30-year-old Deshaun Braxton couldn't believe the situation that he'd gotten himself into. He'd gone to Atlanta for Alpha Phi Alpha's Regional convention to handle business and had gotten into a complicated situation.
Deshaun was the youngest member of his fraternity elected to a position as prestigious as his. He was an influential individual when it came to overseeing membership intake within his region. Because of this, he worked hard to protect his reputation and kept a positive image amongst his brotherhood.
Life as a closeted man wasn't easy. Deshaun found himself having to stifle most of his feelings, hiding his true self from the people in his life them to maintain his privacy and uphold the reputation that he'd built for himself.
Unfortunately, being in Atlanta (where there is a heightened presence of Black Gay men like himself) posed a problem. As a severely closeted man, he's worked so hard to deflect attention away from his sexuality. His lack of a mate wasn't ever questioned by his peers because he kept himself so immersed in Alpha that people assumed that he just wasn't interested in settling down.
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When he checked into the Marriott (a week ahead of the convention to work with the regional board to set up for the conference), he looked around and his spirit dropped. He surveyed the lobby as he saw men adorned in professional attire, accented in Royal Purple and Old Gold. These were clearly men of Omega Psi Phi Fraternity incorporated. He decided to ask the desk worker what was going on.
"Excuse me ma'am, is there a conference going on? I'm here to check in early to set up for my fraternity's conference next week and I wasn't expecting another conference to still be going on." He said, visibly agitated.
"Yes sir! There is a conference going on. It was included in the original email that went out to your organization. Their conference ends in two days but it shouldn't prevent you from making sure your conference is set up by the time brothers begin arriving next Thursday. I apologize for the inconvenience." The desk worker said as she handed him his room key, which was located on the eleventh floor.
"No worries ma'am. Thank you for the transparency, I must have missed that email." He said, as he grabbed his suitcase and turned around to survey the lobby once again.
He stood in awe as he witnessed the Omega men congregate. He wanted to go to his room, but he couldn't help scanning the room with his eyes, with his eyes routinely falling on the strong jawline of a man, of his chest, but most specifically, the bulges in the crotch area of their pants.
His eyes landed on a young man, obviously a collegiate member. He was in mid conversation with two men (presumably fraternity members). His athletic frame filled out his tuxedo quite nicely. The young man resembled NFL player Odell Beckham Jr., down to the blonde curly high-top haircut that Odell Beckham was known for.
Deshaun felt his dick harden and a tingle in his ass as he took in the man's beauty. Mid conversation, the young man turned his direction and made eye contact with Deshaun.
For a moment, the world stood still as they locked eyes. The young man looked down at Deshaun's clothes, winked and turned back to his conversation. Whew. He may have been young, but THAT was a man. A man with a face that he'd gladly sit his ass on.
"I need to get to my room." Deshaun said to himself, as he realized his dick was now fully hard. Luckily, no one noticed as everyone in the lobby was focused on the conference or non-conference-attendants were focused on getting to their rooms.
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As Deshaun settled into his hotel room's warm bed, he pulled out his phone to check his prospects. He refused to hook up with men while his own fraternity conference was going on, but he was here a week early. He needed to get some dick. In a perfect world, one of those fine ass Omega men would be in his bedroom piping him down but he knew Omega men were least likely to fuck around with other men.
When he opened the Jack'd app on his iPhone, his jaw dropped. He wasn't born yesterday - there were at least 40 profiles within a 0,05 mi radius and they all had various "Que Dog" related implications - dog emoji's, lightning symbols, names that implied that they were DL members of Omega Psi Phi. There was a selection of Omega men in this VERY hotel that were looking to fuck around with other men and Deshaun couldn't be more excited.
Omega men were the archetype for hyper-masculine men - they were stereotyped for being freaks in the sheets and being the 'man's man". He had yet to meet any Gay members of their org and they swore that they didn't have any gay men in their organization. That, obviously wasn't true.
At that moment, Deshaun knew that one of them would be fucking him tonight. He went to his bathroom and begin cleaning himself out (Ira be prepared) as he perused the various profiles. Just passing through them, most profiles were private and sending messages was getting to be quite annoying. He looked at the time - it was now 10PM. An hour had passed by and after a couple of dry conversations with men that were too scared to unlock their photos, he wasn't any closer to finding his hook up for the night when he got a notification.
