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CJ in San Diego, Part 7
"Uhh, well...uhm...", I hemmed and hawed, unsure how to answer that question. Justin jumped up and pulled me to my feet. "Come on, we'll talk about this in my room, where we have a little more privacy." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, squeezed me into his chest and we walked on toward Chappy Hall, his sweaty body pressed up against mine. Needless to say, my dick stayed hard as a rock! Fortunately I don't think anyone noticed it as we made our way up to Justin's room. Once there, Justin closed the door behind me, sat on his bed and motioned for me to sit next to him. I meekly did so, not sure what was going to happen next. He wrapped his arm around me again, then flicked the tip of my throbbing dick with his other hand, and said: "So I guess you're gay?" I nodded. "And I guess you're attracted to me?" His radiant blue eyes stared directly into mine. I nodded again. "I... I'm sorry, but I just cant control who Im attracted to... I hope we can still be friends. Is that OK?" "Sure, Eric! I mean, did you really think I would hate you for it or something?" "Well, yeah, I was kinda worried about that. There are still a lot of narrow-minded people around that just can't deal with being around gay guys. Are you sure you're cool with it?" Justin laughed. "Well, I've had plenty of time to get used to it. One of my cousins is gay. I should introduce you guys sometime, I'm sure he'll come over here to visit me sooner or later." Then he grinned at me. "I always used to tell him that I had no problem with gays, as long as they didn't hit on me. But now that I know you're attracted to me... I dunno... It's actually kinda fun being admired like that! So what do I have that you're attracted to? Is it my big arms?" He flexed his arm right in front of my face, for emphasis. "Because these guns are made to hit homeruns, baby!" He laughed. I laughed along with him. "Well, actually...has anyone ever told you, you look like Paul Walker? You know, with the blond, wavy hair, the blue eyes, the smile, except with a baseball body! You`re HOT!" "I'm hot, huh?" Then, in an Anna Nicole Smith drawl, he said: "Do you like mah body?" He got off the bed and stood in front of me, and started to flex. "So this kinda thing turns you on, eh? A hot baseball body on display, just for you!" He laughed again, when he saw my dick jump in my shorts. "Yeah, I guess it does! Ha ha, that's actually kinda cool that I can do that to a guy." With that, he grabbed me and hugged me, squeezing my face into his chest. "We're alright, buddy. Just make sure to tell that Paul Walker-thing to plenty of hot girls! Because unless you grow some tits overnight, that's as far as it's gonna go." Well, to be honest, that was fine by me! "Thanks, Justin, for being so cool about this. I was really afraid you wouldn't want to be friends with me anymore." I did ask him to keep it to himself, telling him what happened to me in high school when I accidentally outed myself. Justin agreed not to tell anyone, and we went out for a bite, followed by a visit to the pool table.
After having played some pool downstairs with Justin (I beat him again. Yes!) I headed back to my room while Justin stayed to play with some of his friends. In our room, I was astonished to find CJ actually sitting at his desk, studying. I said hi, but got just a grunt by way of response, so I sat down at my desk and started reading through the stuff we had gone through in class that day. About 20 minutes later (I was deeply involved in math) I heard a loud curse and saw CJ's shirt flying across the room. Then his chair was kicked back, he dropped to the floor, and started doing pushups between our desks. Well, that was the end of my ability to concentrate on schoolwork! I tried my best to think about math, but my eyes kept wandering over to the built, half naked gymnast right next to me. Damn, he was a sight! With the low body fat ratio that he had, I could clearly make out the muscles in his back and arms as they kept pistoning his body up and down. I tried to look at the math book, but out of the corner of my eye I kept track of the number of pushups CJ was doing. Damn, he was turning me on! Because it was warm, he soon started to sweat, which made things even worse for me. Now not only could I smell him (I don't like the stink of stale sweat, but the smell of fresh sweat gets me hard in no time!), but he also got a slight sheen all over his body, highlighting the muscle groups. I was especially mesmerized by his arms. Every time he blasted his body upwards, his triceps popped up as giant horseshoes. Then when he lowered his body, they would become more rounded. Then he straightened his arms again, and the horseshoes were back! And the tattoo on his right arm (the one that was practically touching my legs) made the muscle movements even more prominent! I could see the tattoo showed some sort of underwater scene, complete with a scuba diver. Every time he flexed his arm, the entire coral reef rippled as if a giant wave went through! I tried staring at my math book, while wishing my rock hard dick would go down, when right at pushup number 100 (not that I was keeping score or anything) CJ got up off the floor, picked up his chair and sat back down to study again, barely even breathing hard. In fact, I would have bet that I was breathing more heavily than he was, just for a different reason! DAMN I was horny! But, being determined not to get caught by CJ, I focused on the book in front of me. This wasn't made any easier when CJ started to stretch his arms out while reading his book, or by CJ supporting his head with his hand, resting his elbow on the desk and causing his bicep to ball up, but I did my best. That is, until about 20 minutes later, when CJ again got up, dropped to the floor, and started powering out even more pushups. FUCK!! It was a good thing that CJ couldn't look at me while he was doing his exercise, because I gave up on even pretending to study and just stared at the muscles on CJ's back writhing under the skin as he pumped his body up and down. Holy shit, what I wouldn't give to drop to my knees right now and start licking the sweat off his back and arms! Just the thought of muscle-worshipping the gymnast's macho body almost caused me to cum! After a second set of 100 pushups, CJ got up again. I could see a drop of sweat slowly rolling from his armpit down the side of his pumped-up body until it reached his sweatpants. God, I wanted to lean over and lick it up! But CJ sat down and went back to studying, but that didn't last very long. "Fuck, I don't know how you nerds can STAND to read books for so long!" With that, he got up, grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and, still shirtless, headed for the bathrooms down the hall. Still horny and not wanting to miss out on the visual of the half-naked gymnast, I slammed my book closed, grabbed my own toiletries, and followed his broad shoulders.
In the bathroom, I made sure to pick the sink directly next to CJ on his left side. You see, he's left-handed, and sure enough: as he started brushing his teeth, his left arm (which was still pumped and slightly sweaty from his pushups), balled up nicely as he bent his arm. And of course, the muscle play all over his back looked great too! Dammit, even a slight movement like that showed off his muscles! And, because he is left-handed and I am right-handed, his elbow rubbed up against mine on more than one occasion. Fuck, I was glad that I was wearing briefs, otherwise my jeans would have been tented out about a mile by now! Then when he bent over the sink to rinse out his mouth...DAMN those sweats clung to his ass nicely! They even scrunched up a bit in the crack, caught between the two globes of muscle. I was VERY tempted to jump into a toilet stall and blast my load, but instead I finished up and followed CJ back to our room. After all, it would be more fun to wait until CJ fell asleep, and then get to the business at hand, so to speak! I was a bit surprised when CJ sat down on the floor between our beds, and looked at them, seeming to search for something. "What's up, CJ, did you lose something?" That wasn't much of a stretch, since CJ's side of the room was such a mess. But CJ answered: "I was just looking for something to hold my feet down while I work my abs." "Uh..", I looked around, but didn't see anything suitable "..I guess I could hold them." "Oh..Okay." He took his shoes and socks off and threw them somewhere under his bed. Meanwhile I sat down on my knees and grabbed his feet. CJ immediately lowered his upper body down, then started his crunches. Jesus, he had nice abs! Like bricks shoved under the skin, with deep ridges separating them. Ridges that I would have loved to lick over and over! Patience, Eric, patience! I knew I would have to wait until he was asleep, but until then I would just have to admire the view without touching, or I'd be likely to encounter CJ's fists. But being this close to him, holding his feet as he worked his body was enough to have my dick drooling already. Crunch after crunch, CJ blasted them out. His abs must have been burning! Sometimes he twisted his body a bit to work his obliques (okay, at the time I didn't know what they were called, but they looked hot anyway). Well, I lost track of time, but eventually I guess CJ decided he had blasted his abs enough. He mumbled a "thanks", got up, ripped off his sweats and jock, and slid under the covers. Damn, since I was still kneeling on the floor, his ass had practically been pushed in my face! I got up, turned away from CJ, took off my shirt, dropped my jeans, stepped out of my briefs (finally freeing my throbbing, leaking dick) and went to bed too as CJ flicked off the light.
Almost immediately, I heard rustling from CJ's bed. I turned my head, trying to see what was going on by the light coming around the blinds, and sure enough: CJ was whacking off! He saw me looking at him and growled: "Fuck off! Working out gets me horny!" I groaned. In reality, it was a groan because I was getting so incredibly turned on, but I hoped CJ would see it as a groan of disgust. I turned my head a bit, making it seem as though I was staring at the ceiling in anger, when in reality I was staring at the hot sight out of the corner of my eye. Fuck, after walking around commando at class all day, then going for a run with Justin and hanging out with him afterwards, followed by trying to do my class work while CJ was doing pushups, the sight of him brushing his teeth shirtless, CJ doing crunches while I held his feet and now CJ jacking off, naked in bed, just feet away from me...oh my GOD I was about to blow a load! My precum started filling up my navel, as I did my best to keep from cumming. Whack, whack, whack, whack, grunt, whack, the sounds from CJ kept coming as he jacked himself. God damn, he looked good enough to eat. Lying on his back, it was the left arm, the one closest to me, that was doing most of the "work", the bicep and triceps flexing faster and faster. Meanwhile, his other hand was feeling up his body, sliding from his balls up his abs to his chest and back down again. Finally CJ groaned and shot his cum all over his recently worked abs. Fuck, that was a nice sight to see! Shot after shot of white liquid raining down on his muscular body. I had to clamp my fingers around my dick real HARD to keep from spewing my own load. Despite this, two shots still squirted out. But I managed to keep the rest in, ready for later pleasure.
About half an hour later, CJ had slipped into a deep sleep, and my blue balls were about to explode. I slipped out of bed and walked up to the sleeping beauty, who was almost completely free of his sheets. He had thrown them off when he was jacking off, and had fallen asleep before covering himself. Well, that made life easier for me. I slid my hand over his arm, feeling up the muscle, up to his shoulder, down his chest and over his abs, where I ran into the remains of his spunk. I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked my fingers clean. Yum! Immediately I sank down to my knees and started licking CJ's arm. I gently chewed his bicep and triceps and slathered my tongue all over them. Meanwhile, my left hand was feeling up CJ's left thigh, rubbing it all over. Slowly I licked and kissed my way along to CJ's deltoid muscle. Oh FUCK I was horny! Kissing all along CJ's stubbly neck, I worked my way down to his collarbone. Meanwhile, my hand had wormed its way between his legs, feeling up the sleeping gymnast's inner thighs. Sucking on CJ's pecs, my face traveled over to his abs and started to taste the nectar he had shot all over them. I licked up more and more of it, sloshed it around my mouth, then draped it back on his chest, paying special attention to his nipples. I coated them in his own spunk. Oh FUCK I was horny! I slid over a bit and kissed CJ on the lips, leaving a little deposit of sperm on them too. Then it was time to finally let go: I slid my left leg onto CJ's bed, allowing my dick to rub up against his thigh. Meanwhile my left hand was feeling up his inner thighs and nut sac, and then I dove into his armpit. I lifted his arm up to provide better access as I tongued up the pit, slicking it up and down. Fuck, that did it: sperm spewed out of my dick, all over the abs and chest of the sleeping athlete, as I pressed my crotch into him time and time again. Oh GOD it felt good to finally shoot the load that had been building up all day! My body shuddered as it covered CJ in more spunk than I think I'd ever shot in one go. Finally I came back to earth, out of breath. I pulled off of CJ's body carefully, went back to my own bed and promptly fell asleep.