Date: Fri, 10 Apr 2020 17:59:51 +0800 From: Fist Bump Subject: Foster Slut Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Thank you for your lovely emails, I hope all of you are staying indoors and washing your hands. Cheers! I hope you like this chapter. If you did, 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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The lake was calm. The trees rustled softly behind me. I couldn't see. My eyes were closed but I could sense everything. I could hear the small fire crackling a few feet away, I could feel the warm body I was pressed against. I could feel the slight wind in my naked body. I could hear soft mewls and whimpers. Mine. I could feel a hand covering my mouth. Warm breaths ghosting across my cheek. Lips whispering softly in my ear. And a finger going slowly inside my hole. "Shhhh... it's okay, baby." He kept whispering as I felt his finger go deeper inside my hole. It was tender already, swollen and sore from earlier. It tingled as it went in. "It's tender isn't it?" He asked. His hand still covered my mouth, there was no sense in speaking. So I just nodded. "Yeah? I can feel it," He confirmed. "It's swollen too. Did daddy fuck you good?" I moaned in his hand. "Don't worry, I won't fuck you again. Daddy's just going to play with your hole, baby." He pushed another finger inside, making me yelp in a mixture of pleasure and pain. "Shhhh.. it's okay baby. I'm just playing with your pussy." The filthy talk combined with the seductive whispers he was making was becoming too much too fast. My cock was hard and leaking on my belly. His fingers continuously fucked my tender hole. My hole was wet, still probably from his cum. The slurping sounds as his fingers went in and out sounded so loud in contrast to the silent world around us. Then he hooked his fingers. Pressing hard against my prostate. My body contorted from the sudden burst of pleasure it gave me and I yelled in his hand. He muffled it by placing two fingers of his other hand inside my mouth and commanding, "Suck." Immediately, my mouth closed on it. I sucked it like it was a cock. My eyes still never opened. As he kept fucking and twisting his fingers in my hole, it pushed me more and more into the edge. His fingers gained speed, which in turn doubled the frequency of the noises I made. Until a few moments later, I was becoming more and more breathless in his arms, going stiffer and stiffer until he pressed on my prostate one last time and I sprayed twice on my belly again. I wasn't sure I could cum again but apparently I could. When my brain recovered, the exhaustion from the entire day started to keep up with me and it was impossible to fight anymore. I slumped back on Mark's warm chest and I didn't even remember what happened next. The next day went by so fast. It was a blur. Much like the day before, we had sex, ate, swam, then had more sex. Mark lazy-fucked me when we awoke, we fucked on our sides which was a new position for us. Then we had breakfast. Then I sucked Mark's cock after that and took a nap. We grilled some more fish for lunch, then we swam in the lake. We horsed around, playing games in the water, dunking each other's heads. We were both exhausted after that. The hours flew by quickly and before we knew it, it was already evening. We were back on our positions in the tent, our fingering position to be exact, minus the fingering. My back rested against Mark's chest, his warm, comforting arms wrapped around my torso, and his chin on my shoulder. We were in front of the burning fire, hugging close, swaying to the silence. Just being together. We stared at the fire, then the stars, then at the glistening lake. No one talked, we just kinda let it all soak. The night was beautifully quiet, save from the crackling fire and the soft breeze of the wind. I raised my hand to touch Mark's face, which was on my shoulder next to my head. Though I could not see his face, it was okay. Just the feel of him was enough at the moment. His other cheek was pressed against mine and I could feel the scratch of his beard on my face. It was strangely comforting. He never lets it grow, because of work. So he shaves every morning, but now that we're here, he didn't bother. So I got to see his handsome face with a slight stubble. And just like I've always thought, he was still one hot stud. Still looking forward, I caressed his cheek then I gave his stubble a few scratches while he purred. He must've liked that. Without looking, I knew without a doubt that he had his eyes closed. Content in the feeling of my hand on his face. When my hand came close to his mouth, I felt him turn his head a bit to the side and press a kiss to my palm. It made me smile. "God, I can't believe this is going to be over tomorrow. I don't wanna go home yet." I said softly, breaking the silence. Mark squeezed my body tighter. "I know, me too." His hands started to roam around my chest, my stomach, then my legs. It was erotic yes, but sex was the farthest thing in our mind at that moment. "This was an amazing trip, Mark. Truly. I enjoyed it so much." I continued. Mark laughed warmly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it baby. Because daddy's dick enjoyed it a lot." I burst out laughing at that. Mark also chuckled behind me. "It should be, judging by the soreness I feel from my hole right now, I'd be pretty mad if you say otherwise." He squeezed me tighter then, and we both took a deep sigh. "I love you so much, Lucas. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." My heart raced, I could almost hear it thumping in my chest, filling me with so much warmth. Many times he had said that already, but it never fails to make my heart skip a beat. "I love you too, Mark." I said, before taking his hand and linking our fingers together and returned to gazing at the stars in the quiet, dark night. Feeling sullen, I helped Mark as he loaded the supplies in the car. The morning sun shone bright as we made trips back and forth from the tent to the car, disassembling our supplies and putting them into their respective boxes and coolers in the back of the car. He was now clothed, which seemed odd to me. I was used to seeing everything about him and now that he's covered, it irked me. I did not like going home one bit. Already, my mood soured. It must have been evident on my face because I heard a rumble from Mark. When I turned around, he was chuckling at me. I raised an eyebrow in question. "Your cute little frown is adorable." My lips curved. Damn this guy. "I know you're not too keen on going home," he continued. "So how about we drive around first. We still have the entire day if you think about it. Plus, I gotta drop by the station to grab some things. Wanna go?" I grinned at him. "Sounds good." I said, to which I got a handsome smile from him in return. After sending a quick text to Julie saying we'll be home by evening, we were on the road. It was afternoon when we arrived at the fire station. We made good time because there was no traffic which was surprising. We drove for hours, Mark drove with no haste, letting us relax in our seats. Once, we stopped at a diner on the highway and grabbed some ice creams which we ate before going back on our drive. There was a store beside the diner, I went inside while Mark started the car and saw that it was selling some souvenir items. I quickly grabbed a blue woven bracelet and paid at the cashier. At least I have something to give to Julie, I thought. I mean, she gave me money after all. Even though I did not need it. That was really sweet of her so I hope she likes my little gift. When we arrived at the station and went inside Mark was instantly met with a lot of manly hugs and back slaps. I don't really remember all their names but I remember all of their faces from when I first came to the station. After a round of small talk, which the guys were nice enough to include me in, they went back to their work and Mark and I continued on our way. "Dude, you're back! How was camping?" A booming voice from behind us asked. I turned and I saw a man walking towards us with a big grin. "It was awesome, man. Lucas and I had a lot of fun." Mark replied, then he turned to me. "Lucas, you remember Caleb right? He's the guy who told me about the private little spot on the other side of the lake." Oh. I immediately beamed at him. "Hi, Caleb. Thank you for that, it would've been a very different camping experience if we hadn't known about that spot. So really, thank you." He smiled at me after that. Wow, he's handsome. And that muscular body too? Not bad. He kinda has a little bit of resemblance to Mark. Same tanned skin, dark hair, same build, the only difference is the color of their eyes. Mark's was a really stark green whereas Caleb's was the lightest of brown, hazel. Caleb is one hot fireman, I'd say. I wondered why he didn't make much of an impression on me when I first met him. Probably because I had my eyes locked on Mark at that time. But I remember him as the one who had the most embarrassing stories about Mark. Maybe he's Mark's best pal in the station. And judging by the comfortable way they hugged earlier, I'm assuming he is. "No problem, kid. Anytime." He replied with a wink and my cock may have twitched in my shorts. Mark caught up with Caleb asking about all the things that happened in the station while he was gone and was relieved to know that nothing important really happened. Just same as always. After that, Mark excused himself to go to his locker so he could get the dirty laundry he wanted to bring home. Hence, why we needed to drop by the station in the first place. "Yeah, go do that man. Because your locker's kinda stinking up that room." Caleb remarked jokingly. Mark laughed and flipped him off. "Oh, fuck you man. I don't stink. I am one good smellin' stud." And all three of us laughed at that point. Yeah, best smelling stud there is. Caleb's head whipped in a flash and he looked at me. I looked at Mark and I saw that he too was wearing a surprised expression. Oh shit. Did I say that out loud? Fuck! Oh my god, I totally said it out loud. "What was that?" Caleb asked, genuinely confused. I opened my mouth to say something but Mark thankfully saved me. "Oh, don't mind what he said. He's just... uhhh giving me a hard time." He said, giving a nervous chuckle. Caleb looked back and forth between us for a few seconds before chuckling himself. Whew. That was close. "Anyway, while you were gone me and the guys planned to go out on Wednesday night to have drinks and celebrate the station's anniversary," Caleb informed Mark. "Owen's coming too. Oh, which reminds me, I need to talk to him. Fucker didn't come to work today, said he wasn't feeling well. But I call bullshit." Caleb added with a laugh. Then Mark laughed along. "Yeah count me in, man. I'd love to join you guys. My shift ends at eight on Wednesday." Caleb clapped him on his shoulder. "Perfect. We'll meet at the bar at nine." I thought he was leaving at that point but I was surprised when he turned to me and flashed me a big smile. "Oh, and you can come too, Lucas. I know the owner of that bar. So he'll let you in as long as you don't have a drink. It'll be fun, yeah?" I brightened up at the idea. I turned to Mark with a hopeful expression on my face. "Can I go?" He smiled. "If you want to, bud. But won't you get bored?" I held his hand. "No, of course not. I wanna hang out with you and Caleb." He laughed, even Caleb too. Then he rolled his eyes and relented. "Alright, I'll pick you up after my shift then we'll go." Fuck yeah! I'm already excited. A chance to hang out with firemen and be one of the guys? How amazing is that? "Great! We'll see you there Lucas. I'm sure the guys would love to have you too." Caleb said to us. Okay, I officially like him now. He's handsome and he's nice? Yeah. I like him a lot. After grabbing Mark's laundry, we were back in the car in no time and on our way home. Although very fun, the day has also been pretty exhausting. Right now all I want is to take a nice nap and I'm sure Mark is itching for a bed too. My mind drifted back to Caleb as we made a turn to our street. I was curious about him. "Mark, tell me about Caleb. Does he have a girlfriend?" I asked in a general manner. Fishing for details about the handsome stud. Mark smirked at me and gave me a knowing look. "You little-" he started, but paused. His smirk faded and was replaced by a confused frown. He was looking on the road and I felt the car slow down a bit. I turned to look as well, searching for anything unusual, to find any reason why Mark suddenly looked perplexed. I looked around the street. We were almost home, I thought. Only a couple houses down to ours. Mid-afternoon, there were several people milling about on the street. There was also kids playing, a woman pushing a stroller on the side walk, a tall man who seemed to be on a jog. There was nothing unusual. Nothing out of the ordinary. And then my head whipped back to the man. He looked familiar. I recognize that tall, lean frame from somewhere, I thought. A name popped into my mind. Still gazing at the man, I asked Mark. "Is that-?" I didn't even get to finish my question because Mark spoke up immediately. "Owen." Mark slowed down to a stop on the right where Owen was coming then he rolled down the window on my side. Before Owen passed the car, Mark leaned a bit over on my side and shouted his name. Owen immediately turned his head at the sound. When he saw us, he literally froze and he looked downright shocked. The guy was wearing a fitted T-shirt with running shorts and sneakers. Even from a short distance, I could see how his clothes molded to his swimmer body. He's still as hot as I remember. But for some reason I cannot fathom, this dude unnerves me. I guess it's the eyes, however beautiful they may be, a tantalizing mix of blue and green. But there's something else in those eyes, something lurking behind them, that sets me on edge. Oh but that body? Yeah, it's hot. Must all firemen be devastatingly handsome? "What's up, man? What brought you to our neighborhood?" Mark asked cheerily. Owen floundered a bit, obviously at a loss for words. Was he fidgeting or was that just me? "Oh. Uhhhh... I was uhhh... just running." His mind seemed to stick with that answer. "Oh yeah I didn't realize you live in this neighborhood." He added, chuckling. His eyes crinkled, this handsome liar. I could tell he was up to something. Although he WAS wearing jogging shorts and sneakers so I'll give him that. "Mason said you didn't show up today. Everything okay?" Mark asked, genuinely concerned. "Oh, he did? Everything's fine, man. I just uhhh...I had something come up." He replied. Yep, total lie. But Mark seemed to have believed him, I guess there's really no point what this guy is up to. "Alright, man. See you Wednesday. I'll be bringing Lucas by the way." Mark informed Owen. But he didn't hear what Mark said because he was distracted as he typed furiously on his phone. Then he looked up. "What was that?" Mark chuckled. "I said I'll be bringing Lucas on Wednesday. You know, for the station's anniversary?" Only then did it seem to register to him what Mark said. "Oh. That's great," he looked at me and smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Seems like this guy is just itching to go. He turned back to Mark. "It's gonna be fun. Listen, I gotta go man. I'll see you on Wednesday. You too, Lucas." Then he immediately darted away and went back to furiously typing on his phone while Mark resumed driving home. Less than three minutes later we were parked at the garage, home at last and Mark started to unload the supplies little by little. "Go check on your mom, Lucas. I'm sure she'd be surprised to see us arrive early." I went inside the house and went straight to the living room. She wasn't there, I checked the kitchen and the dining room next, but she wasn't there as well. I bounded the stairs, going to the bedrooms and got to the master. I knocked first, but no one answered. She must be sleeping, so I turned the knob and just went inside. She was laying in bed, asleep. She's never looked more peaceful. I walked closer, and gently tapped her shoulder. Then I called her name a few times until she started to wake. But when she opened her eyes and saw me though, her peaceful expression immediately morphed into shock. And panic. I froze. "You're back already!" She almost yelled. The manner with how she said that froze me. It's not something like, hey I'm so glad you're back already! More like, what are you doing being back so early? That was so weird. But before I could respond her phone lit up on the nightstand. A text message came up. Then another. Then another. It dinged and dinged for a couple of times before Julie grabbed it and stuffed it under the pillow. "Where's your dad?" She asked, her eyes wide as her gaze landed on me and her movements were jerky. "Uhhh... downstairs unloading the car. Are you... alright? You seem nervous." I said. That seemed have caught her attention and she turned back to me. "Oh. I'm so sorry, honey. Everything's okay, I just... fell asleep." She said to me with a soft smile. The same one she always gives me. That relaxed me a little bit. "Now go downstairs, I just need to clean up a little bit. Tell your dad I'll meet him downstairs." She all but gently herded me out of the room after that. We were almost at the door when my eyes landed on a man's brown leather wristwatch on top of the nightstand. I thought it looked odd since it was set on the nightstand on Julie's side. On the left side of the bed, not Mark's on the right. Plus, I've never seen Mark wear a leather wristwatch. Before I could think much about it, I was already out of the bedroom with the door closed on my face. Weird. I was on my way downstairs when I saw Mark bringing some stuff in from the back door. "Where's your mom?" He asked. I shrugged. "She was sleeping when I came to her. Said she'll come down in a minute." Mark set the things he was carrying down at the kitchen counter then he looked at me, smirking. "So... we're home now, buddy." He said, eyebrows wagging suggestively. "Give me one last kiss, Lucas." Shocked at the command, I turned to look around first before walking closer to Mark. With a smile on my face, I walked until I was pressed up against his body and my eyes looking up at his. In no time, he crushed his lips against mine and I felt his tongue dart inside my mouth. A moan seeped out from the both of us. His hands drifted down to grasp my ass and squeeze hard. I whimpered as my cock pressed against his. Both of our cocks were slowly thickening, Mark's cock getting heavier and heavier. It was about to get more intense when we heard the bedroom door from upstairs open. We scrambled apart to fix ourselves and stood several feet away from each other. I looked at Mark, with his hands inside his pants, trying to rearrange his goods. I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity. Mark grinned at me. That short make-out session made us both giddy, I'd say. Especially knowing that Julie was upstairs while we were in the kitchen busy sucking each other's tongue down our throats. "There's my two boys." Julie cheered as she rounded from the stairs to the kitchen. "Oh, I missed you two," She gave Mark a hug then she turned to me. "Sorry about that, Lucas. I guess I was just too tired." She smiled apologetically and gave me a sincere hug. She seemed better then, no trace of the panicking mess I saw earlier in the bedroom. "How was your trip?" She asked with a bright smile. Mark and I rambled for several minutes, telling Julie how much fun we had, how amazing it was that we were able to secure our own private camping ground. We told her about the different kinds of fish that we caught, and how we swam in the crystal clear lake. She listened with a big, open smile, taking everything in. "I'm so glad so you guys had fun. How about next time I come with you?" She asked. Mark and I immediately looked at each other. Both of us clearly not interested in the idea. He gave a non-comitant shrug. "Why not." After that, Julie went on to start preparing for dinner. Mark glanced my way, and with a conniving smirk on his face, he winked at me. Yeah, not gonna happen. I'm sorry, Julie, but we like our camping trip clothes-free and you're going to ruin it. Mark and I chuckled conspiratorially before resuming on our task of getting all the supplies sorted.