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CJ in San Diego, Part 14
Since Dave, Justin and I had decided to have dinner in Hillcrest before going to the bars, I got ready. I showered, put on some cologne, what I thought were a classy yet revealing shirt and tight jeans (I must admit I don`t have much fashion sense), then I headed over to Dave and Justin's room. When I opened the door, I got a surprise: I figured the two straight studs would dress down a bit, since they were going to a gay bar and I didn't think they'd want to get hit on too much. But instead, both were dressed up to the nines: Dave with a sleeveless shirt that showed off his powerful arms and shoulders, and Justin with a blue formfitting polo shirt that matched his blue eyes exactly. "Damn, you guys look HOT!"
Dave replied: "Well, they say that gay guys really know how to dress, so we didn't want to fall behind!"
We soon piled into my little Fiat and headed off.
"So where are we starting off?", Justin asked.
"Well, I looked up some places on the web, since I'm new here myself. First we're going to Hamburger Mary's, which is a bar & restaurant combination. We'll have dinner there and maybe hang out a bit, and then we can see if we want to head somewhere else after that". (Note to the reader: the Hamburger Mary's chain still exists, but the San Diego restaurant described here has since left the chain and changed its name to Urban Mo's).
When we got to the restaurant, it was packed but we managed to get a table after waiting at the bar for a little while. At first I was worried that Dave and Justin would feel uncomfortable being surrounded by gay guys and lesbians, but they seemed to take it in their stride. In fact, when some of the guys there started hitting on Justin, he flirted right back! And Dave seemed to be having a good time too, looking both at the lesbians kissing each other (probably a turn-on for him), and the guys doing the same thing (which he didn't seem to mind). And of course I enjoyed no longer having to hide my attraction to guys. Plus I figured if I was going to make an entrance into the San Diego gay community, doing so while having dinner with a beefy football player and a Paul Walker look-alike baseball player was not a bad start, LOL!
Toward the end of dinner, several guys showed up wearing cowboy hats. Dave seemed surprised by this: "They have gay cowboys?" (Remember: this was before the Brokeback Mountain movie).
"Yes, in fact I think tonight is their country and western night. I saw on their webpage there'll be square-dancing and line-dancing later". We stayed a little longer, but then decided to head off for the next place. I asked one of the waiters where they would suggest I take my two straight boys, and described that we were looking for kind of a relaxed place to have some drinks. He advised going to Bourbon Street, and gave me directions.
It didn't take us long to get there, and since the Fiat is so small it was easy to find a parking spot. Bourbon Street turned out to be an older building with a large patio and kind of a New Orleans feel to it. It was pretty busy, and we had a great time. I was immediately attracted to one of the bartenders there and overheard him being called TatMike. You see, he's quite built and has tattoos covering his arms. In other words, he looks like a bad boy, but actually appeared to be quite a nice guy. Just my type... So that's where I went to go get our drinks. Of course, when I got to the bar I didn't know what to say to him other than just to order our drinks. Damn, I just have no social skills whatsoever! So the rest of the evening, as I was hanging out with Justin and Dave, I kept looking at TatMike. Justin and Dave were having some fun trying to pick out a potential date for me, when I guess Justin caught me staring at the bartender. He suddenly poked Dave in his side, nodded toward TatMike and whispered to Dave (making sure it was loud enough that I would overhear it): "Ooh, I think Eric might have picked someone out himself: his eyes seem to be glued to the bartender over there, the one with the tattoos".
I could feel myself turning bright red, as Dave looked over to the bar and said: "The black-haired guy? Interesting. So you like your guys on the beefy side, do you Eric?"
I blushed furiously and responded: "Uhm, well, I don't really have a specific type that I'm attracted to, but yes, I ...uhm... I do like guys with muscular bodies".
"So are you gonna go over there and talk to him?"
"Uhm, well, I'm not very good at talking to people. Besides, he's working hard, he doesn't have time to just stand there and talk to someone".
Justin and Dave tried to change my mind, but I was too shy and TatMike was indeed having a busy night. So, they came up with a different plan: instead of ordering their own drinks, Justin and Dave gave me money to buy their drinks for them. And of course, they never asked me to buy their drinks at the same time. So as soon as I had returned with Justin's drink, Dave would ask me to go back to the bar and get a drink for him. After a while, TatMike caught on and had a good laugh. I guess the fact that I was back in line every 5 minutes kinda gave away the fact that I thought he was hot... When he had a quiet period, I ended up talking to him (after some encouragement from Justin and David...they didn`t quite drag me over to the bar, but came pretty close, LOL!). I soon found out that he has a boyfriend that he's been with for several years. Bummer! He did buy Dave, Justin and me a round of shots, though, which was very sweet of him.
Around midnight, the bar's patio had to close (some silly San Diego ordinance), so most of the bar emptied out. Since I already had quite a bit of a buzz going at that time, Justin, Dave and I decided to head back to SDSU. It was a good thing that Justin was our designated driver, because I don't think I would have done a very good job of getting us home safely!
Back at Chappy Hall, Dave asked if I'd had a good time. I told them that I'd had a GREAT time and thanked the two straight guys with a great big (drunken) hug. I told them I thought they were the coolest guys for hanging out at a gay bar with me, but they said they really enjoyed being there with me. Then they steadied me on my way back to my room.
Once in my room, I was planning to just strip off and go to bed. But CJ was in his bed, fast asleep, and the covers had slipped off his body. So I snuck a peek as I took off my clothes, and my hard-on just led the way straight to CJ's bed. Yes, I knew it was stupid to do this, but I was so fucking horny! I hadn't jacked off in a few days, I'd been staring at the hot bartender all evening, and I'd been hanging out with my two hot friends, so there was no way that I'd be able to just go to sleep! And here was a muscular, hot gymnast, naked and fast asleep in my room... CJ was on his back, his gorgeous arms resting by his side. So I started by rubbing my left hand all over his powerful chest, while sliding the head of my rapidly hardening dick all over CJ's beefy left arm. Fuck, I was horny! I thought back to seeing CJ do his workout on the rings, with those fucking powerful arms and shoulders supporting his whole body as he did handstands and other stuff on the rings... I rubbed my dick along his entire arm, over his shoulder and down his rock-hard chest. In my drunken state it was hard to keep my balance while standing crouched over next to CJ's bed, so I slid my body down and laid down next to CJ on his bed. Now I could rub my dick against his thigh while my hands were feeling up his abs and chest. I even started licking his muscular shoulder. Oh god, the guy might hate my guts, but he has such a hot body! At this point I was rutting up a storm, grinding my entire body against his, licking his shoulder and chest, and feeling him up all over. Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore and I shot one of my biggest loads ever all over CJ's thigh, up his abs and chest and even hitting his chin! FUUUCK it was hot! When my body finally stopped convulsing, I wrapped my arm around CJ's broad chest and started to doze away. It took about two minutes until my drunk brain realized that that was a REALLY bad idea!! It was tough to get my tired and boozed-up body to respond, but I finally managed to drag myself up off CJ and crawled back to my own bed. I didn't even bother to cover myself with my blanket and just fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.