Jake and David bust all over me. Jake all over my asscheeks, and David all over my face. All three of us are breathing heavily as I flip over and lie down on my back, smiling and coated in that sweet, warm dude-juice. Jake and David laugh as they put their clothes back on, and from what I can hear, it sounds like they get on their bikes and ride away, chatting. Once I capture my breath, I sit up and see that, yes, they’re gone. I go over to the lake and step in. I wade all the way in, the warm water comforting my naked body as I wash off the sand and cum.

I take a deep breath, stare at the sparkling waterfall and revel in this paradise I’ve found myself in. But I do feel a little lonely, now that Jake and David have left me. At that thought, however, I notice two other dudes coming from the forest. As they approach the lake, I can see that it’s Kyle and Cody. Kyle’s in purple-and-yellow-striped boardshorts, and Cody’s in baby-pink boardshorts. Kyle holds a white surfboard and a baby-blue one, while Cody holds a yellow one. Kyle also has a tan shoulder-bag over his shoulder.

“Hey!” I shout with a smile, waving to them.

“Sup dude?” says Cody. “Wanna surf with us?”

“Yeah, sure,” I say. I swim over to the edge of the lake and step out of it. I slip on my baby-blue speedo and matching flip-flops. Kyle hands me the matching surfboard, and I follow them over to yet another jungle trail.

“I saw Jake and David walking away from here just now,” says Kyle. “Did they fuck you, dude?”

“Yeah,” I say, a little bashful, but smiling. “I liked it.”

“Nice!” says Cody. “I like those dudes.”

“Me too,” I say.

“Yeah, they’re solid dudes,” says Kyle. “David’s the happy-go-lucky type that goes along with anything. Jake… He’s a bit of a hardass and a smartass, but the dude’s got his head on straight.”

I think about everything Kyle just said and reply honestly with, “Yeah, I can agree with all that.”

“I do wanna try to sixty-nine with you again, dude,” says Cody. “Fuckin’ Ryan had to ruin it.”

“I know, I wanna try that again too. Or maybe…” And I think about my place on Dude Island. That I’m the dude who gets fucked. But Cody seems like the type of dude who would let me fuck him.

“Whatcha thinkin’, dude?” asks Cody.

“Could I fuck you? Like… You be the bitch?”

“Fuck yeah, dude,” says Cody. “That’d be sick.”

“Cool shit,” says Kyle, “but save that for later, my dudes. For now, we surf.”

We arrive at the end of the trail, which leads us onto a beach. A beach far from the house. It looks like the one where I first met Cody and Kyle yesterday, so it’s fitting that we’re about to surf here. Only this time, we’ve got the whole day ahead of us. The sun is directly overhead, so it’s about noon. Only a few beautiful, puffy clouds in the sky, and a slight breeze on this hot summer day.

Kyle takes off his shoulder bag and sets it down. I take off my flip flops and head out to the water with my dudes, Cody and Kyle. We put our boards in the water and lay down on them. We paddle out, sit up and wait for some decent waves. While we sit, I notice someone running on the beach, out from beyond the trees. It takes me a second, but then I realize it’s Ryan, looking as tan and shredded as ever, glistening with a coating of sweat. He’s wearing a red speedo, black running shoes, long white socks, a white backwards hat, and black headphones.

“Pfft, Ryan,” Cody scoffs.

“Yeah,” says Kyle. “Dude usually goes for a run around this time, dressed like that to show off. But he’s so dumb he doesn’t realize none of us wanna get fucked by him anymore.”

“Does he ever bottom?” I ask.

“Nah,” says Cody. “Not since… Well, Kyle, maybe you should tell him. After all, you knew Alex, and I really didn’t.”

“Alex? Who’s Alex?”

Kyle sighs. “Maybe I’ll tell ya after surfing, my dude.” I stare at Ryan for a while, wondering who Alex is, and exactly what happened in the past… Kyle startles me by putting a hand on my shoulder and saying, “Come on dude, let's surf.”

“Okay,” I say.

We start surfing, hitting some decent waves, and at first I can't stop wondering about Ryan and Alex, but once Ryan disappears from sight, I start to enjoy myself a little more. The waves start getting bigger, too, ranging from ten to twenty feet. After a while I forget what I was even thinking about before. Kyle, Cody and I smile at each other often as we surf, and by the time we're exhausted and paddle back to the beach, it feels like only a few minutes have passed. But as we paddle I look up and see that the sun has arched noticeably through the sky. Shadows are getting a little longer. I'm guessing it's about 2 or 3 pm. We reach the beach, smiling and laughing with joy. We take our surfboards out of the water and set them on the sand. We each sit on our respective boards. Kyle reaches into his bag and brings out a joint and his yellow lighter. This sight and the earthy smell of weed brings only more joy to me.

Kyle lights up the joint and hits it. Hands it to Cody and says, “So Jesse, ya wanted to know about Alex, right?”

“Yeah,” I say. After Cody hits the joint, I accept it and hit it.

I hand the joint back to Kyle, who says, “Well, all of us here on Dude Island were created within the past two years by a dude named Alex. He's a little older than all of us, prolly about thirty now. First to be created was me and Ryan.” Kyle hits the joint, and as he hands it to Cody he continues: “We were fully-formed twenty-two-year-old dudes, capable of walking, talking, thinking. Real people. But Alex… He said he created us because he was lonely, and wanted some dudes to fuck. He taught us all about fuckin’.”

“Dude, let me get the joint,” says Cody.

“My bad, dude,” says Kyle, who hands the joint to Cody. “Anyway, Alex taught us all about fuckin’. Usually the way it went was, he would fuck Ryan while Ryan was fuckin’ me. It was a chill dynamic. Ryan was his favorite though. Pretty soon he made more dudes. Kai, Koa, Josh, Zack and Kevin. You haven't met them yet. They left. But then he made David, Jake, Tyler, Cody, and finally you, dude.”

I hit the joint–which only has a couple puffs left in it–and pass it to Kyle. As he hits it I ask, “What happened to Alex and all those other dudes?”

“They left,” says Kyle. “Alex went off to find some magic rock. Supposedly if two dudes in pure love cum on it at the same time, it'll produce a dude with both their genes, and both their love. The perfect dude. Sounds stupid, I know. But Alex believed in it. So he set off to find it, and the other dudes went off to find Alex, because they miss him. That was about a year ago.” Kyle puts out the stub of a joint in the sand. “We all miss Alex sometimes. And Ryan… He's been coping the worst with it.”

“Hmm…” I hum. “Why don't we go find Alex? Since you guys miss him so much.”

Kyle sighs and says, “I dunno, lil bro. Those other dudes tried to find him, and we never heard from them again. Basically… We're scared. We don't know what's out there in the world.”

“Maybe there's more dudes,” I say.

“Maybe,” says Kyle, “but it's safest just to stay here, on Dude Island.”

“Yeah dude,” says Cody, “at least here we have each other.”

“Hmm,” I hum again, disappointed.

“Don’t be sad, dude,” says Cody. “How ‘bout ya fuck me? That might cheer ya up.”

Just the thought of that does, indeed, cheer me up. “Alright, dude.”

Kyle chuckles and says, “Welp, I’ll leave you guys to it. I’ll go see what the other dudes are doing.” He gets up, grabs his surfboard and his bag, and walks away.

Cody and I are left to stare at each other. We look each other up and down, basking in each other’s blond, tan, blue-eyed, skinny-ripped surfer dude energy. We begin to smile. I go over to Cody’s surfboard and sit in front of him. “Sup dude?” I say.

“Hey,” says Cody. 

I lean forward and begin to kiss him on the lips. He leans back slowly until he’s lying down on his surfboard, and we start making out. I rest my left forearm to his side, and with my right hand I caress his face and play with his hair while we make out. And as our crotches begin to touch, I can feel his dick hardening with my own firm cock. I stop making out with him for a second. We open our eyes and look down at our bulges. We then look each other in the eyes and chuckle. “Nice,” I say.

“Yup,” says Cody. And then his face turns slightly more serious, but I know that look. It's that look of gentle lust that Kyle gave me last night. Cody puts his hand on my speedo and starts inching it off of me. “I want you, Jesse,” says Cody.

“Fuck, dude,” I say, my eyelids fluttering. I help Cody pull off my speedo, and I kick off my flip flops. Cody strips down too. I sit up, my dick perfectly erect. Cody smiles at this sight, spits in his hand and starts jacking me off. Slowly. Gracefully. While doing this, he sits up, spits in his hand again and starts jacking himself off too. But I pull his hand away from his dick and take over for him. Now we're just two blond surfer dudes jacking each other off as we sit on a surfboard in broad daylight on the beach.

We check each other out as we jack each other off. I find that, almost mindlessly, my free left hand drifts toward his abs. His shredded little skinny-dude abs. And his flat but defined chest. His tanned nipples, which I tickle and tug on a little. The sensation of this dude’s rock-hard body on my fingers gets me going even more. Cody puts his free hand all over me too. Playing with my abs, my belly button, my chest and my nipples. He leans in. Nibbles my neck and my ear and then whispers, “Fuck me, Jesse.”

“Fuck yeah, dude,” I say, my voice low and deep. We stop jacking each other off, and Cody lies down on his back on the surfboard. His legs are wide. He puts his hands in the creases behind his knees and lifts his legs up in the air. We stare at each other in a trance of mutual lust as I get in position to fuck him. He spits on two fingers and taps on his hole, getting it ready. “Yeah dude,” I say with a smirk. “Just like that.” 

Cody bites his lip, making him look even sexier. He shoves those two beautiful fingers into his supple hole even deeper, massaging the inside. This goes on for only thirty seconds or so before I can’t take it anymore. My rock-hard cock is dripping with pre-cum already. I take Cody’s hand–the one that was just in his ass–and kiss the strong tips of two wet fingers. I suck a little, too. I spit on my hand and wet my dick, and the second the head makes contact with Cody’s hole, I shudder with pleasure. Cody whimpers a little, too. Slowly but surely, as we stare into each other’s bright blue eyes, I slide my dick inside of him.

Inside, Cody is warm, wet, firm and smooth. I slide my dick in and out, but not all the way out. The head is always inside. Cody spits on his other hand and starts jacking himself off as I fuck him slowly. “Ohh, Jesse,” moans Cody.

“Fuck, dude,” I reply.

We gaze deep into each other’s eyes, but occasionally we’ll glance at each other’s bodies. I’m admiring his abs, and no doubt he’s admiring mine too. We start caressing each other’s abs, which are as rock-solid as our cocks as we’re locked into this fuck. I start thrusting a little harder, which makes Cody whimper more. And the more I thrust, the smoother the fuck gets. Cody’s hole around my cock feels like candy to my soul. I grab his ankles, which are by either side of my head, and I fuck the dude harder. “Jesse! Yeah, Jesse!” Cody cries out in a high-pitched voice.

“Cody!” I say back. “Oh, Cody!”

I start fucking him a little harder. I feel my abs working, and Cody's feeling it too, as his hand is placed firmly on my abs. Meanwhile both my hands are wrapped tightly around his ankles. But I don't have enough leverage this way, so I move my hands down to his thighs, using those to pull him in as I fuck him. I'm able to go a little harder this way, and I can see Cody's enjoying it more too. “Oh Jesse!” he cries out, his eyes going big and bright. “Yeah Jesse! Just like that!”

Cody’s tongue hangs out of his mouth now, and some drool drips from it. The same happens to me, and we both turn stupid as I fuck him. I can feel myself getting close as my entire body tingles, from the top of my head, to my hard, thrusting dick, down to my tan, skinny toes. I fuck, and fuck, and fuck. And I shiver. Cody shivers too. Fuck, we’re so close. Oh, Cody.

“Jesse!”

“Cody! Come with me, Cody!”

“Yeah! Yeah! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Oh fuck!” Cody goes cross-eyed. “Oh f–fuck, dude.”

Cody gushes all over his shredded little abs, and I bust inside him. “Fuuuck yeah dude,” I say in a dull, stupid tone as the cum flows. “Mmm,”

“Yeah,” says Cody as he calms down.

I realize how sweaty and tired we both are, and panting. I slowly ease my dick out of him, the head leaving his hole with a little “pop” sound. I lay myself down next to him on the surfboard. As our breathing slows down, I take his hand in mind. Our heart rates slow too, and I look over at him. He looks over at me. We gaze into each other’s eyes and smile. We giggle a bit as we lean in and kiss each other. He leans his head on my shoulder, and we relax.

“Oh, Jesse,” he says, and we sit and listen to the gentle rumbling of the waves on the shore.

As we listen to the waves, I drift away into a lovely afternoon nap, holding hands with Cody the whole time. Just as with Kyle last night, I feel completely at peace…

Shuck, shuck, shuck, shuck. Some footsteps in the sand wake me up. And when I open my eyes, the sun is blocked by the silhouettes of Jake and Tyler against the lowering sun. Seems like mid-afternoon now. Jake’s wearing his same clothes, while Tyler wears brown skinny jeans and checkered Vans. Tyler’s shirtless though, just like Jake. They each hold two skateboards. I guess we’re skating now, I assume.

They each drop a skateboard: Jake near me, and Tyler by Cody. “Come fuckin’ skate with us, my dudes,” says Jake.

“Eyy!” I say, excited. “I’m down for that. Cody?”

Cody shrugs and says, “Sure.”

Cody and I get up and get dressed. Jake reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of red Adidas short-shorts. Throws them to me. I catch them and say “Thanks, dude.” I put them on, Cody and I grab our skateboards, and we head out, leaving our surfboards on the beach.

As us four dudes walk across the beach, skateboards in hand, we talk about what we did thus far today. Tyler and I collecting fruit in our loincloths, Jake and David fucking me by the lake while Tyler smoked and played guitar with Kyle, me surfing with Cody and Kyle while Jake and Tyler skated, and finally, me fucking Cody on the beach. The dudes praise me for that, which feels good.

Eventually we arrive at a skate park by the beach. It’s completely open, without any fences or anything. It’s got a hollowed-out bean-shaped pool decorated with graffiti, two large half-pipes, a full pipe, rails, and a few quarter-pipes. “Nice,” I say at the sight of it. When we step onto the concrete, Jake, Tyler and Cody drop onto their boards and roll into the park, and I do the same. It’s been a while since I’ve skated, so I know I’ll be a little rusty, but I figure today should get me back into the swing of things.

Jake and Tyler drop into the pool, while Cody skates over to the rails. Hops up onto one and grinds. Meanwhile I just try to regain my bearings on a board and do simple tricks: ollies, mannies, shit like that. Occasionally I’ll ride around, trying to regain my sense of foot-to-board connection and speed control.

We skate for about an hour, and by that time the sun is starting to get low. We’re soaked with sweat from skating on this hot day, and the four of us gather in a line, sitting on the edge of the hollowed-out pool. Tyler pulls a joint and a black lighter out of his pocket and lights it up.

After he takes a hit, Tyler says, “Ya know, sometimes I wish Ryan would skate with us. It’s just not his vibe though.”

He passes the joint to Jake, who takes a hit and says, “Fuck Ryan.”

Cody accepts the joint and hits it. He interjects with, “Maybe he’ll come around, now that Jesse’s here.”

Cody hands me the joint and I ask, “Why would I make him come around?” I take a hit.

As the joint makes its way back to Tyler, Cody says, “You might wanna ask Kyle, dude.”

I get a little angry and say, “Fuck all this ‘ask Kyle’ shit, dude. I'm asking you.”

“Damn dude, chill,” says Tyler.

Cody sighs and says, “No, he's right. He deserves to know, and we can't keep putting this shit on Kyle. Hmm…” Cody puts his fingers on his chin and thinks. “Where do I start? … Welp, there's no easy way to say this, dude, but… We think you might be the Chosen One.”

That sentence hits me like a ton of bricks. “The Chosen One?”

“Yeah dude,” says Tyler. “The dude that's gonna bring all dudes together in harmony. No more douchebags. Just a bunch of dudes gettin’ together, enjoying each other's strength and masculinity.”

“I mean, it already seems that way,” I admit.

“Nah,” says Jake. “There's douchebags like Ryan and Alex, and I'm sure there's plenty of other douchebags out there. It's a big world… But Alex promised us that one day a dude would arrive. The perfect dude. And he would reunite us with him, and unite all the dudes in the world.”

“Bruh,” is all I can say to all that. I'm either too high or just high enough to receive all this information. But eventually some questions come to me. So I ask: “So… How do we prove that? And how do we break through to Ryan?”

“Good questions, dude,” says a familiar voice. The four of us whip our heads over and see Kyle, standing nearby. And we sit in silence…