Georgiaatlguy33
Meteorite
- Joined
- Jan 13, 2011
It had been a long time in the works as Brad, Jason, and Scott had finally arrived at the beach for the final spring break of their college careers. Jason's father had been unable to rent it out for the week this year and although he was reluctant, he decided to let the boys use it for a week. The boys had pretty much been best friends since their freshman year and this would be the final hoorah before they went their separate ways. They wanted this trip to be special and had been looking forward to it for quite some time.
Jason, the most confident and outgoing of the group, woke up from the first night's events and walked out onto the dock overlooking the sandy white beach. Wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts and no shirt, he leaned out on the railing as he watched the early-goers already placing their towels on their chairs. He was glad to see the volleyball court set up and ready to play. Jason was 6'1, curly brown hair, broad shoulders, hazel eyes, and very athletic.
Brad was the brains of the group and also the most shy. The relationship type, he was the most reserved of the group - always calculating and planning out every detail of his life. He was liked by almost everyone, yet seldom left his shell except on the rare occassion he got into the tequila. He had brought some for the trip. After hearing Jason stirring he walked out and joined him. "Morning," he moaned as walked up beside Jason. "You and Scott were hilarious last night...but I'm not driving anymore...no way." The guys laughed, remembering how wild the ride home was after watching Scott and Brad stick their tongues down two girls' throats. "Dare I ask, what time they left this morning?" Brad was 6'0 tall, slender, yet toned. He had green eyes and blondish hair, cut neatly as it had always been.
Scott walked out about a half hour later with a gatorade in hand. "Why are y'all up so damn early?" as he chugged the hangover cure. Brad turned to him and laughed, "Dumb ass, it's almost eleven. How was your bride to be?" he asked sarcastically. Scott just smiled, "She thinks I'm going to call her tonight," as he took another sip, "but that ain't happening." The guys laughed. Scott was the player of the group, having never held a long term relationship. To say that girls were attracted to him would be an understatement. He was 6'2, 210 lbs, buzzed brown hair, blue eyes, and a body that resembled a Greek statue.
Jason smiled, "I see a few girls out there....what do y'all say that we get our shit together and get up a game of volleyball?"
"Works for me," Brad said before he went inside to pack the cooler and grab the gear.
The guys would return about 20 minutes later, bathing suits, visors, flip flops, and their bare chests as the strolled down towards the beach. After finding a spot, it wasn't long before they were sitting on their towels, checking out the scenery.
Jason, the most confident and outgoing of the group, woke up from the first night's events and walked out onto the dock overlooking the sandy white beach. Wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts and no shirt, he leaned out on the railing as he watched the early-goers already placing their towels on their chairs. He was glad to see the volleyball court set up and ready to play. Jason was 6'1, curly brown hair, broad shoulders, hazel eyes, and very athletic.
Brad was the brains of the group and also the most shy. The relationship type, he was the most reserved of the group - always calculating and planning out every detail of his life. He was liked by almost everyone, yet seldom left his shell except on the rare occassion he got into the tequila. He had brought some for the trip. After hearing Jason stirring he walked out and joined him. "Morning," he moaned as walked up beside Jason. "You and Scott were hilarious last night...but I'm not driving anymore...no way." The guys laughed, remembering how wild the ride home was after watching Scott and Brad stick their tongues down two girls' throats. "Dare I ask, what time they left this morning?" Brad was 6'0 tall, slender, yet toned. He had green eyes and blondish hair, cut neatly as it had always been.
Scott walked out about a half hour later with a gatorade in hand. "Why are y'all up so damn early?" as he chugged the hangover cure. Brad turned to him and laughed, "Dumb ass, it's almost eleven. How was your bride to be?" he asked sarcastically. Scott just smiled, "She thinks I'm going to call her tonight," as he took another sip, "but that ain't happening." The guys laughed. Scott was the player of the group, having never held a long term relationship. To say that girls were attracted to him would be an understatement. He was 6'2, 210 lbs, buzzed brown hair, blue eyes, and a body that resembled a Greek statue.
Jason smiled, "I see a few girls out there....what do y'all say that we get our shit together and get up a game of volleyball?"
"Works for me," Brad said before he went inside to pack the cooler and grab the gear.
The guys would return about 20 minutes later, bathing suits, visors, flip flops, and their bare chests as the strolled down towards the beach. After finding a spot, it wasn't long before they were sitting on their towels, checking out the scenery.