Kyle walks over and sits down right next to me. He looks me in the eyes with that kind, calm look he often has. I thought he would be angry that the dudes told me the truth about myself without his consent, but he looks more… happy.

“You might’ve felt this before,” says Kyle. “That there’s something different about you, dude. Something unique.”

“I… I don’t know,” I say.

Kyle takes my hand and kisses it. “Jesse… You’re pure. The purest dude in the world. You have a strong heart, full of light. A perfectly healthy relationship with yourself, and no ill will toward anybody else. No anger or jealousy. We need a dude like that in this world. And now… You’re here.”

I think about that for a moment and ask, “Well, what do we do with that? Like I said, we have to get through to Ryan, but I don’t know how.”

Kyle stands up, silhouetted against the golden light of the setting sun, and says, “We have to get to his heart through his dick. That’s the only way.”

“So…” I say, thinking about it as the rest of us stand up, “we’re gonna let him fuck me?”

“We’re all gonna fuck you, dude,” says Kyle, “and try to relate to him on that level. Maybe then we can get somewhere. How’s that sound?”

I chuckle and say, “Sounds good to me, dude.”

“Nice,” says Tyler. “I haven’t had the chance to fuck you yet.”

“I know,” I say, still a little intimidated by the intensity of Tyler’s emo skater-boy vibe, but equally turned on by it. “I want you to fuck me, too.”

“Sick.”

“So how do we rope Ryan into it?” I ask.

“Welp,” says Kyle, “we’ll all just take turns fuckin’ you, and Ryan will hear it and come running. Dude’s predictable.”

“Should prolly do it in the living room though,” says Jake, “so he can hear us.”

“He’s usually in the gym or in his room,” Cody explains.

“Okay,” I say, taking in all this information. “I think this might work.”

“I hope it does,” says Kyle. “We all want Ryan back to being the good, wholesome dude we know we can be.”

I smile and say, “It’ll work. Don’t worry.”

Kyle gives a confident smirk. “Alright, then. Let's head back to the house and fuck you, dude.”

The other dudes cheer as I smile. We pick up our skateboards and start walking out of the skatepark. We walk onto a trail that leads into the jungle. After about a five-minute walk, we get back to the house, arriving on the side closest to the pool. 

David is swimming laps in the pool in a dull green speedo when we arrive. We walk up to the pool, and when David finishes a lap, Kyle goes up to him and taps him. David takes off his matching dull green goggles and smiles at the sight of us. “What's up my dudes?” says David.

“We got a plan for Ryan,” says Kyle. “Where is he?”  

“He's in the gym. It's chest day and he just started, so he'll be in there a while.”

“Good, then he won't know what we're up to.”

David pushes himself up to sit on the edge of the pool. “What’s the plan, dude?”

Kyle crouches next to David and explains the plan: “We’re gonna make Jesse look as good as possible. We’ll need your help in the fashion department. And then we’re gonna hang out in the living room and take turns drillin’ the dude’s ass. We gotta be as loud as possible so Ryan hears us. I know for a fact he’s gonna come and fuck Jesse, but from there we have to figure out how to get the two alone.”

“Hmm,” hums David, his hand on his chin in thought. “It’s a good plan, dude. What if we like…fight over Jesse? Maybe he’ll take him down to his room to be alone with him.”

“It’s a good idea, dude, but we can’t count on it.”

Something hits me as I’m flashing back to Ryan fucking me. I called him “daddy”. He likes that. But what if I say the wrong name on purpose to fuck him up? Aha! “I got an idea!”

“Let’s hear it, dude,” says Kyle.

“What if, when Ryan’s fucking me, I say 'Daddy Alex'? That might fuck him up."

This idea catches all the dudes off-guard. “That might just work, my dude,” says Kyle. He smirks and tousles my hair, to which I smile. “Good job, Jesse. Alright, so we have our plan.”

“Wait,” says David, “what if that scares him away?”

“Hm, good point,” I say. “What if I say… ‘I love you’?”

“That’ll fuck him up,” says Jake. “Dude doesn’t hear that often.”

“Yeah,” says Cody.

“Might be the move,” says Tyler.

We all turn to Kyle, who thinks on it for a moment… And finally says, “Yeah, I think that’s the right thing to do. Now we have our plan. David, you get Jesse dressed. The rest of us… I guess let’s play Mario Kart ‘til Jesse’s ready.”

The dudes celebrate with proclamations like “Eyy!” and “Let’s go!”, and we head inside. I follow David down to his room while the rest of the dudes go to the living room. When we get to David’s room, he asks, “What are ya thinking for your outfit, dude?”

“Hm,” I hum as I think. “I definitely wanna wear jeans with flip-flops. That’s got a lotta ‘dude’ energy.”

“Fuck yeah, dude.” David opens the pants drawer on his dresser and pulls out a pair of light-wash jeans. He hands them to me. “What about underwear?”

“Boxers. Definitely boxers.”

“Okay, bro.” David gets me a pair of plain white boxers. “And for the shirt… How about a plain white tanktop?”

“Yeah, that works. Gotta be tight as can be, though.”

“For sure.” David grabs me an extra small white tanktop and hands it to me. As I slip out of my red short-shorts and into the boxers, David goes to his closet and gets out a pair of sand-colored canvas flipflops. He presents them to me as I put the jeans on and asks, “How about these?”

“Yeah dude, those are cool.” I accept them, put them on, and then slip on the skin-tight white tanktop. I look down and admire how the sand-colored flip flops contrast my skinny tanned feet, and the way the white tanktop hugs my abs and contrasts my skinny-ripped tanned arms. I look at David and ask, “How do I look?”

David takes a step back to look at me and says “Lookin’ good, dude, but you’re missing one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“A backwards hat.”

“Oh, fuck yeah, dude,” I say. David goes to the closet again and brings out a plain gray cap. He hands it to me, I put it on backwards and ask. “Okay, how about now?”

David smiles and says, “You’re ready to go, my dude.”

“Nice.”

“But wait, lemme get a picture first!”

“Yeah!”

David grabs his camera off his dresser and points it at me. “Strike a pose, dude.”

Instinctively, I stick out my tongue and put up a “surf’s up” hand gesture, thumb and pinky out. David snaps a full-body picture of me. The polaroid comes out of the camera. David shakes it and we look at it together. “Eyy!” I say. “Looks good.”

“Yeah,” David agrees. He sets down his camera and tacks the polaroid to his picture board. “Alright, let’s go.”

David and I go down to the living room to join the other dudes: Kyle, Cody, Jake and Tyler. They’re playing Super Smash Bros. The sun is very low now. It’s dusk. We play Smash for a while, and the whole time I’m getting beaten in it by the other dudes, which actually makes me hard; this feeling of getting dominated by a bunch of dudes. 

Eventually Jake, who’s sitting next to me, notices I’m getting hard. He smirks, reaches over and feels up my dick above my pants and says, “Yeah, you like being a little bitch, don’t ya, dude?”

I shudder a bit and say, “Yeah, Jake, I do.” I take his big, powerful hand in my own and look into his brown eyes. We lean in toward each other and start making out. He puts his hand on the side of my face, tousles my hair a bit, and I shudder again. Meanwhile Tyler, who’s on the other side of me, reaches under my tanktop and starts feeling me up. My back, my hips, my abs. He starts kissing the back of my neck as I make out with Jake, and pretty soon Tyler reaches into my pants and grabs my firm dick, only making it harder. I’m filled with so much ecstasy that I have to stop making out with Jake for a second to let out a little moan. I open my eyes and turn around to face him. He looks up at me with those piercing silver-blue eyes and I say, “Oh, Tyler.” He smirks.

Kyle and Cody get up from the loveseat they’ve been sitting on and come over to us. David gets up from his chair and comes over too. All three of those dudes proceed to strip, not slowly or seductively. Rather, it’s more quick and unceremonious, in that dudely “Let’s get to fuckin’ “ type of way. “ I watch with a sense of wonder as all three of these gorgeous, masculine men start jacking off right in front of me. 

Jake takes off my tanktop while Tyler unbuckles my belt and pulls down my jeans and boxers. I chuckle at this and slip my feet out of my flip-flops, letting my jeans fall all the way off. My body is fully exposed now, but I’m still wearing the backwards hat, which maintains my “dude” vibes. Jake and Tyler get up. As Tyler joins the other dudes in jackin’ off, Jake coaxes me to flip around so that I’m on my knees on the couch, facing the back of it. “I’m gonna fuck ya first, dude,” says Jake.

“Okay,” I say, my voice going a little high-pitched. Jake spits on his fingers and smacks my ass, his fat middle finger landing right on my crack, the tip on my hole. “Mmm,” I hum, and I press my hole onto his finger, swallowing him with my ass. He starts to finger me, getting my hole primed and ready. After a little while he slowly pulls his finger out and slides his big fat cock in. “Oh Jake!” I cry out. He smacks my ass again. And finally he puts his hands on my waist and fucks me.

He fucks me for a good long while, slamming deep into me, grunting. He gets faster, harder, grunts deeper. And eventually he busts inside me, filling my insides with cum that I can feel oozing out of my hole.

As he slides out of me, I look back to see who’s gonna fuck me next. Jake high-fives Tyler, who’s jacking off, and says, “Fuck that fuckin’ bitch, dude.” He slaps Tyler’s ass as he makes his way to the back of the line, still hard and jacking off.

Tyler’s dick is longer and slightly skinnier than Jake’s, but with a big shiny pink head that gets me excited. He slides inside me smoothly, my ass already lubed up with Jake’s cum. He fucks me more elegantly than Jake does. More of a flow to it. Not so animalistic. It’s a nice change of pace, and I’m starting to recognize the vibes of each dude, not just by how they look and act, but by how they fuck.

Tyler fucks me slowly and smoothly the whole time, even when he gets hard and ready to cum. He busts inside me too. As his hot dude-juice oozes out of me, he slides out. Now it’s another dude’s turn.

By this point I’m rock-solid. What surprises me is that Kyle and David grab me. Kyle by my shoulders, and David by my waist. They turn me to the side, so that I’m on my knees across the couch instead of up it. David gets behind me. Kyle and Cody get in front of me, their pinkish-tan dicks wagging in my face. 

As David starts to fuck me with his fat dick, I open my mouth wide and stick my tongue out. I glance between Cody and Kyle’s bright eyes as they tap their tips on my tongue. I can taste the sweet, sweet pre-cum of their hard dicks. They spit in their hands and start jacking off, their tips bouncing on my tongue. At this point I’m really tempted to start jacking myself off but I restrain myself. I don’t wanna cum before Ryan gets to me.

Speak of the devil, I notice Ryan coming around behind Kyle and Cody. He’s completely naked except for sand-colored flip-flops and a matching backwards hat. He’s jacking his big, tan, hard veiny cock. I shudder at the sight of him and utter the word, “Daddy.”

David pulls out of me. Cody and Kyle step away from my mouth. I turn around and watch as Ryan–the hottest dude ever–gets behind me and grabs my ass. A cheek in each hand. He spits on my hole, then on his dick. Without any warm-up or foreplay, he slides his dick inside me. He fits my hole like a glove and gets me moaning immediately. “Oh, daddy! Oh, fuck me daddy!”

Ryan shoves my face down on the plush back of the couch. My face remains buried in darkness as he fucks me. My mouth leaking drool onto the couch. I can hear the other dudes jacking off through Ryan’s grunts as he slams into me over and over and over and over…

This goes on for a while before I realize I’m jacking off, and Ryan’s letting me. Maybe he’s changed a little already. I look up and back into Ryan’s brilliant brown eyes. “Ohh, daaaddy. Fuck me, Daddy Ryan.” But then I remember what I’m supposed to say. My mind is a little fuzzy as I leak precum and Ryan slams into me, but I remember the plan just well enough to execute it. And as I start cumming I panic. My mind races but the thought breaks through:

“Oh! Oh fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me! FUCK me, Daddy Alex! I love you, Daddy Alex!”

Ryan goes soft immediately. Just as we were getting close too. I see fear in his eyes. He looks around at all the dudes. His expression turns from fear to emotional pain. And we can all tell he feels betrayed. Intruded upon. Without a single word, he marches out of the living room.

“I think you just broke somethin’ in him, dude,” says Tyler.

“Yeah dude,” I say, feeling conflicted between victory and guilt. “I think I did.”