Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2007 13:36:13 -0800
From: drewscoach@cox.net
Subject: CJ in San Diego Part 9

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CJ in San Diego, Part 9

After classes, Justin was waiting for me when I got back to Chappy
Hall. The fact that he was already dressed in athletic shorts and a tank
top, told me I was in for another jogging session.

"Hey Eric! Ready to burn off some of that baby fat?"

As I opened the door to my room, I replied: "Baby fat? I think I'm a little
old for that".

"Exactly, that's why you need to run to get rid of it!"

I pulled off my shirt and started rummaging around in my closet for my
workout clothes as Justin entered the room and closed the door behind him.

"I don't think I'm doing that badly. Keep in mind that us geeks aren't
supposed to have washboard abs, that's something for you jocks!"

"Well, you're certainly not doing badly for a geek, Eric, but you're living
here on the jock floor now. In order to fit in, you'll have to become a hot
stud just like us!"

I laughed, as I pulled my jeans shorts down, and got ready to put on my
running shorts. "Your modesty is overwhelming! Besides, there are jocks
here that don't have six pack abs. Like Dave!"

"Big Dave? Well, he's a linebacker, so if you want to tell him he's not hot
enough because he doesn't have six pack abs, go right ahead. Just make sure
I'm nowhere near, `cause I'd hate to have to scrape your remains off the
wall. Besides, he carries about 3 times as much muscle as you do, so he's
alright with a little more padding. Which reminds me...Chris told me that
he was looking for a training partner for some weight training, so I
volunteered your name".

"You did WHAT? Weight training? Are you out of your mind?"

"Not at all! You'd look great with a little more muscle tone. Besides, are
you telling me you're gonna turn down a chance to see Chris Bartram working
up a sweat in the gym? Maybe even see him in the showers afterwards?",
Justin grinned at me.

"Oh my god. Are you trying to set me up with Chris? Do you even have the
slightest indication whether he is gay?"

"None whatsoever. But then again, I don't have any proof that he isn't. And
even if he is as straight as an arrow, you can always enjoy the view!"

"Christ, you're even worse than my mom! I only just told you yesterday that
I was gay, and you're already trying to set me up with guys."

"Yes, and when you meet Prince Charming, you'll be thankful to me for the
rest of your life!"



Near the end of our jog, I told Justin about Marc's idea for a weekend
camping trip.

"Wow, that sounds cool! Yeah, you, me, Chris, CJ, this Marc guy and a few
coolers full of beer... That'd be a GREAT weekend!"

"Do we HAVE to invite CJ along? He doesn't seem to like me at all, which is
bad enough while I'm here, but now you want to invite him along when we go
camping? He'll be grumpy all the time!"

"Oh come on, he's not that bad! We have a great time together! You guys
just got off on the wrong foot, and a weekend like this might actually fix
that. Besides, you can't go on a trip like that without asking your roomie
along."

"I can't? I didn't hear you mention your roomie Dave, and he's a MUCH
cooler guy than CJ."

"Oh, I'll definitely invite Dave, but he told me he got a job for the
weekends, so I don't think he'd be able to make it. Oh, speaking of big
guys, let`s see if Chris is in the gym. I think he usually works out around
this time. That way we can ask him whether he`s interested in our little
camping adventure, and you can perv on him at the same time!", he
laughed. I punched his shoulder in return.

Chris was indeed in the gym, running on the treadmill (with some nice beads
of sweat starting to form on his body. YUM!), and Dave was pumping (a very
impressive amount of) iron so we caught two birds with one stone. Both
agreed that a `Caveman Camping Weekend', as Justin called it, would be a
great idea. Dave said he'd have to check the work roster at his new job to
see what weekends he might be able to get off, but he'd do his best once we
settled on a date. Leaving those two to their workouts, Justin dragged me
away from that beautiful visual treat. "Come on, let's see if CJ is still
swinging on the rings."

Sure enough, several of the gymnasts were practicing their routines. Justin
and I sat down and looked at the spectacle. Tumblers were doing their spins
and bounces right in front of us, and the pommel horse was being used by a
nicely defined, built guy that I'd seen on the jock floor, but hadn't
talked to yet.

"Yum!", I whispered to Justin, nodding in the direction of
pommel-horse-guy.

Justin grinned back: "You like?"

"Hell yeah, I could have some fun with that body!"

Justin chuckled, then looked in the area of the rings. "Ah, there he is!
He's just getting started."



I looked in the same direction and saw CJ jumping up and grabbing the
rings, hanging from them for a second, before pulling himself up, swiveling
his elbows around quickly, and then pressing himself up to fully extend the
arms, the rings now at his waist.

"That's called a muscle-up. In competition they'll usually be lifted up by
a coach, but in training they have to get themselves up.", explained
Justin. Then, with his hands still holding the rings at his waist, CJ
lifted his legs up until they were horizontal, pointing straight ahead of
him, his body now forming an L shape. "That's called a pike", Justin
clarified. Then, CJ slowly rotated his entire body forwards, still
maintaining the L-shape, until his upper body was vertical, but
upside-down. Then his upper body stopped moving, but his legs continued to
rotate until they too were vertical. "Wow, a piked press handstand". Sure
enough, CJ was now in a handstand position, but with his hands in the rings
instead of on the floor. Then CJ swung in huge arcs around the rings, cart
wheeling his entire body several times. "One..two..three giants", Justin
counted.  CJ ended up back in the handstand position, and that's when he
noticed Justin and me watching him. Keeping his arms straight (still upside
down), he slowly pushed them out, away from his body. "That's an inverted
cross, a real strength move". It seemed to defy gravity, his body hanging
there upside down, with the arms outstretched perpendicular to his
body. Then CJ seemed to rotate his entire body around the rings until he
was hanging vertically upright this time, with his arms still
outstretched. "Damn, he just maneuvered into an iron cross". CJ swung his
legs up forward, then swung his body back until it was parallel to the
floor. "L-cross press to maltese. Damn, he's got some power in those arms
and shoulders!".

Meanwhile, I was getting hotter by the minute seeing the little muscle man
showing off. I could see nothing else except CJ, having developed some sort
of tunnel vision, and all I heard was Justin describing CJ's moves.

"Oh, he's going to do a planche next", and sure enough, CJ pushed his body
up, still horizontal, but with his arms now holding the rings below his
body. Then he looked right at us, grinned, and lowered his body again. Just
as Justin muttered: "He's going back to a maltese again", CJ powered his
body back up. "Back to planche?", Justin was confused.

Then it dawned on me: "Justin, I think he's just exercising, like doing
pushups.."

"Oh fuck, you're right, he's doing flyes, to be exact. While hanging in the
rings, supported only by his arms. Holy shit! That's fucking inhuman
strength!" Yet CJ seemed to pump out fly after fly without taking so much
as a breather. The only sign of the incredible effort it must have been,
was given by the beads of sweat that were starting to appear all over his
body. Then he stopped, at the maltese, and rotated his head down and his
feet up, and then pushed up into handstand. And then...he proceeded to do
handstand pushups in the rings! Fuck, his upper body muscles must have been
screaming by now! Yet when he finally reached the end of his exercise after
countless pushups, he simply did some more swings, then went into the
dismount. Once he had both feet back on the ground, he pulled his top off
and walked over to us. Looking tired, but with a big grin on his face.

"Duuuude, that was fucking incredible!", Justin said.

"Yeah, it was a good end to my workout", CJ answered.

His chest was heaving, sucking in air, but the sweat glistening on his
muscles looked just fine to me! At this point, I caught myself still
staring at his pecs, shoulders and arms (I hadn`t really stopped staring
since he began his routine on the rings). Finally I managed to look up,
only to look straight into CJ's smirking eyes! Oh fuck, I hope he didn't
notice how much I was looking at him! Fortunately for me, Justin chose this
moment to explain the Caveman Camping Weekend to CJ, and CJ said he might
be interested in coming along. Damn, that gave me some mixed emotions. On
the one hand, he might be grumpy all weekend and I sure didn't want to deal
with that. But on the other hand, damn, possibly sharing a tent with CJ,
sleeping right next to him? That could be either VERY hot, if he was in his
usual deep sleep, or VERY bad if he woke up while I was feeling him up!

But finally CJ walked off to the showers, leaving me staring at his
muscular back until Justin said: "Hey dude, time to put away the baseball
bat!"

"What?!?"

Justin pointed: "I take it you like CJ, judging by the hard-on you have?"

I turned bright red when I noticed the huge tent in my shorts. Oh fuck, did
CJ see it too? If he did, he'd know I was gay for sure!