This story contains homosexual themes. If you are offended by such topics or you are not of legal age to read such stories, please read no further. All the characters in the story are fictitious, any resemblance to actual individuals are purely coincidental. Comments are welcome at ghostwriter@si.rr.com
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Chapter 3
It was nearing 11 by the time the two of them returned to the dorm, and Hunter now realized part of Jerric's problem with school.
"Do you know every student on campus? I don't think you could take two uninterrupted bites of your dinner. People were constantly stopping by to talk to you."
"It's annoying!" Jerric confessed. "Everyone wants to know Jerric Donovan. At first it was flattering, now I hate it. I never have anytime to myself, and what's worse is I have no privacy. That makes relationships almost impossible."
"Your girlfriends don't care for the intrusions I guess."
"Yeah, something like that."
Jerric quickly changed the subject. "Look, we have practice at 8:00 tomorrow and the first day is always the worst, so I think we better call it a night."
"I guess you're right," Hunter agreed "but tomorrow, right after practice, we're gonna work on the report, right?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No, not really. I think the sooner........." Hunter's voice stopped mid-sentence as he noticed that while he was talking, Jerric had proceeded to undress and was now standing completely nude only a few feet from him. He was gorgeous, Hunter thought. Of course he had seen pictures of Jerric before, and had undressed him in his mind, but he never envisioned anything like this.
Jerric was 6'6" with a lanky body that was so typical of basketball players. Not an ounce of fat, just strong lean muscles. What Hunter had found so attractive was his boyish appearance. Jerric had shaggy, light brown hair that encircled his face, making it like a picture frame around his angelic features. His cheeks always appeared as though they were slightly flushed, a trait very common to his Anglican heritage. But it was the eyes that were his defining feature. Deep set and the color of a dark green emerald that lit up when he smiled.
Unfortunately for Hunter, what now had his attention was not Jerric's eyes.
"I guess I should have told you I sleep in the nude" Jerric mentioned apologetically after noticing the awkward silence.
"Ummm, no problem," Hunter managed to answer, hoping he didn't sound half as nervous as he actually was. "I was just thinking about practice tomorrow and kinda lost my train of thought."
Jerric climbed beneath the covers and folded his arms behind his head, resting them on his pillow.
"You were talking about the report."
With Jerric's body now tucked away and out of view, Hunter's concentration was back on track.
"Oh yeah, I was thinking we better get started on that report as soon as possible. No point in waiting until the last minute."
"Sounds good. I've never actually done something ahead of time. I guess it's worth a try."
Hunter shook his head and leaving on his boxers and t-shirt, climbed into bed.
"Good-nite, Jerric."
"Nite, Hunter."
Chapter 4
Hunter collapsed on his bed, unsure if he would ever be able to get up. Every inch of his body ached. No, it didn't ache. It hurt! He had considered himself in good shape. He ran 2 to 3 miles each day, worked out in the gym regularly and played some pretty competitive ball twice a week. Was this a team try-out or a game of survival? Of the eighteen walk-ons, 4 didn't pass the initial physical, 2 dropped out after the first grueling 4 hours and 2 more were cut by the coaches at the end of the day. He was unsure how, but Hunter had made it. Well, at least for now, but he had serious doubts if he could get out of bed tomorrow.
Jerric sat on the bed and gently massaged Hunter's shoulders.
"You gonna be okay, roomie?" he said sympathetically.
"Jerric, it hurts to breathe! There is no way I can do this again tomorrow."
"Yes you can, and tomorrow won't be half as bad as today. The coaches do that on purpose to see who really wants to play." He smiled down at and exhausted Hunter. "Looks like you passed the test."
He took his hand and pushed Hunter's sweaty hair out of his face so he could see his face better.
"You know if you cut your hair a bit, you wouldn't be so hot" he teased, proud of himself that he had covered the real reason he had moved Hunter's hair. Now he could stare at those eyes. Crystal blue, like the waters of the Caribbean, accentuated by a dark tan and long blonde hair.
"I'm hot because the coach tried to kill me today! Not because of my hair."
"Well, I'm about to fix that. Take off your clothes."
"What?"
"Relax, everything you've heard about me isn't necessarily true."
Hunter was confused. "I haven't heard anything about you. What are you talking about?"
"Never mind then. I've got a hot shower ready for you, then a nice massage and you'll be feeling better in no time."
Hunter made an attempt to rise, but while his mind was willing his body wasn't. He felt like an old man.
Jerric extended his hand and helped Hunter to his feet and into the bathroom.
"Left your arms Hunter, and I'll help you out of that shirt."
Hunter struggled but managed to lift his arms above his head and Jerric easily pulled the shirt off over his head.
"Now, use me to balance and step out of your shorts."
Hunter made a valiant effort but even with Jerric's help he found himself loosing his balance and nearly falling, only to have Jerric catch him.
Had he not been so incredibly sore, the moment would have been an enjoyable one. His face was now in Jerric's chest with both of his arms wrapped around him.
"Sorry about that. I guess I'm not too steady on my feet.
Jerric looked at him with those eyes.....those incredible green eyes and smiled. "That's okay. I didn't mind at all."
At first Hunter thought it was his imagination, but he noticed that when he and Jerric had touched bodies, Jerric seemed to linger a bit longer than necessary. There was the incident on the bed, then last night, when Jerric was helping him with a pool shot showing Hunter how to properly line up the ball for a shot. Now this. It was nothing blatant, but it didn't go unnoticed by Hunter.
Hunter had to admit that while he had complained to Jerric that the shower water had been too hot, now that he had let its pulsating jets work their magic over the past 15 minutes, he was starting to feel better. He turned off the water and stepped into the now steam-filled bathroom.
"Dry off real quick and don't put on any clothes" he heard Jerric bark out.
Hunter opened the bathroom door, with only a towel wrapped around his waist and Jerric could feel his body immediately respond.
"Now what?" Hunter asked, feeling more than just a little uncomfortable with nothing more that a small piece of terrycloth wrapped around him.
"Just lay down. On your stomach, and get rid of the pillow."
Hunter tossed the pillow to one side and stretched out on his bed making sure the towel was properly covering everything.
"It's warm" he commented as the heat warmed his damp body.
"Yeah, I putting an electric blanket under the towel. It keeps your muscles warm."
He pulled another blanket on top of Hunter and reached under the covers and removed the towel, "You don't need to be laying on a wet towel and its only gonna get in the way."
"In the way?"
"The massage, remember? Now, relax and no more talking."
Hunter exhaled deeply and shut his eyes, his nostrils filling with the familiar scent of Sore Ease, which he had a feeling was going to become his best friend.
Jerric hands felt incredible. They moved slowly and delicately over Hunter's shoulders carefully deciding which areas needed the most attention. Jerric was in no hurry. Allowing his hands for roam over Hunter's sore muscles was a treat, not an imposition.
45 minutes later as Jerric was just finishing up massaging Hunter's lower back, his cell phone's familiar ring filled the room. He pulled the blanket up around Hunter's shoulders and jumped to answer it.
"Hello?" he whispered into the receiver.
"Is there and particular reason you're whispering" Jeff asked.
"Yes asshole, Hunter's asleep and he needs his rest. Today was rough on him."
Jeff laughed loudly. "Thought you'd go easy on him the first time?"
"Dammit Jeff, why do you always assume I'm gonna fuck every good looking guy that I see."
"Jerric I don't know who you're trying to kid, but this is Jeff. You remember; the guy you've known since you were 3. And I assume you're gonna fuck them, because 9 times out of 10 you do!"
"I haven't fucked you yet." Jerric reminded him.
"It's not like you haven't tried."
Jerric grinned, knowing Jeff was right. "Look Hunter's different. I really like him. He smart got a good sense of humor and......"
".....and fresh meat!" Jeff interjected.
"Fuck you, Jeff. Was there a reason you called other than to piss me off?"
"Yeah, I wanted to know if you wanted to go out with some of the guys tonight and have a couple of beers."
God that sounded good. "I'd love to but I can't. I have plans. Maybe another night."
"Ah, so who's the lucky guy tonight. Adam or Josh?"
"Neither smart ass, it was supposed to be Brett, but I cancelled. I'm staying here and working on my report."
"You're kidding right? Jerric Donovan is passing up not only a night on the town downing some cold beers, but passing up sex? Did you hit you're head in practice today or something?"
"Look, I have to. If I don't I'll loose my scholarship. The Dean is only willing to put up with so much, and I think I pretty much pushed him to the limit. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Jerric hung up the phone and watched Hunter's chest rise and fall with each breath. He walked over and gently kissed Hunter's forehead. "You're adorable" he whispered.
He sat down on his bed and opened the first of 4 books he and Hunter had picked out for the report. "I'll keep my end of the deal Hunter. You busted your ass today, now it time for me to bust mine."
To be continued.