Date: Fri, 29 Oct 1999 01:49:55 GMT From: tom fox Subject: The Legendary Journey Part I (updated copy) THE LEGENDARY JOURNEY Part I - by Tom Fox This fantasy story is completely fictional. If you are offended by stories of male/male physical relationships, do not read this story. The sexual preferences of the celebrity mentioned in this story is total fantasy and has no basis in fact. This is my first attempt at a fictional story like this, and comments and feedback for Part II and maybe Part III will be appreciated. Send email responses to tfox2099@hotmail.com Chapter 1 God, I hate airports. I hate these long flights. I hate having to stay up all night. Oh, well. Guess I will make the best of it. I was in the VIP lounge at LAX awaiting my flight to New Zealand. This was my latest assignment, a photographic shoot and story about RV Travel in New Zealand. I'm a freelance photographer and writer, and I had been hired by a major magazine to produce a feature for them. But that meant the long flight, the dreaded red-eye to Auckland. At least the money was good. I sat with my back to the entrance to the lounge, facing the tarmac so that I could occasionally see the planes landing and taking off. I glanced up from my book, but saw that there was no activity on the runway, so I sighed, and returned to reading the same page I had just read for the third time. I finally was getting back into the novel when I heard a bit of commotion behind me. I ignored it, thinking it was just some run-of-the-mill millionaire and his entourage, and became totally absorbed in my book. I was aware that there was some movement going on around me, and heard that familiar click coming from two, three, no, five cameras behind me. "Famous millionaire", I thought to myself, and once again returned to my book. Two chapters later, I noticed the quiet and that the clicking had stopped. When? I don't know, it had been such a familiar sound that I just tuned it out and it did not register that it had stopped. No more photos, no more commotion. All was quiet. There were only a few of us in the lounge awaiting our flight. I had not really paid much attention to my fellow passengers. I briefly looked up from my book, and noted the man about to sit down, diagonally across from me. I had not seen him when I first entered the lounge, so I surmised that he must have been the subject of the brief commotion earlier. I looked up from my book a bit longer and noticed that he was tall, about 6 foot 3, must have been around 200 pounds. He had beautiful long chestnut brown hair. He was wearing a khaki shirt, a pair of well-worn jeans and boots. He was carrying what appeared to be a manuscript. I caught myself staring at him, and immediately looked back down at my book. "Where have I seen him?", I asked myself. He looked vaguely familiar but I just could not place where I knew him. "Oh well." I said to myself and returned to my book. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Air New Zealand Flight 5 to Auckland now boarding." Great, those were the words I had been waiting to hear. There were some advantages to freelancing-I could name my price and conditions of employment. I always insisted on first class seating when travelling, and tonight was no exception. I picked up my portfolio, my book, and my carry-on camera bag and headed toward the gate. I noticed that there were indeed only 6 of us on this flight, at least in first class. The familiar stranger was still seated as I presented my ticket to the gate attendant, and headed down the ramp and into the plane. I gave my carry-on to the flight attendant to place in a storage bin and put my portfolio on the side of my seat, next to the bulkhead of the aircraft. I had a window seat, always a window seat. I looked around,to get acquainted with my surroundings, see where the head was, where the light and air controls were, and settled in to my seat. "Comfortable." I said to myself. Leather is the only way to fly. So nice and warm and comfortable on these god-awful long flights. I leaned back in the seat, my head against the headrest, and closed my eyes, counting down the minutes until I would feel that faint movement, then more forceful movement as the great behemoth of an aircraft began it's Trans-Pacific journey. It seemed like an eternity had passed, and still no movement. I knew that all of the first-class passengers had boarded, and surely there could not be that many people in coach that would cause this long a delay. Then I heard that familiar sound of the engines beginning to raise their tone in a slow crescendo, and I knew it would not be long before we were moving and then airborne. I became aware of a person sitting next to me in the aisle seat. I was vaguely annoyed, since I had hoped to have the seats to myself, since there were so few people on board. I opened my left eye, just a squint, and noted that there were several more people coming on board into first-class. "Oh, great. Upgrades." I said to myself. Apparently, either some business folk had decided to upgrade to first class, or there had been some late arrivals. I opened both my eyes, and looked up to see the last of these newcomers finding a seat. "Well, we should be moving soon", I said, partly to myself and partly out loud. "Pardon?" the person next to me said. It was then that I actually realized that I did have someone sitting next to me. I looked over and was amazed to see that it was the familiar stranger, the man with the beautiful long chestnut brown hair, sitting next to me. "The plane. Should be moving soon. Sorry, didn't realize someone was sitting next to me." I said. "No worries. I boarded at the last minute. I'm probably one of the reasons for the delay. Occupational hazard, I guess", the stranger said. "Oh." I said, not really knowing what to say, or what he meant. "I'm Tom, by the way. Guess we will be spending some time together for the next 14 hours." "Hello, Tom. I'm Kevin", the stranger said. Chapter 2 Kevin, Kevin. Why did that name ring a bell, why was that face, that chiseled face, so familiar? I was racking my brain, trying to remember where I had seen that face, where I had heard that name. Then it dawned on me. "Late 1980's", I said. "1988 or 1989 maybe, Santa Barbara. You were in a play at the Santa Barbara Theatre. Not a lead role, it was a supporting role, the `handsome cad'." I said. "If I recall right, the notices for the play were terrible, but you came out of it fairly unscathed, with some pretty good reviews." The familiar stranger looked at me in amazement. His deep blue eyes were penetrating as he looked at me, wondering what sort of game I was playing. "How did you know that?" he asked. "That was an obscure play, and a one-time performance." I reached down for my portfolio and opened it up. It was not a large portfolio, but one that I had personally designed for travel. I thumbed through several of the back pages and found some old photos that I had taken. There was a picture of the familiar stranger. Naturally, he was a bit younger, the hair quite a bit shorter, but that look, those features, those eyes were all too familiar. "How did you get that picture? What are you doing with it?", Kevin asked. There was a bit of tension in his voice, and just a hint of menace. "I was the photographer who took this picture. It was for the playbill for the play you were in. Of course, the playbill picture was much smaller than this one." I said. The sense of relief that came across Kevin's face was overwhelming. He immediately relaxed, let out a light puff of air, looked up briefly, and then began to laugh. It was a small laugh at first, but grew a bit in intensity and volume. After he caught his breath, Kevin looked over at me and said "Please forgive me, I had forgotten about that play and that picture. I thought you were just another crazed fan that had these collections of pictures of me." I sensed his total relief and tried to make him feel more comfortable. "Nope, not a weirdo. Just a photographer, trying to make a living. You probably don't remember me. I did that photo of you with the other cast members, and there was something about your presence that told me I should keep that photo in my portfolio. I read the review of the play and remember thinking that this kid was gonna go places. I remember having seen you in some commercials and print ads. There was a while there, that you were doing a lot of commercials, and then you stopped. What happened, if you don't mind my asking? Did you go back to the theatre? Do some work in New York? Kevin looked at me, again in amazement. He stared at me for what seemed like an eternity, those penetrating blue eyes searching, searching, and trying to read my mind. Then very carefully, very candidly, he said "You really don't know who I am, do you? What a relief to finally talk to someone who doesn't know who I am." I had to ask, "OK, who are you? I know your name is Kevin. I just don't remember your last name. Kevin Who?" "Kevin Sorbo", he said. Chapter 3 "You know. Hercules? The Legendary Journeys? Television? That's me", he said. "Sorry, Kevin. Don't get to watch that much TV any more. Job keeps me pretty busy, I frequently work at all hours of the day and night." I said. Kevin was still in amazement that he had not only met someone from his past, someone he did not remember, but also that I did not know who he was or what he did. This fact seemed to relax him even more. We started talking, just small talk at first, then about things, many things, much more in-depth. He told me about living in Auckland, about the television series, his contract egotiations, about his life there and his wife Sam, who was still in Los Angeles working an a project. I told him about my travels and work, the variety of pictures that I had taken, and my current assignment. He asked if he could look at my portfolio, since he had an interest in photography. I opened it up and begin to tell him some of the stories behind the photos. There were the usual travel photos, scenery shots. There were some architectural photos of famous and obscure buildings. There were some pictures of male nudes, most in black and white. He spent some time looking at all of the pictures, studying them, the composition, the lighting, everything about them. "You're good", he said. "Really good. These pictures are amazing. I particularly liked the architectural ones. I have an interest in architecture." He continued to study the pictures for quite a while. We continued to talk for the entire flight, with only brief pauses of silence. I usually don't get into conversations with other passengers when I am travelling, but there was something about Kevin Sorbo that put me immediately at ease. And I could tell he was very much at ease with me. The flight to Auckland was pretty much uneventful. The plane was dark and quiet, our conversations were in somewhat hushed tones so as to not disturb other passengers. We encountered just a bit of turbulence as we approached New Zealand and the Captain turned on the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign. As I was reaching for part of my lapstrap, my hand inadvertently grasped Kevin's upper leg. I started to pull my hand away, embarrassed about what had happened, when he reached down and touched my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel his limp cock through the jeans and rubbed it ever so slightly. I looked over at him, and he had this intriguing smile on his face. I reluctantly pulled my hand back, fastened my lapstrap, and prepared for landing in Auckland. Chapter 4 The plane landed in Auckland and the passengers began to disembark. We naturally had to go through Customs, which I was hoping would go rather quickly. I just wanted to get to my hotel room and crash, so I could adjust to the time change. I was so tired, and I couldn't even recall what time it was, or was supposed to be. All I knew was my biological clock was really screwed up. I was behind Kevin as we went through customs. "Nice ass", I said to myself. Everything proceeded without incident, and we then went to the luggage carousel to reclaim our check-in baggage. I was struck by the fact that, here was this actor, this TV and movie star, and he was so down-to-earth. No entourage, no assistant to take care of such mundane things as retrieving luggage. I got my bag and was looking around for the taxi stand to go in to the city. "Nice talking to you, Kevin. It was a great flight, nice to have someone to talk to on these long flights. Best of luck to you with your series and the season this year." Kevin looked at me for a moment, those blue eyes so intense, so penetrating. "Tom, how about if you stay at my house while you are here?", he said hesitantly. "I was planning to read this script on the flight over, but of course didn't get to it. There is no one at home, and I might need some help running my lines. Sam usually does that, when she is home. I have to get the major portion of this script memorized in 2 days, before filming starts, and I do a lot better if I have someone to run the lines with me. Besides, I've enjoyed your company and our conversation, and why should you have to stay alone in a strange hotel? You're welcome to stay at my house. How long did you say you would be here? A week-10 days?" I looked at Kevin for a moment, and said "OK, thanks for the offer. I'll take you up on it. I hate hotel rooms, they are always so,so..uninviting. It always takes me a few days to adjust to them." We grabbed a cab and headed to Kevin's home on the outskirts of Auckland. It was a comfortable looking house, fairly good sized. We went inside, and Kevin briefly showed me around. It was a very comfortable house, not at all ostentatious, with lots of Kevin and lots of Sam present in the decor. Kevin's tour of the house included the master bedroom and he particularly wanted to show off the bathroom. It was something! The shower was huge, and was very open. It had a rock wall on one side, with plants growing everywhere, like a jungle. and the shower was actually a waterfall. I had never seen anything like it. "I designed it myself," Kevin said. "I saw this in an architectural magazine and knew that one day, if I had enough money, I was going to have a shower like this. Well, I do have enough money, and now I have my shower." He smiled, and that intense gaze from those blue eyes hit me again. "You must be tired after that flight", he said. "I know I am. The guestroom is just down the hall, the first door on the right. Make yourself comfortable. Feel free to use the kitchen, don't know what's in the fridge, but you are welcome to anything there. Just make yourself at home." I went to the guestroom, put my bags down, took off my clothes, and immediately pulled back the covers and climbed in to bed. The exhaustion of the flight had finally caught up with me, and I fell immediately asleep. I awoke after sleeping for what seemed like 10 hours, but in fact was only 6. I got out of bed, put on a pair of gym shorts and looked around. I looked at myself in the mirror at the dresser. I looked pretty ragged. I'm 5ft 10in tall and weigh just around 185 pounds. My blond hair was a mess. I looked at myself pretty critically. Not bad, I thought to myself. I'm glad I trimmed my beard before I left on this trip, otherwise I would have been a lot more ragged. I'm in pretty good shape, good muscle definition in the upper body, no chest or ab hair, my four-pack lightly showing. Still working on a six-pack, but I probably would not have much time to work out while on this trip. I walked out of the bedroom and headed for the kitchen. There was a pot of coffee on, so I grabbed a cup, and strolled around the house. It was quiet, and there was no sign of Kevin. "Well, he said to make myself at home", I said to myself, so I looked around the house in more detail. I went outside and noted that there was a good sized pool in the rear of the house and what looked like a carriage house toward the back of the yard. I walked toward the carriage house, and as I approached, I could hear the clanking of metal. The door was open, and I looked in to see what was causing that sound. There was Kevin in a fully complete and functional gym. He was working out with a weight set, and I could tell he was really pushing himself. I stood there at the corner of the doorway, not wanting to disturb him, just watching him work out. He was wearing only a pair of black gym shorts. The sweat was pouring off his body. His muscles were straining against the iron. His pecs were huge and the brown hair across them was matted from the sweat. His biceps and triceps were bulging, and I saw that six-pack of his straining and relaxing, straining and relaxing, with every move. He was fully concentrating on what he was doing and was totally unaware of my presence. I felt a stirring in my groin as I watched this magnificent man working with those weights. "God, what I wouldn't give to have a body like that", I thought to myself. "Wonder what that body feels like?" My cock started to grow and was tenting out my gym shorts. I became self-conscious about watching Kevin and getting a hard-on, and immediately backed away. I went back into the house and checked out the rest of the house, giving my cock a chance to return to normal. I decided to go and clean up a bit, take a shower and wash my hair. I looked at the guest bathroom, but decided to try the bathroom in the master suite. That shower looked so inviting. I went in to the bathroom, opened the glass door to the shower area, and found the water control knobs along one wall. I turned them on, and a cascade of water started trickling down the waterfall, and then increased in volume until it truly did become a waterfall shower. I stood under the waterfall for what seemed like an hour, just letting the water hit my hair, my head, and run down my body. This shower room was very large, much larger than most walk-in closets. I saw a button marked STEAM, and pushed it, and immediately, a cloud of steam started filling up the shower room. "This is great!" I said aloud. "Glad you like it", Kevin said. I quickly turned around, and saw Kevin standing in the doorway to the shower. He was completely naked, and the sweat from his workout was still glistening on that magnificent body. His limp cock was beginning to twitch, just ever so slightly, as he walked over to where I was standing. I still had a bit of soap on me, and Kevin reached for a loofah and began to rub it along my back. I couldn't belief this was happening to me. Here was this macho man, this star, this regular Joe, scrubbing my back. I sort of arched my back like a cat, enticing him to move lower down my back toward my ass. I turned around to tell him thanks, and gasped at what I saw. His cock had grown, and was proudly expanded to its full nine inches. Not the biggest cock in the world, but bigger than my average 6 inches, to be sure. "Now me", he said, and turned around exposing that incredible back to me. I grabbed the loofah and began to scrub his back, moving down those muscular traps to his amazing lats, and on down to the small of his back. I worked my way on down across his muscular ass, on down his legs and calves, massaging those incredible muscles. I knew that they were probably tight from his workout, so I was doing everything to relax those muscles. And as I massaged, I felt his muscles begin to relax. All but one. I went around to Kevin's front and there, staring me in the eye was that magnificent cock, achingly hard and pointing toward the waterfall. Kevin's eyes were closed as the water cascaded down on his head and on down his body. I started massaging the front of his legs along the shins, and worked my way up his body. I deliberately avoided that rigid cock, and continued around his obliques and abs, and up to those magnificent pecs. While I had been with guys before, most of them were hairless on their chests, and this was a new experience for me. I continued to rub my hands across his chest, playing with his nipples, taking them between my thumb and forefinger and massaging each of them, caressing the pec muscles, running my fingers through his chest hair. Kevin was in ecstasy, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open, the water streaming down that beautiful long hair. I continued my odyssey on up his body, massaging the front of his traps, and then down each arm, across the biceps and triceps. I had completed a circle of his body, massaging each group of muscles. I dropped back to my knees and knew what I had to do, what I wanted to do, what he wanted me to do. I took that nine-inch rod in my mouth, slowly, circling the head of his cock with my lips and tongue. I flicked my tongue across the top of his cock, that sensitive spot that drives me wild. It did the same thing for him. Kevin let out a slight whimper, and I could feel his knees buckle ever so slightly. I continued taking more of that beautiful cock into my mouth, swallowing each inch slowly, slowly, until I had the whole thing in my mouth. I couldn't believe that I had been able to take it all in. Kevin's cock was not overly thick, just the right size to create the perfect mouthful. And that it was! I loved the taste of him, that slightly salty taste that is present from the sweat of his workout. I could taste the pre-cum in my mouth, and heard him begin to moan ever so quietly. I started to bob my head up and down, up and down, on that magnificent, glistening cock. Faster and faster I bobbed my head, my teeth very lightly scratching along his cock skin, my lips alternately tight around his cock, then loose, tight then loose. I continued doing this for what seemed like an eternity. We developed a rhythm, my head bobbing up and down, his pelvis beginning to thrust back and forth, back and forth. Kevin began fucking my face, and we were both enjoying the experience that we were sharing. I couldn't believe that I was giving Kevin Sorbo a blowjob that he was not soon to forget. I was trying with all my might to make this a most memorable experience for Kevin. Kevin started bucking back and forth faster, and faster, and I increased my up and down rhythm on that wonderful cock. I would speed up and then slow down, speed up and slow down, while he continued to increase his speed. "Oh yeah, suck me, suck my cock. Oh, that feels so good.", he moaned. I knew that it was just a matter of time before he would have to let go, he would not be able to hold it back much longer. His cock stiffened even more, if that is possible, and I felt the veins along the bottom of his cock begin to bulge. "OH GOD, I'm gonna cum..", he said. I felt the first spurt against the back of my throat, and then another one, and another one. I swallowed like a man possessed, determined to take in every drop I could. Some of his cum dribbled out of the corner of my mouth, there was so much of it. He continued to spurt several more times, and then began to slow down. Kevin was still fucking my face, rocking back and forth. I let him do all the work, since I wanted to focus on swallowing all of that sweet-salty jism. Kevin started to slow down his hip thrusts, until he was just sort of rocking back and forth. All the while, the water from that waterfall cascaded down on both of us. I kept his cock in my mouth, not wanting the moment to end. He finally stopped rocking and looked down at me, still on my knees, and still with his cock in my mouth. He put his hands on my head, moved them down my face to just under my chin. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and then put his hands in my armpits and started to lift me up off my knees, until I was standing face-to-face with him. Actually face-to-neck, since he was a bit taller than me. He bent down, and gave me a very hard kiss, something that I had not expected. I still had some of his jism in my mouth, savoring the taste of it, and some of it escaped my mouth when we kissed. It was just one kiss, and then he turned away to get the loofah, so that we could continue washing. We finished washing under that wonderful waterfall, then stepped out of the shower. Not a word was spoken between us, just an occasional glance at each other, and from him a smile, that smile that can melt the heart. I walked naked down to the guestroom with my gym shorts in hand, and put on another pair of shorts and a tank top. I walked down to the kitchen where Kevin was making a sandwich. Apparently, he had worked up an appetite. "Want one?" he asked. "Sure", I said. "I'm famished." I'll bet", he said. There was some silence for a minute or so, an awkward silence. Neither of us knew what to say. Finally, Kevin broke the silence. "I don't normally do that, you know. It has been a very, very long time since I have had a guy do that to me." "I kind of figured that", I said. "Not to worry, Kevin. This goes no further. Ever. I don't work for a tabloid, and I am not in the habit of giving super- heroes a blowjob." We both laughed, sort of nervously at first, then a bit more comfortably. We ate our sandwiches, had a beer to wash it down, and then just looked at each other. "What are your plans, Tom? You said you were here to write an article, on RV travel?" Kevin asked. "Yep, I fly to Christchurch early tomorrow morning, where I'm supposed to meet my temporary assistant, a local from Dunedin. We're going to drive on down to Invercargill and rent a motor home there, and begin our sojourn back up South Island, spending a lot of time in the Southern Alps, and then catch the steamer ferry from Picton back to Wellington. We drop off the motor home in Wellington, and then I'm supposed to take the train back to Auckland. Not the most interesting trip to write about, but I think it should be fun. I've never been to South Island, although I have done a previous article on North Island. There are a lot of readers of this magazine I am writing for, and they wanted something different. Guess they will definitely get that!", I said. Kevin continued to gaze at me, those eyes, those incredible blue eyes penetrating my soul. "So when you get back to Auckland, I hope you'll plan on coming back here to the house. I'm going to be spending a lot of time at the studio over the next five to seven days, depending on how filming goes. Then I will have a short break before we go into full production. Sam won't be coming down until late next month. Maybe we could take a run up to Ninety Mile Beach. It's incredible up there." I returned his gaze, searching those eyes, my emerald green eyes matching his incredible blue eyes in intensity. "I'd like that, Kevin. I left my return to the States open ended, so I am not on a strict timetable to get back to L.A." I said. "We were planning to take about 7 days to cover South Island, may need to extend that by a day or so, depending on how the travel goes. Motor homes can sometimes be a problem. That's why the magazine hired a local as my assistant, to deal with any problems and to drive." "OK, then!" Kevin said. "We will plan on about a week or so and you will be back here. Then I can show you some of the sights of North Island, some that you might have missed. Here's my private number at the studio, call me when you get to Wellington." "Great", I said. "Mind if I make a phone call or two? Just need to confirm my travel arrangements." "Help yourself, Tom. Like I said, make yourself at home", Kevin said. I made a few phone calls to confirm all of my travel arrangements, and that my assistant would be ready to meet me in Christchurch. As I got off the phone I heard Kevin going out of the house toward the patio by the pool. "Come on", Kevin said. "I have a script to tackle. Help me run my lines."