Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2020 21:36:48 +0800
From: Fist Bump <supbrodie101@gmail.com>
Subject: Foster Slut Chapter 19

Chapter 19

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The next several weeks passed smoothly. It's been almost two months
since Mark and I moved into our apartment, and since then, things have
been easy and... normal. As if that word applies to me. Even though
sometimes I hear this voice in my head saying this is all just some
make-believe fantasy, and that I shouldn't feel too comfortable because
this little bubble will blow apart soon enough. When I look at Mark and
our quaint little place, that voice vanishes. And the lingering fear in
my chest disappears. Believe me, as a foster kid I am always on the
lookout for the next disaster to come my way, but so far there just
hasn't been one. And I hope it stays that way.

"Hey, Lucas! Come over here." Caleb shouted. We were at the station,
and a party was in full swing. The guys from the station threw it for the
chief, who had officially announced his retirement. Tonight was his last
shift and the guys set up a surprise for him, asking everyone to come,
sort of as a last hoorah for the chief. They set up tables for food and
drinks. That night everyone in attendance was in full smiles, the chief
himself was having a blast, his wife was present, along with some of the
wives and girlfriends of the other firemen. Thankfully, there hasn't
been any calls for emergency, which would ruin the party. I walked over
to Caleb, who was talking to the other guys. "What's up?" I asked.
Caleb put his arm around my shoulder and said, "I need you to find your
dad. The chief's about to make a speech." Nodding, I set out to look
for Mark and immediately found him talking with a woman. And judging by
the way this woman was batting her eyelashes and flipping her hair all
sweetly at Mark, I immediately knew the situation. It was quite
hilarious, seeing how uncomfortable Mark was as this woman tries to get
his attention. She was probably a sister or a friend of one of the guys.
The divorce was still talk of the town, as you may say it, and all the
single women in town have had Mark on their eyes for quite a while now.

When I got to them, I grabbed Mark's arm and excused him from the woman.
She was obviously miffed, but Mark threw a quick apology and gladly went
with me. As we were walking back towards Caleb, he whispered, "Whew,
thanks for that. She was setting up a date right before you came. And she
didn't even ask me if I'm available! She just decided we'll go on
one." Mark's face was hilarious, I laughed out loud. "Thank Caleb, he
was the one who asked me to come get you. He said the chief's about to
make a speech."

When Mark and I got to Caleb the chief had stood up and was currently in
the process of trying to get everyone's attention. The chief cleared his
throat, then spoke. "First, I'd like to thank the boys for this
wonderful surprise. It certainly makes for a memorable night of my life
as I say goodbye to my career." Everyone clapped and raised a glass. The
chief made a lengthy speech, telling the story of how he started to work
in the station, and now, thirty-five years later, he's finally saying
goodbye. "I've had a good life in the station, being surrounded by good
men, and though the job has been dangerous, I've always felt safe thanks
to these amazing, hardworking men behind my back." A round of whistles
and whoops rang, courtesy of the guys. "Now, to be perfectly honest, I
don't want to dampen the mood of this party by making it all about my
retirement. I want this night to be a celebration as well..." Murmurs
and whispers from people started going around, except for one, Caleb, who
was looking at Mark. As if waiting. Then he glanced at me, and he gave me
a wink. "My retirement will of course leave the station without a chief,
and I just want to say, that ever since I have decided to retire many
months ago, I have carefully deliberated with myself the matter of who
should replace me. And to be honest with you, when I've finally decided
who it will be, it gave me a tremendous sense of peace, and it made
retiring a lot easier, knowing that I will be leaving the station in good
hands,"

"He has always been a stellar man, loyal to a fault, genuinely kind, and
despite the challenges that faced him recently, he remained strong and
steadfast. A true testament to his resilience. I am so proud of this
man." Then raising his glass, the chief continued, "So without further
ado, I would like to congratulate Mark, for becoming the new chief of the
station. I am sure you will make us all proud, son."

I gasped, surprised at the announcement. My dad is the new chief. Wow. A
big round of applause was given to Mark. Who was dumbfounded. His shocked
face was adorable. I was so happy for him. He couldn't believe it yet,
but I jumped in his arms anyway and gave him a big hug, while practically
screaming `congratulations!' to his face. Then he was pulled by Caleb
and the other guys for a series of hugs and their own rowdy versions of
congratulations. Making everyone laugh, including the chief. Some of the
guests near us came and shook Mark's hand as well. The poor guy, he was
so shocked but he took it all in stride. He reveled in it. As he should,
because he totally deserved it. The smile on his face cannot be
described. A moment of pure joy, of relief, of content. I found myself
staring at him. God, I love him so much. "Now let the celebration
begin!" The chief announced, and everyone raised their glasses and drank
up.

The party winded down a few hours later, the wives and the girlfriends
have all left, including the chief. Now it was just the guys on duty,
Caleb, Mark, and me. The guys were cleaning up, storing all the chairs
and tables while Caleb, Mark and I sat and watched. "I still can't
believe it." Mark said. Earning a laugh from me and Caleb. "Well,
believe it man. You're our new chief. It's a collective decision.
Everyone in the station knows there's no one more deserving than you."
Mark chuckled. Turning to me, Caleb continued, "I would've told you
about the surprise, but I wasn't sure if you could keep it. You guys
tell each other everything. I didn't wanna ruin it."

I laughed. "That's fine, but I still could've used the heads up. I
could've bought Mark a gift or something." Then feeling bold, I smirked
at Caleb. "But that's okay, I can just give Mark a congratulatory
blowjob later at home." Mark's eyes widened, then he burst into
laughter. Caleb, on the other hand, was just plain horrified. "Oh my
god, Lucas! Way to ruin the night." Laughing along with Mark, I shrugged
at Caleb. "What? You're welcome to watch, by the way. You might like
it." He stood up, and gave me a gentle shove. "I'm not drunk enough
for this, I'm gonna go get a beer. Mark, control your whore." Mark
chuckled, shoulders shaking in amusement. But I still wasn't done.
"Come on, you might like it!" I called after Caleb as he started
walking away, face red. "I know what you're doing." Mark said softly
when it was just the two of us. "He likes women, Lucas." Chuckling, I
rolled my eyes at him. Since Caleb caugh us that unfortunate evening, he
has warmed up to us. Like, the idea of us. That Mark and I are in a
sexual relationship. I never miss a chance to tease him about it. Making
suggestive comments, because why not? Caleb gets really cute when he's
flustered. "I know, I know." I replied to Mark's comment. Just like I
know Caleb's eyes seem to always gloss over everytime I tease him about
sex. Sex with me, specifically. As if the image I plant in his head...
intrigues him. But of course I'm not going to tell Mark that. The rest
of the evening went by peacefully, after the guys finished the clean up
they all sat around Mark and talked about the station. Asking about the
changes he would make as the new chief, some of them teasing Mark, asking
if they should call him `sir' now. To which Mark replied, "Yeah,
bitches. I'm sir to all of you now. If I hear anyone call me by my name
I'm gonna suspend all of you." He was booed afterwards and the guys
shoved him around, but it was all playful fun. The rest of the evening
passed quickly in their company.

When we got home Mark immediately plopped down the couch. "What a
night." He said, followed by a deep sigh. He was obviously tired, but he
still had that happy glow on his face. "I'm the new chief, how amazing
is that?" He asked, with a grin on his face. "Very." I replied,
chuckling. "But I hope you're not too tired. You still have a gift from
me." His eyes heated in an instant. "You're serious about that?"
Nodding, I walked towards him and kneeled between his legs. "Dead
serious." I said, in reply to his question. He hitched a breath, and
stuttered. "But..." he started to say. I raised an eyebrow in question.
"But what?" I said, my fingers already unbuttoning his pants. He opened
his mouth to say something, then backtracked. I finished unbuttoning his
pants, then put my hands on the waistband. I know for a fact that he has
nothing underneath his pants, he decided to forego wearing briefs for a
while now. I was about to pull it down when he spoke again, softer this
time. "Wait. Let me shower first... I've sweated the whole day setting
up the party. I must stink." Ignoring him, I pulled his pants down,
until his bush showed and his meaty cock plopped out. Then not even a
second later, I buried my nose in his bush and took a long, deep whiff.
"Ohhhh god, but you stink so good." I moaned with my face in his pubes.
Mark gasped, "Oh, fuck..." He smelled so good, like how a man should. I
pulled his pants even lower, then cupped his heavy balls to the side to
reveal the crease between his thighs and buried my nose in there as well
to take another long, deep whiff. Fuck, the heat, the musk, the smell was
overwhelming. "Fuck, dad... I could spend all night with my face buried
in here." I whimpered. Mark just grabbed my hair and buried me even
harder. "You fucking slut... how does it smell? You love the smell of my
cock and balls?" With my nose still buried in them, I nodded and took
another deep inhale. "You smell just how I like it. Fucking sexy."

His cock had filled up, now thick and heavy as I wrapped my hand around
it. Pointing it towards my face, I gave the bulbous head a quick sniff
and lick. "I want to taste your cum, daddy. Been a while since I had a
taste of it. I'm craving." It's true, we have fucked five times the
past week and all those times he unloaded inside me. Leaving me a sticky
mess in the morning. Which I had no qualms with. Also, we always fall
asleep right after we climax, making us terrible at the post-sex cleanup.
Numerous times we even fall asleep with Mark's cock still inside me.
It's always so fucking hot. Waking up in the middle of the night, and
shifting on the bed, only to feel Mark's soft cock slip out of my hole.
Then falling back asleep, reveling in the mess as his cum slowly drips
out. Fuck, we are so fucking dirty I love it.

"I changed my mind. I don't want a blowjob. Sit on my cock, I want you
to fuck yourself riding my dick and then when I'm about to cum I want
you kneel between my legs again and suck it. Got it?" I nodded, agreeing
so quickly. I got the lube that was stuck in the crease of the couch,
because that's the kind of couple we've become. The ones that have a
bottle of lube on the couch. And in the kitchen cupboard, and in the
bathroom. In every part of the house. All in easy access, and not at all
hidden. Perfect for when I'm watching a movie in the living room and
Mark would join me on the couch and saying he wanted a quick fuck. Or
when I'm washing the dishes in the kitchen and Mark suddenly wanted
something to stuff his cock into.

I poured lube on his cock, then quickly put a finger in my hole to
stretch myself a bit. It's really unnecessary at this point. Mark fucked
me so frequently that he could just penetrate me without much prep. Add
to that the fact that I like the initial burn Mark's cock gives me as he
enters me, just fuels our lust to another level. I climbed on the sofa,
my feet planted on each side of his thighs, and slowly sat on his thick
cock. Eliciting a moan from both of us. It didn't take long before he
was fully inside me. "Come on, ride me." He commanded, and so I did. I
went up and down, my ass slapping against Mark's meaty thighs. My arms
were on his shoulders and my dick was grinding against his hard abs. He
grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards his lips. He kissed me
roughly, my mouth opening instantly. I felt his tongue as it slipped
inside my mouth. He always tasted  so good. I sucked it into my mouth,
his mouth staying open as I greedily sucked his tongue like a cock, while
pushing my head back and forth. I could feel his warm breaths on my face.
He then leaned back for a second, and told me to open my mouth. As I did,
he spat in it, then a second later he dove back and kissed me again. Just
like I did to him, he coaxed my tongue out and sucked it into his mouth.
I moaned in his mouth, as he did exactly what I had just done to him. My
mouth was left wide open as he sucked hard on my tongue. Intent on
tasting me, ravishing my mouth until he had his fill.

As he neared his orgasm, he gave me one final lick. He did the thing that
he always does that just thrills me right down to my toes. He grabbed my
face with two hands, and while staring into my eyes, he brushed his
tongue from my chin, across my open, gasping mouth, across my red,
swollen lips, to my nostrils, and up to the tip of my nose. Leaving a wet
trail of spit. It was so hot. "God, Lucas. I wanna eat you up." He
moaned. I love it when he gets so hot and dirty. He's really become such
a sex animal since we had our own place.

"I'm close. You ready to catch my cum?" He gasped. This time he was
fucking upwards, chasing his orgasm and meeting my ass on the downstroke
as I ride him. "How bad you wanna taste my cum, son?" He asked
breathily. His thrusts steadily increasing in speed and intensity, almost
making me bounce, prompting him to put his hands on my hips to counter
his powerful thrusts. My hole was getting abused. I fucking love it. "I
want to taste it so bad, daddy. It's been a long time. I want daddy's
seed, the seed that made me. Dad please, give me your cum..." Mark's
breathed stuttered and he gasped. "Oh, fuck. Get down, I'm coming." He
announced. In a flash I was already on my knees, perched between Mark's
legs, my mouth open, waiting for his delicious cum. He grabbed his cock
and immediately started pumping, then he stood up and pointed the tip
towards my hungry, waiting mouth. A few seconds later he closed his eyes
and I saw his ab muscles contract. Mark howled, then his cock started
shooting ropes after ropes of cum. Some of them landed on my cheek, but
most of them were in my mouth. It was a big load, it almost filled my
mouth. I had the urge to swallow it but an idea took form in my head.

Reaching towards my pants that were on the floor, I pulled my phone out
of the pocket and gave it to Mark. Who was just starting to come down
from his climax. As I handed the phone, he immediately knew what I wanted
him to do. After all, it wasn't the first time I asked him to do that.
He smirked, and mumbled, "Dirty fucking boy..." before opening the
camera app and pointing it towards me. He was still standing up, and he
put softening dick on my lips. Still with my mouth open, he snapped the
photo. He turned the phone towards me, and I saw one of the hottest
photos we've ever taken of our sexy times. The photo showed a closeup of
me on the floor kneeling, with Mark's heavy cock propped on my bottom
lip, while at center front is my open mouth filled with his thick, creamy
white cum. The look on my face didn't hide the fact that I had just been
throughly fucked. Cheeks flushed, lips red and swollen, pupils dilated.
What a hot and dirty picture. I'll definitely add that to my private
album. Satisfied with it, I finally swallowed the cum in my mouth. I
didn't spit any of it out, even the ones that landed on my cheek. I
scraped it with a finger and put it in my mouth. Mark saw me doing it and
raised an eyebrow. "Taste good?" He asked cheekily. I nodded, then
replied, "Hell yeah. It was my dad's after all."

It was a week after, and a sullen Mark had just come home. I was
exhausted, I had just finished cleaning the apartment. I didn't really
need to, since the house wasn't even messy at all, but I did it anyway.
Just to distract myself. Since Mark left this morning I have been
agitated, unfocused, and out of sorts. It was today after all, that Mark
would go to to courthouse to finalize their divorce. Julie would be there
too. After Mark talked to her lawyer, it came to our knowledge that Julie
had no plans to fight for my custody. As per her, she believes I would be
"better suited" with Mark. Well, she got that right. It wasn't a
complicated divorce, I was told. Julie and Mark had a prenuptial after
all. So when it came to the money side of things, there wasn't any
trouble. Mark might have seemed blasé about the whole divorce, but I
could tell it was bringing him down everytime it was mentioned. So for
his sake, I couldn't wait for it to be over. So he could start healing.

"Uhmmm... are you okay, dad?" I asked tentatively. Mark sat on the
sofa, staring at nothing. While I stood in the kitchen, afraid to come
closer. He nodded slowly. "Yeah. I'm fine... I'm just glad it's
over." He murmured quietly. I walked towards him and sat down on the
other end of the sofa. Fuck, I hate this. I have no idea where I stand
with Mark when the divorce is at the forefront of our conversation. I
always feel so useless. "He was there." Mark said softly. Still staring
into nothing. He just sat there, breathing. He? I had no idea who he was
talking about. But before I could ask he spoke again. "Owen. He was
there... came with her." Oh. I looked at Mark, and I saw the dejected
look on his face. I couldn't imagine how that must have hurt him. Oh
god, fuck Julie. My blood started to boil, I wanted to slap her.

I was seething, so fucking furious at Julie for having the audacity to do
something like that. But seeing Mark like this, flipped a switch in me. I
tried my best to calm down. I realize me being mad is not what Mark needs
right now. Moving closer to him, I held his hand. "What can I do?" I
asked meekly. He didn't say anything, he just let go of my hand. And
kept staring at nothing. He doesn't want to be bothered. He wants me to
go away. My heart broke into pieces. My chest constricted and I couldn't
breathe. I started to pull away, but the next second Mark wrapped his arm
around me and pulled me towards his chest. I froze for a moment, then
when I realized what was happening all my fears started to dissolved. He
took a long, deep sigh, then he kissed the top of my head. "Just...
stay. Don't leave me like she did, okay?" He said. His voice laced with
brimming tears, and grief, and vulnerability. My eyes immediately welled
up, and I squeezed them shut. Suddenly overcome with emotions, I sent a
quick prayer to the universe, or to anyone who could hear. I prayed to
never hear that pain and anguish from Mark's voice ever again. Then I
held on tight to him. So tight he wouldn't doubt that I am here to stay.
Forever.

"Beep! Beep!" A car honked in the driveway. It was an hour later, Mark
started to feel better and we were talking about some fun things to do on
the weekend to distract us. He recommended we go back to the private
camping site we once went to and without missing a beat, I immediately
agreed. So we spent the last hour planning it. Mark said we would go this
weekend. We would leave Friday afternoon, right after my homeschool
session with Rachel, then come back Sunday afternoon. I couldn't wait.

"Who's that?" Mark asked. A car just parked in front of the apartment.
Then a few moments later, Caleb barged in with a big smile on his face.
"Hey guys! I brought pizza and beer." He said cheerily. Mark, who
looked incredibly confused, piped up. "What the hell are you doing
here?" Caleb just shrugged. "Lucas called me." Mark turned to me with
a raised eyebrow. "I called him before you came home and asked if he
could come after his shift to help me cheer you up. I knew you'd need it
after going to the courthouse today." I confessed, now unsure if I've
made the right decision. My worries vanished when Mark's eyes softened
and he gave me the goofiest smile. "You're so sweet." He said, before
tackling me on the sofa and giving me a full-on kiss. Tongue and all.
Which surprised me at first, but of course I wouldn't pass on the chance
to kiss Mark, so I opened my mouth and let it happen.

Caleb, however, wasn't as amused. "Oh, come on! Gross." He exclaimed.
Eliciting a chuckle from Mark and I. Then he grumbly walked towards the
dining table to drop the pizza and beer. Mark ended the kiss and threw a
half hearted apology to Caleb. Who just flipped him off. "Blame Lucas."
Mark quipped. He stood and walked towards the dining table to open the
pizza and get a slice. Then Caleb handed him a bottle of beer he had just
opened. Mark was taking a drink when Caleb gave me a mock glare. "Oh, I
do. I totally blame him." He said.

Not backing away, I raised an eyebrow on Caleb as a challenge. "Guilty
as charged. I'd be happy to kiss you too if you weren't such a prude. I
have an incredible mouth, you know. Good for many things." I said
suggestively, my eyebrows waggling. Mark choked and sputtered on his
drink. Then he chuckled. Caleb, on the other hand, just stood there
dumbfounded. But after a few moments, he shook his head and turned to me
with a cocky smirk and his arms folded on his chest. With a sexy voice,
he said, "Think you're so smart, huh kid? You better behave, or I might
just have enough and you find that mouth of yours stuffed with something
hard and big." The room became quiet for a few beats, then Mark burst
into laughter. Dammit. I didn't expect that. Now it was my turn to
flush. "Good one, man." Mark said to Caleb, before Caleb shot me a
cocky smirk. "I hate you both." I grumbled to them as I went towards
the table to grab myself a slice of pizza.

Having Caleb in the house helped. Mark had definitely cheered up as Caleb
distracted him with beer and a game on tv. He was a godsend, he knew how
to cheer Mark up, being his best friend for many years. They'd already
had a couple beers, so they were both pretty mellow and relaxed. Caleb
talked a lot when he's drunk, I noticed. He was blabbering about
something, a girl. Probably his last relationship. Mark told me last week
that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend. They had been dating
for over a year. Apparently, the girl wanted to move to another state to
be closer to her parents but Caleb said he couldn't because of his job.
So the girl left him for being `selfish'. Which was kinda immature in
my opinion, but I didn't think I had any right to say anything. Poor
Caleb, Mark said Caleb gave her everything. He pampered that girl and it
was so unfair that she just left him like that.

He was clearly still troubled about it, which was upsetting to see. I
like the guy. He's a good guy. I didn't realize he was also in need of
cheering up. Now I'm stuck with two men who were down in their luck.
Yipee. Caleb heaved a sigh, then took a pull from his beer. "God, I need
a break." An idea suddenly formed in my head, and I spoke up. "What are
you doing this weekend?" Caleb looked at me and frowned, "Uhh, nothing
much. I might just stay home. Why do you ask?" I looked at Mark, who
seemed to already know where I was getting at. "You sure? It's okay
with me." He said without me asking. I nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure. It'll
be fun." Caleb looked back and forth between us, confused. Then I turned
to him, "Mark and I made plans to go to the campsite. The private one
you suggested to us the first time? We will go this weekend. You wanna
come?" I asked in a hopeful tone. Caleb took a few seconds to think
before responding. "Camping? I don't know man. I don't think I'm in
the mood." He said before taking a pull from his drink. "Sorry. You
guys have fun." He added. I admit I was disappointed, but I just nodded
to him in understanding. "Alright. I understand." I said. Then I stood
up, and started cleaning up. I was picking up the empty beer bottles on
the center table to bring over to the trash when Caleb suddenly spoke
again. "Alright, what the hell. Let's do it, it'll be fun." He said
adamantly. I beamed and said, "Great!" before looking at Mark to see
him smiling too. This is going to be awesome. Caleb was right, it will be
fun.