Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2000 04:30:01 GMT
From: tom fox <tfox2099@hotmail.com>
Subject: Part III to Legendary Journey

THE LEGENDARY JOURNEY Part III - 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 will be appreciated.

Send email responses to tfox2099@hotmail.com


The flight from Auckland to Christchurch was uneventful.  The Air New
Zealand plane was the typical commuter plane, and there were only a few of
us on board.  I used the flight time to review what needed to be done to get
this magazine article on RV's written, get the proper photographs to
accompany the story, and get the article FedEx'd to the editor in San
Francisco.

"Let's see...meet assistant in Christchurch, drive down to Dunedin, rent
CamperVan, get supplies, make sure that the local knows what the hell he is
doing.", I thought to myself.   "Jeez, I have no idea what to expect with
this CamperVan," That's what the Kiwi's call a RV or motorhome.  Sure, I had
written about motorhomes in the States and Canada, had done several
cross-country tours in a big American Eagle motorhome.  Christ, that one
cost over a quarter of a million dollars!  But it was well worth it.
"Wonder if this CamperVan will be anything like that American Eagle?  Well,
I can only dream..." I said to myself, half out loud.

Our plane landed at the airport in Christchurch and taxi'd to the terminal.
I always wait til everyone else is off the plane before I get up and get my
stuff.  Makes it so much easier to get where I am going, and besides, the
luggage arrives at the carousel at about the same time I do.  I exited my
seat, walked up the ramp to the terminal, and was about to make my way
toward the baggage claim when I noticed a sign with my name on it, being
held by a young man who couldn't have been more than 20, 21 years old.  He
was looking at all of the passengers disembarking from the plane, and had
sort of a quizzical look on his face.

"Oh Christ" I said to myself.  "What have they hired for me this time?"  My
contracts always specify that when I travel abroad, the magazine I write for
must hire an assistant for me, someone who is knowledgable of the territory,
the local customs, and in most cases can drive for me. I hate driving myself
in a foreign country, especially those former British Empire countries that
drive on the wrong side of the road.

"Mr. Fox?" the young man said.  "I'm Colin.  Colin McDermott, your
assistant?  The people at the magazine gave me only a brief description of
you, so I thought this would be the best way to get your attention."

"Tom", I said.  "Tom Fox. Just Tom to you.  Mr. Fox is my father. Good to
meet you, Colin.  Let's get my bags and get the rental car and head on down
to Dunedin.  I want to be in Invercargill by nightfall."

"Um, Tom...there won't be a need for a car, sir.  I already made
arrangements for the CamperVan, I have it out on the tarmac.  Just waiting
for your arrival." Colin said.

I looked at this young man more closely.  I had been so annoyed over his
youth, and so engrossed in my thoughts, that the person here with me didn't
even register.  He was taller than me, about 6foot 3inches, weighed about
165 pounds.  He was very slender, had what appeared to be a swimmer's build,
as best I could tell.  He was wearing a suit and tie, the standard dark
suit, white shirt, dark shoes. "God, he looks like a chauffeur", I thought
to myself.  But the cut of the suit was excellent, and enhanced his broad
shoulders and narrow waist, and those legs, those long legs.  He had
extremely blond hair, very natural, not the dye job that one sees so
frequently.  It was somewhat short, not a buzz cut, but short enough to hug
his head.  His eyebrows were as blond as his hair, and were above the most
penetrating hazel eyes I had ever seen.  His stare was very direct and
unblinking, as if he were very sure of himself. He had no facial hair;
indeed didn't look old enough or mature enough to even get a good 'stache
going, much less a goatee.  He had an hourglass jaw, a very muscular face,
full of character.  And then I noticed his mouth.  He had been very tight
lipped initially, but as he was telling me that the CamperVan was all ready
and waiting, he broke into a smile.  It was a smile that one seldom sees out
of Hollywood, comparable to Tom Cruise--so easy, so natural, so damned
white!  God, his teeth were perfect.

"How did you arrange this, Colin?  The magazine told me that I would have to
make the arrangements upon arrival."

"Well, sir... um, Tom.  I called the editor in San Francisco to get some
information on you.  They were supposed to have sent me an information
packet to include one of your publicity stills, so I would know what you
looked like.  It never arrived, so I thought I should make a contingency
plan.  While talking to the editor, she suggested that I go ahead and rent
the CamperVan and meet you at the airport, in order to save some time.  She
called the rental company, and authorized carte blanche on the corporate
credit card.  I've worked with her before, she knows that I am reliable, and
just left everything to my judgement.  I hope you don't mind.  I took the
liberty of renting a delux model CamperVan.  It will be a far cry from the
American Eagle that you used for your article about the Canadian Rockies,
I'm afraid.  Our CamperVans are somewhat smaller than that beauty.  That was
a very good article, by the way."

I stopped in my tracks.  We had been walking as we were talking.  I was
completely dumbfounded--and impressed.   This young man was a ringer.  He
had that air of confidence for a reason.

"Well, Colin, I'm impressed.  Let's get going then, shall we?"  I said to
the young man.

"Yes sir...Tom.  Sorry, I forget you Americans are less formal." Colin said.

"Not to worry, Colin.  And lose the suit.  We've got a lot of travelling to
do, and you should be comfortable.  I hope you brought something else to
wear besides that suit.  God, you look like a chauffeur!"

Colin laughed, a very hearty, deep throated laugh.  "Yes, I hoped to impress
you with the suit.  Look, I know I am young, but you won't find anyone who
knows South Island better than me.  North Island too, for that matter.  I've
biked the entire length and breath of both islands, I'll show you sights
that you won't soon forget."

We reached the CamperVan out in the terminal parking lot.  Colin was right.
It was much smaller than what one sees in the States.  He opened the side
door, and stood back so that I could climb in and take a look.  It was quite
compact, but also quite functional.  It would certainly serve our purposes.
After all, this was to be a travelogue article, written first person.  It
would be interesting detailing experiences with this type of rig.

Colin entered the CamperVan and reached to take my things.  "There is a
wardrobe closet over here, I'll put your things in there with mine.  I do in
fact have more clothes than this "chauffeur suit", but for now, I'll just
take off the tie, and get rid of the coat, and get a little more
comfortable.  It's going to be a long drive from here to Invercargill, if
you're ready, we can get going."  Colin had taken off his suit jacket and
tie, and loosened a few of the top buttons of his shirt.  I couldn't help
but notice the tufts of very blond hair sticking out of his collar.
"Hmmmm... this could get interesting." I said to myself.

Colin got in the drivers seat, I in the passenger seat.  He fired up the
CamperVan, a diesel, and let it idle for a few moments, and then we were on
our way.  We chatted about a variety of things on the drive to Invercargill
and Colin practically told me his life story.  He had been on his own since
he was fifteen, his parents had been killed in a traffic accident.  That
accounted for that air of self assurance about him.   He had moved around
the country, doing odd jobs, surfing when on North Island, doing whatever to
make a living.  He had worked as a tour guide on a number of occasions, and
that was how he had come to be known by my editor, since he had been
recommended by other writers who had used his guide services.

We talked and talked for a while, and before we knew it, we were in Dunedin.
  We stopped there for a brief bite to eat, and pushed on to Invercargill.
We reached our destination in late afternoon, with plenty of time to see the
sights of the city.  Colin showed me around and we found a place to park the
CamperVan for the night.  I was very tired from the long drive, so I told
Colin that I was going to hit the sack.  I took the rear bunk, Colin took
the  front bunk over the driver compartment.

"I guess this will be our sleeping arrangements for the rest of the trip" I
said to Colin.  "Hope you don't mind my taking the rear bunk.  Those
overhead bunks make be a bit claustrophobic.  I just need to make a quick
phone call", and with that, I pulled out my cell phone to begin dialing.

"No worries", Colin said.  "This will work fine for me.  Would you like a
bite to eat?  The galley is fully equipped and I'm a super chef."

Why did that not surprise me? "No thanks, Colin.  I do appreciate the offer,
though.  I just need to get some rest.  We can get an early start tomorrow,
if that's OK with you."

"Fine, Tom.  I'm an early riser anyway.  I'll get breakfast and coffee going
first thing.  Goodnight, then." Colin said.

As I was drifting off to sleep, I couldn't help but be impressed with this
young man.  Quite the looker as well.  Completely different type of guy from
Sorbo.  Sorbo.  My thoughts returned to Kevin Sorbo and the time that we had
spent together at his house.  What would my return to North Island be like?
Oh, well, I would know in a week or so.


Dawn came, and I awoke.  There was Colin, standing in the galley, not too
far from my bunk.  He was wearing only a pair of boxers, and I could get a
much better look at him.  From the side, I could tell that he was quite
buff, and that he had lots of chest hair, as it was standing out from his
body, from just below his neck, all the way down his stomach and into his
boxers.  There was no hair on his back, just his chest, and it was only
slightly darker in color than the hair on his head.  He turned toward me
when he heard me stirring, and it was then that I could truly marvel at his
body.  He did indeed have a swimmer's build, very broad shoulders, somewhat
thin arms, not as muscular as Sorbo.   His lats flared out from his armpits
and tapered down to a tiny waist, with very prominent oblique muscles.  What
was even more amazing, however, was his ab development.  Even under all that
hair, I could see that he had an eight-pack fully developed.  Oh, to be
young again!  I had one of those in my youth.   Now, it was hard for me to
keep a four-pack!

Colin blushed a bit as he saw me waking and looking at him.  "Sorry, hope
you don't' mind.  This is what I usually sleep in.  Forgot to bring a robe."

"No problem, Colin.  You certainly keep yourself fit", I said.  That was an
understatement.

"Actually, I am usually clean shaven most of the time.  Easier to get into
and out of a wetsuit.  I surf a lot.  The hair can be a bother sometimes,
but I haven't been surfing for a while, so I haven't bothered to shave my
chest", he said.

"Well, you don't have to shave on my account", I said to him, with a grin.
"Actually, I would prefer you didn't."   He looked at me quizzically, and
then turned back to the galley.

"Breakfast is ready", he said.

We ate breakfast and then hit the road.  The next 8 days were spent seeing
the sights of the South Island of New Zealand, some of the most beautiful
country on the face of the planet.  Colin was right.  He knew the island
like the back of his hand.  We toured the Fjordland area, the Southern Alps,
the Canterbury Plains, the north interior,  and some areas that I had no
idea what they were, or where we were, only that the scenery was
magnificent.  It was far more than I expected and that was due in large part
to Colin.  During our travels together on the first four days, we became
good friends.  On the fifth day, our friendship took an interesting turn.

We were in a Camper Park near the town of Hokitika, on the west coast of
South Island.  This was to be our base for exploration for the following
day.  We had settled in for the night, since we wanted to get an early start
as usual.  As I was drifting off to sleep, I became aware of some movement
in the front of the CamperVan.  "Guess Colin is going to the head", I
thought to myself.  It became quiet again, and I drifted off.  I then became
aware of some movement around my bunk, but didn't think anything of it,
until I felt the covers of my bunk being moved ever so gently.  I felt a
body slowly crawling into my bunk; since it was at the end of the CamperVan,
it was slightly larger than an double bed.  The movement stopped.  I became
a bit more awake, and then even more so, when I felt a hand reach over my
body and start to gently stroke my cock.  I was laying on my side, facing
the rear of the van, with my back to the interior, sleeping au naturel.  The
body next to me was right next to my back.

The hand on my cock was tentative at first, and then more exploratory.  I
could feel the fingers on the tip of my cock, and then running down the
underside of my cock.  The fingers then moved down to my balls, and began to
caress my ballsack.  By now, this phantom hand had my attention, in more
ways than one.  I begin to come out of my sleep-state, and became aware that
Colin was in bed with me.  He leaned over more, so that he could get a
better grip on my cock.  While doing so, I could feel that chest hair of his
on my back, rubbing up and down on me, as he moved his arm and hand up and
down.  My cock was starting to grow from this attention, and in no time, was
nearly erect. "Christ, is he trying to jerk me off?" I said to myself.  It
was time to find out what was going on.

I rolled over slowly and opened my eyes to fully meet Colin's steely stare.
Although it was dark, there was enough natural light coming in for me to see
his face and body, and for him to see me.  I continued to roll over slowly
until I was flat on my back, and arching my hips just a bit, to encourage
him to continue.

"Colin?  What are you doing, Colin?", I asked.

"Something that I have wanted to do since I first saw you at the airport.
Do you mind?", he asked.

"No, not at all.  This is sort of unexpected.  How did you know I wouldn't
beat the shit out of you for doing this?" I asked.

"I took an educated guess", he said.  "I didn't know for sure, I could only
hope.  I have always been attracted to an older man, and I knew that I was
attracted to you from the moment I saw you."

With that, Colin moved his face down to mine, and gave me a long and very
passionate kiss.  His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, meeting my
tongue, running over my teeth.  His expert hand continued to play with my
cock, until I had a raging hard-on.  Very, very slowly be began to jerk me
off, moving his hand up and down my shaft with just the right grip on it.
While he continued to kiss me, his other hand began exploring the rest of my
body.  He caressed my cheek and stroked my beard, his hand moving down my
throat, across my shoulder and down my arm.  His hand then moved to my right
pec, and he began to play with the nipple.  I let out a little gasp, as this
was always the response I had to my nipples being touched.  He recognized
that as encouragement, and moved his face down toward my chest and began
some tongue action on my nipple.  This drove me wild, and I began to lift my
chest up to meet his eager tongue.  All the while that hand of his continued
doing it's magic on my cock.  I was fully primed and ready.   Colin sensed
that, and started moving further down my body, tonguing me all along the
way.  The feeling of that soft tongue on my abs, around my navel, and on
down to my crotch was driving me crazy.  It was me that was usually doing
this, and here this kid was, giving me an experience to remember.

He reached my cock, and began to take it in his mouth.  That warm, velvet
touch was so incredible.  He had obviously done this before.  He started at
the tip, at the head of my cock, and ever so gently flicked his tongue along
the upper part of the head.  I could feel his breath on my shaft, in my
pubic hairs.  He moved his lips over my entire cockhead, and slowly, very
slowly began to take my cock into his mouth.  I could feel his tongue
running along the veins on the underside of my cock.  My cock was pulsing
now, with an intensity that I had not felt for a while, not even with Sorbo.
  I wasn't ready to cum, it was just that the blood was flowing in my cock
with such intensity.  Colin could feel that with his mouth, and began to
take all of me in.  I could feel the tip of my cock against the back of his
throat, and then began to feel his head moving up and down on the shaft of
my cock, again every so slowly.  This man/boy was a slow motion machine,
controlling every muscle in his body to give me pleasure that I would not
soon forget.  As his head moved up and down, he sucked the breath out of his
mouth, creating a vacuum around my cock and increasing the intensity on it.

"Oh, God...Colin, where did you learn to do that?  That is incredible!  I
don't care where you learned it, just keep doing it."  I gazed down at him
and could see him gazing up at me, those incredible hazel eyes penetrating,
trying to read my mind.

Colin continued sucking me for what seemed like hours, very slowly, very
intensely, nearly bringing me to the brink of orgasm, and then backing off.
He did this 7 or 8 times and I thought my cock was going to burst.  I knew
that I had to cum soon, the intensity was phenomenal.

Suddenly, Colin removed his mouth from my cock, and started moving back up
my body.  He began to kiss me like a man possessed.  He was moaning very
softly while he was kissing me.  He then whispered in my ear "Fuck me Tom, I
want you to fuck me".

And with that, I felt him sit up on his knees straddling my chest.  This was
also the first time that I had a chance to see his cock.  It was not overly
long, about 7 inches, and was not overly thick, just a pretty average
cock--but he was uncut.  The foreskin was peeling back from the head of his
cock, I could tell that he was erect but not fully erect.  Hell, a kid like
this has such control.  He had deliberately waited til this moment for his
cock to get fully erect.  It was such a beautiful sight.  I bent my head
forward to touch my tongue to it, to take his cock in my mouth, but Colin
said "not yet, Tom..."

With that he quickly moved his ass down from my chest, over my abs, and was
right at my cock.  Suddenly I felt him sit back on my cock, and realized
that my cock was going up his ass.  I yelped with delight, he yelped ever so
slightly, first with a bit of pain, and then pleasure.  "I want to ride your
cock, I want you to fuck me, Tom."  With that, Colin started moving his hips
up and down on my shaft.  The feeling was so absolutely incredible, as much
for the physical feeling as for the surprise of his riding my cock. Colin
knew what he was doing, knew what he wanted.  I began to buck my hips in a
rhythm with his hips, so that our motion was working together.  Again, Colin
was moving with such slow self control.  I reached up and grabbed his cock,
feeling the intensity of his erection and pulled the foreskin all the way
back from the head.  I wanted to jerk him as he was riding me, but he put a
hand on my hand and said breathlessly "not yet."  He continued his up and
down motion on my cock until I couldn't stand it any more.  I could feel the
veins on my cock standing out, rubbing against the inside of his ass.  The
head of my cock was experiencing pleasure beyond compare.  I felt a churning
deep within me, deep within my balls and knew that I was reaching the point
of no return.  My breath became more rapid, my chest heaving.  I looked up
at Colin and he also was breathing heavily, his chest also heaving.

The first squirt from my cock into Colin's ass was with such intensity that
I thought I was going to pass out.  That was followed by a second, third,
fourth squirt of hot cum into Colin's willing ass.  I could not believe
this.  It felt like it was not going to stop.  I continued to spurt for
several more minutes, all the while, Colin continued to ride my cock in a
way I had not experienced.  I noticed that he was speeding up his movement,
until he was going quite fast, up and down on my cock.  His breathing became
more rapid, his moans louder and louder.  It was then that I realized that
he also was about to cum.  I moved my head up off the bed and tried to get
my mouth as close as possible to his cock.  I found that I could actually
roll myself up by tightening my abs, and was able to take his cock in my
mouth just as he began to shoot his hot jism.  The first stream caught me
off guard, since I didn't have my mouth fully around his cock.  Part of that
shot hit my face, part hit in my mouth.  I started to gag, there was so much
of it, and began to swallow his hot juices as quickly as I could.  He shot
again, and again, and again, and continued shooting his hot juices in my
mouth, and I hungrily swallowed as much as I could.  I couldn't believe the
amount of cum that Colin had--not that I was complaining. I continued
slurping his hot cum, and began to suck him dry.  My own cock was still rock
solid up his ass, but was no longer spurting.  He had fucked me dry.

I licked the cum off my face, at least the cum that I could reach with my
tongue.  Colin bent down to me, and licked some of his own cum off my cheek
and beard.  He then kissed me deeply and I could taste that cum passing from
his mouth to my mouth, that incredibly sweet tasting jism was like honey to
me.  We lay together like that for a while, me with my cock still up his
ass, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth, and our chests heaving
against each other. We stayed like that until I fell asleep, me still deep
within Colin, he embracing me.

For the remainder of our trip, our sleeping arrangements changed.   I fucked
Colin every night for the remaining nights we had together.  He made me feel
so young again, no longer the mid-forties man that I am, but the
mid-twenties man/boy that I had become.

It was with some degree of sadness that I realized on day nine that this was
our last day together.  We were driving toward Picton in order to catch the
ferry from there to Wellington.  And then, once I was back in Wellington, it
was back to Auckland and to...to... to what?  I remembered again my time
with Kevin, and wondered if Sorbo had meant what he had said, that he wanted
me to come back to his house before I returned to the States.  Colin was
very quiet that day, and I think he was feeling the same sadness that I was
feeling.  During all our time together, I had not mentioned Kevin Sorbo to
him, so he knew nothing of my time in Auckland prior to meeting Colin in
Christchurch.  And I felt it was better to keep it that way.  Or so I
thought.

We boarded the ferry in Picton, parked the CamperVan, and settled in for the
trip to Wellington.  Neither of us talked much.  In fact, I felt the need to
be alone for a bit, so I told Colin that I was going to stroll about the
ship for a while, maybe get some additional photographs.

The crossing of Cook Strait was uneventful, and as we neared Wellington, I
resolved that I would just say goodbye, tell Colin how much I enjoyed the
time we had spent together, and then rent a car, drive to Auckland, and give
Kevin a call.  I was standing toward the front of the ship, near the bow, as
we approached the dock.   There were a line of cars and CamperVans waiting
on the dock for the return trip, and lots of people milling about.  As we
drew nearer and nearer to the dock I could make out the figure of a man
standing on a promontory.  He was wearing a peacoat and jeans against the
wind, his chestnut brown hair blowing in the fierce wind, his eyes
squinting, looking at the boat, looking directly at me, those incredible
blue eyes penetrating my soul.  Kevin Sorbo had come to Wellington to meet
me.

The ship was soon docked and the passengers and vehicles on board
disembarked.  Colin pulled the CamperVan off the exit ramp and onto the
tarmac at the terminal. As he was getting ready to park, he turned to me and
asked "Tom, what are your plans now? Flying back to the States"?

I looked at him and then out the window at Kevin.  I then turned back to
Colin and said "I'm not sure exactly what my plans are.  There is a friend
of mine over there that has come to meet me.  That was unexpected."

Kevin was still standing on the promontory, watching the vehicles unloading
from the ferry steamer. I realized that he did not know which vehicle I was
in, so I got out of the CamperVan and began waving at him, signaling him to
come on down.
Kevin saw me, waved an acknowledgement, and started down off the promontory
and began walking toward the CamperVan.  Colin was watching all of this very
intently, not recognizing the man who was walking toward me.  Colin got out
of the CamperVan and came around to my side, standing next to me as Kevin
Sorbo walked up to me.  Kevin extended his hand to me and said "Hey, Fox.
Welcome back. How did your trip go?"

"Hey Sorbo", I said.  "The trip was fantastic.   Got some great photographs,
got the basis for my story outlined, took lots of notes.  Couldn't have done
it all without my super assistant.  Kevin, this is Colin McDermott.  Colin,
Kevin Sorbo."

Colin looked at me with renewed intensity.  He extended his hand to Kevin,
who in turn took it and shook hands with Colin.  "Good to meet you Colin."

"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sorbo."  Colin had returned to the reserved
young man I first had met.  I don't think he knew what to make of all of
this.

"I met Kevin on the flight from LA to Auckland.  We were seated next to each
other, and we hit it off.  He invited me to stay with him at his home before
flying down to Wellington to meet you," I said to Colin by way of
explanation.

"Ah." Colin said.  Clearly he was a bit uncomfortable with what was
happening.  I became so too.

"Kevin, what are you doing here?  I had no idea that you were coming down
here to meet me.  I figured that I would rent a car and drive back to
Auckland and give you a call at the studio," I said.

"Well, when you called me from Invercargill I thought it would be a nice
surprise to meet you when you got back to Wellington." Kevin said, flashing
that famous smile.  "I've got the Range Rover parked on the other side of
the terminal, I thought we would just go back to my house and then head up
north tomorrow morning.  I did promise you a tour of the Far North and
Ninety Mile Beach."

At the mention of Ninety Mile Beach, I could see Colin's eyes light up ever
so faintly.  The intensity of those hazel eyes got even more intense.
"Ninety Mile?  You're headed up?" Colin asked.

"Well, I don't know, Colin," I said.  "I really hadn't thought about it.  A
lot of it depended on Kevin's  shooting schedule.  Frankly, I thought he
would be tied up and wouldn't be able to make it."

Kevin's eyes flashed steely blue when I said that.  I knew that I had made a
mistake, a big mistake.  "Of course, I was hoping that I would be stopping
back by Kevin's house before I left."  Good recovery, I thought to myself.

"What do you need to do with that CamperVan, Fox?  I was under the
impression your assistant was going to return it to Dunedin," Kevin said.

"Well, I guess that's the plan.  Isn't it, Colin?  Are you going to drive
back to Dunedin?  Do I need to sign for anything?"  Clearly, I was
uncomfortable with what was going on here.  I really felt caught between a
rock and a hard place.

"Actually, Mr. Fox, everything is taken care of.  You needn't worry about
the CamperVan," Colin said.  There was just a bit of tension and hurt in
Colin's voice.

"OK, Kevin, here's the deal," I said.  "Let me get my gear from the
CamperVan.  How about if you get your car and bring it over here, we can
load my gear in your car and head back to Auckland.  That way Colin can do
whatever he needs to do about returning the CamperVan."

"OK, Fox.  I'll get the Range Rover and be right back," Kevin said. And with
that he moved off around the CamperVan and started walking toward the
terminal building.

I turned to Colin and immediately said "I'm sorry.  I really had no idea
that he was going to be meeting me here.  I had no idea what my plans were.
Honestly.  I certainly didn't mean to put you in an awkward position.  And
what's with this 'Mr. Fox' crap?"

"Sorry, Tom.  I just didn't know what to say.  That's rare for me.  I
thought it best to resume the role of the assistant. So you know Kevin
Sorbo?"

"Yes I do," I said.  "He is actually a really great guy.  He's really down
to earth, a regular guy. Not at all the Hollywood star type that the tabloid
press sometimes makes him out to be.  Given different circumstances, I wish
you could get to know him."

"That's alright, Tom.  No worries.  I was just caught off guard for a bit,"
Colin said.  "Actually, your editor said I could keep the CamperVan for
another week, as part of my payment for assisting you.  She's already paid
for it, the only thing I have to do is put petrol in it.  I was thinking of
heading over to the Bay of Plenty for a bit, maybe head on over to Gisborne.
  I've got some mates there, would be the perfect chance to look them up."

"Well, I was hoping to say goodbye a lot differently, Colin.  I wanted to
spend some time with you, do it properly," I said.  I reached into my pocket
and pulled out an envelop. In the envelop was a cheque for $5,000.00.  I
handed it to Colin.  "This is for you, and please don't take it the wrong
way.  You did a fantastic job for me for this project and I really could not
have gotten it done properly without your help.  You took me to places I
never would have found on my own.  This story is gonna make me a lot of
money, the photos alone are worth a fortune.  This is just my way of saying
'Thanks' for your help as my assistant.  There is no way I can properly
thank you for everything else!"

Colin opened the envelop and looked inside, then looked up at me.  Those
intense hazel eyes flashed for a brief second, and then softened.  He smiled
at me, that wonderful, Tom Cruise smile.  "Thanks, Tom.  I appreciate it.
I really did enjoy our trip, the photos and all.  If you're ever back down
this way and need a guide again, I hope you will consider me."

Kevin turned the car onto to highway, and we began motoring north toward
Auckland.  It was going to be a long drive, and it started out a bit
awkardly.  Neither of us said anything for quite a while. Finally I decided
to break the ice.
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"How did your filming go?  I know you had some concerns about that one
script not working."

Kevin turned briefly toward me and the air surrounding us began to warm; the
thaw had begun.  He told me about the shoot, that he had gotten in a big
argument with a couple of the writers and the director, but that they
finally had given in.  He had used his star clout to make what he thought
would be a better episode of the show.

He talked about other aspects of the show, and started talking about his
feelings of the upcoming filming of the final episode.  Kevin started to get
really emotional talking about it, talking about the really good friends he
had made in New Zealand, and the mixed feelings he had about returning to
mainstream Hollywood.

I told him all about the tour of South Island...well not all, but about all
of the locales that Colin had taken me to, the things we had seen, the
photographs I had taken.  I bounced some ideas off him from my outline, and
he gave me some really good positive feedback and suggestions for changes.

The trip back to Auckland was quite long, and we had times of no
conversation at all, just feeling comfortable with each other again.  I
dozed off for a bit; can't really sleep in a moving car, but just closed my
eyes and thought about all the things that had happened since my arrival in
Auckland.

As dusk was approaching, we were nearing the outskirts of Auckland.  Kevin
suggested that we swing by the studio and he would introduce me to some of
the other actors, and then we could grab a bite to eat at one of his
favourite restaurants.  I had no objection to this all all, since I was
famished from the drive, and really was interested in meeting the amazing,
talented actors that were a part of his show.

The studio tour and dinner took longer than I thought it would, and finally
we were headed back to Kevin's house.  He pulled the Range Rover into the
driveway, and we got out and started walking up toward the house.  He put
his key in the lock and opened the door, allowing me to go in first, and
following closely behind.  As we entered the Great Room, he grabbed my arm
forcefully, turned me around toward him, pulled me toward him, and kissed me
long and hard.  He then pulled back and looked at me.

"Did you fuck him?  Or did he fuck you?" Kevin asked, catching me completely
off guard.

"I fucked him.  Five times."  I wasn't going to lie to Kevin about this.

Kevin's intense blue eyes were staring at me with a spark in them that I had
never seen.  There was just a hint of menace in his eyes, that same look of
menace I had seem when I had first met him on the plane.  He stared at me
for what seemed like an eternity, his eyes searching, searching my eyes,
probing my heart and soul.  "Do you love him?" he asked.

"No, of course not," I replied with some defiance.  What the hell was this?
Why was he asking me this? "Look, Colin is a great kid, and a really good
fuck.  But he is just that, a kid.  He can't hold a candle to you."  I said
that with total amazement at myself, and with full conviction,  because
being back with Kevin again, I knew that this was true.

"Did you tell him about me?  Did my name come up?" Kevin asked, still
menacing.

"No, of course not.  Christ, Kevin...I thought you knew me better than that.
  I would not betray you, not for any reason, not to anyone," I said.

Kevin continued to stare at me intently, those steely blue eyes burning
brightly in that magnificently chiselled faced.  After a few moments, his
intensity began to soften, just a bit, and then considerably more.  After
what seemed like an eternity, Kevin was completely relaxed, and had returned
to the man I knew before.

"I'm sorry, Fox--Tom.  I had to ask.  I have always made every effort to
avoid even the slightest hint of scandal, even when dealing with the
tabloids. One wrong word to the wrong person could ruin me," Kevin said, his
voice softened, the menace in his eyes only a memory.

"Kevin, I told you before, I will tell you again.  You can trust me
completely, I will not ever betray your trust.  The times we have spent
together have been fantastic, and I am looking forward to going up to Ninety
Mile.  That is, if you still want to go."

"Of course I do," Kevin said.  "I didn't tell you before, not many people
know, but I have a house up there, a place to go when I really need to get
away from the studio and the shit that I have to put up with.  I need to get
back up there, I need to think, I need..."

I grabbed Kevin by the shoulders, pulled him to me, and gave him a long,
passionate kiss.  "You need to fuck me," I said, and with that, I grabbed
his hand and led him to the master bedroom.

I threw off the top covers of the bed, and pushed Kevin down on the bed.  He
lay there, all 6 foot 4 inches of him, fully clothed, with a bit of a smile
on his face.  "What did you have in mind, Fox?"

"I'll show you Sorbo.  I did learn a thing or two from Colin." And with
that, I began to slowly take his clothes off, slowing unbuttoning his shirt,
revealing that incomparable chest.  I ran my hands up and down his chest,
from the waistband of his pants to his neck, deeply massaging him as I went.
  Slowly, I moved my hands back down his body to his belt, and released the
belt and unbuttoned the top of his pants.  I ever so slowly zipped his pants
down, the back of my hand brushing across his limp cock.  Slowly, I lifted
his hips so I could remove his pants, pushing them down around his knees.  I
removed his boots and socks, and while doing so, lightly licked his toes
with my tongue, briefly sucking on his big toe.  This startled him, and he
looked down to see what I was doing.  He then began to enjoy it, and leaned
back on the bed, savouring the attention.  I removed his pants the rest of
the way, in one motion his pants and briefs, until he was totally naked and
exposed to me.

I then stood up and did something a slow striptease, pulling my turtleneck
up over my head, lingering in that position so he could get a good look at
my hairless chest and and abs.  I flexed my muscles so that the definition
would be more pronounced, hoping that he was appreciative of my efforts of
vanity.  He was, as he wolf whistled and said "Take it all off".  I kicked
off my shoes, and removed my shirt, reached down and removed my socks, and
then did a bump and grind while removing my dockers and boxers.  Then it was
just the two of us, completely naked, together again.

I climbed into bed with him, and he took me in his arms and drew me to him,
kissing me long and passionately.  His tongue darted in and out of my mouth,
as mine did the same.  We remained embraced for what seems like hours, but
in fact was only a short time.  I told Kevin to roll over on his stomach, I
was going to give him the attention he deserved.  He looked at me
quizzically, and I said to him "trust me, Kevin".  To that he immediately
rolled over on his stomach, his powerful arms up over his head, stretching
his body in it's full glory.

I immediately laid down on top of him, my semi-erect cock touching the hairy
crack of his ass, my legs on top of his legs, my abs in the small of his
back.  I leaned my chest against that muscular back, my face at the nape of
his neck, gently kissing his neck through that gorgeous chestnut brown hair.
  I whispered in his ear "This is not going to be what you think, at least
not this time.  But you have to trust me completely, Kevin."

He moaned ever so lightly in acknowledgement.  I leaned my body up and away
from his, and with my powerful fingers, began to massage that incredible
body.  I started at the shoulders, those powerful deltoids and traps, and
massaged deeply into the muscle, moving ever so slowly.  Once completed with
the shoulders, I moved down each arm, first the left, then the right,
massaging the triceps and biceps, on down the forearm to the hand, massaging
each finger, and then working my way back up. As I finished the right arm, I
moved to the middle of his back, and began to massage his lats and on down
to the obliques, again working my fingers into the muscle, releasing the
tension that he had felt all day long.  I had no lotion with me, I didn't
need it.  I was working up a sweat, and the sweat from my body was dripping
onto Kevin's body.  I continued massaging up and down his back, working the
muscles into a state of complete relaxation.  I moved down to Kevin's ass,
and while massaging his buttocks, I stuck a finger tentatively into the
opening of his ass.  He squirmed a bit, but didn't object.  I became a bit
bolder and stuck two, then three fingers into his asshole, exploring that
virgin territory with my fingers.  Kevin moaned a bit, but again did not
object.  He did trust me, I could tell.

Reluctantly, I removed my fingers from his ass.  God, how I wanted to fuck
him!  I wanted to take him just as I had taken Colin, but tonight was not
the night for that.  This was Kevin's night, a night that I was determined
he was not going to soon forget.

I continued massaging down each leg, massaging each of his hamstrings and
calfs, again deeply relieving the tension in the muscles.  I reached his
feet and massaged his ankles and toes and he briefly shuttered with a little
laugh; I was tickling his feet.

I climbed off the bed and ever so slowly and gently, rolled that magnificent
body over from stomach to back.  Kevin remained outstretched, with his hands
up over his head, as if they were tied together and he was unable to escape.
His cock was fully erect now, all nine inches of it's cut glory.  I marveled
at the beauty of that body, and of that tool.  I then immediately restarted
my exploration of his body, starting again at his feet, and working up his
shins to his legs, really working his quads.  His moans of enjoyment became
more prevelant; if he only knew what was to come.

I moved around his cock, and I could hear a slight moan of disappointment.
I again worked his obliques and pelvis, letting my hands move into that
pubic forest, but making sure the woody in the forest was untouched.  Now
came the part that I was really savouring, massaging his abs and chest.  My
hands ran up and over his ab muscles and I whispered to him to flex them, so
that I could feel the entire muscle.  As he did so, I continued up each
muscle of his six-pack, giving each one the attention it so deserved.  As I
reached the upper ab muscles, I came to the spot that I was going to enjoy
most, Kevin's chest.  My fingers ran through his chest hair ever so lightly,
and I lingered at the nipples, teasing them with my fingertips.  They were
erect and extremely sensitive and receptive, and Kevin's moans got even
louder.  I took my fingers and dug into the muscles of the pecs, relishing
the feeling of power in those muscles, and the feeling of power in my
fingers, assaulting them.  I could tell that he was completely relaxed and
so into the moment, he was totally oblivious to anything else going on.

And now it was time.  Time to devote attention to the one muscle
deliberately neglected.  I moved my body down and positioned myself so that
my mouth could easily access that beautiful cock.  But rather than moving
slowly, I moistened my lips and immediately plunged my face down on his
member, taking the entire 9 inches into my mouth in one movement.  The tip
of his cock was immediately down my throat, and this must have caught him
completely by surprise, because he began to raise his hips off the bed and
began to buck up and down.  But I was not ready for that yet.

With the force of my head only, I indicated to him that I wanted him to
remain still and I would do all the work.  I took his shaft up and down in
my mouth, sucking the air out of my mouth to create a vacuum and intensify
the tension on his tool.  I continued doing this very slowly, very slowly,
up and down, up and down, the movement almost imperceptible.  The veins in
Kevin's cock were standing out in high definition and his cock was rock
hard, harder than anytime before.  I knew that he was ready.

I released my mouth from his cock, and lay down on top of him, my cock
grinding into his.  The sweat was pouring off my body, and on to his,
matting down the hair on his chest and abs.  I was breathing heavily, and
moved myself up his body so that I had my ass positioned on his abs, my own
rigid cock pointing at his face.  I bent down and gave Kevin a long and
passionate kiss and then in one movement, slid down his abs and positioned
my ass directly above his cock.  I drew in a deep breath, made a pushing
motion within my ass, and sat down on his incredible nine inch cock.

The pain that shot through my body was intense but was also only momentary,
replaced by a feeling of euphoria of having taken that entire tool inside of
me.  Kevin gasped with delight, and opened his eyes to look up at me.  My
face was grimacing in pain with the first assault of that rod on my ass.  I
looked down at Kevin, who had a look of genuine concern on his face.  "It's
OK, it will pass. It actually feels great." I said breathlessly.   I sat
there, adjusting to having that nine incher up in me, and then slowly, again
every so slowly, began to rock back and forth on it, adjusting it inside of
me.  I could feel the veins of his cock on my velvet interior and it was
beyond delight in the way that it felt.  I then began a slow movement up and
down, up and down, with the pace increasing.  I knew that I couldn't take
that nine inches for too very long, and besides I felt Kevin's cock begin to
swell even more and knew that he could not hold back too long.

I began a steady rhythm up and down, my own cock bobbing in front of me,
feeling as though it were going to break off, it was so hard.  Kevin reached
up and grabbed it with one hand and began to jerk me off as I rode his cock.
  I could tell that he had not done that much before, touching another man's
cock, as his touch was very tentative.  But it pleased me very much that he
was making the effort.  And then to my surprise, he began to sit up
slightly, tightening his abs and rolling his body forward, so that his mouth
was there ready to receive whatever I would give him.

My breathing increased, as did my pace, until I was bobbing up and down on
that cock like a madman.  Kevin was moaning in a constant low tone from deep
in his throat.  Not a word was said between us, none was necessary.  I could
feel him churning, and knew that one or two more strokes were all he could
take.  I was right.  He let out a very low moan, very long and loud, as the
first spurt of jism was released from his cock into my velvet chamber.  He
spurted 5, 6, 7 times, and continued until the jism was leaking out of my
ass and dripping down his shaft to his balls.

At the time of his fourth spurt of hot cum into my ass, my own cock released
its reservoir of hot juices, splattering all over Kevin's face, and down his
chest and abs.  He valiantly attempted to take the juices in, but my load
was far heavier than anything he could handle without gagging.  This was
something new for him, and again the effort that he made to suck my cock and
take in my juices touched me.  We both were breathing heavily, our chests
pumping in a rhythmic beat together, until we were completely exhausted.  I
sat on Kevin's rigid cock until I knew he was completely dry.  I then bent
down, still with his cock up my ass, and gently kissed him, licking as much
of my own salty/sweet cum off of him, and and swirling it around in his
mouth as I kissed him. Again he had no objections to any of this, and seemed
eager to take in my own jism from my mouth.

We clung to each other for what seemed like an eternity, both of us slowly
drifting off to sleep, Kevin still deep within me.


END OF PART III, PART IV TO FOLLOW.