The Football Player's Parallel Obsession Novels & Stories

​"Hey, Vance! Did she give you a tip, or was it a scholarship bonus?" ​A group of junior varsity players blocked my path. One of them, a kid named Tyler, stepped forward and flicked the damp fabric of my hoodie. "Nice video, Ghost. Didn't know you were into playing the damsel in distress. You actually let a girl protect you? How pathetic can you get?" ​I didn't stop. I kept walking, my shoulder hitting his as I pushed past. "The video’s in 4K, Tyler. If you watch it again, maybe you’ll learn how to actually get a girl’s attention. Though I doubt you could handle a girl like Chloe."

Maximillian warns them as we walk out in the conference, leaving his employees with their shaken knees and fear for the warning he left to them. Maximillian walks in the hallway followed by his secretary, Legis Floyen. All employees they pass through are bowing their heads, yet Maximillian doesn't care about their existence. For him, all humans in his company are all tools for his business that he can get rid off if they become useless.

Absolutely not. He isn't like that. He's many things — bossy, rude, a walking thundercloud — but not unsafe. If he ever had wrong intentions, he'd had plenty of opportunities in the last four years. He could've gotten rid of me in seventeen different ways and no one would've questioned it. Still… I grabbed my pocket knife and slipped it into my pajama pocket. Just in case. 0.00001% paranoia is still paranoia, and my life hadn't exactly been a training ground for trusting people blindly.

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predicted Laura. I never thought about that," admitted Ashley as she looked in Steve's direction. "He looked so rugged and so handsome. Are most muscular men on steroids?" "No, not necessarily," responded Laura as she followed Ashley's gaze. "I can assure you that Steve is not taking steroids, and it's unlikely any of the football players on any team coached by Mr. Watkins would be. He doesn't tolerate illegal, unethical, or unhealthy behavior by his players. These young men gained their strength the old fashioned way; genetics and hard work.

Sending the ball end over end more than ten yards is my Achilles heel but I’m determined to increase my success ratio. Working with Lane is no hardship. He has the man goods and I can’t help but enjoy watching him sweat. Unfortunately, Lane’s good looks don’t have the same effect on me that Aiden’s do. This is why I need to stop checking out the guys and focus. There’s no room for anything besides football in my life right now. This becomes my new mantra.

Why am I so fascinated with this? I gave in to my new-found lust. I yanked off my tee-shirt and shoved my gym shorts and briefs down my legs and stepped out. Hoping Babs didn't come looking, I watched another man masturbate while I stroked my rock-hard cock. I'm kinda stocky. Football player build, but I love the gym, so it's all tight. My cock is probably eight inches, thick too, cut, and right now, rock hard watching a kid beat off. I should be ashamed, I'm not. I'm trying to time it so we cum together. I have surrendered to an unknown passion. Falling into this fantasy, I imagined what that young, hard, penis would feel like in my hand. The look on his face as I reached out and touched hi

he look away, unable to explain himself. She glare. “If you don't want to play it, the don't! You dob't have to confuse people like myself!” He stunned, glance at her who the system called Player 9.9B. He didn't actually expect her to say such a thing. He forgot... He shouldn't have carried away. Yet he can't help it. “It's okay to you?” His hands form a fist. “It's okay to have this game where people-” He hardly remembering what happen to those players bathing their own blood, unidentified by the gruesome and gore.

That if I slowed down for even a second, I’d run straight into him. He definitely read my email. What does he think? Does he think I'm interested in him? “Man…” Sam exhales beside me, long and satisfied, like he’s just stepped into heaven instead of a muddy sports field. “I fucking love this sport.” A laugh escapes me despite everything. I glance at the players again—big, fast, reckless. Every single one of them looks like trouble in human form. Short shorts around fit asses. “Of course you do,” I mutter, shaking my head slightly.

“You’re joking, aren’t you?” "What? Where I'm from, this is such a strange thing. Football is played before the sun goes out. How else do you want to see all the fouls and touchdowns?" There’s something in his tone when he says, “You’ll see.” What is it that he’s not telling me? I leaned in closer. “Do you have contacts on behind your glasses? Your eyes… they are like…golden.” “You’re in my personal space, Miss.” I swallowed. “Sorry.”