Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2006 9:50:41 -0800
From: drewscoach@cox.net
Subject: CJ in San Diego Part 8

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CJ in San Diego, Part 8

Wednesday morning. Humpday, so to speak! I was woken up by my alarm, glad
that I had been able to persuade CJ to leave his alarm off, since nothing
seemed to wake him up anyway! By now, I had gotten used to my routine. Wake
up, get out of bed, put on my briefs and jeans shorts (to hide the boner
that I always got during the next step: waking up the gymnast). While
getting ready to shake CJ's shoulder, I noticed the dried cum coating his
chest and abs. Damn, I guess that the combination of him jacking off and
then (after he fell asleep) me adding my load to the mess on his chest,
added up to quite a bit of spunk! I traced a trail with my finger, starting
on his rock hard abs, over the shelf created by his pecs (teasing his
nipple a bit, just for fun) and finally grabbed his built shoulder. After
some violent shaking, the sleepy He-Man seemed to come to life just enough
to drag him out of bed. I grabbed our towels, and we headed down the hall
to the showers. As I guided the sleepwalking tattooed athlete into the
shower area, I found that Justin was already there, getting ready for a
shower himself.

"Hey Eric! Good morning. Damn, buddy, looks like SOMEONE enjoyed himself
last night!", he said as he pointed at CJ's torso. "He sure shoots a lot
for a short dude. Wow!"

I could feel myself going red a bit, but I hoped Justin wouldn't notice or
suspect I might have `contributed' to the white blotches on CJ.

"Yeah, I guess he had some sweet dreams, buddy!". With that, I started a
shower going for CJ, pulled off his towel, and pushed the semi-sleeping
gymnast under the stream of water. Then I moved into my own stall, whipped
my jeans and briefs off, and started my own shower.

When I was done, I put my briefs and shorts on again, and left the
stall. Justin was standing at the sinks, dressed in only his boxers while
he was finishing up toweling off his upper body and hair. Yum! When he saw
me, he turned to me and flexed his biceps. "Homeruns, baby!", he laughed. I
laughed with him: "Tease!"

Just then, Chris (see part 4) walked in, dressed only in a towel. He took
one look at Justin and me, and said: "Uh oh, it's the vampire and his
victim. Don't worry, Eric, I'll protect you with my silver cross."  He
stepped behind me, protectively wrapped his arms around me, and brandished
the cross he wore on a thin chain around his neck toward Justin. "Out, out,
evil spirit!".

Justin laughed at him: "That only works if it's a holy cross, buddy, and
any object that's been hanging around your neck that long can't be very
holy anymore!". With those words, Justin walked over, grabbed me, wrapped
his arms around my neck and gave me a fake vampire bite on my throat. Chris
retaliated by clutching me tight around the waist with one arm, while
trying to push Justin away with the other. Damn, I was the meat in a
baseball player sandwich, with the two hot and hunky guys play-fighting
over me! I was glad I was wearing briefs and jeans, because having these
two half-naked jocks rubbing up against my body was giving me the mother of
all boners! Just when I thought things couldn't possibly get any better,
Justin slid one arm down my back, between Chris's body and mine, and ripped
away the towel that Chris was wearing, leaving him stark naked! Chris let
out a surprised "Hey!", and then he pushed me into Justin, while he reached
around me with both arms and started trying to pull down Justin's
boxers. Justin tried to pull away, but with Chris having a firm grasp on
his shorts, that only caused the three of us to start staggering around
until Justin got pinned against the shower stall doors. Chris pushed with
all his might to make sure Justin couldn't escape, which of course meant
his beefy naked body was pressing hard against my ass, while I was pushed
into Justin's shirtless jock-body. Fuuuuuuck, I was horny! And I wasn't the
only one apparently, because while my rock hard dick was pushed into
Justin's body with every move the two baseball players made, I could feel
an equally hard cock riding up against my ass whenever Chris mashed his
bare body into mine! I didn't know if it was my body, the wrestling, or
just a regular early morning piss hard-on that caused Chris's boner, but it
sure felt hot!

Meanwhile, Chris was succeeding in slowly pulling Justin's shorts lower and
lower, revealing more and more of the Paul Walker look-a-like's hot
baseball body.  Then, the shower stall door next to us opened, just as
Chris suddenly slid down my body, sliding Justin's boxers down to his knees
in one mighty pull. Unfortunately Chris's sudden move caused all of us to
lose our balance, so we started to slide and would probably have fallen
into the shower door opening if it hadn't been for two short, muscular arms
that suddenly shot out of the stall and grabbed Justin and me around the
shoulders.

"What the FUCK are you guys doing?", asked a naked and still damp gymnast.

"Sorry, CJ, we were just horsing around.", answered Chris. Oh, and did I
forget to mention that with Chris's hands tangled in Justin's shorts, he
was now hunched over with his face practically in my ass? DAMN, this was
turning out to be a nice morning!

But Chris freed his hands and stood up, allowing Justin and myself to
regain our footing and disentangle ourselves. This unfortunately meant that
the little muscle gymnast pulled his steadying arm loose from around my
body, but I guess all good things have to come to an end eventually! CJ
stepped out of the stall, the by now almost traditional scowl on his face
as he continued to towel off his 5'6", 165 pound muscle-body.  He started
to head for the exit, and I started to follow him, when Justin suddenly
leaned over, slid a hand across the throbbing boner in my jeans and
whispered in my ear: "I figured you would like that. Chris has a nice body,
doesn`t he?". He smiled when I whispered back: "So do you, hot
stuff!". Then Justin reached out, slapped the naked butt of Chris (who was
just leaning over to pick his towel off the floor) and said: "You'd better
get that ass in the shower, buddy, or you'll miss breakfast."

Chris answered: "Yes, mom!", as Justin, CJ and I made our way back to our
rooms to get ready for class.

Mmmm. I love going to college in Southern California. It's nice and warm,
so guys don't wear much to start with (t-shirts and jeans or even shorts
are pretty much standard dress in classes), and then if you have an hour
off between classes, a lot of these hunky, tanned guys either lay out on
the grass shirtless, or go play ball somewhere on campus! And that was the
case for me today. I had an hour off after math class, and decided to catch
some rays. I had just sat down, whipped off my shirt, then laid down with
my shirt as a pillow, when I heard someone say: "Hey Eric. Looks like you
got the right idea, I think I'll join you.". I opened one eye, and saw Marc
standing next to me. He'd been sitting next to me in math class (and
driving me crazy with his habit of twirling the black chest hair that
always peeks out of the neck opening of his polo shirt), and now he shucked
that shirt, showing what I had only been dreaming of ever seeing in real
life. Marc had a nice, defined body. I already knew about the thick,
jet-black hair and bushy eyebrows, but now I found out that the chest hair
curled all over his pecs, and then formed a V across the hint of a six pack
that was his abs, narrowing almost to a point before the hair widened again
ever so slightly as the treasure trail disappeared into his cargo
shorts. Damn! I quickly opened my other eye, and invited him to lay down
next to me: "Sure, Marc, plenty of space here." He graciously accepted my
invitation, parked his sexy butt next to mine and lay down on the grass. I
looked his yummy body over while trying to think of something to say. After
all, if we were discussing something, it would only seem natural for me to
be looking at him, but now it was rapidly getting to the point where it
would be all to obvious that I was just perving over him. As usual for me
in situations like this, my brain simply clammed up. I'm not that talkative
anyway, but put a hot guy next to me that I don't know that well, and
suddenly I become incapable of thinking of even the silliest bit of small
talk. Damn, I hate being shy!

Fortunately, Marc spoke up: "Damn, gotta love the weather here. It sure is
different than in Minnesota!"

Eric, you dufus, of course!  Talk about the weather, or about where you're
from! So, I replied: "Yeah, it's great isn't it? So you're from Minnesota?"

"Yeah, born and raised in Saint Paul. Great place, but the weather could be
better. You're either sweltering in humidity, or freezing your butt off."

"Wow, I thought everybody in Minnesota was required by law to be blond
haired and blue eyed?", I laughed.

Marc laughed along with me, then twirled his luscious black chest
hair. "Oh, this? Yeah, I'm from Italian and native American stock, so not
too much chance of blond hair or blue eyes". His hands started stroking the
chest hair, a habit of his I guess.  Damn, I wanted to start running my own
hands through that thick pelt!

"So where are you from, Eric?"

"Eureka. It's still in California, but up north. Much rainier and cooler
than here."

"But beautiful forests, from what I hear."

"Yeah, I love it up there. Hiking, camping, all that stuff is great. Must
be about the same in Minnesota?"

"Yeah. Although I hear there's some good hiking in the forests in the
mountains in east county here too. I'll have to try that out sometime."

"Yeah, that sounds great. We should get some guys together and go up there
in a couple of weeks."

Marc turned his head to look at me. "Yeah, that sounds great. We could camp
and make it a weekend. Take some brewskies along and enjoy the outdoors."

"Sounds great!"

I spent the rest of my hour off with one leg pulled up halfway, trying to
hide the boner I got from imagining the possibilities of Marc and myself,
camping in the Cleveland National Forest. Maybe I'd invite Justin and/or
Chris along, just to make the fantasy complete...