Brad was clean but his clothes were not. So he rummaged through Chad's closet, dresser and hamper. Chad watched as his naked brother dress in Chad's dirty jockstrap, dirty socks, clean shirt and jeans. He tried on Chad's shoes, but instead washed off his own and put them on.
Brad whistled Frankie Goes to Hollywood's The Reflex as he rolled up Chad, stacked Chad on the gunge filled ice Chest, and headed out to load them in his van.
He drove for about half an hour, about half the time it took to drive to his frat at the university. Chad wondered what next.
"Where been Betaboy?" said an annoyed masculine voice.
Beta? Chad was sure Brad belonged to Delta Alpha Gamma, not Beta whatever?
"Sir, you will be pleased with what delayed me," Brad said.
Brad never called anyone sir to Chad's knowledge. Brad grabbed Chad and the gunge filled ice chest. Chad noticed Brad was now shirtless.