Legendary Journey

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