Date: Sun, 3 Apr 2022 23:22:20 +0800 From: Fist Bump Subject: Foster Slut Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Sup guys! Thank you all for your wonderful emails. You guys rock. This is a new chapter and I hope you like it! If you enjoyed my story, please don't hesitate to email me - supbrodie101@gmail.com Please donate to Nifty. It's an incredible site and it needs your money and support to keep it going. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Good afternoon, team. My name is Coach Layla and I'll be substituting for Coach Tyler during his absence." The team looked around each other in confusion. Surprise evident in their eyes considering Coach Tyler never missed a day of practice. But before anyone could even ask, Coach Layla already supplied their curiosity with an annoyed answer. "The principal told me that he had a family emergency and will be taking an indefinite leave of absence. Seeing as the track team practice coincides with my team's swimming practice, I agreed to take you on while Coach Murphy, who's in charge of the basketball team, will take Tyler's football practice." I was stunned. That meant Coach Tyler really left everything. Thinking back to what happened the last time I saw him, I assumed he just didn't want to see me ever again. But if he's also missing his football practice, then I really fucked up. After Coach Layla answered more questions from the team, questions I didn't even pay attention to, they all shrugged and left it at that. As if all is right with the world again. But not me, I was quickly filling up with dread. Whatever happened last Saturday in his office was obviously traumatizing enough for Coach Tyler to leave just like that. There was a small part of me that blamed myself for it, but I knew I did nothing wrong. Well, I did fondle him in his sleep, which inadvertently triggered a childhood trauma of his, but I didn't mean for it to happen. All I did was grab his cock which was infinitely tamer than what he did to me. So it's not my fault at all. But why do I feel so guilty? The entire practice I was distracted. I was slow on the drills, and I was always running behind. I was also mostly out of breath. I'd like to say that it was because I didn't get enough sleep last night, but it's the worry that kept sinking deeper and deeper in me that was to blame. The worry that I had done something irreparable to Coach Tyler and he will hate me so much I will never see him again. Which didn't make sense if I look back on the times he abused me. Particularly that first time in the shower. But that was different, right? Yes, I knew he assaulted me. But I also knew that some part of me reveled in it. And call me fucked up, but even after experiencing that cruel attack, I wouldn't call myself traumatized at all. But after seeing Coach Tyler last Saturday in his office, when he cowered in on himself and sobbed like a small child, it shattered me. I might have hated him before but seeing him broken and mewling like that, when he always seemed so vital, the epitome of strength, it was heartbreakingly horrifying. And now he's nowhere to be found. The fact that I might have something to do with it chills me to the bone. After practice, I went straight to Coach Layla to see if she knew anything more about Coach Tyler's sudden absence. But her answer left me even more puzzled. "No, young man. I have no idea." She said coldly, before picking up her stuff and walking away, rushing towards wherever she needed to go. Clearly not caring about the added workload she had to take because of Coach Tyler. ~ The first week that Coach Tyler was absent, the team carried on as if nothing weird or unusual had happened. Some of the track team members even rejoiced at it. A sentiment that I heard the football team shared as well. I couldn't really blame them, the mean bastard loved to torture his players. But the more relaxed they got after every week that passed, with Coach Tyler still left to be seen, it just irritated me and filled me with worry. I talked to some of my teammates, asking if they might have heard something about Coach. But they either didn't know or didn't care. It seemed like I was the only one who actually gave a damn about him. It got to a point that my questions raised a few eyebrows in the team. "Why do you care so much that he's gone? Hell, with how much he used to bully you, I thought you'd be the last one to ask about where he is," a teammate said. "Just enjoy it, man. Look how happy the team is without him treating us like a bunch of slaves." Looking at their faces, it seemed that he had a point. They all seemed much mellower and relaxed. I wanted to slap them all upside their heads. ~ It's been five weeks since the incident, and Coach Tyler still hasn't come back. The worry that I felt from several weeks ago has turned into a full blown fear and anxiety. Is he even okay? At this point I was asking, is he still alive? Being a high school student, I've heard many stories about other kids who had to hurt themselves just to deal with their trauma. And just then I prayed that whatever it was that Coach Tyler relived in his office that day, it won't be too grave that he would feel the need to end it all. I had to do something. Clearly this waiting around isn't helping. I might have gone crazy or something broke in my mind but I'm fucking worried about the guy. You know, the guy who brutally raped me and left me bleeding in the shower floor. It's been over a month and even Dave had no idea what happened to him when I asked him a few weeks ago. He said that Coach has also been missing at the bar where he usually goes every Sunday night to have drinks and play pool with his buddies. "Let me ask his buddies and let you know if they heard about him." Dave said. And that was a week ago, the very next day after that he called me back and said Coach's buddies also had no idea where he might have gone. His house had been empty and he wasn't answering any of his calls. Needless to say, I am full-on freaking out right now. Especially after Coach Layla told us that the current setup with the coaches and the teams aren't working anymore and the school is looking for a new coach to replace Coach Tyler permanently. My heart was pounding in my chest as I went home. And as soon as I got to my room, I called Dave again. "I need Coach Tyler's address. Not the apartment he's living in, the one he might have gone to several weeks ago before he went missing. Maybe he went to visit a family or something. Can you please help me find it?" I said, not even bothering with a hello. "Uhhh.. why do you need his address?" Shit. How do I even explain all of this? Dave's a cop. How can I justify my need for his address when I couldn't really tell him all of what happened between me and Coach? "The school is finding a new coach to replace him and I don't want a new coach. I really need to talk to him." He went silent for several moments before I heard a deep sigh. "Let me ask around." He said, then he put his phone down and I heard muffled voices in the background. Then followed by the sound of typing on a keyboard. After a few minutes he came back and rattled off an address for me. "I believe that's the house he grew up in. His father still lives there, I think you might find him there." After writing it down on my phone, I thanked Dave and hung up. I looked up the address and found that it was more than a hundred miles away from where we live. And it's already past six in the evening. Thankfully, it was Friday so I got no school tomorrow and with just my luck, Mark is pulling a double shift at the station so he won't be home until tomorrow afternoon. I can just tell him that I'll be sleeping over at a friend's house tonight and I'll be good to go. I quickly grabbed a small backpack and stuffed my phone, wallet, keys, and a change of clothes inside it. I was feeling invigorated, because finally I had a plan. Finally, there's no more waiting around for Coach to come back. I'm going to march to his house and tell him he needs to come back before some stupid coach takes his place. The renewed vigor I was feeling came crashing down as I remembered that he lived on the other side of the state. Mark's got the car and even if it was here, I still have no driving license so I couldn't really drive it that far or Mark will kill me. And after a quick search online, I found that the bus going there just left the terminal ten minutes ago and the next trip will depart around midnight. Fuck! Wait. An idea suddenly popped in my head. Fuck, he`ll be so mad but I know he'll help me. ~ "You want me to drive you where?!" Caleb's voice rang out. "You do know it's almost seven in the evening already right? Does your dad know about this, Lucas?" Wincing, I did my best to keep my voice even. "Uhh, no? I just called him and said I'll be sleeping over at a friend's house tonight. So he doesn't know about this." He went quiet. I could practically see Caleb shaking his head disapprovingly. "Caleb, please. I need to talk to Coach Tyler. It's not like I'm going over to some stranger's house. It's Coach Tyler. He's Dave's friend, you know that." Caleb huffed. "Then why are you hiding from your dad?" He got me there. "I just didn't want him to worry. Dad's not particularly fond of him because of his bullying." "I don't know, Lucas..." I swallowed. "Please, Caleb. I need to talk to him. I've been freaking out for weeks and he's been MIA the past month. I know he's a jerk but I really need your help." He didn't say anything. All I got was silence. If it weren't for the noise of his tv in the background, I might have thought he hung up on me. My heart sank as the silence grew longer, already resigning from my plan to see Coach. He heaved a sigh. "Alright, get ready. I'll pick you up in ten minutes." ~ We've been driving for almost two hours, and we still had a lot of miles to cover. Caleb already chewed me out during the first thirty minutes of our drive, saying how irresponsible I was being for bolting out on a Friday night and lying to my dad. "At least you had the good sense to ask for me to drive you and not some high school friend who might get you hurt from a road accident." He said. After a while we both realized we still haven't had dinner and it's already past nine in the evening. So we went to a fast food drive-thru and got ourselves a couple of burgers and fries to remedy our rumbling stomachs. Now we're less than an hour away and traffic is pretty much nonexistent being late in the night. Soft music was playing from the car radio while we were eating our dinner. Well, as I ate mine anyway while holding up Caleb's burger to him every now and then to take a bite and feed him his fries so he can keep his hands on the wheel. He was done telling me about how bad I'm behaving right now, so we're pretty much just relaxing as we traveled the last thirty miles or so. "So, you been on a date lately?" I asked as I brought up his burger to his mouth to take a bite. He chewed for a couple of seconds before nodding. "Yeah, a buddy from the station introduced me to his wife's friend. So I took her out last weekend." "How was it? Did you score?" He snorted at my direct question. "What's it to you?" "Nothing, I just know it's been a while for you. Dad always said you're keeping busy and he never sees you going out much anymore since the breakup." Caleb had a huge breakup with a long time girlfriend a while ago, and apparently up until now he struggles to date for reasons unknown to Mark and I. "If you must know, I did score." He said with a deep sigh. Which told me a lot more than what he was saying. "That bad, huh?" "It's not her fault. She was a beautiful, sexy woman. Thank god I was able to get hard because that was one of my worries. The sex was just okay, I guess." "You think she didn't like it? That's fine though, your first sex with someone isn't always spectacular." He went silent for a minute. His eyes remained focused on the road but I could tell that he was deep in thought. "She actually enjoyed the sex," he said. "It was me who didn't. I just felt like there was something missing. I don't know how to explain it." Now I was the one who got quiet and pensive. Was it because he's still missing his ex? That's why he didn't feel good about the sex? But that can't be. He and I had sex over a month ago and I knew for sure he enjoyed that. Maybe he just liked giving it rough. Just like that time when he fucked me twice in the night and left my hole gaping open and dripping and my body full of bruises from the way manhandled me. Or... call me crazy but maybe he just liked giving it to guys now? I laughed at myself for even thinking about that. There's no way. "Maybe you just liked having sex with me so much no one could ever compare." I teased. He laughed before punching arm playfully. "Fuck you, you ain't that good. I've had better." "Well, then if it's not me then maybe you just like fucking guys now." I waggled my eyebrows. "Nah, I'm going to be honest, I tried imagining that and it didn't do anything for me. Maybe you were just so slutty that's why you turned me on but no other guys do." "How about getting fucked? Have you ever imagined that?" I asked. He got weirdly quiet all of a sudden. My eyes widened. "You did, didn't you? Come on, Caleb I wouldn't judge you. You know how much I like getting fucked. I'd be the last person to judge other guys if they want a dick in their ass." He rolled his eyes at me. I was about to tease him more about it but my phone suddenly beeped and an automated voice told us that we were arriving at Coach Tyler's street. And then a few minutes later, we were parked in front of a modest house that looked a little bit rundown. Coach's father's house. Suddenly, all my nerves came rushing back and I realized I had no clue what I would say once I found him. Of course he would ask me what the hell I was doing at his father's house. I was distracted from my thoughts when I saw someone come out the front door and I got a glimpse of the inside. There were several people gathered and it seemed like they were having... a party? But it looked a little bit too subdued to be considered a party. And from what I can see through the window, almost everyone was wearing black. Weird. "You sure we're in the right place?" I turned to Caleb. He checked his phone for a while before nodding at me. "We're at the address Dave you, so I think we're at the right place. Why don't we go inside and ask?" "There's a lot of people inside, and Coach Tyler doesn't seem like the type to have a lot of guests. I don't think that's the right house." Caleb shrugged. "We will never know if we don't ask, you know." Heaving a sigh, I felt disappointed knowing that we drove all the way up here only to go back home without finding Coach Tyler. "Okay come on, maybe they know something." Together we exited the car and walked towards the front door where we could hear the soft noise from inside. I knocked, then a few seconds later a gorgeous woman answered the door. She was mid-thirties, blonde, with deep blue eyes and I think she stood at almost six feet. Very tall for a woman. She looked like a runway model especially with the tight black dress she was wearing. "Hi! Good evening, I'm Jessica. Are you here for Frank?" She said, giving us a welcoming smile. Caleb and I looked at each other for a moment, confused. "Err.. no, actually. I'm just here to ask about someone. I was told he lived here. Do you by any chance know Tyler?" Jessica's face lit up, "Why yes, he's in the kitchen. Cleaning up I think." I let out a relieved sigh and turned to Caleb. Finally. I found him. He gave me an encouraging nod. Telling me to go inside. My heart immediately started pounding in my chest. "How do you know Ty, by the way?" Jessica asked as she let us in the living room, where about seven people were lounging, eating and chatting softly with each other. "He's my coach, I'm in the track team." "I see," she pointed towards the kitchen where I could see more people clad in black holding drinks and talking with each other. "You can find him there, sorry I gotta talk to Mrs. Jameson about the catering. Nice to meet you, by the way." After giving me another kind smile she went off. I walked towards the kitchen, with Caleb trailing right behind me. The kitchen was more packed than the living room, so making our way was a bit more difficult considering the room wasn't that big. I muttered a few "excuse mes" and apologies when I bumped into someone, but soon enough I saw the man I was looking for. He was in the corner, dressed in all black, tight dress pants that hugged his thick thighs and ass and a button up shirt with the first two buttons open, revealing a bit of his hairy chest. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his veiny forearms. Fuck. I see nothing has changed and he's still that sexy, cruel bastard who never fails to make me crazy with lust. His shirt was almost bursting, too small to contain his bulging muscles. Hell, even his pierced nipples were hard and erect that it was standing prominently from inside his shirt. He was talking softly to another man, with the ever-present scowl on his face. But the man didn't seem affected, probably used to his face always looking like he wanted to kill someone. I watched him for a few more seconds, only noticing the fact that there was actually something different about Coach Tyler. It was small, barely noticeable if you don't look, but you could see it in his eyes. He seemed... detached. Frowning, I watched him for a couple more seconds before finally, the man patted him on the shoulder and bid him goodbye. When he left, I saw Tyler let out a tired sigh before going to the fridge to get himself a beer. I walked up to him before anyone else could talk to him. When he closed the fridge, he saw me. He froze and his eyes widened as he took me in. As if not believing that I was standing in front of him. At his father's house, more than a hundred miles on the other side of the state. Hell, I never thought I'd be here too. And the voice inside my head kept asking, "then why the fuck are you here?" "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked gruffly. I had a moment to wonder if the voice inside my head was his. Because they're both saying the same thing. "I uhhh... came to see you. You left practice..." I replied meekly. Fuck, that was a lame answer. Even Caleb snorted behind me. Coach Tyler raised his eyebrow at me. Still looking lost and out of sorts and me being here was obviously not helping. He was eerily quiet. And his eyes were unnervingly empty. Despite having bright blue eyes, he always had this dark, hawk-like gaze. As if he can kill you with it alone. Now his eyes seemed listless, like a void of nothing. I knew my worry wasn't unfounded. Whatever was happening, Coach Tyler was not okay at all. Now that I saw him, I knew that this man in front of me, despite looking like the handsome devil I've always known, is not the same man who left over a month ago. Maybe it's the dark circles around his eyes, or the pale color of his cheeks, or maybe just the fact that he's giving off a lot of depressive energy when he always seemed so full of strength and vitality. This man in front of me looked utterly broken. Just then a couple walked up to us and turned to Coach. "We`re on our way out Tyler, thank you and again, we're sorry for your loss." The woman gave him a hug which was obvious that he wasn't inclined on giving back but was compelled to so he quickly wrapped an arm around her before stepping back. The other man patted him on his shoulder and gave him one of those consoling smiles. "Frank was a good man and he's in a better place now. Hang in there, Tyler. Things will get better." They were right in front of us and I saw exactly how Coach tensed at what the man said. But he kept quiet and gave a simple nod before bidding them goodbye. Once it was just us again in our own little corner, Coach closed his eyes and heaved another sigh. I looked back at Caleb who was still standing behind me, and he too, was clueless about what to do. "When are these people going to fucking leave?" He muttered. But the usual venom in his voice was weaker. Clearly, this has been an exhausting day for him. And I was able to put two and two together to know that it was Frank, Coach Tyler's father who died recently and this was a gathering for him. "I'm sorry about your fa-" "Don't!" He hissed at me. "All day I've had people telling me about how sorry they are because that asshole died and I swear I'm close to fucking smashing all these fancy China and throwing everyone out!" He was panting. And it's clearly obvious how worked up and close to exploding he was. "I just want these fucking idiots to go and leave me alone." He was shaking with pent-up anger and his eyes were brimming with tears and looking more and more frantic by the second. He looked close to hyperventilating and my heart was breaking so I didn't think about anything else and just acted. I crushed myself to him and wrapped my arms around him to hold him tight. He froze. Not knowing what to do with what I just did. I couldn't see his reaction because my face was buried in his chest, but I knew he was in shock. We never did this before. It took a full minute before he recovered, which was close to becoming embarrassing for me because I thought he would just leave me hanging like that, me clinging to him in front of all these strangers, looking like an idiot and not return the hug. But then I felt his body start slowly relaxing, and after a few seconds I felt his arms move to gently wrap around me and press me harder to him. With my face still buried in his chest, I felt him slowly calm down. His heartbeat was getting back to normal and he wasn't on the verge of hyperventilating anymore. And knowing Coach Tyler, I assumed physical touch was something he was very uncomfortable with receiving. So I wasn't sure how long to keep my arms around him. Although, he seemed like he really needed it. Judging by how tight he was clinging to me. Pressing me into him. He towered over me, my head not reaching above his chest. And he rested his cheek on the top of my head as he took deep, even breaths. We were locked in an embrace, which I'm sure looked very weird, but luckily, none of the people in the kitchen paid us any attention. When we parted, I looked up at Coach's face and was relieved to find that he was looking a lot more calm and composed. He still didn't step back though, we were still pressed against each other and his hands were still on my shoulders. As if he's afraid to let me go. I smiled at him, but he didn't smile back. Instead he just stared at me, looking lost in my eyes and watching me for a long time before he slowly lifted his hand to brush the back of his fingers across my cheek. I felt his thumb brush against my lower lip and my breath hitched. It's as if the world around us started to fade. The sounds of the wine glasses and the chatter faded and all I could see and hear and feel... was the man right in front of me. I saw his eyes dart toward my lips and I gasped as I watched him lick his own. The quick swipe of his pink tongue on his lips shot a bolt of electricity through my body and before we knew it, we were leaning closer and closer to each other until our lips almost- "Woah there, big man!" Caleb's voice suddenly rang out. Which made a few people close to us turn around but thankfully, Caleb was able to immediately pull me away before anyone could see what almost happened. "Buddy, I don't think you wanna be seen making out with your student in front of all these people. Unless you want to go to jail, keep your mouth away from Lucas." He whispered, chuckling. Coach Tyler cleared his throat and stepped back. "Right." Just then Jessica the runway model popped in the kitchen doorway and called Coach's name. "Hey Ty? Come over here, Mrs. Clemence wants to talk to you before she leaves." I heard Coach Tyler sigh before he schooled his expression and walked briskly towards her. But after a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned around. He stared at me yet again, his piercing blue eyes glued to mine. He was conflicted, torn, and even though I was successful in calming him down, I could see that he was still feeling overwhelmed and lost in the middle of all this. Coach Tyler was clearly struggling, and his eyes spoke to my soul in that moment. I knew exactly what he wanted to say but couldn't. I smiled softly and gave him an encouraging nod. "It's okay, go ahead. I'm not going anywhere. We'll stay here and wait until you finish." The relief in his eyes was evident. The gratitude he conveyed to me with that one look made me feel like a hero. His eyes softened, lingering on me for a couple more seconds, then he mouthed "thank you." Then he turned around and off he went to say good bye to his guests.