Love Refound
by: E Walk
(© 2008 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 37

The Number One Pick

Cole called, the night of the 27^th and ordered, “Pack your and the boys’ bags.  You have five very good tickets to the Orange Bowl game.”

I started to chuckle, “You want me to fly by myself with the four guys?”

“No you can drive and take your time.  If we’re lucky, perhaps, I’ll be able to help you drive home.  I’ve made reservations for you in the hotel where the team will be staying.  Your room is reserved for the nights of the third and fourth.  Tell the college that you won’t available for duty until the eleventh.”

“Yes, master.  Are you always going to be this bossy?”

I could almost see Cole grinning as he answered, “Only when I have to be.  I’ll cut you a deal.  I’ll be the boss during the day and you can be the boss at night.  I put your tickets and the Hotel Reservation Confirmation in the mail this afternoon.”

Cole added, “Doug, I would really rather be at home with you and boys.”

I confirmed his sentiments, “Cole, I hate to tell you this, but last night, Benji was talking to me and he said, ‘Daddy, it doesn’t seem the same without Dad Cole being here.’  He realized what he said and corrected himself.”

Cole sighed, “Maybe someday, the boys will refer to me as Dad.  I just wish I would be able to spend more time with them. Gotta go; we have a team meeting in twenty minutes.  We’re leaving for Miami in the morning.  I’ll call you tomorrow night.  Love you.  Give the boys a hug and kiss for me.”

When I told the boys the next morning at breakfast that we were going to the game and that we were going to be driving, Benji took exception, “Dad, I really think we should fly.  It took us two days when we went to Granddad and Grandma Christiansen’s house; remember how tired we were?”

I threw up my hands, “I surrender.  I’ll call and see what kind of flight reservations I can arrange.”

Benji hugged me, “Thanks, Dad.  That way Mark, Matt and I won’t miss so much school.”

Benji wasn’t finished, “Daddy, Mark, Matt, Mikey and I want to know if it would be okay for us to call you Daddy, and Uncle Cole, Dad Cole, or just Dad?”

I smiled at the guys, “Guys, why don’t you ask Uncle Cole tonight when he calls, and see what he says?”

 

As we were finishing, Mikey looked at me, “Daddy, I get to go to a real school next year, don’t I?”

“Yep, you’ll be in kindergarten and you will get to ride the school bus with Benji, Mark and Matt.”

“Good, I’m bored at the baby school I go to.”

After breakfast, I went to talk to Patty and Karen, “I’m going to go to the college.  Is there anything you would like for me to buy on my way home?”

Patty nodded, “You might stop at the store and get two gallons of milk.  I can’t think of anything else that we need.”

Karen questioned me, “Mr. Christiansen, I thought the college was closed until the fourth?”

“It is; I just need to go and check a few things since the boys and I have tickets to the Orange Bowl to see Cole play.  I want to make sure I haven’t left anything undone, since I probably won’t be back to work until the sixth.”

Patty giggled, “Karen, we’ll plan a big bash while everyone is gone.”

“Call me if you need me.  You have my cell phone number as well as my work number.”

When I arrived at the administration building, there were only three cars in the parking lot.  One was President Harder’s, and one of them was a brand new car with temporary license plates.  The third was the building custodian‘s.  I stopped at President Harder’s office, “Hi Doris, what are you doing here?”

She looked up, “Hi Doug, we’re going to the Orange Bowl, so I thought I would see if there is anything I needed to do before we leave tomorrow.  We’re driving, so I will be gone until the eighth.  You’re in charge while I’m gone.”

I started to laugh, “Doris, we have a big problem in that the boys and I have tickets for the game, also.  I was going to drive, but the boys decided they wanted to fly because it is too far to drive.”

Doris nodded, “I agree with your sons,  that’s why we’re leaving tomorrow.  We’re going to mooch off of relatives as we go to Miami and back.  You'd better let Clark know that he’s going to be in charge while you’re gone. Perhaps we’ll see you at the game.”

When I got to my office, Clark was sitting at his desk working, “Clark, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to go visit Andre’s family.”

Clark took a deep breath, “We did.  We got so fed up with the snide comments that his two brothers kept making that Andre stood and announced, ‘Dad and Mom, we’ll come back and visit when the bigots aren’t here.’  It’s a good thing that Andre is by far the biggest of the three sons, or I’m sure that we would have been involved in a melee.  The crowning blow was when Andre’s parents walked us to my new car and hugged us.”

“Andre’s Dad spoke for the two of them.  ‘Guys, it’s not Andre’s brothers who are the bigots.  They’re regurgitating the vermin that their wives are spouting.  Someday, perhaps they’ll realize what’s happening, especially if one of their children turns out to be gay.’”

“So that’s your new car in the parking lot?”

 

Clark nodded, “That was my Christmas present from Andre.”

“Wow, what did you give Andre?”

“A bottle of lube.”

I started to laugh, “A little cheap aren’t you?”

Clark shrugged his shoulder, “Well, it wasn’t exactly cheap since it contained a years’ supply.  Why are you here, anyway?”

“I came to see if there was anything that I needed to do before we go to the Orange Bowl.  By the way, you’re in charge while I’m gone, since President Harder and her husband are leaving for the game tomorrow.”

Clark feigned shock, “Me?  I guess this means I’ll be getting a big raise.  Actually, I already knew the Harders were going and I figured you would be going as well for Cole’s sake.  That’s one reason I came to see what was happening, so I wouldn’t be blindsided.  Don’t worry, I’ll limit the new enrollment to only gays and lesbians while you’re gone.”

I hugged Clark, “Is there anything that we need to do?”

“Nope, I think it’s safe for us to leave.”

My cell phone started to ring, “What’s up, Patty?”

“Denny just took Colleen to the hospital.”

“Okay, I’ll be home shortly.”

I put my cell phone in my pocket.  “I need to go home and play gentlemen farmer.”

When I arrived at the house, I was met by the boys.  Benji was talking so fast that I could hardly understand what he was saying, “Aunt Colleen and Uncle Denny have two baby boys.  Uncle Denny says they’re both fine.  Did you make our plane reservations yet?”

“Not yet, let me go do that now.”

The boys followed me to the computer and we found available reservations that would accommodate the five of us in one row.  There were two seats on one side of the aisle and three on the other.  The times were perfect, so that problem was settled.

I changed clothes and went to the stable to see what needed to be done.  I was working when Denny arrived, “Boss, I can take care of this.  Colleen, Alex and Aaron are all sleeping.  I’ll go back to see them again tonight.  This is what you’re paying me for.  Go play with your sons.”

Fast forward: The boys and I went to the game and Cole had an absolutely outstanding game as Georgia Tech beat Southern Cal 35-14.  When the final gun sounded, the Tech players hoisted Cole on their shoulders and carried him around the stadium.  I could tell that Cole was embarrassed.  The team members finally put him down as the ground crew put up a platform for the awards’ ceremony.  Cole not only accepted the BCS championship trophy because he was the team captain, he also was a unanimous selection for the player of the game.”

That was a fitting way for him to end his college career, since he won every major award and was the first string quarterback on everyone’s All America Teams as well as an Academic All America at the quarterback position for the second time and was named the captain to that team.

We almost never saw Cole once college started again, because he played in the East/West Shrine Bowl and then went to the different try out camps for the pros.  He arrived home one weekend and was visibly upset. “I think I blew any chance of being drafted.  I told several teams that I had no desire to play for them and I would not sign if they drafted me.  Besides, all of this extra activity is going to cause me to get some bad grades.”

I hugged him, “Cole, tell the people that school is more important than being drafted.  Concentrate on your grades, because you won’t be able to play football the rest of your life.  You need to have a fall back position in case you were to be injured, heaven forbid.”

Cole called me in April, “Doug, I’ve been invited to the NFL draft ceremonies the last weekend in April.  I don’t know why, because I’m projected to be selected in the second or third round because I haven’t been going to all that many things that the other players have been attending.  I’ll make flight reservations and they have rooms reserved for us.”

I had to ask, “Cole, who is us?”

“Doug, I don’t think the sons should be there, so it’s just going to be you and me.”

On the day we were to go to New York, I picked Cole up at his dorm at six and by the time we were settled in our hotel room, it was 11:30.  We ordered room service and had a sandwich as Cole read the packet of information that had been left for him at the desk.

We were both exhausted so nothing happened other than we cuddled and kissed.  The next morning, Cole was backed toward me and my penis was definitely aroused as I explored his backside.  He turned to me, “Maybe tonight dear Doug, I don’t want to be too sore to sit through the selection process today and tomorrow.  We need to get dressed for the brunch that the teams are providing this morning, before the show.”

When we arrived at the brunch, the other players were regaled in Armani and other designer suits.  Cole chose to wear his blue blazer and khaki slacks.  He commented, “No one is going to notice what I’m wearing.”

After brunch, when the media people were buzzing about the possible number one picks, of which Cole was not one, we were escorted to the Radio City Music Hall for the show.  Cole and I were shown to a seat away from the limelight.  Cole looked at me, “Doug, I’m only here because I won the Heisman Trophy.”

The NFL Commissioner, Mr. Woodall approached the microphone and welcomed those in attendance, “The first choice in this year belongs to the Atlanta Falcons because of a trade.  I understand that you are ready to make your pick.”

Someone handed the Commissioner a slip of paper and the he read, “The Atlantic Falcons select Cole Weaver of Georgia Tech.”

Cole was almost in a frozen state, but he hugged me and went to the platform.  When he arrived on the platform, someone gave him Falcons’ jersey and hat. 

Mr. Woodall asked, “Cole, you seem as if you were surprised at this selection?”

Cole was very direct in his comments, “Sir, the pundits who predicted how the draft would go had me being selected in the second or third round.  I would like to thank my teammates at Georgia Tech and the coaches who made this possible. I would also like to thank my mentor who has supported me through the last six years.  To the fans of Atlanta, I say, let’s go, Falcons.”

Someone came to where I was seated and motioned for me to follow him.  I went to where Cole was being interviewed.

He was confronting some of the analysts, “You should stick to knowns instead of trying to influence the teams and prove to the world how wonderful you are.  You blew this one.”

Cole wanted to get away from the hullabaloo as quickly as possible.

We had just been in the room a short time when there was a knock on the door.  Cole went to see who it was, it was one of the offensive coordinators for the Atlanta Falcons. Cole asked him in, even though Cole was in his briefs.  “What can I do for you, Mr. Francis?”

“Cole, I came to invite you and your agent to the Falcons’ offices next week.  We really would like to get you signed as soon as possible.”

Cole didn’t back down, “Mr. Francis, if the Atlanta Falcons are serious about me joining the team, any paperwork will need to wait until next weekend, since I have some important things that I need to take care of at the university.  You and your negotiating team can come to Summerhill and we can discuss the particulars. I’ll have my agent there.”

Mr. Francis looked confused, “Cole, I have no idea where Summerhill is.  How do I tell the people how to get there?”

Cole was not about to give in, “Mr. Francis, if you will leave your email address, I‘ll send you the directions.  We’ll meet with you, say, at two next Saturday afternoon.”

After Mr. Francis left, I looked at Cole, “Who is your agent?  I hope it's not me.”

Cole hugged me, “No, you silly, you’re too much of a softie.  I talked to your Uncle Howie and asked if he would be my agent.  I figure that would give him something to do since Mr. Nixon is managing the spread.”

Cole pushed me toward the shower, “Take your shower while I send  some email messages.”

I was naked when I walked into the bedroom after my shower.  Cole looked at me, “Isn’t that a dainty dish to set before the King.  Get into bed, I’ll join you shortly and don’t put any clothes on.”

It seemed to be taking Cole a long time in the shower.  He finally appeared and I asked, “What took you so long?  Were you taking care of your personal needs so you wouldn’t flood my mouth?”

Cole had a smirk on his face, “You need to pay for that smart remark.”

He pushed me on my back and kissed and started to caress my body until he reached his intended target area which was rapidly becoming inflated.  When it was fully inflated he applied some lotion to it and straddled my body.  He lowered his body so that the inflated weapon was pointed at the bulls-eye.  I was watching him and he took a very deep breath when the initial entry was made.

I whispered, “Cole, you don’t need to do this.”

“Yes, I do.  I promised myself that I was going to make you totally mine, so make me pregnant.”

After Cole finally relaxed, “I did the best that I could and I have to tell you this.  The feeling was unlike any that I have ever had.  I thought Cole worked wonders with his mouth, but this was even better.”

Cole leaned down and kissed me, “Doug, you feel so big.”

I held his face and kissed him. “Cole, I think I’m in love with you.  Right this minute, I want to take you home and never let you out of my sight.”

“Well then, prove it.”

Prove it I did and I felt a tightening in my thighs and I left a good size deposit in the bulls’-eye while Cole was making a very large deposit on my abdomen.

He hugged me, “See what a mess you made.  No wonder we have so many sons that we don’t know what to do.”

After we were cleaned up I was holding Cole, “When am I going to find out what it feels like to have you in me.”

Cole kissed me, “Douggie, we need to get you ready before I do something like this to you.”

“Does that mean you were practicing doing this with a banana and a dildo, too?”

“Dildo, yes.  Banana, no.  I used smoked sausage first and lots of lube.”

I hugged Cole, “Dude, you are weird.  What would our sons say if they heard you talking like this?”

“We could always tell them that we were taking care of an ouey.  Now let’s go to sleep.”

When I awoke the next morning, Cole was propped on the other bed reading.  I looked at him, “Good morning Sunshine, how are you feeling this morning?”

Cole put down his book; “Let’s just say that I know that I had a visitor last night.  It doesn’t exactly hurt, but I still feel very full.”

After a quick breakfast, we went to the airport and Cole read, the entire flight home.  As we were landing, Cole explained, “I have a big exam tomorrow that could determine if I will be graduating with a 4.0 GPA.”

When I pulled up in front of his dorm, there was a big banner under the windows of the fourth floor that read ‘Hail to the King, King Cole’.  Cole looked at  me, “I hope the guys will allow me to study.  Doug, I love you.  As much as I want to kiss you, I think it isn’t advisable since there are too many eyes watching.”

On the way out of Atlanta, I stopped at a porn shop and bought a dildo and some lube.  While I was in the shop, I was approached by a young man who whispered, “I’ll give you a blow job for ten dollars.”

I didn’t look at him and answered, “No, thank you.”

I looked up and realized that he was one of the students from Harwood Community College, “Ryan, what are you doing here?”

“I come here to find some action and make a little money. What are you doing here Dr. Christiansen?”

“I’m buying a gag gift for a friend who is graduating from college.  Ryan, how often do you come here?”

Ryan was so blasé, “Oh, I come here just about every weekend.”

“Don’t the owners ever say anything to you about what you’re doing?”

“Not unless, I’m not doing my job.  Besides, my Dad owns this sleazy joint.”

As I was leaving the shop, Ryan looked at me, “Doc, if you need anything else, you can give me your order and I’ll bring it back for you.  That will save you a trip.”

The week flew by and Cole arrived about seven o’clock Friday night, much to the boys’ delight.  He took them and got them ready for bed and was reading to them while I went to bathroom to ready myself for the night's activities.

As soon as I was sure that the boys were asleep, I practically dragged Cole to the bedroom and undressed him and pushed him on the bed.  “Tonight is the night that the King has his way with a commoner.”

I made sure that the torpedo was fully charged and started to put in the tube to be fired.  At first the torpedo experienced some resistance, and when the head of the torpedo finally was inserted, I must have grimaced.  Cole tried to pull away but I restrained him, “Look sailor, follow the Captain’s orders.”

Cole mumbled, “Aye, aye sir.” 

The torpedo was in the tube waiting to be launched.  I leaned down and kissed Cole, “I see what you meant about being full.  I guess I’m going to be stretched for life.”

The next afternoon, Uncle Howie arrived with Mr. Morgan from the bank in Atlanta.   Mr. Morgan commented, “Douglas, it looks as if this place is flourishing.  You certainly do have four good looking sons.”

When the negotiations team arrived from the Falcons’ front office the fun began.

To be continued...

Editor's Notes:

I have to wonder just what kind of negotiations are going to happen.

I hope that Cole and his agent manage to hold out for a very large amount of money.  A football player can only expect to be playing for a limited number of years.  Of course that assumes that Cole won't be injured and won't need to stop his career early. 

The boys are all very proud of their Dad Cole. The only thing that would make them any happier would be if Cole would spend more time at home with them.

I can hardly wait for the next chapter to see what will happen next

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

Posted: 08/28/09