Date: Wed, 22 Jul 2020 19:58:21 +0800
From: Fist Bump <supbrodie101@gmail.com>
Subject: Foster Slut Chapter 17

Chapter 17

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It has been five days since Mark left me in that hospital. Five days of
no contact. Not from him, not from Julie. Ryan and I drove to the
hospital because the doctor has called to say that Dave has finally woken
up. When we got there, we were delighted to see Dave regain his color, as
opposed to the pale and sickly sheen he had the past few days. "Lucas?
What are you doing here?" Dave immediately asked when he saw me enter
the room with Ryan. His face lit up, which made my heart stutter. Seeing
him well enough to smile served as a big remedy to my aching heart. "Why
wouldn't I? You got shot, Dave. Of course I'll be here." I replied.
Ryan chuckled beside me, before  he turned to Dave and suddenly turned
solemn. "You really scared us, man. I thought we'd lost you." Dave
stared at Ryan for a long moment, gauging the other, until he realized
how rattled Ryan must have been for him. Dave grabbed Ryan's hand and
nodded. "I'm here, man. You didn't lose me." He said resolutely. Ryan
gave a deep sigh, finally finding relief in knowing that Dave is actually
alive and will be okay now. He squeezed Dave's hand back before letting
go. "How was everyone at the station?" Dave asked. Ryan cleared his
throat, "Everybody was worried when it happened, obviously. But they
were all relieved when they knew you survived the night. They had faith
that you'd be okay. The chief said you're one tough son of a bitch. As
for me, they gave me a week off. That's why I'm here taking care of
this little bastard while he stays with me." He said with a smirk, while
gesturing towards me. Dave frowned, before asking, "Where's Mark? Why
are you staying with Ryan and not your parents?" The smile on my face
vanished, and I looked away. Suddenly hit with a jolt of anger. You want
to know? It's been five days Dave, and I've heard nothing from them. My
`supposed-to-be parents'. They've probably decided I was not worth
keeping. But I restrained myself. Taking a deep, calming breath, I turned
back to Dave. "Julie was cheating on Mark this whole time. And I told
Mark about it. It's been five days since, and I haven't heard anything
from them. I bet they're getting rid of me now. I'm just expecting
Claire's call any moment now." Dave turned to Ryan, assessing if it was
all true. When Ryan nodded, Dave looked back at me. "I'm so sorry, kid.
I wish I can do something. But I'm glad you didn't run away, I'm glad
you stayed with Ryan." I smiled at that after a moment, realizing that
he was right, I could have ran away. Which was something I always did
when things go to shit with my previous foster families. But now it was
the farthest thing from my mind. "Don't worry about me, just focus on
getting better. I'll be fine, Ryan's been great." I said. This seemed
to put Dave at ease, who was clearly starting to tire out again. His eyes
were starting to drop and he looked ready to fall asleep in a minute.
Turning to Ryan one last time, he pointed a finger. "And you, no funny
business while he's staying with you. Leave the kid alone. You know what
I mean, Ryan." Dave admonished. Giving Ryan a piercing look. Laughing,
Ryan looked around to check whether someone else had come inside the
room. When he saw that it was still just the three of us, he said,
"Sorry, man. But the kid begged for my cock, I couldn't say no to
that." Then he laughed again. "Isn't that right, Lucas?" He threw the
question to me. When Dave looked at me to see if Ryan was telling the
truth, the blush on my face pretty much answered his question. He shook
his head lazily, as if disappointed at our actions, then his eyes slowly
closed before murmuring, "Fucking horny bastards..." Then he was
asleep.


Ryan and I came out of the hospital room chuckling to ourselves. Feeling
light, like life has some semblance of normalcy again. If I choose to
forget about the issue with my so-called `family'. We were at the
hospital parking lot, several feet away from Ryan's car when a man
behind us suddenly called my name. "Hey, Lucas!" He shouted. I turned
around, and much to my surprise, I saw Caleb walking towards us. "Caleb?
What are you doing here?" I asked. "I need to talk to you." He said
quietly. I turned to Ryan, who gave me a nod in understanding, before
continuing towards the car and getting inside. Leaving me alone with
Caleb. Taking note of his body language, the way he tilted his head and
looked at me with unmistakable sympathy, I have already surmised what
Caleb wanted to talk to me about. "Is it about them?" I inquired.
`Them' being very vague, but Caleb understood me perfectly. "Yes, I'm
sorry about it all. What a crazy week it has been. Especially at the
station. Mark told me everything. Poor guy, he's been inconsolable when
he and Julie had the big fight. After that he went straight to me. He's
been staying at my place since and refusing to go back home. Even though
Julie took her things out and moved out of state." My eyes widened at
that. "Wait, what?" I asked. Caleb looked at me in confusion. "You
didn't know?" Shaking my head, I looked away to hide the anger bubbling
inside me. Great, they didn't even tell me. Am I really that
dispensible? That they can just fucking forget about me and walk on with
their lives? "No. They didn't fucking tell me." I replied, jaw
clenched. Caleb winced. "Oh, I'm sorry. But yeah, she moved out. And
Mark filed for divorce. And that asshole Owen was fired too. Vanished
right after the chief told him he doesn't have a place in the station
anymore." Serves him right. The fucker. I looked back at Caleb,
expecting him to say something more. But he seemed at a loss of words. I
cleared my throat. "Right. Is that all you have to say?" I said to him,
keeping my face blank to hide all the emotions that have been threatening
to burst out. "It seems they've already decided to move on with their
lives without me in it. I should thank you for telling me, actually. At
least now I can move on too." I added. Before turning around and
starting to walk away. But Caleb grabbed my shoulder. "No, wait! Lucas.
You don't understand. I actually came here because Mark's been asking
for you." That immediately made me turn back. "What did you say? Mark
asked for me?" I asked. Caleb scratch his head, looking flustered and
out of depth. "Well, yes. But not really..." He said. Seeing the
confused frown on my face, he swallowed and continued, "The man's been
hurting, Lucas. He's barely eaten, barely moved. He just spends every
day staring at nothing. I don't know what to do anymore. And frankly,
he's scaring me. It's the lowest I've ever seen him. He's barely
slept too, and in the times where he did sleep, he would just have
nightmares and call for your name until he wakes up."


It took a long time before it registered what Caleb had just said. "Mark
calls my name?" I asked incredulously. He nodded, "Yes. Every night
since. He misses you a lot." "Then why isn't he talking to me? It's
been five days and I haven't heard anything from him." I exclaimed, a
bit of anger showing through. "I don't know, Lucas. I really don't
understand why he'd leave you out of it. But I do know one thing, that
ever since you came along, he became a different person. Better, happier.
So if there's anyone in the world who can help bring Mark out of that
funk, it's you. I have no doubt about it." Caleb sounded so adamant I
found it extremely difficult not to believe him at that moment. The
thought of Mark like that, it's too much. I gave up resistance. "I miss
him so much. What can I do?" I asked Caleb. The longing in my voice hard
to miss. "Well, we can start by getting you to the house. He doesn't
really know I'm talking to you. I'll give you my address. You can come
by." That sounded a good enough plan. Maybe I should do this. Apart from
the fact that I miss him so much, I felt sorry for Mark too. I realized
that this whole time I've been too self-absorbed, getting hurt about
being ignored when I failed to realize that Mark has been going through a
lot worse, losing his wife and marriage. Fuck, now I feel bad.


"Okay. I'll ask Ryan to drive me there." I said. Caleb gave me his
address and phone number, before giving me a pat on the shoulder. After
everything was sorted I expected Caleb to turn around and walk away but
he surprised me when he remained standing there and just stared at me. He
didn't speak, just continued to stare at my eyes. Which in turn, made me
stare at his. I forgot how incredibly handsome he was. If only he smiled,
because right now he seemed subdued and gloomy, a huge contrast from his
usual, easygoing self. He was clearly concerned about Mark, which was
admirable. I could tell that this thing affected him too. "Thanks kid.
Mark's important to me, and it makes me feel better knowing I have your
support." Caleb said solemnly. I nodded, then told him I will do my best
to help. It's the least I could do for him. He saved Dave's life after
all.


Ryan was on board with my decision to visit Mark. Several hours later,
evening has come and we found ourselves in front of Caleb's house. It
was a small white bungalow in the suburbs, perfect for Caleb who last I
checked, was still a bachelor. "Remember, the guy is hurting. He just
lost his wife. I may not have experience on that area but I've seen
enough men get torn apart by divorces. It can really destroy a man's
pride." Ryan said in the silence of the car. "I'll come back in a few
hours to pick you up." He added. "Thanks, Ryan. I really hope I can
help him. I don't like him being miserable. It's not like him, you
know. He's always been cheerful, never letting anything or anyone bring
him down. It's heartbreaking." I said. Ryan nodded in sympathy. "Just
take it easy. Sometimes it takes a man to go through something as painful
as this to become stronger and wiser. He's a tough man. He'll be okay.
Especially with you on his side." Nodding my thanks, I grabbed Ryan's
hand and gave him a squeeze then got out of the car. I knocked on the
door and waited until Caleb opened it and let me inside. He gave me a
hug, before saying, "He's in the living room, watching tv." He led the
way towards the living room, where I saw Mark sitting on the sofa, eyes
glued to the tv. He looked unkempt, unshaven, and gaunt. Like he hasn't
eaten anything today and hasn't slept properly in days. Oh, Mark. What
happened to you. The image of him dejected like this hit me with full
force, and  I fought back the tears that started to well up in my eyes.
He didn't even notice me as I came into the living room. He just stared
at the tv. Caleb cleared his throat. "Hey man, look who's here." It
took a few seconds before Mark turned, looking at Caleb, before he
noticed that I was standing beside him as well. His eyes widened as he
took me in. "Lucas..." he breathed. I felt like I was glued to the
floor, unable to move, as much as I wanted to run to his arms I held back
because I was not sure if it would be welcome. Instead I settled for a
weak reply. "Hi, dad." I said, feeling lost. I don't even know if I
should still call him that. "Lucas, what are you doing here?" Mark
asked. I gauged him for any anger or irritation, but his tone didn't
give me any indication that he was miffed by my presence, he just seemed
genuinely surprised to see me there. Figured I should just be honest, I
walked a few steps and sat beside him on the sofa. Not entirely close to
him, but still within reach. "I've missed you so much." I said. Caleb,
who was still standing behind us, cleared his throat again. "I'll give
you guys some time. I'm gonna run to the store and buy some stuff for
dinner." Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed his keys and went
out. Leaving Mark and I alone in the house.


It was so quiet in the house, not a sound to be heard except from the
ticking of the clock above the tv. And the sound of our breaths as we sat
there awkwardly, staring at each other, not speaking. When I heard
Caleb's car drive off, I gave a deep sigh. "I heard about Julie." I
said meekly. It wasn't really a question, just a statement. One that
didn't actually warrant a response. But still I was glad when Mark
responded. "She left. Moved back to her condo." There were still so
many questions I wanted to ask, but I remembered what Ryan told me. To
take it easy. "So what will happen to the big house?" I asked. Mark
frowned and turned his attention to the tv. "It's hers. Always been
hers. So I'll be moving out." He said. I kept looking at him, willing
him to look back at me. At the same time, I was gathering enough courage
for myself to ask the question that has been on my mind ever since I sat
down with him. "A-and..." I stuttered, feeling the nervousness creep up
my chest. Filling me with anxiety and dread. "And me... what about me?"
I asked. There, it's out. The big question. Mark glanced back at me and
my breath caught as I saw a flash of despair cross his eyes, like a brief
glimpse of the deep, deep pain he was feeling, but just like that it was
gone already. His face became blank. Impassive. Making me think I have
only imagined it. He looked down, and stared at his hands. A moment
passed, then another, then another. He just kept staring at his hands,
unmoving. Then several minutes passed and still nothing. Keeping the
tears from falling down my face, and the heartwrenching pain I was
feeling buried deep in my chest, I was about to ask him another question
when he suddenly spoke up. "I called Claire. Right after I told Julie
I'm filing for divorce. She packed her things and left, then I called
Claire to ask what will happen with you. She said this is a special case.
Since legally you're already adopted by us, it's just a matter of
custody that we need to figure out now. Whether you'd stay with Julie or
me." he looked at me this time, and I could tell he was trying to hold
himself back as well. From his shaking hands, the tense shoulders, the
heavy breaths, it was as if he was physically fighting against what he
was going to say. "But she said since you're over the age of thirteen,
and have only been under our custody for a short time. You have the
liberty to decide to have the adoption nullified if you want and you can
go back to the foster system and she'll find you another family. Which
is what you should do." He said bitterly. All the emotions bubbling
inside me had burst to the surface at that point. "What?! Why would you
say that?" I exclaimed. He looked back at me, surprised by my sudden
outburst. "Lucas, you need to be with a family. I've failed to give you
one. Julie's gone. You need a mother and a father who can raise you with
love and happiness. Claire already told me she found a new family who can
take you as soon as you want. This time, you'll have siblings. You'll
be happier with them." I stared back at Mark in horror, not believing
what he was saying. "No! What are you talking about?" I shouted. Then
realization hit me. "Is... is this why you haven't tried to contact me?
You were hoping I'd just... vanish and run to the next family?" I
asked. Mark just shrugged. "I'm just thinking about you, Lucas. You
deserve to be with a real family. Now that this one is broken." I stood
up at the point, I couldn't bear it anymore. I was so mad and hurt about
it all. "Don't you get it? You ARE my family. You ARE my home! So what
if Julie's gone? She doesn't matter to me! The only thing that mattered
to me this whole time was you! How could you say I deserve that? A family
with siblings isn't going to make me happy, Mark." The tears that
welled in my eyes stared to fall down my face this time and I couldn't
help it as I stared into Mark's eyes and opened my heart for what could
be the very last time. "I love you, Mark. And I've said that many
times. But I don't think you really understand just how much. I love you
not like a son should love his father. I love you way more than that. It
took me this long to find someone who can love me back like that, and you
think I'd throw that away for something as little as the promise of a
what, a traditional family? I've been with a lot of families, Mark.
I've been transferred many times, and one thing I've learned in this
fucking sad example of a life is that family can be anything. And you are
it for me. Not Julie, not that big beautiful house, you. Only you. So
don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do. I will hold onto you and
love you as much as I can if I want to and damn it, no one's going to
stop me. I will hold onto you even if social services drag me away
because there's nothing more painful than the thought of being separated
from you."


I regarded Mark with a steely, determined look. Breathless, from the long
speech. I breathed heavily, and when I've calmed down, I wiped the tears
from my face. Then I waited. I waited for him to say something. He was
still sitting on the sofa, while I stood in front of him. Towering him.
He looked up, met the glare of my eyes with his thoughtful ones. I made
it clear to him, as I glowered at him with my unyielding eyes, that I
will not change my mind. So either he accepts it, or he accepts it.
That's it. No other options. He took a breath, before I saw the corner
of his mouth twitch. "You have a way with words sometimes, you know
that?" I detected a bit of amusement in his voice, which deflated the
bubbling anger in my chest a bit. Serves me right for being too
melodramatic. But you know what? Fuck it, I've said nothing I didn't
mean. It all came from my heart. I plopped down on the sofa with a heavy
sigh. "And you can be frustrating as fuck sometimes." I quipped. He
chuckled softly, before he turned serious and spoke again. "But Lucas,
you have to think about your future with me. I don't know if you
remember, but I'm currently homeless. I have nothing in me besides my
car and my measly savings from being a fireman. The life you've had with
us, most of it was because of Julie. Julie had the money. Not me." I
leaned closer, until my face was in front of his, and I took his hand in
mine. "I don't need a fancy life, Mark. I came from the foster system,
remember? I've had worse. Everything will work itself out, I just know
it. As long as you let me be with you, that's all I need." I squeezed
his hand, the desperation in my chest hard to ignore. "Please, Mark. Let
me stay."


He sat there and stared at me, for a long moment, I could almost see the
wheels turning in his head. "Just the two of us?" He asked. I nodded,
"Just the two of us." He glanced at our entwined hands, then he smiled
and looked back to me. "I guess that'll be okay." I heaved a sigh of
relief. Fuck yes. Grinning, I moved from where I was sitting and jumped
into Mark's lap. He grunted in shock. But immediately after, he wrapped
his arms around my waist and  hugged me close. Pressing me into his body.
"Oh, Mark. I've missed you." I said, then I grabbed his face with my
hands and pressed my lips against his. His mouth opened instantly, giving
me access to push my tongue inside and taste him. "Lucas...." he moaned
into my mouth. His warm breath ghosting across my face. I've truly
missed everything about him. His taste, his smell, his hands, and his
cock. I coaxed his tongue out, then proceeded to lick and suck it
aggressively, pouring all of the want and need in me. I ground my cock
against the tent in Mark's shorts. "Get naked. I want you to fuck me so
bad." I got off his lap to give him space to shed his clothes, while I
did the same. As soon as we were both naked, I jumped back into his lap
and attacked his mouth again. Skin to skin, tongues fighting for
dominance, spit mingling. We were both gasping for breaths, but neither
one of us were intent to break the kiss. Mark's hand went down to grab
his hard cock and shifted a bit to press it against my rim. Not quite
entering me yet. "Did you miss daddy's cock?" Mark breathed against my
lips. "Yes, I missed it so fucking much." He continued to rub and tease
my hole with the head of his cock, which was already spurting copious
amounts of precum, making it easier to slide against my hole. "Please,
put it in daddy. Shove your cock inside me." I said, which made Mark
shiver in return. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby. I missed this
pussy, now that it's just the two of us, you'll be sleeping beside me
and I'm going to fuck your hole every night." He said. I groaned
loudly, then kissed his open mouth with as much passion and heat as I can
give. I was so close to cumming. The way Mark's tongue licked and sucked
at mine, the way his cock rubbed against my puckering hole, add the words
Mark had just said, the promise of pure, uninhibited, father-and-son sex
every night from now on, with nobody to stop us, it all filled my brain
into overload, dulling my senses. Making me unable to hear the sound of a
car that's parking in the driveway, nor the sound of keys jingling as it
opened the front door, nor the footsteps as it entered the living room.
It was too late when Mark and I realized we were not alone anymore. Not
until we heard a loud gasp and- "Oh my god! What the fuck is going on?"
Caleb shouted.