Date: Sun, 3 Apr 2022 23:23:05 +0800
From: Fist Bump <supbrodie101@gmail.com>
Subject: Foster Slut Chapter 28

Chapter 28


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But soon after, his chuckle died down and a crease formed between his
eyebrows as a thought popped into his head. His eyes suddenly turned
rueful, and I saw the mirth vanish and was quickly replaced by sadness
and regret.


I knew right away what he was going to say.


"Lucas, about that night in the showers... I'm so-" he stuttered, then I
pressed a finger to his lips.


"Shhhh, I know. You don't have to say it. As you can see I'm still
here, I didn't take it to heart." I said sincerely, before giving his
cheek a kiss.


He frowned, "But how could you not? That was sickening what I did."


I shrugged, I've asked myself that same very question since the
beginning. Why I like things that way. Because Dave, Ryan, Mark, and
Caleb, they've all done the same thing. Granted, what happened with
Coach Tyler that night was far more intense compared to the others, and
he crossed a very dangerous line that could've had irreparable
consequences, but I still surpassed it.


I might've even liked it.


Why else would I keep coming back to him? I was not a self-destructive
person. And I have no problems mentally that would deem me incapable of
determining what was right from wrong. I'm sixteen and perfectly capable
of thinking for myself. I was not groomed and my experiences with these
men were consensual. However dubious they may be.


In the end, people really are just different. They like certain things
other people may find gross or disturbing. And what I like is my own
business and no one else's.


Thinking back to Coach's question, and hearing about his past, I
realized now that I finally had an answer.


"Maybe there was just the same darkness in me."


Coach stilled, surprised by my answer.


I breathed a sigh. "You've told me your story, but you never knew mine.
Maybe I should so you can see why I'm like this. Why people say I'm
wise beyond my years, or why I am able to process things more maturely
unlike other kids."


He cupped my cheek, then pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Alright."


~


He had no idea I was a foster kid.


I told him about everything, about how I was born from two teenagers and
that my mother left me in the hospital with my real father soon after I
was born.


I told him his name was Brian, and he raised me by himself before we was
suddenly imprisoned when I was seven years old.


He asked why, but I didn't know the answer myself. Just that social
services took me soon after and that's when my life as a foster kid
started.


From seven to fifteen I went to live in different houses and with
different families. Some nice enough so I was able to stay with them for
almost a year, some physically abused me and starved me so often that I
bounced not even a week later.


I shared with Coach the many times I was put in very disturbing
situations. Having a kind of face like mine, I was often the recipient of
very creepy looks and stares from foster dads and older brothers.


But thankfully no one went beyond that. And I was still grateful that my
first time was with someone I cared about.


"So who was it?" Coach interjected.


"It was my friend Dave," I answered. "When he and his partner Ryan found
me one night after running away from my last foster home."


Coach's eyes widened. "Dave?! My friend Dave from the precinct?"


I froze. Shit, I forgot they were friends.


Chuckling, I answered, "Yeah, him."


He shook his head in disbelief. "That fucking pervert." He whispered, but
his voice was in awe. "How old were you?"


"I just turned fifteen at the time. And that was a few days before I
finally found my forever home with Mark."


I told him about how I was living with a religious family at the time and
how my foster dad found out that I was gay and soon had me packing my
bags because he called social services to come pick me up. Well I didn't
fucking wait. I grabbed my things and ran away.


I continued telling him about what happened after that, how Dave and Ryan
found me and when I went to live with them for a few days, before Mark
and Julie found me. And then the affair happened, and now it was just
Mark and me.


"You see? I've had quite a life too. Maybe nothing compared to yours but
I also had my own struggles to go through. And there was a lot."


His eyes were still watching me, digesting everything I told him. I know
it's only sixteen years worth of stories, but there was a lot that
happened in those years that it still took me a bit of time to finish.


He listened to me avidly the entire time, engrossed as I recounted my
life. When I was done, he didn't say anything.


He just continued staring at me, before pulling my arms until I was lying
on top of him, then slowly grabbed the back of my head so he could press
our lips together.


It was an innocent kiss, no tongue, but full of passion. Meant to convey
a multitude of emotions and I felt every single one of them from the
simple press of Coach's lips against mine.


There was still a question niggling in the back of my mind, I didn't
think it would go away without being answered.


When we broke the kiss, I placed my hands on Coach's chest and rested my
chin on top of them to look at him.


I didn't move from where I was lying on top of his body, I could even
feel his soft dick pressed against my thigh.


After a while, I spoke. "Coach? I need to ask you something."


He hummed, telling me he heard. There was no easy way of asking this, I
could be way wrong on my assumptions, but I could also be right. I've
always known I was quite intuitive. If I was right, a lot of things would
make sense to me about Coach.


"Did Miles... look like me?"


His eyes quickly darted to mine, surprised. Which told me all I needed to
know. That yes, I did look like him. I reminded him so much of the love
he lost many years ago.


I nodded solemnly, "It's okay, I kinda thought so. It explains a lot of
things."


Coach's eyes softened and he took a deep breath.


"When Dave asked me a favor to find you in school at the beginning of the
year so you can join the track team, I didn't expect to see you looking
like him. If I had known, I wouldn't have let you in. A lot of painful
memories came back that day, I remember getting so drunk that night I
blacked out." He said.


"That's why you were always on me, wasn't it? From the first day of
practice." I asked.


He sighed. "It got worse during practice, when I got to see your
personality. It's bad enough that you looked like him but you sounded
and behaved like he did too. You had the same quiet personality and
perceptive eyes as him. When you look at me, which you did a lot, it was
like a punch. I couldn't handle it and it was hurting me and making me
angry."


"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, you know that right?" I said.


He cupped my cheek. "Of course I do, that's why I was mean to you. Well,
meaner to you than the rest. I never claimed to be a nice man."


Understanding dawned on me. "You couldn't kick me out of the team
because of Dave, so you wanted me to quit by myself. You were bullying me
out of the team."


Coach winced, "It's bad I know, but every day it was getting worse. I
was sinking deeper and deeper the longer I saw you. I had to do something
or else I'm going to lose my mind." I could feel his heart start
pounding in his chest, he was becoming agitated.


I quickly grabbed his face. "Shhhhh, Coach I'm not mad. I didn't mean
to sound like I was blaming you. I understand how you feel, and I stayed
remember? You didn't succeed."


He breathed out a sigh of relief. "No, I didn't. And I'm glad."


Then his eyes darkened. And I knew right then what he was thinking about.
That night in the showers.


I was the one who spoke first. "Miles liked it rough too, didn't he?
When you and him had sex, you both liked to play like that." I was almost
sure of that.


Coach simply nodded. "He was more into it than I was at the start. To me,
I was just happy being with him. But he wanted more than just typical
sex, there was a dark craving he always wanted to be satisfied. An itch
like you said. And together we explored it,"


He went on, "I saw it in your eyes, like I said you and Miles had the
same look. And I saw the same hunger in yours. That's what drove me so
mad all those weeks before that night."


To be honest, I felt quite relieved. Since that night in Coach's office,
after it dawned on me that he was abused, I was fearful that the trauma
he endured as a child caused him to become a dangerous man.


Now I was glad to know that the aggression I was subjected to that night
in the showers was just his own personal inclinations and not brought on
by a horrific childhood trauma.


I told him about this, and he chuckled. "No, I'm not damaged enough to
become a true rapist. One who would lure in young men and violate them. I
overcame it all, as you can see."


He became pensive after that. Then a few moments later he spoke again,
"'I know I'm still carrying a lot of pain and guilt. And the loss of
Miles is something that I will never be able to completely move on from,
but I like it that way. It may sound unhealthy but I like knowing that
deep in my heart, he's still there."


If somebody had told me a month ago that I would be cuddling in bed with
Coach Tyler, opening up about his life's story, with his eyes all
sincere and vulnerable and watching me like this, I would've laughed my
ass off.


We've hit some kind of milestone, Coach and I. And I knew, in this
moment he just became a permanent fixture in my life. Just like Caleb,
Dave, Ryan, and Mark.


It's been a long time since I've had a family, and right now it fills
my heart knowing that my current one is growing.


Coach saw as the tears filled my eyes, and he frowned. "What's wrong?"


I shook my head and smiled at him. "Nothing, I'm just glad we met. I'm
not letting you go now. Ever. I swear you'll be so annoyed with me just
like Caleb was last night after I dragged him here."


I was laughing, but my laughter died when I saw Coach's frown deepening.


"His name is Caleb?" He asked curiously.


Confused, I answered, "Yeah. Why?" I realized I've never really said
Caleb's name last night. Coach just knew that he was my dad's best
friend.


"What's wrong with Caleb?" I asked again, weirded out by Coach's
reaction.


He blinked, before he shook his head. Then he gave me a reassuring smile.
"Nothing, it's just... That was Miles' second name. His name was Miles
Caleb. Though he never liked being called that."


Huh.


That's pretty neat. I wonder if that meant something...


~


The conversation died down again, and we spent the last fifteen minutes
just holding each other, enjoying the silence of the early dawn, watching
the window as the sky slowly turned purple.


"Are you coming back now? Please say yes." I whispered, my cheek pressed
against his chest.


He paused, then he took a resigned breath. "I still have a lot to take
care of. I told you I'm selling this house, after that I'm still going
to do a lot of thinking."


His answer was not what I wanted to hear. I thought after all we've
shared tonight he would finally change his mind and come back, but I was
wrong.


"Oh.."


He must have heard the hurt in my voice, because the next thing I knew I
was being laid down with my back on the bed and Coach was positioning
himself on top of me.


"You have friends in school, Lucas. Why do you need me? You don't think
I noticed how the team's always got your back? Those guys like you and
they're the right people to be friends with. Not me." He said.


I turned away from him, unable to let him see as my eyes filled with
tears. It's kind of embarrassing how attached I became to the guy, it's
like I'm in love with him or something. But I couldn't help feeling
like this.


"You deserve to have people who care about you," I said as the tears
fell. I could feel Coach tensing on top of me.


"This life you're living, it's lonely and you don't deserve to live
like this. I know it's difficult for you to open yourself up to people
and be close to them but can't you try for me?"


He sighed, then he lifted his hands and wiped the tears from my face with
his fingers.


"This is... so weird," He murmured sedately.


This prompted me to look back at him and I saw that he had this
bewildered look in his eyes.


"I've never had someone cry for me before. All the people in my life
since Miles has always been just that, people. So all of them pretty much
didn't give a second thought about me. And here you are, tearing up and
almost begging me to come back as your coach."


I frowned, if he really think I wanted him back just so I can have him as
my coach then it's either because I wasn't too clear about my feelings
or he was simply dumb as fuck.


"You know that's not the only reason." I said.


He smiled at me, gave me an earnest grin that lit up his face and showed
me a glimpse of what a happy Coach Tyler could look like if he starts
letting people in. And I wanted to be there when that happens.


"Yeah, I know. I understand what you meant." He pressed his hand on my
chest, right on top of my heart to let me know how much he understood me.


"Thank you, Lucas." He said, his words full of sincerity it moved me.


"You're welcome," I nodded. "Just don't push me away and for once let
me be here for you."


"I'll try." He said, then he leaned closer and kissed me.


This time I didn't settle for a chaste kiss. I grabbed his head to pull
him harder and I darted my tongue inside his mouth.


We both groaned as our tongues swirled around each other. His lips were
soft and tasted so sweet, and I couldn't get enough of it. I was licking
the spit off of his tongue, sucking it like my life depended on it.
Everything about Coach's mouth was perfect. The taste, the smell, the
warmth, it was all so intoxicating.


I rutted my hips upwards, grinding my dick against his hard stomach. I
needed him so badly, and from the way he was crushing his hard cock into
my thighs, I knew he was yearning for me too.


There were no words spoken, I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and he
raised his arms so I could pull it off his body. Then he did the same to
mine. Once we were shirtless, he plopped back down on top of me, his
hairy torso tickling me and heating up my body.


My dick oozed as he went back to kissing me. He controlled the kiss,
telling me he was in charge. He grabbed my face and tilted it a bit
sideways so he could stick his tongue way down my throat before sucking
mine hard back and forth. All I could do was lie there with my mouth wide
open as spit, mine and Coach's, mixed in my mouth and smeared across my
face.


"God, you smell amazing." I moaned when my mouth was free.


He licked my mouth inside and out one last time before he swiped it
across my nose to give me what he knew I wanted all along.


"Lucas, I need to be inside you." He groaned. He sat back and made quick
work of his pants until he was naked and his cock was jutting out
proudly. All swollen and pulsing, oozing with precum.


"Let me taste?" I asked, panting.


Coach swiped a thumb on his tip, gathering the clear fluid that
accumulated, before bringing his thumb over so I could suck it clean. As
soon as the taste hit my tongue, a bolt of electricity shot through my
body. I definitely missed the taste of his cum.


"Taste good?" He smirked, and I nodded. His thumb still inside my mouth.


"Now it's my turn to taste."


He made quick work of my pants, unbuttoning and pulling them down my
legs, in a matter of seconds I was naked. After giving my body a long
look, he breathed out a contented sigh.


He grabbed the back of my legs and lifted them up until I was folded in
half. The cold air hit my hole, and I shivered in excitement as I saw
Coach's eyes zero in on it.


"Look at the pretty pink hole, I fucking missed being inside this cunt.
Tell me, Lucas, you gonna let me use this?" He growled.


I nodded my head vigorously. "God, yes! Please, I need you, Coach."


His lips curled up, "But first, I need a taste."


He pushed the back of my knees until I was spread wide open and my feet
were almost at my ears. He then laid his chest on the bed, his face
inches away from my hole.


I readied myself for his wet, hot tongue. I was nervous with excitement
and he must have known it from the way my hole was puckering.


I took a deep breath to calm myself. But all the air left my lungs in an
instant and I gasped as I felt his nose brush against my rim and breathe
deeply. He sniffed and sniffed, inhaling the scent deeply and rubbing his
whole face over and over on it. The feel of his stubble against my hole
making me squirm and moan loudly.


"Oh, fuck..." I moaned.


His tongue followed soon after, he flicked it over my rim for several
moments before he stuck them to lick all the way inside. As it wiggled
its way into my hole, I groaned aloud.


"Ahhh! Coach, please fuck me..." I begged.


He opened me up with his tongue, he didn't use any fingers and he knew
not to use them because I liked feeling the burn of his cock sliding all
the way inside me.


After a few more minutes my hole was completely wet and ready for a
pounding. He straightened up, then he spat on his cock before he directed
the tip on my entrance.


"I'm going to push all the way, Lucas. And I won't stop until I'm
balls deep in you." He said in warning.


Nodding, I grabbed onto his huge biceps. My legs were spread open, and
our bodies were perfectly aligned that all he had to do now was push.


So he did.


He slid inside me in one long stroke.


The initial pain was severe. It took my breath away, and I felt the blood
drain from my face.


"Breathe, baby." He cooed, his face suddenly right next to mine. He was
gazing at me with loving eyes, and it helped me center myself again and
take a few deep breaths so I wouldn't pass out.


"That's it. I'm all the way in, can you feel it?" He said.


He shifted his hips a bit just to let me feel him, his balls were pressed
against my ass and his cock was embedded deep within me. My own dick was
rock hard, twitching uncontrollably and continuously oozing precum on my
stomach.


God, that was a fucking rush.


Coach knew I was ready because immediately, he pulled all the way out
before slamming back inside forcefully in one swoop. Then he did it
again. And again. And again. Over and over, without stopping.


Being as big as Coach Tyler, who was six foot four and over two hundred
twenty pounds of pure muscle, every slam of his hips jolted my body.
Thankfully the bed was securely nailed down to the floor because the
headboard would've been banging against the wall and waking Caleb up.


"God, I'm going to fuck you so hard your hole will be sore for the next
week. I'm going to cum inside you, and then I'm going to fuck you
again, Lucas." He panted, while vigorously pistoning his cock in and out
of me.


Sweat was gathering on his body, giving him a light sheen. I could see
the beads of sweat on his face and without thought, I pulled him closer
and licked the sweat off his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, and the tip
of his nose.


"Delicious." I moaned, which caused Coach to shiver.


"Oh, fuck." He groaned, his thrusts getting harder and stronger. His cock
started to pulse, telling me he was on the edge. "You ready for Coach's
cum in your pussy, baby?"


I couldn't do anything but nod as speaking was impossible with the way
he was taking my breath away with every strong thrusts.


After three more thrusts he stiffened, he buried his cock deep inside me
and with a hoarse cry, he unloaded shot after shot of cum in me.


He plopped down on top of me as he went down from his climax. Truthfully,
he was crushing me with his weight, but it was a small price to pay
compared to the good pounding he just gave me.


"That was amazing," I panted, catching my breath.


He pressed his face in my neck as he breathed heavily. His spent cock was
still inside me. For a few minutes we regained our breaths as I held
Coach and caressed his back.


He then shifted to raise himself on his elbows so we were face to face.
He had this satisfied look on his face that made me smile like an idiot
in love. God, he looked so handsome like that, with his face and body
covered in sweat, all on top of me.


"How's that hole? Wrecked yet?" He asked hoarsely.


I chuckled, "Just a bit sore."


He grinned, then I felt his cock harden once more. "Good, because I still
have a load to shoot inside it. Buckle up, boy."


I wasn't able to reply at that point because he was already thrusting in
and out of me so harshly all I could do was hold on to his arms as my
body was once again used like a rag doll.


~


It was past two in the afternoon, and Caleb and I were in the guest room
tidying up and getting ready to leave.


Coach was downstairs, cleaning up the dishes from our lunch.


"So, enjoyed the night?" Caleb asked with a grin.


I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't help from grinning as well.


After Coach fucked me a second time, we both passed out from exhaustion.
It was a very emotional night for the both of us, ended by two rigorous
rounds of sex. By the end we were completely drained we fell asleep
almost immediately as we both came.


There was no cleanup, Coach's cock didn't even slip out of my hole. We
just blacked out while covered in sweat and cum.


We were only woken up several hours later by the sound of Caleb cooking
lunch downstairs, who was apparently awake for hours already and was
bored out of his mind.


When Coach and I walked wearily to the kitchen, he glanced at us with a
raised eyebrow and a cheeky smirk.


He turned to Coach, "I hope you don't mind, man. I was hungry and
couldn't disturb you two. So I helped myself."


Coach just shrugged, he was probably starving as well. So we sat down and
ate what Caleb had prepared for us.


After lunch Coach told us to get our things while he stayed down to clean
the dishes.


"So, is he coming back with us? Seems like you two made up." Caleb asked
when we got upstairs.


My heart sank. I really wished I knew the answer to that. Coach still
hasn't told me what his decision was, or if he has even decided yet.


"I don't know," I said regretfully. Caleb saw the sadness in my eyes,
and he gave me a commiserating nod.


When we went downstairs, Coach reverted back to his usual quiet self. His
face betrayed nothing, it's as if it was just another guest who was
leaving.


It was tearing me apart how calm and collected he was being when I was so
close to running to him and begging him to come back with us.


He didn't give me a chance to talk to him alone, probably sensing that I
will try and convince him again if I had it. He was dodging me, I could
feel it.


And now it was time for us to go.


When Caleb and I passed through the front door, I tried my best not to
look back at Coach who was standing in the doorway.


Only when I was already by the car and about to open the passenger door
when I turned around to look at him one last time.


The downcast look in his eyes told me everything. And my stomach sank.


He's already decided.


He just couldn't say it to me because he knew it would hurt me.


I drew in a choked breath, and tried my best to hold the tears back and
not cry, even though my heart was splitting in two.


Slowly, I gave him a reassuring nod. To let him know that I understood.
Truly, even if it hurt.


I just want him to be happy. And if doing this makes him happy, then I
have nothing to do but be supportive of that.


There were no more words to say, in that moment I just prayed to whoever
was listening that in the future, I hope Coach and I will cross paths
again.


Looking into his eyes, I gave him one last nod. He gave me a tight smile
and nodded back. Then after a few seconds he closed the door.


And I went inside the car and tried to not look in the mirror as Caleb
drove us away.


~


The last three months in school have been dull and lifeless.


The bell just rang, signaling the end of our last period and students
started tidying up their desks and zipping up their bags before walking
out of the classroom to go home.


Not me.


I was slumped in my seat, feeling so weary and having no motivation to
stand up because now that the last class of the day ended, it meant it
was time for practice.


It's been like this since three months ago, more and more I was becoming
indifferent to it all.


Even my teammates, they weren't enough to lift my spirits up. Quitting
was becoming more inviting as each day passed, and today it was even more
so.


It all started when the new coach came two and a half months ago.


Mr. Grayson. A fifty-four year old wiry man who used to compete in track
professionally during his time but has been retired for over a decade
now.


He's actually a very nice man. Easygoing. He gets along with the team
too. Which I think is the reason why I started getting detached from my
teammates as well. Because they often talk about how much they like our
new coach and I just couldn't bear it.


We're still friends and all, I just don't hang out much with them
anymore.


When the classroom was empty I dragged myself out of it and trudged along
the halls on my way to the field. I didn't give a fuck anymore if I was
late. At this point they can just kick me out.


Sighing heavily, I prayed that this day would end quickly because right
now all I want to do is go home and cuddle with my dad because I know he
doesn't have work today.


When I arrived in the locker room though, I was confused when I saw my
teammates running around in a frenzy. It looked like they were in a
hurry.


"What's going on?" I asked the guy closest to me.


His frantic eyes looked back at me and gave my clothes a look.  "Dude!
You're late, you gotta get dressed now!"


Another guy breezed past us, running towards the door while still putting
on his shirt.


And then I saw another one sitting on the bench, hastily tying his shoes
in a panic before he darted out as well.


I was confused as fuck. "What the hell is going on? Where's Coach
Grayson?"


The guy beside me answered, "He left! Coach Tyler is back."


I froze, eyes widening and my heart started pounding.


No way.


There's no fucking way.


Before I could even form a reply, suddenly the door burst open and in
comes an angry Coach Tyler glaring at everyone in the room.


"What did I fucking say?! I said ten minutes! What, you princesses need
more time to get ready? Get the fuck out there NOW!" He yelled at the top
of his lungs, causing everyone to flinch.


One by one they all hurried to get out of the room. As they ran to the
exit, they gave Coach a wide berth.


But I stayed still. I didn't move from my spot. I couldn't. I was
stunned by who I was seeing in front of me.


Coach Tyler. Fuck, he really came back.


Now it was just the two of us in the room. We stared at each other, not
saying anything. Just drinking each other in. I had a lot of questions,
but I knew I had all the time in the world to ask them. Right now I'll
just happily look at him and rejoice at the fact that he came back.


"You gonna start changing now, princess? Or are you going to stare at me
all day? I got a team to coach here." He said gruffly, but the corner of
his lips were curling up.


I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. After a while, he started
chuckling too.


"Five minutes, Lucas. Get dressed and get out there." He said with a
smirk, before he winked and got out the door.


I sighed, things just got a whole lot better.