Date: Sun, 3 Apr 2022 23:21:35 +0800 From: Fist Bump Subject: Foster Slut Chapter 25 (Revised) Chapter 25 Thank you for all your wonderful feedback. You guys rock. This is a new chapter and I hope you like it! If you enjoyed my story, don't hesitate to email me - supbrodie101@gmail.com Please donate to Nifty. It's an incredible site and it needs your money and support to keep it going. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Happy birthday, fag. Here's a gift." Coach Tyler said to me with a devilish smirk. Then a few seconds later he threw what seemed to be a balled up piece of fabric. Thanks to my good reflexes, I managed to catch it right before it hit my face. I was in the showers, roughhousing with my teammates, while washing off another day of training when Coach popped in and said to come see him before I leave. Now here I was in his office, standing in front of him as he sat comfortably in his chair, feet perched on his desk. Oh and apparently, I'm also holding a "gift". Confused, I raised an eyebrow at him. "Uhh, thanks? But it's not my birthday. I turned sixteen like eight months ago." He rolled his eyes. "I don't fucking care if it's not your birthday," then he gestured to what I was holding. "Sniff it." I frowned, totally confused about what Coach was on about. Narrowing my eyes, I looked down at my hands and unrolled whatever I was holding. When I realized what it was, heat immediately pulled in my belly and my dick twitched in my shorts. "Is it-" "My jocks. Been wearing them for several days now." He said, eyes glinting and giving me a cocky smirk. "I want to see you bury your face in it." My breath hitched. My dick hardened instantly. Slowly, I lifted the fabric up to my nose. Even without touching, I could already feel the heat and smell the strong musk emanating from it. My eyes fluttered close as I inhaled deeply. Fuck, it was ripe. The smell of Coach's sweaty cock and balls embedded deep in the jocks. I could feel myself getting lightheaded. That's how strong it was. It was intoxicating. Judging by the strong scent, he must have worn this for at least three days. His cock and balls have sweated and dried and sweated again several times. I sniffed and sniffed and rubbed it all over my face until the scent clung to me. I didn't realize how drunk I was on Coach's scent that I was moaning loudly, mindless of whether my teammates were hearing me as they dressed from the locker room that was right beside Coach's office. But the smell, oh god, it was driving my mind and heating my body like crazy. My other hand grabbed my dick as if it had a mind of its own, I probably looked like a deranged pervert, eyes closed, clinging to a pair of ripe jockstraps. I swear I- "That's enough." Suddenly, Coach's gruff voice pulled me out of my trance. My eyes opened as I felt rough hands grab the jockstrap from mine. Coach loomed in front of me, without breaking eye contact, he took off his shorts and stood naked. His thick cock covered in a thick bush and his huge balls hanging low it almost reached the tip of his dick. All too soon though, his magnificent package was covered as he put his dirty jockstrap on. Then, he put his shorts back on like nothing had happened. Just like that, he was all dressed up. "Smell good, huh? I knew you'd like the smell of my dirty cock." I looked up at this sexy giant and he regarded me with a knowing smirk. With his hands on his hips, his tight tshirt clinging to his insanely muscular body, he looked imposing. And oh so fucking hot. I had no idea my mouth was hanging open until he leaned down towards my face and licked a line from my chin, to my open lips, up to my nose. I couldn't help it. The scent, the heat, all of it was just too damn heady. A whimper broke out of me. Which made Coach Tyler chuckle in his breath. "Now go." He said, turning away and walking back to his desk. "I believe you have plans with your teammates." "Uhmm... yeah okay." I stuttered. My voice hoarse. Not to mention my mind was still in a fog. That was it? He literally called me to his office to make me smell his dirty jocks? He was right though, the team was making plans to grab a bite to eat when we were at the showers. They're probably waiting for me right now. I was already on my way out of his office when he said, "You better calm that boner down before you get out and scare your teammates." He was laughing. I looked down and sure enough, there was a tent in my shorts and my dick was almost poking through it. Embarrassed, I hastily fixed myself before glaring at him. "I hate you." Chuckling, he gave me a wink. "Bullshit, you love it." I rolled my eyes and turned around, going for the door. "Oh, by the way, see me during your lunch period tomorrow." He said, stopping me in my tracks. Turning around, I raised an eyebrow at him. "Why?" He leveled me with a dangerous stare. "Because I want to rape that fucking pussy and have you dripping with my come during class. That's why." ~ "So, Lucas. How's school?" Dave asked me as the commercials went on. He took a swig of beer while he waited for me to answer. It was a fine Saturday afternoon, Mark decided to invite Dave, Ryan, and Caleb over to watch the game. We were in the living room, surrounded by pizza boxes, fries, burgers, and beers. Like me, Ryan was happily munching on a slice of pizza. While Mark and Caleb were digging into their burgers. "Pretty good. It went by so fast, I can't believe I'm already halfway through the school year. I have excellent grades and being in the track team is awesome." I replied to Dave's question. "That's good. I can see you already put on a bit of muscle there, kid. You're looking good. Coach Tyler still giving you shit? Mark told me he's giving you a bit of trouble early on." I glanced at Mark, raising an eyebrow. He just shrugged. "Just looking out for you, babe." He said with a wink. The guys all chuckled at that. I turned back to Dave. "Yeah, he used to give me a lot of shit when I first got in the team several months ago. But it's all better now." Because he started fucking me on the regular. No wait, raping me is more like it. Damn, I think my dick just twitched at that thought. "Well, good to know. Tyler's actually a decent guy. If only a bit intense. He might have a lot of issues but he's a good Coach, so just listen to him." He said. "How did you know him, by the way?" I asked. "We're from the same high school. I was a senior and he was a junior. We both played football." Huh. That actually made sense, considering how gigantic Dave and Coach Tyler were body-wise. Of course they played football in high school. I picked up another slice of pizza. "Was he any good?" I asked, everyone avidly listening to Dave now. "He was brilliant actually. He had the potential to go professional. I remember even when he was still a junior he already had recruiters lining up to meet him. But then suddenly he quit." "What? Why?" "I don't know actually. Suddenly, our coach told us he quit the team because of family matters. He didn't come to class anymore after that. Then I graduated, went to the army, and never knew what happened to him. It was only until I went back to town as a cop that I saw him again and was able to catch up." "Did you ask what happened to him in high school?" The question burst out of me involuntarily. I was totally curious about Coach Tyler's story. Taking another swig of beer, Dave continued. "Nah, I didn't ask because I knew it must have been personal. He didn't go back to playing, which was too bad. But it seemed like he still did great, he was still able to go to college and get a degree to teach physical ed." Interesting. I'm glad that whatever happened to Coach Tyler during his junior year had only been a momentary thing and he was still able to pull through despite losing his chances to play pro. I knew something like that could make former athletes turn into addicts and losers because of heartbreak. But still, I can't help but be curious about it all. What happened? A few hours later in the evening, we started to clean up. While packing up, Mark announced that I have an incoming game this next weekend to the guys and told them to go see me. After promising to come to the school to watch, Dave, Ryan and Caleb bid goodbye. Leaving Mark and I on the couch. I heaved a sigh. Finally, some time alone. Immediately, I went to straddle his lap. With a grin, I pushed him down so we laid down on the couch. With me on top, my chin resting on his chest, I had a full view of his handsome face as he stared lovingly back at me. "Hey, dad." I said with a smile. He smirked, before raising both arms and folding them on the back of his head, pushing his head a bit higher. "Hey, babe." It never fails to make my stomach flutter everytime he calls me that. "I love you." He beams, before saying, "I love you too, son." That made me chuckle. "Make up your mind, dad. Am I babe or son?" He raised an eyebrow. "Both? You're my son that I get to fuck every night." I snorted. I stayed on top of him as we breathed in silence, just staring at each other lovingly for long minutes. Each lost in each other's gaze. God, he's the most handsome man in my eyes. I can't believe I have him in my life. With those green eyes, straight nose, and full, pink lips that I get to kiss and lick and suck anytime I want... I am so lucky. "You're the most handsome man I've ever seen, dad." The words burst out involuntarily. Which made Mark blush, which in turn made him much more handsome in my eyes. "Come here, I want to taste that mouth." He commanded. So I went and pressed my mouth to his. Immediately, his tongue darted between my lips. Leaving me no choice but to open them as he slid his wet tongue inside. A moan escaped from both of us as a zing of please shot through our bodies. I could feel Mark's cock slowly thickening as it grinds against my fully hard one. "Let me suck on that tongue." He said. And I let him. I darted my tongue out, then he swirled his tongue against it before he slowly captured it with his lips and started sucking like a hungry man. All the while my mouth was open, and my breath ghosted across his face. "Dad, please do that thing." I whimpered. He didn't need to be told exactly what it was. He knew immediately what I wanted. Grabbing my face with both hands to keep my head still, he pulled out his tongue and dragged it across my face from my chin, to my open lips, before quickly dipping inside for a quick taste, then continuing back up to my nostrils until he reached the tip of my nose. "Oh, dad. You smell so good." "You like daddy's spit baby?" My balls drew up tight and my cock oozed precum. "Yes, dad. I love smelling you." He went back down again, dragging his tongue upwards from my chin to my nose, this time dipping the tip of his tongue inside each nostril for a few seconds. Then he licked my cheeks, my closed eyes, the bridge of my nose. He slathered me with his spit, his hot breath puffing on my face. "Daaad..." I moaned. "What do you need babe?" He asked, his voice getting deeper and more hoarse. "Let's go to bed and fuck. I want your cock inside me tonight." Within seconds, I was swept off of my feet and Mark was carrying me as he walked towards the bedroom. After he laid me down on the bed, we began to undress. In a few moments I was fully naked. I laid on the bed with my legs wide open and my hole exposed as Mark stood beside the edge of the bed, watching me as he took his clothes off. Our heated eyes staying locked on each other. "Give me." I said, and it was also one of those things that proved how in sync Mark and I were to each other that he knew exactly what I was thinking. Bending over, he grabbed his worn briefs from the floor, and handed them to me. As soon as my hand touched the underwear I brought it up to my nose to take a big sniff. Another bolt of white hot pleasure surged through my body, electrifying my skin, fogging my mind, until all my senses were dulled and all I could see was Mark's muscular body standing over me and all I could smell was the scent of his musky, ripe cock and balls and ass. "How does my sweaty crotch smell baby?" I moaned loudly as I took another long sniff. "Strong," my hands moved on their own accord to grab my aching dick. "Fuck, it smells dirty and so fucking hot." "God, baby, I want to pound you." He gasped. Then he positioned himself on his knees on the bed. His cock pointed directly at my hole. "Is this pussy wet, son?" He asked, while dragging his cock head across my puckering hole. "Yes, daddy. Put it inside, please." I begged. In one, long push, he slid his thick cock inside me. I grimaced a bit at the fullness, but at this point it's nothing I'm not used to anymore. After fucking almost every night, and how Coach Tyler has been raping my hole with his gigantic cock after almost every training practice, I have no need for a finger or two to get myself prepared. Just like now when Mark pushed his thick, long cock inside me in one strong thrust, the sharp sting only served to fuel my lust and my cock to ooze precum like a faucet. There was no need to take it slow. In just a few seconds, Mark was expertly pistoning his cock in and out of me and his hips were slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. "Fuck, dad. I love your cock." I gasped, my hands gripping the sheet. Soon, he was hitting my prostate and all I could do was scream. Being horny all day long, I was all pent up and judging by the sounds Mark was making, I'm betting he was too. "I'm not going to last. Shit, I've been thinking about fucking your hole since this morning. I wanted to bend you over the sofa and fuck you while we watched the game." Mark panted. The wild thrusts of his hips never relenting. "Want daddy's cum inside your pussy, son?" With the sensation of Mark's cock abusing my prostate, and his filthy words, I was being pushed to the edge too soon. I gave my dick a few strokes, and before I knew it, I was shooting. "Yes! Fuck me harder, dad. I'm cumming!" I cried as the wave of my orgasm crashed upon me. I jerked my cock until I've squeezed every last drop, meanwhile Mark had increased the speed of his thrusts momentarily, before pushing his cock as deep as he could go and letting out a loud bellow as his shot load after load after load of cum inside me. When we calmed down, Mark didn't pull out. He simply laid down slowly and gathered me in his arms. Spooning me from behind. All the while keeping his cock inside. I could feel his cock softening, but not popping out. My back was pressed against his sweaty torso and even though it was sticky, I couldn't care less. After a round of sex like that, who could? All I wanted to do at that moment was close my eyes and sleep. And judging by the deep yawn that came from Mark, I'm assuming he's on the same boat. "I love you so much, son." Mark whispered in my ear before planting a kiss on my cheek. "I love you too, dad. Goodnight." Just for good measure, I squeezed my hole. Once I felt that his soft cock was still embedded inside me, my lips turned up and soon I was lulled to sleep. ~ It was another glorious day. I just won another race. A gold medal was hanging around my neck, and my teammates were all cheering for me. They also wore their own gold medals, after winning their respective track events. It was a good day for the team and the school. The track team fucking crushed it. The high energy was infectious, even Coach Ty had a somewhat satisfied expression on his face. "Good job, boys. You did great. Now go ahead and wash up. I'll see you all on Monday for practice." He said before walking away. The team went to our usual spot to grab a bite and celebrate our win. After that, we went to one of my teammate's house and played games until the sun had set. It was great fun, over the last several months I've grown really close with my teammates. I felt like we were brothers, together through thick and thin, and we all had each other's backs. Especially during the first few months when Coach bullied me a lot. Even though they couldn't do anything against that, they still did their best to make me feel that they're on my side. They're great people and being a foster kid, I've never really had that experience because most of the time, I'm surrounded by other kids who were only looking out for themselves. Which I understand, since we all had difficult upbringings. But this... this camaraderie, this brotherhood, felt so gratifying. It made me feel like I'm really turning into a normal teenager. It was already evening when we went our separate ways. The weather was cool, a slight breeze was flowing and I thought it was the perfect evening to take a stroll. So I decided to just walk home. Twenty minutes later, I realized I was turning into the street of the school. Checking my watch, I saw that it was thirty minutes before seven. Which meant a certain someone might still be in his office. Fighting the growing smile on my face, I started walking towards the direction of the gate. When I reached his door, I grinned when I saw that it was unlocked. I went inside with the intent of shoving my gold medal in Coach Tyler's face but when I saw him peacefully asleep on the small couch, I stopped in my tracks. Oh. He looked so... adorable. Which is something I never thought I would say about this brutish bastard. But he did, especially if you look at how he tried to fit his gigantic body in that small couch. He looked like an innocent kid. I've never seen him look this serene. This might have been the first time I saw his face without a frown or a scowl. His handsomeness grew tenfold. He looked almost angelic. With his lips slightly open, he breathed evenly. He was deep asleep, lost in his dreams. I stepped silently towards him, careful to not make any noise. When I reached the sofa, I kneeled down. Knowing this opportunity won't present itself ever again, I took the time to gaze at his face and really took him in while he slept unguarded. You know, before those eyes opened and a scowl replaced that serene expression on his face. Eyes caught in Coach's mouth, I itched to touch those open lips, which looked full and pink, and wondered how they would feel pressed against your own in a passionate kiss. We've kissed before, yes, but those kisses never stemmed from adoration and love. I wondered how it would feel if those eyes opened and stared at you with open longing. And how it would feel to glide your fingertips on the straight nose, then caress those defined cheeks and feel the stubble. I must have stayed kneeling for several minutes, captivated by the handsome man laid before me, that I didn't realize the fact that I had a small smile on my face. Or the fact that somehow, I've started to lean over, closer and closer until finally, my lips were softly pressing to his. There was a very small, almost unnoticeable hitch in his breathing, and I was afraid he was going to stir, but he was too deep in his sleep that he didn't wake. I looked down to his tight-fitting shorts and I chuckled under my breath when I saw that he was growing hard. His bulge slowly getting bigger and bigger. I casted another glance at his face, he was still peacefully asleep. My hand lifted and I grabbed his dick. Before long, I was softly massaging the hard length, stroking it up and down slowly, before moving on to rub his heavy balls. Fuck, I wanted nothing more than to rip those shorts off and suck him off. But all I could do was keep on touching his cock. I smirked as I started to hear Coach's breathing getting heavier. He's going to wake up soon. My balls tingled. Is he going to be mad? Fuck, I hope so. It's been a while since Coach fucked me that my hole was literally itching to be filled by his thick cock. My hand stayed on his cock, fondling and massaging until I felt him stir. For a moment, excitement filled me as I saw him on the verge of waking up. But he stayed asleep. And his dick suddenly went soft in my hand. I frowned when I realized that Coach's breathing turned heavier. And heavier. And then heavier. Is he coming? But his dick had gone completely soft. It didn't make any sense. I looked at his face, and dread filled my nerves and cooled my heating body in an instant as I saw his once peaceful face morph into one of distress. His eyebrows were clenched in a frown. However, he still had his eyes closed. Then suddenly, he sobbed. "No, please...." I panicked, taking my hand away from him. "No more, Uncle Nick..." I watched with horrified eyes as Coach Tyler, the largest, most imposing man I've ever seen, curled in on himself and started mewling like... Like a hurt child. "It hurts.... Please...." He cried like he was in deep pain. His voice sounding deeply terrified. My heart pounded in fear at the sight in front of me. He was having a nightmare. Immediately, I grabbed his big shoulders and shook him as hard as I could. "Coach! Wake up, you're having a nightmare." It didn't work. He just continued sobbing and saying things that didn't make sense. "Get out of my room... Please..." I started slapping his face lightly and shaking his head. "Wake. Up!" I barked. Then his eyes popped open. In a flash, he was sitting up. Wild, unseeing eyes looking around his surroundings, before his eyes fell on me. Growling, he grabbed my shirt roughly. "Woah, woah, woah. It's me! It's me, Coach! It's Lucas!" I said quickly, raising my hands to show him I meant no harm. He was panting, staring at me with wide eyes. He was shaking. His whole body vibrated. After long moments where I thought he was truly going to hurt me, he let go. And I plopped down on the floor. I stood up immediately and stepped back to gain some distance. When I was sure I was safe, I turned back to him. He sat still on the couch. His head bowed, staring at something on the ground. He was trembling, whatever that nightmare was about has definitely shaken him. I cleared my throat softly. "Coach? Are you... okay?" He didn't respond. He just continued staring down at nothing. Until a few seconds later, his shoulders shook and I realized he was crying silently. I instinctively went towards him. "Don't!" He barked. My eyes widened and I stopped in my tracks. "But-" "Get the fuck out." He said menacingly. "Coach, I-" "I said GET THE FUCK OUT!!!" I gasped, shocked at the anger and rage in his voice. I stood unmoving for a few seconds, my heart pounding and terrified to speak. I looked at the heartbreaking state of Coach Tyler, but he just stared back at me with raged eyes. Grabbing my bag from where I dropped it on the floor, I sighed as I cast another glance at him. God, he looked so broken. As much as I wanted to stay and help him with what had just happened, I knew I couldn't. He wanted me to go. With a heavy sigh, I turned around and went to the door. But no sooner than I closed the door to his office, my heart broke even more as I heard the unmistakable sound of Coach Tyler sobbing.