Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2005 15:52:28 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: 2006: A Space Oddity  one

The following story is a work of fan-fiction, set in
the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people
is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant
to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities,
or governmental areas, in which the story is staged.
If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships
offends you, then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in
most state and countries, you are not allowed to read
this story by law. This is fiction. Do not forget, in
real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got
condom?

"2006: A Space Oddity" one
(John Crichton/Steve Austin/Jason Castle/Capt. Troy)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"C'mon Ben, be a good sport about this?"

"I am, Phil. I'm trying, but what am I supposed to do,
trying to be the halfbreed son of Steve Austin and
that... that nimnut rap star can't act to save his
father from the electric chair!"

"Ben.. Ben... calm down now."

"I can't help it Phil."

"Listen, Lee Majors is a damn good actor."

"I hear ya, Phil. He's good on the set, I have to
admit, but..."

"But what Ben?"

With frustration, Browder reports, "He's tried hinting
me for a blowjob at least twenty times, since we've
started shooting, okay?"

"So, why don't you humor the old man?"

"What Phil? I don't fuckin' believe I'm hearing this!"

"I was only kidding, Ben. Come on. Pull yourself
together."

"And that rapper, he calls `that' music? He's no
better, mind you."

"Ice Tray asked you for a blow job?"

"Oh no. He has to get into this really fuckin' kinky
stuff."

"I'm almost afraid to ask, Ben."

"Yeah, catch this... yesterday I'm sitting in my trailer
and next to me all I hear is scream'n'bitchin'. I
can't even concentrate on watching the Farscape
reruns."

"That's funny. I didn't hear anything."

"Ear plugs?"

"No. I only wear them at night, Ben."

"This `was' at night, dammit!"

"Did you find out what they were doing?"

"Damn right! I go around the back and peek in. Oh,
they don't know I'm looking, but I see these two guys.
One is giving Ice Tray a sniff of poppers and the
other is clamping clothespins on his balls!"

"Owwch!"

"Yeah, tell me about it, Phil."

"I'd take a blowjob from Lee Majors any day!"

"Blowjob from Majors? Try the other way around, but
you think that's the only stunt he's pulled on me,
Phil?"

"Well, he `was' once the Fall Guy!"

Ben rolled his eyes, putting his hands to his head, as
Phil laughed his ass off.

"You know you're not helping me any here, Phil."

"Um, did I mention that BMW is allowing you to keep
their prototype?"

"Alright, I'll think about the blowjob with Majors,
but I ain't becoming a clothesline for no rapper!"

After Ben Browder's personal manager departed, he
reached under the counter, pulling out a shot glass
and bottle of JD.

"Ooooh," Ben replied to himself, emptying it down his
gullet.

A second followed, then a third.

"Ben, you in there?"

"Oh shit!" Ben called out.

He knew the lot rules forbidding anyone from drinking
alcohol, on campus, let alone the set. Quickly he
stashed the bottle and shot glass, in the cabinet.
Taking a large bottle of Mintywash, he took it
straight from the jug, swishing it around, spitting it
out.

"Oh, you are here, Ben?"

"M#^%*@^&$"....

Ben was thinking more than a garbled mouth full of
wash, as Lee Majors invited himself in.

After coughing, a bit more spitting and another cough,
Ben says, "Just brushing.... Matter-of-factly, was
almost ready to come over and see you myself, Steve."

"Um, Lee?"

"Oh yeah, Lee. I get so used to calling you by your
script name."

"Hey, I'm sure you're used to John Crichton, too,
Ben."

Actually, when it came to the babes, Ben knew how they
called him!

However, to conform to Phil's suggestion about being
nice, he responded, "Oh sure. All the time, Lee."

"Um, my manager, Doug, thought that you and I should
have a talk, Ben."

"A talk?"

"Yeah, um mind if I sit?"

"Suit yourself, um care for a..." forgetting and with
his hospitable side kicked in,, he almost goofed,
quickly changing the offer from a drink, to, "care for
a seat?"

Lee looked at Ben strangely.

"Um, yeah. Thanks. Don't mind if I do... Ben."

Rubbing his hands together, Ben remembered that he did
have two Arizona's in the cube fridge.

"Hey, care for an ice tea, Lee?"

"Sure, would be swell, Ben."

`Damn!' Lee said to his inner sanctum, `swell' went
out in the 60's!

Ben spun the cap to one, then went for the other
Arizona, but it didn't budge.

"Hmm... the first one turned with no sweat," he said out
loud.

"Here, let me try, why don't you, Ben?"

Lee had to be about thirty years older, but Ben
remembered what Phil said about being kinder to the
elderly, so he offered Lee a turn at budging the cap.

"Oh my! That sucker sure is stuck on there!"

Through association, Ben couldn't help correlating the
term `sucker', with Lee's hinting as of lately.

Still trying to be kind, Ben says, "Why don't you
plant your hands firmly on the bottle and I'll try the
cap?"

Lee agrees. However, as Ben stands in front of him,
Lee's eyes are on a totally different prize!

"Umm...ummmm..uuummmmphff!"

Then the most strangest thing happens. Turning the top
off the Arizona, it suddenly loosens. Such force did
Ben sway with, that his whole body spun around.

"Whooooooooa!" Ben shouts out, loosing his footing,
his equilibrium now offset.

"Oh!" Lee calls out, as Ben's ass does a turn around
and plops right down on his lap.

Lee, notices right away, `drinking!'

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry there, Lee," Ben apologizes,
jumping right to his feet, his face reddened.

As if a psych reaction, he feels the back of his
pants.

"Hey, don't worry, Ben. I'm not even hard!"

Ben laughs off the `not funny' joke, still trying to
be congenial, but his patience was wearing thin.

"Well, at least we got our ice tea's opened, Ben. How
about a toast?"

"Sure. Whatever's your pleasure, Lee."

That didn't come out the way Ben thought about it and
he hoped Lee didn't pick up on it, either. However,
Lee Majors was way ahead of Ben, ever since he smelled
the scent of Ben's favorite liquor on his breath. If
he wanted to, Lee could have a `field day' with that
tidbit of information.

"Here's to the first season and may there be many more
to follow!"

All Ben could think about, as they clinked bottles, is
the salary and the BMW prototype.

"Hey guys, what's shakin'?"

Lee and Ben look at each other. Ice Tray can tell
right away that something is up, between the two.

"Hey, I hear you're gay, bro... cool wit me!" He reports
to Lee, holding out his hand for a cool five, which
never transpires.

"Yeah, cuhl," Lee mocks him.

Ben gets the idea that Lee and Ice aren't getting
along.

"I guess it's not a secret. Both of you have heard the
news?"

Looking at the each other, Ice and Ben shrug
shoulders.

"The news is that, if we make it through the first
season, in the ratings game, that Kent McCord will be
reprising his role of Capt. Troy?"

"Damn!" Ben replies, "Who are they bringing back next?
Major Healy and that dame in the bottle?"

Ice looked at Ben strangely, mouthing `Who's that?',
as Lee laughed his ass off.

"Good one, Ben," Lee called out, holding his hand out
for a `cool five'.

Ben lightly touched his palm.

"I've never heard of these dude's names you're
spelling out to me," Ice told them.

It stuck in Lee's mind, the `light touch'. He wasn't
being so forgiving this time. Then it sparked, like a
flame to a match.

"Hey, Ice?"

"Yeah, bro?" He responded to Lee.

"What do you do with your time, off the set?"

Looking to Ben, made the actor cringe, thinking to
himself, `what the fuck is Majors doing?' He knows he
didn't mention anything to Lee, but if he knew
something, like he knew something, like now was not
the time to bring it out.

"Would you believe I'm knitting a sweater?" He replied
to Lee Majors.

An interval of time of time passed.

"Actually, I go over lyrics, too."

Ben chided, "At least you don't have to do the music
part, no offense."

"Actually, Browder, I `do' take offense to that
remark. At least I do something constructive with my
time."

"Oh sure," Ben slips, the effects of those three shots
of JD, affecting him.

"Oh? And what do you do with your time, Bennie?"

"Don't fuckin' call me that!"

"Whooooa... looks like Ice struck a raw nerve there!"
Lee butts in.

"Raw nerve, Lee?" Ben starts in on Lee. "What kind of
nerve does it take, when you eat'em raw all the time?"

"Browder, I'm warning you!"

"Oh? Say, Ice, Lee here proposition you for a blowjob,
yet?"

"Told ya I'had no problem with you being a queer, Lee.
Sure. I'll give you head anytime!"

"Both of ya's are sicko's!"

Then Lee pulls out his trump card, saying, "Bet `you'
wouldn't mind giving either of us a blowjob, Ben?"

"Lee get outta here before I fuckin' punch your lights
out!"

"Hey, don't get hot on the ole man. I like him!" Ice
tries defending Lee.

"Yeah... two of a kind, stick together! You two do that
kinky clothespin stuff on the balls to each other
too?"

"That was `you' outside the window last night!" Ice
accuses Ben's eyes of trespassing.

Lee asks, "Kinky clothespins? What the fuck is that
supposed to mean, Ben?"

"Isn't that what you were almost ready to spring on
Ice, Lee?"

"No, I was going to ask him about his knitting, but he
already brought it up, mind you!"

Ben stood there, red in the face.

"But, while we're on the subject, Ben, what Ice does
behind closed doors, is his business. If he enjoys
having hot wax dripped on his nips, then that's his
business!"

"I didn't say that I saw hot wax dripping on his nips,
Lee, so there!"

"He's right, Lee. I didn't have hot wax dripped on my
nips, but you into it, bro?"

Shrinking back, Lee admits, "I've tried some S&M in my
younger days."

"Cool! Hey, my bro's are coming over later for some
fun. You want to come play with us?"

Ben can't believe the conversation that ensues, right
here in his very own trailer.

"Hey, if you want to do this asinine stuff, then take
it outta here," he prods them, shooing them out with
his hands.

"Y'know, Ben sometimes you can be a real dick!" Ice
tells him, as they both leave.

`Whew!' Ben says, relieved. Bending over, he reaches
into the bottom cupboard for his bottle and shot
glass.

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Continued....

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