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College life spring semester 25

Date: 2/3/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Group Sex, Author: ab8715, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

. ******************* Wednesday after a long day of class, I sat alone at my desk trying to digest my notes and get them in some order when they were needed. For some reason, I was just doodling on a piece of paper until my phone began ringing. I raced over and rolled my eyes seeing it was my dad calling. Politely, I answered it to hear his gruff voice on the other end. He called to see how I was doing and see if I was free on Friday night. It was his lucky day since nothing so far was planned. I was stern with my agreement and told him he better not let me down this time or our relationship would be at the end. He did his best to give me assurances he'd be there but it was nothing I hadn't heard before. Hanging up, Kris, Colt and Bryson came into the room. It was their goal to work with me at softball so I wouldn't be what they called an automatic out. "I'll go and do my best to improve," I said to their request. "Improve's ass," Kris laughed, changing there in front of us to shorts and a sleeveless tee. "Matt, you can't get any worse." "Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen a guy who didn't have just a little skill in baseball. Hell, didn't you play Little League as a k**?" Colt asked. "I did but I quit because I sucked so bad," I replied to hear their laughs. "No wonder," Kris said. "Look I don't rag on any of you about your grades, alright. I'm not looking at three geniuses here," I stated and gave them a big smile. The three looked at each other. "Damn, he's got us there," ... Bryson said. "Let's get goin'." I headed out with them. We ran into Scott in the hall and thus had another person to practice with us. We drove around and found another occupied field that would be suitable for our practice. Colt brought out the balls and bats for us to warm up with. We ditched our shirts to get more sun before starting practice. Kris was my instructor and did his best to improve my throwing motion along with catching the ball. Then it was Colt's turn to advise me in batting. He adjusted my weak stance to begin before Kris pitched to me. I took a few weak, feeble swings that resulted in misses or weak ground balls barely ten feet from me. Colt moved in after watching. "Matt, I know you're not a weakling. Swing the bat like you mean it. Just pretend you caught Corey fucking macking with some dude at the Rec Center. Put that anger..." "Or how you felt when you caught him that time," Kris interjected. "Okay," I said. Kris tossed one to me. I swung hard and connected on a nice one but it went out of play. I was thrilled with the solid contact and was ready for another one. The next one nearly hit Kris in the foot and got him to jump. "Good job, Matt! Aim for his nuts next time," Scott yelled running down the ball. It was exciting to me to make progress. I missed the next few since one was over my head and the other was in the dirt. Colt told me I didn't need to swing at every ball. He told Kris to pitch some without me swinging and let me judge whether they were ...