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.

What a bummer! My folks had gone out for the night and my buds all 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. Whoa!

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. Yep, 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, slid the remainder to one side of the coffee table and took a gulp of Pepsi. 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, whatever I could think of. 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 narrow waist.

"Ni sa bula is Fijian for "hello". Are you with the movie people?"

"Fiji?!? How did I get here? I mean... oh, no! The blue scratchy! The old dude! Damn! I'll wring his fucking neck!"

"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! Maybe not even my sanity!"

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

I didn't have a fucking clue what a koro was, but I followed the kid along a dense jungle trail until we'd reached a clearing where there was a circle of grass, and 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 siblings sat on woven mats on the floor. I immediately placed my hands over my cock and managed to form a nervous 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 like some aircraft carrier dude trying to tell a pilot to abort a landing, 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. Not exactly the kinda thing my buds would expect to see me in, but cool."

"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, oval, 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 our 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', buddy?"

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," the tall, blonde Adonis 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 is most likely on a tight schedule and he probably doesn't have time for..."

"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 overwhelmed you with a nice, warm feeling and made you wanna hug him big time.

"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.

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Cody's Blue Lagoon Part 2