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 suddenly woke me, though, was something wet touching my balls. I froze in absolute 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 toss a little as if I were still asleep, then raised one knee to allow better access to my nads. My movement, though, caused Chris to pause briefly. To allay any fear of my being awake, I snorted a couple of times to convince him that I was still deep in 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 to the hard part below my hangers and just above my hole. I instinctively knew that he wanted to lick my ass. Then there was a 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 soon pressed against my buns, and his tongue was probing my sensitive rosebud. Damn, it felt wicked! Any fear of my waking must've evaporated from 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 fucking second.

Once again, there was a gentle pressure on my shoulder, so I rolled over onto my back -- still feigning sleep -- but this time lowering my raised knee to the floor while keeping my legs apart. His wet tongue spent some exquisite 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 as he took my groin to new heights of ecstasy.

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 ruined 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, all the while 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. When he paused for a while, 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 and lusted after 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 attempts at successfully holding back my load to prolong his blow job for 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 electrified 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 content to enjoy his faultless attention when the tonguing stopped abruptly. I could feel him moving about between my legs but I wasn't 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. You are mine, now. I want you so badly."

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 at my house -- and he could be fucking thin air and wondering what the hell he was doing. 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." "Jeez!" As words by themselves, they weren't very meaningful, but they carried the obvious and profound message that, such was the intensity of his pleasure, he was completely incapable of verbalizing it at the time.

Eventually, after I was almost sure that 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 but zealous lunge, he collapsed on top of me like a dead weight, totally exhausted. "Oh, Cody," he gasped.

By the time I'd woken just after sunrise, Chris was 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 eyes 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!" the cute, berry-brown, fuzzy-haired kid beamed. "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 pieces 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 after surfacing. "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 and chest. Fucking awesome! Anyway, about last night..."

"Yeah, thanks for that, Cody. I really appreciated it. You were totally fucking 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 new 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 a question I wanted to ask Chris, regardless of Josefa's presence. I opened my mouth and let the fresh slice of juicy mango slide between my lips. Pizza? What the...?

I looked at my surroundings 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'd gotten 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. He was dressed only in his boardshorts, which mysteriously managed to cling to his narrow hips instead of plummeting to his bare feet. "Surf's up, Code. Wanna get your stick?" His grin was as cheeky and infectious as ever, while his long blonde hair hung over his forehead and draped over his muscular, tanned shoulders.

"You know something, Steve?"

"What?"

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

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