1. 11 - College Years 3 - Home for Thanksgiving


    Date: 8/2/2017, Categories: True Story, Older, Straight Sex, Author: robstenson, Source: sexstories.com

    Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off-chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have stories before this - while the other stories are not necessary to read, they do help to build up some backstory to where I was in my life at the time. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is to the best of my recollection. I've edited the titles of my other stories to include numbering in case anyone is confused. I apologize that the site doesn't list them in publishing order, but I can't really do anything about that - doing what I can. Enjoy! --------------------- My first few months of college were over, and it was time to head home for Thanksgiving. I had been having a blast at college. I was getting better grades than I got in high school (putting in more work, of course), having sex with any woman who wanted it, and partying harder than I had ever tried when I was in high school. I was actually kind of thankful for the break from dorm life more than anything. It would be nice to see my family and friends from back home whom I wasn’t living with. I got home and had a nice dinner with my family, which was great – I hadn’t seen my sister in half a year, and hadn’t seen the rest of my family since they dropped me off at college three months earlier. We had a big turkey dinner, ...
    did the usual Thanksgiving stuff, and then I went to bed early. It was weird how a bed that had been my own for almost nineteen years was suddenly almost weird and foreign. The next day I helped out around the house, assisting my mom with some yard work and changing burnt out bulbs that they just hadn’t cared enough to replace. After studying a fair amount during the day, I got a call from Bill. He was having a party that night since his parents would be out late, and anyone from our graduating class was invited, as well as people from our dorm that we met who lived near enough. Unfortunately, Alexa and her dad had decided to go visit her aunt for the holiday, so she was on the other side of the country. I was bummed about that, but at least I would get to see some of my friends that I hadn’t seen since various points of the summer. I had dinner with my parents and then it was off to Bill’s. --------------------- “Your parents got you a keg?” “Two kegs, actually,” Bill bragged. “Dude, that’s kinda fucked up.” “Whatever, I’m not complaining,” he laughed. “So how many people are coming anyway?” I didn’t think we would get enough people to show up in order to polish off both kegs. “I dunno, man. I invited everyone that we hang out with and told them all to get the word out.” Get the word out. That is the phrase that turns a good party into an out-of-control-cops-get-called kind of party. I have never been one to like big parties. When I went to keggers in high school, I hung out ...
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