Him and Dakota had been working up their friendship again and now it was back to that playful stage. Maybe too playful but the attention from Dakota was the attention he craved from Dan. So he was okay with being nude and he did hear the signal that Dakota was sending him. Devon took the surfboard and winked back to Dakota. “We’ll just have to see after I get this wave what will go down on the beach.” The prude that normally stuck to what was right and thinking of others before anything was not even there at the moment. Devon wasn’t thinking Devon, he was thinking like any other dude, knowing that something good was bound to happen. Moving to the ocean he had got into the water and got into position to ride the wave successfully. Letting Dakota watch all of the show. When Devon went for the second and then third wave he was getting cocky, and by the hit of the third wave he wiped out. Shorts actually slipping off his body as he struggled to get on shore again. By the time his feet were in the sand, he was butt ass naked. “Well that’s problematic.” He laughed as he stuck the board in the sand. “Dakota!!! “ He said the name playfully
He half smiled now, barely, when the guy winked at him because what he said next had him thinking back to their texts. What happens in Burma, stays in Burma. You put fuck, I put fuck? As friends? What, was Devon suggesting what he thought he was suggesting from that text? Was this actually happening? “Oh God…” He said to himself as he watched him make his way to the water and start to position himself on the board. He hoped this was happening and this wouldn’t be another time he fucks up with his friend and this time, they never talk again. Dakota tried to think he could do this, and walked a little closer to see him on his board. He ended up sitting down on the sand to watch him, almost in need of seeing his whole body, dripping wet. He watched him quietly as he surfed the waves, tempted to cheer for him as his friend but also whistle as something more. When he saw him wiped out from the third wave, Dakota rushed to his feet and took a few steps closer to the water but still not close enough to hit it.”You okay, man?” He laughed. As Devon made his way to the shore though, Dakota’s eyes were slowly falling over his wet body and they peeked in interest when he saw passed his waistline. His eyes kept on his length for more than a second before running over his body again. He couldn’t take it anymore. He pursed his lips hard until they formed into a smile and Dakota started to take off his shorts. Holding it out in front of him, he smirked.”Come get your shorts…” If he did reach for them, Dakota would make it nearly impossible to grab them.














