It was a hot sunny summer day at Daytona Beach. The beach was sure to be packed with many attractive young bodies. Javon decided to spend the day relaxing. The stress of bringing in a line of young men into his chapter had overwhelmed him this past spring semester and now that the semester was officially over, he planned on spending a lot of time to himself.
He decided on going to the beach, but he didn't want to be around everyone. So he decided to go to Anchor's Bay, a private beach that his prophyte Raphael had put him onto. It was a secluded beach that few people (his chapter brothers) knew about.
He usually went there to be at peace or to write poetry sometimes. He would be going alone because his fraternity brothers were too lazy to get out of bed after a night of late, hard partying with the seven neophyte members.
So he hopped in the shower, applied some oil to his hair (he had recently died the top of it blonde in an attempt to try out a new look), threw on some clothes (some Black board shorts, a gold tank and his favorite fraternity bucket hat), packed away some things he would be bringing, threw everything into his Chevy Impala, and left for the beach.
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On the other side of town, Devin was peering out of the blinds at the bright sun and palm trees. The view from his hotel room was peaceful. He had graduated from the local HBCU the year before and he had returned to visit some friends and his fraternity chapter. His chapter brothers were away for the Fraternity's State Conference so he realized that this weekend would be a lonely one.
He was having trouble on deciding what to do with his day. He didn't want to stay cooped up in the hotel on such a nice day, but he didn't have anyone to hang with. He decided finally on the beach, but not just any beach. He would be headed for Anchor's Bay, a secluded beach that he had heard about from his friend from undergrad, Raphael.
He needed some peace and quiet. He washed up, out on his blue board shorts with a blue and white tank with his fraternity chapters embroidered on the chest, packed up, and headed for Anchor's Bay.
It just so happened that Javon and Devin arrived at the same time. Each nodded, acknowledging each other. They both immediately noticed the other's varying fraternity paraphernalia.
They set out their items on the beach when Devin realized that he had forgotten to bring his beach towel.
As he lay down, begin to get a tan, Javon noticed the dilemma Devin was in so he said, "I normally don't help the men in blue but I don't mind sharing."
"I normally don't mess with the apes but you're good in my book... thanks man." Devin said, laughing. They then made small talk while each was peeling out of their shirts.
Javon stared as Devin struggled out of his tank too and exposed his rock hard features-his chiseled chest, tight six pack abs, and rippling muscles.
Luckily, Devin was talking and looking downward as Javon was visually absorbing him. Javon quickly snapped out of his trance and went for his suntan lotion.
He was visibly having trouble applying it to those oh so hard to reach places so Devin offered his services. "It's the least I can do. I'm just repaying the favor."
"OK, thank you," replied Javon, secretly happy that he was about to get felt up by this fine ass nigga.
Devin took a handful of lotion and began applying it to Javon's back, by now he was lying on his stomach on the towel. Devin had the hands of an expert masseuse and Javon was feeling amazing. It took everything within him not to start moaning.
What seemed like hours only went by in a matter of minutes. "All good," said Devin as he pulled Javon up to his feet.
