Cold. Dark. Nothingness…

But after some time, I start to feel a tendril of warmth caressing my cheek from above and soon spreading down across my skin to the rest of my body. I catch a glimmer of light from the source of the warmth. I look up, and the darkness starts to give way to what looks like sunlight twinkling on the surface of clear turquoise water. I realize then that I’m in a tropical ocean. I use my arms and legs, which are now enraptured in a comforting warmth, to swim toward the surface.

I reach the top and emerge, my head and shoulders breaching the surface of the water. I rub some salty drops from my eyes and look around. Take in the sights around me. The orange-gold glow of sunset. The water is clear as glass with the subtlest hints of turquoise and teal. Colorful, tropical fish flitter about in this pastel reef. Seagulls screech as they fly overhead. I can smell and taste the salt of the seawater. I smile at all these pleasant sensory perceptions, but then I’m caught off-guard by a wave splashing over me from my left. This makes me tumble back down underwater. Once I get my bearings, I spot someone surfing by on the wave that just crashed down on me.

I re-emerge on the surface, and I can see clearly now that it’s a skinny, tan, blond dude in yellow boardshorts on a pastel pink surfboard. He rides out the wave and turns back to face me. He lies down on his board, and, now that there are no waves coming, he paddles over to me.

“Sup dude?” he asks as he sits up on his board, showing off his perfect white teeth with a smile. His voice is smooth but slightly raspy, with all the flow and charisma of a typical surfer dude. But I almost don’t even hear him, as I’m distracted by how cute he is. About twenty years old, bright blue eyes, medium shaggy bleach-blond hair, petite nose, and an adorable spattering of freckles on his face. He's also just skinny enough that his abs and chest are defined. His dirty blond eyelashes twinkle with moisture, a silver hoop earring shimmers in his right ear, and a shark tooth necklace stands out as bright white against his vibrant tan chest.

After checking him out for a few seconds, I smile back and say, “Hey, how’s it going?” I ask. I notice my voice sounds a lot like his, but cleaner, without any rasp in it.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

“Uh, Jesse, I think,” I respond. I can’t quite remember.

“Nice. I’m Cody.”

“Cody…” I say with a sense of wonder. Perfect name for a hot surfer dude…

Cody scratches the back of his head, clearly a little nervous about this awkward encounter. “Um… Wanna come back to the island with me, dude?” he asks.

“Island?” I ask.

“Yeah, dude. It's my home. It's called Dude Island.” He points past me with a skinny hand, but I can tell his hands are powerful by their slightly fat but solid fingertips. I follow with my eyes, and I’m delighted to see a nearby tropical paradise of an island, only about a hundred feet away. On the beach is a shirtless, barefoot dude in baggy purple Aladdin-style pants and a backwards purple hat doing yoga.

“Fuck yeah, dude,” I say with gusto. “Let’s go.”

“Okay, cool!” says Cody. “Hop on my board, dude.” He lies back down and extends a hand to me. I take it and feel the warm, solid strength of his hand come together with my own in a firm grip. With Cody’s help, I get up onto the board and lay down on top of him. It’s then that I realize… I’m completely naked.

I blush at this fact, but I assume Cody doesn't mind as he feels my wet, naked privates against his plump yet firm little boardshorts-covered butt. My dick wiggles a bit at the excitement of this contact, but I take a deep breath and calm myself down as Cody paddles us to shore. 

When we arrive, we grind to a halt in the sand. I get up off Cody, who gets off his board and picks it up. I marvel at this white sand beach, sparkling in the light of sunset. It extends in either direction as far as the eye can see, and about a hundred feet from the water is a jungle lined with palm trees. 

In the shade of a palm tree is that dude I saw doing yoga. As Cody and I walk up to him, it becomes clear he's a few years older than Cody, a few inches taller and gently tanned, with a lanky, toned yoga body. This makes sense, as he's doing yoga. He's currently in tree pose, eyes closed with a gentle smile on his angular face. His whole body is tense and dripping with sweat. He has curly, dirty blond hair curving out in the back from under his purple backwards hat. He has a silver hoop earring, slightly thicker and larger than Cody's gold one.

He steps out of tree pose and into a normal standing position on his drug-rug-style mat. As he moves, I notice an elastic nature to his abs. They're firm and defined, yet flexible. I also notice his tight calves which glisten with golden blond hair, as well as somewhat long, boney but sturdy feet, and an ankle bracelet strung with shells and beads around his left ankle. But when he opens the eyes above his strong, pierced nose, that's when I truly fall in love with his beauty. He has light teal hunter's eyes that have a fiery intensity, but also kindness and wisdom beyond his years.

This young man gives a confident smirk and says, “Sup dude?” His voice has the same raspiness and flow of Cody's voice, but a little lower, with a bit more bass in it.

“Suppp?” I say, lowering my voice and dragging it out to sound cool and nonchalant.

“Kyle,” says the dude, and he extends a big tanned hand toward me.

“Jesse,” I reply as we shake. It's a firm handshake on both our parts, and I can feel the roughness of callouses on his fingertips. Dude probably plays guitar, I think to myself, and at that simple thought my dick wiggles a little again.

“Alright, let’s go,” says Kyle as he crouches and wraps up his yoga mat. He slips on a pair of sand-colored canvas flip flops that were sitting beside the mat. He starts walking up a trail that leads into the jungle.

“Where are we going?” I ask as Cody and I follow him.

“Back to the house, dude,” says Cody.

“House?”

“Yeah,” Kyle answers. “So what happened, dude? You just came out of the ocean?”

“Um…” I try to remember. “Yeah, that’s all I remember. Before that, it’s a little fuzzy.”

“Interesting,” says Kyle. He pulls a joint and a yellow Bic lighter from his pocket. Lights up the joint, hits it and hands it to Cody, who coughs a bit as he smokes. 

Cody goes to hand it to me, but I shake my head and say, “I don’t know if I should.”

“Dude, lighten up,” says Kyle. “You’re on fuckin’ Dude Island. You’re tellin’ me you’re not gonna smoke weed on Dude Island, bro?”

I chuckle a little and say, “Alright, why not?” I accept the joint from Cody and go to hit it, but the fire is out so it doesn’t pull. “Oh shit, it went out.”

“Here ya go,” says Kyle. He hands me the lighter, and I thank him. I light up the joint, hit it and cough like crazy, seemingly wasting all the smoke. I hand the joint back to Kyle.

The weed takes effect, and fast. I feel any microscopic senses of tension, fear or doubt in my mind drift away. It’s then that I begin to appreciate the feeling of being naked, walking through the woods with these two hot dudes. The hard, dusty ground beneath my bare feet. The vibrance of the lush green jungle. The colorful flowers. The songs of tropical birds lilting through the air. “Whoa,” I say, feeling a dreamlike state of mind setting in. 

Kyle coughs out some smoke from his current puff as he cracks up laughing. He hands the joint to Cody, turns to me and says, “Yeah, I think one puff’s enough for you, li’l bro.”

I giggle at that and begin to wonder at something, so I ask, “What are we gonna do when we get back to the house?”

“Personally,” says Cody, “I wanna sixty-nine the shit outta you, if that’s chill.”

“Fuck yeah, dude,” I say, and Cody and I check each other out. He has a dreamy look in his bright blue eyes. We stare at each other for quite some time as we walk… Until eventually Kyle interjects with, “Alright, alright, save it for the sex lounge, my dudes.”

“Sex lounge?” I ask.

“Yeah,” says Cody. “You’ll see. We’re almost back to the house… Actually, that’s it up there.”

Cody points up ahead to a clearing in the trail just around a bend. Once we’ve rounded the bend, the house and everything surrounding it comes to clarity: 

It’s a faded pastel pink house on the beach, but we’re behind it. Behind the backyard, in fact. In the backyard is a deck, the steps of which lead down to a patio with a grill. Beside the patio is a large rectangular swimming pool with a diving board and a hot tub attached. But in the backyard proper, in the middle of the vast flat grassy area, is a hexagonal wooden area with a teal carpet and six pink couches arranged in a hexagon around a large, circular wooden coffee table.

There is a brown-haired dude in a grey Speedo practising his dives in the pool, and there are two dark-haired skater-looking dudes–a larger one fucking a skinnier one–on one of the couches. Kyle runs over to the pool and talks to the swimmer dude. Meanwhile, Cody spanks my ass and laughs as he runs over to one of the couches. As I laugh back and walk over to Cody, I take note of six standing full-body mirrors around the sex lounge. Curious, I walk over and look into one of them. I gasp at the reflection that greets me.

A dude the same age as Cody--about twenty–with brilliant light blue eyes that are a little larger,  more innocent, and slightly farther apart than Cody's. My nose is a bit more petite than his, too, and my lips more supple. My face is perfectly clean-shaven, without even a hint of stubble or peach fuzz. Smooth, vibrant tan skin over a skinny physique that shows a noticeable hint of muscles beneath. Puffy forearms that, at their thickest, are wider than my solid little biceps. Broad, boney shoulders and a slender waist. A flat, firm chest with nice definition on the outer edges and in the pec line. Beneath my little pecs, I have a flat, subtly shredded eight-pack with a tight little outtie bellybutton.

Meanwhile, above my pecs and thin neck, my head is adorned with a wavy,  bleach blond mane that reaches almost down to my shoulders. As if all of that wasn't enough, I lower my gaze to my dick, which is about seven inches long and two inches thick while completely flaccid. No body hair or tanlines either, aside from my bleach blond leg hair and armpit hair. My whole body has a consistently vibrant, unbroken tan. That includes my hands and feet, which are skinny and veiny with the plumpness of strength in the fingertips and toe tips. As I take in all the details of my body, all I can say is a simple whisper: “Perfect.”

Wha-CHUH! A slap on my ass shocks me. And I can see who it was in the mirror as Cody puts his arm around me. “Dont get cocky, dude,” he says, which makes me giggle as I stare at us two sexy, beachy blond dudes in the mirror. He plants a big, wet kiss on my cheek and takes my hand. “Come on, dude, let's fuckin’ do it.”

Hand in hand, Cody and I walk over to a couch and lay down on it, head-to-dick for both of us. I notice Cody has a slightly smaller dick than me. About six inches long while flaccid, but that's okay with me. It’s plenty big enoughI spit on this smooth, pinkish-tan dick and take it into my mouth. It slides in and out with ease. Meanwhile, he works on my own cock, making it tingle and grow with pleasure. Pretty soon we're both at attention and locked into a steady rhythm of sixty-nine surfer dude action. My pleasure grows, and I notice that Cody’s does too, because it’s growing and hardening right inside my wet, drooling mouth.

After a while, I can hear other dudes fucking, too. I look around and see that Kyle is fucking the swimmer dude, who is tanned, broad-shouldered, and lean, with smooth, rounded muscles. He also has light hazel eyes, which express the utmost innocent happiness as he bites his lower lip with his big, bright white upper teeth. His ‘90s-style curtains of brown hair, tinged with subtle honey-blond highlights, bounce as Kyle fucks him.

I look over at another couch, and there’s two relatively pale dudes: one larger one with short but shaggy dark brown hair and dull brown eyes, fucking a dude who’s even skinnier than Cody or myself. The skinny dude is paper-white, with messy spikes of black emo hair, tons of piercings and tattoos, silver-blue eyes and the most skinny-shredded abs I’ve ever seen. I notice another dude, too. He’s coming out of the house and onto the deck through a sliding glass door. And he might be the most traditionally handsome dude I’ve ever seen:

About six feet tall, almost as tan as me, built like an action figure, and his body clean-shaven. Decently sized, rock-solid muscles with a hint of veins. Not quite a bodybuilder. More like a well-rounded athlete. He’s shirtless, showing off his large pecs, large nipples, and robust six-pack abs. He wears tight-ish straight-cut jeans that are ripped at the knees, with just a hint of pinstriped boxers above the belted pants. On his feet he wears brown leather flip-flops, and on his head–striking with a strong jaw, great symmetry, light brown eyes, thick eyebrows, and clean-cut medium-brown hair–is a beige backwards hat. He looks to be about Kyle's age. Maybe twenty-three or twenty-four, but his eyes lack the wisdom of Kyle's. Instead, as he walks over, these intense light brown eyes express only an animalistic lust for dominance.

My mouth is so agape at the sight of this dude that Cody's dick falls out. He takes note of this, stops sucking my dick—which is rock-solid—and looks at me, curious as to why I've stopped sucking. Cody follows my gaze over to this older dude. The ultimate gym bro, by the looks of him.

I'm able to tear my eyes away from him

“Who's that?” I ask.

“That's Ryan,” says Cody. “Biggest douchebag on the island. Prolly gonna want his dick sucked.”

“By who?”

“By you, dude,” says Cody as he leans over and pokes my chest.

“Me? Why me?”

“‘Cause you’re the new dude, and you’re the hottest one here.”

“I don’t know,” I say, looking down. “I think Ryan might be–”

And then I see Ryan’s strong, tan flip-flopped feet step into view on the teal carpet of the sex lounge. I slowly look up. He’s mostly silhouetted against the light of the setting orange sun, but as I stare at him my eyes adjust, and clear-as-day I can see the smug, cocky expression on his face. He’s “that dude” and he knows it, but his light brown eyes burn with the desire to make sure I know it, too.

Ryan reaches down with big, strong hands and thick forearms—I just now notice he’s wearing a few silver rings, including a sparkling pinky ring, as well as a brown leather watch. And with those hands, he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. He pulls down his boxers, and out flops the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen:

Two and a half inches thick, nine inches long, almost perfectly cylindrical but for the slight upward curve, because this dude is rock-solid right now. Perfectly smooth, light-tan skin on it. Not a hint of red or pink anywhere. And the head is pleasantly bulbous. Just a little wider around than the shaft. And the perfectly little vertical oval-shaped hole is seeping with pre-cum.

“Well,” says Ryan with a deep, smooth, masculine voice, “You gonna stare at it, or are you gonna fuckin suck it, dude?”

As drool drips from my mouth, all I can find myself able to say is, “Daddy,” and I start sucking his cock, my mouth already lubed up from all the drool. I’m staring at his rock-hard lower abs when he smacks me on the cheek.

I look up at him, and he says, “Look at me when you’re gettin’ me off, dude.”

“Mhm,” I hum as I keep sucking… And sucking… And sucking… And with my wet lips around this perfect man’s perfect cock, all I can think is: This must be Heaven.

Ryan puts his hands on the sides of my head and starts thrusting. For a little while it’s an awkward back-and-forth of him thrusting, him forcing my head down onto his dick, and me actively sucking. Eventually we fall into a smooth flow of all three things happening at once. He gets harder and harder until he’s rock-solid. And the whole time, I’m staring my bright blue eyes up into his light brown ones. We are locked-in as though we are one soul, together in lust. I can’t even see any other dudes now. Just Ryan.

I’m getting hard, too, so I start tugging on my dick, but Ryan smacks my hands away. “Fuck your dick, dude,” says Ryan. “It’s all about me now. It’s all about Daddy Ryan.” But that only makes me even harder. And it makes me want to suck even more. I want all this cocky douchebag’s cum in my mouth, trickling down down my throat. 

I do, however, find something to do with my hands. I reach around and, with each hand, grab one of Ryan’s big, plump, firm ass cheeks and pull him into me. This makes Ryan shudder and look up, breaking eye contact with me. But I keep looking up at him. He looks back down at me, his eyes different. They’ve lost their intensity and he’s fallen into a trance. He grunts and groans a bit. And more… And more… And more still until he yanks his dick out of my mouth and jacks himself off. I look up at him with my innocent eyes and my mouth wide open, tongue out. He jacks more and more until… He busts! His big hard cock blasts rope after rope of thick, hot white cum all over my face. I close my eyes so none gets in them, and I just revel in the shower of Daddy’s cum all over me. Warm, gooey, and when some of it gets in my mouth I can tell it’s sweet and salty too.

I open my eyes and look up at Ryan. And although he seems to be the dom in this situation, I feel as though I have some control over him. Like my beauty gives me power. In this moment I realize, perhaps I’m some mystical demon-twink who can bring down even the strongest of men. Like the sirens of old. 

As Ryan breathes heavily, I see a weak but knowing look in his eyes. Like he knows that I know the power I have over him. He almost looks uncomfortable, which makes me a tad uncomfortable. Nonetheless, he manages a cocky smirk and a little smack on my cum-covered cheek. He proceeds to lick his own cum off his thumb as he chuckles, pulls up his pants and boxers, and buckles his belt. He walks away. The other dudes are chatting, but my eyes are on Ryan the whole time. As he enters the kitchen and closes the sliding door, he takes one last glance at me, and then disappears inside. All I can think in that moment is, What the fuck did I just do?

Kyle gets up, wearing only purple-and-green plaid boxers, and walks over to me. “You okay, dude?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Let’s go sit on the beach,” he says.

“Yeah,” I say while managing a gentle smile. “I’d like that.”

I walk with Kyle. He grabs his yoga mat, his lighter and a pack of cigarettes from the couch he’d been sitting on, and we walk across the backyard, toward the beach in front of the house. 

Kyle lights up a cigarette and says, “Ryan’s a fuckin’ douchebag. He might be a good fuck, but on more than one occasion I’ve caught him jackin’ off to his own reflection in the mirror.”

“Seems kinda cocky,” I admit.

“And he never wants to do anything other than work out in the gym and fuck. That’s like his whole existence. Shit’s gross.” 

We reach the beach in front of the house. The sun is down now, and stars are starting to twinkle to life in the dark blue sky. Kyle lays out the yoga mat, sits down and pats it, indicating for me to join him. I sit down next to him and admire his masculine beauty. And he seems intelligent and well-rounded in life, too, which is even more alluring. We sit for a while, just admiring the stars and the relaxing sounds of the waves crashing on the beach…

“Did he let you cum?” asks Kyle.

“Huh?”

“Did he let you jack yourself off while you were sucking his dick?”

“Oh… No. He said it was all about him.”

“Sounds about right…” Kyle punches the yoga mat and says, “Fuckin’ douchebag, dude.”

Kyle’s anger scares me a little, but also turns me on. And I just have to ask: “Would you let me cum?”

“Fuck yeah, dude, Sex is supposed to be about more than one person enjoying themselves. Not just one person.”

“Hm… Would you…fuck me?” I look Kyle in his beautiful teal hunter’s eyes. 

He takes on a mischievous grin and says, “Yeah, dude. I’d fuck you.”

I take Kyle’s free hand, as his cigarette burns in the other. “Kyle… I want you…”

Kyle looks a little taken aback, but he says, “I want you too, dude.” Only this time, his voice is soft and tender.

We look each other up and down, both a bit bashful. I notice I’m still holding his hand. I place it on my cheek, and he keeps it there. His hands are rough, just how I like them. With his other hand, he puts out his cigarette in the sand and then starts to caress my already-hard dick. He leans forward. We close our eyes and kiss, our lips soft and wet. He stops for a second to spit on his hand, and then we continue making out as he jerks me off slowly.

I lean back–and Kyle leans with me–until I’m laying on my back on the yoga mat. I open my eyes and stop kissing just long enough to pull Kyle’s boxers off. He helps me with that and gets down on the yoga mat beside me. Now side-by-side, Kyle and I make out gently–no teeth involved, just lips and tongues–while we jack each other off. With my free hand, I play with Kyle’s hair a little, and then caress his neck. I keep moving my hand down. Across his flat, firm chest and onto his ripped little abs. I tickle him a little.

We stop making out again as we giggle. I lean in close to his ear and whisper, “I need you, Kyle. I need you inside me.”

Kyle shudders, his eyes rolling back in his head, and he whispers back, “Fuuuck, dude, I need that too.”

“I’m all yours, Daddy,” I say as I raise my legs up until my ankles are resting on his rippling shoulders.

“Don’t call me ‘Daddy’,” says Kyle, looking down at me with a sultry look in his eyes. He spits on two of his fingers and says, “Call me ‘dude’.” He then proceeds to massage my butthole.

“Fuuuck, dude,” I groan.

“You like that?”

“Yeah, dude.”

Kyle massages my butthole for a while with one hand while he jacks me off with the other. Eventually, he slides both fingers in and stretches me open. This sends a tingle of lust throughout my whole body. He stops jacking me off and spits on that hand. And then jacks himself off just enough to wet his dick. And then he slides it inside. I feel the little stretch in my sphincter from the head, and as he enters me, I feel all seven rock-solid inches. Another tingle runs through my body, this one crisper and more intense. My brow furrows, and I start to drool.

“Ohh, Kyle.”

“Jesse…”  Kyle’s brow is furrowed too. He goes hands-free, putting his hands on either side of me, as in a push-up position. And he fucks me as I jack myself off, my feet by his ears, my ass a couple inches off the yoga mat. We stare each other in the eyes.

Unlike getting face-fucked by Ryan, this doesn’t feel primal. It feels romantic. Kyle is careful with each thrust to hit my g-spot just right. And we fall into tantric, almost spiritual sex as he fucks me. This goes on for a few minutes, and I can feel myself getting close.

“Oh Kyle. Kyle!”

“Jesse. Fuck, dude.”

I can read the signs that Kyle’s getting close, too. His contorted facial expression, the hardness of his dick, and the growing intensity of his thrusts. But I don’t want him to cum yet. Not without me. This feels special, and it has to end right. “Cum with me, Kyle!” I shout.

“Dude! Dude! Oh, you’re so fuckin’ hot, dude, I’m gonna bust.”

With my free hand I touch Kyle’s rock-solid abs, which flex and become even more solid with each thrust of his hips. I bite my lip as I stare up at him with big, innocent eyes. I then lock my ankles behind his head and he really starts going at it on my asshole.

“Oh Kyle! Kyle–Kyle–Kyle–Kyle–Kyle–”

We fall into a mindless trance as we stare deep into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily. Suddenly, with a shaky “J–Jesse!” from Kyle, we both bust. Me all over my abs, and Kyle deep inside me. 

His thrusting slows down until he stops completely. We keep staring at each other and start smiling as he eases his dick out of me. He leans down and licks the cum bit by bit off my abs. We giggle at this. Kyle gets behind me and wraps his arms around me. As we snuggle, I can feel our hearts beating as one, our rates decelerating. Our breathing slows.

As I drift away to sleep, I think about how this sex session was completely different from sucking Ryan’s dick. That was a power struggle, but this… This felt like love. And my last thought as the dark of sleep takes me is: Now this. THIS is Heaven.