Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2020 21:06:49 +0800
From: Fist Bump <supbrodie101@gmail.com>
Subject: Foster Slut Chapter 16

Chapter 16

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Immediately after Ryan and I arrived at the hospital, I saw Mark and
Caleb with Julie, asking for news about Dave. I waited until Julie walked
away before showing myself. When I did, I was greeted by Mark and Caleb
with smiles and hugs. "So, how was your sleepover? I missed you,
buddy." Mark said, followed by a smile and a nod to Ryan who was
standing behind me. "I need to talk to you." I said to Mark. I can tell
that my serious tone alarmed him and he immediately glared at Ryan.
"What happened? What did you do?" He threatened. "No, no, it's not
about me. Ryan didn't do anything." I said, trying to placate the
sudden tension. Mark looked back and forth between me and Ryan for a
couple moments before letting out sigh. "I'm sorry. I'm just not used
to you being away. And I'm on edge." He said. I gave him a reassuring
smile, telling him that it's not a problem. "But I really do need to
talk to you. It's important." Mark nodded in agreement before he
excused himself. "I'll see you at the station." He said to Caleb.
"Alright, man, see you," Caleb replied, then he turned to me, "take
care, Lucas."

When Caleb left, Ryan gave Mark and I some space and decided to go check
on Dave. Now it was just us. We sat on one of the benches and I took
Mark's hand. Looking into his eyes, I said, "What I'm about to tell
you is pretty big. But before I tell you this I just want you to know
that it gives me so much pain to say this. And that the past few days I
have done nothing but wrestle with myself thinking if I should just keep
it to myself. But with Ryan's help, he told me that you needed to know.
No matter how much it might kill you." He just stared back at me. His
eyes growing more and more concerned. I leaned closer, until our faces
were within one breath and said, "I love you, Mark. More than I should.
You might not feel the same way but it doesn't matter. Letting me love
you is enough." Then I moved back to look at him squarely in the face
and took a deep, deep breath. "I'm sure you will have questions, but
please let me finish first. I will answer your questions after I tell you
everything. Okay?" I asked. Mark, who was still sitting stoically,
looking nervous and rattled, gave a deep sigh and nodded. "I
understand." He said in an almost whisper.

Here I go. Moment of truth. Taking another deep breath of my own, I went
out and just said it. "Julie's cheating on you. With Owen, your friend
at the station." I saw the moment it registered to his brain what I had
just said. His eyes widened a fraction and his mouth opened in shock. He
frowned, confusion was clear on his face, probably thinking that I was
kidding, until it dawned on him that I was dead-serious. Then he turned
away, unable to look me in the eyes. He has never looked more betrayed
than ever. It was too painful to see so I decided to power through
everything I know about Julie's affair. It feels like any more second I
spend waiting just holds Mark into torture longer and longer. So I
divulged everything, from start to finish. I didn't stop talking, save
from a few moments where I needed to take a breath, before delving back
again into my tirade. I told him about the little things I've noticed,
from the first time Julie brought me to the fire station, the
`out-of-town trips' Julie was supposed to be in, the many long nights
at the hospital, and how in all of those events, Owen was conveniently
nowhere to be found as well. I told him about the camping trip. When we
saw frantic Owen in our neighborhood on our drive home when he lived on
the other side of town. I told him about the wristwatch I found on their
bedroom while Julie was asleep, exhausted doing God-knows-what. Who
panicked when she realized we were home already and forbid me to let him
come up to their bedroom. And lastly, I told him about how I saw the very
same wristwatch at the bar, worn by none other than Owen.

He took everything in. True to his promise, he did not interrupt me while
I talked. And when I was finished, he stared at the floor, looking so
crushed. I pressed my hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Mark. I
might not have the evidence but I really think she's cheating on you."
I sniffed, unaware of the tears falling down my face. Mark just stayed
still for a long time. His unseeing eyes looking down. He didn't move
for almost half an hour. Until I felt him shake in my hand. And I
realized he was crying. The pain in his eyes was unmistakable. The tears
falling down his face marring and taking out the light in him as if
washing them away and leaving only a shadow. I didn't think there would
be such a sight that could shatter my heart like a glass. Mark, my rock,
my anchor, looking so betrayed and defeated. "I'm so sorry." I said
softly. I wanted nothing more but to wrap my arms around him but I
didn't know if it will be welcome. He moved suddenly, looking around the
empty hallway, and stood up. "I need to go." His voice so soft and
broken, I wasn't able to to say anything else as he dashed towards the
exit and left me alone in the corridor.

It must have been an hour later, when Ryan sat beside me. At first he
just sat there and kept quiet, waiting for me to say something. But when
he realized that I wasn't going to speak, he made the first move. "So
how did he take it?" He asked softly. I looked back at him and said,
"He said he needed to go. He just left. I don't know where he went."
He took a deep breath then he nodded. "How are you feeling?" He then
asked me. I gave a sigh, not really understanding the emotions running
through me. "You know what? As much as I am devastated about this whole
thing, I'm actually quite relieved. It's out of me now. I told you how
this was eating at me, and now that's it out in the open, I feel like I
can breathe and think properly again." Ryan gave me a big smile after I
said that. "That's really good to hear. Just remember what I told you,
okay? I'll be here if you need me." Then he gave me a kiss on the side
of my head as a genuine smile formed on my lips. Something I realized I
haven't done in a long time since this ordeal began. "Well, I kinda
need your help," I started. "I believe I have nowhere to go now. I need
a place to stay since Mark left me." Nodding his head, Ryan said, "Of
course you can stay with me while this thing blows over. You can stay at
the house in the meantime. I just hope for your sake Mark and Julie will
make a decision as soon as possible to not make it any more difficult for
you. If they really will make a decision. The way I see it, they could
either separate and get a divorce, or still stay together despite
everything. If they decide to separate," Ryan took a pause and regarded
me with a pained expression. "Claire will surely get in touch with you.
To put you in another home, I believe..." And there it is. The bitter
truth. Keeping my head up, I got up to stand and mustered all the courage
I could. "If it happens, all I want is a chance to say goodbye to Mark.
That's all." Ryan stood up as well before he turned to me and put his
hand on my shoulder and gave me a reassuring squeeze. He didn't say
anything this time, he just nodded, telling me he understands where I'm
coming from one hundred percent. And that's enough for now.

After a quick trip to the nurse's station, they informed us that there
hasn't been any changes in Dave's condition. He hasn't woken up, and
he probably won't for a couple of days. They informed us that it's
normal and that even though it's a really slow process, Dave is already
on his way to recovery. They just need to watch closely for any signs of
infection as it can reverse everything and kill him quickly. After
muttering a quick prayer for Dave, Ryan and I went and drove home again.

We arrived at his house and Ryan offered to go out to buy some food.
"You must be hungry, you haven't eaten anything in hours." He was
right, but I wasn't feeling hungry either. What I was feeling was hunger
in another sense. I was still a bit emotional, there were still some
lingering emotions in my chest that I know can be only be purged by one
thing. One with which Ryan can definitely help me with. A quick, hard
fuck. "Lucas? What do you think? Should I go out and grab something?"
He asked. I was sitting on the sofa, with Ryan standing in front of me.
His handsome face staring at me with a slight frown, his T-shirt molding
to his bulbous pecs, his huge biceps flexing as he perched his hands on
his waist. His typical policeman pose. He has never looked more imposing,
even though he wasn't wearing his uniform, you would be hard-pressed if
you didn't think he'd never looked more like a cop at that moment. I
could only say one thing after ogling him like that. "Fuck me." I said.
Immediately, Ryan's face morphed into confusion. "What the fuck?" I
snorted, finding his reaction funny. I realized I have forgotten how
brass Ryan was. I stood up, and walked a step towards him until I was
pressed against his hard torso. I tilted my head to look into his eyes,
fuck, I've always been a sucker to tall guys like him. The height
difference has always been such a turn on. I put my hands on his chest,
particularly his nipples, and with my fingers I started to rub them in
circles. This elicited a groan from him. "Lucas, what are you doing?
You've had a day, are you sure you're thinking properly?" He implored.
Concern showing through, but was immediately drowned by the clear
interest that was more evident in his face. "Yes, I've had quite a day.
And I'm still emotional. That's why I'm doing this, to clear my head.
Ryan, I need you to fuck me so hard I'll forget about it all," I went
to my tiptoes, put my face close to his until I could feel his warm
breath. "Please, Ryan. I need your cock." Then I grabbed his cock
through his pants. His mouth opened and I immediately leaned in and took
a quick swipe of my tongue in his mouth, getting a taste of him. He was
taken aback by that, but after a few seconds, he broke. "You`re
dangerous to men, Lucas. Fucking dangerous." He said with a smirk then
he asked how I wanted him. "Just undress and sit on the sofa." I told
him. He did exactly that, and not a minute later he was already sat on
the sofa, naked, with his thick, uncut cock and heavy balls in full view.
His crotch was covered in a bush of dark brown hair. A plan came to mind.
Kneeling in front of him, on the floor, I put my hands on his cock and
balls. "Have you showered already?" I asked. He frowned at the
question, confused. "Not yet, Lucas. Why?" He asked. Perfect, I
thought. I didn't answer, instead I lifted his balls aside and quickly
buried my face in the crease between his thigh and his crotch to take a
deep sniff. "Oh god..." I moaned, while my face still buried in that
warm crevice, as I inhaled Ryan's natural musk. "Oh my god, Lucas."
Ryan groaned aloud. It was so fucking heady, his scent strong and musky,
smelling of sweat and the natural scent of his balls. "I must stink."
He added. Grabbing his cock this time, I stared as it grew thicker, until
a bit of the swollen head poked through this foreskin. When it grew to
its full size, I pulled the skin down until the entire dark purple head
showed. Putting my face closer, I went a pressed my nose towards it and
took another deep breath. "Ohhh fuck yeah. You smell fucking perfectly.
Like how a man should." I filled myself up with the scent of Ryan's
cock, rubbing it across my face until all I could smell was him and when
I've had my fill I moved on to lick and suck the head. Just teasing,
never fully taking his cock inside my mouth. I stared as Ryan squirmed,
the hard muscles in his torso tensing and rolling. His big, bulbous pecs,
his eight pack abs, teasing me in return. Searching for something to hold
on to, he put his hands up and put them on the back of the sofa, giving
me a full view of his sweaty, hairy armpits and I couldn't resist. I
quickly stood from where I was kneeling and straddled Ryan's muscular
thighs. After another quick second, I had my face buried in his armpit
and happily sniffing the strong, sweaty scent of it. "Oh, fucking hell,
Lucas." Ryan moaned, as his hand went to the back of my head to press my
face deeper into his armpit. "Fucking lick the sweat off my armpit, you
slut." Right after he said that my tongue darted out and took a long
swipe, tasting the salty sweat and the heady taste of Ryan's skin.

He then grabbed my face with both his hands and kissed me passionately.
His tongue went inside my mouth and massaged my own, coaxing it out.
"Stick your tongue out." He commanded. When I did, he sucked it like a
cock and he held my face still while his face moved back and forth to
suck on my tongue. He then finished the intense kiss with a long, wide
lick from my chin, to my open mouth, up to my nose. He event went beyond
and licked my nostrils, making my cock twitch. His tongue darted inside
my nostril momentarily, leaving a wet trail of spit all over my face, and
not stopping until all I could smell was him and him alone. The smell of
his his breath, his spit, his musky balls, his cock, his sweaty armpit.
"You're making me fucking crazy with need." He said before spitting in
my mouth and attacking it once more with a ferocious kiss.

After another long minute of kissing he let go of my face and instructed
me to undress. Once naked, I went and sat on the sofa. He kneeled in
front of me, as if he was going to suck my dick, but he grabbed my thighs
and pulled until I was laying down on the sofa and my ass was hanging out
the edge. Then he pushed my thighs towards my chest, folding me in half,
until my hole was in full display. "I missed this pink hole." He said,
while he stared at it as if mesmerized. That attention was driving me
mad, bringing even more heat to my body. His rough hands stayed on the
back of my thighs, keeping me from putting them down. The inability to
move only making my cock spurt more precum. "Please..." I begged. Ryan
gave me a knowing smirk. "Please, what? What do you want?" I squirmed
in his hands again, going crazier and crazier while he just sat there and
stared at my puckering hole. "Please, just fuck me. Fuck my hole. I
don't care whatever it is, just please do something." I mewled. Ryan
shook his head in disapproval, "No, I'm not going to fuck you yet. What
I want is a taste of this hungry hole first." The mental image of it
alone was almost enough to bring me over the edge, and I looked into his
eyes and said, "Yes, please. Eat me, fuck me with your tongue. Please,
Ryan." He gave me his signature cocky smirk. Damned sexy bastard, he
could get away with anything with that handsome, devilish face. And that
fucking sexy smirk. He's got me with that smirk. "Since you asked so
nicely." He said, then he leaned closer. I expected the wet, hot swipe
of his tongue to come the next moment and was shocked when I felt his
nose press against my hole and take a big, deep sniff. "Ohhh god...." I
moaned. "Mmmmm, your hole smells so good, Lucas." He said, before
burying his face deeper and rubbing it across my hole. All the while
sniffing and inhaling my scent. Fucking dirty cop. Kinky pervert. God,
he's perfect.

He started to lick and suck my hole. Using his skillful mouth, he
tongue-fucked my hole until it was wet and begging for his cock. "I know
you like to feel it going in. So I'm not gonna bother fingering this
tight hole." He said. He was right, there's nothing better than the
burn a hard, thick cock gives you as it brutally goes inside your hole.
"Yes, fuck me now, Ryan. Shove that big cock inside my hole." He stood
up, his rock hard cock jutting straight up, then he bent his knees a
little until his cock was level with my hole. He held his cock and aimed
it. But before it touched my hole, he stopped for a moment and looked
devilishly to my face. "If it hurts, then scream. Because I'm not gonna
stop, Lucas. I'm gonna fuck this hole until it's raw and gaping open."
His words made me gasp. And I was not able to respond because his cock
suddenly started pushing in. All the way in up to the hilt.

"Fuuuuck!" I screamed. The delicious burn as it stretched me was
instant. Ryan did not relent at all, he went to all the way to the hilt
in one push. The force of it knocked the wind out of me. And I was left
gasping for breath while Ryan stayed deep inside me, giving me a moment
to adjust to the painful intrusion. A pain that slowly lessened as the
next second passes, until Ryan started to rock in increments. Giving
short thrusts, going inside and out little by little. Until he decided
that that was enough time to get used to his dick and his strokes became
a lot longer, and he started to fuck me quickly. "Oh god! Oh, fuck!" I
screamed again, as his cock pulled completely out, then slammed all the
way back in one strong force. The sound of hips slapping so loudly
against my ass echoing around the silent house. I was thankful because
like Mark, he had no neighbors. Giving me the freedom to scream as the
pleasure started to increase.

Ryan pounded me mercilessly. I watched how he stared at my face while he
fucked me with his big Latino cock. His eyes never left my face, the
sincere passion behind them hard to miss. His rough hands were still on
the back of my thighs, using them as leverage as he put all his force
into his hips and pounded me. "You're fucking beautiful like this,
Lucas." He breathed out. All I could do was nod as I was rocked like a
doll in the sofa by Ryan's strong thrusts. He knew I could take it. And
right at that moment I've never felt safer. "We're gonna fuck all
night, Lucas. I will fuck you until you can't take it anymore." He
said, while still pounding me with continuous, heavy thrusts. A true
testament to his physical strength. He fucked me for a long time. Almost
half an hour had passed with Ryan pounding my hole, I could feel it
starting to swell already, and it will not be long until it brings me to
the edge. He alternated between quick and slow thrusts. Spending several
minutes fucking me with slow but long strokes, then suddenly bursting
into a continuous brutal fuck for a minute or two until Ryan ran out of
breath, before switching back again to slow strokes as he recuperates.
The unrelenting sensation of Ryan's cock rubbing against my prostate
after each thrust was becoming too much too fast. My cock was spraying
precum continuously. "Look how fucking wet you are. You wanna cum,
Lucas?" Ryan asked. Still not missing a beat in the brutal fuck. He was
drenched in sweat, and some of it was dropping into my body. "Fuck, yes.
I wanna cum. Keep fucking me, please." I gasped out. "I'm gonna fuck
the cum out of you. You'll cum with my cock fucking you, Lucas." He
said. Then in an amazing display of his strength and stamina, Ryan
grabbed hold of my neck. "Here I go, slut." He warned, before
proceeding to fuck me even harder, stronger. "Oh my god!" I screamed as
his cock speared my hole even more rapidly, his strong hips rocking me
with a stronger force until all I could do was hold onto his forearms as
we both screamed at the top of our lungs as orgasm hit us. Ryan came load
after load after load in my ass, while I sprayed so much cum on myself, a
few even reaching my face. It went on for several seconds. Ryan's cock
did not seem to stop cumming for a few seconds. "Fuuuuuuck..." he
groaned loudly. When we both came down from our mind blowing orgasm, Ryan
didn't pull out. Instead, he stayed inside me as his cock started to
soften. He leaned down, and brought his face close to mine. Still
gasping, still out of breath. Raising his hand, he brushed the hair that
was sticking to my sweaty forehead. Then he stared at me with a complex,
indecipherable expression on his face. And together, we just breathed
each other in. Our heavy breaths mixing as we closed our eyes and pressed
our foreheads against each other.

When I woke up I was in bed, beside Ryan, who was softly snoring. He
looked so peaceful, his angelic face pressed against the pillow, his
mouth opened slightly. I smiled, then pressed a soft kiss on his lips.  I
looked at the window, and realized that the sun was on its way to rising,
judging from the orange hue emerging from the dark purple sky. Wrapped
around Ryan's arms, in his heat, I had no plans of getting out of bed.
Even though I could feel a slight ache in my ass now. Ryan must have
carried me to his bedroom and cleaned me after our intense adventure last
night. I reminisced about our passionate lovemaking, recalling the memory
from the beginning to the end.

I was deep in thought for a long time, with a smile on my face, when I
realized that the snoring next to me has stopped. I looked at Ryan, and
was surprised to see him staring back at me with an amused expression on
his face. "Judging by that lovestricken smile, I can only assume you
must be thinking about me." He quipped, making me laugh out loud. "Yes,
you arrogant bastard. As a matter of fact, I was thinking about you." I
replied, and I might have seen Ryan blush a little. Which was a rare
sight. He gave me a slow, tender kiss. One that can wake a sleeping
person in its passion and heat. Ryan was a skillful kisser after all. His
tongue massaging my own, his lips gently suckling mine. It was a perfect
morning kiss. One brush of my leg against his crotch and I immediately
knew he was growing hard, which made me hard in turn. "Fancy a fuck with
a handsome policeman? I promise I'll be sweet and gentle this time." He
said, then he raised his hand to spit on his finger. He brought it back
down, and the next moment I felt his finger rub against my hole before
entering me in one swift move. "Hmmm, you're still loose. So what do
you say baby?" He asked. While wiggling his finger inside me and
pressing against my prostate, causing me to shudder. Seems there's only
one answer to that question. I grabbed his hard cock, gave it a squeeze
then said, "I say I need something bigger than your finger."