Call the jeweler spring semester 31 - Sex Stories

Call the jeweler spring semester 31

... Corey and I needing it the most. For a change, we had a very serious discussion about our sexual health and the need to be tested regularly. The next day Thursday, Corey and I went to get tested and waited on Kris and Colt to arrive. We should have done it sooner but the thought never crossed our minds. It was scary in a way but necessary if Corey and I wanted to continue our sex life as we had for the past two months. That night, we had another softball game in our intramural league. The game was a total disaster. Everyone was frustrated at our performance with me doing nothing to help things, including missing a little pop up. Back at the dorm, Kris, Corey and I were discussing the game and how awful we played. Our door opened wide with Colt and Bryson coming in. Both were dressed nicely just to be hanging out. Usually both were in athletic shorts and some old tee if they bothered to wear one at all. "Are we going to sit here all night and mope about our lame ass game or are we going to do sumthang bout it?" Colt asked. "I guess sit here," I replied but wasn't disgusted as the others were. "Alright, wassup?" Kris asked. "It seems Bryson here knows of a little party where we can go and forget all about our suck ass game," Colt said. "My thinking is we get fucked up like hell and go to class tomorrow hung over like a mutherfucker!" "That is if we make it to class," Bryson said with a chuckle. "So who's with us?" "I am!" Kris said. "Fuck it! In half of my classes, they are ...

... hanging like a bitch! Now we need to see what that's like!" "That's my boy right there," Colt said. "Corey, do you and Matt wanna get so fucking wasted?" Corey looked at me, "I do!" "Yeah, who gives a fuck!" I said. "Let's go get shit faced!" They laughed at me but I didn't care. The night seemed absolutely perfect for us to get wasted. By the end of the night, we had accomplished our goal of getting wasted. Come to find out, it was Bryson's b*****r, who attended college here, that had suggested the outing to him. It was the first time we had seen Bryson's b*****r and found out they never were close growing up. Waking up on Friday, I could understand why I didn't go out and drink before classes the next day. My head was pounding with my stomach not feeling right. My dress dictated how I felt and didn't care with some old wrinkled shorts and a sloppy tee for my classroom attire. Corey took full advantage of the fact we had the first class together and slept in. It took all I had to concentrate on class while watching the time slowly pass on my watch. My next class was with Scott and Michael. Both got a nice laugh seeing my condition. "Dude, you were pretty hammered last night," Scott said to me. "But not like some of the others." "I think I overdid it," I stated. "You at least looked like you were having fun and not giving a shit either," Scott said. "Corey threw up last night once he got in bed," Michael said, laughing. "I feel like I could right now. Scott, thanks for driving ...