Cody's Blue Lagoon

Cody's Blue Lagoon Fiji Part 1

Preface: This story is total fiction, and is not meant to suggest that its principal characters are gay or otherwise, and is in no way a reflection of Turtle Island as a tourist resort. It is simply a figment of the author's rather fertile imagination, and a gift to my wonderful friend Cody. I hope you enjoy the fantasy as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Mr B.

What a bummer! My folks had gone out, and all my buds had other plans. There was only one thing to do! Vids! I'd left it a bit late to go to the video shop, and most of the good stuff had already been selected, so I surveyed what was left on the shelves. Blue Lagoon. Hmmm, I'd seen it a couple of times but it was a pretty good movie, and I could always whack off checking out Christopher Atkins' awesome bod.

The old dude with the shock of unruly white hair, standing behind the counter, looked at the video slick, then at me. He must've been new 'cause I'd never seen him before. "This movie was made before you were born, son. Back in 1980. Saw it myself at the cinema. That Brooke Shields is a hum dinger!" he chuckled. "Anyway, that'll be $2.50 and you can have it for three nights." The old dude handed me the video, plus a blue sticker in a clear plastic pouch.

"What's this for?"

"Some new-fangled promotion or whatever. You're supposed to scratch it and sniff it. I've been doing that with my own crotch for more than fifty years," he cracked. "Anyway, son, enjoy Turtle."

Turtle? What the fuck was the old bugger talking about? Jeez, I hoped I wasn't as crazy as him when I was his age. I stopped off at the pizza joint and ordered a large supreme to take home. "Skip the anchovies, please. Ew!"

It was strange being home alone watching a vid all by myself, but at least I could be naked in the living room. I enjoyed being naked whenever I got the chance. I even studied nude. And it was kinda neat when a piece of pizza dropped on my stomach or crotch. I'd pick it up and eat it -- and think about being with my buds. I was sure that some of them would love to lick it off my bod. Hell, they'd probably wanna smear the damn thing all over me and go for it with their feral tongues.

Half of the pizza was all I could manage before I was as full as a fat man's sock. I closed the box and slid the remainder to one side of the coffee table. Meantime, the movie was getting to the stage where Chris and Brooke were about to go through the metamorphosis thingy and change into teens. It was then that I noticed the blue scratchy given to me by the old fucker. I reversed it and read the instructions on the back.

"This scratch card is divided into four panels. Scratch each one of the first three panels and hold the card to your nose. You will smell various scents such as salt air, wild tropical flowers and fruits. The fourth section should only be scratched and sniffed if you are prepared for a much more intense and realistic experience. Be warned! The fourth section is only for the brave."

What the fuck! I thought. What was so brave about sniffing a fucking card? Sure enough, the first three sections smelt awesome. As Chris and Brooke swam in the crystal clear water of the lagoon, I could smell the warm sea air and the delicious tropical scents of the island. They gave a whole new dimension to watching the vid. I felt as if I was actually there. Should I scratch the fourth panel? Maybe it was some lamo joke. What the hell. I scratched it and placed the card to my nose.

"Hey, kid! You with the black, spiky hair! Move off the set, please. We're shooting."

"Fuck!" I said under my breath. "Where the fuck am I? And where are my clothes?"

I scampered to a nearby clump of tree-ferns and hid the lower part of my body before checking out the local scene. It was some beach I'd never seen before. Yes, I had! It was in the movie! But this was crazy! How the hell...?

Then I noticed the cameras and lighting. A bunch of people were standing around while... hey! It was Chris and Brooke! And the set from Blue Lagoon! I closed my eyes and held onto my head for a few moments. I formed a mental image of the living room back home, the TV, the furniture, the windows. When the familiar sight of my house had pushed all other thoughts from my brain, I was confident that I would open my eyes and be back where I belonged.

"Ni sa bula."

"Huh?" I was dreaming. I had to be! When I'd opened my eyes, I was looking at a grinning boy with fuzzy black hair. He was naked except for a short sarong tied around his waist. "Ni sa bula is Fijian for "hello". Are you with the movie people?"

"Fiji? How did I get here? I mean... the blue scratchy! The old dude! Damn!"

"Na cava oqo? Explain, yalo vinaka?"

"Can we stick to English, dude? I don't understand all that Fijian stuff. Listen, you've gotta help me. I got here by accident. I don't have any clothes or food or money... jeez! I don't have anything!"

"Lako mai," the boy beckoned. "I will take you to my koro."

I didn't have a fucking clue what a koro was, but I followed the kid through a jungle trail until we'd reached a clearing where there was a circle of grass, thatched huts surrounding a much bigger one. "That's where I live," the kid said, pointing to one of the houses. "Lako mai!"

The kid led me through the door of the hut where a woman and a couple of little kids sat on woven mats on the floor. I immediately placed my hands over my cock and managed an embarrassed smile. The infants were naked, but the woman was dressed in a colorful, full-length sarong. The interior of the hut was awesome -- two large rooms, a high, vaulted ceiling, and windows decorated with bamboo blinds. All of the furnishings were made from bamboo or other forest materials, woven or shaped into tables, chairs, beds, etc.

While I was gazing in awe at my strange surroundings, the kid was busy explaining something -- presumably the reason for my presence -- to his mother. Huh? He didn't even know what the reason for my presence was! What the hell was he telling her?

By the time the kid had done with talking and waving his arms all over the place, the woman rose from the floor -- with some difficulty since she was so damn large -- and opened a closet. "For you," she smiled, handing me a folded piece of cloth which I guessed was a sarong. Whoa! I was gonna look like a walking tropical garden!

"Thank you," I said slowly, then wrapped the garment around my waist.

"Mom said she is sorry to hear that you lost yours while you were swimming here from a nearby island, and that you were lucky not to be eaten by a shark!"

"I swam here?"

"Of course you did, don't you remember?"

"Oh! Yeah, so I did. Thanks a stack, uh... what's your name?"

"Josefa, and my mom is Meredani."

"Cool to meet you," I smiled as I shook hands. "I'm Cody. And thanks again for the sarong. It's totally wicked."

"Mom says you can stay with us until you have the strength to swim back to the other island." His thick, sensuous lips peeled back into a huge, toothy grin, and his dark, brown eyes sparkled. "I told her that might be a couple of days -- maybe even a week."

Josefa and I ran back along the soft, leaf-littered trail to where the film crew was shooting the movie. "I come here every day to watch," my new Fijian bud explained, excitedly. "My dad says that they filmed a movie here many, many years ago, also called Blue Lagoon. But the actor didn't have yellow hair like this one."

"You like him?"

"Oh, yes! He is very beautiful."

We'd reached the edge of the lush, green jungle which overlooked the movie set and the nearby lagoon. Chris and Brooke were less than a hundred yards away as we chatted. "And the girl?"

"She is beautiful, too, but not as beautiful as the yellow haired one. One day I was as close to him as I am to you. I saw his blue eyes and I was so frightened I couldn't speak. But I've seen him a few times since then, and I'm not nervous anymore." Josefa must have noticed the look of disappointment on my face. My hair was as black as his, but without the frizz. "Oh, but you are very beautiful as well! And do you think I am beautiful?"

In all the confusion, I hadn't taken the time to study Josefa closely. Yeah, he was fucking gorgeous! Big, round, chocolate eyes, a button nose with neatly rounded nostrils, teeth like shimmering pearls, full, red lips, a slim, well defined body, flawless skin the color of shiny bronze and a smile that could light up the night. "Back in my country, Josefa, we would say that you rocked big time."

"Is that good?"

"Very good. How old are you?"

"Fifteen. And you?"

"Seventeen."

We sat on a rock and watched the shoot. It was totally amazing to think that I'd seen the movie several times, and that it'd been shot almost twenty years ago. But there I was, looking at the actual making of Blue Lagoon. I didn't know how much time I'd have on this island, but I had to figure a way of meeting Christopher Atkins before I was somehow magically whisked back to the reality of my pizza and the TV.

"How did you meet the yellow haired one?"

"He came to our koro one night and drank yaqona with us in the big bure. He was the guest of honor."

"What's yaqona?"

"A ceremonial drink we make from the kava root -- it's a pepper tree. It makes you kinda woozie," he laughed. "Anyway, my dad has invited him to come again. But, tonight, you will be the guest of honor!"

"Me?"

"Of course! I told my mom to arrange it with the elders for tonight after the feast."

"Feast?"

"Of course! We always have a feast when we have a guest of honor! You were spared by the sharks, so you must be a god."

We were so busy talking that we failed to notice the presence of a third person. "Hi, Josefa. How ya doin'?"

Whoa! I couldn't believe it! Christopher Atkins was standing just a few feet away, dressed in his loin cloth. Damn, he was so unbelievably good looking in real life I couldn't help staring bug-eyed at his perfectly defined physique. Fucking awesome!

"Yellow one!" Josefa cried with uninhibited joy, jumping up from the rock and throwing his arms around the actor. "This is my new friend Cody."

"Hi, ya, Cody," he said, trying to disentangle himself from his wriggling Fijian fan so that he could shake my hand. "You must be new around here."

"Arrived today." My eyes focused on his muscular, tanned arm as he gripped my hand.

"Where from?"

"South Africa."

"Cool! Never been there. We must chat."

"Cody swam from a nearby island! He's gonna be our guest of honor tonight for a feast and yaqona! You must come, too! You must! Yalo vinaka?"

"Don't bother him, Josefa. Chris probably has a tight schedule and..."

"Actually, Brooke's not feeling well and we're having a day off tomorrow. I'd love to come. I enjoy a good Fijian party -- these dudes are the friendliest and most hospitable people on earth. You're gonna love it here on Turtle Island, Cody." Chris's grin was even more infectious than I'd realized. It kinda swamped you with a nice, warm feeling and made you wanna hug him.

"You wanna go back and get your things?" I asked. "We'll wait for you."

"What things? This loin cloth is all I need -- and maybe not even that. I've gotten used to being naked or near enough to it on this island. Feels so damn free and natural."

On the walk back to the village, Josefa held Chris's hand which I thought was way damn cool. If Josefa was indicative of the Fijian psyche, which I figured he was, there was a total absence of embarrassment here about showing affection. Jeez! They could sure teach the rest of the world a thing or two about being open and spontaneous.

Cody Fiji Part 2

On our arrival at the village about mid afternoon, Josefa's father had returned. He was a big, robust man in his mid 40s with the trademark Fijian fuzzy black hair, broad nose, wide shoulders and deep, barrel chest. A sarong was tied around his generously proportioned belly, and his large feet were bare. "I am Jone," he smiled as he shook my hand, "you are our special guest, and tonight we feast!" He then turned his attention to Christopher, placed his massive hands on the actor's shoulders and shook him with delight. "We are blessed to see you again yellow hair! You are our special guest, too!"

"Vinaka vakalevu, turaga."

"Sega, sega! You don't call me mister, you call me Jone," he grinned. "Soon, my people will have a fish hunt, and tonight we feast!"

Chris and I sat on a grassy knoll overlooking the beach and watched the villagers prepare their nets and a substance they were squeezing from the root of a plant. "What is that stuff?"

"I'm not sure what they call it," Christopher answered, "but it stuns the fish when they place it in the water. First of all, they take their canoes about a hundred yards offshore and splash the water with their oars. The noise drives the fish toward the shallows, then they use the nets to entrap them. Once the fish have been herded into a small area, they add the plant liquid to the water. The fish turn bellyup and float to the surface where the villagers collect them with their bare hands."

"Awesome! Are the fish dead?"

"Nope, just stunned. They keep the fish alive in buckets of water until they're ready to cook."

Christopher was leaning back on his elbows, causing his muscular abs to tighten and his golden pecs to stretch. His knees were slightly raised, and I could see the wicked curve of his athletic tanned thighs and calves. Then a puff of wind blew his loincloth onto his belly, exposing his jewels.

"Hey, Chris..."

"Yeah, I know. Another puff of wind will blow it back again soon enough. That's the way it is on Turtle. Nothing fazes you."

"But the Fijians seem to be quite modest," I said, unable to take my eyes off his smooth, cut dick and perfectly round hangers. "They're always dressed in sarongs or shorts."

"But they see me differently," the Adonis explained. "They think it's normal for me to be dressed like this -- or even undressed. It's as though I was some kind of a god."

"You are!" I blurted without thinking. "I mean, I'm sure they think you are." Another gust of wind blew his loincloth back over his cock. Damn! "There ya go," he laughed. "Everything happens here all in its own good time."

"So tell me about the movie."

"Well, it was kinda weird 'cause baseball was my first love back home in the States, but I also did a bit of modelling to make some bucks. So, along came the auditions and I got the part."

"I'm not surprised! You deserved it."

"Me?" he chuckled. "Jeez, man, some of those other guys could actually act!"

"You mean the other guys who auditioned? How many were there? Hundreds, I guess."

"Thousands, buddy. Four thousand to be exact."

"Fucking hell! Anyway, they were right to choose you. You're fucking... I mean, you look exactly right for the part."

"How do you know? The movie hasn't even been made yet."

"Just a good guess. Anyway, I've seen the old one."

"With Jean Simmons? That was made in 1949, dude. This one's a lot different. Nudity is more acceptable in the 70s and 80s."

"You don't mind being nude? I mean like in a movie?"

"If it suits the role, sure. Nude is cool. Besides, I've got a bunch of friends back home who think I look OK."

"O-fucking-K? Jeez! I think you look totally awesome!" I was impossible to try and hide my enthusiasm for the dude. His bod was just too damn hot to ignore. And I was right alongside him!

"Are you gay?"

"Not sure. I've done some gay stuff with a friend, though."

"Hey, man," he smiled, and gave me a friendly dig in the ribs with his elbow, "gay is cool. Don't be embarrassed, man. I've got a few gay friends back home. I like them to hang around 'cause they're good for my ego."

We both cracked at the playful antics of Josefa in the water. He was thigh deep and helping to collect the stunned fish when he used his thumb to pull the waist of his shorts forward, then dropped a fish down his crotch.

"Whoa! I hope that thing doesn't bite!" I laughed. At the same time, I couldn't help noticing how the salt water had made his bronze-colored skin so shiny and damn sexy looking, causing his smooth muscles to be much more pronounced. It was lucky that I was wearing a loose sarong 'cause the sight of both Chris and Josefa had given me a huge tummy-hugging boner.

"The little dude is always doing things like that. He's a fun kid."

"Do you think he's gay?"

"Not really. I think he just admires whoever without getting bogged down with the issue of sexuality."

"You sound like you know something about him."

"Well, the last time I drank yaqona -- westerners call it kava -- with the villagers, I got kinda out of it. I was asleep on the floor of the bure when I felt something warm and wet around my dick. I looked down and all I could see in the moonlight was a mop of fuzzy hair."

"Josefa was blowing you?"

"I'm not sure it was him, but I figure it was. Anyway, I just laid there in my kava induced stupor and enjoyed it. Lips are lips, man, and a tongue is a tongue," he laughed. "Besides, have you noticed the lips these guys have?"

"Yeah, kinda like mine. I've always thought my lips were too big."

"They look fine to me, Cody. And if I find them wrapped around my boner later tonight, I don't think I'm gonna complain."

Shit! Was that an invitation or a joke? I didn't know how to respond, so I just gazed at the villagers in the water as they collected the last of the fish.

"By the way," he said, breaking the long silence, "tell me about South Africa. How did you get here?"

I told him everything I could about my home town, but nothing about how I'd been mysteriously transported to Turtle Island -- and I had to be careful not to mention anything post 1980. "I really can't tell you about how I arrived here, Chris. You'll have to trust me on that one. It's kinda personal."

"OK, no biggie."

"Just one thing, though. I don't know how long I'm gonna be here, so I could just vanish without any warning. If I do, don't take it as an insult. OK? Meeting you has been so damn cool, I can't begin to tell you. I can't wait to tell all my buds back home."

"Easy, buddy. I'm not even famous! This movie could be a fucking flop for all we know."

"It won't be. Trust me."

"Is there something you know that I don't? Are you psychic or something?"

While the women and men prepared the earth-oven and the food, Chris, Josefa and I decided to catch a few waves. Two sarongs and one loin cloth hit the sand. There was no surfboard in the village, which was a bummer. I would have loved to have shown the guys how I could ride a stick. I was a pretty rave surfer, even if I did say so myself.

I had a boner the whole damn time, though, and after each wave I'd ridden to shore, I'd stand in the swirling, frothy shallows with my six inches pointing skywards. But I wasn't the only one. Chris and Josefa had major hardons, too. Was it the excitement of surfing nude? Or was it the presence of three buck naked teens? I wasn't sure, but it was way cool to be so free and natural in this totally awesome paradise.

At one stage, Chris and I had caught the same wave. By the time we'd been catapulted to the knee-deep water, I tried to get to my feet but fell forward when Chris landed on top of me. I could feel his throbber pressed against my ass crack. We were both laughing, but I also had an incredibly strong urge to just lay there and let him fuck my lights out amongst the boiling wash. And what was he thinking? I didn't know for certain, but I was pretty sure he was enjoying the sensation of his solid teen meat pressed against my hole.

The same thing happened a few minutes later, but it was I who landed on top of Josefa. As my throbber rubbed against his smooth golden cheeks and worked its way deeper into his crack, I desperately wanted to find his tight, brown hole and thrust my rock-hard six deep within him, right up to my aching balls. But all this took place within a few seconds, disguised by wild laughter and teenage playfulness. Whatever erotic thoughts had invaded our minds during those short periods, would remain secret. At least for the time being.

The tip of the setting orange sun was peeking over the horizon and painting the sky with the most incredible tropical colors as the villagers sat cross-legged on the ground in a circle, with Chris and I seated at the head. Before us, on a large mat made of fresh banana leaves, lay a banquet of cooked fish, chicken, vegetables and desserts of exotic fruits. Flaming torches atop of long poles secured in the earth, and placed at regular intervals around the inner village, gave the whole scene a mystical and surreal atmosphere.

Jone, whom I'd gathered by this stage was the village chief, stood and made a speech in our honor. It was all in Fijian so I didn't understand a word, but the clapping and smiles from the villagers told us all we needed to know. Chris and I were their reason for this day's joy and thanksgiving.

The food was the best I'd ever tasted -- perfected over generations of Fijians whose expertise with the earth-oven and cooking techniques left absolutely nothing to be desired. The flavors were exquisite, and the flesh of the fish and chicken simply melted in our mouths -- all washed down with fruit juices from bowls made of coconut shells.

When most of the food had been consumed, we were entertained by a group of the villagers playing log drums, and skin-covered drums. One of them had a guitar. Their sweet voices and harmonies would have put most choirs to shame. Fiji's traditional music was hypnotically soothing, yet inspiring at the same time. It was impossible not to be caught up in the musicians' and singers' joyful enthusiasm, and to sway from side to side with the infectious rhythm of the drums.

But it was when Josefa suddenly sprang from the outer circle to take center stage, that my eyes popped big time. He was dressed in a grass skirt, and had body paint smeared over his torso. He looked incredibly impressive in the flickering yellow light of the torches as he leapt and danced to the exotic and pulsating beat of the drums. Every now and then, he would throw a leg into the air and cause his grass skirt to split. I was pretty sure that he wasn't wearing anything underneath, but it could've been wishful thinking when I'd imagined I'd caught a glimpse of his dick and balls. Hell! That kid was making me incredibly hard, and I wondered if Chris was suffering the same fate.

As Josefa worked his way closer to the guests of honor, he suddenly spun a 180 in mid air, then landed on his feet, knees bent, and facing away from us. During his rapid descent to earth his skirt had lifted and revealed his naked, brown bubble buns, just for a second, but it was enough to make me wanna offload a fucking bucket of boy juice right there and then.

"Cody?" Chris whispered as he nudged my side, "is that kid making you hot?"

I looked down at the blonde Adonis's loincloth. His throbber was creeping sideways down the inside of his thigh. "Yeah, he is, and I see that he's having an effect on you, too."

"You'd better believe it, dude. Once we get into that kava later on, I'm not gonna be responsible for my actions."

"Me neither."

Cody Fiji Part 3

After Josefa had finished his incredibly agile and energetic performance, he ran over to where Chris and I were sitting. His chest was heaving as he gasped for air. "Did you like my dance? I did it specially for you!"

"Way cool! Hot!"

"Cool and hot? How can it be so?"

"You make it so, Josefa. I enjoyed it a lot, and I'm sure Chris did, too."

"Yeah, man, it was a totally awesome sight."

"And did my war paint scare you?"

"I was shaking like a leaf," I lied as he used his thumbs to stretch his mouth, then poke out his tongue. "Scared me outa my wits."

"Yellow Hair's dick doesn't look very scared," the kid laughed as he observed Chris's boner, then placed a hand on my crotch. "Wow! And yours is big, too! You have vakalevu under your sarong!"

"You've got a lot under your damn grass skirt, too, Josefa, so don't you talk!"

"You were looking?"

"Caught a quick glimpse."

"Maybe I give you a longer glimpse later," he grinned, then ran off to join the other members of his family.

Since the drinking of kava was traditionally a men's ceremony, Chris and I were invited by Jone to join the male villagers in the large bure -- a kinda village town hall, except it was built in the typical Fijian style with a thatched roof and vaulted ceiling. It was about the size of an average family home but didn't have any interior walls. The compacted earthen floor, covered with thickly woven mates, provided the seating. Candles, made of bowls which were filled with oil and a floating wick, provided the lighting.

"Isn't Josefa coming?" I asked as I surveyed the room.

"Josefa is not yet a man," Jone explained. "Yaqona is only for adults." The big man read the look of disappointment on my face. "But if it is the wish of the guest of honor, we can make an exception. I'll fetch him from our bure."

"Allow me," I insisted as I rose, then headed for the door. In the center of the moonlit village circle, a lone figure was dancing. The women and children had all retired to their bures. The torches had been extinguished. All signs of the feasting had been tidied or removed. It was as if the celebration had never occurred. "Josefa?"

The lone figure stood still. "Did you really like my dance? I wanted so much to make it special for you."

"It was awesome! Honest! You were fucking great!"

"I didn't want the night to end, so that is why I am dancing now. I was pretending that the music was still playing and that you were still here watching me with Yellow Hair."

"Your father said it was OK for you to join us in the big bure. I came to get you."

"For yaqona? Me?" Josefa rushed toward me, threw his arms around my neck and hugged the hell outa me.

"I've never been hugged by a guy in a grass skirt before," I laughed. "Anyway, we're holding up the party, dude. Let's go."

Chris and I were both guests of honor but, since I was the most recent, it was decided by the master of ceremonies, Jone, that I would sit cross-legged at the head of the group. Before me on the mat was the tanoa, a large wooden bowl carved from a single piece of hardwood called Vesi. The actual drinking vessel was the bilo, a half coconut shell which would be filled with the liquid kava and passed around according to rank. I guessed that Josefa would be the last to drink.

Protruding from the tanoa was a thick rope made of coconut fibre, and decorated with white cowrie shells. "This is called the Tui-ni-Buli," Jone explained, "and it is always pointed toward the guest of honor. During this ceremony, no one may pass the line drawn by the Tui-ni-Buli."

"What if they do?"

"Then they die."

"Oh."

As Jone used a pestle to mash the root of the pepper tree in a mortar, he explained how, in times long gone, young village girls would chew the root until it was a soft, pulpy mass before the water was added.

"No offence, but I think I prefer it this way," I grinned.

Once the root had been mashed to a gritty consistency, Jone directed one of the senior villagers to add water to the tanoa until he was satisfied that the mixture was correct. A piece of cloth was produced, and the liquid was ready to be strained.

"Josefa!" Jone called. "Would you like to be the cup bearer?"

Josefa rose to his feet. "Me?" The look of total surprise on his face was soon replaced by an expression of sheer delight as he picked his way through the seated villagers toward me. "Oh, yes! This is such an honor!"

"Just don't step over the Tui-ni-thingy, Josefa," I laughed, "or you're a gonner!"

Jone carefully strained the kava from the tanoa into the bilo. Then, with much ceremony and respect, Josefa stood before me and presented the bowl, which I received with both hands. "You drink the yaqona now, in one go," he smiled.

I lifted the bilo to my lips and drank the contents. Whoa! The taste was kinda bitter -- but not altogether unpalatable. Then I returned the bowl to Josefa. Suddenly, cries of "maca" rose from the assembly, accompanied by the clapping of hands.

"What did I do wrong?" was my instinctive question.

"Nothing," Josefa explained with a sweet smile and a sparkle in his chocolate eyes. "Maca means the bilo has been drained -- everybody is happy. It happens each time somebody drinks the yaqona."

The next to drink was Jone, being the master of ceremonies, then Chris. More water was added to the tanoa, strained and poured before being handed to the next person by Josefa. And each time the bowl was drained, a cry of "maca" would erupt, followed by clapping. As I suspected, my little Fijian bud was the last to taste the ceremonial yaqona. Then the whole process started again. Jeez! By the time I'd consumed about three bowls, I was feeling distinctly detached from reality -- and I wasn't the only one. The whole room was a mass of brown, smiling faces and pearly-white teeth. It struck me that I was sitting in the happiest place in the world. Nothing mattered. Everything was totally cool in this remote tropical paradise that had absolutely no connection with the rest of civilization.

By about the fourth cup, Chris's loin cloth had unravelled. His semi was hanging in a lazy arc over his balls, and looking extremely fucking delicious -- not that anyone else was paying attention apart from me. And the kava was making me as horny as a fucking rhino!

I was in a mood where I no longer cared what anybody thought. I allowed my eyes to roam over every kissable and lickable inch of Chris's lean, tanned bod -- every curve, every twitching, bulging muscle -- and his face. Whoa! His face! The damn thing was made in heaven, and his boyish laughter was like some cute but highly erotic song that I hoped would never end.

By the time midnight had arrived, all of the men except for Jone had returned to their bures, and Josefa had been sent home about an hour earlier. "Do you wish to sleep here?" the big man asked.

"That'd be cool, Jone. I'm gonna sleep like a log."

Chris rose from the floor, leaving his unravelled loin cloth on the mat like some discarded rag, and stretched his naked body to its full and beautiful length. "Thanks for the cool party, Jone," he yawned. "Had a wicked time. You guys are just too much."

"There are some pillows stacked over there in the corner for occasions such as this, my friends. You'd won't need blankets -- it never gets cold in Fiji," he laughed. "Goodnight, and sleep well."

As soon as our genial host had disappeared through the door, I stood and ditched my sarong while Chris went to the other side of the large room to fetch some pillows. "Can you get a couple for me while you're there?"

"Sure." The Adonis bent down to gather a bunch of pillows, providing me a good look at his parted cheeks and his little brown rosebud. What a glorious sight! When he'd returned, he dropped the pillows on the floor. "Where do you wanna sleep?"

"Right here is cool. Thanks." I had a raging boner -- truth was, I'd had the fucking thing all night -- and was itching to get my rocks off. The sight of Chris's mouthwatering body was driving me totally wild!

"Seems like kava gets you excited," he grinned, eyeing my hard teen meat.

"I'm always horny, especially... well, you know..."

"I do?"

"You damnwell should! Jeez!"

"Are you talking about the sight of me naked?"

"Christopher..." I had to bite my tongue to stop from telling him the truth about who I was, where I came from, and the fact that his movie was a huge hit all around the world -- and had been for almost twenty years! "You remind me of a friend of mine -- the one I've had gay sex with. You've got a body like his."

"Are you sure?"

"Are you kidding? I'm looking at it, aren't I? What the...?"

"Feel it, just to be sure."

"Feel it? Your body? Are you serious?"

"I told you before that the kava would make me kinda relaxed, and that I wouldn't be responsible for my actions."

This was one opportunity I couldn't pass up. I had to take advantage of it. Eighteen year old Christopher Atkins, in the flesh! Woohoo! "I'm sorry if I seem a bit too enthusiastic," I gushed as my hands ran over his awesome, solid pecs, "but I'm not sure how long I'm gonna be here, and I wanna remember this moment for the rest of my life. Jeez! Steve's not gonna believe this!"

"Is my chest like his?"

"Yeah, smooth and perfectly defined. It's fucking wicked. And your abs are like his, too. You're taller, though, and a bit older -- and you're cut."

"Where?"

"Your dick. I mean, you're circumcized. Steve isn't. He pulls his foreskin back to make it look like he is, though."

"Can I feel you?"

"In a minute. I might disappear all of a sudden."

"Into thin air?"

"Don't ask me to explain. It's too damn complicated." I reached down to the floor and retrieved his loin cloth. "Put this on. I wanna remember what it was like kissing your throbber through it, then seeing it slowly slide down your thighs. I wanna remember how it was when my face was just inches from your awesome jewels, and how they smelt, and how you groaned when my tongue wrapped around your knob."

When he'd tied the loin cloth around his narrow waist, I asked him to turn around. "Yeah, just like in the... I mean, just like I'd imagined. Your buns show -- just enough to tease the fuck outa the... I mean, anybody who notices. Damn, they're hot!" I lifted the cloth slowly to reveal all of his crack. Oh, my God! Such a sweet, sweet ass! Firm and round, tanned and inviting, with cute dimples in the sides of his cheeks. "Can you face me again?"

When he'd done as I'd asked, I put my face to his crotch and inhaled his scent. It was warm and spicy, and intoxicated my brain even more than the kava had. I kissed the hard bulge behind his loin cloth, then looked up at his adorable face. "I dunno how many blow jobs you've had, Chris, but you're never gonna forget this one. I promise you that."

Cody Fiji Part 4

I used my thumb and forefinger to loosen the knot in Chris's loin cloth, then let it fall to the floor. His thick, straight throbber was pointed directly at my face. I took a moment to examine it's bulbous, swollen head, and its enlarged piss hole, and imagined a bucket of juicy cum spurting onto my tongue and filling my mouth with its warm, salty taste.

There was no tan line -- every square inch of his golden skin had seen plenty of sun, and even his pubes had turned blonde. "You must spend a lotta time naked," I said without taking my eyes off his crotch.

"Gets to be a habit around here," he laughed, and caused his boner to bounce. "A lotta the crew work naked as well. We all live in tents. Supplies of fresh water and food have to be flown in every day -- the locals don't produce enough for all of us. It's like the Garden of Eden here -- totally unspoiled." He placed his hands on my black, spiky hair and tilted my head back a little so that our eyes met. "Anyway, dude, you promised me the blow job to end all blow jobs. Is that like now or next week?"

"I just wanna make sure that what I'm seeing here stays in my brain forever. I wanna be able to close my eyes any time I want and see your awesome cock in my mind -- and smell your wicked scent." And with that, I tilted my head to one side and ran my tongue along the length of the hard muscle on the underside of his pulsating meat. When I'd arrived at the base, his balls were dangling over my nose and mouth, so I licked them, too. The intensity of his spicy odor was strongest between his legs, and I breathed it in deeply.

"Did you say smell job or blow job, Cody?"

"OK, OK, alright already."

I repositioned my face in front of his awesome dick and licked the blob of shiny pre-cum that was oozing from its piss hole, then sent my lips over the high ridge of his knob. Before continuing further along his shaft, I spent a moment tonguing the head of his throbber. I heard him sigh, and felt his fingers running through my hair. So far, so good.

I reached around to his taut buns and began to squeeze them as I sent my firm lips toward his blonde pubes.

I gagged a little when his knob pressed against the back of my throat, but that was cool. A little discomfort was a small price to pay for sucking one of the hottest and most desirable teen dicks in the whole damn world!

As I began to get into a rhythm, moving my head backward and forward along his rock-hard shaft, my fingers found his ass crack. It was warm and moist. He didn't seem to mind the intrusion into his most private part, so I took a chance and began to insert one finger into his tight rosebud -- at the same time, I increased the speed of my sucking. It worked! His sighs became longer and louder, and his hands were roaming around my hair with greater fervor.

Soon, the Adonis was pulling my face to his crotch each time he thrust his hips forward. His primal instinct to fuck had taken charge. That left me to concentrate on using my lips and tongue to electrify his hard meat as he pounded my face, and to work my finger deeper into his hole.

There was a loud groan as Chris pressed down on my head. His knees buckled, and his pelvis rammed my nose. The dude's boner had become even harder as it thumped the roof of my mouth, and the first explosion of warm, sticky boy juice erupted.

The pressure from Chris's hands on my head increased dramatically as he fought to control his convulsing body, and maintain his balance. Meantime, my throat was working overtime trying to cope with his mighty jets of delicious jizz -- one after the other, as though he'd been saving it up for a week. Whoa!

By now, my finger was embedded in his ass up to the third knuckle, and I could feel his muscles squeeze tightly with each eruption of juice. Finally, the god's body ceased to shudder.

"Man!" he gasped as he straightened his knees. "You give one helluva fucking blow job, Cody."

I allowed his thick but slightly limp hunk of meat to slide out of my mouth before I licked the last pearl of juice from its head. "I hope you never forget it, even if you forget who gave it to you."

"How could I forget you?"

"I'm not sure. There's a lot about why I'm here that I don't understand. Anyway, if this is just a fucking dream, there's an old fart who's gonna be going to the fucking pearlies a lot sooner than he figured."

"I guess you want me to suck you now."

"Not unless you wanna."

"I'm not gay."

"That's OK, Chris, I didn't think you were. Anyway, I'm just glad I met you, and got the chance to blow you. I've been wanting to do this for... that is, since I got here."

"There's something you're not telling me. You're always getting half way through a sentence, then changing direction. What's going on here? Who are you, really?"

"Hug me."

"What?"

"Just hug me while I tell you. I need you to hug me."

I stood and threw my arms around his neck. He hesitated for a moment, then reciprocated. His cheek was pressed against mine, and his ear was just an inch from my lips.

"So tell me what's going on."

"I've seen the movie."

"Blue Lagoon? Yeah, you told me."

"I mean the one you're making now."

Chris pulled away and eyeballed me. "Huh?"

"Hug me or I won't tell you." After a few moments of searching my eyes, he did as I asked. "I'm not from this time. I'm from almost twenty years in the future -- 1999. Blue Lagoon was a huge hit all over the world, and you became a major star." I felt the dude's body shake as he cracked up.

"Yeah, right. And I'm gonna get married and have kids, right?"

"Grant and Brittney. And you married Lynne Barron -- well, you will in five years from now."

There was a silence of at least two minutes before Chris spoke again. "There's a scene we were supposed to shoot today, only Brooke wasn't feeling well enough. I'm sitting on a rock. What am I doing?"

"You're probably talking about the time you masturbated. In the movie, you'd discovered your dick, and Brooke was watching your muscles from the beach, especially your lat as you jacked off. Later, she had her first period, and it freaked the both of you."

"Jesus! You're scaring the fuck outa me!" He pulled away again and frantically searched my eyes. "What's my name?"

"Christopher Bowman. You were born in Rye, New York, on February 21, 1961."

"This is a dream! It has to be!" Chris slapped his hand to his forehead and paced the room. "This can't be happening!" He walked toward me and placed his hands on my shoulders. "When were you born?"

"July 1, 1982. I'm seventeen."

"But that's over two years from now! You don't even exist!"

"I've got a bellyful of your boy juice."

"Jesus!" He spun a 180 and paced the room again before stopping a few yards away. "That means you can tell me everything that's gonna happen in my life until 1999!" He turned and faced me. "Is that right?"

"Not really. I only know bits and pieces about your life from fan sites on the internet."

"The what?"

"Chris," I sighed, "this is gonna get outa hand. Hug me again while I tell you something." When my friend's arms were around my neck, and mine around his, I continued. "I don't think it's a good thing for people to know about their future. If we knew what was gonna happen, there'd be no point in trying any more -- and trying is what's really important -- like when you auditioned for the role and beat 4,000 other hopefuls. If you knew you were gonna win, you wouldn't have bothered to try. Do you understand?"

"I think so."

"So it's like I'm just visiting the future for a little while cos I've always wanted to meet you, and a friend of mine... well, I'm not sure how the fuck he did it, but he figured out how to get me here. And if you remember this experience when I return to my time, maybe it'll open up your mind a little about what an awesome mystery life is -- and how there'll always be more questions than answers. If there weren't, there'd be no point to human existence."

"You sound more like seventy than seventeen."

"I mix with the wrong fossils."

He moved away from me once more. "Fossils? You collect fossils? I know it sounds like a dumb hobby for a teen, but I love collecting bones and skulls and shells and neat stuff like that!"

"I've only got one, and he's not even dead yet."

"I don't understand."

"More questions than answers, dude. That's the way it is. Anyway, Chris, I just wanted to tell you as much as I could before I'm suddenly back in my living room watching you on TV."

"I'm on TV?"

"The video -- Blue Lagoon -- it's been on video for like 20 years."

"And people still watch it?"

"You betcha! It's a fucking classic! I figure more guys have jacked off watching that movie than any other. Your bod is just so totally, totally hot! I've been a fan ever since I saw it a couple of years ago."

"Tell me something -- if I'm supposed to be that famous, like some big star or whatever, what was it like to blow me?"

"You mean 'cause practically every gay guy on the planet would like to if he could? Hey, I'm one fucking lucky dude, Chris. Blowing you is something I'll never forget. But I've also gotta tell ya that I have a great relationship with my bud Steve, too. He's just as awesome as you are, but he's not some famous movie star -- even though I reckon he could be if he wanted. So I guess what I'm saying is that he's really special to me. It's not just the sex, it's a whole bunch of stuff we do together -- like surfing and clubbing and hiking -- whatever. We're really close, and we dig each other's company a stack. I don't mean to be rude, but he's real and you're like a dream."

"I think I understand, Cody, and I'm glad you have a friend like that. You're right. You are one lucky dude, and so is Steve."

"I'm bushed, man. All that kava, then you fucking my face to a pulp has got me dead beat. Do you mind if I sleep next to you? I wanna be close to you in case I suddenly revert to 1999 during the night."

"I insist, Cody. And you can hug me anytime you wanna -- you can even blow me again if you feel like it," he laughed. "Whoa! You do that so damn well! No wonder Steve likes having you around."

I took up Chris's offer and nuzzled the nape of his neck as we slept naked side by side. My arm was draped over his chest, and his warm, muscular pec was cupped in my hand.

"G'night, Chris."

"G'night, Cody."

Cody Fiji Part 5

I didn't know what time it was, except that it was still dark inside the bure. Chris must've extinguished the torches after I'd gone to sleep. What woke me, though, was something wet touching my balls. I froze in terror, thinking that it might be a fucking snake or whatever. Then I realized it was human. A tongue. It wasn't Steve's 'cause he was still in 1999. It had to be Chris! Woohoo!

I pretended to stretch a little as if I were still asleep, and raised one knee to allow better access to my nads. My movement, though, caused Chris to stop briefly. To allay his fear of my being awake, I snorted a couple of times to convince him that I was still in deep slumber. It worked! His tongue was soon licking my balls again. Jeez! I could hardly believe it was happening -- the Adonis from Blue Lagoon, actually tonguing my hangers!

I didn't dare say anything, though. I figured that Chris must've wanted his straight reputation to remain intact, and that he'd chosen the cover of darkness to blow me, hoping that I'd never know what really happened that warm, humid night in Paradise.

His tongue moved down below my hangers and I instinctively knew that he wanted to lick my ass. Then there was gentle pressure on my shoulder. I rolled in the direction of the pressure so that I was laying on my side with one knee raised. His whole face was pressed against my buns, and his tongue was probing my sensitive rosebud. Any fear of my waking must've gone out of his mind as he forced his tongue as far inside me as he could possible get it. Meantime, my boner was hugging my abs and begging to be sucked dry. I was getting hornier by the second.

Once again, there was gentle pressure on my shoulder, so I rolled over onto my back, this time lowering my raised knee to the floor, but keeping my legs apart. His wet tongue spent some moments making long strokes over each of my balls, and lifting them in the process. I could hear and feel the jets of hot air from his nostrils on the underside of my shaft.

After he'd done with my nads, his tongue ran the length of my rock-hard teen meat, which was still hugging my belly. It was too dark to see anything, but I figured there'd be a pool of pre-cum in my navel by now, and that it was only a matter of time before he licked it clean. Sure enough, I was right. Controlling my hands, and stopping them from reaching out to find his mop of blonde, curly hair was almost impossible. I wanted to tell him that sucking a guy was OK, and that it didn't mean he had to be gay. But silence was my better and safer option. The slightest indication that I might be awake could have spoiled the whole awesome situation.

His hand wrapped around my shaft and lifted my throbber. The next thing I felt was his tongue making circles around my knob, and sending indescribable thrills throughout my entire body. Pretending to be asleep was totally fucking torturous, and driving me insane!

Finally, his firm lips slid over the swollen, cut head of my throbbing six inches -- six and a quarter, actually -- and spent a while just gliding over the ridge of my knob while his tongue worked my pisshole. The only way I could prevent my body from stiffening because of the intense pleasure, was to curl my toes and clench my fists, hoping that he wouldn't notice. Fortunately, the darkness was hiding us both from view.

Eventually, my whole boner was inside his face as his nose connected with my bush of pubes. He paused for a while, so I figured he was taking the time to fill his lungs with my boy scent. Then he bobbed up and down, face fucking my aching peter with a passion. I had to keep visualizing Chris's face to fully appreciate what was actually happening here. The guy I'd seen so often in the movie. The tall, tanned, teen masterpiece with thousands of fans all over the world. Whoa! My cock was half way down his throat! And it was fucking real! I could FEEL it!

After several minutes of trying to hold back my load to make his blow job last as long as possible, I was finally forced to submit to the intensely erotic power of his firm lips and busy tongue. I gritted my teeth to remain silent -- although my voice was screaming big time inside my head. My ass muscles squeezed. He gagged, then swallowed. He was making enough gagging and swallowing noises to wake the dead as my knob continued to explode a truckload of my sticky boy juice down his willing throat. Damn! That was fucking sensational!

When he'd licked the last of my nectar from my slowly deflating cock, I felt the gentle pressure of his hand once again on my shoulder. I wasn't quite sure what he wanted, but I rolled over onto my stomach. The next thing I knew, he'd taken hold of my ankles and forced my legs futher apart. Once more, I felt the warm wetness of his tongue probing my hole, and his face pressed against my buns. I was totally relaxed, and just enjoying his attention, when the tonguing stopped. I could feel him moving about between my legs but I wasn't quite sure of what he was doing.

Then, the most amazing thing happened. He laid on top of me. Did he expect me to remain asleep with his full weight resting on my back? "Please don't move, Cody," he whispered in my ear, "stay like you are. Please."

As his cock slid into me, I screwed my face. There was no way in the fucking wide world that I could have ignored the intrusion of his thick, hard meat as it slowly invaded my tight hole. "Relax," he whispered, "I'll be gentle. Just relax."

Steadily, he increased his rhythm as he gripped my shoulders for support. Within a minute or two, the feeling of discomfort gave way to a much more pleasurable feeling. I was actually enjoying it, especially considering that I was being fucked by one of the world's most awesome movie stars. If his heavy breathing right alongside my ear was anything to go by, the sweating Adonis was in seventh heaven.

Pretty soon, he was lost in a world of his own, pumping my ass like there was no tomorrow -- and maybe there wouldn't be. At any second, I could find myself back in my house -- and he could be fucking thin air.

But while I was still present in 1980, he was more than welcome to my rosebud. The sensations of his fingers digging into my shoulders, his slippery skin sliding over my wet back, and his throbber stabbing my hole were totally outa this world. On top of that, his hot, steamy breath in my ear was made all the more awesome by the things he kept whispering in between his primal grunts. "Oh, Cody!"

"Fuck, man." "Oh, shit." "Ooer!" They weren't very meaningful as words alone, but they carried a strong message that, such was the intensity of his pleasure, he was completely incapable of verbalizing it.

Eventually, after I was almost sure he was gonna catapult me clear outa the bure and into the fucking lagoon, he roared like a lion and rammed his throbber so deep into my ass that I figured the damn thing was gonna pop outa my mouth. I could feel his balls slam against my butt with each of his aggro thrusts, and the creamy warmness of his juice inside me. After his final lunge, he collapsed on top of me, totally exhausted.

By the time I woke just after sunrise, Chris was still sleeping alongside me as if nothing had happened. I looked at his huge piss boner but, since it'd been jammed up my ass not all that long ago, I figured I'd better not suck it -- even though it looked so damn inviting and delicious.

Instead, I left the bure and headed down to the lagoon for a swim. I really needed to wash the sleep from my face, and clean my bod in the warm, crystal clear water. Nobody else was around, so I didn't bother to bring my sarong.

I'd only just surfaced and flicked the water from my hair and face when I heard Josefa's voice. "Ni sa yadra! You are awake! I bring you and Yellow Hair breakfast!"

"He's not awake yet -- at least, I don't think he is. How ya doin', Josefa?"

"I'm so very, very happy! Vinaka vakalevu for last night! Did you also enjoy it?"

"Yeah, I sure did. You were wild, man, totally wild."

"Oh, Cody! You make me feel so honored and happy! My face will break in two if I smile one more tiny bit. But I will get your breakfast now. It is my father's order!"

As soon as the kid had disappeared into his family's bure, Chris ran down the beach and took a flying dive into the lagoon. He was also completely naked. I waited for him to surface, then greeted him with "ni sa bula".

"Bula," he grinned. "Hey, man, you're gonna be totally pissed when you go back to 1999. This is the fucking life. You know something? I don't wanna go back to the States. I'd like to live the rest of my life right here."

His words hadn't really penetrated my brain 'cause my attention was drawn to the cool way he looked. "Hey, you look just like you did in one of the scenes from the movie -- with your wet hair clinging to your head, and the water cascading down your totally wicked face. Fucking awesome. Anyway, about last night..."

"Yeah, thanks for that. I really appreciated it. You were sensational."

"Hey, I'm the one who should be appreciative. I mean how many chances does a guy get to...?"

"Breakfast is served!"

I looked in the direction of the young voice to see Josefa, clad in his sarong, laying a grass mat on the sand, then placing bowls of fruit and juice in the center. "We're both naked," I yelled.

"Gods are allowed to be naked!" he giggled, then focused his chocolate eyes on our swinging semis as we exited the water and approached the food.

While we ate and drank, the sun was rising slowly above the horizon, bringing with it another perfect day to Paradise. The clear, early morning sky was an exotic mix of varying blue and red hues, while the dawn light cast long shadows beyond the tall palms, and gave the bures an eerie orange tinge.

Josefa's presence during breakfast didn't allow me to pursue the subject of what had happened during the night, even though I was desperate to tell Chris that I'd loved every minute of it, in case he was feeling a bit guilty. So, the convo revolved mainly around the previous night's feast, music and dancing. What I couldn't understand, though, was why Josefa couldn't stop grinning like a Cheshire cat, while Chris seemed kinda laid back, as if fucking my lights out wasn't... Hang! Could it have been...? No!

I took another piece of fruit from a bowl in order to give my brain time to formulate the question I wanted to ask Chris. I opened my mouth, and let the slice of mango slide between my lips. Pizza? What the...? I looked around me in total astonishment. The living room. The TV. The sofa. Damn! I found the blue scratch card and scratched it again. And again. And again. Nothing. Zilch. "Damn you, Fossil! I wanna go back! Now!" I scratched the card until there was no blue coating left, yet I remained where I was. South Africa, 1999.

I rewound the movie until I got a close-up freeze-frame of Chris's face. "Chris? It's me, Cody! Chris? Chris?" What the fuck was I doing? I was going nuts. I was talking to a twenty year old image on a TV screen.

Every minute was like a fucking hour while I waited for the video store to open the following day. "Hi, Cody. Blue Lagoon again, huh? You must've seen that movie a dozen times already."

"Hi. Yeah, I rented it last night from the old dude."

"Old dude?"

"Yeah, the old dude with the feral white hair. He gave me a blue scratchy with it."

"We don't have any old dudes working here, Cody. Just me and the regular guys."

"Are you sure? He gave me your new promotional thingy -- the blue scratch card."

"Sorry, Cody, you must've been dreaming or something. We don't have any blue scratchies, or any other kinda scratchies. Have you been smoking something?"

"You know I don't do drugs, man. Here, take a look at this. It's the card the old dude gave me, and it's got your store's logo on it."

"Looks genuine enough. But why would anybody wanna counterfeit one scratchie?"

"Exactly. Why just one?"

On the walk home, I met up with Steve. "Surf's up, Code. Wanna get your stick?"

"You know something, Steve?"

"What?"

"It's so fucking cool to see you again."

THE END.

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