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 to honor this special occasion!"

Chris and I sat on a grassy knoll overlooking the beach, bathed in brilliant sunshine, 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 funky curve of his athletic tanned thighs and calves. Then a puff of wind blew his loincloth onto his belly, exposing his wicked jewels and pubes.

"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 and stuff."

"But they see me differently," the relaxed 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 god from another world."

"You are!" I blurted without thinking. "I mean, uh, 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 all in its own good time in this place."

"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. Then, 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 so damn 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 helluva 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!" It 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! Woohoo!

"Are you gay?" He turned to look at me and drilled me with his blue eyes.

"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, Cody. 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 Josefa's bronze-colored skin so shiny and damn sexy looking, causing his smooth, shimmering 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, which must've been leaking like a sieve.

"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 takes his fancy 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? Awesome!"

"I dunno if it was him for sure, 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." He smiled briefly, then returned his gaze to the sea.

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

"By the way," Chris said, breaking a 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 into thin air 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 -- and a certain old fart who got me into this... uh, situation."

"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 total 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 raging boner the whole damn time, though. And after each wave I'd body-surfed to shore, I'd stand in the swirling, frothy shallows with my six inches proudly pointed skywards. But I wasn't the only one. Chris and Josefa had major hardons, too. Was it the excitement of surfing nude? The hot, tropical weather? Or was it the presence of three buck-naked, frolicking teens? I wasn't sure, but it was way cool to be so free and so natural in this totally awesome paradise.

At one stage, Chris and I had caught the same wave. By the time we'd been catapulted toward 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 just 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 of hands and broad, toothy 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 delicate 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 eagerly consumed, we were entertained by a group of 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 muscular 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 danced and wriggled 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." Whoa! I'd never been so eager to get my rocks off in all my life!

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