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Subject: Foster Slut Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Here’s another chapter for you guys. I hope you like it! If you enjoyed my story, don’t hesitate to email me – ail Please donate to Nifty. It’s an incredible site and it needs your money and support to keep it going. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Caleb jumped up as if he was on fire. In his haste, I fell from the couch and landed on the floor with a thud. “Jesus, Caleb!” I exclaimed. He didn’t even hear me. “Mark! Oh god, let me explain.” He was wide-eyed, panicking. “It’s not…” he stopped, at a loss. He looked at me, trying to come up with words. He started to look pale. “I swear it’s… it’s…” Mark laughed. “Relax, Caleb. Don’t have a heart attack.” Then he walked towards me and helped me up from the floor. “Morning, son.” He said with a kiss on the lips once I was standing. I smiled back at him, “Did you sleep well?” “What do you think? I kept waking up to the sound of you two fucking.” We both chuckled. Caleb on the other hand, stood on the other side of the living room with his jaw hanging. “Wait. You’re okay with this?” He asked incredulously. “He’s been pining over you for so long, I’m not even surprised anymore. Plus, I’ve known since you made him suck your cock months ago in the campsite.” He replied. Caleb’s face turned bright red. “But… you’re just okay with that? That he had sex with someone else?” Mark snorted at him, “Yes. I know he’s with me, and I know how he feels about me. So I’m not worried. So long as you didn’t hurt him.” Caleb’s eyes widened again, probably remembering the slaps he gave me. “Well…” “Oh, you know what I mean. I’m not talking about that.” Mark said with a snort. “Ryan and Dave used to rough him up real good before I got him. I know he can take a couple slaps.” Caleb breathed a sigh of relief. “Wow, I just didn’t think that you-” he stopped all of a sudden, catching on to what Mark had just said. “Wait a second. Did you just say Ryan and Dave used to roughen him up? You mean…” Now I’m the one blushing. “Yes. Remember? Lucas used to live with them before he came to me.” Mark answered. Caleb turned to me as if seeing me in a new light. “Wow, I knew you were a horny kid but I didn’t know you were this much of a slut.” That made Mark and I chuckle out loud. “Well, I’m gonna go make breakfast. Put on some clothes, you two. I don’t want to see your dangling dicks this early in the morning.” Mark said, walking towards the kitchen to prepare breakfast as if nothing happened. Caleb and I just had sex. You know, no biggie. ~ “Well that’s it, class. For the weekend, read the next four chapters because on Monday we will be having a short quiz.” The bell rang, signifying the end of class. It’s three in the afternoon and I’m finally free. My last period was English. Which was pretty boring in itself but was exacerbated by the mindnumbingly monotone voice of my forty year old teacher. She actually looked a lot similar to my homeschool teacher, Rachel, if she never smiled and had an incredibly dull personality. I swear I must be one of the four students in the room who didn’t fall asleep during lecture. It’s Friday. So far my first week back at school went great. I made friends on the first day and they were all nice enough to show me around. By the third day I was already part of their group. We hung out almost everyday, and it helped that there’s at least one of them in my class so I didn’t have to sit by myself and have no one to talk to. As far as high-school goes, it was going great. Mark was very happy for me, he said he was initially worried that I would become an outcast. “Well duh, I’m cute and I have a great personality. Of course I’ll have friends.” I said cheekily. He laughed and ruffled my hair. I was laughing with my friends as we walked along the hallway leading to the building’s exit when suddenly we were blocked by an intimidatingly tall and muscular man wearing the school T-shirt and grey jogging pants. Oh wow, who’s this gorgeous giant? With that scowl he was wearing he looked intense, as if he was looking for something to kill. I didn’t know it was possible that someone could look hot and scary as fuck at the same time. “Good afternoon coach! What’s up?” One of my friends said. Of course he’s a coach, I clocked that right away. The whistle hanging over his chest was dead giveaway. He looked at my friend with sharp eyes and it almost made him melt to the floor from the intense glare. I thought to myself that he must be the kind of coach every student feared. He seemed like the type. “Nothing much,” he said. His voice so low and masculine I almost didn’t understand. “I’m just looking for the new kid. Do you guys know any Lucas by chance?” I stiffened. What did I do now? Why is he looking for me? My friends all turned to me with wide eyes. Fuck. “Uhmm… that’s me. A-am I in trouble?” I squeaked. His eyebrows raised before he fully turned to me. Then his eyes took several seconds taking me in, fully examining me from head to toe as I stood there awkwardly. My face burning from the scrutiny. My friends looked back and forth between us, clearly confused as well as to what was going on. Before I could open my mouth to ask what was happening, he stuck out his hand to me. “Sorry about that, I was just checking your build to see if you’re fit enough. I’m Coach Tyler, my friend Dave said you’re a runner? I was going to ask if you’re interested to join my track team.” Ohhh. I forgot about this. Damn, I forgot Dave had reminded me to look for the track coach when I came to his house last week. I shook his hand back nervously. “Nice to meet you, uhmm Coach Tyler. I’m sorry I forgot to look for you, I got busy since it’s my first week here.” He waved his hand. Effectively shutting me up. “So what do you think? You think you can handle sports and studies at the same time?” He fixed me with his signature glare and my knees almost buckled. I looked at my friends ardahan escort for support. They all just stared back at me with wide eyes. “Uhmmm… sure?” I said unconvincingly. “Great. Come to my office on Monday. And start bringing extra clothes, training is three times a week and it starts at three-thirty. I’ll see you then.” He walked away without waiting for a response. After my friends and I heaved a sigh of relief, we continued to walk toward the exit. But as I hear them talking about how scary and mean Coach Tyler is when it comes to the field, I was overcome with dread and started feeling that I might have made a mistake. Monday came, and I couldn’t have been more right. After I was introduced to the rest of the track team, we were immediately commanded to start doing drills. The team was good, I realized. They’re tough as shit, executing the drills perfectly in great speed and finesse. As if nothing could faze them. Meanwhile, I was a tumbling mess. Lagging behind and ready to die by the thirty minute mark. It was gruesome. By the end of the training, I couldn’t feel my body. I’m dizzy and I feel like I would throw up any second. I never felt more relieved when I heard the whistle ring out and Coach Tyler shout at us. “Get your asses to the shower! If I see anyone still hear in twenty minutes I’m going to make you run the sprint the whole field next training!” Everyone hurried to the showers. I didn’t know what was scary about running the whole field but judging from the way the team bristled at the threat I knew it would do me well to just follow what everyone else is doing. “Nice first day, Lucas. You did great.” One of the guys said with a smile while we were changing. “Did you run before or was this your first time joining any track team?” Another one asked. I smiled at the praise, maybe blushed a little bit too. It’s good to know my efforts were seen when we were at the field. “Thanks, guys. This was my first time. I thought I looked like a moron out there. You all seemed such pros and I was always running behind.” They all chuckled and some patted my shoulder. “Nah, you`ll catch up. For a first timer you didn’t do so bad. You’ll be fine.” Feeling elated and proud of myself, we walked out of the locker room with a wide smile on my face. Until I heard Coach Tyler’s gruff voice behind me. “Lucas! My office now.” The other guys looked at me with pity. I was bummed because we made plans to grab a bite in a nearby diner which I was really excited about. I wanted to hang out with the team. Fuck, what does Coach want now? I grimaced. “Uh-oh. Looks like Coach needs you. It’s okay, we’ll hang out next time, Lucas.” They said their goodbyes to me and walked on. All feeling of pride and sense of self-worth went down the drain as soon as I entered Coach Fucker’s office. “You’re too slow.” He said with no preamble. With no regard for my feelings. “Do you have what it takes to be on this team? As you can see my guys are excellent. I don’t have space for a sissy slacker. If you want to stay, I suggest you man up and do better.” My eyes widened at his words. Unable to respond. He glared at me as he waited for me to reply. Who the fuck does he think he is? Towering over me in his tight T-shirt, his nipples distractingly piercing through the thin fabric. His hands were on his hips, giving me a full view of his huge biceps, minus the grey jogging pants. Today he’s wearing tight shorts that showcased his meaty thighs. Ones that could crush my skull if he wanted to. I could feel my blood boiling. And going down to my crotch. That prominent bulge should be illegal on school grounds. I’ve never hated this six-foot-four bastard more than I did at that moment. I wanted to strangle his neck. “Well?” He coerced, his sharp glare still in place. God, he looked so fucking sexy. I would’ve bent over his desk right this second if I didn’t hate his guts. I glared back at him. I wouldn’t give him the pleasure of bullying a kid. “I’ll do better.” Like hell, I wouldn’t apologize for shit. I worked hard today and I have nothing to prove to him. Soon enough he’ll be eating his words for calling me names. ~ “He called me sissy! What the fuck, dad?” Mark just laughed at me. “Come on, Lucas. Coaches are supposed to be like that. They’re supposed to be hard on their team so they’ll toughen up.” He reasoned. But I wasn’t having it. “But it’s not like I begged to join his team. I was minding my own business and he came to me. What’s his problem riding me hard like that? Even my teammates said he must hate me.” He laughed again. “It’s not funny, dad. I hate him so much.” “So, quit.” I turned to him, “What? I’m not gonna quit?! It will just prove that I didn’t have what it takes to be a part of the team.” Gaining some newfound resolve, I made a commitment. “I’m going to keep training until I win some competition and then I’m going to slap my medal on his face. Yep, that should do it. Take down that smug bastard a peg or two.” Mark gave me a smirk. “Easy there, tiger. Now get back to sucking, I’m about to cum.” He said, then his eyes went back to his phone and started scrolling again. Right, I forgot I was in the middle of sucking his cock. My hand was still on his dick, distractedly stroking while I recounted what happened with Coach Tyler. I was on the floor in between his legs, when I didn’t move, he said, “Come on, sissy. Suck daddy’s cock.” I chuckled and bit the head of his cock softly, causing him to yelp. Then I resumed the blowjob as he sat there on the sofa texting, not even paying attention to me as I played around with his dick, sucking and licking for a long time until he came. ~ “Come on, Lucas. Pull up your panties and pick up the speed!” Coach Tyler’s booming voice shouted from way across the field. I didn’t know what his problem was, we were doing laps and I’m not even behind my teammates. In fact, I’m one of the leading runners. “I artvin escort swear, Coach must have a thing for you.” One of the guys said breathlessly. The others within earshot chuckled. I snorted, momentarily distracted by the thought. Fuck yeah he does. It’s been two weeks since I joined the team, and everyone officially became my close friends. But Coach Tyler? Yeah, he still hated me to within an inch of his life. And the same goes for me. We were engaged in this passive-aggressivene battle since the first day. He must have thought I wouldn’t come back to the next training session, it was hilarious how his eyes widened when he saw me walking to the field ready and waiting for my drills. He gave me an even harder time. He laughs at me everytime I make a mistake, then makes a comment about how much of a girl I am. I give it back to him though. I wanted him to know I’m not scared of him. Like the one time I accidentally tripped over the cones and face planted so hard that I busted my lip, everyone on the team laughed and Coach yelled, “Serves you right for not focusing on the drills.” I didn’t even miss a beat. “Well, who could? With those tight women’s shorts you’re wearing, I’m practically drooling here, Coach.” I yelled back, causing everyone on the team to burst into snickers, including the few students who stayed after school and sat by the bleachers to watch us train. Apparently no one had the gall to answer back everytime Coach Tyler goes into his verbal bullying. Until I came here. His jaw hung open, then he blushed and walked away. The next day he was back to wearing grey sweat pants. Ha. When the whistle sounded, we hurried to the showers quickly. There’s a new film that came out and the whole team made plans to go see it together. We were all set to go in less than ten minutes. “Team, quick reminder before you go.” Coach Tyler said as we got out of the locker room. And we all stopped to listen. “We have a game this Saturday. Lucas, I put you in for individual races. Make sure you win or you’ll pay for it in laps.” He continued talking about the upcoming game, addressing the other members of the team and telling them where they’ve been put. Some in relay races and other events. I didn’t really listen because I was too happy to know my plan has finally been set in motion. I couldn’t control the widening smile on my face. Now I just need to get a medal, so I can use to wipe the ever-present sneer on Coach Tyler’s face everytime he looks at me. So I trained hard the rest of the week. I’ve never been more focused. I was committed to it and no one was going to stop me. I ignored his taunts, his usual tactics during training. By Friday I was finishing laps in record time. “Damn, Lucas. You gotta calm down, you’ll be great tomorrow. There’s no need to exhaust yourself today.” My teammate said. “Dude, I can’t risk it.” I replied. “I need to prove I can do this.” He looked at me with a bit of worry in his eyes. “You know the team’s got your back, right? We notice that coach rides you particularly hard but there’s really nothing you need to prove to the team.” I softened at the sweet gesture. I patted his shoulder and nodded. “I know, thanks a lot by the way. But I’m doing this because of that bastard. I’m sick of him undermining me. Nothing would make me happier than shoving my medal up his ass when I win one tomorrow.” I said with a grin. Just then the whistle sounded and we walked towards the showers as we laughed with each other. ~ It was the next day and my race was about to start. My running event was next, and most of my teammates were already done with theirs. So they were just watching me. Shit. My nerves are slowly getting to me. Mark and Dave came to support me, which was nice but it wasn’t enough to calm me. Any minute now they’re going to call us up for the individual races. I started breathing deeply. I’ve seen the runners from the other schools, with way more experience than me. Who had been doing track since they started high-school. And then there’s me. Who started mere weeks ago. I am so fucked. I’m going to embarass myself in front of Mark, Dave, my teammates, the parents who were watching their kids, and most of all that frustratingly sexy bastard of a coach who’s out to see me fail. That seemed to do it, my nerves receded slowly, replaced by a growing eagerness. Just one medal. I told myself. Just one. You don’t have to be the best, just be good enough to land a medal. That’s the deal. I took another deep breath and slowly let it out, centering myself, try to find my focus. We were called to the track, and in seconds I found myself right there in my lane. I was deep in my zone, with one goal in mind. I drowned out everything and just let my body take control. A buzzer sounded, signaling us to take our marks and all of us got into position. I crouched down and put my feet firmly into the starting block. I took a couple more deep breaths, few seconds passed and there was nothing but the feel of the sun and the breeze. Few seconds more, the familiar crack of a pistol sounded. And I flew. The next thing I remember was someone giving me a bottle of water as I gasped for breath. I tried gasping for more air but it didn’t seem to be enough. My lungs were on fire. Oh god, my throat was so dry I was dry heaving. And I couldn’t feel my legs. They feel like jelly and I could feel them buckling. I don’t think I can stand up any longer, my legs seem unable to support me at the moment. “Lucas, you were amazing!!!” “Hell yeah, second place! You fucking killed it, man!” “You’re a beast, Lucas!” Suddenly my teammates were gathered around me. Grinning and shouting at me. It took a while for my brain to register what they were saying. I’m in second place? I couldn’t believe it, the next thing I knew my teammates were carrying me and I was seated on top of their shoulders as they jumped around cheering my name. I couldn’t help ataköy escort but laugh at the absurdity. I fucking did it. Damn, what an amazing feeling. When I got the medal Mark and Dave came over to me. Dad gave me a hug, congratulated me and told me we will celebrate when I get home. Dave ruffled my sweaty hair and gave me a big grin. “You were awesome out there, kid. Who knew there was an athlete in you?” We all shared a laugh. I thanked them both for coming then I was surrounded again by my teammates. “Hey, Lucas. The team is going to the diner to hang out after this, let’s go.” One of them said. I turned to Mark, and he already knew what I was going to say. He chuckled and said, “Go. I’ll wait for you at home.” Then he gave me some money. After another round of hugs and congratulations, Mark and Dave were off. My teammates and I were walking towards the showers when I suddenly remembered what I had to do. I had to show someone my new silver medal. “Where’s coach?” I asked. They shrugged as they looked around the field. Parents were gathering up their things, the students from other school were loading their buses, and the cleaners were tidying up and picking leftover trash. But there was no Coach Tyler to be found. Then one of them said, “I saw him leave after you finish your race.” Of course he did. That asshole was too proud to face me after all that. “He probably went to go get lunch. We should go too. You can just come back to school later and you’ll find him in his office. He always stays there until six.” I nodded, then we continued towards the showers to get cleaned up. My running suit was soaked, also I felt sticky all over but I wasn’t bothered at all because all I can see is my medal as it hung on my chest. It was nothing special, just some ordinary piece of silver metal but the meaning behind it was profound. I had a big blast with my teammates during lunch in the diner. We caused a ruckus, which made a lot of the customers from the other tables sneer at us. Thankfully the manager knew one of us, so no one bothered our little group. In fact, we got a free plate of fries when we told the manager what the day was about. And when we showed him our recently won medals, he congratulated us. It was an amazing day so far. But I got to say, I’m a little distracted because there’s still one more thing I’ve yet to do. And I couldn’t fully enjoy the day until I do it. ~ Turns out, Coach Tyler really does stay in his office until evening. I snorted to myself. What a loser. Isn’t it a Saturday? He didn’t have any plans at all? The guy probably has no friends. Serves him right for being an insufferable jackass. I didn’t bother knocking on his door. I went straight in, with my head up high and my medal around my neck. He was writing something in his desk and was momentarily surprised when he looked up and saw me there. He raised an eyebrow. “Anything I can help you with?” He said in an uncaring, monotone voice. Then went back to writing. My blood began to boil. Fucker, I won a medal so look at me. When several seconds passed and I didn’t say anything, he looked up again. “Hmmm?” God, even that simple sound grated on my nerves. Sitting there in his office, surrounded with sports equipment and trophies, he looked like a bodybuilder model in a shoot for a sexy sport magazine. With his dark hair, bright blue eyes, and frustratingly handsome face, he would fit right in as the cover model. My hands itched to punch that sexy face and bust those full lips that looked so damn lickable. “I won a medal.” I said, hands on my hips. His eyes quickly gazed at the medal on my chest before turning to meet mine. “So I see.” The blood continued to boil. “Aren’t you going to say anything else?” I growled. “I fucking won silver, fyi.” He frowned at my language, at the moment I was sure I was going to get into trouble for cursing at a faculty member but his eyes glinted and he gave me a cocky smirk. “Silver, yes. Means second place.” He answered again in that frustratingly monotone voice. But I wasn’t fooled, I caught the obvious insinuation behind his words. Especially as he said the word “second”. After all that hard work, this smug bastard is still disappointed? I couldn’t control myself and I burst. “I trained my ass off for this you asshole! Yes, it’s a fucking silver medal. It means I almost won first place!” I said, my voice raising. He smirked at me, unfazed. “Wow, I’m almost impressed.” I began to see red. “Okay that’s it! I’m sick of this. You and me, on the field. We’ll fucking race.” His eyebrows raised at that point. Shock clearly written on his face. Hell, even I was surprised when it came out of my mouth. But I can’t take it back now. I won’t. But then he laughed. The asshole laughed at my face. “Go home, kid.” “What’s the matter? Afraid you’re going to lose? Come on coach, don’t be such a sissy girl.” His eyes widened and turned steely in a fraction of a second. His body stiffened and in a blink of an eye he turned murderous. I froze, my heart started pounding in my chest as I stood there unmoving, trapped in his cruel eyes. He stared at me for almost a minute. And there was a part of me that wanted to run to safety. Run somewhere he would never find me. He kept his sharp eyes locked on me the entire time, and I had a passing thought that he was probably contemplating where he will throw my body once he kills me. “You’re on, little bitch.” He said, voice turned cold and promising of punishment. “If you win, I’ll congratulate you and I’ll even apologize for the things I said to you.” I swallowed audibly. Knowing there’s a catch. “And… and if you win?” I asked nervously. His eyes stayed locked on mine. And I could almost feel the danger lurking behind them. “If I win, you’ll stay here for an hour and do whatever I say.” I knew a normal person would run away as fast as he can. But at that point I couldn’t care less. I just wanted… something from this man. I’m not entirely sure what it is I’m hoping to get, but I do know that my mind and body is telling me there’s something. So in the pursuit of protecting my pride, and by sheer stupidity, I held my head up and said, “Deal.”

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