Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2000 03:45:10 GMT
From: tom fox <tfox2099@hotmail.com>
Subject: Legendary Journey Part IV

THE LEGENDARY JOURNEY Part IV - 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 sun was streaming in the window of Kevin's bedroom when I awoke the
following morning.  We had both rolled over to our respective sides of the
bed, after spending what seemed like an eternity together, Kevin deep inside
of me.  Kevin was still sleeping, his back to me, and the sheet down around
his waist, exposing those incredible muscles to me.  I watched him for a
bit, watched his rhythmic deep breathing, the expansion and contraction of
those beautiful muscles.  I started getting another hard-on.  "Jesus,
Fox...you horn dog!  Get a grip." I thought to myself.

I quietly climbed out of bed and walked into the master bath.  There was
that one-of-a-kind shower, and I was going to take advantage of it again.  I
turned on the water, and it began to cascade out of the rocks on the wall
and streamed across my body.  The feeling of being under that waterfall
again, the softness of the water, the warmth of the steam, the incredible
succulence of the plants around the shower enclosure, creating the jungle
setting, relaxed me totally.  I just stood there, facing the rock wall,
letting that water hit my body and stream down into a pool at the base of my
feet.

Suddenly, I felt another presence in the shower, and a smile came across my
face.  I knew that Kevin had joined me, and I felt his strong hands on my
shoulders, massaging my traps, as he leaned in and gave me a kiss on the
back of my neck.  His powerful hands moved around my body, and grasped each
of my pecs, massaging them gently yet forcefully, his fingers playing with
my nipples.  My knees nearly buckled, the touch of his body on mine was such
a turn on. I could feel his semi-erect cock against my ass, his hairy chest
against my back, the long chestnut brown hair becoming wet and streaming
down his neck and face, and covering my neck and face. I wanted this moment
to last forever; I had feelings for this man that I had never felt for
anyone else before. I was falling in love with him, and there was nothing I
could do about it.

He turned me around, and the water cascaded down on both of us.  He
continued to hold me tight, in a possessive way, a way that he had not held
me before.  Could it be possible that he had those same feelings for me? I
opened my eyes and gazed into his, those incredible blue eyes, so soft, so
steely, so searching, probing...trying to read my mind, and I his.  We stood
like that for quite a while, just being in tune with each other.  The feel
of his body on mine, mine on his, was all that was needed.

Reluctantly, I pulled away from Kevin, and reached for the soap and loofah.
I lathered up the loofah and began to scrub his body and then mine, moving
back and forth between the two of us.  Kevin stood there, obediently moving
his body around to my wordless instructions, my washing every nook and
cranny of his body, pausing briefly to insert a finger or two up his ass.
He did not object, and bent over a bit, to make it easier for me to access.
I moved my fingers in and out of his virgin hole, getting him accustomed to
the feeling.  I worked my fingers around inside of him, also enjoying the
sensation, and knowing that there was more to come.  Just not right now.

I withdrew my fingers from his hole, and we finished washing.  We both
understood that nothing was going to happen...for the moment.  We let the
water stream down on us, relaxing totally and enjoying the time together,
those wordless moments, neither of us touching, but being totally and
completely involved in the presence of the other.

Kevin turned off the water and we both reached for towels and dried off,
both of us gazing into the eyes of the other.  We both knew what the other
was thinking at that very moment, and my heart was filled with a joy that I
had not known for many years.

Kevin went into the master bedroom, and I into the guest bedroom to pack up
some things for our trip up north.  I had no idea what to expect, or how
long we were going to be gone, so I figured I'd better pack everything to
take with me.  It was the beginning of a warm day, so I put on a fresh pair
of Joe Boxers, some Khaki shorts, a dark blue polo shirt and my sandals,
gathered my luggage and walked out to the Great Room.  Kevin's luggage was
by the door, and I could hear him in the kitchen.

I walked in to the kitchen, and stood there admiring that incredibly
beautiful man.  He was making breakfast, and looked up at me, and flashed me
that smile that melts the hearts of women all over the world.  And a few
men, too!

"You've got to be hungry, Fox.  I know I am famished.  God, did I work up an
appetite."

"You're right, I could eat a horse.  Nearly did, last night!" I said with a
straight face.

Kevin burst out laughing and then sort of ducked his head, in feigned
embarrassment.  I don't think he fully realized just how well hung he was,
that his cock was certainly something to behold.  Sure, there are bigger,
monster cocks, but none more beautiful that that nine incher of his.

We ate breakfast and made small talk, Kevin telling me about the house up
north.  It actually belonged to one of the Producers of the show, and had
been given to Kevin for the length of the show's production in New Zealand.
For all intents and purposes, it was Kevin's.  He spoke of the house with
great fondness, and even expressed the desire to buy it from the Producer
when the show was over, and it was time to leave New Zealand.  This would
become his escape from the world, that little known place where he could
return and get away from it all.

We piled our luggage in the Range Rover and began our trip north.  It takes
me a while to become accustomed to driving on the left, or "backwards" from
the way we drive in the States, and this trip was no exception.  I was
tensed up, sitting there not in control of the Rover, but gradually became
more comfortable after I saw the ease with which Kevin Sorbo handled the New
Zealand traffic.  It was all second nature to him, and I relaxed even more
and started to enjoy the trip north.  It turned out to be quite a warm day,
and would get warmer as we headed north.

As we were driving, we again made small talk, talking about everything and
nothing.  We both were enjoying the company of the other, and both of us
knew that we did not have to speak in earnest about anything. We drove for a
while, not saying anything at all, just enjoying the scenery as we motored
out of Auckland and headed to the Far North.

I looked over at Kevin, admiring those chiseled features, that strong face,
that incredible chestnut brown hair blowing in the breeze.  The windows were
down in the Rover so we could fully enjoy the warmth and comfort of the
beautiful Kiwi day.  Kevin was wearing a pair of black gym shorts and a red
tank top, his chest hairs sticking out from the tops and sides of the tank,
and a pair of sneakers but no socks.  A couple of times while shifting the
manual transmission of the Rover, I noticed his cock peeking out of his gym
shorts.  He was "going commando", not wearing a jock under his gym shorts.

We were driving north out of greater Auckland toward Whangarei on the main
route to the Far North.  As we got out of the built up area and more into
the open countryside, I reached my hand over to Kevin's leg and moved my
fingers inside his pants leg and started playing with the head of his cock.
Kevin kept his eyes on the road, but a smile, a smirk really, was on his
face, and he made no effort to move my hand.  I pulled up the leg of his gym
shorts a bit more, exposing more of his cock.  It was semi-rigid, laying
there in all its glory on his muscular thigh.  I moved my hand up and down
the length of his cock, kneading it like a small loaf of bread.  I continued
this motion ever so slowing, just savouring the feel of his cock, and
knowing that he was enjoying this immensely.  Slowly, his cock got harder,
and the more I kneaded it, the harder it got, until it was fully engorged
and hard as a rock.  I became bolder, and leaned over and kissed Kevin on
the cheek, making sure that there were no other cars around or anyone that
could see it - I still had to keep in mind Kevin's sense of privacy.  He
made no effort to move away, and in fact, at that the last moment turned his
head toward me so that I could kiss him full on the lips.

I continued to massage his manhood, that great beautiful cock, and then
grasped it fully in my hand and began to jerk him off, ever so slowly.  I
loved the feel of the veins of his cock in my hand, rubbing the underside of
his cock with the palm of my hand.  I alternately squeezed hard while
jerking, and softly grasped his cock, and he was undeniably enjoying this.
He opened his legs a bit wider, so that I could get at more of his cock, and
reach his balls as well.  I continued stroking his cock like this for quite
a number of kilometers until we were well out into the countryside, with
fewer motorists with us.  We continued north at a good pace, not speeding,
but not dawdling either.  All the while, I'm jerking off Kevin Sorbo, and
really getting in to it.  I started to speed up the motion of my up and down
grasp on his cock, and Kevin starts to let out a bit of a moan.  I know that
he can last as long as I can stroke him, but I have something else in mind.

I continued to pick up the pace of my stroking, and I could feel the fire
starting to build inside of him.  Kevin was enjoying this as much as I was,
and offered no resistance to me.  I continued my rapid pace on his cock, and
felt the swelling of his cock, knowing that it wouldn't be long before he
blew a load.  I told him to slide his seat back a bit further, which he
immediately did, and then I leaned across the console of the Rover, and put
my mouth around the head of his great cock, all the while continuing my
rapid strokes.  He let out a loud and long moan and at the same time, the
first spurt of his jism hit my mouth, landing on my tongue.  Then a second,
third, fourth spurt, and I was sucking the head of his cock for all I could.
  I couldn't really take all of him in, just the head and the first few
inches, but it was enough for both of us.  I continued to jerk him, and he
continued to spurt his hot juices into my waiting and eager mouth.  I
swallowed every drop of it, not wanting to waste a bit of it.  After what
seemed like several minutes, he stopped shooting his jism, and just a few
drops remained on his slit opening.  I removed my mouth from his cock, and
watched as the last few drops pooled at the end of his cock, just ready to
dribble down on his thigh.  I licked the last drops off his cock, and
continued to lick him until he is completely dry.  I looked up to see that
smile, that gorgeous smile on his face, his eyes still focused on the road
ahead, but glinting that steely blue, now even more intensely blue than
ever.

I licked my lips and pop his cock back into his shorts, but with the head of
his cock still peeking out.  I wanted to continue to look at it from time to
time, and he made no effort to adjust himself.  He glanced over at me, and
then again, and says "What?"

"You enjoy being worshiped, don't you?  I don't mean hordes of screaming
fans, but one person, one person only," I said.

"I don't know if 'worshipped' is the right word," Kevin said. "I certainly
have no objections to you doing what you do.  Whether I could, or would, let
anyone else do that, I don't know."

We continued on north without talking.  We passed through Whangarei, and
were now on some lesser highways, continuing our trek north.  The smell of
the ocean air was everywhere, even though I could not yet see it.  Our next
destination was Ahipara, on the coast at the base of Ninety Mile Beach.

We were about half way there, when Kevin turned to me, gazed at me for a
long time and said, "You know, Fox, you are the best friend that I have ever
had.  It's not just the sex, but just your very being that is probably the
best thing that has happened to me in a long time.  You see me for what I
am, you accept me as a man, and don't put up with my bullshit.  You
understand me, better than almost anyone, almost as well as..."

His words trailed off, but I knew what he was going to say. "...Your wife."
I said. "I know.  I was wondering when you were gonna talk about her.  Look,
I know that this is going to end at some point, she is going to be coming
back from L.A., and I will be returning to the States.  What we have had is
very special, will always be special."

"Kevin, I'm gonna say it - I love you.  I love everything about you.  But I
also know that this will end, and that I will return to my regular life back
in the States, and that you will return to being the big TV star and will go
on to bigger and better things.  And I will never, ever be able to talk
about any of this, but that's OK, because I will have these memories, these
treasured times.  And it's not just the sex, either.  That is fantastic, but
it is being with a man, a beautiful, spectacular, wonderful man, in every
sense of the word.  Being with you as another man, experiencing things that
only two men can experience.  That, I will always cherish."

There were tears in my eyes as I was telling him this, and he looked at me,
those steely blue eyes so soft in their gaze, so searching, trying to read
my mind.  He reached over and brushed away the tears, and I noticed that his
eyes were watery, he was fighting back tears himself.

"I don't know what it is about you, Fox.  There is a special quality about
you.  You're a good guy, a really good man.  And I have feelings for you as
well.  Is it love?  I don't know.  I know I love my wife.  Can I love you as
well?  I don't know. All I know is that there is and always will be a
special place in my heart for you, and I will never be able to say that
about another man.  For that, I am certain."

I dried the tears from my eyes, and looked at him.  This man was being
totally honest with me, as honest as he could be, and I respected him even
more for that. "Kevin, back at the house, you asked me if I loved Colin.
Why did you ask that?"

"I don't know, Fox.  Honestly, I really don't know.  I guess it was some
jealousy on my part, seeing you with him.  I was surprised by his good
looks, I figured he was gonna be an older guy... Hell, I don't know...  I
just had to know if you had fucked him, or if he had fucked you.  I guess
that means that I really do love you, Fox," Kevin said, keeping his eyes on
the road.

Nothing further was said on the subject, nothing further needed to be said.

We arrived in Ahipara, a somewhat sleepy (by American standards) tourist
town on the west coast of New Zealand, bordering the Tasman Sea.  The views
were incredible, with low hillsides around the town, and views from just
about everywhere.  But the best was yet to come.

Just outside of town, we turned off the main north road and took a dirt and
sand track west toward the ocean.  Within minutes, we were on the beach,
looking north, the beach curving to the left as we turned the Rover onto the
beach.  I looked over at Kevin, sort of quizzically, and he said, "this is
the best way to get to my house.  They don't call it Ninety Mile Beach for
nothing!"

And with that, we took off, driving north along the beach.  It was almost
like a highway - the sand was so compact and smooth, better than many paved
roadways, either here or in the States.  The ocean was to the left as we
headed north, and a diverse terrain was to the right, alternately sand dunes
and small forests of trees.  We overtook several tour buses and passed them,
waving at the tourists on board.  If they only knew who was in that Range
Rover!  There was some traffic coming from the other direction, but nothing
of any major consequence.  And the further north we proceeded, the lighter
the traffic.  I learned that, this beach drive and the main road were the
only ways to get to the town of Te Kao, which was near our destination;
Kevin's house was in the area of Te Kao, near the beach.

The curve of the beach straightened out, and we continued on north for what
seemed like an endless distance. The beauty of it all was breathtaking, the
ocean to the left and the beach to the right, as we continued our way north.
   There were sections that we drove that were arrow straight, with no
curves or turns in the beach roadway.  I had driven on the beaches at Fort
Lauderdale in Florida, but this was way beyond comparison.

After what seemed like hours, Kevin slowed the Range Rover down a bit, and I
noticed that there was a break in the dunes and trees, and a bit of a track
leading back through them.  He turned the Rover onto the track, and we
followed it through the break, and up a small hill, hidden from view by the
dunes and trees.  Atop the hill was a house, not large, not small - what one
would probably call a bungalow. It completely blended in with the
surrounding foliage.  "We're here," Kevin said.

Kevin parked the Range Rover and we climbed out.  The front of the house
faced west toward the Tasman Sea, just looking over the small trees and
dunes between the house and the ocean.  The soil was a mixture of sand and
dirt, enough to sustain plant growth around the outside of the house. It was
almost a jungle around the house, but well planned, not intrusive, not
overgrown.  I heard the whinnying of a horse, and looked around to see where
it was coming from.

"There are some stables down that path and back beyond the house," Kevin
said. "I keep 3-4 horses here for my trips north. There's a caretaker's
cottage attached to the stables as well. I had a gym put in next to the
stables, and there's also a lap pool behind the house.  Don't know if George
has been here or not.  He's a local from Te Kao, looks after the place when
I'm not around."

We started up the short path to the front of the house, which was surrounded
on 3 sides by a continuous porch.  As we climbed the stairs to the porch,
the front door opened.

"Ah, Mr. Sorbo.  Good to see you again, sir.  Thought that sounded like your
car."  Standing in the doorway was a tall older man, probably in his 50's or
so.  He was very tanned, very fit, and very obliging.

"George, good to see you again.  This is my buddy Tom Fox from the States.
He's been here on an assignment, writing about New Zealand.  Spent some time
down on South Island, thought I'd bring him up here to see what the Far
North is all about," Kevin said.

George extended his hand to me, and I took it and returned his firm grasp.
He shook my hand as though we were old friends, warmly and with a sense of
welcome.  "I've got the place ready for you, figured you'd be in late this
afternoon.  I checked the supplies, everything is fine, just did some
restocking from the last time you were up.  The horses are out in the
pasture, I'll bring them in shortly.  The pool has been checked and is just
as you like it, Mr. Sorbo.  Had a bit of a problem with the pump last week,
needed to make some repairs, but I got it working fine again."

"Thank you, George.  As usual, everything is just as expected," Kevin said.
"We won't be needing you for the next couple of days.  I'll take care of the
horses this evening as well."

"Very good, sir.  I'll be heading into town then, sir.  If there's anything
you need, just give me a ring.  If you'd like, I'll check back in toward the
end of the week," George said.

"That will be fine, George, and thanks again.  And don't spend too much time
at the pub this evening!" Kevin said.

"Ha!  Not bloody likely!" George replied, and with that, started off down
the path toward the stables.

"That path leads into town.  It's probably 4 miles or more.  But he refuses
to drive between the house and town.  He's been doing it for so many years,
he probably knows every inch of that path. Probably every inch of all of
this land around here."

"Seems like a nice guy," I said.  "Guess that hike will keep you in shape.
He looks to be in pretty good shape."

"Yeah, especially since he is 82," Kevin said.


We'd been in the entrance hall all this time, so Kevin showed me around the
house.  Nothing fancy, but certainly not spartan either.  Large,
comfortable, very masculine décor.  Kevin told me that George had been the
caretaker for the property for more years than anyone could remember.  He
was somewhat a part of the property; you get the property, you get George.

We settled in, grabbed something to eat, and I told Kevin I wanted to
explore around the grounds.  Kevin had to get the horses in and tend to
them, so this gave me an opportunity to look around.  I walked to the rear
of the house, and saw the lap pool there, surrounded by lush plants all
around.  That's one of the many things I liked about the North Island, and
this Far North area in particular, the lush greenery everywhere.  There was
a path leading down to the stables, and another path leading around the
north side of the house.  I followed this path which came out in the front
of the house, but atop the knoll that separated the house from the beach
area.  I stood on the knoll, in the waning light of day, and looked down on
the beach, not too far away.  I could see a vehicle or two on the beach; not
too much traffic got this far north along the beach.  I watched as one
vehicle continued on past where I was standing; it was a CamperVan, and
looked vaguely familiar.  But then, all CamperVans In New Zealand looked
quite alike.  I didn't give it another thought, as I watched the closing
minutes of the day and the sun setting in the west.  "What a wonderful place
to be," I thought.

I stood there until it became quite dark, still light enough to see the
house and stable area, but getting more difficult to see; the moon had not
yet risen.  I started down off the knoll and headed toward the stable,
thinking that Kevin would have the horses in by now.  Being a city boy,
growing up in New York, and living in L.A., I had not had a lot of exposure
to horses.  That soon changed.

As I walked in to the stables, Kevin was there brushing one of the horses, a
magnificent black and brown stallion.  Kevin had taken off his tank top and
was only in his gym shorts, and the sweat was glistening on his body,
matting down the hair on his chest.  His lat muscles were straining as he
was brushing the horse, tensing with each gentle reach and stroke of the
animal.  He was talking gently to the horse, and it was turning it's head
toward him, as if in acknowledgement.  I stood in the doorway and stared
with awe.

Kevin must have sensed my presence.  Without turning around, he said "Want
to take a ride?" and continued brushing the horse.

"Sure", I said.  "I gotta tell you, I don't have a lot of experience with
horses."  That was an understatement.

"No worries," he said. "There's a grey that will work just fine for you."

I looked in one of the stalls and there was a mare there, primarily grey
with a black and grey mane, already bridled.  Kevin was putting a bridle on
the stallion, and it willingly took to it.  "Grab the reins on the grey and
bring it out here," Kevin said.

I did as he instructed and walked the horse out into the main area of the
stable.  As I turned around to look at Kevin and ask what to do, he grabbed
the waistband of his gym shorts and with one quick move, removed them so
that he was completely naked.  He then threw his body up onto the back of
the stallion, sweeping his leg up and over the back of the animal, until he
was upright and astride the horse.  I looked at him in even greater awe,
that incredibly beautiful man sitting atop that equally beautiful horse.

"Take your clothes off if you'd like.  There's no other sensation in the
world quite like it, riding without any clothes," Kevin said.

"I don't know about this," I said reluctantly.

"She's very good with people, trust me," Kevin replied.

I took my clothes off and was standing there, feeling somewhat
self-conscious.  "Lead her over to that bale of hay, that way you can stand
on it, and get atop her," Kevin said.  I did as he instructed and was soon
on top of the horse.  The feeling of the horse's hair on my ass and balls
was incredible, not unpleasant at all.  As she started walking, I started
bouncing up and down, my balls and ass slapping on her back.  "This could
get painful," I thought to myself.

"Tense your cheeks and legs a bit, it will lessen the slapping feeling
some," Kevin said.  He must have been reading my mind.  I did as he told me,
and sure enough, it did make a difference. "Now, develop a rhythm with the
horse.  Become one with her," he said.  I did as he told me, and soon I was
feeling confident astride the mare.  I looked at her more closely, and she
turned her head to look back at me, almost to say to me that she would take
care of me.

We walked the horses through the dunes and trees and out onto the beach.
There was absolutely no traffic now, no lights, just the light of the moon
rising and the sounds of the waves crashing on the beach.  We were out on
the open sand, it still compact and hard, but no problems for the horses to
walk on, giving just enough for them to be sure-footed while walking.  Kevin
and I rode side by side as we headed further north along the beach, walking
at a gentle pace, so that I could get accustomed to the horse.  I looked
over at Kevin, and I had never seen him so relaxed.  The tenseness in his
muscles was gone, and there was a look of serenity on his face that I had
never seen before.  The wind was blowing quite a bit, but was a warm wind,
and his chestnut hair was billowing in the breeze.  I could see the slight
movement of the hairs on his chest as they had dried from the breeze, and
marveled at the beauty of this man beside me.

Kevin looked over at me and said "Ready?"  I didn't have any idea what he
meant but replied "Sure."

With that, Kevin started to gallop the horse, and the mare under me did the
same.  They were both just gently galloping, but enough to get some speed
going, something more than a trot, but not a full gallop.  I watched Kevin
as we increased our speed and he was holding the reins of the horse with one
hand, the other dangling out to his side.  As the horse galloped, he was
bobbing up and down, but with a rhythm in perfect synch with the great
stallion, his ass flexing and relaxing as he bobbed up and down.  I could
see his cock and balls slapping against the back of the horse, but it did
not seem to bother him; indeed, he seemed to be enjoying it, the rhythmic
motion undulating back and forth, up and down.

I also began to focus on the motion and after a bit of practise, began to
sense what I thought Kevin must be feeling, that undulation underneath me
setting my whole body afire, but releasing all tension as well.  This was a
form of massage therapy that I had never even given thought to!

As we rode north, the moon-rise presented us with more light than we had
anticipated.  It was not a full moon, but was full enough.  We continued to
ride, and in the distance, off shore, I could make out the figure of a
surfer, riding the waves crashing into the beach.  "Crazy bastard" I thought
to myself.  Kevin also saw the surfer and pointed him out to me; I nodded in
agreement, indicating that I had seen him.  We stopped our horses to watch,
and the surfer rode the waves in.  As he neared the shore, he would jump off
the board, and then pull it back to him, and begin his journey back out to
sea, to find that just right wave to bring him back in again.

We were completely still and Kevin watched and said "I've seen him up here
several times.  He's good, really good.  I've tried it a few times myself,
it's great fun, but those waves out there are a bit too large for my tastes.
  Maybe with more experience I would enjoy it.  This guy likes to surf at
night, as I've seen him out there on my rides before."

I wondered if the surfer had seen us, or was he completely oblivious to
everything but that perfect wave.  We watched a bit more and then, Kevin
turned his horse around and started back down the beach, back toward the
house.  My horse turned and obediently followed, without my prompting.  As
we started back, at a slow walk, Kevin suddenly spurred his horse with his
bare heels and the horse began to gallop, much faster than on the way up.
My grey also followed, again without my prompting, and it was all I could do
to stay on her.  She must have sensed that, as she eased her gallop a bit,
falling somewhat behind the lead stallion.  I watched as Kevin rode with
abandon, that great muscular male body on that great muscular equine body.
The blend of the two was magic.

We arrived back at the turn off for the house, and Kevin had slowed his
horse, waiting for me to catch up.  It's a good thing, or I never would have
seen the turn off.  But of course my horse would have known where to turn.
We re-entered the drive area between the dunes and trees and slowly walked
back to the stables.  The horses seemed to have enjoyed our run, and neither
of them appeared to be winded or tired at all.  We entered the stable, and
dismounted the horses, me getting off with some degree of expertise, not
having to rely on the hay bale.  Kevin, still naked, took the bridles off
the horses and lead them into their stalls, and gave them some feed and
water.  He stood watching the horses, and was completely at peace with
himself.

I walked up behind him and put my arms around his waist, my limp cock
rubbing up against his ass, my elbows at his sides, my upper arms stroking
his chest.  He closed his eyes and let out a slight moan and ever so
slightly wiggled his ass against my cock.  We stood like that for a while,
just enjoying the feeling.  I was also trying to get my sense of balance
back, and adjusting to that feeling of no longer having a horse between my
legs.

Kevin turned around slowly, and put his hands on my waist, drawing me toward
him.  His chest hair was against my bare pecs, rubbing them, as he bent his
head down to kiss me.  And kiss me he did, like he has never kissed me
before.  The passion of that kiss took me to new heights of emotion, and I
eagerly returned the passion.  Our tongues met, first in my mouth, then in
his mouth, and then back and forth.  Our breathing was hot and heavy, and
the clinch of our bodies together tightened.  His strong arms moved from my
waist up around my shoulders, as I grasped him around his chest and lats
under his arms, my fingers playing with his straining back muscles.

Kevin pulled away and looked deep into my eyes, again trying to read my
mind, those searching, piercing blue eyes looking into my soul.  They were
the softest I had ever seen them.  I returned his gaze, looking deep into
his soul with my emerald green eyes flashing intensely, searching, looking,
hoping.

At that moment I knew what Kevin wanted me to do.  I looked at him, asking
him only with my eyes if he was sure, and getting that wordless answer with
his incredible blue eyes.  He led me over to a pile of loose hay and with
one stroke of his hand grasped a couple of blankets off a hook on a pole.
He quickly spread the blankets out on the hay, and then laid down on the
blankets, on his stomach, his arms above his head, his legs spread wide,
invitingly.

I laid down on top of him and began to kiss his neck, burying my face in his
hair, smelling the essence of him, the smell of the man, the ocean air, the
horses, the stables.  All of those smells were overwhelming and so enticing
to me.  I could feel his strong muscular back against my pecs and abs, my
hairless front against his hairless back.  My cock was beginning to get hard
as I placed it between his legs, right up against his virgin hole.  I rocked
my hips slightly from side to side, massaging his cheeks with my pelvis.

Kevin raised his ass slightly, inviting more attention.  I took my right
hand and with it between our bodies, I inserted a finger into his velvet
hole.  He wiggled his ass a bit, finding a comfort level with the feeling of
my finger in this new area.  When I felt he was ready, I stuck and second
and then a third finger inside of him, priming him.  He squirmed around ever
so slightly, getting the right fit of my fingers to his hole.  I began to
move them around a bit, and then started moving them back and forth, in and
out.  He grimaced at first, and then relaxed again, perhaps remembering the
thrill of the ride we had just had, and the thrill of the ride to come.

Slowly, he raised his ass up into the air, me still astride his back.  He
then slowly raised himself up on all fours, and I slid off his back and was
kneeling behind him.  My cock by now was raging hard, harder than I had ever
felt it and I took the head of it and slowly placed it against his virgin
hole.  I pushed ever so slightly in toward that velvet hole, not sure if he
was ready for this or not.  There was no lube with us, so to insure that I
did not unnecessarily hurt him, I spit onto my fingers and lubed his hole up
a bit, while still pushing with the head of my cock.  I'm not overly large,
about 6-1/2 inches, but pretty thick, and wanted to make sure that I was
very tender and loving with Kevin.

My hot cock was throbbing now, wanting to be deep inside of Kevin Sorbo.  I
pushed a bit more in, feeling the head of my cock enter that velvet chamber,
and meeting with some resistance.  No words were exchanged, but we both knew
what we needed to do.  He pushed out a bit more, as I was pushing in, and we
reached that point where I was about halfway in, and he relaxed his ass
muscles and pulled me further in effortlessly.  I was just about completely
inside of him, proceeding ever so slowly, allowing him to squirm his butt
around and find that comfortable position for him.

Suddenly, he pushed back a little, and I was all the way in, my cock deep
inside of Kevin.  He started a very slow rocking motion, back and forth,
encouraging me to do the same thing.  We rocked back and forth together for
a bit, and then I paused and starting moving back and forth in an opposite
motion from him, pulling out and pushing in, pulling out and pushing in that
virgin hole.

The feeling was more incredible than I had ever experienced.  Perhaps it was
the excitement of a virgin, tight hole.  Perhaps it was the fact that it was
Kevin.  And perhaps it was because this man was giving himself to me for the
first time, for the first time to any man.  Whatever it was, the euphoric
feeling was beyond description.  I slowly pumped in and out of Kevin's hole,
and ever so slowly began to increase the pace.  I wanted to savour this
moment, and I wanted him to have an experience to remember.  He stuck his
ass more up in the air, as a signal that he wanted more, and as I increased
the speed of my thrusts, I reached around to grab his cock.  He was rock
hard as well, harder than I had felt him, and my hand on his cock produced a
low moan from him.  I started jerking him as I moved in and out of him, and
I knew that I was reaching that point of no return. I briefly stopped my in
and out thrusting and was jerking him only.  I could feel the intensity
starting to build in his cock, and started my thrusting again.  I wanted us
to cum at the same time, so I used the feeling of his cock tensing, the
veins swelling on his massive dick, and increased my thrusts into his virgin
hole.  I could feel the burning in my balls and the swelling of my own cock
deep within him.

Kevin let out a deep throaty growl, which became a long sustained moan.  I
felt the first spurt of his cock at the same time that my own cock was
spurting deep within him.  I continued to thrust into him, the feeling of
euphoria sweeping over me, until I felt like I was going to pass out.  The
intensity of that orgasm was something that I had never felt before, and
just rode with the moment.  Kevin was also cumming like he never had before,
spurting more and more of his jism, his cock pulsating in my hand.  His
breathing was hard and heavy, as was mine and we were rocking back and
forth, my thrusts meeting his ass.

And then it was over.  I don't know how long it lasted, but it seemed like
forever.  That feeling of my cock deep inside Kevin was beyond compare.  We
stayed locked like that for a while, my cock still rigid within him.  He
moved his ass around to get a few last squeezes in, contracting his muscles
around my dick, holding me in.  His cock was dripping with cum, and I took
what was on my hand and put in up to my mouth, licking my fingers clean.

Slowly, Kevin lowered himself back down to the blankets, and I followed him
down, trying to keep my cock deep within him.  I was beginning to go limp,
so I knew that I could not stay completely inside of him much longer.  I
pulled out and just laid on top of him, in much the same manner that we had
started out.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure standing in the doorway, in the
shadows.  I didn't know how long it had been there, but I turned to focus on
that shadowy figure.  It was dark, and it took me a bit to focus.  I could
tell that it was a tall male, wearing a wetsuit.  The zipper along the front
was unzipped down to mid stomach and I could see a bare chest, well defined
pecs and abs in the opening.  One hand was down inside the wetsuit, and I
could tell that the hand was in the crotch, moving around back and forth.
The face was hidden in the shadows, but there was water dripping down from
the head onto the wetsuit, and there were beads of water on the suit itself.

Kevin sensed the presence as well, and his body began to tense up, as he
began to raise up on all fours.  I put my hand on his shoulder and gently,
but firmly motioned for him to stay down.  There was something familiar
about that shadowy figure and then he spoke.  "Enjoying a ride of a
different sort, I see."

I immediately knew it was Colin.  I'd recognize that voice anywhere, that
air of confidence in his voice.  I relaxed my body on top of Kevin, as
though it were perfectly natural for me to be fucking him in the stable.

"Hello, Colin.  Good to see you again.  Was that you out on the water?" I
asked, trying to be nonchalant.

"Yup, that was me. I followed you up here, but lost you when you turned off,
so I parked the camper van further up and into the dunes," Colin said.

I looked at him for a long time, still laying on top of Kevin.  He zipped
the zipper further down, exposing that blond bush around his cock.  He had
shaved his chest completely, so that it was devoid of all hair.  I was a bit
disappointed, but also strangely turned on by that.  I could see just how
muscular he really was, and that 8-pack of his stood out with even more
prominence. "Care to join us?" I asked.

This surprised both Colin and Kevin - and me as well.  Colin moved further
into the stables so that he could be more clearly seen.  His blond hair was
streaming wet from the surf, and he unzipped the wetsuit further.  I got up
off of Kevin and walked over to Colin and gave him a hug and a deep kiss.
Kevin rolled over on his side and propped his head up with his arm, his
elbow on the blanket.  I continued to kiss Colin deeply as my hands started
roaming all over his body, or at least what I could reach.  I let my hands
roam across his chest and the feeling of that naked, hairless chest, with
just a hint of stubble turned me on more that I had imagined.  I let my hand
continue on down his chest, across his amazing abs, and into his crotch.  My
hand replaced his on his cock, which was quite hard. He must have been
standing there watching us for some time.

I moved my hand up and out of his wetsuit and began to peel it off of him,
grasping the suit at his broad shoulders and peeling it down to his waist.
I zipped the zipper down the leg, careful not to snag any of his pubic
hairs; he had not completely shaved that area, nor his legs, only his chest
and abs.  I peeled the suit down his legs and he stepped out of it, joining
us completely naked.  I led him over to the blankets where Kevin was laying.

Wordlessly, I instructed Colin to lie down on the blanket, which he did.
That long body of his, so muscular yet so different from Kevin's stretched
out before me.  His cock was rock hard and in need of attention, so I
grasped it with my hand and began to stroke it.  At the same time, I put my
lips around the head of his cock, and Colin immediately began to moan.  I
knew that it would not take much for the young man to cum, but I wanted to
delay it as much as possible. I sucked on the head of his cock, while
squeezing the base, and then lightly moving my hand up and down his length.
Colin's legs were spread wide open, and I had placed myself squarely between
them, going down on him on all fours.  I took all of his cock into my mouth
and began to deep throat him, taking all of him in, enjoying the complete
mouthful that he presented.  I bobbed my head up and down on Colin's rigid
cock, and he continued to moan and move his head from side to side.

Kevin was watching all of this with interest.  This was all very new to him,
and I could tell seeing me suck this young man was turning him on.  Kevin
too was admiring his body as much as I had.  I glanced up to see what Kevin
was doing, and his eyes were taking in all of the action going on before
him.  Kevin moved over to be closer to us, and he began to massage Colin's
nipples.  Colin's pecs were even more developed and defined than Kevin's and
Kevin began to let his hand roam all over Colin's chest.  As he was doing
this, I could see Kevin's cock start to get hard again.

As if reading my mind, Kevin stopped massaging Colin's nipples and moved
around behind me.  My ass was sticking up in the air, and Kevin needed no
further invitation.  He knew I wanted him to fuck me, ride me hard and
furious.  My willing hole was open to him, and he entered me easily.  I was
in ecstasy.  I was sucking Colin for all I could, and being fucked by Kevin
at the same time.  I could feel Kevin's veiny cock inside my pleasure hole,
and he began a rocking motion, as we had done before.  I then alternated the
motion, so that he was entering me and pulling out, entering and pulling
out.  Kevin grasped my hips so that when he thrust inside of me, he was in
as deep as he could get.  I was enjoying having that 9-inch dick deep inside
of me.  And I was also focusing my attention on the 7-incher in my mouth.
"Shit, this is as good as it can get," I was thinking to myself, in the
euphoric haze that I was in.  I attacked Colin's cock and stuck one finger,
then a 2nd and then a 3rd finger up his ass, until I was massaging his
prostate.  I moved my fingers around and started a thrusting motion,
matching the thrusts that were going into my own ass.

I could feel the heat rising in Colin's cock and also the fire in my velvet
hole, knowing that Kevin was about to cum again.  Colin started shooting
first, great globs of jism in a quantity that made me gag.  I tried
swallowing all of it, but there was just too much, and some of this was
dribbling out of my mouth, and running down on my beard and into Colin's
pubic hairs and balls.  Meanwhile, Kevin had increased his strokes into me
and was pistoning me like a well-oiled machine.  I could feel his cock
swelling in my ass as his first shot of hot juices entered me and he
continued to pummel me for what seemed like an eternity.  Without even
touching my own cock, I began to spurt my own juices, and as I did so, Kevin
could feel my own contractions as I was cumming, and reached around to catch
some of my jism in his hand and started licking it off his fingers.  I
continued to suck Colin dry and he was moaning and his body was releasing
little shudders as he continued to spurt the final bits of his juices in my
mouth.

Completely spent, I removed my mouth from Colin's cock, and moved up his
body so my head was resting on his abs.  Kevin collapsed on top of me, the
full weight of his body on mine, his head laying next to mine, cheek to
cheek.  We were all very hot and sweaty and glistened with the afterglow of
that incredible moment together.

After laying there and catching our breaths, Kevin suggested that we go for
a swim.  There was no objection at all from Colin or me, and we headed
toward the pool, Colin reached the pool first, and dove in and immediately
swam a couple of laps. Kevin dove in as well and swam a lap or so. Me, I
just dove in and immediately flipped over on my back, so that I could float
in the pool, savouring the feelings that I had just experienced.

We swam for a bit, and then climbed out of the pool and sat on the patio
talking.  It was a time for Kevin and Colin to get to know each other, for
Kevin to realize that Colin was no threat to him, no more so than me.  We
talked for what seemed like hours.  I realized how tired I had become, and
suggested that we turn in for the night.  Kevin suggested that Colin stay in
the guest bedroom, to which Colin agreed, but said that he needed to
retrieve the CamperVan.  Kevin told Colin to just make himself at home when
he got back, that we were going to turn in.

Kevin and I headed to the master bedroom.  We were still naked and collapsed
into bed.  We met in the center of the bed and gave each other a warm
embrace, kissing long and passionately.  We both knew that nothing further
was going to happen tonight, we were both exhausted.  Kevin rolled over on
his side, and I immediately slid my body up next to his, with my arm draped
across him.  In no time, both of us were sound asleep.

The lush plants surrounding the house kept it cool and dark.  Morning came,
and little light filtered in to the master bedroom.  I became aware of the
daylight, and looked across at the sleeping form next to me.  I leaned over
and gave Kevin a very light kiss on the cheek, that unshaven cheek facing
me.  He stirred just a bit, and there was a slight smile on his face.  He
opened one eye a fraction, and then a bit more, as he became accustomed to
the light.

"I'll get breakfast going, you come in when you are ready," I said to him,
and got out of bed. I quietly rummaged through my luggage and found a pair
of nylon gym shorts. I pulled them on, and quietly walked out of the bedroom
and into the kitchen.  There were no other sounds inside the house as I got
the coffee going and looking in the refrigerator to see what was available.
When the coffee was done, I poured myself a cup and walked out the side door
from the kitchen onto the porch that surrounded the house on 3 sides.  I
walked around to the front of the house and noticed that the CamperVan was
parked in the drive alongside Kevin's Range Rover.  Had he slept in there,
or was Colin in the house?  I walked around to the other side of the house,
the side where the guest bedroom was, and peeked in the window.  Colin was
sprawled out on the bed, his magnificent naked body clearly visible on top
of the bedding.

I finished my coffee and returned to the kitchen to get breakfast going.  I
looked at my watch, not so much for the time as the date, and realized that
my time here was going to soon come to an end.  I had deadlines to meet and
had to be back in San Francisco for a meeting with my editor in less than 72
hours.

I began to think about that return trip and everything that I had
experienced while in New Zealand.  Meeting both of these men was having a
fundamental effect on my life, and my perception of my future. I knew deep
in my soul that the time I was spending with Kevin was coming to an end, and
that it would never be repeated, that I would never see him again, once I
left here.  There was a deep sense of sadness that overcame me, a sense of
losing something very important, and not being able to do a damn thing about
it.

I strolled out to the patio in the rear of the house, next to the pool, and
with a quick motion, removed my gym shorts and dove in, swimming the length
of the pool and back, and continuing back and forth, back and forth.  I had
to clear my mind and physical exertion was the usual way for me to do this.
I continued swimming laps, counting them -50, 51, 52 - until I lost count.
Finally I stopped in the middle of the pool, rolled over on my back and just
floated for a while.  I drifted to the side of the pool and looked up to see
Kevin standing there.  He was wearing a pair of jeans and a khaki shirt,
that look that is so much a part of him.

"That was certainly intense," he said.  "I counted 78 laps before you rolled
over on your back.  Something wrong?"

"Not a thing is wrong, Kevin.  Everything is just right, and that is the
problem.  This is rapidly coming to an end, and I don't want it to end, but
I know that it must.  You know that it must."

"I know, Fox, I know." Kevin whispered softly, barely audible.  "This time
with you has been unbelievable, never in my wildest dreams could I have ever
imagined the thrills that I have had being with you, talking to you..." his
voice trailed off.

"Making love to me and I to you," I finished.  He nodded his head, looking
down on me on the side of the pool, me clinging to the edge, gazing up at
that incredible man.

"There's one place that we need to go today, that you must see before you
leave," Kevin said.  "We'll take the horses and ride up to Cape Reinga.
It's the end of the world here, a more incredible spot you are not likely to
see."

"Sounds good to me," I said as I climbed out of the pool.  I stood in front
of Kevin, dripping water, he fully clothed, me completely naked. I pulled on
my gym shorts and went to the cabana to grab a towel and dry off.  As I
dried off, I just looked at Kevin, who was looking at me, watching my moves,
admiring my hairless yet muscular chest as I moved the towel over my body.
"Not bad for an old guy," Kevin said with a smile.

"He's incredible - for an old guy," another voice said, and there was Colin
standing at the rail of the porch, looking down on the two of us.  He was
still completely naked, that incredible swimmer's body glistening in the
sunlight, just a faint hint of stubble on his chest and abs where he had
shaved, those incredible abs exposed and tight.  He smiled that Tom Cruise
smile and I watched him as he turned and walked back into the guest bedroom.
  A few moments later he re-emerged, wearing a pair of sweat pants and a
muscle shirt, arms exposed, lats sticking out the side opening.

"Do you ride, Colin?" Kevin asked.  "I thought we could take a ride up to
Cape Reinga today, and I'd really like for you to join us."

"Yes, I do.  Grew up on horses, on my parent's ranch.  Before... Yes, I can
ride." Colin replied.

"Good," Kevin said. "Let's get some breakfast and then get the horses
ready."

We ate a hearty breakfast, changed into clothes suitable for riding and then
went down to the stables to get the horses ready.  Our clothes from the
night before were still in the stables as was Colin's wetsuit.  "Oh well, we
can get them later," I thought.


End of Part IV, Part V/Finale to Follow