Summer vacation college life 3 - Sex Stories

Summer vacation college life 3

... straight in the pond." It was no more out of his mouth until I saw Corey walking towards us soaking wet in his boxers. Tabor was right behind him laughing and holding his rod. "I'm gonna shot these two," Corey said and shook the water from his head. I found a towel and handed it to him. "Why on earth did you dive in?" I asked Corey while drying him off. "Oh Tabor was being a cussing up a blue streak since he threw his hundred dollar rod and reel in the water. Someone had to go get it. Actually the water felt pretty good though." "You know for a gay dude, you're cool," Tabor said to Corey. "You're not a fag like the other gay dudes I know." Corey got some dry clothes on and headed back with them. By their talk, the fish were biting but they had yet to reel one in. Colt was adding more logs to fire so we cook some hot dogs and roast marshmallows as he put it. Kris rose up his arms and came out of his shirt. "Damn Colt, it's fucking hot enough as it is." "Pay up, fuckers!" Scott laughed. "I won the bet. Forty two minutes. I'm the closest." "What the hell?" Kris asked mystified. Colt and the rest were laughing. "We had a bet how long it take before you came out of your shirt. I said five minutes." "Hell, I said when you walked up," Alex laughed. "For that shit that's the last time my ass is wearing a shirt," Kris said. "That's no surprise," Brennan laughed. "I'm glad you did I was sweating balls over here. We said we'd keep ours on til you got out of yours." "What a bunch of ...

... clowns I have for friends," Kris stated. "You love us though," Colt said, smiling. It wasn't long til we were all out of our shirts. Scott was dark as ever but had a good excuse having a pool. Brennan was dark as well but none of us were ghostly white. We continued to sit around and drink. I was really conscience of how much I was drinking and didn't want another episode like I had at Scott's. Of course, the ones who weren't there got to hear all about how d***k I was. We were laughing and carrying on when Corey and the two others came up. Chase was holding two nice size fish while Tabor had three. "Corey, you didn't catch any?" I asked. Chase smiled with Corey holding up one finger. Chase commented, "I'm the one that didn't catch any." "My ass schooled these dudes on fishing," Tabor proudly stated. "Chase, get me a beer. I'm about to choke over here." "I'm surprised Tabor could catch a thing. He was on that phone almost the entire time..." Corey said. "Caught my biggest one while texting my girl," Tabor said taking the beer from Chase. He nearly downed it in one drink. He let out a huge belch after drinking. "This is some good shit." "How the hell would you know?" Kris asked. "Dude, get real. What else is there to do round here other than drink beer, hunt a little, fish and chase women?" Tabor replied and started ditching his tee. He did have a nice teen body with some defined pecs and tight six pack. Chase, on the other hand, was thinner with a few moles here and there. "He has ...