Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2000 18:57:08 +1100
From: mrb <mrb@mrbstories.com>
Subject: 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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