Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2020 19:00:36 +0800 From: Fist Bump Subject: Foster Slut Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Here's another chapter for all of you. Because you all are so nice and to make up for my absence. Again, I apologize for taking too long. I hope you stay patient with me as I write Lucas' story. Thank you again and 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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Damn, that's huge!" I exclaimed. Mark turned around and faced me, then with a cheeky grin, he grabbed his cock and repeatedly slapped it on his other hand. Like a meat mallet. "Yes, I know. It's huge." I laughed at him, tickled by the silly gesture. "I'm not talking about that, though it is huge." I replied. I was talking about the tent, the one Mark had just finished setting up. It was huge, the kind with two rooms inside, one that could serve as a bedroom and another one where you could set up a living area if you want to sit around inside. You don't even have to crouch so low to get inside. Just bow a bit and you're good. It was that tall and spacious. "Grand, isn't it?" Mark said. "Why'd you get a tent so big?" I asked, confused. "It's just us." He looked at me as if it was obvious. "Lucas, I plan on having sex ten times a day for the next two days. We're not doing it in a cramped tent. This way, I could fuck you all kinds of ways and still have plenty of space." I stood there, mouth agape, surprised at the honest answer. "Uhhh.. o-okay." I stuttered. Heat creeping up my cheeks. "Did that answer your question?" Mark chuckled. All I could do was nod. After that, Mark instructed me to set up our bedroom. So I took the inflatable mattress and the mini pump inside and got to work while Mark started with the fishing gear. Then I put the pillows and the blankets, the lamps, and all of our bags inside. After a while everything was set up, the mattress was inflated and ready to be slept in. Well, ready to be fucked in, actually. My cock gave a little twitch at that thought. Calm down, boy. I reminded myself. When my work was done I went outside and joined Mark. "Everything set up inside?" Mark asked as I walked towards him. He was standing right in front of the water, the fishing gears already prepared and propped up beside the cooler with the beers. "Yes, dad." I replied. He smiled and gave me a kiss. "Good boy." When we kissed his cock pressed against my belly. Reminding me of the fact that we were still unclothed. I still couldn't believe we were completely naked out in the open. I looked at Mark, at his magnificent body, down to his dangling cock and humongous balls. And I realized that yes, that kind of package should never be hidden. I grabbed his soft cock, which still felt thick and heavy in my hand and stroked. Mark closed his eyes and moaned. With my other hand I grabbed his heavy set of balls and fondled them. Then, with my mouth, I leaned forward and sucked Mark's nipple. This elicited a louder, deeper moan from him. His cock quickly hardened and a bead of precum seeped out. I sucked and licked at the bud, feeling it harden on my tongue, then I switched to the other nipple, doing the same thing. Sucking, licking, and occasionally nipping it. When it was getting too much, Mark grabbed my hand that was stroking his cock. "That's enough, son. You're about to make daddy cum." He held my face in his hands and gave me a kiss instead. A slow, tender kiss. Then he leaned back. And he paused for several seconds. Almost making me worry that I may have done something wrong. But he just stared deeply down into my eyes. Never closing his eyes, he slowly licked my open mouth, from my chin up to my lower lip, to my upper lip, to my nostrils, to the tip of my nose. Leaving a wet line of his spit vertically across. Oh god, I love it when he does that. I licked my lips, resolute on getting a taste of him. That was so fucking sexy. I could taste him, I could smell him. "Oh, Mark," I moaned. "I love you." I said, the words flying out of my mouth. "I love you too, Lucas." He said, coaxing my tongue out and sucking it. Leaving me to breathe and moan through my wide open mouth, my warm breath ghosting on his face. He stopped long enough to whimper, "So fucking hot. I love your breath." And he took a deep inhale, then resumed sucking on my tongue. An hour later, after Mark and I had our fill of each other's mouths, we sat and begun to fish in the lake. It truly was a perfectly beautiful day. I looked around me, at the tress that surrounded our private little space, at the huge tent behind me, at the wide expanse of calm water in front of me, and the handsome naked man sitting right beside me. Right then, there was no place I'd rather be than in that spot. We were right beside each other, our arms and elbows touching. "Want some beer?" Mark asked. I've never really enjoyed beer, but in that moment it felt right to say yes. Mark propped both our fishing rods behind our chairs and proceeded to open the cooler to get two beers for us. "Here you go, bud." Bringing me the can. Making me chuckle. "Oh, so now you're calling me bud?" I teased. He raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong with bud?" I chuckled at that. "Nothing, I just love it when you call me son. Especially when your about to do something dirty to me. Like stick your tongue in my mouth or finger my hole. Gets me so hot." It was his turn to laugh. He shook his head, then put his arm around my shoulder. "You kinky little bitch." Still laughing, I let my head rest on his meaty shoulder, and for the next few minutes we just sat in comfortable silence and breathed it all in. It was almost an hour, of just sitting and gazing at the view when Mark broke the silence with a surprisingly serious tone. "I've never done anything like this before." I stiffened at the tone of his voice. He sounded so tense, all of a sudden. I had a feeling that what he just said did not come from somewhere superficial, it had come from somewhere deep inside him. I turned to look at his face, but he kept looking forward. I realized without a doubt that he was deep in his thoughts. "This... this thing between you and me? I've never even looked at a man that way before. Much less a fifteen year old like you, who's supposed to be my son," he paused again. "But god, there's something about you, Lucas. Something I can't explain. I've felt it the moment I first saw you," his gaze still hasn't changed. His unseeing eyes still directed towards the lake. "It's like you're this pure, innocent little angel and you woke up a demon inside me." And then he looked at me. My breath hitched, because I saw something inexplicable in his gaze. His eyes were full of vulnerability. Full of uncontrolled lust. Totally different from how Mark really was. "You've broken me, Lucas. This... thing we're doing? I've never in my life thought I would ever do this. Like what happened last night, it was a revelation for me. It wasn't some spur of the moment impulse. Everytime I look at you, it's like something in my core heats up and it fills me with so much hunger and need. It fills my head with thoughts that are totally fucked up." He kept his eyes on me as he said those words. God, he sounded so... broken. Like he wanted to say so much more but was afraid that I would not take it lightly. But those words piqued my curiosity. I had to know what they were. "What kind of thoughts?" I asked. He let a couple seconds pass, measuring by my expression if it was really worth saying. He decided to let go. "Everytime I look at you, I see this chaste, pure person that begs to be broken. You fill me with insane heat and all I could think about was how I want to take you and hurt you. Not because I want to see you in pain but because I want to see you writhe. I want to tie you up and have my way with you and have you screaming-- no, begging. Begging for me to stop. But I don't want to. It's turning me into a sick person, wanting that. But I know these are safe thoughts, because it's you. I don't want to do this to anyone but you. But it drives me crazy, knowing how much I want to do that. And that's not all, I want to own you, take control of you, and all these different things that I can't say in fear that it would drive you away. And yes, it scares me too, this mind-blowing feeling of how much I want to corrupt you. How much I want to... defile you." My heart thundered in my chest, and I felt like I couldn't move. What Mark just confessed moved me to my core. Did I hear him right? Did he really just say all those things? My mind was blank, all my thoughts forgotten after Mark divulged his deepest, darkest desires. I was breathing heavily, I didn't know where to start. My body started to heat up and I started sweating. I felt caught and not a single thought was on my mind. All of it obliterated as Mark stared at me, waiting for a response. I felt like I was watching from outside my own body. There we were, naked and out in the open. Mark's beautiful flaccid cock displayed as he sat innocently on the chair. And there I was, wide-eyed and panicking, having no clue what to say. A fifteen year old boy, sitting right beside such a hunk, cock hard and -- wait, what? I looked at my cock, just realizing that it was pointing straight up, completely wet with so much precum, and for some completely insane reason, that seemed to have grounded me. What Mark just said? How could it drive me away from him? I want it. I fucking want all of it. He's not a sick person, he's perfect the way he is. And if in the eyes of other people they deem him sick and perverted, then we will be sick and perverted together. I'd give myself willingly to him. Let him do what he wants to me as long as I'm the one to satisfy him. I cannot take it any longer, I cannot wait until the evening. I've been on edge and I need Mark. I sat up from my chair, decided to forget about the fishing, and grabbed his hand and pulled him up to his feet. "Oh, Mark. I want that. All of that. Everything you said. You don't need to worry about scaring me away, I'd give myself to you without hesitation," wrapping my arms around his neck, I looked up to meet his eyes. "I give myself to you, Mark. I'm yours." He crushed our lips together, giving me a hungry kiss. I jumped up and he caught me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked us towards the tent. He laid me down on the bed, grabbed both my wrists and put them above my head. I tried to resist, but Mark had a firm grip. His hands did not budge even a little bit. He laid on top of me, his heavy cock pressed against mine, it was exhilarating. "Take me," I said, looking into his green eyes. "Make me yours, dad." I don't want any foreplay, I just need his cock right now. My hole has been itching so bad and I've been on edge for the last several hours. I was going crazy, and Mark's huge cock deep inside me was the only solution. "Just put it in, please. I need it, dad. Fuck me right now." I begged. He stared at me, contemplating his next move. Then he nodded. He took hold of his cock, spat at it twice before stroking it, then he was already pointing it towards my hole. It burned tremendously as Mark entered me. He didn't stop, he kept going in until his hairy balls were pressed against my butt. I screamed at the intense pain. Mark moaned. It's incredibly hot, that we can moan and scream all we want because there was no one to hear us for miles. He started going in and out already, not even giving me time to adjust. All I could do was writhe as the pain slowly subsided and gradually turned into pleasure. "Fuck, I love opening you up." Mark breathed. His hips were slapping against my butt, his cock piercing my hole at a quick pace. "Do you like daddy fucking you?" I nodded. "Tell me how much you like my cock." He demanded. My cock spurted precum at the command. Fuck, I don't even know where to start. "I fucking love it, dad. I could spend all day with you fucking my hole and never getting tired. I want you inside me, all the time." Then I pressed my lips against his and kissed him hungrily with all power. His cock is huge, no question about that. But that's not all the reason why sex with Mark is fantastic. The fact that he's supposed to be my father is what majorly turns me on. That he's a real adult man fucking his young son, that's what takes this to a much higher level. "Daddy..." I moaned. Mark groaned. "Yes, baby. Tell me who's fucking you?" His cock was hitting my prostate repeatedly, and more and more precum was spurting from my dick. I was in total heaven. "My dad. My dad's fucking me." Damn, the whole thing has become debauched. Mark and I were deep in complete, unbreakable lust. "Yes, son. Daddy's fucking your tight hole. You're not going to tell mom, are you?" My breath hitched as he wrapped his hand around my neck, cutting the air flow a little bit. "Fuuuuck," I moaned loudly. "No, dad. I won't tell mom, I promise." His lips twitched menacingly. "Good boy." He said, then he kissed me hungrily. He kissed and sucked at my lips and tongue. Until my lips were red and swollen once more, and my face was half covered in his spit. All the while he was intensely fucking me. I could feel my hole gaping wide open. "Look at that pussy." Mark said. He changed his rhythm, going completely inside before pulling out and teasing my rim with just the head of his cock then going back completely inside again. This coaxed my hole to open up more. "Fucking perfect, your hole is wide open." Mark announced. Then he surprised me by pulling out, lifting my ass up until it was level with his chest and eating my gaping hole. "Ohhh my god!" I exclaimed at the pleasure. I was holding on to his muscular arms, as he folded me and lifted my ass in the air. His tongue pierced my hole repeatedly, eating me out. Sometimes even sucking my hole. He used his fingers as well, alternating between fingering and eating me every few minutes. It was all so incredibly good that I couldn't bear it anymore. I was too close. As he fingered me, two of Mark's large fingers embedded inside me, I grasped his hand. "Daddy, stop. I'm so close. I'm gonna burst." He was pushing all my buttons and I was already on sensory overload. My brain was deep in subspace. "Please, let me cum." I begged, my eyes starting to wet with tears. I was beginning to become desperate with need. Mark watched me with intense green eyes. Eyes that I could get lost into for days. Then he seemed to have made a decision. He laid my ass back down on the bed and put his still rock hard cock inside me again and started fucking me. "You will cum without touching yourself. You will cum using just my cock inside you." With that he started pounding me. His handsome face was above mine and there was nothing I could do but hold on to the back of his neck. He was shimmering with sweat, droplets of it falling down to my body. He was gasping, exerting all his effort into fucking me. "Oh, god. You are so fucking beautiful. All sweaty and shimmering like a slut." He said, staring into my eyes. The quick, rough movement of his hips never hindering. His humongous cock pistoning in and out of my battered hole. "I love you so fucking much." He gritted out. I was losing my breath, I was gasping. "I love you, too. Fuck, daddy, I love you so much." I gasped. The next moment he surprised me by going even faster, so much faster that the loud slaps of his muscular hips reverberated around our tent. His body tensed, his muscles tightened and the. The next moment he started cumming. He started cumming buckets and buckets of his load inside me. Seeing him release like that was enough to push me over the edge as well. Without touching myself, I burst. Releasing ropes of cum on my belly. We both screamed loudly as our orgasms hit us, completely unbothered that anyone would hear. "Fuuuck!" Mark exclaimed as he fucked my through his orgasm. While in the every instroke of his cock, my own cock sprayed more and more cum. He was literally fucking the cum out of me. "Oh, god. Daddy, don't stop." I whimpered. He kept fucking me, and I continued to come ropes after ropes as his cock went inside my hole again and again. It became too much, I became hypersensitive and eventually our orgasms subsided and I looked to see my torso covered with my own cum. Damn, I didn't know I could cum that much. And my hole was full of Mark's cum. Half of it already leaking out as Mark's cock gradually softened inside me. He dropped on top of me, exhaustion starting to hit him as he started to come down. He weighed heavy, as he laid on top of me, but I would never mind. It was a welcome burden, carrying this beautiful man as he gave me probably the greatest orgasm of my life to date. As he tried to catch his breath, he made a move to pull out. But I caught his hips. "No, stay inside me. Please." I said. Mark stared at my eyes, like he was gleaning for something in my mind. Then he smiled lovingly, showing that warm smile I've grown to fall in love with, and nodded. "Okay. I'll stay." I knew in my heart that that little response meant a lot of things. It meant something important, something... deeper. And for the first time in a very long time, my heart was full. Staring into his beautiful green eyes, I pressed my lips against his and kissed him with all might, trying my best to pour all my love to him. All the feelings, the emotions, the dreams, all through a kiss. And that's what we did. We kissed. We kissed and kissed until we couldn't anymore. Our eyes were closed but we could see each other through the little presses of our lips, through the small touches of our hands and bodies. It was a beautiful moment, the whole world vanished, and there was just Mark and I, in our own little cocoon, having just made love and showering each other with sweet kisses to last for a lifetime. When I woke up it was late afternoon. The sun was almost setting, casting an orange glow in the sky. I went outside, still naked, and I saw Mark. He was sitting on his chair, looking so relaxed with his thick cock and heavy balls resting innocently on his thigh. His fishing pole perched beside him. "Looking good, stud." I remarked. He chuckled. He must have woken up before I did because I saw that the bucket beside him already had several fishes in it with one giant fish that caught my eye. "Gather up some sticks over there, we'll grill these bad boys for dinner tonight." Just the thought of that made my stomach rumble. I didn't realize how hungry I was. Being edged since morning and climaxing after some mind blowing sex really does put up quite an appetite. I walked towards the bushes around our campsite and started to gather some firewood. I only gathered the sticks and barks of wood, Mark was the one who created the fire. I guess by being a fireman, you'd know a thing or two about making fire in the woods. It was perfect timing, as the temperature started to drop as the sun set. There was a slight chill, but not cold enough to wear a shirt. Plus, I wouldn't want Mark to wear one. I'm content with him being on display like that. His cock and balls flopping around as he walked, his meaty ass bouncing. Oh, I really don't want him to cover that up. I want a full, uninhibited view of that the entire weekend. When the fire was already going he started preparing and cleaning the giant fish. He put some seasonings, put the metal grill over the flame, then the fish, and voila, our dinner was cooking. An hour later we were both full. The fish was delicious and Mark and I inhaled it. Evening has come, the lake was quiet and dark except for the amber light of our little fire and the full moon illuminating the evening sky. It was eerily beautiful. If I was alone I know I'd be totally terrified. But I know that with Mark I've got nothing to worry about. We went back inside our tent, in the front room that served as our lounging area. We laid our comforter and sat down. Still naked, Mark sat with his legs open, which showcased his soft cock and dangling balls. He looked at me, tapped the space in between his legs and I easily understood what he meant. I smiled as I went and sat in front of him and leaning my back against his warm naked body. Immediately, I felt Mark's arms wrap around my body and his lips press little kisses along my neck. Then I felt him bury his nose in my neck and took a deep breath. "You smell so good." His hands roamed around my torso. Caressing my belly, my chest, my neck. He grazed my nipples a couple times, the sensation giving my body a jolt of electricity and heat. When he realized what it was doing to me, he chuckled dubiously. He roamed his hands around my body a second time, but this time he stopped at my nipples. With his two rough fingers, he pinched my right nipple hard. I yelped in shock. "Oh my god!" I shouted. Then he covered my mouth with his other hand. "Shhhhhh. Stay quiet, son." He whispered in my ear. Then still covering my mouth and his fingers on my nipple, he started to pinch and roll it hard. I writhed against his warm, muscular body, my loud moans muffled by Mark's hand. He pressed his open mouth against my neck, then the next moment I felt him suck the skin. The pain jolted me even more, making my cock officially hard. "You're mine, Lucas. I'm marking you so no one else can own you but me." He whispered seductively in my ear. He stopped his torment on my nipple and commanded, "Put your hands on the back of my head." Our position was a bit awkward but I managed to do it. His face was right beside mine, his warm breaths ghosting across my cheek, and my arms pulled upwards with my hands clutching his nape. Exposing my armpits. "Good. Now spread your legs open." With effort, I moved lower so I was almost slouching against his body. Then I lifted my knees upward a bit, until my cock rested against my belly and my hole was exposed to the cold night air. "Fuck, son. You look so beautiful all laid out like that." He whispered in my ear. There was something so... enthralling about the whole scene. Everything was quiet and serene, the trees rustling softly from the slight wind, the fire crackling like a murmur, and Mark whispering seductively in my ear. It's like we were hidden somewhere, unable to make a noise or else the moment would break. And despite the slight chill in the evening air, I was sweating from the intense heat and lust that ran in my blood. He raised his hand, put a finger in his mouth and sucked. Then I saw him spit on his finger before bringing it down to my hole. "Can I finger your hole, son?" He whispered in my ear. I shivered, heat started to creep up my veins and goosebumps ran over my body. My cock gave a twitch on my belly and I turned my head slightly to look at his green eyes then I said, "Yes, daddy."