DILF Island

“I can’t do this. I’m going to make a fool of myself.” Standing with his younger brother over top of his woefully half-empty suitcase, Carson’s stomach twisted, cramping like he’d swallowed an ice pick.

Nathaniel placed a hand on Carson’s shoulder, rubbing his bicep and giving a soft squeeze. The touch and his low, reassuring hum helped him feel slightly less untethered. “You will not.”

Carson gave him a long look. Nathaniel was the main cause of all this stress. No... not the cause, just the instigator, along with their sister, Kim. “I’m going to make a fool of myself on TV for the entire world to see.”

“Not the whole world.” Nathaniel’s blue eyes sparkled. “Just most of the gay world.”

“That’s not any better! How the hell did you talk me into going on a reality dating competition? I haven’t dated anyone since - I hardly even dated before - ”

“Slow down,” Nathaniel soothed. “Take a few breaths. Let’s walk through this.”

Closing his eyes for a moment, Carson took a few slow, deep breaths like Nathaniel had taught him. It made him realize how hard his heart was beating. Filling his lungs with air, he breathed out slowly, then repeated the motion. Gradually, the clenching pain in his gut began to release.

“There we go. Now... let’s go through the required pack list again. Alright?

Carson stared down again at the half-empty suitcase on the bed, his heart sinking. He’d definitely never packed so few items for a trip before. Or such... little items. The lack of clothes wasn’t the only thing that filled him with trepidation, and the misgivings were quickly adding up.

Surely he was just missing some clothes, right?

He started to go through the pack list again. It was impossible to ignore how small and skimpy all of his vacation clothes were. Carson closed his eyes for a moment as a wave of nausea rolled over him. He’d spend the entire show exposed to the world... in more ways than one.

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Required

• Swim Trunks - 4 pair minimum, suggest look-alikes
• Black Speedo - 1
• Button-down short-sleeved shirt - 2
• Business-casual bermuda shorts or capris - 1
• Pajamas for PJ party - 1 pair
• Activewear suitable for Yoga - 1 set
• Hat with visor - 1
• Sandals - 1 pair
• Pool Shoes - 1 pair
• Athletic Shoes - 1 pair
• New underwear (any style) best representing you - 1

Optional

• T-shirts
• Shorts
• UndergarmentsOther warm-weather clothing as desired

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“Maybe I could pack a few more shirts?” Carson offered hopefully. Even an extra pair of capris...

Nathaniel smiled, bemused and adoring, and shook his head. “No.”

“But we’re going to have at least a few days in Puerto Vallarta afterwards with the kids - ”

“And Kim and I have more clothes for you in our suitcases. You want to keep things light, it’ll be easier to keep track of it all in the DILF Island villa.” Nathaniel regarded the suitcase with a little hum. “This is too big. And you’ll be wearing your sneakers on the plane. Let me grab a carry-on.”

“Nathaniel....” Carson caught his arm before his brother could leave, looking at him helplessly. “I don’t... I can’t. I can’t do this. Not even as a fuck you to my ex. I can’t.”

The thought of letting his ex-wife find out about his bisexual proclivities through a TV show ought to have cheered him. It was how he’d found out about her infidelity, after all, like a punch to the gut. But being angry at her had long since lost its effectiveness as a mask for his hurt.

Nathaniel’s smile softened, and he stepped close, wrapping one arm around his shoulders. “You’re going to be fine. It’s good money, and a better vacation, and you’re going to have a good time with some nice guys.”

“Some guys who wanna date DILFs. I’m only thirty-three, I’m not a daddy!”

Nathaniel’s eyebrows rose, amused but adoring. “You are literally a father, Carson. Besides, it’s just a gig. It’s not real unless you want it to be.”

Carson gave a soft snort. Perhaps that was the reason for the icy boulder in the pit of his stomach. It had seemed so easy when Nathaniel and Kim had talked him into applying, and the casting director had been so nice and said all the right things. But the idea of putting something like this out into the world - into the media - as “reality TV” was the whole reason he didn’t watch the genre.

“But how do I even know who’s there to find love and who’s there for a gig? And it’s just gonna be a bunch of horny bar stars, how am I supposed to find any of them attractive? I can’t even do one night stands! What if - what if I’m just one of those asexuals?”

Nathaniel didn’t respond for a moment, eyes searching his, and Carson felt his stomach do another painful twist. His younger brother had always been far too intuitive, even before he’d started his studies in psychology. Could he see something that Carson himself wasn’t even aware of yet?

Or what if what he was really afraid of was falling in love for real?

Nathaniel smiled, stroking the back of his neck soothingly. “I think,” he started gently, “that spending time getting to know other guys without having to worry about cell phones and when people can’t just run off and have sex whenever they want is probably just what you need, isn’t it?”

Carson let out a long breath, briefly closing his eyes. Of course Nathaniel knew.

“Don’t think about what happens at the end,” Nathaniel said gently again. “Just be yourself and enjoy spending time with the other guys. Everything will be fine. I promise.”

“I can’t bring another shirt?” Carson tried, weakly.

Nathaniel gave him a bemused smile, stepping back and lifting up his t-shirt to regard his stomach. “You really going to not show this off after all that work?”

“I had to do something when I gave up running after the kids were born!” Carson tried to defend himself again, ignoring Nathaniel’s knowing hum. “...fine.”

~~~

Carson, 33,

DADDY

“I’m Carson, I’m thirty-three years old from New York. You might think I’m a bit young to be a daddy, but I have a very successful established career as a musician and songwriter, and I have two kids. I guess I’m here because... I’m really looking for someone I can share my life with, someone I can call a partner. I’m ready to take a chance on love again.”

~~~

This was how Carson found himself standing in a room in a huge Puerto Vallarta villa that was probably supposed to be an office but now was half full of camera gear and a makeup table. He’d spent a half an hour earlier in front of the camera in a bedroom upstairs that had become the ‘confessional stage’ - he was allowed to wear a shirt for that, thank god - and now was waiting for an introductory cue.

He wondered if the monkeys at the zoo ever felt like this as they waited to be released out to their tourist-surrounded enclosure.

The director, one Quinn Whitlock, looked him up and down. “You know,” he started with a little smile, “it’s really hot outside.”

Carson met his gaze evenly. “It is.”

“You can wear anything you like for your introduction.”

Quinn had been very nice, Carson reminded himself. It wasn’t his fault that Carson was having second thoughts. If Nathaniel were here he’d be able to laugh and tease, but Carson thought it was an accomplishment to just manage not to be sharp with the man. “You want me to take my shirt off.”

Quinn smiled and shrugged. “Whatever you’re comfortable with. Could be a nice surprise for your date to see later. The himbos have already picked who they want to date based on your underwear, so it’s not like you have to use those abs to convince anyone to choose you, but....”

Carson sighed and started to unbutton his shirt. It was impossible not to tense up when the manor’s air conditioning immediately turned his nipples to ice cubes. He shoved the shirt back into his very small suitcase, fighting not to hunch his shoulders in self-consciousness. “Better?”

“They’re gonna fight over you,” Quinn replied with a grin.

Part of Carson wanted to argue again that he wasn’t even a daddy, but he’d also already lost that argument three times with Quinn. Instead he closed his eyes and breathed slowly. Then, when the cue came through on Quinn’s headset, he tried to cling to calmness and started to follow him through the house.

He could see other production aids ushering other men from rooms he hadn’t been in yet, all five of them falling into a line as they were ushered out the side door of the kitchen. Irritatingly, he immediately noticed only one of the others had caved to the pressure of being shirtless: the dark-skinned man in front of him, tall and built with his neat goatee streaked through with silver. The others all wore button down shirts, though one at least wore his over a very European speedo instead of capris or board shorts.

They were also all markedly older, taller and more distinguished than he was, leaving Carson once again feeling like trying to call himself a DILF was the most ridiculous farce he’d ever gotten himself talked into.

Then they were rounding the house, and as they made their way down the pool deck Carson got a glimpse of the other half of the competitors for the first time.

Five men wearing very little, lined up in the sunshine, bare skin oiled and shining and very much exactly what Carson had expected and been afraid of. But despite what he’d said to Nathaniel about not finding these kinds of guys sexy, his gaze immediately locked on to the man in the middle, and suddenly Carson’s mouth went dry.

Something hot and unexpectedly powerful coiled in his core. It was like all the desire he’d ever felt had come together and burst into flame at the same time because of one man.

One man, with the most incredible, kissable lips. They curved up into a lopsided smile that left Carson imagining what it would be like to crush his own against them, or what they’d feel like wrapped around his cock. Carson forced his gaze away from them, but the rest of the man was only more intoxicating. Blue eyes like the sky, thick auburn hair brushed up high, shining like gold in the sunshine. Broad shoulders and strong arms, one with a tattooed arm band. Softly muscled chest, a hint of abs, and legs for days - Carson forced himself not to linger on his speedo - all wrapped in creamy skin with just a hint of a tan that was covered in a riot of freckles.

Tall-freckled-and-gorgeous was too tall to give a shit about him. Far too good looking to give a shit about him. He shouldn’t get his hopes up. But... Jesus Christ, the man was looking back at him, that amazing smile growing wider -

“Jason, which pair of underwear did you choose?”

Part of Carson was aware that Freya - actress, gay icon and the show’s hostess - was speaking. But nothing registered until the man reacted, holding up the pair of underwear he’d been holding half behind his back.

“I picked the New York Rangers boxer shorts.”

Carson was nearly overcome by a rush of heat, then freezing dread. He had to focus on the mechanics of what he was supposed to do, stepping forward, raising a hand. Don’t think about whether or not he’ll like you, don’t think about disappointing him - “Those are mine.”

And then, despite all Carson’s worries, the hottest man on the pool deck was walking towards him with nothing but appreciation in his gaze. He gave a low, very pleased hum, pulling Carson into a warm embrace. “Oooh, I hit the Daddy Jackpot.”

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Contestant Pairings - Day 1:

Himbo x Daddy

Jase x Carson

Wes x Alain

Trevor x Tydall

Luiz x Blythe

Zhehan x Stephen