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Subject: Foster Slut Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Thank you again for all the emails. I enjoy writing because of your compliments. Knowing my story gets you hard and cumming makes it all worthwhile. So 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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hey guys!” Mark shouted as we walked inside the bar and he saw the table where his buddies sat. Caleb turned his head as we approached. “Finally, you’re here. These assholes were starting to bore me.” He said, bright smile evident on his handsome face. The other guys at the table chuckled. There were five of the other firemen present, all familiar faces, all I’ve already met when I first came to visit Mark at the station. They all gave me welcoming smiles. “Well, come here and sit down. Lucas, you sit next to me.” Caleb made space so I could sit with him. I laughed, as it was very funny how he practically bullied someone to sit on the other side of the table so there would be space for me and Mark. Now that we’re seated, Mark on my left and Caleb on my right, I got the sudden realization that I’m sandwiched between the two most handsome men at the table. Hell, even in the entire bar. I could literally see our group garnering longing looks from almost everyone at the bar. Men and women alike. I chuckled to myself. “So how’s everything at home man?” Caleb asked me and Mark. “Can’t complain. Mark’s the best.” I replied warmly. Mark smiled at the praise. Caleb nodded, “That’s good. I’m glad you two are getting pretty tight, his lonely ass seems to be better now that you’re here. Thank god I don’t have to accompany him anymore.” He said with a chuckle. “Oh, fuck you. Should be the other way around, jackass. Lucas is here so I’m not lonely anymore.” Mark retorted. Caleb spoke again, “But seriously, you guys should come by my house this weekend. We should hang out. Been a long time since I’ve spent time with you, Mark. I should be angry at you Lucas for hogging his time but I’ll let it slide.” He winked. Mark and I laughed. “Well, what do you say bud? Wanna hang out with him?” Mark asked me. “Yeah, sure. We have no plans so we might as well accompany his lonely ass.” I said cheekily. Mark burst to laughter. “So that’s how it is, huh? You two ganging up on me? I’ll get you back, you little shit.” Caleb said to me with a smirk. Then he turned to the other men at the table. “I don’t know about you, but I’m itching for a drink. Let’s get thing started!” Caleb announced to the group. A chorus of whoo-hoos and hell yeahs soon followed. The soda I was drinking was making me full, that and the huge tray of nachos and fries at the center of the table. Right after finishing my first glass, Caleb immediately ordered another for me. So this was already my second glass of soda. Them, however, were already on their fourth or fifth bottles of beer. The guys at the table were all on their way to being drunk. All of their faces were flushed and lips moist from the cold beer. They all looked so damn fuckable. I looked to my left, to where the love of my life sat and saw how much fun Mark was having. He glowed as he told a story to the other guys. He was animated as he did it, his hands flying around. I couldn’t help but smile. I turned to my right, glancing at the other handsome stud. Caleb. Much like Mark, he was deliciously intoxicated. Tantalized again by his devastating good looks, I stared in awe. His hazel eyes turning sensual and his lips becoming redder and more swollen. He had his eyes directed at Mark, listening intently to what he was saying. Atleast I thought he was, until he leaned closer to whisper something in my ear. Without looking away from Mark, he whispered, “I know I’m handsome, but it’s kinda rude to stare, kid.” I bristled at his tone, oh shit. He sounded put off, disgusted. Shit, please don’t be mad. When he inched away I immediately looked at his face, ready to apologize for leering at him like that, only to see his eyes twinkling and his pretty mouth twitching up. He got me. “Oh, fuck you.” I said with a relieved sigh. Trying to calm my racing heart, I shoved him playfully. He laughed. “Scared you, huh? Don’t worry, no one saw you looking.” He said with a wink. Despite being the odd fifteen year old in the group, I found myself really enjoying the company. Mark and Caleb, surprisingly so, always seemed to need at least one form of contact to me. Mark with his arm on my shoulder and Caleb with his hand on my thigh, which tortured me as every touch from the two handsome devils shot directly to my dick. I don’t think they even knew they were doing it. But hell if I’m going to stop them. The stories kept flowing from each of the guys, sharing laughter and good memories from all their hard work. It’s evident that they all love their jobs, they’re passionate about what they do. Even the rookies, whom Caleb whispered to me were recent college graduates but were already showing great promise and had fit right in the station crew. The chief, which I haven’t met yet, I was told by Mark was a real stand up guy. A veteran, who will be retiring soon, was really tough but has a big heart. Mark told me the chief deemed it important that the guys form a special bond inside and ardahan escort outside of the station because he believed that that makes a difference when they’re out fighting fires and responding to emergencies. They have to be a family. And it was proved by the level of comfort and camarederie that emanated from each of them at this table right now. In all honesty, I couldn’t be more glad to be a part of this amazing group of men. They’re all so inspirational. Putting their lives at risk to save others. I hope the world gives these guys what they deserve. Each of them. “Sup, guys?” We were all laughing at the story of the rookies were telling when somebody spoke behind me. I turned my head at the sound and saw him approach. Lean and tall, blond surfer hair, blue-green eyes like the ocean. Handsome as fuck, it could only be one person. Owen. The guys welcomed him at the table, making space so he could sit down. Which was right in front of me. When he was properly situated, he turned to look at Mark then at me. “Oh, hi Lucas. I forgot you’re joining us.” He said with a smile. The charmer. Yeah, you’re fucking handsome but I still don’t trust you. I replied with a meek hello and turned back to listen to what one of the guys was saying before Owen arrived. But before I could give my full attention to what the other guy was saying, Owen raised his hand to order a drink. My eyes followed him, noting how his muscular arms flexed a little and a bit of his armpit hair sneaked out of his fitted t-shirt. Oh, I’d love the chance to get a whiff of that smelly armpi- My train of thought immediately stopped, as my eyes zeroed in on a familiar leather watch he was wearing on his wrist. I feel like I’ve seen that before. Yes, I’ve definitely seen that. Particularly as it sat perched on a certain nightstand in a certain bedroom where Mark and yes… Julie slept. My heart started jackhammering in my chest as a thought popped into my head. No, it can’t be. It has to be a different watch. I can’t even entertain the idea of it. But why would she-? No. She wouldn’t. But suddenly it’s like all the dots connected. All the simple clues I’ve disregarded as nothing started to make sense. The excuses, the weird encounters, they all started to fit together like a puzzle. Oh, god no. I looked at Mark, who gazed right back at me. Seeing the look on my face, he frowned. “You okay?” I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. My brain was a jumbled mess. But I can’t let him know. Not yet, I don’t even know if it’s true. God, please let me be wrong. Please, let me be so fucking wrong. “Uhh… I’m fine. Just thirsty.” I turned to grab my glass, only to find that I have already finished my soda. Mark stood up immediately, “I’m going to get you some water.” I watched him walk towards the bar, I stared as the sweet, caring man I know stood there while he waited. Poor Mark. How could she even do that to him? My heart broke into a million pieces as I watched him walk back towards me with a drink in his hand and a concerned look on his face. Such a simple thing for him to get me a damn glass of water, but that’s not what it was about. He saw the concerned look on my face and just like that, he was ready to take care of me. My heart couldn’t take it. How could this happen to such a loving man? “Here you go,” he said as he handed me the glass. After taking big gulps of water, I placed it on the table. “If you want to go, we can go. It’s pretty late anyway.” He supplied. I nodded, agreeing to him. “Yeah, let’s go.” Mark stood up to address the guys, saying we have to go as it’s getting pretty late already. He was met with a lot of complaints saying that we should stay longer because it’s the first time they got to hang out with me. If it was any other occasion, I would’ve been touched. But right now what I need is to be alone to think and sort through my mind. “Sorry guys, maybe next time.” Mark announced before grabbing my shoulder and started directing me towards the exit. But before Mark could fully turn me, I shot a glance at Owen. Who was nursing his beer right now and was eyeing me with a guarded look. “Nice watch, by the way.” His eyes widened like he had seen a ghost. And with that I turned towards the door. The next morning at breakfast I couldn’t look at Julie. I ate in silence, as Julie and Mark talked about work or whatever. My heart was still breaking for Mark. I know I have to, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him. And even if I did, I don’t have any proof to back any claim. He would just resent me and believe that I want to ruin his marriage. It was depressing me. Knowing that I just found this family, and now it’s going to fall apart. It’s not fair. I thought I had it good for once. Why? It’s fucking unfair. Tears welled in my eyes. Thankfully, Mark and Julie were oblivious to it all. I surreptitiously wiped my tears and took a deep calming breath. No. I will not let this be about myself. Mark is the one who’s got a lot to lose. I’ll stay strong for him. I have to be because I have a feeling that when all of this blows over. It will just be me and him. He will need me. And I cannot disappoint him. I made a decision, and that is to tell Mark. Because proof or no proof, I have to be honest with him. Even if it’s just conjecture at artvin escort this point, he can resent me if he refuses to believe me. It would hurt me, yes. But it would hurt him ten times more if I let this go on. I cannot do that to him. He means so much to me. Damn you, Julie. After breakfast Mark cleared the table and Julie started washing the dishes. Having nothing to do I decided to sit on the sofa. That gave me time to think. After a few or maybe several minutes of staring into space my attention was pulled by the sound of Julie calling my name. “Lucas? You okay? You seem ill.” I looked at her, at the concerned expression she wore, and felt nothing but grief. Even now she still looked beautiful and angelic. But deep down I know she’s doing something far from it. Mark was upstairs, getting some of his things for work. It was just me and Julie. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about something.” I said. She walked from the kitchen towards me and sat down next to me. “What is it?” She asked, her big beautiful eyes imploring me. You really wanna know? I doubt you do. You’re cheating on the best man on the planet. You were so lucky. How could you throw that away? You’re married to the nicest, gentlest, most loving husband and you have the nerve to sleep with somebody else? You don’t deserve him. You don’t deserve to even be associated by him. You’re not the person I thought I knew. “It’s nothing.” I replied to her question before standing up and walking away. “Alright. But if there’s something wrong, you know you can tell me right?” She said behind me. I didn’t even bother facing her. I just kept on walking and said, “Cool.” I don’t even know where I was walking towards, I know I just need to get away from her. I heard Mark come down the stairs the next moment and say, “Honey, it’s almost eight-thirty. You’re gonna be late.” Julie immediately stood up and made quick work of fixing herself up in the mirror before grabbing her keys and giving Mark and I hugs and kisses. “You boys behave. I have to run.” She flashed a big smile as she walked towards the door. “Love you!” She added as she gave us flying kisses at the door. A moment later, I heard the sound of her car driving off and she was gone. At the sound of silence, I replayed the last few moments in my mind, thinking how it would’ve been incredibly heartwarming to see Julie do that yesterday, giving Mark and I tight hugs and flying kisses with a big grin on her beautiful face as he left for work. Like a damn family. But now it was as if everything was tainted. I heard Mark laughing softly, probably thinking Julie was being adorable just a moment ago. But when he saw my face, he frowned. “What’s wrong?” He asked, worry clear on his face. “Lucas, you look troubled since last night. Are you sick?” Heaving a deep sigh, I looked at his eyes. Right, I’m going to tell him. But not now, because I need to be careful how I say it. And right now I’m a mess. “What time is Julie coming home tonight? I need to talk to you.” I said. He must have sensed the tension coming off of me in waves and he tensed up. “Uhhh… around evening. Why? Something wrong? Want to tell me, bud?” He put his hand on my shoulder. The move grounded me in ways he doesn’t know. That simple touch helped clear my mind a bit. “I will, tonight. I’ll wait for you to come back.” That’s all I said. Then I forced a smile, hoping it didn’t come across that way. He smiled back and said, “Alright. I’ll see you tonight. Love you.” He gave me a kiss and moments after, he was off as well. I was distracted the whole day. When Rachel came for my homeschool session I was not able to focus at all. Thankfully, Rachel didn’t notice it. So far, my grades have been stellar. Rachel even told Mark and Julie that I wouldn’t have any trouble adjusting when I go back to school in a few months. I was smart. A praise to which Mark gave me in return when we were alone. Nothing quite like the feeling of having a thick cock in your mouth while the man caresses your face and repeatedly says he’s so proud of you. That was a great night. When afternoon came and I was alone again, I was going crazy with agitation. I need to fucking calm down. Hoping for a distraction, I cleaned the house but even after an hour of making the house shiny and spotless, I was still tense. So I turned the tv on and flipped through the channels. Nothing caught my mind. There was a movie channel playing the recent blockbuster, a documentary channel, sports channel, and the news. A reporter was saying something about a shooting across town not far from our house and many were killed with the injured immediately brought to the nearest hospital. Grabbing the remote, I changed the channel and settled to just watch a movie and prayed it would distract me enough until Mark gets home. When Mark arrived home I was on the sofa, the tv off and me just staring into space. It was already evening but I was still no less nervous about what I was about to tell him. “Hey, Julie just called me. She said to take care of dinner because they’re pulling double duties at the hospital. There was some shooting right across town and they’re all crazed trying to tend to all the injured.” I didn’t listen to what he was saying, the only thing registering to me was the fact that Julie was coming ataköy escort home late. Perfect. That would give me time to talk to Mark. “Dad, we need to talk about something.” I said with a serious tone. Patting the seat next to me, he walked and sat down beside me. He wore a concerned look. “Lucas, you’re scaring me. You’ve been acting weird since last night. What’s the matter? Tell me what’s wrong.” Everything’s wrong. I wish I could just look into his eyes and blurt it out. But I couldn’t. Oh god, now that he had his eyes on me, as if he was gazing right into my soul, I wanted nothing more than to travel back in time and prevent myself from knowing what I know now. Because this thing is eating at me, tainting everything I thought I knew about Julie, poisoning all the good memories my newfound `family’ shared. I wish I was naive, oblivious to all the clues. But being a foster kid the skill kind of manifested on its own over the years. To be observant, to see the little things. How I wish I didn’t come to the bar with Mark. I wouldn’t have known about this and I wouldn’t have been given this burden. How would I even begin to tell him? I still don’t have any proof. All I have is this feeling inside me that tells me I’m right. That it’s the truth. No matter how much I want it to be a lie. All day I tried to envisualize how this would go, and I’ve already accepted that this will not go well. Mark will get mad at me, for sure. Say I don’t know what I’m talking about. And if I did, where’s my proof? That’s where it all ends. Because I don’t have the proof he needs. The damn watch I saw on the nightstand, Mark didn’t see it. So now I’m the bad guy for even thinking that Julie could do such a thing. “Lucas? What`s on your mind? Tell me now.” He demanded. Fuck it. Fuck it all. He could hate me for doing this, but I have to. I could only hope that one day when the truth comes out, he’ll realize that I’m doing this for him. Only him. “I’m so sorry, Mark. I think Julie’s cheat-” Rinnnnngggggggg! I was suddenly interrupted by the shrill sound of Mark’s phone ringing. “Oh, shit. Hang on.” Mark said as he took a look at the screen. Then I saw the confused look on his face. “It’s Claire. That’s weird.” He said. Claire? From social services? Why would she be calling Mark? “I have to take this. Sorry, it will only be minute.” He said before answering the call. “Hello?” I could hear the distorted sound of Claire speaking on the other end of the line, but I couldn’t make out any of the words. “Yes? He’s here with me. Why?” Mark turned to look at me with a guarded expression. `What’s wrong?’ I mouthed to him. He just shrugged. No idea why in the hell Claire was looking for me. The papers have been signed weeks ago. Legally, I was cleared. Could this be about something else? Did something happen to Julie? That can’t be it since Claire is the one calling. “Yes, I heard about that at work. Nine people died I think. Why? What’s that gotta do with Lucas?” He looked at me again, both of us so tense and wary. I heard the sound of Claire’s distorted voice again before I saw Mark’s face. Eyes so wide like he had seen a ghost and his mouth open in shock. “Oh god. Where?” Oh god, what? What’s wrong? Whatever it was that Claire told him, it definitely scared him. “Alright, I’ll bring him right now. Be right there.” And then he hung up. “We have to go.” He announced before he grabbed my arm and pulled me up. “Where are we going?” I’ve never sounded more scared. My voice wobbled. “It’s your friend. He’s at the hospital.” Mark replied. My friend? Who? I don’t understand what’s going on. My heart was racing inside my chest. “Who are you talking about? Mark, tell me!” I almost yelled. “Your policeman friend, David! He’s been shot. He’s fighting for his life right now.” For a few seconds I stopped to think, not realizing who he was talking about. Until it dawned on me. Oh god no, Dave? The world seemed to stop. Blood rushed through my body and I couldn’t hear anything but the sound of my heart beating loudly. “Lucas? Lucas, we have to go. Get in the car.” I heard Mark’s muffled voice and without wasting any more second I went to the car. I stared at the passing orange streetlights as we raced towards the hospital. The world around felt like a whirl, I couldn’t feel, I couldn’t think. My eyes stayed glued on the window, to the dark evening sky. But my mind was on Dave. Dave, the big, loving man who took me in, he couldn’t have been shot. He’s strong and unyielding. No, he couldn’t. It’s my fault for not keeping in contact with him. I’ve been too preoccupied with my own desires I broke my promise to him. Too much time had passed without me calling him. Not even a single message. How could I be so selfish? How could I forget Dave? Turning to Mark, my voice broke. “Is Dave going to be okay?” Mark immediately turned at the sound of my voice. He looked at me sadly, his face heartbroken and mournful, then he raised his hand and used his thumb to wipe the tears that flowed down my face. I didn’t even realize I was crying. “Lucas,” he started, as if the words he was about to say were actually causing him pain. “He doesn’t sound good. He’s been shot twice in the chest. And he has lost a lot of blood. Claire thinks he has minutes left.” I closed my eyes, but the tears overflowed. The image of Dave popped into my head, lifeless and his blue eyes staring back at me, unseeing. I sobbed. I opened my eyes, and gazed at the stars in the dark sky and prayed. Oh god, please let him live. Please. Let him live. Atleast until I get there.

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