Date: Thu, 03 Aug 2000 23:37:35 GMT
From: tom fox <tfox2099@hotmail.com>
Subject: Legendary Journey Part V / Finale

THE LEGENDARY JOURNEY Part V/The Finale - 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
preference of the celebrity mentioned in this story is total fantasy and
has no basis in fact.  This is the final installment of the Legendary
Journey storyline.  If you have enjoyed this story, or would like to offer
comments or suggestions for future stories, I'd love to hear from you.

Send email responses to tfox2099@hotmail.com


Kevin saddled up the black and brown horse he had ridden the previous night,
the grey for me, and a white gelding for Colin.  Since we were going to be
on the horses for a while, it made more sense to ride with saddles than
bareback.

We followed the path up past the house and to the driveway area that cut
through the dunes and trees, and were back on the beach.  In the daylight,
it was an incredible view, the vast expanse of sand trailing down to the
ocean, the waves crashing in on the beach, the beach extending as far as the
eye could see in either direction.  There was some traffic on the beach,
cars and tour buses that had come this far north, but nothing to be overly
concerned about.  We turned the horses north and started off at an easy
trot, the three of us riding beside each other, making conversation easy.
We talked about Kevin's final episodes of the show and the shooting schedule
that was coming up, of Colin's surfing trips, about my article that I had
come here to write.  Interspersed with our conversations were periods of
silence, when we just rode and admired the beauty of this magnificent
country.

We approached what appeared to be the end of the beach area, and followed a
trail up off the beach and into the trees and dunes.  Soon we were out of
the trees into a vast expanse of openness, with a lighthouse visible in the
distance.  We were not able to ride all of the way to the lighthouse area,
and tied up the horses and began hiking along a ridge, heading toward that
lighthouse.  As we approached, we could see the land trailing off down
beyond the lighthouse, a combination of rocks, and cliffs and sand, trailing
off where the Tasman Sea met the Pacific Ocean.  The vastness of it was
greater than I could have imagined, and I stood there in awe, watching the
giant waves crash on both sides of the promontory that was Cape Reinga.
This northernmost point of New Zealand was, as Kevin had said, a sight not
soon forgotten.

We were spread out, each of us deep in our own thoughts and marveling at the
incredible beauty before us.  Kevin was at the lead and was further ahead,
standing on a rock outcropping, the wind blowing open his shirt and
billowing his hair back off his face.  His stance on that rock was
reminiscent of the cover of a romance novel, the hero standing there
awaiting the heroine.  I was awestruck by the vision of this incredible man
at the particularly incredible place.  Kevin just stood there, his face into
the wind, thinking...what?  About me?  About the end of his show?  About his
wife returning to him?  About his return to Hollywood?  I could only imagine
what was going through his mind.

"He truly is an incredible man.  I can see why you feel about him the way
you do."  Colin had come up from behind me and was standing next to me, also
admiring the figure of the man on the rock.

"That's the way I feel about you, Tom.  I knew it from the moment that I
first met you, that you were a special man.  And I think he feels the same
way about you as well.  He's feeling confused right now. Lost.  He's not
sure about anything because of the impact you have had on him," Colin said,
with much emotion in his voice.

"He loves you too.  But in a different way. He also loves his wife, and the
life that he has, and he knows that cannot change, will not change.  I know
this, Tom.  I saw you two together, I saw that special bond between you.  I
can only hope for the chance to also have that special bond with you."
Colin's voice was cracking a bit, that usual air of confidence no longer
present.

I turned to look at him.  His hazel eyes were watery, and I could see the
emotion in his face, in addition to hearing it in his voice.  That
incredibly blond hair, though short, was being blown by the wind, that
hourglass jaw shimmering in the sunlight, those incredibly white teeth
barely visible, usually readily seen with that Tom Cruise smile, that so
very easy smile of his.

I could see the true feeling that this young man had for me, and something
stirred deep within me, not sexual, but a feeling of longing to be with him,
to get to know him, to understand him better.  Maybe it was a father-son
thing.  Hell, I'm old enough to be his father.

"Colin, I don't know what to say.  I'm usually not at a loss for words, but
I am now.  I can't deny that I have feelings, very strong feelings for
Kevin.  But I also can't deny that I also have feelings for you.  But very
different feelings.  Probably because the two of you are so very different
men, and mean completely different things to me.  Does that make any sense?"
I asked.

"Oddly enough, yes it does," he replied. "I'm just sorry that our time
together is also coming to an end.  I wish you could stay here, I could show
you around North Island."

"That sounds enticing, Colin, but I have got to get back to the States.  I'm
going to have to spend the next day or so burning the midnight oil, getting
this article written.  I've put it off far too long, longer than I am
comfortable with.  I've got to get the photos FedEx'd back to San Francisco,
and still make my travel arrangements back..."

A thought crossed my mind.  It was crazy, probably impossible. "Come back to
the States with me, Colin.  There is nothing to tie you here, there's no
reason you can't come back with me."  I could see the look of interest and
bewilderment in his eyes. "Don't make a decision right now," I said. "Give
it some thought."

"I will," he said softly.

We looked at each other for a moment more, and then moved up further to join
Kevin on the rock on which he was standing.  We stood there for what seemed
like hours before we climbed down and explored the area in closer detail.

We worked up quite an appetite while exploring the area around Cape Reinga.
We decided to return to the horses and ride down to Te Hapua, another small
town in the area, further to the west and on a bay on the Pacific side.  We
rode along trails and broken roads until we reached Te Hapua, and to my
surprise, were met by George, Kevin's caretaker.  Turns out his brother
Geoffrey lived in Te Hapua, and Kevin had called him before we left the
house, to arrange to meet for lunch at Geoffrey's house.

We sat around on the porch of the house, the three of us and George and
Geoffrey, listening to tales from the two older men.  We laughed at their
stories, and were in awe of the details they remembered of the days gone by,
when this area had first been explored and settled.  Geoffrey was even older
than George, 94, as he proudly claimed, though he did not look a day over
65!

We visited with the two gentlemen for hours, all of us talking and listening
to tales that the other had to tell.  Kevin talked of Hollywood and his
upcoming return, I talked of my travels around the world, some of the
articles that I had written, the things that I had done and seen in my
travels.  Colin was enthralled by these stories, and was pretty quiet, until
we encouraged him to talk about his surfing, which he did in great detail.
He told of his trips to some of the finest surfing venues in the South
Pacific, and the competitions that he had participated in.  He became quite
animated by his own stories, and we were just as enthralled as he told them.

The sun began to wane in the western sky, moving over the Tasman Sea, and we
knew that we had to return back to the house.  I told Kevin that I really
had to lock myself away and get my story written, and that he and Colin were
going to be on their own for a bit.  We all thanked our hosts for an
enjoyable afternoon, mounted our horses and prepared to return to the house.

We rode mainly in silence from Te Hapua to Te Kao.  Each of us was
apparently lost in our own thoughts and those thoughts remained unspoken.
The sun was setting over the Tasman Sea and the light was beginning to fail.
As we reached Te Kao, Kevin suggested that we stop there to eat, since he
was not up for cooking; neither Colin nor I were either, so we were all in
agreement.  We found a small, unpretentious restaurant and sat done to eat.
The service was typical Kiwi service, efficient and friendly.  The meals
were excellent, and soon we were back on our horses and heading back to the
house.

It was completely dark as we arrived back at Kevin's house, but the
moonlight had aided us in getting there.  George had told us about the path
that lead from Te Kao to Kevin's house, and it was as easy to find it has
George had said it would be.

We stabled the horses, took off their bridles and saddles, fed and watered
them, and then headed back up to the house.  We were tired but exhilarated
by the day. I was particularly excited by the day, and found the adrenaline
rush that I was feeling just what I needed for what was to come.

I knew that I had no more time to waste, I had a story to write and a
deadline approaching.  I was uncomfortable with being this close to deadline
and having absolutely nothing written to show for it.  The three of us were
sitting on the patio by the pool, and Colin had suggested that we go for a
swim, and started to take his clothes off.

"The two of you go ahead, I have work to do," I said.  "Kevin, I'm going to
take over the caretaker's cottage until I get this article written. I've got
to get this done.  There's a lot of money riding on my getting this
completed and submitted to my editor by Friday."  It was now Monday evening,
I had to write non-stop in order to get the article that I wanted, and still
have time to catch my flight from Auckland back to Los Angeles and then fly
on to San Francisco.

I knew that this was going to be an all-nighter, one of many that I had done
in the past, but this one more crucial than in the past.  I went to Kevin's
bedroom and retrieved my laptop computer, a few things to nibble on from the
refrigerator, and headed toward the caretaker's cottage.  I opened the door
and turned the lights on, and was immediately struck by the comfort of the
small cottage.  Not too small, just the right size for one person taking
care of a property such as this.  There was a desk in the main room and I
set the computer down and got it prepared for the work ahead.  I looked
around briefly, strolled into the small bedroom off the back of the main
room, and noticed the clothing that the three of us had left in the stables
the night before, including Colin's wetsuit.  Everything was neatly arranged
and lying on the bed.  George must have been by and found them in the
stables. Wonder what he had thought about that?

Well, nothing to worry about now.  I returned to the main room and sat down
at the desk and my computer.  This was going to be my home for the next,
what...?  However many hours it was going to take.  I accessed my notes and
outlines, pulled out my portable printer, and set to work.

I could vaguely hear sounds from the main house, and occasionally got up to
stretch my muscles, so that I would not fatigue too quickly.  On one such
stretch, I noticed that Kevin and Colin were sitting on the patio, naked,
talking in earnest.  They were wet, so they must have just gotten out of the
pool.  I smiled at the thought of these two men, each with a different
effect on my life, sitting there and talking to each other, getting to know
each other, as I had gotten to know each of them.

It became quiet and I was aware that Kevin and Colin were no longer at
poolside.  I figured that they had turned in, and returned to my work.   I
continued working into the wee hours of the morning, and around 4:30 decided
to catch a few hours of sleep before resuming my work.  I went into the
small bedroom, set my watch alarm for 7:00am and fell immediately to sleep.

The alarm went off, I rummaged through my luggage and dug out another pair
of nylon gym shorts.  I strolled up to the house, and all was quiet there.
I got the coffee going, made myself something to eat, and quietly strolled
around the house, careful not to wake either of them.  I peaked into Colin's
room, and he was again sprawled out on the bed, on the top of the bedsheets,
face down, those wide shoulders and narrow waist rising and falling in deep
sleep.  God, he had such a beautiful ass, strong and firm.

I walked around to the other side of the house, and peeked in the master
bedroom, but Kevin was not there.  The bed was mussed, it was apparent that
he had slept there.  Had he been by himself?  Had Colin been with him?  I
returned to the kitchen, got my coffee and headed back to the caretaker's
cottage.

As I approached, I heard the clanking of metal, that unmistakable sound of
metal on metal, coming from a room on the side of the stables.  I walked
toward the noise, and discovered the gym that Kevin had added on.  There he
was, in all his glory, in green gym shorts, no shirt, working out with the
free weights.  He saw me standing in the doorway but did not break
concentration until he had put the weights down, then smiled at me, that
smile that was so welcome to see.

"How's it going?" he asked.  "I didn't disturb you, did I?"

"No, not at all," I replied.  "I got up around 7, got a few hours sleep and
then just went up to the house to get some coffee and something to eat.
Gonna have to get back to it shortly, still a lot of work to do."

"I'm going to be here another thirty minutes, perhaps forty-five.  Will that
bother you?" he asked.

"No, not at all, do what you need to do, don't worry about me.  When I'm
typing, nothing else seems to matter, I'm totally involved in what I am
writing."

"That's good," he said.  "I really need to work out, really push myself.
Gonna get one in this morning, and again later this evening."

Kevin was lying on the bench, prepping himself for bench presses.  He had
what appeared to be about 250 pounds or so on the barbell, and laid back to
begin doing his bench routine.  I watched him as he lifted the weights from
the stand, and began to slowly lower the weights to his chest, that
magnificent fur-covered chest, his pecs straining against the metal, moving
in fluid motion up and down, slowly, very controlled, straining the muscles
beyond belief.  "God, he's incredible," I said to myself.

After he had finished his first set, he sat up briefly before starting the
second set.  "He's a wonderful guy, Fox.  Colin.  We talked for quite a
while last night, got to know each other," Kevin said.  "He's like you, not
intimidated by my so-called fame.  Apparently, he had watched us the night
before for quite some time, was incredibly turned on by the sight of us
making love.  We talked about that for a long time, he told me about his
lovers in the past, I told him about how you and I had met, and our first
time together.  I actually found myself sending him some signals that I
wanted him, but he either did not pick up on that, or chose not to.  In any
event, nothing happened between us, Fox."

"Kevin, it's OK, even if something had happened.  Actually, it would have
been fitting, the two men that have such an important influence on my life,
getting together as well.  Now that's something that I would like to see," I
said.

Kevin looked at me, somewhat quizzically, and returned to his bench press.
He did another set, sat up briefly to add some weight, and turned to me.
"You're welcome to join me here, if you'd like."

The thought of working out with Kevin Sorbo was indeed tempting, but I knew
that I had to get this article done.  "Thanks Kevin, I'll pass for now.  May
take you up on it later, though."

I turned to leave as Kevin was getting ready to do another set of bench
presses, with what looked to be around 300 pounds.  I briefly paused to
watch him, those incredible muscles straining against the weights, the
fluidity of the motion making it seem effortless on his part.

I went back into the caretaker's cottage and immersed myself anew into my
writing.  I was making progress, sorting through all the notes and outline
that I had previously made.  I developed my characteristic flow and began to
relax, letting the words come to me with ease, not straining or searching
for just the right word.  I knew deep down that I was going to make my
deadline, I just had to continue with my concentration and focus completely
on the article.

I was so involved in my writing that it did not occur to me to stop to eat,
or do much other than take a break every now and then to stretch.  I was
slightly aware of sounds outside, the sounds of the two men again at the
pool, the sounds of the horses in the pasture, the sounds of the weights in
the gym again.  God, I would love to take a break and join Kevin, but I knew
I could not.

I had been working pretty much non-stop for more than 24 hours, and still
had more writing to do, fine tuning, getting a synch established between the
article I was writing that the pictures that were to accompany it. I knew
that this was primarily an editor's job, but I liked to present a completed
piece, giving the editor very little to have to worry about.

I decided I would take a short break that evening, and joined Kevin and
Colin for dinner.  Colin had cooked, at his insistence, and the meal was
wonderful.  I could tell that the two of them were getting along fine,
without me around, and I had a sense of pride and satisfaction about that.

I returned to my writing after dinner, again pretty much oblivious to the
noises around me.  I knew that I was nearing the end, that the polish just
needed to be put on the article.  I actually finished it that night, but
wanted to get a fresh start on fine-tuning it the following morning.  I
decided to give myself the full night and get a decent night's sleep, as I
found myself mentally exhausted.  I looked up at the house and all was quiet
there.  I wondered what they were up to, but I was too tired to find out.  I
climbed into bed, and immediately fell asleep, noting as I was drifting off
that I had to get up early again the following morning.

I awoke the next day to the sounds of metal on metal again, and the muffled
sounds of voices.  There were two voices, so I knew that Colin was there
working out with Kevin.  God, what a sight that must be, to see these
completely opposite, yet muscular men, pushing their bodies to the limit.  I
got out of bed and put the same nylon gym shorts on that I had been wearing
for the past day.  I didn't even leave the cottage to get coffee this
morning, I just wanted to get the article done, polished up, and spell
checked, and be done with it.  I knew it would not take me long.

In just over forty-five minutes it was done.  I breathed a sigh of relief
that it was complete, saved the final copy to the hard disk, and made two
duplicate copies to removable disks.  I usually would dial in to my home
computer and transfer the finished document to it, but there was no phone
jack in the caretaker's cottage.  Indeed, it was then that it dawned on me
that there was no phone in the house either.

I powered down the laptop, closed it up and put it away, and started around
to the gym to re-join Kevin and Colin.  It had become quiet in the gym, and
I figured that they were perhaps between sets.  I was wrong.

As I walked in, I saw Colin lying on the bench on his back, his legs and
feet up in the air, and Kevin standing over him, his giant cock moving in
and out of Colin's velvet hole.  They were very much in tune with each
other, and were not immediately aware of my presence there.  Colin was
moaning lightly, Kevin was thrusting his nine-incher deep inside Colin,
lifting Colin's ass with each thrust.  The look of intense pleasure on
Kevin's face was what I wanted to see, and I smiled at the vision of these
two men, these two very different men, together. In one motion I removed my
gym shorts and headed over to join them.

They both saw me at the same time, and both of them smiled in
acknowledgement of my presence.  They both knew that the article was done
and I was back among them.  I dropped down beside Colin and began to suck
his cock, as Kevin continued to ram his dick deep inside of him.  Both men
were in their own world, experiencing new sensations for both of them.

Kevin was plowing Colin's ass more rapidly now, and I knew that it would not
be long before he shot his load. I moved down to Colin's ass and began to
lick around his hole, the area I could reach with my tongue as Kevin
continued his thrusting.  Kevin pulled out more, giving me additional room
to access that tight hole.  Colin was going crazy, the sensation of that
huge veiny cock pummeling him, and simultaneously, my tongue darting around
and in and out with Kevin's strokes.  The sight and sensation of my talented
tongue was too much for both of them, and I could feel the heat rising from
Kevin's throbbing member, knowing full well that he was about to cum. At the
same moment, I heard Colin's moans intensify into a continuous wail, and
knew that he was coming as well.

Kevin's first spurt of jism entered Colin, and the force of his thrusts into
Colin moved him further back on the weight bench.  Kevin was pumping
furiously into Colin, and Colin continued to wail as his first spurt shot
from his cock and hit him squarely in the face. I moved up to catch the
second spurt in my mouth, encircling his cock with my velvet mouth, letting
my teeth barely scratch along his wondrous cock.  The feeling of my mouth on
his cock seemed to intensify his pleasure that much more and his second
spurt seemed to be more forceful than the first.  I took his cock deep
inside my mouth as he continued to spurt his hot jism.

Kevin too was shooting a load deep inside of Colin, but in such quantity
that it began to dribble out of Colin's hole.  I saw this and moved my head
around to get to that lovejuice, not wanting it to go to waste.  My tongue
continued to lap at Colin's hole, sucking up every last drop that dribbled
out.  Kevin continued to ram his cock deep within Colin, and I was beginning
to wonder if he would ever stop, so that I could suck him dry as well.

Kevin finally did stop, but remained deep within Colin's hole.  Both men
were breathing heavily, the sweat pouring down off Kevin's body onto Colin's
as well as on to my head.  I had sucked Colin dry, and got up and moved
around behind Kevin, my cock up against his hairy ass as I reached around
him and began to play with his hairy chest and nipples.  His nipples were
rock hard, and peeking through his chest hair, and he gave a little shudder
as I rolled them between my fingers.  I knew that this would drive him wild,
and his knees began to buckle a bit as I continued my own foreplay.  This
was just the beginning for me.

The two men continued to breathe heavily, and I knew that they wanted to
catch their breath before we continued.  And continue, we would.  I did not
want to be left out of this, and had my own ideas.

I moved away from Kevin's body and rearranged a few mats on the floor.  I
silently signaled for both men to move to the mats, which they did.  We all
were lying on the mats, and I wanted to give them some time to recuperate.
I knew that it would not take long, particularly with Colin; he always
seemed to be ready.

I motioned for Colin to lie on his back, and as he did so, I began to
massage the front of his body, starting at his hairless chest and those
well-formed pecs, and on down to his eight-pack.  He had not shaved his body
over the past several days, and his hair was beginning to grow back.  This
turned me on, the thought of this bare chest covered once again in a forest
of blond hair, and I intensified my massage.  Kevin was watching in
approval, admiring the body beneath me.

I reached Colin's cock, which was flaccid but I knew, in no time, would be
rigid again.  I teased my way down to it, sucking lightly on the head,
running my tongue along the veiny bottom, flicking my tongue on the head.
Colin squirmed his hips and I knew that what I was doing was having the
reaction I had hoped for.  His cock started growing again, that beautiful
7-inch cock, not too big, not too small, just the right size.  I began
massaging his cock with my hand, and at the same time, signaled for Kevin to
come closer to where I was kneeling beside Colin.

As Kevin moved closer, I took his semi-rigid cock in my mouth and started
sucking him as well, in a slightly different manner than the way I sucked
Colin.  Kevin liked it when I was a bit more forceful, so forceful I was,
until he started getting hard again.  I pulled him down to the mat beside
Colin, on his stomach, and had him lie there as I straddled his ass and
massaged his back.  He began to stretch his body out, and wiggled his ass,
partly in encouragement to me, and partly to find a comfortable position for
the raging hard-on he was getting again.  Through all of this, Colin watched
through dreamy eyes, not missing a thing.

I moved myself down to where my face was at Kevin's ass, and began to lick
his velvet hole.  I'd never done that to him, and he raised his ass up to
meet my face.  I knew that this was turning him on like crazy, and continued
until his ass was covered in my saliva.  I stuck the fingers of one hand up
Kevin's ass as I started jerking Colin's hot cock.  This was an incredible
turn on for all of us, but just a prelude of what was to come.

I took some of my saliva in my hand and massaged my own velvet hole, and in
one movement, I shifted myself until I was positioned over Colin's rock hard
member.  I lowered myself backward onto his cock, with my cock facing away
from him,  thrusting it up inside of me all the way.  The pain was
excruciating at first, since I was not totally prepared, but the pain
rapidly gave way to pleasure as I moved around to get him comfortably inside
of me.  At the same time, Colin yelped in surprise and alarm, and then
realised what I was doing, shifted his hips up to meet me.

Kevin continued to lie there, his head turned so that he could watch what
was going on.  A smile came to his face as he watched.  I pulled on Kevin's
hand, signaling him to move around in front of me, between Colin's legs.  He
sensed what I had in mind, and had a puzzled look on his face, but
wordlessly, I encouraged him to get in position.

While astride Colin's cock, I spread my legs as wide apart as I could,
keeping my feet on the floor for leverage and movement.  I told Kevin to get
on all fours, with his ass toward me, and then instructed him to sit back on
my own raging hard-on.  I really did not know if this was going to work, but
I sure as hell wanted to give it a try.  I wanted to fuck Kevin, while being
fucked by Colin.  Kevin sat back, and eased his manhole over my throbbing
cock, tentatively at first, then moving further back, until I was completely
inside of him as well.

This was incredible, me solidly atop Colin, his cock deep inside me, and
Kevin solidly atop me, facing away from me as well, my cock deep within him.
  I started a slight rocking motion, back and forth, not a thrust but just a
rocking motion.  Kevin felt what I was trying to do, and started rocking
with me.  Additionally, Colin began to rock and thrust his hips up as I
rocked back and forth on him.  I had never felt anything like it, to have
one man's cock inside of me as I had my own cock inside another man.  Colin
started to moan a bit, and Kevin squirmed his ass around, to adjust to me
being inside of him, as well as to stimulate my cock.

We continued this rocking motion, speeding up and slowing down, speeding up
and slowing down.  Kevin took the weight of his powerful body off of mine,
using his muscular legs to sort of balance in a squat over my cock.  He
began to thrust slightly up and down, and Colin, sensing this did the same
thing.  Both men were thrusting and I began a thrusting motion opposite
Kevin's pulling slightly in and out, while riding Colin's cock.  I was
delirious with the sensation that this created, my head spinning as Colin
was thrusting into me, and me into Kevin.  I could feel the fire burning
inside of me, and it would not take much more for me to cum.

Kevin must have sensed this, as he rode my cock with a bit more fury,
bouncing up and down, my hot member thrusting in to his velvet hole.  At the
same time, I increased my up and down and rocking motion on Colin's cock,
and he began to wail, his trademark signal that he was about to cum.  I felt
the first spurt of his hot cock deep inside of me, the contractions of his
dick pressing on my prostate, and causing a fire to burn deep within me.  I
was not quite ready to cum, but knew that I could not hold back much longer,
as Kevin continued to ride me, and I continued to pummel his tight hole.

Suddenly I was shuddering with the feeling of my own orgasm, deep inside of
Kevin, the first spurt more powerful than others that I had previously had.
I again felt like I was going to pass out, the sensation being that strong.
Kevin continued to ride me, and slightly arched his back as he did so.  For
the first time, I noticed that Kevin was jerking off as he was riding me,
and he was not far behind.  My jism was coming in buckets, and it was
dribbling down my cock and onto my balls and the mat below me.  I felt
Kevin's asshole tighten even more around my cock and sensed the first shot
of his own jism.  He continued to ride and jerk until he was completely
spent, and fell forward onto his hands and knees, his ass releasing it's
grip on my cock, his breathing long and heavy.  I slowly pulled myself up
and off of Colin, and moved toward Kevin, to get underneath him, as he was
on all fours.  I didn't want any of that manjuice to go unappreciated.  I
slid between his legs on my back, my head and face just underneath his cock,
and took that still rock-hard member into my mouth and continued to suck him
dry.  He let out a long moan as a second wave of orgasm hit him, shooting
still more hot cum down my throat.  I felt a motion between my legs and
Colin was moving my legs up and back so that he could re-enter me.  I spread
my legs willingly, wanting to feel him deep inside me again.  I continued to
suck Kevin, while underneath him, all the while being fucked again by Colin,
who was still rock hard, and building to yet another climax.  I couldn't
believe the stamina he had, he beginning his moan, it changing to a wail
again.  I could feel his body tense once more as he shot yet another load
into me, this not as forceful as before, but another load nonetheless.  He
continued to pummel my burning ass, riding me again for all he could.  At
last he was completely spent, and he fell backward on the mat, stretching
his body out behind me.

Kevin sat up, with me still between his legs, he straddling my face, with
his cock still in my welcoming mouth.  He moved backward a bit to make it a
little easier for me to suck him, his eyes closed, his breathing heavy,
buckets of sweat pouring from his body.  I looked up in admiration at that
incredible man above me, and my eyes began to water.  I fought back the
tears as I sucked the last possible drop of jism from his cock, and then
released my mouth grip, and moved over to be beside Colin.  Kevin then moved
his body over next to mine, and the three of us laid there, totally spent.
Not a word was spoken between us; nothing needed to be said.

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The time had come for me to leave.  That deadline was fast approaching and I
had to be back in San Francisco. I was going to lose time flying back across
the International Dateline and I did not want to press my luck.  This
particular editor and I were old friends, and had worked together many
times, but she was also cutthroat and when deadlines were not met, she
showed no mercy.

Kevin was very quiet that morning.  It was very early, and I had to get to
back to Auckland to catch my flight.  Kevin had his cell phone with him, so
I had made my travel arrangements the night before.  My return flight was
open-ended, I just needed to confirm the departure time.

Colin said nothing, sensing that I needed to spend some time alone with
Kevin.  He went out and walked along the beach.  We had agreed that it made
more sense for Colin to drive me to the airport, Kevin to stay at the house,
and Colin to return the CamperVan to Wellington.  This was not exactly the
ending I had hoped for, but was the best we could work out under the
circumstances.

I walked in to the kitchen where Kevin was standing, looking out the door on
to the patio and pool area.  He turned around and looked at me, those eyes,
those penetrating blue eyes reaching in to my very soul, reading my every
thought.  I matched his gaze with my burning emerald green eyes, conveying
to him my every thought and feeling, the essence of my being.  I put my hand
on his cheek, and brushed it back through that chestnut brown hair, and
kissed him gently on the lips, the touch of our mouths completely electric.
Not a word was spoken between us; indeed I did not know what to say.  I knew
I was not going to say goodbye, and nothing else seemed appropriate.  He
knew what my feelings were for him, and I knew his feelings for me.  Nothing
would ever change that, but our individual lives had to continue.  There
would be no more life with the two of us together.  We both understood this,
and we both accepted this.  It still did not make this any easier.

I turned around and walked to the front door, tears welling up in my eyes.
Kevin remained in the rear doorway in the kitchen, completely motionless.  I
reached down and picked up my luggage and started out the door.

"Fox," Kevin said ever so softly.  I stopped in my tracks.  "Thank you."

"No, Sorbo.  Thank you." I said, my voice breaking with emotion.

I hurried out the door with my luggage and went directly to the CamperVan.
Colin had been standing on a dune in front of the house, just waiting for me
to come out.  As he saw me approach, he climbed down off the dune and
reached the CamperVan at the same time I did.  He opened the side door and I
put my luggage in there, and then climbed into the front seat of the
CamperVan.  Colin went around to the driver's side, fired up the diesel, let
it idle for just a moment, then shifted into gear.  We were on our way back
to Auckland.

The drive was uneventful and for the most part, quiet.  We made some small
talk, to pass the time and alleviate some of the awkwardness.  We got back
into Auckland in good time, and immediately went to the airport, arriving
there with about seventy-five minutes to spare.  Colin walked with me to the
gate after I had checked my luggage.  Again, we were silent while walking
down the concourse to the boarding gate.  We arrived there, and sat for a
few minutes, but I knew it would only be a short time, since I still had to
clear customs.  The departure was announced, and I turned to Colin and said
"Come to Los Angeles with me. I need you right now."

He turned to me, his eyes watery, and said, "No, right now you don't need
me.  You need to be alone.  I'll come to the States when you want me.  My
passport is ready, and I have nothing to hold me here.  Call me when you get
in."  Colin extended his hand to me, and I grasped it firmly, matching his
firm grasp.  "It's been a pleasure, Mr. Fox.  Thank you."

"No, Colin.  Thank you."

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The Legendary Journey has come to an end.  This has been a journey not with
the character portrayed, but with the man.  This work of fiction is just
that, a work of fiction, and has absolutely no basis in fact.  The sexual
preference of the celebrity in this story is total and complete fantasy.

The story of Tom Fox and Colin McDermott will continue.  Look under Adult
Relationships for future stories.

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