Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2004 14:39:42 -0600
From: GhostWriter@si.rr.com
Subject: The All American Chapters 1 and 2

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
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The All American

CHAPTER 1


Hunter could feel the churning is his stomach as the taxi slowed to a halt.
He slowly opened the cab door, mesmerized by the sight before him.

"Excuse me, that's gonna be 18 bucks" the driver informed him in an
obviously perturbed tone.

"Oh, I'm sorry.  I was ummm, just thinking" Hunter stammered nervously.

"Yeah, I can see that, but while you're thinking, the meter is still
running.  You want to think on my time or yours?"

Without answering, Hunter reached in his pocket and handed the driver a
twenty.  He grabbed his suitcase from the seat of the cab and walked slowly
towards the building before him, totally unaware of the cabbie's grumbling
about what he had considered a small tip.

As he neared his destination he hoped his decision had been a good one.  He
had turned down numerous academic scholarships, most of them full rides,
for a shot in the dark.

Duke University.

Not only was it a great basketball school, but one with a highly regarded
curriculum as well.  With a lot of hard work, not to mention an incredible
amount of luck, Hunter hoped to make the squad, pick up a small scholarship
and work on his pre-law studies.  Back home he had been a high school
standout, both athletically and academically, but this wasn't Wyoming.
This was Duke where people like him were commonplace.

He had been approached numerous times by the scouts who were impressed with
his stats as well as his grades, but he knew up-front a scholarship was a
long shot at best.  At 6'3", he was considered short, even for a guard and
coming out of a less than competitive high school league had all but sealed
his fate.  Now his only shot was to compete for the one slot offered to
walk-ons.  He knew he had the skills.  He just had to prove to the coaches
he could compete at this level.  That, and beat out 20 other guys.

He took a deep breath as he opened the door to where the school's Athletic
Department was housed.  He pulled a map from his backpack and looked down
both hallways and then back to the map trying to get his bearings.

"You look lost," a voice said from behind him.  "Do you need some help?"

'Gee, is it that obvious?' Hunter asked himself.

He turned toward the stranger, wanting to thank him for his offer, but was
taken aback when he realized who had spoken to him

"You're Jerric Donovan," he said softly trying desperately not to stare.

A huge smile covered Jerric's face.  "I know. I have been for about 19
years now, but thanks for pointing that out."

Hunter could feel his face blush.  "I'm sorry.  I guess I was just
surprised.  The first person I meet on campus just happens to be last
years' college athlete of the year."

"No problem", Jerric responded casually ignoring the reference to his
achievement last year.  "Now, where exactly was this map supposed to get
you?"

"I'm trying to find Mr. Richmond.  They said he can give me my room
assignment for basketball camp."

"You a here on a scholarship?"  Jerric asked innocently.

"No.  I'm a walk-on."

"Ah, well good luck.  I hear there are several of you guys trying out.
Anyway, that's where I'm headed.  I need to talk to Mr. Richmond myself.
He's got me rooming with some red-neck kid out of Wyoming and that's just
not gonna work."

Realizing how he must have sounded Jerric tried to explain.

"I mean I'm sure he's a nice guy, but I really need to work on my grades or
I'm gonna loose my scholarship.  This kid is from Casper Wyoming and last
thing I need is some beer-guzzling cowboy with a .5 grade point average as
a roommate."

Hunter tried his best to control himself.  Seems as though Mr. Hot Shot was
in for a surprise.

As they entered Mr. Richmond's office he immediately smiled at Jerric.

"Jerric, when did you get in?  I thought you boys didn't have to report
back until next week?"

"Well, we don't, but I kinda wanted to be here for the tryouts.  I could
use the workout and well, I need to make up a couple of assignments that I
missed last semester."

Mr. Richmond nodded.  "I saw your report card.  Another one like that and
you're in some serious trouble with your scholarship."

"I know.  That's why I needed to talk to you, but why don't you help him
first," he said nodding in Hunter's direction.  "My problem might take a
while."

"Okay," Mr. Richmond agreed. Then turning to Hunter he asked. "What is it
that I can help you with son?"

"My name is Hunter. Hunter Paxson."

"Nice to finally meet you Hunter" he said as he extended his hand for
Hunter to shake.  "Coach Jackson said you had called from the airport and
to have your key ready.  How was your flight in from Casper?"

"Casper?" Jerric gasped.

"Yeah, Casper" Hunter answered with a sly smile on his face. "Coach Jackson
invited me to try-out for the walk-on position."

"We're hoping some of his brain power of his will rub off on you guys."
Richmond added.  "Lord knows you can use it."

Now it was Jerric's turn to blush.  "Let me guess," he asked, obviously
embarrassed by his earlier comments.  "You don't have a .5 GPA do you?"

"Are you kidding?" Richmond answered before Hunter could say a word.  "Try
a 4.5.  Hunter is in pre-law.

Hunter was totally enjoying watching Jerric squirm.

"I suppose I've made a total ass of myself?" Jerric asked somewhat
rhetorically.

"Pretty much." Hunter concurred.  He grabbed his room key from the desk and
headed toward the door.  Looking back he smiled.  "Later."




CHAPTER 2

Hunter had just finished unpacking, which had taken a total of 15 minutes,
when he heard rather subdued knock on the dorm room door.  He opened the
door cautiously to find a handsome young man dressed in only a pair of
shorts standing before him.  'Damn,' he thought to himself, 'Am I just
extremely horny or are all the guys on this campus exceptionally good
looking?'

"Are you Hunter Paxson?" the young man asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I'm Jeff Judson.  I'm here to represent Jerric Donovan."

"Represent?" Hunter asked smiling, intrigued with the conversation.

"Yes, Mr. Donovan would like to plead temporary insanity and throw himself
on the mercy of the court."

'Hmmm, he could throw himself on ME anytime he likes,' Hunter thought to
himself, knowing the likelihood of that ever happening was slim to none.

"Well, Mr. Judson, exactly how are you gonna convince me that it was only
temporary insanity."

Jeff laughed loudly.  "That's gonna be tough.  I've known Jerric all my
life and now that you mention it, insanity has been pretty much a part of
his day to day existence. He is a great guy though and he's really not the
jerk he obviously sounded like earlier.

Hunter couldn't resist.  "So how much did he pay you to do this?"

Before Jeff could answer a voice from the hallway spoke up.

"Only 10 bucks" Jerric said with a smile as he peered around the wooden
dorm door. " I'm cheap but adorable."

"Says who?" both Jeff and Hunter chimed in.

"Thanks a lot" Jerric said sarcastically.  "You guys sure know how to do
some serious damage to a guy's ego."

Jeff's wit was razor sharp. "Not your ego!  That's impossible."

Hunter covered his mouth, trying desperately not to laugh.  He had wondered
about that.  A guy like Jerric was bound to have a huge ego.  He had been
sought after by every major college basketball team in America, he was
charming and to top it all off, he was nothing less than adorable.  Hell,
if basketball didn't work out Hunter felt for sure Jerric could model for
any top agency.

Jerric was obviously not amused with Jeff's attempt at humor.

"Fuck you!"

Jeff grinned.  "You wish!"

Jerric only shook his head.  "I guess I should introduce you two.  "Jeff
Judson, this is Hunter Paxson."

You extended your hand for Jeff to shake.  "Nice to meet you."

"Same here.  Like I said, I've known Jerric for years.  We went to school
together in New York and as fate would have it, we both got scholarships
here.

"So how come you guys don't room together?" Hunter asked.  "Seems like that
would be the perfect arrangement.  You guys already know each other.

Jerric flashed a quick look at Jeff.  "Let's just say that not all friends
can be roommates, besides I can't stand the smell of chlorine."

Jeff raised his middle finger boldly in Jerric's direction.  "And sweaty
basketball shoes smell good?"

Hunter laughed. "Okay, I can see why you're not roommates.  Does this go on
all the time?"

"Constantly" Jerric and Jeff said in unison.

Jeff glanced down at his watch.  "Shit, I'm gonna be late for practice.
That means and extra 50 laps on top of the coach chewing my ass!"

He turned and sprinted down the hall "Call me later Jerric.  Bye Hunter."

Jerric pulled off his t-shirt and planted himself next to Hunter on his
bed.  "So, if we're gonna be roomies, I guess we should kinda get to know
each other.  You got plans for tonight?"

"No, not really.

"Great how about we grab something to eat off campus and go shoot some pool
or something." Jerric suggested.

"Sounds good.  You have a car?"

Jerric smiled.  "Oh yeah!  One of the big shots in the Alumni Association
owns a car dealership and he's a huge basketball fan, so he lets me drive
any car on his lot.  It was sort of an unwritten bonus for me signing with
Duke."

Hunter was shocked.  "Are you kidding? This guy just lets you drive
whatever you want and you don't have to pay for it?"

Jerric leaned over immediately and covered Hunter mouth with his hand.
"Shhh, do you know how much trouble I'd get into if the NCAA found out.
I'm not supposed to take gifts from anyone, much less a BMW.  I could loose
my scholarship."

In his attempt to quiet Hunter, Jerric had pushed him back on his bed and
was lying on top of him.  While Hunter was in no hurry to move, he knew he
better.  Having Jerric Donovan laying on top of him dressed only in a shear
pair of nylon shorts was a bit more that Hunter could take for any length
of time.

"Do you mind?" Hunter asked.

Jerric was clueless "Mind what?"

"Mind getting off of me? You're not exactly light."

Jerric smiled and slowly moved off of Hunter.  "Yeah, actually I do, but if
you insist."

Hunter couldn't believe what he was hearing. Certainly Jerric was kidding.

"So, what time to you want to eat?"  Hunter asked moving the conversation
into a much safer arena.

"Whenever you're ready.  I was supposed to stop by the library and pick up
something on the Beethoven, but I can do that tomorrow."

Hunter laughed.  "I'm guessing you have a report to do on him, since I
doubt you are a connoisseur of classical music."

"You got it.  I hate doing reports and I have to have it done before the
semester starts.  I was due last semester and the teacher gave me until
next week to get it done."

Hunter shook his head.  "I suppose that's another perk for being the star
basketball player huh?"

Jerric only nodded.

"So how much do you know about him?"

"Absolutely nothing," Jerric admitted.  "and if it were up to me I'd keep
it that way."

"You've never heard of Moonlight Sonata?"  Hunter asked in disbelief.

Jerric shook his heard.

"Then I guess we have our work cut out for us," Hunter commented as he
grabbed a clean shirt, "and we gonna start tonight, not tomorrow."

"Are you serious?  You're gonna help me?"

"Look, I think we can help each other out.  I need to make this team.  I
want to go to law school and basketball is my ticket.  You want to play
basketball and school is your ticket.  They way I see it, we need each
other."

Hunter could see the wheel's turning in Jerric's mind.  "So, I give you
pointers on how to make this team and you help me pass these classes."

"Exactly, but I have to tell you one thing up front.  I won't help you
cheat.  If you pass these classes its gonna be because you earned it."

Jerric's demeanor suddenly changed.  "Look Hunter, I'm not very smart.
Because I'm a good athlete, I've been helped out a lot when it comes to
grades.  The only reason I passed any of my classes last year is because I
had help."

"You mean you had a tutor?"

"No, I had tests made available to me.  I had people that took notes for me
in class.  I had professors that passed me just because of who I am.  I
can't do college level work Hunter."

"Bullshit!" Hunter argued.  "If you are smart enough to remember all those
complicated plays in the coach's play book, then you're smart enough to
pass college courses.  You just don't know how or what to study."

"You really think so?"  Jerric asked.

"Sure I do.  Now grab your keys.  We'll stop by the library on the way to
get something to eat."

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