Date: Fri, 29 Oct 1999 01:49:55 GMT
From: tom fox <tfox2099@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Legendary Journey  Part I (updated copy)

THE LEGENDARY  JOURNEY Part I -  by Tom Fox

This fantasy story is completely fictional.   If you are offended by stories of
male/male physical relationships, do not read this story.    The sexual
preferences of the celebrity mentioned in this story is total fantasy and has no
basis in fact.  This is my first attempt at a fictional story like this, and
comments and feedback for Part II and maybe Part III will be appreciated.
Send email responses to tfox2099@hotmail.com


Chapter 1

God, I hate airports.  I hate these long flights.  I hate having to stay up all
night.  Oh, well.  Guess I will make the best of it.

I was in the VIP lounge at LAX awaiting my flight to New Zealand.  This was my
latest assignment, a photographic shoot and story about RV Travel in New
Zealand.  I'm a freelance photographer and writer, and I had been hired by a
major magazine to produce a feature for them.  But that meant the long flight,
the dreaded red-eye to Auckland.  At least the money was good.

I sat with my back to the entrance to the lounge, facing the tarmac so that I
could occasionally see the planes landing and taking off.  I glanced up from my
book, but saw that there was no activity on the runway, so I sighed, and
returned to reading the same page I had just read for the third time.  I finally
was getting back into the novel when I heard a bit of commotion behind me.  I
ignored it, thinking it was just some run-of-the-mill millionaire and  his
entourage, and became totally absorbed in my book.  I was aware
that there was some movement going on around  me, and heard that familiar click
coming from two, three, no, five cameras behind me.  "Famous millionaire", I
thought to myself, and once again returned to my book.

Two chapters later, I noticed the quiet and that the clicking had stopped.
When?  I don't know, it had been such a familiar sound that I just tuned it out
and it did not register that it had stopped.  No more photos, no
more commotion.  All was quiet.

There were only a few of us in the lounge awaiting our flight.  I had not really
paid much attention to my fellow passengers.   I briefly looked up from my book,
and noted the man about to sit down, diagonally across from me.  I had not seen
him when I first entered the lounge, so I surmised that he must have been the
subject of the brief commotion earlier.  I looked up from my book a bit longer
and noticed that he was tall, about 6 foot 3, must have been around 200 pounds.
He had beautiful long chestnut brown hair.  He was wearing a khaki shirt, a pair
of well-worn jeans and boots.   He was carrying what appeared to be a
manuscript.

I caught myself staring at him, and immediately looked back down at my book.
"Where have I seen him?", I asked myself.  He looked vaguely familiar but I just
could not place where I knew him.  "Oh well." I said to myself and returned to
my book.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Air New Zealand Flight 5 to Auckland now boarding."
Great, those were the words I had been waiting to hear.  There were some
advantages to freelancing-I could name my price and conditions of employment.  I
always insisted on first class seating when travelling, and tonight was no
exception. I picked up my portfolio, my book, and my carry-on camera bag and
headed toward the gate.  I noticed that there were indeed only 6 of us on this
flight, at least in first class.  The familiar stranger was still seated as I
presented my ticket to the gate attendant, and headed down the ramp and into the
plane.

I gave my carry-on to the flight attendant to place in a storage bin and put my
portfolio on the side of my seat, next to the bulkhead of the aircraft.  I had a
window seat, always a window seat.  I looked around,to get acquainted with my
surroundings, see where the head was, where the light and air controls were, and
settled in to my seat.  "Comfortable."  I said to myself.  Leather is the only
way to fly.  So nice and warm and comfortable on these god-awful long flights.

I leaned back in the seat, my head against the headrest, and closed my eyes,
counting down the minutes until I would feel that faint movement, then more
forceful movement as the great behemoth of an aircraft began it's Trans-Pacific
journey.

It seemed like an eternity had passed, and still no movement.  I knew that all
of the first-class passengers had boarded, and surely there could not be that
many people in coach that would cause this long a delay. Then I heard that
familiar sound of the engines beginning to raise their tone in a slow crescendo,
and I knew it would not be long before we were moving and then airborne.

I became aware of a person sitting next to me in the aisle seat.  I was vaguely
annoyed, since I had hoped to have the seats to myself, since there were so few
people on board.  I opened my left eye, just a squint, and noted that there were
several more people coming on board into first-class.  "Oh, great.  Upgrades." I
said to myself.  Apparently, either some business folk had decided to upgrade to
first class, or there had been some late arrivals.  I opened both my eyes, and
looked up to see the last of these newcomers finding a seat.

"Well, we should be moving soon", I said, partly to myself and partly out loud.

"Pardon?" the person next to me said.

It was then that I actually realized that I did have someone sitting next to me.
I looked over and was amazed to see that it was the familiar stranger, the man
with the beautiful long chestnut brown hair, sitting next to me.

"The plane.  Should be moving soon.  Sorry, didn't realize someone was sitting
next to me." I said.

"No worries.  I boarded at the last minute.  I'm probably one of the reasons for
the delay.   Occupational hazard, I guess", the stranger said.

"Oh."  I said, not really knowing what to say, or what he meant.  "I'm Tom, by
the way.  Guess we will be spending some time together for the next 14 hours."

"Hello, Tom.  I'm Kevin", the stranger said.


Chapter 2

Kevin, Kevin.  Why did that name ring a bell, why was that face, that chiseled
face, so familiar?  I was racking my brain, trying to remember where I had seen
that face, where I had heard that name. Then it dawned on me.

"Late 1980's", I said.  "1988 or 1989 maybe, Santa Barbara.  You were in a play
at the Santa Barbara Theatre.  Not a lead role, it was a supporting role, the
`handsome cad'." I said.  "If I recall right, the notices for the play were
terrible, but you came out of it fairly unscathed, with some pretty good
reviews."

The familiar stranger looked at me in amazement.  His deep blue eyes were
penetrating as he looked at me, wondering what sort of game I was playing.  "How
did you know that?" he asked.  "That was an obscure play, and a one-time
performance."

I reached down for my portfolio and opened it up.  It was not a large portfolio,
but one that I had personally designed for travel.  I thumbed through several of
the back pages and found some old photos that I had taken.  There was a picture
of the familiar stranger.  Naturally, he was a bit younger, the hair quite a bit
shorter, but that look, those features, those eyes were all too familiar.

"How did you get that picture?  What are you doing with it?", Kevin asked.
There was a bit of tension in his voice, and just a hint of menace.

"I was the photographer who took this picture.  It was for the playbill for the
play you were in.  Of course, the playbill picture was much smaller than this
one." I said.

The sense of relief that came across Kevin's face was overwhelming.  He
immediately relaxed, let out a light puff of air, looked up briefly, and then
began to laugh.  It was a small laugh at first, but grew a bit in intensity and
volume. After he caught his breath, Kevin looked over at me and said "Please
forgive me, I had forgotten about that play and that picture.  I thought you
were just another crazed fan that had these collections of pictures of me."

I sensed his total relief and tried to make him feel more comfortable.  "Nope,
not a weirdo.  Just a photographer, trying to make a living.  You probably don't
remember me.  I did that photo of you with the other cast members, and there was
something about your presence that told me I should keep that photo in my
portfolio.  I read the review of the play and remember thinking that this kid
was gonna go places.  I remember having seen you in some commercials and print
ads.  There was a while there, that you were doing a lot of commercials, and
then you stopped.  What happened, if you don't mind my asking?  Did you go back
to the theatre?  Do some work in New York?

Kevin looked at me, again in amazement.  He stared at me for what seemed like an
eternity, those penetrating blue eyes searching, searching, and trying to read
my mind.  Then very carefully, very candidly, he said "You really don't know who
I am, do you?  What a relief to finally talk to someone who doesn't know who I
am."

I had to ask, "OK, who are you?  I know your name is Kevin. I just don't
remember your last name.  Kevin Who?"

"Kevin Sorbo", he said.


Chapter 3

"You know. Hercules?  The Legendary Journeys? Television?  That's me", he said.

"Sorry, Kevin.  Don't get to watch that much TV any more. Job keeps me pretty
busy, I frequently work at all hours of the day and night." I said.

Kevin was still in amazement that he had not only met someone from his past,
someone he did not remember, but also that I did not know who he was or what he
did.  This fact seemed to relax him even more.  We started talking, just small
talk at first, then about things, many things, much more in-depth.  He told me
about living in Auckland, about the television series, his contract egotiations,
about his life there and his wife Sam, who was still in Los Angeles working an a
project.  I told him about my travels and work, the variety of pictures that I
had taken, and my current assignment.  He asked if he could look at my
portfolio, since he had an interest in photography.  I opened it up and begin to
tell him some of the stories behind the photos. There were the usual travel
photos, scenery shots.  There were some architectural photos of famous and
obscure buildings.  There were some pictures of male nudes, most in black and
white.  He spent some time looking at all of the pictures, studying them, the
composition, the lighting, everything about them.

"You're good", he said.  "Really good.  These pictures are amazing.  I
particularly liked the architectural ones.  I have an interest in architecture."
He continued to study the pictures for quite a while.

We continued to talk for the entire flight, with only brief pauses of silence.
I usually don't get into conversations with other passengers when I am
travelling, but there was something about Kevin Sorbo that put me immediately at
ease.  And I could tell he was very much at ease with me.

The flight to Auckland was pretty much uneventful.  The plane was dark and
quiet, our conversations were in somewhat hushed tones so as to not disturb
other passengers.

We encountered just a bit of turbulence as we approached New Zealand and the
Captain turned on the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign.  As I was reaching for part of my
lapstrap, my hand inadvertently grasped Kevin's upper leg.  I started to pull my
hand away, embarrassed about what had happened, when he reached down
and touched my hand and placed it on his crotch.  I could feel his limp cock
through the jeans and rubbed it ever so slightly.  I looked over at him, and he
had this intriguing smile on his face.  I reluctantly pulled my hand back,
fastened my lapstrap, and prepared for landing in Auckland.

Chapter 4

The plane landed in Auckland and the passengers began to disembark.  We
naturally had to go through Customs, which I was hoping would go rather quickly.
I just wanted to get to my hotel room and crash, so I could adjust to the time
change.  I was so tired, and I couldn't even recall what time it was, or was
supposed to be.  All I knew was my biological clock was really screwed up.

I was behind Kevin as we went through customs. "Nice ass", I said to myself.
Everything proceeded without incident, and we then went to the luggage carousel
to reclaim our check-in baggage.  I was struck by the fact that, here was this
actor, this TV and movie star, and he was so down-to-earth.  No entourage,
no assistant to take care of such mundane things as retrieving luggage.

I got my bag and was looking around for the taxi stand to go in to the city.
"Nice talking to you, Kevin.  It was a great flight, nice to have someone to
talk to on these long flights.  Best of luck to you with your series and the
season this year."

Kevin looked at me for a moment, those blue eyes so intense, so penetrating.
"Tom, how about if you stay at my house while you are here?", he said
hesitantly.  "I was planning to read this script on the flight over, but of
course didn't get to it.  There is no one at home, and I might need some help
running my lines. Sam usually does that, when she is home.    I have to get the
major portion of this script memorized in 2 days, before filming starts, and I
do a lot better if I have someone to run the lines with me.  Besides, I've
enjoyed your company and our conversation, and why should you have to stay alone
in a strange hotel?  You're welcome to stay at my house.  How long did you say
you would be here?  A week-10 days?"

I looked at Kevin for a moment, and said "OK, thanks for the offer.  I'll take
you  up on it.  I hate hotel rooms, they are always so,so..uninviting.  It
always takes me a few days to adjust to them."

We grabbed a cab and headed to Kevin's home on the outskirts of Auckland.  It
was a comfortable looking house, fairly good sized. We went inside, and Kevin
briefly showed me around.  It was a very comfortable house, not at all
ostentatious, with lots of Kevin and lots of Sam present in the decor.   Kevin's
tour of the house included the master bedroom and he particularly wanted to show
off the bathroom.   It was something!  The shower was huge, and was very open.
It had a rock wall on one side, with plants growing everywhere, like a jungle.
and the shower was actually a waterfall.  I had never seen anything like it.  "I
designed it myself," Kevin said.  "I saw this in an architectural magazine and
knew that one day, if I had enough money, I was going to have a shower like
this.  Well, I do have enough money, and now I have my shower."   He smiled, and
that intense gaze from those blue eyes hit me again.  "You must be tired after
that flight", he said.  "I know I am.  The guestroom is just down the hall, the
first door on the right.  Make yourself comfortable.  Feel free to use the
kitchen, don't know what's in the fridge, but you are welcome to anything there.
Just make yourself at home."

I went to the guestroom, put my bags down, took off my clothes, and immediately
pulled back the covers and climbed in to bed.  The exhaustion of the flight had
finally caught up with me, and I fell immediately asleep.

I awoke after sleeping for what seemed like 10 hours, but in fact was only 6.  I
got out of bed, put on a pair of gym shorts and looked around.  I looked at
myself in the mirror at the dresser.  I looked pretty ragged. I'm 5ft 10in tall
and weigh just around 185 pounds.  My blond hair was a mess.    I looked at
myself pretty critically.  Not bad, I thought to myself. I'm glad I trimmed my
beard before I left on this trip, otherwise I would have been a lot more ragged.
I'm in pretty good shape, good muscle definition in the upper body, no chest or
ab hair, my four-pack lightly showing.  Still working on a six-pack, but I
probably would not have much time to work out while on this trip.

I walked out of the bedroom and headed for the kitchen.  There was a pot of
coffee on, so I grabbed a cup, and strolled around the house.  It was quiet, and
there was no sign of Kevin.  "Well, he said to make myself at home", I said to
myself, so I looked around the house in more detail.  I went outside and noted
that there was a good sized pool in the rear of the house and what looked like a
carriage house toward the back of the yard.  I walked toward the carriage house,
and as I approached, I could hear the clanking of metal.  The door was open, and
I looked in to see what was causing that sound.

 There was Kevin in a fully complete and functional gym.  He was working out
with a weight set, and I could tell he was really pushing himself. I stood there
at the corner of the doorway, not wanting to disturb him, just watching him work
out.  He was wearing only a pair of black gym shorts.  The sweat was pouring off
his body.  His muscles were straining against the iron.  His pecs were huge and
the brown hair across them was matted from the sweat.  His biceps and triceps
were bulging, and I saw that six-pack of his straining and relaxing, straining
and relaxing, with every move.   He was fully concentrating on what he was doing
and was totally unaware of my presence.

I felt a stirring in my groin as I watched this magnificent man working with
those weights.  "God, what I wouldn't give to have a body like that", I thought
to myself.  "Wonder what that body feels like?"  My cock started to grow and was
tenting out my gym shorts.  I became self-conscious about watching Kevin
and getting a hard-on, and immediately backed  away.  I went back into the house
and checked out the rest of the house, giving my cock a chance to return to
normal.

I decided to go and clean up a bit, take a shower and wash my hair.  I looked at
the guest bathroom, but decided to try the bathroom in the master suite.  That
shower looked so inviting.  I went in to the bathroom, opened the glass door to
the shower area, and found the water control knobs along one wall.  I turned
them on, and a cascade of water started trickling down the waterfall, and then
increased in volume until it truly did become a waterfall shower.  I stood under
the waterfall for what seemed like an hour, just letting the water hit my hair,
my head, and run down my body.  This shower room was very large, much larger
than most walk-in closets.  I saw a button marked STEAM, and pushed it, and
immediately, a cloud of steam started filling up the shower room.  "This is
great!" I said aloud.

"Glad you like it", Kevin said.  I quickly turned around, and saw Kevin standing
in the doorway to the shower.  He was completely naked, and the sweat from his
workout was still glistening on that magnificent body.  His limp cock was
beginning to twitch, just ever so slightly, as he walked over to where I was
standing.  I still had a bit of soap on me, and Kevin reached for a loofah and
began to rub it along my back. I couldn't belief this was happening to me.  Here
was this macho man, this star, this regular Joe, scrubbing my back.  I sort of
arched my back like a cat, enticing him to move lower down my back toward my
ass.

I turned around to tell him thanks, and gasped at what I saw.  His cock had
grown, and was proudly expanded to its full nine inches.  Not the biggest cock
in the world, but bigger than my average 6 inches, to be sure.  "Now me", he
said, and turned around exposing that incredible back to me.  I grabbed the
loofah and began to scrub his back, moving down those muscular traps to his
amazing lats, and on down to the small of his back.  I worked my way on down
across his muscular ass, on down his legs and calves, massaging those incredible
muscles.  I knew that they were probably tight from his workout, so I was doing
everything to relax those muscles.  And as I massaged, I felt his muscles begin
to relax.

All but one.  I went around to Kevin's front and there, staring me in the eye
was that magnificent cock, achingly hard and pointing toward the waterfall.
Kevin's eyes were closed as the water cascaded down on his head and on down his
body.  I started massaging the front of his legs along the shins, and worked my
way up his body.  I deliberately avoided that rigid cock, and continued around
his obliques and abs, and up to those magnificent pecs.  While I had been with
guys before, most of them were hairless on their chests, and this was a new
experience for me.  I continued to rub my hands across his chest, playing with
his nipples, taking them between my thumb and forefinger and massaging each of
them, caressing the pec muscles, running my fingers through his chest hair.
Kevin was in ecstasy, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open, the water
streaming down that beautiful long hair.  I continued my odyssey on up his body,
massaging the front of his traps, and then down each arm, across the biceps and
triceps.  I had completed a circle of his body, massaging each group of muscles.

I dropped back to my knees and knew what I had to do, what I wanted to do, what
he wanted me to do.  I took that nine-inch rod in my mouth, slowly, circling the
head of his cock with my lips and tongue.  I flicked my tongue across the top of
his cock, that sensitive spot that drives me wild.  It did the same thing
for him.  Kevin let out a slight whimper, and I could feel his knees buckle ever
so slightly.  I continued taking more of that beautiful cock into my mouth,
swallowing each inch slowly, slowly, until I had the whole thing in my mouth.  I
couldn't believe that I had been able to take it all in.  Kevin's cock was not
overly thick, just the right size to create the perfect mouthful.  And that it
was!  I loved the taste of him, that slightly salty taste that is present from
the sweat of his workout.  I could taste the pre-cum in my mouth, and heard him
begin to moan ever so quietly.  I started to bob my head up and down, up and
down, on that magnificent, glistening cock.  Faster and faster I bobbed my head,
my teeth very lightly scratching along his cock skin, my lips alternately tight
around his cock, then loose, tight then loose.  I continued doing this
for what seemed like an eternity.   We developed a rhythm, my head bobbing up
and down, his pelvis beginning to thrust back and forth, back and forth.  Kevin
began fucking my face, and we were both enjoying the experience that we were
sharing.  I couldn't believe that I was giving Kevin Sorbo a blowjob that he was
not soon to forget.  I was trying with all my might to make this a most
memorable experience for Kevin.

Kevin started bucking back and forth faster, and faster, and I increased my up
and down rhythm on that wonderful cock.  I would speed up and then slow down,
speed up and slow down, while he continued to increase his speed. "Oh yeah, suck
me, suck my cock.  Oh, that feels so good.", he moaned.   I knew that
it was just a matter of time before he would have to let go, he would not be
able to hold it back much longer.  His cock stiffened even more, if that is
possible, and I felt the veins along the bottom of his cock begin to bulge. "OH
GOD, I'm gonna cum..", he said.  I felt the first spurt against the back of my
throat, and then another one, and another one.  I swallowed like a man
possessed, determined to take in every drop I could.  Some of his cum dribbled
out of the corner of my mouth, there was so much of it.  He continued to
spurt several more times, and then began to slow down.  Kevin was still fucking
my face, rocking back and forth.  I let him do all the work, since I wanted to
focus on swallowing all of that sweet-salty jism.  Kevin started to slow down
his hip thrusts, until he was just sort of rocking back and forth.  All the
while, the water from that waterfall cascaded down on both of us.  I kept his
cock in my mouth, not wanting the moment to end.

He finally stopped rocking and looked down at me, still on my knees, and still
with his cock in my mouth. He put his hands on my head, moved them down my face
to just under my chin.  He pulled his cock out of my mouth and then put his
hands in my armpits and started to lift me up off my knees, until I was standing
face-to-face with him.  Actually face-to-neck, since he was a bit taller than
me.  He bent down, and gave me a very hard kiss, something that I had not
expected.  I still had some of his jism in my mouth, savoring the taste of it,
and some of it escaped my mouth when we kissed.  It was just one kiss, and then
he turned away to get the loofah, so that we could continue washing.

We finished washing under that wonderful waterfall, then stepped out of the
shower.  Not a word was spoken between us, just an occasional glance at each
other, and from him a smile, that smile that can melt the heart.  I walked naked
down to the guestroom with my gym shorts in hand, and put on another pair of
shorts and a tank top.    I walked down to the kitchen where Kevin was making a
sandwich.  Apparently, he had worked up an appetite.

"Want one?" he asked.

"Sure", I said.  "I'm famished."

I'll bet", he said.   There was some silence for a minute or so, an awkward
silence.  Neither of us knew what to say.

Finally, Kevin broke the silence.  "I don't normally do that, you know.  It has
been a very, very long time since I have had a guy do that to me."

"I kind of figured that", I said.  "Not to worry, Kevin.  This goes no further.
Ever.  I don't work for a tabloid, and I am not in the habit of giving super-
heroes a blowjob."

We both laughed, sort of nervously at first, then a bit more comfortably.  We
ate our sandwiches, had a beer to wash it down, and then just looked at each
other.

"What are your plans, Tom?  You said you were here to write an article, on RV
travel?"  Kevin asked.

"Yep, I fly to Christchurch early tomorrow morning, where I'm supposed to meet
my temporary assistant, a local from Dunedin.  We're going to drive on down to
Invercargill and rent a motor home there, and begin our sojourn back up South
Island, spending a lot of time in the Southern Alps, and then catch the steamer
ferry from Picton back to Wellington.  We drop off the motor home in Wellington,
and then I'm supposed to take the train back to Auckland.  Not the most
interesting trip to write about, but I think it should be fun. I've never been
to South Island, although I have done a previous article on North Island.  There
are a lot of readers of this magazine I am writing for, and they wanted
something different.  Guess they will definitely get that!", I said.

Kevin continued to gaze at me, those eyes, those incredible blue eyes
penetrating my soul.  "So when you get back to Auckland, I hope you'll plan on
coming back here to the house.  I'm going to be spending a lot
of time at the studio over the next five to seven days, depending on how filming
goes.   Then I will have a short break before we go into full production.  Sam
won't be coming down until late next month.  Maybe we could take a run up to
Ninety Mile Beach.  It's incredible up there."

I returned his gaze, searching those eyes, my emerald green eyes matching his
incredible blue eyes in intensity.  "I'd like that, Kevin. I left my return to
the States open ended, so I am not on a strict timetable to get back to L.A."  I
said.  "We were planning to take about 7 days to cover South Island, may need to
extend that by a day or so, depending on how the travel goes.  Motor homes can
sometimes be a problem. That's why the magazine hired a local as my assistant,
to deal with any problems and to drive."

"OK, then!" Kevin said.  "We will plan on about a week or so and you will be
back here.  Then I can show you some of the sights of North Island, some that
you might have missed. Here's my private number at the studio, call me when you
get to Wellington."

"Great", I said.  "Mind if I make a phone call or two?  Just need to confirm my
travel arrangements."

"Help yourself, Tom.  Like I said, make yourself at home", Kevin said.

I made a few phone calls to confirm all of my travel arrangements, and that my
assistant would be ready to meet me in Christchurch.  As I got off the phone I
heard Kevin going out of the house toward the patio by the pool.

"Come on", Kevin said.  "I have a script to tackle.  Help me run my lines."