Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2008 22:43:34 -0700
From: drewscoach@cox.net
Subject: CJ in San Diego Part 16

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CJ in San Diego, Part 16

Have you ever had one of those mornings where your bed is just too damn
cozy to wake up? That's what happened to me the next morning! I could hear
my alarm going off, but I was still sleepy and my bed was just so nice and
warm, and I was pressed up against this nice warm...wait a minute!?...my
eyes suddenly flew open and sure enough: during the night I had wrapped
myself around CJ's sleeping body! FUUUUUCK! I jumped back, nearly hitting
my head against the wall behind me! My heart rate now suddenly at about 180
beats per minute, I realized that CJ was still asleep. Phew! I guess I get
to live another day...thank god for deep sleepers! As I gathered my senses,
I realized that a) my dick was rock hard, and b) I must have been drooling
precum while I was sleeping, because there where streaks of it all over
CJ's thigh and waist. Shit. I carefully climbed over CJ to get out of bed,
turned off my alarm, put on some briefs and jeans and then grabbed some
Kleenex to clean the streaks off CJ's body and my own abs. Finally done, I
shook CJ awake, grabbed our towels and led the sleep-drunk gymnast around
the stupid gym equipment in our room, and down the hall to the showers.

After school, I was getting ready to do some studying when Justin poked his
head in. "Hey Eric, ready for a run? Oh, hey CJ, cool set-up you have here
with the weights and stuff."

I replied: "Yeah, but the shit takes up way too much space. He bought too
damn much for this little room!"

CJ grumbled: "What, it all fits doesn't it, mister smarty-pants? I told you
it would!"

I replied (while changing into my running outfit): "No, it doesn't! If it
fit, I wouldn't have to climb over your stupid bed to get to my own damn
bed!"

"Fucking nerd, I need this stuff!"

"Stupid muscle head!" Fortunately I was done changing, so I could leave
before I had to think of a snappier response than that (unfortunately I've
never been very good at verbal sparring).

Once we got into the elevator, Justin asked: "So, I take it you don't like
CJ's workout gear very much?"

"No, he's taken up the entire room with that shit, and the only way it'll
fit is by pushing his bed right up against mine. So now I have to climb
over him every time I get into or out of bed!"

"Hmm, I thought those two beds together looked kinda cozy. I figured you'd
like having a butch gymnast sleeping right next to you!", he grinned.

"Well, it gets to be less hot when I have to worry about that gymnast
bashing my head in when he finds out I have a hard-on for him! I mean, this
morning I woke up practically wrapped all around him!"

"Holy shit, how did he react?"

"Well, fortunately I woke up before he did, so he never found out. But I
must have done it in my sleep, and I doubt he'll appreciate it if he ever
found out..."

"Fuck, so what are you gonna do about that?"

"What CAN I do about that? A great big heaping bowl of nothing! I just have
to get him to get rid of some of his weight stuff so we can move the beds
apart."

"And you can't control yourself?"

"I *can* when I'm awake, but let me ask you this: if you were in my
situation, and the person whose bed was jammed up against yours wasn't CJ,
but some sorority girl that you had a crush on, wouldn't YOU worry about
cuddling up with her in your sleep?"

"Hmm, yeah, I see what you mean. I've always loved cuddling up with
someone, so although I'd *probably* be able to stop myself from doing
anything in my sleep, there'd be no way to *guarantee* it."

"Exactly. And yet somehow I doubt mister bad-ass tattooed muscle boy CJ
would let me explain that if he found me humping him in my sleep!"

"Yeah, he does have a temper, doesn't he? I wouldn't ever wanna see him mad
at me, that`s for sure."

"Oh, gee, thanks for that encouragement, Justin! Like I wasn't worried
enough already."

"Sorry, bud, just stating a fact. Do you wanna trade rooms for a couple of
days, until things resolve themselves?"

"You mean I sleep in your bed, and you sleep in mine? How would we explain
that? `Oh, CJ, Justin will be sleeping here for a couple of days because
Eric has a hard-on for you', I don't think that would work..."

Justin laughed at my dramatization.

"Besides, Justin, that would only delay the problem for a few days. No,
there are only two solutions here. I either have to get my room assignment
changed, and that won't happen until the end of the semester, or I have to
get CJ to move his bed."

The elevator reached the ground floor, and we went outside and started our
run.

"Well, Eric, I guess I don't see any easy ways out either. So lets forget
about it and start talking about something else. Like the camping trip
coming up."

"YES! I'd almost forgotten about that. A whole, glorious weekend camping
without any grumpy gymnasts around. It's gonna be GREAT!"