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 evidence of a 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 gorgeous crotch.

"Gets to be a habit around here," he laughed, and caused his boner to bounce erotically. "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, man -- 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, luxuriating in its euphoric effect..

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

"OK, OK, alright already. Jeez!"

I repositioned my face in front of his killer 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 veiny 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 pleasantly 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 more obvious 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 concentate 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 his warm, sticky boy juice erupted with a vengeance.

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 desperately 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, after what seemed like a human earthquake, the teengod's body had ceased to shudder.

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

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? Are you kidding?"

"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 expected."

"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 warm 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?" His eyebrows were almost at ceiling height.

"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, Chris. 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 about 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 scene where 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 forehead and rapidly paced the room. "This can't be happening!" Then he retraced his steps and placed his hands on my shoulders while drilling my eyes. "When the hell 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 to face me. "Is that right?"

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

"The what?"

"Listen up, Chris," I sighed, "this is gonna get seriously outa hand. Hug me again while I tell you something." When my friend's arms were around my neck, and mine were 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 'cause 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 after I've returned 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," he chuckled.

"I mix with the wrong fossils."

He moved away from me once more, but kept his hands on my shoulders. "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 fossil, 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 movie 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 damn 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 muscular pec was cupped in my hand. I could feel his heart beating.

"G'night, Chris."

"G'night, Cody."

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Cody's Blue Lagoon Part 5