The Foster Dad

by Christopher X Sullivan

  “We’ve gotta get you back in your bed,” Mark reminded him again.

  Alex nodded sleepily. “I like it here with you guys. I get scared in my room.”

  “Scared? You have a nightlight.”

  “I like it better in the big guys’ bed.”

  “Okay, big guy. Get to sleep and we’ll talk about this in the morning.” Mark looked at me and shrugged. I shrugged back, at a complete loss and trying to think past my blue balls.

  We watched him fall asleep. I had to crawl deeper under the sheets because my drying sweat made me cold. Mark kept making mean faces at me, but what was I supposed to do?

  Finally, Mark slipped out of bed and jerked his arm at me, yelling without saying a word: Come here.

  Fine! I could talk with my body just as effectively as him. What do you want?

  We were both still naked as we gathered in the dark hallway. “What was that about?” he accused.

  “What do you mean, what was that about? You’re the one who forgot to lock the door.”

  “He who does the fucking, does the locking. It’s basic common sense.”

  My hands windmilled around my body as I frantically whispered my retort. “What’s ‘basic common sense’ about any of this!”

  “Don’t wake him up. We’re naked.”

  “You don’t have to remind me. I’m going to get dressed.” I peeked around the door. Mark joined me. “He looks so cute like that,” I said.

  “That cute kid just caught us fucking.”

  “Don’t remind me.” We were still whispering, but inside my mind I was wailing like a banshee. Don’t remind meeeeee!

  Mark’s arms encircled my body and gripped my cock. “If you didn’t need the lights on, he probably wouldn’t have seen anything.”

  “This is not my fault.”

  “You didn’t lock the door.”

  “You always lock the door!”

  Alex shifted in his sleep. Fuck.

  “Quiet,” Mark murmured.

  “Quit touching my cock. I’ll cut yours off.”

  “Somebody’s feisty tonight.” His breath was thick on my neck.

  “We aren’t doing anything else tonight. We were almost caught once.”

  Mark shut the door quietly and pulled me across the hall to the guest bedroom—Alex’s room. “He’s in our bed... so maybe we should—”

  “Don’t you dare!” Scandalous! Not in the kid's room!

  “Don’t you dare,” he mocked.

  “Let’s get Alex back to bed, then we’ll lock the doors.”

  He pulled me deeper into the kid’s room, using the nightlight to make sure we didn’t knock over any of his many toys.

  “You’re such a softy. If you didn’t let him in our bed those first few nights, we never would have had a problem.”

  “He was scared of the dark!”

  Mark pulled me down and the bed groaned under us. His hands explored my body like I had done to him earlier.

  “I’m out of the mood—”

  He kissed me. “I’ll get you in the mood,” he growled. Then he nipped at my neck and fondled my cock.

  “Stop it,” I begged, twisting his nipple to get his attention. “Let’s go out to the living room at least. We haven’t done it on the couch in a long time.”

  “You’re a bedroom kinda guy.”

  “On the couch. Now.” I lightly smacked his balls, eliciting a groan.

  “You better fuck me good,” he threatened as he rolled off the kid bed. “Or I’m gonna make so much noise...”

  “I’ll fuck you,” I said, jamming my semi-hard member at his thigh. “And I’ll do it in the dark, too.”

  “Just ‘cause you’re scared as hell he’ll come out and see us again.”

  “You better believe it.” I broke from my domineering character and shivered. The kid saw us. Nothing could fix that mistake... and yet here we were, about to go at it again. “Maybe we should—”

  Mark grabbed me and threw me against the wall. The suddenness of his attack made me yelp, which was quickly drowned out by his passionate kisses.

  “Don’t overthink it,” he said. Then he dragged me into the main room. “I’m so fucking horny right now. Bring out Mente and show me some of your kinks.”

  “This is too freaky,” I complained. “I’m not comfortable—”

  “Maybe I should hypnotize you?” There was a cocky grin behind those words. We had the lights off, but I knew that smile even though it was too dark to see the outline of his lips.

  “Don’t make fun of me. If you know what’s good for—”

  “You are getting sleeepyyyy.”

  “Stop.”

  “You are getting drowsy. Giving me all control of your cock. You are thinking with your cock...”

  “Stop it this instant!”

  “Uh-oh... who’s gonna make me stop?”

  “I will.”

  “I’ve been such a bad, bad—”

  I pushed him against the leather couch, my anger pounding against my ears, my competitive juices flowing. He was already loose from the earlier fucks, or so I told myself.

  I slammed into him—bareback.

  He rode my cock like a champ, me snarling and holding his head down and telling him to take it like ‘my little bitch’.

  “Yeah, daddy,” he whispered urgently. “Fuck me.”

  “Don’t call me that,” I growled. Thrust, thrust. Not with a kid in the apartment... that was too fucking weird. Don’t call me that... ever.

  No condom.

  “Keep going,” he hissed. “Why’d you stop? Babe? That was fucking hot.”

  “Uh... I’m not wearing a condom.”

  “It’s cool. I’ve been fucking you bareback for years.”

  “Mark... I’m up your ass... without a condom.”

  “Grow up, Chris. It’s not a big deal.”

  “I think I’m going to be sick.”

  He wasn’t having any of my meek protests. He lunged at me in the dark, then dragged me to the couch and pinned me under his weight. “Nuh-uh,” he asserted. “You already had it up there. So stop thinking about it and just fuck me. I want you deep in me. God, make me a fucking cream pie.”

  Oh... so disgusting!

  “My ass is making an alliance with your cock.”

  A cum-oath.

  He pinned me under his bulk, then lowered his ass onto my cock, guiding my hardness with his hands. “You’re still hard,” he said. “On some level, you like this.”

  “I don’t,” I protested.

  “Let go,” he commanded. “Fuck me, breed me. Babe, give me your seed.” He sighed magnificently as he fucked himself on my cock.

  “I’m supposed to be in control,” I complained. “I say what we do.”

  “Then take control,” he commanded. “Let go of yourself. You are getting very sleepy...” His ass clenched and pulled up on my cock as he raised his body off mine. “Let me hypnotize you. Feel nothing but your cock.” His finger touched my forehead. “Let this go. Tonight you’re mine. Tonight you’re in charge, you’re ready to fuck, you don’t give a fuck, you’re gonna pleasure me, think with your cock, you’re ready to fuck, you don’t give a fuck—”

  “Okay, I get it.”

  He clamped a hand firmly over my mouth... so much for me being in control. “Roleplay with me... this is just a game. Let me ‘hypnotize’ you. Let me make you sexy like in your dreams...”

  “Make me someone else...” I begged.

  His silence was unnerving and his ass stopped gently massaging my cock. “That’s what you want? Still? To be someone else?”

  “Fine, do whatever you want.”

  “Bring out Mente,” he commanded. “It’s still you... the you that’s buried deep. Who thinks with his cock.”

  “I don’t think with my cock.”

  “Will you just play along for a second! Good Lord!”

  “Shhhuhshsshshshs.”

  “Fuck you.”

  I flexed my hips and press
ed my throbbing member up into his nasty, poopy, shithole. Oh God... my cock has been contaminated. I’m never going to be able to use it again!

  “More like fuck you,” I said, feeling a glow in my body, feeling like an Alpha.

  “There’s my guy,” he cooed. “There’s my Mente. Now let’s—”

  I pressed against his chest suddenly, snarling and forcing him off of me so that he uttered a comical oomph.

  “You don’t tell me what to do.” His body moved at my direction, sliding back onto the cushions... and he vocalized his excitement.

  “Is this what you want?” I snarled.

  “Breed me.”

  I can’t. Let me get a condom...

  I slapped his ass once, the sound echoing through the open living space. My ass was pointed towards our open windows.

  “Let me... uh, get a condom.”

  “Are you a tough guy or not? Are you gonna take control or not?”

  “Turn around,” I commanded sharply. My hands were in his hair again, pressing his face down. “Fine. You’re going to get what you asked for...”

  “Fuck me...” he whimpered.

  And I did. I rode him hard and fast so that we were sweating. I normally liked touching him and seeing his face and feeling his muscles as they moved under me. Not this time. This time you’re going to feel it. You wanna fuck like this? Let me give it to you.

  Thrust. Thrust.

  “God, babe!”

  I slapped his ass hard enough to leave a bright red mark. “Quiet. I ain’t your babe tonight.”

  “Shit. Don’t stop.” His throat made strange noises, like the revving of an engine. Each time I pounded into his ass his voice went up in pitch. “Just—Don’t—Stop.”

  “This—” thrust “—is what—” pound “—you wanted.” Thrust, hump, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck.

  His cock exploded and he arched his back, clenched his legs, moaned. I followed soon after, gripping his sweaty body and feeling mildly disgusted with how wild I had acted, and then really disgusted thinking about all the poop on my cock.

  “That was so fucking hot,” he said after a moment of cooling down.

  “I can’t believe I did that.”

  “Slide out. You’re cum is dripping down my leg onto the couch.”

  “Shit. I can’t believe I did that.”

  After he freed himself from my cock, he turned around and sat on the leather cushions with a mighty squelch.

  “Eww!”

  “Eww!” he mocked.

  “We need to clean up. Quietly.”

  “Sit with me.”

  “In the dark?” Naked? Dirty?

  “Yes in the dark. Don’t you want to cuddle?”

  “I always want to cuddle.” Thus, I obeyed and sank down to the cushions next to him.

  “Are you freaked?”

  “Yes I’m freaked. I’ve got poop on my dick.”

  Mark kissed the side of my head. Then his arm cradled me and forced me against his body. “I’ll make you feel better.”

  “You always do.”

  “I’m gonna work extra hard at it tonight. You got me feeling sooo good.” He opened his arms like he was finishing a marathon, stretching every muscle in a victorious pose. “I feel so good!” He laughed.

  “Not so loud.”

  He grabbed me suddenly, tossing me against the couch and pinning me with his shoulder so that his tongue probed my lips. He made out with me fiercely, like a sex-crazed monkey. “I love you so much.”

  This isn’t what I meant by cuddling.

  “I love this body. I love this cock—” He gripped my cock, shaking it and trying to bring it back to life. “I love when you get like that. I love everything. My God, I love you so fucking much.”

  That’s nice. Clean up time. “You too. Let’s shower.”

  He kissed me again, going for my neck. Did he want me to assert myself again? To yell at him? To spank him? His mouth slid down my chest and his hands were active, pressing all my soft spots and making me shiver.

  “We’re done,” I whispered. “What happened to cuddling?”

  His mouth slid quickly down my sensitive abs and latched onto the outside of my shaft like he was trying to suction it. Then he slid down my cock properly, teasing my head with his tongue and attacking my deflated member like it was a challenge.

  “Mark!” I covered my mouth, not wanting to yell again. What is he thinking? Dear Lord, the poop! Save me from the poop! What is it going to take to clean this! This is worse than when he stuck his tongue up my—

  Mark slid off my cock and sucked one of my balls so his lips could massage my nuts.

  “Stop it,” I hissed. My body contorted as I tried to get away. He went back to sucking my cock, which was starting to wake up.

  I placed my fingers in his hair and tried to pull him off—which worked for about a second. Then he tickled me, laughed (he had the audacity to laugh!) and then sank back down on my cock after pumping it a few times.

  This isn’t a toy! Stop it! It’s dirty!

  “Please,” I whined. “Stop?”

  He giggled as he released my cock, then worked his kisses up my body.

  “No,” I threatened. “No kisses.”

  He paused. “No kisses?

  “You’ve been sanctioned. The dirty kiss sanctions...”

  “For how long?”

  “Years.”

  He tickled me and licked his way into my right armpit. I squealed, but his body was completely dominating mine so I couldn’t escape. “I said no kisses!” Fuck, if Alex wakes up again...

  “You didn’t say anything about licking.”

  “Licking is a subsidiary of kisses. No affection of any kind!”

  He sat back on his haunches, letting my words hang between us.

  “I mean, we can still hold hands if you want...”

  He didn’t respond. I felt his body shift, but he neither pressured me nor attempted to elicit anything, which was strange.

  “I mean, we can still look at each other and stuff. And tease each other?”

  He shifted again. His silhouette was faint, but my eyes were adjusted, I could see him moving in the darkness. What is he doing? Why aren’t you answering! I know I said something stupid in the heat of the moment and I’m sorry. But you did something stupid, too! You’re at fault, too.

  “Okay, you can still tickle me and show affection that way. Just nothing with the tongue or the mouth... or the breathing. No breathing on my face...”

  No response.

  My heart thumped madly. Answer me! “But if you’re the big spoon, then that doesn’t count. I don’t mind big spoon breathing on my neck... just no kisses! Unless I’m already asleep, I guess? And it’s just on the back of my neck, which I never look at? No kissing me in places I can see when looking in a mirror!”

  No laugh?

  Mark shifted yet again. He was still on one of my legs and it was starting to hurt. I could feel his thighs shift, but had no clear idea what he could be doing, other than making me nervous.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, feeling like a spoiled puppy coming back to its master after running away from home and trying to live in the wild. Why aren’t you responding?

  Mark calmly delivered a practiced reply. “I’m eating your cum out of my ass.”

  “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I hollered so loud that I probably woke the neighbors two floors above us. “YOU HAVE got to be kidding me.” My voice modulated to a desperate hiss. “Tell me you’re kidding.”

  “Okay. I’m kidding.”

  “You’re lying! I can tell you’re lying right now!”

  “Hell, I already cleaned your cock, so what’s the difference?”

  “THAT IS so disgusting...” I slapped my forehead so hard I’m still dealing with the brain damage all these years later as I type this.

  “You need to chill.”

  Chill? You want me to chill? What’s next? What’s the next depraved thing you’re gonna try to do? If you think you’r
e taking something out of MY ass and sticking it in your mouth...

  “You aren’t going to puke, are you?”

  I took stock of my bodily functions. My stomach was upset, but on the whole, I didn’t feel a pressing need to vomit.

  “See? It’s not that bad. You’re kind of used to it by now.”

  “You are using so much mouthwash tonight,” I finally responded. “Like a whole bottle. You’re effing drinking a bottle of mouthwash tonight.”

  “You wanna get drunk on mouthwash?”

  “You would make a joke.”

  “You’re Mr. Funnyman, not me. I should be allowed by my Master to crack a joke every once in a while.”

  “This is so disgusting.”

  “You’re the one who wants to be hypnotized into being a sex slave.”

  “Uh! Do not!” I slapped his leg lightly—that’s what I did when I was really offended. If I hit him harder, then he would think we were wrestling.

  “Uh!” he mocked. “Do so.”

  “I’m not talking about this anymore.”

  “Why? All it took was a crumb of an idea and you took off like a rocket. Damn, you fucked me good.”

  “Good enough to start eating shit out your ass, apparently.”

  “Was that your wry sense of humor poking through? Are you trying to crack a joke? Like you always do when you’re uncomfortable.”

  “If you knew what was good for you, you’d shut up, be a good sex slave, and drink a bottle of mouthwash.”

  “If you knew what was—”

  I overrode him. “If you want me to fuck you like that again, but wearing a condom, then you’ll drop it right now and we’ll clean up in silence.”

  “Last one in the shower gets to clean the dried cum off the couch!” He jumped off my leg and bolted for the bathroom, striking his shin against the side table as he went and uttering a curse.

  What happened to toning it down on the cursing?

  I followed him, tiptoeing past our bedroom. When I peeked into our bedroom, Alex was still asleep. He hadn’t even turned over. The kid looked so fucking cute. My God, I loved him so much.

  WE CLEANED UP AND MARK carried Alex to his bed. Then Mark turned off the lights and got in bed with me.

  “I’ll take care of Alex in the morning,” he offered. “I want you to write about today while the moment is fresh.”