couldn't swallow both our loads and our cum covered her chin as it dripped out of her. Deb's snowball helped clean the mess up. We stayed up very late and, like little kids, we played and giggled. It was especially amusing when we ate ice cream off each other. Like the old joke punch line, "it looked so good I almost ate it myself."

...Going to drive up to San Francisco in Big Chocolate with a full bus to our next show. Elon and Susan will drive it back to L.A. afterwards as Elon has some new ideas for it. He also intends to take it on a bit of a road trip and I know they will have a great time. I can't wait to see what he has in store but he won't tell me. He hinted at some new higher CPU storage and more efficient Lithium batteries from Korea that he wants to install. He's also talked about updating the displays and adding some other toys.

San Francisco

...The ride up the coast was hilarious. A lot of wine, a lot of smoke and tons of laughs. Hillman knew of a nude beach near Cayucos and the sight of twenty-five crazy rock and rollers running nude into the surf was a gas. Someone told us that sharks were spotted nearby and we all ran out faster than we ran in. We sat around on blankets getting high during lunch. Did you know that when naked, rock stars have some interesting tattoos. I was amazed by J--- who has a tattoo of public hair! Another star, who is notoriously gay, has a tattoo of a target on his butt cheeks. Bull's-eye!

...The S.F. show came together and showed the real promise of this tour. Van Morrison performed a surprise set as did Neil Young. Young pissed everybody off because before his set, he made demands for money. Graham, Stephen and Leon Russell calmed him down but it still left a bad taste in everyone's mouth. But that's always been his story: money, money, money and more money. At least he's not a tightwad like "Two-Dollar Bill" Joel, who got that nickname for the size of the tip he leaves...

Neil came out and sang "Helplessly Hoping" with Graham, David and Stephen. Stephen was having problems with his voice (probably hoarse from our trip north) and I substituted his vocal parts. We were introduced as C,S,N,Y & Harper and, for me, it was pure magic. Inside, I was shaking.

Van followed us and killed. With a phrasing like no one else and a band that follows every breath, he is a master. I've always performed "Into The Mystic" and, tonight, his version was pure magic but long after the show was over, I couldn't get this song out of my head:

"Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street got in my nose

As we carried our ladders down the street with the wrought-iron rows

I went home and listened to Jimmy Rodgers in my lunch-break

Bought five Woodbines at the shop on the corner and went straight back to work.

What's my line?

I'm happy cleaning windows.

Take my time

I'll see you when my love grows.

Baby don't let it slide

I'm a working man in my prime

Cleaning windows (number thirty-six)..."

What a great rhythmic swing to that song. It just creeps in under your skin and stays there. A few nights later, Mark and I were talking about Van. Mark talked about working on one of his records, about how much fun it was and how peculiar Van is. Mark explained to me that many of Van's songs take place in a time when he was a teenager which not only made a lot of sense to me but also explained the meaning of many of his songs. Wherever he draws his inspiration, his music is unique, intelligent and oh so soulful. He is one of my favorites and an inspiration.

...Other San Francisco highlights for me were The Black Keys, an amazing duo, Boz Scaggs, Mike MacDonald and Donald Fagen were very, very cool...

One night, after Elon took our bus to Menlo Park, we played "Spooey" in our hotel room. I'd never heard of this game before but as I was ripped to the gills on some Oaxacan, I was willing. There were ten of us sitting around as Sally explained the rules. The rules were simple. The men had to sit in a circle and jerk off on an apple. The last guy to jerk off had to eat the apple. While the ladies cheered us on, ropes of cum shot across the apple. It was hilarious. Fortunately, E----, with the target tattooed on his ass, was the last. I think he intentionally held back so he could enjoy his dessert. And enjoy it he did while we rolled around the floor, holding our sides and laughing our asses off.

Seattle

...Caught some needed sleep on the plane. The Vanity Fair article hit the stands today and Amy, Annie Liebovitz (our official tour photographer) and I devoured it. I was somewhat embarrassed to read Laura's gushing take on us. I knew that this article was a game changer. 

Amy brought down the house on this night. She was as surprised as I. I mean, I knew her spot was terrific but, to me, it was always terrific and I admit to being prejudiced. For some reason, this room loved her more than we had ever experienced and they showed it. It was a humbling experience but also precisely what an artist on stage lives for. When you hear that roar, that sonic mash of indistinguishable sound coming from the audience, it is like nothing you've ever experienced before. It is a rush like no drug can ever provide. When we finally made it backstage, she broke down in a tsunami of tears. Other artists rushed around her. Etta James gave her a huge hug and comforted her, telling her that she had just reached the zenith of an audience's love and appreciation, that it only happens maybe once or twice in a career if ever, and that she was entitled to relish every moment of it. It was something she would never forget. That night in bed, we talked about it for quite a while until she finally collapsed in a combination of exhaustion, overstimulation and thrill.

...Also notable that night were Scott Weiland and the band, Temple Of The Dog. Both acts did killer sets in front of their hometown crowds. But on this night, it belonged to my Amy.

Denver

...a week off between shows and we're here in our home. The studio is a work in progress but much has been done. The board is almost set up as are the acoustic tiles and baffles. I intend to test it out one day this week. The Caretaker's House is under also under construction and coming along nicely. It's an energy-conscious modular home in a rustic style. I'm hoping that Clarence and Rosemary can move into it in the next couple of months. This is important as I have learned that their house is falling apart around them. Clarence told me that the house was built in the very early twentieth century and he's surprised that the drafty old place lasted this long. I'm also going to talk to a local contractor about doing a conversion of our house to geothermal heating. I want to lower our footprint and provide natural heating to the water system...

...Elon called to tell me that he thought he might bring Big Chocolate back this week but due to a series of meetings, it was not possible. Plus, he said that he was having too much fun with it and we would have to wait. It certainly didn't bother me. I told him to hold onto it. Anyway, I was just glad for the down time...

Stevie called me to tell me that a bunch of his friends were going over to The Belly Up to see Skrillex so Amy and I met them there. It was cool and they are a very interesting band. I was kind of glad that the crowd was young in that nobody bothered us, most likely because they didn't know who we were. Not that my fans are aggressive or anything like that, I mean that we were left alone and sort of incognito, just enjoying the band and the scene like everyone else. Like at the Stephen Talkhouse in Amagansett, music people can walk in, hang at the bar and watch the show without dealing with over-friendly zealous fans. You see, what fans don't seem to realize is that, at our core, we (musicians) are fans, too. That's what we are. This point really comes home on this tour. We often hang in the wings and watch other artists perform, not because we are competitive (although a lot of us are, myself not included) but because we are fans. When another artist is "on" and is bringing it to the audience, we want to see that and cheer him on. He's bringing it to us, too, and it thrills us. We had a real nice time at the Belly Up and while we were standing outside after the show chewing the fat, Michael, the owner, came out and thanked me and Amy for coming down and for doing good works in his town. It was nice. He tried to press me into playing a gig there but Amy gracefully eased us out of a commitment saying that our calendar was pretty thick at the moment. (I swear, sometimes I think she should have a job at the U.N.) I told him that I'm sure we'd do something together one of these days. As we walked to the car, a very young kid ran up to us and asked for an autograph...for his mother! Oh, well, that's how it is these days.

...While we were on tour, our estate management team got wind of a sale of land adjacent to our property and riparian to the far side of the lake. With our eager blessings, the purchase of 370 acres was arranged. Now, our land runs from the road all the way up the mountain and over. The "secret" house is now attached to the rest of our land. Amy and I made a gift of the sacred lands to the Shoshone Nation. They plan to block the access road with gates to prevent any interlopers from coming onto that land and that's just fine with us. Up on the other side of the mountain, we want to construct a "fresh air" camp for urban kids. We had the idea of hiring some of our Yellowstone Ranger friends to run the place and take up residence there. Fortunately, Ranger Williams and his wife were all for it. Rusty is also eager to handle the ranch part of the camp. Both rangers have put in their time with the Department of The Interior and see this opportunity as a form of retirement. We intend to make it worth their while. We already have an architect working on plans.

...Santo really missed us and has been slobbering all over us since we drove up to the house. He jumped about and cried out with joy for nearly an hour. He can't stop licking me. Earlier, when I was sitting by the pool, he crawled under my chair and was licking my feet. A little while later, we rolled around on the grass as I scratched his belly and I could clearly tell that he was laughing. I love this animal. He's my buddy...




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 16



Minneapolis

...Dylan was amazing and a delight to watch. I just admire his endless creativity and his ability to redefine his songs on the spur of the moment. Sometimes, the songs are unrecognizable but then you suddenly get it and you love it. Bob did something rare tonight in that he spoke to the audience and told them some stories about his youth in Hibbings. Naturally, they were strange meandering tales but riveting all the same.

...Mark and Deb were in Toronto and Ottawa for a some orchestral performances and off the tour. Both Sally and Stevie seemed to have a bit of a stomach bug and were holed up in their room. Fortunately, Laura flew in to be with Tim and we had a great time with them. Laura was high from all the good feedback from her article and it was infectious. Graydon asked her to do a follow up about the tour so we'll be seeing a lot of her. Tim, who has been an excellent technician and companion, was happy to have her and their first night together caused lots of smiles due to the cacophony coming from their room. There was plenty of ribbing at breakfast.

The next day, the four of us got up early for a small road trip around the area. First, we stopped at The Mall of America but only stayed for about ten minutes because it freaked us out. How much consumerism can a body tolerate? For us, not much. From there, we traveled to Lake Minnetonka and took a steamboat ride. It was a gloriously sunny day and the ride was so relaxing. By two o'clock, we were on our way back.

Sitting in the back of our limo, we smoked a few joints and caught a nice buzz. Laura seemed to have a case of loose lips and commented to Amy how much she missed sex with us. This admission made Tim's eyes roll upside his head.

"You mean, you've been in an orgy with Davy and Amy? Holy shit!"

"I wouldn't call it an orgy, Timmy. It was more like a threesome."

"Holy shit!"

"Are you mad at me? Don't be mad at me."

"No, no. I'm not. I'm just amazed, that's all. You are always surprising me. Did you and Amy...you know...?"

"Yes, we did and it was divine. You know, I told you I have a bisexual streak in me ever since these two broke me in. It's very different from when you and I have sex. I mean, damn, man, you have the biggest cock I've ever seen or had inside me - sex with you is five-star. But, with a woman, it's different. If you've ever been with a man, you know what I mean."

Tim turned bright red and became very quiet.

"Oh, I think maybe I touched a nerve. You don't have to answer. I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to embarrass you. Maybe I'm just too wasted and I should shut up now." She snuggled up next to him.

"To answer you, the answer is no. I messed around a little when I was a kid in the Boy Scout Camp but it was nothing...just jerking off with a bunch of other kids...I think they just wanted to look at my dick. But, I guess like everyone else, I have thought about it. I am a pretty liberal person."

Amy and I listened and never spoke up. I just quietly toked up and sipped my water. Nothing more was said about the subject and we drove back to the hotel with plenty of time before stage call.

The show was okay, I suppose. It's hard for me to gauge my performances lately. Maybe I'm becoming jaded or used to them, maybe I'm so relaxed and into the music that the audience seems not to exist. I don't know. I know that we received a great applause so I guess it was a good show but, on this day, I didn't feel the spark. I really loved Bruce Hornsby's set and Solomon Burke blew me away. I was also very happy with the financial reports. All the shows on the tour are sell-outs and every city's food pantries are benefiting from all the press and the sudden influx of money and resources. We are doing well. Still, for some reason, today seemed to be a little like work.

After the show and the meet-and-greet, all the performers seemed to disappear into their hotel rooms. Jax said that at this point in the tour, everyone needed their beauty rest.

Amy and I repaired to our room and called down for some room service. When the doorbell rang, it was Laura and Tim wheeling in the tray.

"We saw the guy coming off the elevator and we couldn't resist. I hope you don't mind but we ordered something for ourselves and we're going to join you."

Amy popped the bottle of champagne and we toasted to the show. I pulled Tim aside to talk about a problem I had with my cream Tele during the show and he suggested that he might change the body and take a look at the pickups. I also mentioned that I might need to retire a couple of my axes and pick up some new ones. He told me that when we hit New York, Grisman mentioned that he wanted to take the ferry over to Staten Island and visit the Mandolin Brothers. That idea appealed to me, too, as I hadn't visited that Mecca in many years. Next to Norman's in Tarzana, there is no better shop in the world. That's my kind of mall.

We sat around sipping the bubbly and toking from Tim's mini-bong. Amy and Laura seemed especially intimate.

Tim asked, "Are you two horny broads going to put on a show for us or are you two trying to give me a heart attack?"

Laura reached over and rubbed his pants. "More like a hard attack!"

"How big is it really?" Amy asked.

Laura stretched one hand out and moved it slowly back and forth. "You know how the one-armed fisherman measures his catch?" Everyone liked that.

"Hey," I said, "did you ever see a one-armed man count his change?" I stood up and turned my back to them. I fished some change out of my pocket, unzipped my fly and put my other hand down my pants. I turned around to them and sticking my thumb through my fly, counted the change in my cupped palm. Well, let me tell you, I slayed 'em.

"You still haven't answered me," said Amy. "I want to see it! I want to see your dick, Tim! And I know how to get this started..." She leaned over and kissed Laura deeply on the lips. With one hand, she unbuttoned her blouse and reached in. Laura moaned and let her head fall back. She began to unbutton Amy's blouse and fondle Amy's breast. I passed the bong back to Tim whose eyes were bugged out and glued to the action.

"Wow!" he whispered. "This is much better than watching porn on TV."

"No Shit!"

We sat and quietly watched them for a while. In no time, their clothes were in disarray and Laura was cupping Amy's snatch. Looking over at Tim, I was astonished at the immense bulge growing in his pants. I fished mine out and was idly stroking it. I noticed that Tim kept looking over at me, his eyes focused on my dick. I casually repositioned myself to give him a better look.

"I think we should move this party," said Amy. Rising from the couch, she and Laura waltzed into the bedroom, stripping along the way. Tim and I followed.

Both women were naked, giggling and rolling around on the king-sized bed.

I began to remove my clothes. "Do you need a special invitation?"

In a flash, he was naked. "Oh my God!" I said half under my breath as his monster was revealed. It had to be a foot long. Easy. Amy looked over and her breath took a sharp intake.

"My goodness, Tim. How do you hide that in your pants. I am impressed. I'm even more impressed that you can get it inside you, Laura! He's so big and you're so small."

Laura stretched out her hand and pulled him onto the bed. "You're going to love this, darling." She pulled him down and kissed him, wrapping her legs around his waist. I sat down next to Amy and wrapped my arms around her as we watched them. After a few minutes, she pulled away from him saying, "Not so fast. We have plenty of time and lots of fun ahead. Just sit and watch a while." She moved toward Amy's crotch and burying her face into her, began to loudly lick and slurp Amy. Amy sighed and leaned back against me.

"She's delicious, Tim. Come...have a taste." She pulled Tim over. He looked to me for a green light and I nodded. He hesitantly leaned in for a lick.

"Oh my," said Amy, "his tongue is long, too. Come on, Timmy, lick me some more...it won't bite."

"Isn't she delish, Timmy?" He moaned in agreement.

I took some pillows and propped Amy so she could watch. Then I moved over to Laura to suckle her tits. Amy rolled Tim over and sat down on his face. She reached down and began to stroke his cock. It certainly was a beauty. Long and thin with a tilted purplish head, she stroked him down to his balls and back up again marveling it immense size. Laura reached over and stroked it, too. Within a few minutes, my hand joined theirs and three hands caressed and stroked it. It grew even harder.

"I must try this," said Amy as she hopped off his tongue. "Lie back, Tim, and let us take you to heaven. Hell, let's all go!"

Amy licked it from stem to stern several times and then tried taking it down her throat. She could only get a few inches down. Looking at us, her eyes were popping out.

"Watch me," said Laura as she took the head between her lips and swallowed at least eight inches of it. She did this several times going lower each time. She then pointed the head back to Amy who still could not get more than four or five down.

"My turn," I said. Tim was watching this with a big smile on his face. I took a firm grasp of the stalk and licked around the head. Slowly, I began to descend on it. I found that it wasn't difficult to get my lips around it but it was also hitting the top of my throat. I relaxed my throat and began to suck him in slowly. Moving up and down on him, I was able to get about eight inches down. It felt weird having that much meat sliding against my gullet. I felt him throbbing and I eased off.

"That's an interesting experience...different, to be sure."

Laura went back to work on him while Amy and stroked him and licked around the stem. We each took one large ball between our lips and tongued them. He was getting close.

Laura pulled away and said, "Now watch this." She grasped his cock and lowered herself onto it. She rode it up and down and able to get most of inside her. She turned to Amy, "Now you try."

Amy lowered herself slowly until about eight inches were inside, then she rose up and down a few times until she had about ten. "Oh God, this is like the Sybian, Davy!"

Tim gasped and said, "I'm gonna cum, you guys."

"Not in me, you're not." Amy jumped off quickly and Laura jumped back on. A few strokes later, he began to grunt and gasp. Arching his butt, he proceeded to dump his load into Laura who was squealing in joy. As his orgasm subsided, he fell back and Laura, still impaled, fell on top of him.

Amy got on all fours and wiggled her tush. I got on my knees behind her and began to fuck her ass hard. Reaching around, I diddled her clit until I felt Tim's fingers there, too. I let him have it to himself as I pounded her butt. Amy reached down and pressed on his hand. "Yeah...that's it...you got it...yeah, yeah..." I heard her hiccup and I knew she was coming. Sure enough, grunting followed and then soon after, I felt my cock getting a sphincter squeeze. She lay down snuggling up next to Tim and with her hand on Laura's ass.

After a few minutes, Laura rose up and said, "Do you know how I know my Tim is interested in exploring? I'll show you." She rose off his now flaccid cock and squatted over his mouth. Releasing her vaginal muscles, huge globs of his cum plopped out on his waiting tongue. He reached up and pulled her down onto him, his tongue snaking deep inside. Amy leaned up and began to lather her clit.

"Mmmm. So good. Just like a cream-filled pastry, right, Timmy?" A huge smile filled her face and as she looked at me, her eyes twinkled. "Mmmmm, I love this." She enjoyed a long leisurely orgasm and her smile never left her face. I think one thing that I've enjoyed about Laura is her visible enjoyment in everything she does.

We sat around on the bed sipping the champagne and toking up some more. It was getting late and tomorrow was a travel day. I was ready to call it a night when Tim spoke up. "So let's see what the big deal is all about. Sit back, Boss." He crawled between my legs and began to inspect my dick. Amy and Laura cuddled up next to each other to watch Tim's first cocksuck.

He gingerly took it in his hand as though he was weighing it. He looked at as though he was inspecting a purchase from a butcher shop.

Laura crawled up next to him and quietly said, "Go ahead, Tim. Get to it. You know you want to. It's making me hot watching you play with it."

He looked at her, looked back at my cock and lowered his mouth on it. He was so gentle, I couldn't even feel him. Slowly, ever so slowly, he seemed to acclimate himself to what was happening and he began to enjoy it. Not a lot, mind you, but it was a start. Amy crawled up along his other side and the two women began to caress and encourage him. They were stroking his dick and Amy noted that it was hard again.

"You know, I think you two should fuck. I want my Davy. You did fine, Tim, for a first timer, she said as she pulled him off me, "but I need my man RIGHT NOW!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Amy crawled forward and kissed her way up my body. Reaching my lips, she whispered, "I love you so." That kiss was as good as a kiss can get. We rolled around in ecstatic splendor. Our lovemaking was deep, singularly exclusive and utterly immersed in passion. We made love like it was new again. It was fireworks, waves crashing and rockets launching. It was that good. My dick began to swell up and throb which caused Amy to grind down on me and squeeze it with her vaginal muscles. We reached a slow climax and when it was over, we were both beaming and supremely happy.

Tim broke the mood. "That was the most beautiful thing I think I've ever seen. Laura, I hope that one day, we can make love like that."

"We're getting there, Timmy, we're getting there." We just smiled at them as they crawled out of the bed and quietly made their way out. Amy and I never moved and were sawing wood in a few minutes.

The next day, I figured I might get some funny vibe from Tim but I was wrong. We met up with them at the airport as we were checking in for our flight to Chicago.

"So, Tim. How are you feeling today?"

"Davy, I feel great. I mean, I really do. Last night I did something that has been in the back of my mind for years but a secret, you know. Today, I feel like that burden has been lifted and I'm glad my first time was with you. I'm sure that I'll do it again but I'm also sure that the next time, I won't be so nervous about it. I feel like I've overcome a major obstacle and it feels good, it feels liberating. So, again, thanks, Boss."

"You're welcome, Tim. I'm glad that you're on this tour for several reasons, First off, you and Laura are good together and that makes Amy and I very pleased. She's good people and she deserves happiness. On another score, you're making a good name for yourself among the other musicians. I think that when the tour is over, you'll have quite a lot of business and will be making good money..."

"Davy, you come first. I'm plenty happy working the studio and working for you..."

"Sure, Tim, I appreciate that but even so, going on the occasional tour will be good for you. And finally, I'm glad I was there for you last night. By the way, you have some dick. Be careful that you don't trip over it. Try to keep it stuffed in Laura, will you?"

We laughed and shook hands as we headed smiling toward the gate.

Chicago

...Dylan again. This time, he did a few songs with Los Lobos. Hearing them do "From A Buick Six" was not only surprising but a virtuoso choice. Hidalgo burned.

"I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kid

But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid

She's a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread

Well, if I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.

Well, when the pipeline gets broken and I'm lost on the river bridge

I'm cracked up on the highway and on the water's edge

She comes down the thruway ready to sew me up with thread

Well, if I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed..."

He also walked out to do a couple of songs with Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers. The sound was completely different and inspired in a totally unique way. He seems to be in great spirits tonight and I could watch him play all night.

I caught a piece of Umphrey's McGee and was very, very, very impressed. They're a hell of a band. Phish was also impressive especially when they covered my song, "Mighty Fine." But I also liked how they covered Little Feat's "Fat Man In The Bathtub." That really kicked ass. Kenny Chesney did a set tonight and while the audience dug it, I didn't. I mean, it was okay but that's all it was, just okay. Ry did a set tonight, too and that was one I really loved. He brought on Mavis Staples to do a song, John Hiatt to do one, Buckwheat Zydeco to do one and Willie Nelson to do one. I loved his set the best.

...My favorite experience of the night was an impromptu tribute to Steve Goodman with Jimmy Buffett, John Prine, Bonnie Raitt and yours truly. We did six songs trading off vocals, harmonies and riffs and I know Stevie was up there smiling. When we walked off the stage, we all looked at each other and nodded. We knew we nailed it. For me, it was an honor to sing "Somebody Else's Troubles." The first time I ever heard Steve perform it, I knew that he would always be inspirational to me.

"Yesterday I went downtown and saw an old-time picture show

And the hero got a pie in the face.

He didn't like that and he stormed around the screen,

But everybody else was laughin' in that place.

That's cause it ain't hard to get along with somebody else's troubles

And they don't make you lose any sleep at night

As long as fate is out there burstin' somebody else's bubbles.

Everything is gonna be alright.

And everything is gonna be all right..."

...got an email from Elon. He said that he's racking up the miles on Big Chocolate and loving every minute of it. Every weekend, he heads off in a new direction until he finds a place to crash for the night. The next day, he works his way back to Menlo Park. I'm glad for him. He says that the experience has given him a new perspective on the way bus should drive, how it handles, what it needs and how to improve the amenities. I'm really curious to see what he does to it although I don't think Amy and I will be using it until after our baby has grown a bit. I mentioned this in my email response to Elon and he said he would think of ways to make the bus baby-friendly. Cool.

St. Louis

This night belonged to Allen Toussaint. His set seemed to set the tone for the night. All of the other artists watched him from the wings with great pleasure. Allan's beautiful demeanor gave us all a boost.

"Freedom for the stallion

Freedom for the mare and her colt

Freedom for the baby child

Who has not grown old enough to vote.

Lord, have mercy, what you gonna do about the people who are praying to you?

They got men making laws that destroy other men,

They've made money "God" and it's a doggone sin,

Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way..."

I really felt Allen's music and for that reason, my set seemed to take on a higher level of quality, if that's possible. I don't know if that is right because I always try to give it my all. Still, we seemed to swing a little more that usual and Stevie took off on an amazing duet/break with John Sebastian. Amy's voice is as clear as the mountain air. Our set was really up a notch higher and I'm worried that we cannot maintain that high...we'll just have to see...each night is a new adventure...

...some other sets that were also excellent and I would be remiss if I neglected to mention John Fogarty, Tom Petty, The Black Keys and Solomon Burke. Again, King Solomon took us to church that night. His casual and personal style made it all seem so effortless. Tonight, for me, was one of the most entertaining and fulfilling shows yet.




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...I picked up a strange vibe from S---. Her set was mighty strong and as she came offstage, I congratulated her. She seemed overly pleased and a bit touchy-feely. Amy says that she was coming on to me but I didn't get that. I did think that, for someone I don't know, she was a little too familiar...She's on the tour for a few cities so I'll have to watch and take notes!

New Orleans

"Jockemo, Fee Na Nay.

Jockemo, Fee Na Hey.

Well, if you don't like what the Big Chief say,

It just be Jockemo, Fee Na Nay.

My Brother (Brother)

Brother John is gone

I say my Brother John (brother)

Brother John (Brother)

Brother John is gone.

Well I remember that morning I remember it well (Brother John is gone)

I remember the morning that Brother John fell

He was a mighty man with a heart of steel

And he never would bow and he never would kneel

My Brother (Brother)

Brother John is gone

I say my Brother John (brother)

Brother John (Brother)

Brother John is gone..."

Oh, how I love this town. It was Amy's first time here and as we had a few days before the first show, I took her around town. I'm talking about starting the day at Cafe Du Monde for Cafe au Lait and beignets, Mother's for a Ferdie Special and some Rice Pudding, The Acme for some oysters, K-Paul for some real gumbo, Jockimo's for some grill, Commander's Palace for Bananas Foster and the best of them all, Bayonna for some of Susan Spicer's world class cuisine. Ever had a Lamb Chop covered in Maple Syrup and Pecans? Yum.

...Nights are spent jumping from club to club, from Rock'n'Bowl to the Maple Leaf, from d.b.a to Carrollton Station (for Walter "Wolfman" Washington), from the Howlin' Wolf to Snug Harbor, from Tip's to my very favorite, Vaughn's to taste some Kermit Ruffins - his jazz, his barbeque and one of his joints. What a pleasure this guy is - he is New Orleans...

One night, we found ourselves on Bourbon Street for a couple of blocks. You know that Amy, Sally, Laura and a female songbird who I cannot mention (S---), had to show their tits for some beads. Strolling through the Quarter, we picked up some powders, candles and gris gris at Erzulie's, a Mac Rebennack recommendation. I also found myself in the Music Warehouse where I signed some autographs. While there, I picked up a Lee Dorsey collection, a James Booker cd, a Tin Men cd, a Jessie Hill collection and a few more tasty treats.

Our show in the Superdome had some of the finest musical moments in all the tour. I had the great fortune to watch Sonny Landreth's set. That cat is something else again. I just can't wrap my head around his technique. I mean who the hell can pick behind the slide? There were three standout moments with Sonny, First, during his encore, Ry Cooder stepped on stage to go neck for neck on "Congo Square." Friends, it was hellified, pure devil's music. The two masters pushed each other to limits heretofore unseen and the crowd responded in kind. I don't think I've ever broken into a sweat faster without exerting myself. It was one on those performances that people will be talking about for years to come. The second standout moment was when both Sonny and Michel Doucet surprised me onstage by adding some sweet licks to "In The Key of Me" and then stuck around to add their magic behind Amy on "Talk Dirty To Me." Mark was absolutely ten feet above the stage as he jammed with them. Hearing the slide and the violins twist and dance around each other was just this side of cosmic. Man, would I love to have recorded that.

After the show, a bunch of us cabbed it to Tipitina's for a little party. Ivan Neville and Dumpstafunk's set was gritty, just the way it should be. Allen Toussaint took the stage and played some hits while a rotating group of all-stars backed him up. That's where my third Sonny Landreth experience took place. I was listening to him jam with Leo Nocentelli when a guy next to me said, "Where's the other guitar?" I looked at him confused and pointed toward the stage. "No," he said, "I hear them but when Landreth plays, there's another guitar playing. Is he off-stage?" Again, I was confused. I pointed out that it was only Sonny and Leo onstage, Sonny on slide and Leo on 'chunka-chunka'. "No, no man can play that many notes or that many parts at once," he said. I politely explained that it was all Sonny and there was no one else but this guy wasn't buying it. After the show, I mentioned the story to Sonny, who got a big kick out of it and suggested that he might have an evil twin. Since then, I call him "The Sonny Brothers."

The New Orleans show was memorable. This is not to say that all the shows aren't memorable, they are. Each show on this tour has had magical moments but to me, the NOLA shows had the most. I mean, how do you describe Allen Toussaint with Elvis Costello? Irma Thomas? Dr. John? Randy Newman and Linda Ronstadt, alone and together? The Nevilles? A cajun/zydeco revue with Buckwheat Zydeco, Terrance Simien, Michel Doucet and Rockin' Dopsie? You can't. These are musicians at the pinnacle of their art who make their music for themselves, first and foremost. It's funny but during these performances, I felt uniquely American in that the art I heard could not have been created anywhere else.

The show ended with some New Orleans fonk, some grits and gravy, and some voodoo added to "Breadbasket." The song seemed to go on forever like some spell had been thrown over us. Everyone was on stage and every one had to step up for their moment - my favorite being Mac's riff. I need not tell you how many smiles were in the house but teeth shone like spotlights.

...some other NOLA tidbits: Cyril Neville and I had a discussion about food. Cyril told me to shake some filé onto my windowsills to keep ants out of the house...Irma beat me for $500 at poker backstage. In fact, she took everyone while her husband Emile laughed and laughed...Mac had an argument with Coco Robicheaux as to where the best po'boys could be found and they both had to agree that since the original Uglesich's closed, there weren't any...Trombone Shorty Andrews, Big Sam Williams, Matt Perrine and Kermit Ruffins started the show by performing the Star Spangled Banner like I've never heard it before and probably never will again...

Back at the Windsor Court, we were way too exhausted to party. When you are in New Orleans, you cannot help but burn the candle at both ends and, indeed, that we did. But you only live once, right? I mean, where else in the world can you have a glass of cognac with Randy Newman at four in the morning? And this was after a three hour recording session at Audiophile with a cast of the best players on the planet. What a town.

...Amy also mentioned that she thinks S--- was coming on to her and that maybe S--- is feeling us out. Now that would make for an interesting threesome!...

Miami

After the Miami shows, the entire cast and crew had a few days off. Richard Branson, an amazing individual, picked up the tab and flew us all to Necker Island where we indulged in his hospitality. It turned out to be an amazing vacation for everyone. Besides the plush and extravagant accommodations, it was the site of a wonderful event.

As we landed, Danny received a call. I was standing next to him at a urinal as he relayed the information to me. It seems that his wife was killed in an automobile collision. She was pulling out of Bal Harbour after another one of her shopping sprees...She was on her cell phone with one of her friends and never saw the semi as it barreled down Biscayne...Turning right at the red light, it hit her full bore and smashed her and her Lexus into oblivion. Danny hung up the phone and started to laugh uncontrollably. Tears of joy were flowing from his eyes and I'd never seen him in this condition. As they say, what goes around, come around.

As we walked out to the transport where Amy and Kathy were waiting, I literally had to hold him up. Once inside, he couldn't speak. Red-faced and roaring, he sputtered like a fool. Once at the resort, he began popping bottles of champagne and filling glasses as he drank directly from the neck. About two hours later, he corralled everyone down to the beach but wouldn't tell anyone why. With Branson's help, there was a preacher on the beach and in a wild and festive afternoon, Danny and Kathy were married. As they walked down the red carpet laid in the sand, every one (and I should add that we were all pretty drunk) sang "Here's Come The Bride." This was a wedding none of us will ever forget.

Free from the paparazzi, we were all a little crazy. There were no bathing suits in sight as we played in the waves. I got to ogle some new tattoos. S--- made her move, too. Sally was talking about having a grand fuckfest when S--- interrupted to invite herself in. Sally explained that it was a very discreet group and that anything goes. This only made S--- more excited. Later that night, after an amazing feast, Stevie, Sally, Tim, Laura, S---, C---, Amy and I were getting fairly wiped on the torchlit beach when the fun began. The weed and the drink was flowing and to say that we were all very loose is to understate the obvious. A suggestion was made to move the party to the hot tub off our bungalow. As we walked to it, we could hear other parties going on at other bungalows. Anyway, we filled the tub with bodies and soon got pretty liberal with our hands. Naturally, Tim and his monster dick was the center of attention as the women all wanted to feel it and play with it. He became a little flustered and needed Laura to save him. That's when a discussion about bisexuality began. Sally, with her loose tongue and wanton ways, bragged about how good it felt to eat pussy and how much fun it was to watch men get it on with each other. S--- and C--- both agreed with her and in no time, Sally was going down on S--- and Stevie was going down on C---. We moved into the living room where things got hot. S--- told Amy that she'd been lusting after us since we met in St. Louis and so when S--- and Amy moved into a sixty-nine, I filled S--- with my dick. Eventually, they flipped over and I pushed myself into Amy while S--- licked my nuts. The room reeked of sex as different combinations formed. Each woman had to try to mount Tim who, God bless him, stayed hard for a long time. C--- got on all fours and sucked my off while Stevie packed his ass. I'll tell you this, C--- sure can suck cock. I dropped my first load into his mouth and he never lost a drop.

As it was an exhausting day, the party seemed to end a bit early and couples drifted off to bed. S--- asked Amy if she could stay a little longer. The three of us sat naked on our deck and snacked on a plate of tapas. S--- told us how innocent and naive she was when she first became a star. She said that being married to L--- was stifling until she learned that he was bi and in the closet about it. Their marriage ended soon after when he ran off with a musician in his band and she found herself hooking up with members of her road crew. It was when she was on tour that she first had her own bi experience with her hairdresser. Since then, she said, she has had a few experiences but that, with her stardom, she is wary and very picky about her partners. Most of the time, she explained, it was just her and her fingers.

I asked her about the tattoo of a red snake that was coiled around one of her nipples. She explained that she got it a few years ago as a way to maintain her private sexuality. I didn't understand.

"When I perform, I wear sexy clothes, all frilly and fringed. I wear hot lingerie but I have to paste my breasts into the bras because, with the deep necklines, I don't want my tits to pop out. I like to maintain the illusion of a lithe, sexy sprite and I'm careful not to show anything. My pantyhose has opaque areas so nothing shows when I dance around. So the snake is my way of knowing that my body is my own and not to be shared with the rest of the world. My red snake is my secret. Also, as a side benefit, it seems to make my nipple more sensitive."

I took her nipple into my mouth and felt it harden. Yes, I thought, these nipples are very sensitive. It grew between my lips and I felt like a suckling babe. Amy took the other and soon, S--- was pushing her breasts out and moaning. She has very full and lush lips which seemed to make her kisses more erotic. As Amy stretched out on the chaise, they rubbed their vaginas together and kissed. I could not resist licking them both, running my tongue from Amy's ass down to her taint, into her pussy, then into S---'s pussy, across her taint and up into her asshole. The women moaned in delight as my tongue traced its luscious path. I replaced my tongue by positioning my cock between their pussies and sliding along their wet slits. The sensation was divine and I couldn't hold back when my spunk coated both stomachs.

S--- never left that night. We formed every possible combination two woman and a man can attain. We awoke with the sun high in the sky and began all over again. Stevie and Sally walked in from the patio and joined us. I ordered breakfast for five and we dined nude while never stopping our sex play. C--- stopped in puffing a huge spliff and joined the festivities. At one point, the three women were in an oral triangle and the three men were in the same. After swallowing C---'s salty load, we all fell asleep. Later, we dressed and joined the entire entourage for a magnificent dinner. It seemed obvious that each and every person had a well-fucked look. Every one was very relaxed and happy. Especially Danny, who could not get that shit-eatin' grin off his face. 

Two days later, a planeload of deeply tanned hedonists landed in Atlanta. Someone yelled, "Are you ready to rock!" to which everyone roared back. With the tour about to end, we were ready to rock again.

Atlanta

...comfortable weather driving down I-75...the plane landed late and we're rushing over to the Dome for a sound check, then over to the CNN Center for an interview and then back for the show. The Ritz-Carlton will have to wait...

...I don't know what it is but I've never liked this town. Like Dallas, this place has a weird vibe to it. I get a sense of something phony, almost sinister here. I know that it must be me but I just can't put my finger on it. Graham and Mark seem to sense my discomfort and are doing everything to make me lighten up. I'll be fine when I hit the stage but I'll be better when we leave for New York...

...(a little later)...The CNN interview was fun...Graham, Mark, Stevie Nicks and Lady GaGa together..everyone seemed a little goofy and a little too loose...now, we're in the limo being rushed over to the venue...I'm feeling harried and must smooth out...I'm impressed by GaGa's ("call me Angie") professionalism. She knows that she's riding a wave and she's milking it now, she has plenty of time to develop some depth to her career...

...(post-show)...This was a good show and yes, we were fine once we hit the stage. This audience was more in tune with GaGa (a lot of glitz and showbiz) and the other young artists than with us old farts but thankfully, Willie Nelson and his bottomless bag of weed, lightened the load and removed any edges. I thought that Lady Antebellum was okay but nothing special, I was also a little disappointed in Alison Krauss, who I really admire, and Robert Plant. I thought their set was workmanlike. I expected more. I really liked Keith Urban's set, that cat is a hell of a showman. I had a fascinating conversation with him before the show and was amazed by the depth of his musical knowledge...I really liked Mumford and Sons. What an interesting and novel sound these guys have...

When we got to the hotel, I sat down on the bed and passed out cold. In the morning, I was surprised that I was undressed.

"Good morning, Mr. Sunshine. It's time to get moving, we have a plane to catch. You've slept away the morning!"

"Gee, is it that late already? I really passed out last night."

"No kidding! It was tough to undress you, I had to get Sally and Stevie to help me. You went out like a light but I guess you needed it. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good, baby, I guess it all caught up to me last night, that's all. I'll feel better when we get to the big city."

"Well, put a move on it. The plane won't wait!"

I showered and dressed quickly and made it downstairs for the last limo. Stevie, Sally, Mark and Deb were already inside when I jumped in.

"Did you have a nice beauty sleep, Tinkerbell?"

"Yes, thank you, Steven. But I don't know what you did to me last night, my nuts are all knotted up!"

"Dude, I haven't seen you like that since that devastating acid trip in Saugerties back in seventy."

"I don't know, Stevie, I think someone gave me some knock-out drops. I was really out. I guess my 'get-up-and-go' just 'got-up-and-went!""

"You didn't look so good last night. We were worried about you," said Sally.

"I'm thinking that it was Willie's weed that did you in," added Mark.

"Could be...No, I'm all right. I guess these bones are feeling their age, that's all. I'll be glad when I'm back in East Hampton."

The flight north was subdued and quiet. Quite a few people stopped by my seat to see if I was okay. As the plane circled Idlewild and flew past the skyline, I felt my energy rush and I felt excited to be nearing my old turf again. Nothing puts a skip in your step like New York City.

Back to New York

For the next few weeks, we'd be based out of New York. The D.C. gig was nearly two weeks away and so the plan was to stay at Mandarin Oriental for a few days and then head out east to Emma's house. It was during our stay in the city that Amy became preggers. The rest of our time was busy and fun.

Between interviews and photo ops, we had a few adventures. One was a trip to Staten Island to visit The Mandolin Brothers. An insane collection led by Grisman and Cooder boarded the ferry on a spectacularly blue sky day and enjoyed the trip. It didn't hurt that B--- picked up some inky Jamaican ganga of which we partook on the top deck. Danny had called ahead and warned them that we were coming and I must say, they laid out the red carpet. I played a D'Aquisto, and 1870 Martin and a Monteleone Radio Flyer but didn't buy any of them. Instead, I bought a 1953 00-18 with the sweetest tone ever, a 1959 Gibson J-50 with a big bottom sound and a 2009 Custom Shop Fender Tele "50's Relic" Thinline with a killer neck. In all, I'd say that between all of us, Mandolin Brothers had a hell of a day. I carried the Tele back with me but had the other axes shipped west. On the ride back, several of us entertained the commuters with an impromptu "blues cruise". I'm sure you read about it.

The next day, the entire tour sailed over to Liberty Island where Bob Gruen took a group portrait. The photo was a takeoff on his great John Lennon portrait in that we all wore "New York City" tee shirts and posed under the Statue of Liberty. For many, it was their first visit to the Lady of The Harbor and it was much fun...again enhanced by some Blue Mountain herb.

Before we left NYC for the Hampton's, I fulfilled a promise I'd made months before. With a stretch limo filled with my friends, we drove up to Bearsville for one of Levon Helm's Midnight Rambles. I need not tell you that the music we shared was top-notch. Levon is such a great cat and a warm host. The barn was filled with music lovers who were treated to a great set. The Amys again knocked everyone out. I just love playing with Larry Campbell, too. With Mark and Stevie, the music was way beyond fine. After one song, I think it was Springsteen's "Atlantic City", Levon ended the number with a deep and satisfying sigh. That really summed up the evening.





Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 16



On the trip home, I realized just how jaded we'd become. I mean, how else can you describe opening the coldbox, pulling out an orangeade and getting a blowjob in the backseat? Or am I just exaggerating? Nah!

We spent several weeks based out of Emma's place in East Hampton. It's a beautiful home on Further Lane with an historic pedigree insofar as it was once owned by the writer, Ring Lardner. Jack had an inside line before it was placed on the market and they bought it just before the market boomed. Sitting on the wide front porch facing the ocean and working on my Sunday Times puzzle was just shy of sublime. Having Andy and Angie running around simply made it better. 

Amy wanted to dine at Nick & Toni's and at Della Famina's (which we did and we sat next to Steven and Cate Spielberg), I took her to my favorite places: Turtle Crossing, Turnpike BBQ and Michael's. One afternoon, we stopped into The Blue Parrot but since Rene Zellwegger, Jon Bon Jovi and Ron Perelman bought it, it just wasn't the same as the old days when Lee owned the joint and Bruce tended bar and all the local bubs hung out at the 'Cowboy Table' to shoot the shit. In fact, to be honest, The "New" Blue Parrot depressed the hell out of me. I will always dislike Ralph Lauren for fucking up my town by buying it up and filling it with his stores and he ruined the Blue Parrot, too. Even his daughter's ditzy chocolate shop blows. Before she moved into it, it was the local candy store where you could take your kids to pick out penny candies before taking them to the movies. Now, it's four fucking designer chocolates for ten bucks! What pretentious bullshit!

Being back in East Hampton was pleasure redux. I took Amy on a tour as she had never been out here before. We drove up Stephen Hand's Path and when I drove under the small railroad bridge, I was reminded of Virgil The Frog-Boy. During the 1980's, spray-painted graffiti appeared on the side of this bridge that read "Virgil is still the frog-boy." Thereafter, the same message appeared in other places. No one knew what this meant nor who Virgil was nor why he was a frog-boy, whatever that meant, but it brought a smile. It seemed to be on everyone's lips for several years and it created a sort of commonality among the locals. Driving under the bridge made me wonder about Virgil and I told Amy the story.

We drove up toward Hard's Creek and I took her by my old house and as there was no one home, I parked by the garage and took in the property. Standing on the dock and looking out on Three Mile Harbor brought back all sorts of memories, good and bad (mostly about losing the house in my divorce). Living here was often like living in a National Geographic special. The swans in the creek seemed to recognize me and that brought me back to the moment. As I was pulling out of the driveway, the owner returned. I introduced myself as having been a former owner of the property and had stopped by for the nostalgia. He was quite angry and became livid, threatening to call the police. I couldn't seem to calm him down so I backed out and drove away. It seemed so sad to me that my wonderful home was now possessed by an inhospitable lunatic. In the back of my mind, I made a plan to buy the property from him and to return the house to its proper energy level.

I drove Amy over to Settler's Landing and from there up to Sammy's Beach. I recounted my happy times during the summer that John and Judy Belushi rented nearby. In fact, I recounted many happy times to Amy - kayaking in the harbor, Tony Duke's fireworks shows, teaching my kids to swim... Up on Sammy's Beach, I was sorry that Santo was not there with us to revel on his favorite stretch of sand. Amy was breathless as we stood on a dune and I pointed out the sights from west to east: Hedges Banks where P. Diddy and Donna Karen live, Shelter Island, Greenport, Orient Point, the Plum Gut, Plum Island, the Connecticut shoreline, Block Island Sound, Gardiner's Island with it's little seventeenth century windmill, Fireplace, Maidstone Park, the entrance to the harbor, Tony Duke's former estate and back around to Sammy's Beach. There were sails in full sheet out in the water and in the distance, the Mystic Whaler's twin masts looked like a pirate ship. I conveyed the history of the place as we stood under the warm sun and Amy understood why I loved it so much.

Driving toward Northwest Harbor, we passed Gail and Gina's house (See a href="http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=357210">Gail and Gina And Me) and I told her how these two wonderful women helped rescue me after my divorce. Then back down Cedar and into the village. On other days, I took her to Sag Harbor, I took her into the Grace Estate Woods for a hike as deer rambled around us, I took her past the fancy homes of the rich and famous, the movie stars and the artists, too. One day, we attended a party at Julian Schnabel's home on the Montauk Bluffs. On another day, we had dinner at his Stanford White home, Tick Hall with my old friend, Dick Cavett. The view of the ocean from up on the cliffs was as beautiful as one can imagine. We stood alone holding hands watching the surfers below and the endless ocean beyond.

"Davy, this place is paradise. I understand the bond you have. Why don't we buy a place out here. We can be near Emma and Jack...and one day soon, Angie can babysit."

"I like the way you think, love. I can't tell you how many new songs are rolling around my brain since we got here. This environment has always been in the key of me."

Our time on the East End was blissful. We spent our days barbecuing, or driving around or just playing with the kids. Several times, Emma and Amy went shopping in all the ritzy stores between East Hampton and Southampton. When there was a tour city we had to get to, we flew by private jet from East Hampton Airport and each time we did that, we had to pass the Animal Rescue Fund where Santo and I rescued each other. It's always made me smile.

On one long weekday stretch between cities, Emma and Jack left us alone. Making love under the warm moonlit night as the waves crashed just beyond the dune was about as romantic as it can possibly get. I had this revelation one night after an extended bout of making out, smooching and gourmet lovemaking. Amy was stretched out on the bed, naked and napping. I'd also passed out for a while and when I awoke, my head was at her feet. I opened my eyes to see her puffy vagina smiling happily at me. I gazed at her beauty and thought about the little egg incubating within. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with a mixture of love, protectiveness and then jealousy. Yes, jealousy. I was jealous that there was only so far I could go to understand and feel what she must be feeling. The pregnancy was hers and hers alone; I was more spectator than participant. I was feeling "womb envy" and, while it might seem disturbing, it was, to me, exhilarating and even a little liberating. I made a promise to myself that I would try to share as much of the experience as could be possible. Naturally, I would participate in all the Lamaze classes and preparations as I had done with my other children but this time, I would try to get as close as Amy would allow and could feel comfortable with. This baby could never physically spring from me but perhaps I could capture some of that emotionally fulfilling joy. I moved up to the head of the bed, covered us up, wrapped my arms around her and fell blissfully back to sleep.

During another off week, we brought Stevie, Sally, Mark and Deb out with us. One day, after a fabulous luncheon at Danny's amazing Norman Jaffe designed home on the ocean in Sagaponack, we went back to Emma's and we all ended up naked and fucking in the pool. What a way to live. Am I right?

Jimmy's benefit show in Montauk was fun and a lot of money was raised for the Wounded Warrior's but I had more fun on the Friday night before the show. A bunch of us decided to show up at The Stephen Talkhouse for an impromptu jam. The small crowd of one hundred (that's all the place holds) were thrilled when Jimmy Buffett, Billy Joel, Mick Jones, Garland Jeffreys, Paul Simon and I hit the stage. I'd alerted some of my old musician friends to be there with us and it tickled me to have Klyph Black, Gene Casey, Nancy Atlas and Jimmy and Mama Lee Lawlor up there with us. How we all fit on that little stage was a trip but we jammed like it was all new to us and we put on a great show. Thank God Drew stepped in to handle the sound. For our final number, "Johnny B. Goode", I got Peter, Phil and Nick on stage and, to me, it was like old times. I'm sure that the pictures that ended up all over the web attested to that.

Washington

Of all the shows, this one was the most prestigious. In the days before the show, most of us spent time walking the halls of Congress and badgering any elected official we could pigeonhole into doing more for the homeless and hungry. Fortunately, the press did a fine job of helping us state our case as well as publicizing our effort. I like to think that we were making a difference.

On the day before the show, many of us spent several hours touring the White House with the First Lady as our guide. I sheepishly admitted that it was second time there, the first having been at the request of President Nixon (I should admit that during that visit, I burned a roach in the bathroom!). The day culminated with a very relaxed informal dinner and an acoustic jam session. I must unfortunately report that the President cannot sing a lick.

Since this show was to be televised around the world, all the big names were there to perform. And while it made for good TV, for me, it was a long day. I spent large parts of it in my trailer behind the stage watching the video feed as they came in from different parts of the country. I enjoyed the thrill of the event and appreciated the President's kind words, but even as I stood in front of the mass of people on the Mall, I felt removed. Graham felt this too. It took Mark to remind us that this was the moment we had wrought and that we should revel in the moment. He was right, of course and his words, plus a healthy dollop of superb Willie Nelson herb, helped a lot.

Amy also made the day easier. Right after the President spoke, he was whisked away. Amy pulled me aside and said she had to speak to me immediately. She pulled me into our trailer and locked the door.

"Is something wrong? Is there something I should know?"

"Yes, there is. You have to know that I am very proud of you and that I need your hard cock in me right now!"

You know the saying, "If this van's a-rocking, don't come a knocking," right? Well, let me just say that as we left the van, we were greeted by a large ovation from our peers. Ronstadt called me "The Man Of The Year." (After the tour ended, she presented me with a mock-up Time Magazine cover.)

New York Again

These show's were excellent. Perhaps it is the pressure of playing in The Big Apple but here, the performance's shown. Springsteen was amazing and his duet with Dylan was even better than at the L.A. shows. I really enjoyed their duet on Pete Seeger's "Eyes On The Prize."

"Paul and Silas bound in jail

Had no money to go their bail

Keep your eyes on the prize

Hold on

Paul and Silas thought they was lost

Dungeon shook and the chains come off

Keep your eyes on the prize

Hold on

Freedom's name is mighty sweet

And soon we're gonna meet

Keep your eyes on the prize

Hold on

I got my hand on the gospel plow

Won't take nothing for my journey now

Keep your eyes on the prize

Hold on..."

There's a story I have to tell about the New York shows. I knew a secret that I could not share. I'd received a call a few days earlier from Eric Clapton's manager asking if it would all right if Eric made a surprise appearance insofar as he wanted to show his support for our tour. Would it be alright? I damn near shit. How could it not be alright? The deal was that Eric would come down to the sound check at the Garden and would find a place to step in but I was not allowed to leak it to anyone.

So, here we are at the sound check and because it was just about the end of the tour, everyone was pretty loose with band members intermingling on songs. After several hours of different band setups, a bunch of us started to jam. On the stage around me was Donald Fagen and Walter Becker, Sonny Landreth, John Mayer, Billy Gibbons, Levon Helm, Keltner, Cooder, Billy Joel, horns, singers, oh, God, it was a full house of magic. I left to take a leak and as I was returning, Eric walked in. Eyes were rolling backstage and I put my finger to my lips. I walked on stage and picked up my Tele. I joked to the players that we should just riff on an oldie and I started to play the riff of "Sunshine Of Your Love." Right away, Fagen started to lay down a very funky jazz groove and the song began to develop. Sunny and Walter got into a very hot riff when the sound of Clapton's guitar came dancing in. Sunny picked up on it immediately and began to chuckle. As Eric walked onto the stage, everything amped up. It was like a guitar army had just invaded with each feeding artist off each other and rolling toward the front lines. Nash and Leon Russell led the singers into funked up vocal part. I mean, this was fucking it, this was the final word, I mean, fuggetaboudit.

When we'd finally beat the song into submission, everyone onstage was screaming. Everyone was begging Eric to let us do it again during the show but, while thrilled at what had just one down, he seemed to brush us off. It was when Bruce Springsteen, Paul McCartney and Bob Dylan made the case to him that he agreed to come on during the encore and join a superstar band performance of the song. From that point, we referred to it as "The Wandering Dingleberrys" number.

Naturally, that night, it destroyed the crowd and made for one of most exciting events anyone can remember. As the curtain lifted, I announced that we wanted to try something a little different. I announced each star as they took their place on the stage. We set it up like a big "Wall of Sound" - all the bassists here, all the keyboards here, singers here, a line of percussion in the back. Fagen started to lay down a very funky yet unrecognizable riff. Springsteen took the mic and told a story about driving through Asbury Park when he was a kid and hearing a song on the radio, a song that changed his life. Steve Van Zandt picked up Fagen's riff and danced over it. Gibbons, Neil Young and I began to "chucka-chucka" as Sunny and Ry began to slither and slide. Soon the band/orchestra behind Leon and Billy morphed into the familiar strains and began to pick up speed. Springsteen narrated as he led each section in. Suddenly, he screamed, "Guitars!" and he began the classic riff. One by one, each guitarist stepped forward and riffed off it culminating in Eric walking onstage and bingo, that was it, a pure show-biz explosion. I will never again hear an audience sound like a million firecrackers ever again. Later on, Eric would say that it was the most fun he'd ever had playing "that old war horse."

I must hand it to McCartney. After we ended, there was no way we could walk off stage leaving the audience so insanely wound up. Paul called for "Let It Be" and made a short speech about 'doing the right thing." He started the song solo and let Billy Joel take the second verse. Everyone fell right into place. Leon Russell took a verse and morphed it into "Hey Jude" and that's how we ended the show, 'na-na-na-nah'-ing with the audience. Just the vision of all those stars singing that line and rocking from side to side was, for me, rock and roll heaven. As we made our way off, we could hear the crowds still singing on their way out. As I like to say, we are all fans.

Boston

This was a good way to end the tour, especially after the ultimate high of the New York shows. World Series fever was heating up and the Red Sox were in the thick of it battling the Yankees, of course, for first place. The city was manic with excitement and the entire tour line-up was offered the chance to sing the national anthem before the game. Fenway was insane that evening but when all the musicians were announced and we ran toward the mics set up around home plate, the noise level in that little bandbox exploded. As each artists name was announced, the roar increased. Naturally, local favorites like James Taylor, J. Geils, Tom Scholtz and Mark Wahlberg got the loudest cheers, the cheers were truly deafening when the Sox and the Yanks joined us on the field. The singing was so loud, I couldn't hear myself and that's a fact.

The show took place on the next night and the intensity was tremendous. Yankees and Sox players acted as hosts and I'm sure that helped pump up the crowd. It was good to see the players interact with each other reminding everyone that after all, Baseball is just a game. I think their handling of the crowd made all the performances better in that the quiet songs were listened to and well received and the louder songs enhanced the party atmosphere. Personally, I love to hear audiences singing along. On mellow tunes, it adds a texture to the sound. Amy says that it sounds like the songs are wrapped in velvet and I can certainly relate to that.

Perhaps because this was our final show on an immensely successful and long tour, the artists all crossed over into each other's sets. Simon, Garfunkel, Taylor and Nash were particularly excellent. Simon, Stills, McCartney and Harper was fun (especially the medley of "Bridge Over Troubled Water/Let It Be"). Buddy Guy, John Meyer, J. Geils, and Ry Cooder were especially hot. For me, the magical set was Amy Bieler Harper, Amy Ray and Amy Helm, as "The Amys", leading the audience in "Amazing Grace". Talk about chicken skin. This was a very fine way to end the tour. As we said our goodbyes, lots of hugs were squeezed and quite a few tears were shed. I know that for me, as well as for many other artists, this was the tour to end all tours.

We flew back to New York for a few days and spend the time with my girls. Angie and Amy seemed to develop a magical bond. While there, George called asking us to meet him at his home in Laglio on Lake Como and so, like on a lark, we made the trip over.

George and Sarah were the perfect hosts. Villa Oleandra is a beautiful place and the serenity was just what we needed. During one sunny day, George took around the Lake in his vintage Riva. Just the scent of the place had a calming affect. One night, we went to the Villa d'Este Cernobbio for an extravagant gastronomical feast. It's easy to put on a few pounds in Italy. On a shopping trip with Sarah, Amy bought me a beautifully inlaid madolino. One night, while sipping cognac on the terrace, George and I talked about everything under the sun: music, film, art, politics, you name it. He's a very smart man and I enjoy his company. On another night, he let me read a further draft of his script and while I enjoyed the drama of it, it made me a little queasy to read some of my words and anecdotes. Our trip ended too soon and we headed back to New York before heading on to Aspen. I would say that we were both well rested and it was a perfect way to finish our travels.

Home Again

Santo was overjoyed to see us. He jumped up high to kiss me and I caught him in my arms. I hugged him tight as he washed my face. He was so excited, he just ran around in circles, whimpering and letting out happy little yips. For the next few days, he was my shadow. At night, he jumped into our bed and slept (and farted) at our feet. Such a good dog. Such a buddy.

Big Chocolate sat off to the side of the driveway. There was a note attached to the front door that read, "Do Not Enter! At least not until I show you around! Elon". About a week after our return, Elon and Susan showed up and Elon was so excited to show us the renovations, we had to drag him inside the house first. But he could not be contained and soon, he was showing it off.




Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 16



"First off, I changed all the batteries into these new Korean ones. They hold more juice, they take less time to juice up and they're a little lighter than the others. They're also easier to monitor with the new dashboard display I installed. The gauges are a bit larger and a bit brighter but they have a bit of a retro "Harley" look that I like.

I changed the carpeting to an easier-to-clean yet more bouncy feel. I also ran the carpeting up along the floor moldings. I also changed the galley appliances...the stove is more efficient and the microwave is more powerful. I also added a more powerful washer/dryer. You see, I'm thinking "baby" here, Davy. With the baby in mind, I reconfigured the bedroom layout. You've lost some living room space but gained a bedroom alcove for a crib. I also installed a layette in the bathroom. Let's see...let's see...there are new and larger HDTVs...a few more speakers and a more powerful amp...iPod adapters...hmmm...oh, dig this...in the console next to the cockpit, I added a coffee warmer next to the cold box...down in the storage bay where the mics and the P.A. resides, you'll find a larger, more powerful telescope...and here's the best part. After driving Big Chocolate around and loving every minute, I decided to build a 'bigger' Chocolate. When that's done, I'll swap with you and keep this for myself. Waddya say?"

"What can I say, Elon? It's a deal."

"Good. Consider it a good business move on my part. After all the great press and especially the Vanity Fair piece, I have a few orders to custom design some. One of them is going to run well over $2,000,000.00. But the truth is, Susie and I fell in love with this bus. That may be why I replaced the mattress, too."

It will be some time before we venture out on the bus again so I insisted that Elon and Sue drive it back and keep it for a while but he wouldn't hear of it. In a sense, it worked out as I have several friends all clamoring to borrow it.

I've got all these things I have to catch up on. Shadow wants me to fly down to L.A. to listen to his remixes at Shangri-La but I think I'll bring him here to listen to them. We can always recut any parts here and, at the moment, I really don't feel like traveling. Tim and I also want to give the studio a work out. I know that in a few months, Mark, Ma, Sebastian and some others want to record. Where better than here? Plus, I have these beautiful guitars here. Nah, I ain't goin' nowhere.

I want to catch up on all my business with all the songs now available on iTunes. I understand that I'm getting big play in Europe through Spotify. So I want to sit down with Danny and see what's up. As far as I'm concerned, this is all "found" money. I also want to catch up with YouTube as there are a lot of tour performances online. But the quality can't compare to the stuff that was professionally filmed which I hope makes it's way into theaters (although HBO is probably where the film will end up.) Wherever it finally lands, it will bring even more attention to the cause and more money into the food pantry coffers. And that reminds me, I'm going to have to fly down to L.A. for a board meeting about the tour proceeds.

And then there's our property acquisitions and restorations under the Roadwarriors, LLC. banner. I'd like the 'fresh air' camp to proceed quickly and that's my first priority. I've been looking at several requests to acquire and/or fund some local properties that need restoration. And then there's our little shopping mall near the airport. So my plate will be full for some time to come.

Amy is busy interviewing doulas and nannies and a small house staff. I met one girl and I knew that Amy would never hire her because she was just too damn good-looking. After she left, Amy told me that while she seemed very competent, her ass was just too fine to sashay around her house.

"In my home, my ass has to be the best!" I couldn't agree more. Still, with a vacation from sex for a while, it would be nice to taste some new tail. Instead, I'll have to be content with jerking off. I can live with this.

As I sit beside a warm fireplace and look out at the fresh snow covering the fields and the mountains, I think about all the blessings I have received, especially in this past year. Yes, our bundle is coming. Each day brings us closer to the delivery and all the new blessings he will bring. I find myself thinking about my legacy to him and I am reminded of a conversation I had with Mark and Neil one night soon after the Washington show. We were talking about how it used to be back in the sixties and how it is now that we are in our sixties. I recall that conversation this way:

"It was easier to mobilize people then. Our songs were 'calls to action' and our audience responded. It's harder to get people to react today so, in that sense, we've done a pretty good job on this tour. We did what we set out to do which was raise money to fill the food pantries around the country so our own hungry could make it through the day."

"Sure, but back then, it was easier because they had the draft and nobody wanted to fight a pointless war and die. They'll never bring the draft back because they know they'd never get reelected. So I'm saying that there's no one going for the throat...kids today have to work hard to find a job just so they can survive."

"So, you're saying that unless there's a war going on, people can't be motivated?"

"Sure, to some extent, that's true. It's got to be knocking on their door for them to get up and answer it. But what is our purpose, really? It isn't always to get people to act politically although it might be sometimes. Our job is to create our art. We're not in our twenties anymore and we can't get twenty year olds to man the barricades. That's over. It's up to the new twenty year olds to pick up the torch...we can only pass it to them."

"I agree. I play fiddle. That's what I do. It's sort of like, sometimes, I play loud and other times I play soft. Sometimes I use my drawing power and my artistic gift to help to spread a message, but that's just the bonus of celebrity, nothing more. What I do is make music and I am glad there is an audience. You know, when I first got this calling and went on this adventure called 'music', it was to satisfy myself. Your music must satiate you first. Because only by satiating ourselves can we truly inspire others. You don't give people what they want, but what they need. And that's our legacy."

"Exactly. And we're lucky in that regard. Our music is recorded for posterity so our legacy will live on. Whatever we do politically is for the here and now and will be forgotten. Our music will go on."

Neil and Mark were right. The music lives on and that is the legacy we leave to the future. It was good then, it is good now and it will still be good years from now. One hundred years from now, perhaps some of my songs will gladden a heart or two. If anyone cares to explore my life any further, I hope they will discover that here was a guy who not only made music and expressed his soul through his art but also lived and loved with a passion and a gusto and a humility for his place in the here and now.

The next time I write to you, it will be all about our new baby boy. Life will change but as good as it is, it will only get better.

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I thank all my faithful readers for following the story now through sixteen (!!!) chapters. You've been very kind with your praise and encouragement. It has been fun to write and, in some parts, to relive. My trusty dog and I will be going on the road for several weeks on a high adventure. I'm sure that I will have new stories to relate.

Keep those beautiful comments coming, vote early and often. If you have any questions, please email me and I'll be glad to respond. Any names and persons used in this story are purely coincidental, fictional, nonexistent and utterly intentional. All the lyrics are copyrighted, too. If you want more of the music, listen to "The Ol' Hippie Show" on podarama.com. And, thanks again.



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Amy and I have received quite a lot of email about the "Davy's On The Road Again" series. Some are cool and some are just plain stupid. Except for one which was aggressively nasty, all are quite complimentary. We've decided to offer you a sampling and we hope you find them entertaining. As always, keep them cards and letters coming.

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Hello Davy and Amy,

Thanks for bringing us to the Chicago show, it was just sublime. Hanging with you two was beyond everything we remember about you, and we remember a lot. Riding with Santo and you was truly the best road trip of my life and I'm certain that Shelley feels the same. (In fact, she just hollered at me to add that!).

We were looking at an old album cover of you the other day, the Avedon portrait. You were so young and handsome then. Not that you're still not handsome, you are. But your face has far more character these days. We were taken by the honesty in your eyes. You are special, Davy, and you know that you are in our hearts all the time. We love you so much and are so glad that you found Amy. There's an extra twinkle in your eyes.

As we started to tell you in Chicago, we moved to Burton, Michigan now, just outside of Flint and opened our own restaurant (with the help of your gift and thank you again). We named it "Good Food and Warm Love." (Do you think that would make a good song?). Through your inspiration, we are very involved in the food pantry mission here. There are four food pantries in the Flint area serving hundreds, if not thousands. You know how bad unemployment is here and how little work there is but with the help of a group of activists, we are trying to change things. It's a slow process but every now and again, we see another flicker of light.

We named a dish after you (because you are such a dish, baby!). It's called "Davy Harper's Road Special" and it's our special chicken salad with bacon, lettuce and tomato on garlic toast with homemade potato salad on the side. As it says on the menu: "$5.95 with $1.00 going to your local Food Pantry". Stop in some time. It's on us!

Each day, we make two rounds. Before we get to the restaurant, we stop at a few farmer's markets to pick up the day's supplies. Each afternoon, one of us distributes food around to the pantries. On Sundays, we lead a group of volunteers through neighborhoods to collect cans and other stuff to resupply the pantries. Also, we started a program in the restaurant to help feed some people in our area. The deal is that if they help maintain and clean the restaurant and the area around it, we'll feed them. We have regulars every day and needless to say, our place is spotless. Yesterday, a group of former gang members painted the outside. Last week, another group planted flowers all around the parking lot and by the front door. Fortunately, we've been getting lots of great press and the restaurant is booming all day.

We just might take you up on your offer to visit this summer. General Motors has donated two hybrid SUV's for us to make deliveries and we might take one out to your place. We want to see little Jake so much.

We'll keep you posted. Love to Amy. Always love you.

Shelley and Linda

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Dear Davy,

Since you seem to know so much about sex and since you seem to have a good relationship with your wife, perhaps you can help me out with this problem: Here's the thing. My wife likes sex in the morning and I like sex at night. We can't seem to get it together. What should I do.

Early to Bed

Dear Early to Bed,

What do I look like, Dr. Ruth? It would appear that you have to come sort of compromise, right? Like maybe talk about it? Maybe meet in the middle?

I had a similar situation in my first marriage. She liked to fuck in the morning and I liked to fuck at night. So we came to a compromise. We fucked in the morning.

Sorry, chump. You gotta do whatever you gotta do.

P.S. from Amy: Sleep during the day and stay up all night. Then have sex in the morning and everyone will be happy.

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Dear Mr. Harper,

I have really enjoyed the stories of your journey. I have a lot of fantasies and I live them through your story and your music. These are difficult days for me and reading your stories cheers me up. I'm about your age and I've always enjoyed your music. It has an integrity that is rare. For this, I thank you.

I'm out of work these days and I can't find anyone who will hire me. The government says that the recession is over and that employers are hiring but I don't know where. Maybe in those countries where all our jobs are outsourced, I just don't see anything getting better. At least, the food pantries have food when the food stamps run out because the prices of food is through the roof. And for this, I thank you again.

Maybe things will get better, I certainly hope so. At any rate, when I listen to your music, I have a glimmer of hope. And for that I thank you once again.

Joe, in Kansas

Keep the faith, Joe. Every day is a new day. Approach each one with the determination to make it better than the one before. I know that it's hard these days but if you stay strong and keep your soul fed with positivism, I believe better days for you will arrive sooner than you know.

Davy Harper

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Dear Davy,

Here's an open invitation to visit us when you're in Arkansas. We would love to suck your cock and your beautiful wife's pussy.

My husband and I make an attractive and sexy pair. I'm 5'4", 36D, small ass, shaved and disease free. My hubby is 6'1", 180 pounds, buff and hung. We are both closet bisexuals who enjoy the company of uninhibited fuckers like you and Amy. We've read all your stories and role-played some great sex afterward.

Just last night, we reread your story about the sex spa in Palm Springs together. It's one of favorite bookmarks. As we read it, we started getting frisky with each other and fantasizing about taking a trip there. As we read it, he rubbed a vibrator about my pussy and made me crazy. After a few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and got down on all fours so he could fuck me. I love it when he drives that thing into me from behind. I pulled away before I came and we changed positions so he could get on all fours. I got down behind him and licked his ass making sure to rim his hole. Then I inserted the vibrator into his ass while I got down on the floor and took his cock into my mouth. It tasted and smelled full of my pussy. I fucked him with the vibrator and kept increasing the speed until he started pumping my face. I could get anymore into his ass and he started to squirt his cum into me. I love his cum. When he pulled out of me, he started to kiss me and we snowballed his jizz.

Now it was my turn. He laid down on his back and I sat on his chest so he could eyeball my pussy and my swollen clit. I took the vibrator and put on a show for him. I like to rub the vibrator around my clitty while I push a few fingers into myself. I did this until my pussy was dripping down his chest and onto his neck. When I finally came off, he was drenched. My pussy smell was everywhere in the air and I love that smell. Finally, I laid down on him and rubbed my juice all over my tits which I then fed to him. After we rested, we went back to the bed and had a good old-fashioned regular fucking.

So, like I said, if your in our area, drop us an email and let us be a part of your next story. I would love to brag that I drank your cum.

Lois and Pete

Pine Bluff, Arkansas

Keep up the good sex. You never know when we might be in your town.

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Dearest Davy and Amy,

It is our sad duty to inform you that our mentor, Lillian has passed away. Fortunately, we understand that it was peaceful.

Lillian was down in La Fortuna, Mexico visiting old friends. According to Raphael, she was sitting on the beach and meditating. When he went out to check on her, she was laying on her side and no longer breathing.

As she has no family that we are aware of, we decided to bury her in my family's plot at Joshua Tree Memorial Park. This way, we can visit often and meditate over her blessed life. We will be holding a memorial to her next month and hope you can join us.

Tony and Callie

This is sad indeed, Callie. Please send us the particulars so we can attend. Mark and Deb will join us.

Davy and I went up to our meditation retreat up in the mountains and talked about her and her gift. We are forever in her debt. She showed us a way and brought us to a higher place. She will always live in our hearts.

Amy and Davy

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Dear Davy,

I just wanna know something? Where do you find all these randy fuckers and bisex people? I've been looking on CraigsList and AFF and God only knows where else and all I find are bullshit poseurs, scammers, porn bots and other varieties of fakes. I assume that real people are out there, but I can't find any? What's your secret?

Lou in Hackensack

Lou,

I have no secret except that I'm out there in the real world and not looking on the web. In fact, I've never really looked for sex, either it finds me or it just happens. I don't know what to tell you except to get outside. Get a tan from the sun and not from your monitor.

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Mr. Davy Harper,

I'm curious. Are you oldhippie1949?

Mark K., Louisville, Ky.

No, Mark, I'm not. I guess you could say that the Ol' Hippie and I are very close, almost like brothers. He's my editor. I give him the stories and he fixes them up, changes the names where applicable and posts them to Literotica.

Also, as if you couldn't tell, my real name is not Davy Harper, that's my nom de plume. If I wrote under my real name, I'd never work in this town again!

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Dear Amy,

How's your baby? I'm due in six weeks. Do you breastfeed? How did the Lamaze go? Are you tired all the time? Has your shape returned? I have lots of questions but this is my first and I'm scared.

Sara Ann in Kenosha

Sara Ann,

Don't be afraid. It's a wonderful experience and a new adventure each day. It's a feeling like no other.

Everything is going well. Little Jacob Daniel (or Jake or Jakey or whatever endearments pop into my head at the moment) arrived on time at 8lbs. 4oz. The Lamaze experience was wonderful and Davy was an excellent coach. This was the greatest day of my life and I will always treasure every moment of it. Yes, the pushing and the bearing down was hard but my advice is to keep doing those kegels. You will thank me later, I promise.

Yes, breastfeed. At first, it may hurt a little and your nipples might get sore but use cream to keep them soft and pliant and you'll be just fine. Davy says that when I'm feeding Jake, he sees an aura around us, a glow. He's envious, I think and I cannot blame him, It makes me feel euphoric. My breasts are very sensitive and sometimes when Davy gives that "look", they begin to leak. Also, my breasts are very large when feeding time comes and the milking seems to relieve the pressure and make me a little tired but also very, very satisfied.

My shape has pretty much returned even though my breasts are larger. When you are able, you should start exercising right away. I run each morning after my first feeding and I know that helps a lot. Also, I do yoga every day. Davy's filled my iPod with good running music and so I enjoy the workout.

Keep those kegels going. My vagina is back in shape and Davy says that the episiotomy worked. He says that I'm tighter than I was and to be honest with you, I like the way it feels these days.

Sara Ann, ask me anything you like and I promise I will answer. Talk you your doctor. Talk to your Lamaze teacher. Ask, ask, ask. I promise you, it's all good.

Amy Harper

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Hey Davy,

How come the lyrics of the songs have been stripped down? I read the stories before and there were lots more to the songs. I think that the stories lose some of the atmosphere without the lyrics.

reddevil

I agree, reddevil. But some uptight reader complained to the website administrators that the "old hippie" was violating copyright laws by publishing the lyrics without consent. He was asked to reduce the lyrics to 40% or below and so I asked him to do so and that's what he did. I mentioned this to a couple of the songwriters and they really didn't give a shit about having their lyrics printed. In fact, one told me that he felt complimented. I mean it's not like you can't find these songs somewhere on the web anyway. Still, I don't want the "old hippie" to take any heat as he's doing me a big favor by putting the story out for you. I feel bad for the jerk-off who complained. Better to jerk-off than be one, right?

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Davy,

Your stories make me spooge.

Anonymous in Bumfuck, Ohio

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Davy,

Love reading the stories. Any chance getting them turned into a movie?

Lanky Lenny in Levittown

Slim to nil.

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Davy,

How 'bout an ebook?

Lanky Lenny in Levittown

Send a request to the Ol' Hippie and he'll send you a pdf.

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Hiya pals,

It sounds like everything is going well on your end since we last hooked up in NYC. How's motherhood, Amy? Has Jake written his first song yet? We bet that even his crying is musical.

We were floating for several days after. Between the amazing show at the Garden, the meet and greet afterward, meeting for dinner at the hotel afterward and then staying in East Hampton with you, it was an exciting whirlwind for us. I don't know if we ever thanked you for the swag bag after the show but all those goodies were great. Thanks a million times. We got some great pictures (attached) and the autographed program is now framed and hanging on the wall in the den.

We never got to tell you about our trip back home from Palm Springs, so here goes: After we left the spa, we headed east. I wanted to take a different route than the way we came in so we took I-10 west and eventually got to I-40 and Albequerque. We were so mellow and laid back, there was no rush. From there, we picked up I-44 up to I-70. We found a nice RV camp and were having a cookout when the skies opened up. I tell you, it was a hell of a storm. The winds were blowing and rocking the RV around. At about 11pm, we were nestled in bed but someone started knocking on our door. It was our neighbor, a woman, whose little Class B had sprung a leak. She needed help so we ran out in the rain and started jamming towels into the room seam over the passenger seat and putting a big plastic tub under that to catch the water. We did the best we could but I'm afraid her van was going to get very wet anyway. We were all soaked and cold so we invited her into our bus.

To make a long story short, after a cup of tea and a doob, we took showers. Oh, I forgot to mention that she was kind of punky with lots of tats and a big tongue button. That night, she should us what she could do with it. I've never felt one of those run along my dick vein before and wow, did it feel good. She also worked her magic over Carla's clit and Carla liked that a lot, too. Personally, I didn't care for the nipple piercing or the clit ring but it sure made for an interesting encounter. She liked it rough and had us pulling her nipples hard. Carla and I knew we'd have to tell you about it. So the next day, we followed her to a dealership where they fixed the leak and then we went on our way back home.

Things here are a lot more reserved than our time with you guys but we have a trunk full of memories. We listen to your music all the time but I have to admit, that little concert you did at the spa was one of the best evenings of music we ever heard.

This summer, we're thinking of coming out your way. Is that okay with you? We'll call you and let you know and we can fill each other in.

Love you guys,

Denis and Carla

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Mr. Harper.

I really like your saga. My wife and I await each new chapter with anticipation and delight.

We've been RV-ing for about 25 years. We're retired now and based out of Orlando, where our latest bus sits in the driveway waiting for our next excursion. We are swingers and we, too, have many fond memories of parties on the road. While we have indulged in several bisexual swings, we are, for the most part hetero and enjoy open, same room activities. But, you're right about the amazing amount of bisexual people who RV. It seems that once you get on the road, all your fantasies and inhibitions fly out the window.

We have swung with people of our own age as well as people half our age and even younger. Good sex seems to have no age barriers. We've gone to several nudist camps and some have been very luxurious. We've attended several RV swinger conventions and have met some great people, some of whom have become lifelong friends who we hook up with annually. Still, the best sex is that which seems to come out of nowhere and just happens when you least expect it, by sheer luck or serendipity.

I'll tell you about one such event. Now, I should explain that neither my wife nor myself are in particularly good shape. We're both a bit on the chubby side but fortunately gifted where it counts. My penis is nearly nine inches long and almost a beer can in girth. My wife's vagina is bare, her breasts are large (38DD) and her nipples protrude nearly an inch. We were parked at a quiet RV camp in Western Tennessee for the night when another bus pulled up alongside. The folks in that bus were of the same age and of similar physique. They were also very friendly (as are most RVers) and we decided to make dinner together. Needless to say, we drank quite a bit and they had some excellent marijuana (which my wife and I rarely partake of). As the evening wore on, we began to share road stories. Naturally, the stories turned sexual and we all became very touchy-feely. Walter out on some porn and things turned randy as we began to strip down. Alice was particularly enamored with my wife's breasts and asked if she could touch them to which my wife agreed. Walter and I were treated to a show as Alice began sucking Marie's nipples. I was glued to the scene and lightly stroking my cock when I felt Walter's warm lips encircle it. Walter couldn't get enough of me as he admirably got as much of it as he could. His tongue slurped and lapped at me while he stroked me with his hand. He made so much noise that the women stopped what they were doing to watch. They moved next to us and encouraged Walter to suck me which he did with obvious relish. Alice moved down onto the floor next to him and wedged herself between my wife's legs. As the two of them ate us, we kissed and fondled each other. Walter sucked me with vigor and it was only a few minutes before I felt my seed rising up in me. Alice said that she wanted to watch me cum and at the last possible moment, Walter pulled off me and opened his mouth wide. Holding my cock in front of his face, I began to cover his face in cum and filling his mouth, too. As I finished cumming, he put me back into his mouth and sucked me dry letting my cock lay there until it became too sensitive. He sighed and told me how delicious my cum tasted and good my cock felt. Alice then back to work with renewed energy. She laved Marie's pussy with her big tongue and sucked her clit in. With two fingers, she pulled Marie's clit up to enable her to suck more of it in. She manipulated her clit with her fingers as if she were stroking a small cock. She obviously loved what she was doing as she moaned and grunted in her delight. In a short time, she was treated to a well-soaked face. My wife and I both agreed that their oral expertise was nonpareil. We never reciprocated but they didn't seem to mind and a little while later, after more drink and more smoke, they did it again. My wife and I returned to our bus and slept like dead people.




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Turns out, Water and Alice live in Tallahasse. We've hooked up with them about ten years in a row. In fact, my wife and I have an annual tradition. Each year, when we take off down the road, we stop first in Tallahassee where Walter and Alice suck us. It's like a Bob Voyage Party.

Here's hoping we meet you somewhere down the white stripes. Keep up writing those great stories.

Sam

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Hello,

I don't actually know why I am writing this to you but because I love your music and because your stories resonate within me, I am.

A few months ago, I was wasting time at my boyfriends computer when I came across his Literotica bookmark. I clicked in and wandered around the site until I found his favorites tag. There I found and read all of your stories. I really liked the tone and the voice and they really turned me on. I found myself masturbating (something I haven't done in a long time) and really enjoying myself.

MF and I have an okay sex life. He's a bit too much on the prudish side for me and it takes me a while to get his motor running. I mean, it's not that we both don't orgasm, we do, but it takes quite a bit longer for me and I find my brain working overtime, filling with fantasies and memories of past lovers before I come. I've tried to loosen him up, to share his fantasies with me, to role-play, et cetera, but it feels like I'm pulling teeth and sometimes, it's a chore. I have wanted to watch him masturbate and I have wanted him to watch me but he won't do it. I really do love him a lot and I feel that marriage to him is in the future, but I am frustrated.

I know that most likely he masturbates too when reading your stories. I wish we could share them instead of having our little secrets. I'm afraid that if I broach the subject, he'll shut down and problems will arise. I'm troubled and confused as to what to do.

Sheryl P., Enid, Ok.

P.S. Will you write some more stories, please?

Hi Sheryl, this is Amy. Although Davy and I do not run a counseling column, perhaps I can offer you a little advice.

Your problem must be addressed face-to-face and head on, but I think you know that. There is no reason for you to live with this frustration. In the big scheme of things, this is a small problem that can be rectified. It's no biggie if handled swiftly and candidly. If you don't work this out, you will only become more frustrated and maybe even obsessed. Obsession is not good and it can make you crazy so you don't want to go there. Since you both like our stories, why not present that fact to your boyfriend. If you present it as a shared pleasure, he might not feel ashamed. In fact, he might respond positively to the fact that you both share the same secret. This can raise the curtain and possibly open up your relationship. Of course, it is possible that it can turn the other way and if that is the case, then I suggest that your boyfriend needs professional counseling. Again, I repeat, in the big scheme of things, this is not a biggie and can be rectified. But no one says it is easy. It takes a good image of oneself, a certain sense of confidence and a leap of faith.

You might start with something to loosen him up, like wine or a joint, to remove some of his inhibitions. You might tell him that you found Literotica on the computer and you love the site and the stories. Start a conversation and don't mince words. Tell him what you like and draw him out. Suggest that you read a story together. Get naked. Take the first step - masturbate in front of him. Do you have a vibrator? Use it in front of him. Have him tell you what he digs. Again, move slowly and try to draw him out. Be vocal and be honest. Share. Show him that you trust him and feel no shame or embarrassment in front of him. Trust is the key word here. If you are to live a long and healthy life together, there must be implicit trust and no, I repeat, no secrets.

By showing him that you are both normal, sensitive and sensual humans, you might be able to cross some thresholds. If not, then you are only asking for deeper problems ahead. Before you take that committed step, you must assure that you are deeply committed to each other, in all ways, without barriers. And, if you still can't crack his inhibitions, suggest that you both attend couples counseling or tantric yoga classes. If he rejects your ideas, let him know, in no uncertain terms, that your future together depends upon it and let him step up to the plate. He must share in the trust between you.

Good luck. Work this out together.

Amy

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Mr. Harper,

I like your songs. I like the way you tell stories simply and without too much elaboration. The lyrics allow me to visualize the scene and the tune makes me remember the song. Some songwriters lay out everything for you and the songs become overly descriptive. I find that although my mind captures the description, it becomes to much for me to process all at once. Not your songs though. They breathe.

Roger L'H, Portland, Or.

Thank you, Roger, That was a lovely comment upon the way I approach a song. I never cared much for the overly verbose lyric, I always look toward an abstract perception, something that may make the song less personal and more universal.

You know, Bob Dylan and Joni Mitchell always paint images in my head. Bruce Springsteen offers me a movie in my head. I often have them in my mind. I also remember what John Lennon said when asked about how to write a hit rock and roll song. He replied, "Think of what you want to say and then say it; make it rhyme; and give it a back beat."

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Davy,

You ought to write a travel book of hip places in America.

Joel, King of Prussia, Pa.

Joel, just step outside and write your own. But thanks for the idea. I'll see if Arthur Frommer is interested.

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