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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, lets see if Chris is in the gym. I think he usually works out around this time. That way we can ask him whether hes 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!