Football Love: Part 5

“Hey” Jake says interrupting me from my thoughts “If there is any chance these rumors are true about a bet going on and he hurts you don’t expect me to just stand there” I was about to protest but nothing came out. Jake just turns and walks out of the gym leaving me there with a lot to think about.

“So how was it?” Monica asked at the other end of the line. I was walking to my dorm room when Monica called me. “He gave me the speeches like I predicted but I wasn’t at all what I was expecting” I say walking into the dorm building. “Really did he cry?” I laugh at Monica’s question “No he didn’t”

As I turn the corner on my hallway I see John standing there with his suit still handing in the hanger behind him. John gives me a wicked smile and I tell Monica that something came up. Of course Monica knows what I am talking about and laughs. I hang up the phone and kiss John. “What are you doing here?” I ask taking out my room key. “I wanted to get ready here” John whispers in my ear and takes it into his mouth afterwards. I moan and struggle to get the key into the lock.

As we step inside John throws his suit on the bed and wraps his arms around my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and we kiss for a while. Our tongues explore each other’s mouth until we remembered we needed to breathe to stay alive. “Come with me tonight” John says as he puts his forehead on mine. I start to protest but John covers my mouth with his. “Please for me” John says in the sexiest tone.

For a moment I think that maybe if I stay in the corner somewhere hidden he wouldn’t find me. I could tell John that I am trying to avoid someone at the ceremony. Without thinking I nod my head and John gives me the biggest smile I have ever seen. John lifts me up and spins me around a couple of times. It’s almost as if John has won the lottery by convincing me to go to the ceremony. Without letting me go John heads for the bathroom. “We need to take a shower first thought” John says with sparkling eyes.

Once the water was in a comfortable temperature we stepped in. we both knew that we didn’t have a lot of time for sex. However that didn’t stop our cocks from becoming erect. Our hands explore each other’s body like it was the first time. John never once broke the kiss that he started almost five minutes ago when we stepped into the shower.

I had to do something to release all this built of energy and so a thought came to me. I knew the next best thing from sex and a smile came across my face still kissing John. In one quick motion I get to me knees and swallow all of John into my mouth. By now my throat had gotten use to John’s thick cock that it was easier to swallow it into my mouth.

John on the other hand screamed out in surprise and pleasure. I bob my head up and down taking John’s thick cock deeper into my throat. John’s hands make a fist in my hair while slowly moving his hips. The heavy breathing above me lets me know that John is enjoying it. I take my other hand and play with his balls gently as I came to notice John likes it when I do this. Johns moans get louder as I deep throat his cock and keep it there for a few seconds. John’s legs begin to shake as I know that he close to coming. John says my name out of breath and tightens his hold on my hair. John explodes all over my mouth and I almost choke at the amount that is given.

Once John’s cock starts to deflate he picks me up and slams me against the wall. John devours me mouth like his life depended on it. John wrapped his hands around my throbbing cock and in half a dozen strokes I explode. Both of us break the kiss trying to catch our breaths. John’s forehead is on mine and the water glides between us. “Wow” is all I could say and John chuckles at the only word that can come out of my mouth for the moment. After we caught our breaths we each scrub each other and finish quickly as we didn’t have much time to get ready.

John put on his suit and damn did he look fine. I couldn’t help myself when I walked over to him and gave him a lustful kiss. John allowed me to kiss him for several minutes before he forced me to put on my suit. After we started to head out I thought we were going in my car but John stopped me. “I think for this date we are going in mine” John smiled at me and pointed to an SUV.

I smiled at the thought that he referred this as a date. We started walking to the SUV when John opens the passenger door for me. I have to admit I am not use to the whole gentleman opening doors for me and standing up when I walk into the room. But I have to admit I like it when John goes gentleman on me it makes me feel good.

As John drives towards downtown where the museum is I start to panic. I didn’t know what I was thinking maybe I should just tell John that I changed my mind. John must have notice the doubt starting to spread across my face as he put his hand on top of mine. “It’s okay sweetheart I got you” John says in the most reassuring voice. I don’t know why but it helps settle my nerves a bit and I smiled at John. As we drive around to the parking lot of the museum I couldn’t help but look at the banner. The museum was hosting a gallery of our towns past achievements in sports. The guest of honor is football guru Liam Henderson.

Liam has been more of an advisor these days explaining the strong point of a football player. One chat with Liam can make an athlete better than he/she was before. Some say that Liam has a gift to see what an athlete is capable even before the athlete could figure it out on their own. Liam wrote dozens of books and held a lot of conferences to spread his opinions. Every athlete that I know says the same thing about Liam “I wish Liam was my dad” I guess they thought that Liam makes the best father in the world. I on the other hand don’t say anything when an athlete says they want Liam as their father simply because he isn’t a great one.

I should know from firsthand experience because the great Liam Henderson is my father. To tell you the truth I haven’t seen him in over ten years and he didn’t even show up to my mother’s funeral. When my mother died I was only fifteen so I was in need of a guardian. But my father didn’t show up or call he just wasn’t there when I needed him the most. Monica’s parents took me in as foster parents and I am eternally grateful that they did that for me. Ever since it was announced that my father was going to be the guest of honor at the museum he has been trying to call me. I couldn’t wrap my head around talking to my father especially after all these years.

John leans over and kisses me on the cheek breaking my thoughts. I just turn and smile at him placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “You okay?” John whispers to me. I just nod and we both get out of the SUV and head for the museum. My plan is simple avoid my father at all cost thru the night. As soon as we walk into the great lobby Monica starts to walk in our direction.

I have to admit Monica looks stunning in her long flowing black dress. “Wow you actually look like a girl” I say sarcastically and Monica just gives me a wink. “John the museum director wants to talk to you about something” Monica says while paying attention to John. John looks at me asking me in silence if I am ok while he is gone. I just nod and shove my shoulder with his. John laughs and starts to head to the museum directors office. Monica and I stand there admiring John’s ass while he walks away. “Damn I am jealous that you can take that home with you and ride it like there is no tomorrow” Monica’s tone does sound jealous.

I laugh at her and we both head over to the snack bar. As soon as I see food my stomach rumbles as I haven’t eaten anything all day. About twenty minutes later the museum was packed with reporters, athletes from the university, alumni’s and athletes from surrounding universities. The museum is a big building but with everyone who attended it was packed. Monica stayed with me most of the night seeing that she was getting hit on my men of all ages. John would sometimes get away long enough to check up on me but someone always wanted to talk to him.

It was getting close to midnight when the big moment arrived when the great Liam Henderson made his speech. Everyone in the room turned and looks at the middle of the room where a round small stage was set up. I watched as my father stepped up to the round stage and started talking. It had been over ten years since I seen him and yet somehow he still looked the same. My father was a tall man nearly reaching the six foot mark, his hair was short with a hint of grey hairs, big broad shoulders and big brown eyes just like mine. I had to lean into the bar that was set up near the western wall of the museum.

I really didn’t expect my knees to buckle at the site of my father “You want to get out of here” Monica whispers in my ear. Monica knows who my father is and she doesn’t like him due to the fact that he left me by myself. I couldn’t respond to her because I was too busy trying to keep the tears from forming in my eyes.

My father finished with his speech and there was thunderous applause. I didn’t hear any of it and I told Monica if she could drive me back to my dorm. Monica was more than happy to do it seeing that she couldn’t stand the sight of my father as well. We made it to the center of the room seeing that there were still a lot of people in the building. “Alex?” I heard my father’s voice say to me.

The way my father said my name had a special tone to it. I haven’t heard that special tone in a long time and it surprised me that I still knew it. I stopped dead in my tracks as I try so hard to get my emotions under control I slowly turned around. A few feet in front of me was my father with a huge smile on his face. I wish I could feel the same way he did but I didn’t. I stood there trying to hold back my tears and my father took notice. His face turned to concern and took a few steps forward. I on the other hand took a step back and the message was clear. My father stopped and looked at me still with the concern look on his face. We looked at each other and we both knew that this wasn’t going to be a happy family reunion.

“You guys argued constantly didn’t you?” I begin to say trying not to show emotions in my voice. “What?” my father said kind of out of breath. “She was afraid that you only loved her because of her money and that was why you guys always fought” I continue. The great Liam Henderson was just an average Joe back then. My mother fell in love with him and married him a year later. After I was born my mother became obsessed with the idea that my father was only using her for her money. When they divorced my father was becoming well known for his books and speeches, I was only around eight. Somehow when the divorce became final I ended up with my mother. I haven’t seen my father again until tonight. I then asked my father the one question that has been bothering me ever since the divorce.

“Why didn’t you fight for me?” I say with hurt in my tone. By this time everyone within hearing distance was paying attention to our conversation but I didn’t care. I needed to know why my father abandoned me all those years ago. “I did Alex” my father clearly trying to sound calm “For a whole month I fought your mother through tooth and nail for you” his words cut deeper in me than I expected. I quickly looked away from him and wiped a tear that escaped through my eye. “A month?” I say not looking at my father. I couldn’t believe that he only fought for a month for me. I guess I really didn’t matter that much to him if he only fought my mother for a month. Before my father could say anything I talked again “Why did you stop trying? You should have tried harder” my voice almost breaking along the way.

My father opened his mouth but didn’t say anything. I guess he didn’t have a straight answer for me. “She made my childhood miserable because she said every time she looked into my eyes it reminded her of you” I say as another tear falls down my cheek. I quickly wipe it away and look at my father. The look of hurt was now clear as day in his face. I then had to ask my father another question one that I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to. “Why didn’t you go to my mother’s funeral? Why did you leave me? I was only fifteen” my voice cracking along the way. By this time I know my eyes were red as I was trying so hard not to cry.

My father looked at me for a while with hurt written all over his face. “I admit Alex I made some bad decisions back then. I am very sorry that you had to go through all that. But I am trying to make things right again. I want things to work out between us again” my father held back a tear. I just look down and shake my head. There is no way now that I can forgive my father for what he has done. I planned for this moment just in case it came. I wanted to scream at him with every bad word I knew, punch him right in the face or just walk away. I really didn’t want to just walk away and I don’t think I can do any of the other things I planned. Just for this moment I wanted to hurt him so much without ever laying a hand on him. The words didn’t come to me as I look up at my father. “Do you need anything Alex? Anything at all” my father’s voice somewhat breaking.
In one second I knew what I could say to make him hurt as much as I could. I stood up straight and held back my emotions. “No” I said in a rather raspy voice. “I don’t need anything from you”

My father was completely destroyed by my words. His body language and his face said it all. I felt a hand on my back but it wasn’t John’s it was smaller. Monica then whispers in my ear “Come on let’s get out of here”. She held my hand for support and I turned and started to leave. I took a few steps towards the door when I heard “John is a dick for taking that bet”. I knew who that voice belonged to it was Matt who said it. I squeezed Monica’s hand as the words entered my brain. No one and I mean no one who came up to me about the bet said anything about John.

Only two people mention John specifically and that was Sabrina and Matt. When Matt said that I knew that the rumors where true and John was only playing a game. Tears began falling from my eyes as Monica made me walk again.
I took another few steps forward when I saw John standing there with concern in his face. I wanted to punch him but I didn’t think I had the strength left. I stopped right in front of him and just looked at him. “My mother was going to leave her inheritance to her hair stylist because she felt a better connection with her than with me.

But before my mother could sign the paper work she died and so I inherited her money. So congratulations you win the bet” I say and walk past John not looking at him. John softly called out to me but was stopped dead in his tracks by Monica. I knew Monica was standing in front of John so he couldn’t follow me. I didn’t feel Monica’s hand in mine but that didn’t stop me from walking. I knew Monica was giving John the look that made grown men almost piss their pants. Monica pulled the ‘You-Go-Near-Him-And-I-Kill-You’ look. As soon I was near the door I let out all of my tears and walked past the door not looking back to the silent museum behind me.

Part 6 Coming Soon….

Question: Who do you think Alex should end up with? John or Jake?

Music: When you are at the museum part listen to “Grey’s Anatomy Piano by Danny Lux”