Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2019 00:31:05 +0800
From: Fist Bump <supbrodie101@gmail.com>
Subject: foster slut - chapter 1 - written by Fist Bump - adult/youth

This is the first story I've ever written and I hope you like it. I'm an
amateur, so please be gentle. Like the main character, I'm only going with
my instincts. If you have any comments or if you really just love it don't
hesitate to email me and tell me in great detail just how much you did. My
email is - supbrodie101@gmail.com


The first chapter will be a slow burn because it will mostly be the main
character's backstory. But trust me, the next ones will be hot. So stick
with me. I've made it so fucking raunchy for all you perverts out there so
I hope this story scratches that kinky itch inside you.


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Let me give you a little backstory. Just a few hours ago I was at home.
Well, if you could call it that. Being a foster kid the idea of home never
really materialized for me. I'm Lucas. I was given to the system when I was
just seven years old after my father was imprisoned. Now I know what you're
thinking right now, why didn't I just go to my mother? Well, if you find
her let me know I'll come to her right away.


I never really knew her, to be honest. She was gone from day one. She and
my father were very young when they had me. He was just eighteen and my
mother was a year younger. Coming from poor families, they had no resources
to pay for school. Like my father said, they were just two hopeless kids
who met and fucked.


Everytime I would ask my father where she went he said she split right
after giving birth to me. Literally split from the hospital just a few
hours after delivery while my father was asleep and holding newborn me in
his arms. He just woke up to see the hospital bed empty and a note saying
"I'm sorry, Brian". He didn't even hear her go outside the hospital room,
he said. When the police came there was nothing they could do, they just
said they saw her rush out from the hospital cameras and never seen again.
The police offered my father to follow her through the street cameras to
see where she would go but my father declined. Saying that there's no use.
He got the message. She's gone and she will never come back.


So from then on it was just us. Literally. My father, with what's left of
his money, paid all the necessary hospital bills and went home with me. We
were not a rich family by any means. We were living in an old nondescript
house, just getting by but I'm very lucky because my dad was a real
hardworker and because of that he was able to give me what I need.


Now, you might think I did not have an awesome childhood. But you're wrong,
I did. Well, at least for the first seven years of my childhood I did. I
loved my dad so much. He was the best. He made up for the fact that I
didn't have a mother by always being there for me. Until that unfortunate
day came and cops just took him away from me. I was only seven at that time
and I had no clue what was happening. It all happened so fast, me and my
dad were just watching tv on the couch, me on his lap laughing and having
the best time when suddenly cops rushed in our house and they were taking
him away.


A few hours after that I was at the police station and a lady came up to me
saying that my dad was thrown in jail because of a very bad thing he did. I
didn't know what that bad thing was that he did and I kept asking her but
she just looked around like she's conflicted and said to me that it's
something kids wouldn't understand. She then explained to me how my life
would be different from now on, being a child with no other relatives, I
was to be put in the foster system until my dad gets out of prison. She
said he will be there for fifteen years, with possible parole in ten but
because I was still a kid none of that made any sense to me. The only thing
that made sense to me is that my dad is gone.


After I cried and cried desperately for hours the lady drove me to our
house to get my clothes and my toys. She said that for tonight I will sleep
at the station but tomorrow she will take me to my new foster family. I
just nodded. I felt so numb. The only person I've ever really known was my
dad, now suddenly he's gone and I'm in the company of strangers. There was
nothing I could do but cry. Right then I knew my life will be a lot
different now.


Now I'm almost fifteen. It's been eight years since I entered the fostered
system. You could say I've grown used to it now. Even though it's rough, I
managed. You know when people say life is unfair? Trust me, it really
fucking is. I know first hand how fucking unfair life could be. Just let me
give you an example.


Just this afternoon after I got home from school my life took another major
turn to fuckland. I had been living with my current foster family for eight
months when my foster dad had found out my stash of gay porn under my bed
and was disgusted so much that he immediately called the foster system and
requested for my transfer. I wasn't even mad, he was a controlling piece of
shit from the start and I never liked him. He was a devout Catholic, but
that didn't stop him from looking in on me when I'm showering or changing.
Hypocrite. He thinks I never notice but he's wrong. What a pervert. His
wife was no better either, she would just cook and clean and do all the
things wives do like a robot. She never really made an impression on me so
I couldn't care less about her. Their

teenage son though, Max, was the only reason why I was devastated for my
transfer. Max was my age, he`s fourteen and he was my best friend. Since I
was put in the foster system eight years ago I have lived with seven
families and not one of those families I became close to my foster
siblings. They were mostly mean to me because of the fact that I was just a
foster kid. Except for Max. Max was without a doubt the nicest guy I've
ever met. A real kind hearted guy, he's what I say a true Catholic unlike
his dad. He goes out of his way to help everyone, especially me. He's
generous, loving and adorable. Fuck, he's adorable. It was the best eight
months of my life since I could remember. All because of Max.


I`ve always wanted to kiss him but I was too afraid of ruining our
friendship. Sometimes I even thought maybe I'm in love with him. That's how
strongly I feel about him. He was the best thing that's ever happened to me
since I became a foster kid and I just couldn't do anything that would
jeopardize that.


But knowing how my life often goes, I knew it was just a matter of time
before I'm alone again. Immediately after he found out my gay porn stash my
foster dad told me to pack my things up because someone from child services
will pick me up in an hour. I only begged for one thing, to say goodbye to
Max. But the piece of shit didn't let me. "I will not allow you to poison
my son", he vehemently said to me before locking Max in his room so he
couldn't see me as well. With tears running down my face, I told him to go
to hell and left without another word. I didn't even wait for whoever was
supposed to pick me up, I just stormed out of the house and walked to the
park with tears still running down my face and my heart broken in million
pieces. I couldn't even think of Max because when I do, I start to cry.
Last night he told me he had a surprise for me. Something really special,
something that he wanted to give me for a long time now. I will never know
what that surprise will be now.


It's several hours after and I've been at the park the whole time. Doing
nothing but stare into space, thinking about how much of a fuckup I am.
After a while I checked my watch and I saw that it's thirty minutes before
midnight. It has gotten cold in the park and now that I've calmed down from
crying, I started to feel the chill of the night. I looked around and saw
no one, which was obvious since who would be in the fucking park at this
hour? I was shivering, teeth clattering as I try to hug myself for warmth.
Damn, it's fucking cold and the metal bench that I'm sitting on definitely
wasn't helping. I kept looking around, hoping that somebody was here to
help me, or maybe a car will pass through and I can hitchhike to somewhere?
Anything. But there was nothing, It was a quiet night save for the howl of
the cold wind.


A few minutes later I heard something. It came from far away and it was
getting closer and louder. Then I felt it, a drop on my forehead. I looked
up and sure enough, it's starting to rain. "What the fuck? Really?! Rain?"
I screamed at the sky and right after I yelled it poured a lot stronger.
Come on, how fucking unlucky am I? Unbelievable. The universe must hate me
so much. I rushed toward the nearest tree and plopped down the grass but it
was no use now. I was already soaked down to my underwear.


I had nothing in me. No change of clothes, no money. I left all my stuff at
Max's house. I'm too exhausted, this has been a hell of a day. Even through
the loud pouring of rain and my wet clothes my eyes were getting heavier
and heavier. I've never felt more tired, emotionally and physically. I
didn't care if I was alone in the middle of the park sitting in the grass
drenched in rain but I just couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I wanted to
sleep. So bad...


"Wake up, kid!" I awoke with a start. I sat up to find a big man beside me,
with his hand on my shoulder. I looked at him and I saw that he was wearing
a uniform. A cop. "Is it another junkie?" I jumped at the new voice and
turned around to see there was another cop from a few feet behind me. "I
don't think so, Ryan. He looks clean to me." The cop in front me said.
"You're soaked, kid. Where are your parents?"


"Uhhh... I uhhh..." I start, but my brain seemed to have stopped working
because of exhaustion. "Yep, he's a junkie. He can't even talk. He must be
high." The cop behind me said. "Shut the fuck up, Ryan. He's disoriented.
Let's get him to the car." The first cop gently grabbed my arm and put it
in his shoulder while he slowly slipped his other arm around my waist to
help me walk. I looked ahead and I saw that the second cop was now jogging
to the squad car in the middle of the road. When we got there, he opened
the door to let me and the first cop in the backseat. When we were inside,
the cop turned up the heat and I felt myself relax against him. He still
had his other arm around me and I didn't even realize that I curled up to
him. I didn't care, even though he was a complete stranger I still felt
safe. He was so warm. After being cold for hours in the park I couldn't
help but press against him. "What the fuck are you doing? He might be
dangerous!" The second cop who was now in the driver's seat exclaimed when
he saw me practically sitting on his partner's lap. "Shut up, idiot. Look
at him, he's shivering." He said. "I swear Dave, he might have a knife and
you're cuddling him." The cop in front replied. "He doesn't. I checked his
pockets when I helped him up." That seemed to shut the other cop up. "Come
on, drive to the house." He added. I was still nuzzled up against the first
cop, who apparently is named Dave when the other one cried out, "Fuck no,
Dave! Are you serious?" Damn, what is his problem with me? I'm not a junkie
for crying out loud. I wanted to say something but I really was so
disoriented. It was scary, that never happened to me before. Dave still had
his arm around me and was gently rubbing my arms to keep me warm. He looked
at the other cop and said, "Yes Ryan, I'm serious. Our shift is almost over
and we're going home anyway. So drive." The other cop, Ryan, muttered
something under his breath and after a few seconds I felt the car move
forward. Finally. I was so glad these cops came by to help me. Especially
Dave, since he was the one who really wanted to help me. I made a mental
note to really thank him when we make it to his house.


I must have fallen asleep during the drive because the next thing I
remember I was being waken up again by Dave. "Damn, you really must be so
exhausted kid. You were out the whole ride." I realized I was still pressed
up against him so I tried to sit up on my own.  But as I sat up I saw
something in my periphery that caught my attention. Dave had a massive
bulge in his pants. I think. Or did he have something in his pocket? I mean
it was dark inside the car, maybe my foggy brain was playing tricks one me. His
pants were really tight it was like it molded to his skin. Yeah, that
really was his cock. I couldn't help but stare, he was definitely hard.
After several seconds of staring at his bulge I looked up to see him
staring at me as well. He looked as if he was waiting for an answer. "Huh?"
I asked. Feeling like an idiot. He chuckled and said, "I asked are you
feeling better?" I felt myself getting better now that I'm warm and had a
bit of sleep but I wouldn't say that I'm a hundred percent better. "A bit,
yes. Thank you." I said to Dave. "Good, maybe you can go now." Ryan gruffly
said to me. I forgot he was still in the driver's seat. As I looked around
I realized that we have stopped driving and we were now parked in a
driveway. "Where am I?" I asked. "You're at our house, kid. Ryan and mine's
house." He said to me. From the outside I saw a modest house, not really
high-scale but it looked okay. Plus, I may not know a lot about cops but I
do know they're not paid a lot. "Ryan, let's get him inside." Dave suddenly
said as he opened the door of the squad car. Ryan muttered something under
his breath again like he didn't want to but he still complied. "Come
inside, kid. Don't worry about that asshole Ryan. He's just being a brat."
Dave said to me. I just smiled and whispered a little thank you to Dave. He
smiled back. Ryan just rolled his eyes.


We were now in their living room, me sitting on the couch with a blanket
draped over me and sipping hot tea with Dave standing on my right watching
me and Ryan on the other side. It was a little awkward. Being too exhausted
before I never really noticed how they looked. Now that there was enough
light I could see how handsome they both were. Ryan was six foot tall,
probably around twenty-eight, muscular with brown hair and the most
charming dark brown eyes I've ever seen. He had deeply tanned skin so I
thought he looked like a latino but I wasn't sure. I only know that he's
fucking hot! Even though he has been kind of a dick to me. But he had good
reasons so I let it go.


Dave was a major stud as well. A true american jock with blond hair and the
bluest eyes I've ever seen. He was bigger than Ryan, standing at six foot
three, probably thirty-two, he was massive compared to my slim five foot
nine. He's also a lot more muscular. Looking at him now I can see that his
uniform really was molded to his skin. I can see his erect nipples and his
massive bulge. Wow, why is it so big? I couldn't look away. I've never seen
a man's hard cock up close like this ever. Being a virgin, I may not see
what it really looks like but still I can tell he was packing a big one
down there. Now curious, I turned back to Ryan and tried to see his bulge
as well. He's not hard but he's big too. Like Dave, his pants were really
tight as well and it molded to his crotch. Do all cops wear pants as tight
as these two? Maybe I just didn't notice. But Dave and Ryan are really hot
cops, like severely hot. Maybe that's why I noticed their cocks. If it's
any other regular cop, I don't think I would've noti-


"Stop that." My thoughts were interrupted by Ryan's gruff voice and I
looked up to see him staring down at me with a smirk. Fuck, how
embarrassing. He just caught me staring at both his and Dave's cock. I felt
my face heating up and getting red from embarrassment. I tried to save
myself by looking away and resumed sipping my hot tea but being so
flustered and all, the mug slipped and I burned my own hands in the
process. "Fuck! Oh my god I'm such an idiot." I looked up at Dave to see
that he was chuckling and was looking at me in a weird way and it wasn't
helping me at all. His smile is just so intoxicating that it was making my
cock hard. Fuck. Please stop looking at me. "Ahem," Ryan interjected. He
looked serious now. "Now you answer some questions, kid." Then I looked at
Dave and I saw him sending dagger looks at Ryan. He said, "How about I ask
the questions?"


"Fine." Ryan replied with a sigh. Dave smiled kindly at me and said,
"What's your name kid?" "Lucas." I replied with a nervous smile. "Okay
Lucas, so are you a junkie?" Ryan suddenly interjected. "Ryan! What the
fuck?" Dave growled at him. Ryan just continued, "What? We don't know who
he is Dave! He's in our house. He might be some drug addict!" Dave just
stared at me with a pinched look. He knew Ryan's got a point. Still I
appreciate him trying to protect me.


So I just started to talk. I owe them the truth after all. They saved me. I
told Dave and Ryan who I was, I told them that I was a foster kid. Had been
since I was seven when my single parent father was thrown in jail and I was
taken into the foster system. I started tearing up again, just little
tears. I rarely talked about my life with anyone. Even with my foster
families. All they know about me is what my file tells them about me. All
the personal details, I never told them. This was really the first time I
told anyone my story out loud. It was disconcerting and heart-wrenching to
relive. I remembered my dad, whom I loved so much. And Max, my best friend
who was also just taken away from me a few hours ago. By the end I was
officially bawling like a baby. As I told them about my last foster family
and how I was caught by my foster dad and how I left their house to go to
the park where they found me. Then I remembered that I made a mental note
thank them so I did. I looked up to see both Dave and Ryan's worried faces
and told them how grateful I truly was that they helped me.


They went still for a few minutes, just standing there looking at me. Not
knowing what to do next. Dave then did the most surprising thing to me. He
gently sat beside me on my right and looked me in the eye as he lifted his
hand and touched my face, wiping away my tears before saying, "I'm really
sorry kid." I didn't know what to do, it caught me off guard. No one's ever
done that to me. Then I realized I was now staring at him with my mouth
open in shock so I immediately composed myself and told him thank you. Then
I felt the other side of the couch dip and I turned to see Ryan now beside
me. He said, "Uhhhh fuck, me too kid. I'm really sorry." He touched my
shoulder and added, "Really, I am." I looked at him and I knew he meant
that. I felt that he was starting to see me in a different light now. I
gave both him and Dave bright smiles before doing the most unexpected thing
I've ever done in my life. I pulled them both to a hug. They were on either
side of me and I just slipped my arms in their necks and pulled them to me.
At first they were really surprised, who wouldn't? Even I was surprised
when I did that. I was hugging two strangers for fuck's sake. But soon they
just chuckled and accepted the embrace. But it didn't stop there, seeing
that they were just a few inches away from me I gave them both a kiss on
the cheek. First Dave and then Ryan. Now they were really shocked by that.
Their smiles immediately vanished and they both turned to me with wide eyes.


Shit. Fucking shit, why did I do that? They're gonna throw me out now. "I'm
sorry, I uhh... didn't think." I immediately said to them. Feeling like a
big idiot and wishing that the ground will swallow me whole. But then their
smiles slowly returned and Ryan just said, "That's alright kid." Then he
gave a kiss on the cheek the same way I did. Who is this man? Just a few
minutes ago he was an asshole to me and now he just gave me a kiss. I was
about to say something when Dave said with a smile, "Yep, I'm okay with it
too kid." And gave me a kiss on the other cheek as well.


Wow. I've never felt more invigorated in my life. Being a child in the
foster system, I've never really explored my sexuality. I've always known I
liked men, not boys, men. Max was the only exception I've known so far. The
porn mags my foster dad had found were filled of pictures of big muscular
men. Men like Dave and Ryan. Now I was just looking back and forth from
Dave and Ryan, having no clue what to do next, the only thing I knew was
that my cock has never been so hard in my life. It was sticking straight up
from my pants and there was no doubt Dave and Ryan could see it. I was
sandwiched between them, my legs grazing theirs, and I could feel their
heat. Fuck, this is getting too much for me. The couch wasn't big to begin
with, their bodies were rubbing against mine and I couldn't get enough. My
heart was pounding, my cock was throbbing and they're intently staring at
me. I stared at Dave's red lips, wanting nothing more than to ravish them
with mine. His lips were open and I could hear him breathe heavily, same as
Ryan. I turned to the second cop, I saw that he also had his lips open.
Damn, they're so fucking hot. Dave's lips may be redder than Ryan's but
Ryan's lips are fuller than Dave's. I couldn't look away from their lips. I
want to lick them, open them and taste the insides of both their mouths.


I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't realize I let out a small
whimper from the intensity of my emotions. Dave breathlessly said, "Okay
there, Lucas?" I turned to him, not being able to speak, I just nodded. I
noticed they were both leaning very close to me now, their faces right
within my reach. I could feel their warm breaths on my face. Fuck me, fuck
me, fuck me. I'm so hot right now, this never happened to me. I'm turning
into an animal in heat. But I won't stop. I fucking won't. For many years
I've repressed all my sexual thoughts and emotions, too afraid to act up on
them, too afraid of the consequences, but that's enough. This day proved to
me that you either take your chance or you lose it, and I will not lose
again.


Still, that didn't mean I wasn't scared to death. These are cops and they
could beat me if I do something wrong. But will they? Well, here goes
nothing. With my hands shaking, I placed my hands on each of their thighs.
Dave stopped breathing. Ryan gasped a little. I nervously looked at them,
gauging their reactions, after a few seconds with them doing nothing, I
thought I'm good to go. I proceeded to rub downward, leading to their
crotch. Ryan cursed, "Fuuucking hell." He was breathing heavily, and I saw
his cock twitch. I turned to Dave, he had his eyes wide open and but he
wasn't doing anything. Yeah, I'm good, so I took a leap of faith and I
immediately grabbed their cocks. It's a shame they still had their pants
on, but I'll take what I can get. For a few moments I just rubbed their
cocks and not long after they were both already hard and I was fully
jerking them off through their pants. Fuck, they're both so big.


Ryan had to be at least eight inches and Dave had to be packing a nine.
"You're... uhhh... both so big," I shyly said to them. "Can I take them
out?" Dave and Ryan just looked at each other and for a few seconds I
actually thought they would decline but Ryan said, "Yeah kid, take `em
out." I've never felt happier and more in heat in my life. It's like I'm
about to burst. I nervously took hold of their belts and took them off,
starting with Ryan and then Dave. I was afraid Dave wouldn't let me take
his cock out, considering Ryan was the only one talking and he was keeping
quiet but apparently he had no objections. He was all for it, if his hard
cock was any proof. In just a few seconds I've taken their belts off,
opened their zippers and fished their cocks out.