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Sorry this chapter took even longer than usual, I'll try to get the next one out faster.
CJ in San Diego, Part 6
Damn, going commando in class is NOT a good thing if you're not used to it! I tried to concentrate on what the professor was saying, but every time I moved a bit my dick rubbed against my jeans, causing it to throb! And then of course there was Marc next to me, his right hand dutifully scribbling down notes, but his left elbow was resting on the desk, the hand reaching into the collar of his polo shirt, playing with the little tuft of black chest hair that was peeking out. He'd wrap the fuzz around his finger, then slowly unwrap it again. Then he'd run his fingers through the thatch again, combing it straight, and then the twirling would start again... He was driving me nuts! I had to work real hard to keep myself from staring at him, and maybe even shoving my hand under his shirt to see just where all that black fur went! And on those few occasions where I wasn't daydreaming about ripping off Marc's shirt and playing with his hairy chest, I was instead thinking about that blue-eyed, blond haired hunk Justin! My mind kept going back to the two of us, sweaty and shirtless after our run, and then Justin suddenly kissing my neck! Yes, he probably just did it as a joke, but then there's that word `probably'... Did he mean anything by it? Was Justin gay? Or did the joking with Chris on the way back to Chappy Hall not mean anything? Was that just something that two jocks did? Making jokes about blowjobs? After all, it didn't seem very likely that BOTH Justin AND Chris were gay... But then what about Justin wrapping his arm around my shoulder on several occasions? Did straight guys do that? Oh GOD my dick is hard! I'd better concentrate on the math lecture, or I'll splooge all over my jeans! Concentrate on math, Eric. Think about the math problem... No, don't think about how Marc is running his fingers through his chest hair...DAMN! Focus, Eric, focus!
Besides, what are you gonna say to Justin about rubbing your dick against his ass in the bus this morning? Even if he realized that it was an accident that I was pushed up against him, how could I explain the hard-on that he must have been able to feel?
It was a looonnnnggg day! Fortunately I didn't have any other classes with Marc, so I didn't have his chest hair to drive me nuts once math ended, but in a place like SDSU there are ALWAYS hot guys in class! And even if I managed not to look at them, my dick rubbing against my jeans would cause my mind to think about Justin, shirtless and sweaty. Or about CJ, sprawled out naked on his bed. I had to hide my hard-on in EVERY class that day!
Well, finally classes for the day were over and I headed back to Chapultepec Hall. I had barely gotten back to my room, when Justin burst in. "Hey Eric, are you ready for a run?"
Well, to tell you the truth, I was ready to spank the monkey and release the pressure that had been building in my nuts all day. But one look at Justin in his soccer style shorts and tight tank top, and I knew I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for missing out on looking at him working up a sweat. "Sure Justin. Let me get my gear together." I turned around, pulled my shirt off, followed by my shoes and socks. I grabbed my running shorts, tank top, underwear and socks from my closet. I took my jeans off (my still semi-hard immediately rising up a bit, eager for some action), then slipped on my briefs, shorts and tank top. I was about to put on my socks and shoes, when I suddenly heard Justin say: "Hmm. You DON'T wear underwear to class, but you DO wear underwear after class? Interesting." I turned bright red! I figured Justin had gone back to his room, or at least turned away! Knowing that Justin had seen my naked ass embarrassed me, but it also caused my dick to get harder and harder.
Well, I was done getting dressed, so we headed downstairs and started our run. Damn, running with a boner is tough! All the bouncing around kept my dick from going soft! And having Justin's hot body running right next to me turned me on even more!
This time, we ran the other way, starting out down 55th street, over to Hardy Ave, and continuing counter-clockwise up College. By the time we turned onto Canyon Crest Drive, both Justin and I had taken our tank tops off because it was so warm. Damn, Canyon Crest is LONG! I was huffing and puffing and the only thing that kept me going was looking at Justin's superb body just ahead of me. Damn, baseball players have a GREAT back! I could see the muscles playing across Justin's back with every step he took. It was mesmerizing! But eventually even that mouth-watering sight was not enough, and I came to a stop, panting and sweating heavily. Justin turned around and jogged back to me. He gave me a big hug, saying: "Great run buddy!" As he had his arms around me, hugging my naked sweaty chest to his naked sweaty chest, I suddenly realized that I had a rock hard throbber, and it was poking against Justin's leg! Just then, Justin looked down at my boner and said: "Wow, that's the second time today you're trying to drill a hole in me!". I could have died from embarrassment! Fortunately, he released the hug and I sat down by the side of the road in a clearance between some shrubbery, trying desperately to come up with some sort of explanation. Or should I just ignore it? Justin sat down right next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "So I take it you have the hots for me, Eric?"