Date: Fri, 9 Jun 2006 18:02:17 -0700
From: drewscoach@cox.net
Subject: CJ in San Diego Part 5

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CJ in San Diego, Part 5

The second day of classes was much the same as the first. It started with
my alarm going off, gently waking me up (I'd set my alarm a little earlier,
to avoid being woken up by CJ's earth-shattering alarm). I put my briefs
and jeans on just as CJ's alarm went off. Once again, CJ snored on
soundly. Why did he even bother with an alarm? Oh well, I turned it off and
got ready to shake CJ awake. CJ was sleeping on his stomach, and had slid
the covers off his body since it was warm at night. Oh god, he was
beautiful! I've always had a thing for short muscle boys (because muscular
guys have hot bodies to look at, and because those hard muscles give me an
absolute boner, but especially because the combination of impressive muscle
with the fact that short guys look cuddly is just too hot to
handle!). Well, I can tell you that short, muscular SLEEPY guys turn me on
even more. They just look so innocent, yet so powerful! And in CJ's case,
the fact that he was on his stomach meant his right arm (the one that's
covered in tattoos from his wrist all the way up to his shoulder) was right
there, near my crotch! Damn, how can someone look innocent and have that
bad-boy look all at the same time, without even trying? I couldn't control
myself. My hands slid over CJ's right thigh. Damn, that guy has some
powerful legs! My hands rubbed all over the muscle, massaging their way up
to his ass. MMMMmmmm! Fuck, that thing is rock hard! In the oversized jeans
and shorts that CJ wears, you can't really see the shape (other than a bit
of the top of his ass , which tends to peek out when his pants slide down a
bit) but the little gymnast has one hell of a bubble butt! I was SO tempted
to slide a finger up his hole, but I figured that would probably wake him
up (I do have SOME self-control. LOL!). So instead, I just massaged the
hell out of those cheeks, and then slid my hands up his back, marveling at
the granite-like hardness. Fuck, all that swinging on the rings sure built
up his back and shoulders! Holy shit, even if I dug in my fingers as best
as I could, it was impossible to penetrate through the muscle! Then
finally, my hands reached that humongous, tattoo covered right arm. My
right hand gripped his right biceps, while my left hand massaged his
horseshoe triceps.  Meanwhile, I was grinding my jeans-covered crotch
against CJ's forearm. Before I knew it, I groaned as I squirted cum all
over my briefs. Fuck, now I'd have to change. But just then, there was a
knock on the door and Justin's voice saying: "Are you guys up for breakfast
this fine morning?"

"Uh, hey Justin, uh, yeah, I'm just waking up CJ."

With that, the door opened and Justin stuck his head in. "Need help? I`m
sure I can find some ice cubes!", he laughed.

Oh fuck, well, there went the chance to change my underwear! "Hmm, although
that sounds like fun, I don't think that would do much to improve his
attitude toward me." With that, I grabbed CJ's shoulder with both hands and
shook him.

"Damn, Eric, you're pretty rough!" Then he noticed that CJ was still
snoring. "He sleeps through THAT?!?"

"Yeah, he's a pretty solid sleeper alright!" I grabbed CJ's shoulder again,
and really shook him hard. Finally, there was some movement. CJ's tattooed,
muscular arm started rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Whazzup? Izzit
morning yet?"

"Yeah, time to wake up, buddy!" I started dragging him out of bed, wrapping
one arm around those powerful shoulders to keep him upright, while grabbing
our towels with the other hand. Justin opened the door wide for us,
scarcely believing his eyes : "You do this every morning?"

"Well, yeah, so far!", I answered.

We made our way to the showers, and each got into our own stall (well,
okay, I kinda had to push the sleepwalking CJ into his stall). Once into my
own stall, I took off my jeans, and then I could finally pull off my
cum-soaked briefs. Damn, what a mess! Oh well, I showered myself clean and
toweled off. And then I had a dilemma: was I going to put the wet briefs
back on, or was I gonna go commando in my (fortunately unstained) jeans,
hoping to be able to put some underwear on before breakfast? I decided on
the latter course of action., hoping to beat CJ back to our room.



Well, that plan went out of the window as soon as I left the stall, since
CJ was right behind me. I opened the door for him, since one of my favorite
things was to watch him walk back to the room, naked as a jaybird, while
toweling himself off. Damn, it was a nice sight: those rock hard buns
flexing with each step, while the muscle flexed all over his back as he
rubbed the towel over his body! Back in the room, I tried to stall for
time, hoping CJ would get dressed and head for breakfast so I'd be able to
slip some briefs on. I managed to slip my cum-soaked underwear from my
pocket into my laundry hamper without being seen, but then CJ said: "Are
you ever gonna put a shirt on? Or are you planning to show off that puny
body to the entire campus?" I had to put a shirt on and, now fully dressed,
no longer had an excuse to hang around in our room. Just then Justin
knocked and opened the door: "Are you guys ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready!", CJ responded, pulling a shirt over his wide
shoulders. "Are you all done primping, nerd-boy?"

"Yeah, I'm ready, I guess.", I answered, shooting CJ a dirty look. What an
asshole!



At breakfast, I decided to ask CJ a question: "So CJ, given that you never
wake up from your alarm anyway, would it be okay not to set it? Then I can
just wake up from my own alarm, instead of that incredibly loud one you've
got."

"What do you mean I never wake up from my own alarm?", CJ grumbled, "I'm
here, aren't I?"

"Yeah, because Eric shook your sleeping ass out of bed!", Justin laughed.

"You woke me up this morning? Why?", CJ asked, incredulously.

"Because you snored right through that incredibly loud alarm, like you've
been doing every morning so far! Don`t you remember?"

"Nah. You're just making this up, aren't you?"

"No, man! I saw him drag your lazy ass out of bed this morning! And I saw
you sleepwalking into the showers yesterday, with Eric trying to stop you
from falling over! Who did you think woke you up each morning?"

"I don't know, I thought the alarm woke me up. I don't remember much from
that early in the morning."

"That's because you're fast asleep until you're in the shower!", Justin
laughed. "And this poor guy", he draped an arm around my shoulders, "has
had to man-handle your naked, sleeping ass into that shower every morning
so far!"

Damn, I REALLY wished I was wearing underwear at that point! With CJ
sitting across the table from me in his skin-tight T-shirt, Justin sitting
next to me with his arm around my shoulder, basically hugging me to his
chest, and the two of them discussing CJ's naked early-morning sleepy
routine, I was hard as a rock! And I might not be porn-star material, but
my 8 inches were still enough to cause a sizeable lump in my jeans. I just
hoped it would go down before breakfast came to an end and I'd have to get
up! At least with briefs on, I could point my dick straight up so it
wouldn't be as noticeable behind the zipper bulge (especially if I untucked
my shirt, covering it a bit). But going commando, I knew my dick would
slide around and end up tenting out my pant leg!

Dammit, Justin kept his arm on my shoulders while we discussed odds and
ends. Now don't get me wrong, I LOVED it (I'm a TOTAL sucker for muscleboy
hugs) but having him hug me and squeeze my shoulder gave me a RAGING boner!
How the hell was I ever gonna get up without everyone noticing it?



Sure enough, when breakfast came to an end I was still horny as fuck. And
Justin was still squeezing my shoulder every time he emphasized a point. So
when CJ and Justin got up from the table, I had to stand up as well. I
tried to hide it as best I could (and I think I succeeded in keeping the
tent in my jeans out of CJ's sight), but Justin wrapped his arm around me
and whispered to me: "Nice one, buddy! Just don't poke anybody's eye out
with it!" I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment.

Then it was time to catch the shuttle to class. We were too late to snag a
seat, so we ended up standing the whole way. With the bus as crowded as it
was, we were crammed together. Normally I would have enjoyed that, since
Justin was standing in the aisle right in front of me and I could smell
that wonderful aroma he has about him early in the morning: a mixture of
soap, shampoo, aftershave, deodorant and just downright jock-pheromones!
This morning however, I still had a hard-on, and with my dick rubbing up
against the rough texture of my jeans, it wasn't about to go down
either. And every time the bus driver slammed on the brakes or swerved
around a curve, I was pushed into Justin and I just KNEW he could feel my
hard cock poking into his ass. He looked back at me once or twice, with a
weird smirk on his face. If it had been CJ, I probably would have had a
black eye by now! I was hoping Justin wouldn't say anything about it in the
crowded bus! I didn't want to be outed like I'd been in high school, but at
this point, could he really still believe that I was straight?

Fortunately some people (including CJ) got off the bus (because I was
damned close to ...uh... GETTING OFF myself!), so I could give Justin a
little more space. Good thing too, the last thing I would want to have to
do right now would be explaining a big wet spot in my jeans to Justin!

My stop came up shortly afterwards, and I managed to exit the bus without
being outed in front of everybody, so I guess I was lucky that Justin was
discrete enough not to bring up my hard-on in public. I wasn't looking
forward to that evening, though! I was sure he'd say SOMETHING about it,
and what could I say in return without admitting that I was attracted to
guys? I spent virtually all my time in class worrying about that.
Especially since, not being used to going commando, my dick stayed hard
almost the entire day. And Marc, the good-looking stud, didn't make life
any easier on me. He sat down next to me in math class, and spent the whole
hour playing with the little tuft of black chest hair that was peeking out
the collar of his polo shirt! I'm sure he wasn't even aware of doing it,
but I sure was!