College life spring semester - Sex Stories

College life spring semester

... told you about?" "Ya'll get this shit. Here are the directions I got from Kris, Mr. GPS over there. Go to the third spot light after taking Wilson exit. Turn and go two blocks past that big yellow house. Turn again and you can't miss it. How the fuck was I suppose to find it with those directions?" Colt said with all of laughing like crazy. "That's the directions just like I told you," Kris said straight faced. "Dude, you didn't tell him the direction to turn in," Scott laughed. "Oh shit," Kris started laughing. "I did forget that. What does it matter now? We've got beer." "It's cool, bud," Colt said. "Now we need to find us a place to sled on Sunday." "Good luck there," Hayden said. "It's so flat around here." "There are a few places near the soccer fields. It's not much..." I said and knew that place from going there after I found Corey. "That's my boy right there," Kris said. "Come on, Colt. Let's go check it out and see. By the soccer fields, right?" I nodded and smiled. With Kris and Colt leaving, Scott and Hayden left as well. I used the time to clean up our room and sweep the floors. I wasn't real particular about it but after a while, it did start to grade on my nerves. I think Kris's definition of a trash can was our floor. I almost threw up finding a bottle filled with tobacco spit since Kris decided he wanted to take up dipping like Colt and Alex. I called Mom as well to check up on her. While on the phone, I dropped a subtle hint a nice care package of home ...

... baked goodies would really hit the spot. She laughed and said she might be able to get around to it. We talked about the weather for a minute with Colt and Kris coming back in the room. I almost died when both of them dropped f-bombs left and right while I was on the phone. I hung up the phone and stared at both of them with dips in their lips. "How about a little courtesy when someone is on the phone?" I asked and gave both a hard look. "What does Corey care?" Kris asked. "For one, that was my mom." "Oh shit!" Kris said. "Sorry Matt. I mean it's not like you don't cuss here." "True but next time at least ask me who I'm talking to, alright. Another thing while I'm up on my soap box, throw away your spit bottles. I about called Ralph picking them up." "My bad," Kris said. "Speaking of, I guess I do need to call home." Colt whipped out his can and shoved it my direction. "Want some?" "I don't think so." Colt laughed. Colt motioned me over and whispered in my ear with Kris on the phone. We heard Mom and knew it was our clue. Together we decided to see how many f-bombs we could drop as part of Colt's plan. Kris covered the phone, "Shut the fuck up! I know it's a joke but it's annoying!" We both laughed. Kris hung up his phone and made a bull rush at Colt. He tackled him and had me squeezed against the wall. At first, it was funny but after a few minutes it got old. I did have to step between them before Kris lost his temper since they were testing each other's strength. After I got ...