Room 21, Roadside Motel, Baltiney, New York...
The headboard had been rapidly beating against the nearby wall as the familiar sound of bedsprings getting a relative workout had echoed in the wake of various moans and groaning filling the roadside motel room as Dean Hudson found himself once more with his pale ass and slim back pinned to the messy mattress as Ken Ryker's larger body towered above him. The young blond lad had been jolted along the bedding with something of a pleasurable smile filed across his equally pale face as he succumbed to the intense thrusts of the older man who had rescued him from obscurity and the street corner where he had spent most of his days since ending up in Baltiney, New York by way of hitchhiking.
While he had become accustomed to riding Ken's enormously thick cock he had much preferred sitting on it despite his aggressive lover's tendency to prefer him on his back with his slender pale legs spread wide. His pink cock bobbed and pulsed in the wake of his most recent release as Ken's thick appendage continued to pummel his slick hidden depths making the lad moan outright and mewl beneath him.
Their warring lips crashed together as Dean found himself needing more of Ken the longer their association and engagement in the motel room had gone on. While wild sex with the likes of Ken Ryker had been good on its own, both had been to see Spyder and their mutual supply of his candy had been the bonus that made their frantic and spirited coupling all the more euphoric as Dean continued to moan beneath Ken's larger frame his legs spread wide as Ken pummeled his dripping hot hidden sex as the echo of skin slapping against skin joined with the other primal sounds that made their spirited adventures all the more intense.
Both their hearts had been beating like drums in a manner of the same rhythm and the only thing on their collective minds had been the need for release and the pleasure that filled them in search of it. Dean gripped Ken's back digging his fingernails into the older man's exposed flesh as he hissed in the wake of the massive cock stretching his inner depths as the effects of the drugs they had ingested continued to get the better of them.
"Uhhhh..." moaned Dean as he found himself sitting up and kissing the older man's neck.
The lad had been in another world, a more pleasant world where his young body felt only sensations of pleasure in the wake of all the pain he had endured while held captive by those strange men and Clint Hudson back in Bushwah, Kansas. A world where it had only been him and Ken cut off from anything else aside from the bliss of primal sex and the unyielding need they had for one another.
Their bodies had been hot and sweat-slick but it had not stopped them from wanting to be near one another, the sweet sensation of heightened arousal passing between them when something as simple as a touch or a kiss only intensified their mutual need for one another. The giddiness behind Ken's dark eyes only seemed to match what had been behind Dean's blue orbs as their act continued.
Dean continued to moan as Ken's deep rhythmic thrusts jolted him along the motel mattress. He had never known a man like Ken, be it due to his wealthy status, bold persona, or his raging libido, Ken had been a strange man to know.
His apparent attraction to Dean had not been something he had even anticipated but he enjoyed bedding the younger lad nonetheless.
"Fuck...." hissed Dean as Ken's sizeable cock drilled the lad's inner depths harder in the wake of renewed sensation.
The older man had been quite the sight with his dark hair wild and his tanned skin glistening with sweat both from their act and the drugs coursing through his veins.
The ringing of Ken's cell phone had gotten the attention of both him and Dean despite the older man's attempt at ignoring it. He found it to be quite difficult given his concentration and manner of thrusts had been halted. Ken growled as he pulled out of Dean, ventured toward the nearby table where he'd left his cell phone, and growled when he answered the call. Dean lay in bed equally covered in sweat as his pink cock twitched while hanging high in the air and his hidden sex leaked over the bedding that had been beneath him. He had already missed Ken and his thick cock which had been glistening like the rest of him and as angry as he'd been due to the unwanted interruption.
"What the hell, this better be important," growled Ken standing in the center of the motel room his dark eyes fixated on Dean's naked pale body lying in the center of the messy bed making the older man's cock pulse with need as he furiously held the phone to his ear.
{"Long time no see Ryker."} said the voice of Malcolm Reeves catching Ken off guard for a moment.
Ken fell silent for a moment as Dean studied his expression confused as to the source of the unwanted interruption.
"Malc," said Ken getting Dean's attention.
{"The one and only."} replied Malcolm Reeves over the phone. {"I'd wager I caught you at a bad time so listen, once you've wrapped up whoever it is you are doing, meet me at the cafe on Park and we'll discuss why you've managed to drag me out of my house to see your sorry ass."}
"Same ol' Malc," muttered Ken before a small smile filed across his face. "Will do, now I've got some pressing business that needs my undivided attention."
{"Of course."} replied Malcolm before hanging up and leaving Ken to do the same.
The sweat-blasted older man had tossed his phone onto the table and made his way back toward the bed where a curious Dean had awaited him. Ken noted how much his conversation had gotten the lad's attention as he slowly crawled back between the lad's pale thighs.
"Don't worry baby it wasn't personal just my little brother letting me know he was back in town," replied Ken as he slowly gripped a rather skeptical Dean's slender pasty thighs and pulled the naked and sweat-slick lad close to him as he eased his sizeable slick and heavily aroused cock back into the lad's tight hidden sex.
The sweet sensation of their rejoining had Dean unable to keep from moaning into Ken's hot mouth as the eager older man pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss. It had not taken much, two long and deep thrusts in and Ken had caused Dean's little sweat-covered body to quiver and his small cock spurted all over their collective bellies as the lad gasped through the sensation and the rough pounding Ken had been giving his body.
Dean's body arched beneath Ken's heavier larger form and his slender hips bucked against the older man's deep and long slow thrusts as he moaned and whimpered in the wake of the stimulation and drugs that coursed through his system getting the better of him.
It was clear that Ken had held command over his young body in such a way that Dean had no answer for as he found himself falling harder and faster in the wealthy older man's sway. He felt his heart beat wildly within the confines of his chest as he sought to enjoy the sensation of Ken's thick cock drilling his tight sex amid the hazy bliss of his euphoric high.
Their relationship of sorts had been quite simple, with no strings, just sex, lots and lots of great and spectacular sex without all the fuss of being in a relationship. Ken had been adamant about his rules of engagement when it came to what he wanted from Dean and vice versa.
Dean for the most part had been enjoying his time with Ken, despite their association pertaining to the fact that he'd always end up being flat on his back with his legs spread wide or riding the older man's thick cock on a whim. Ken had been aggressive when it came to sex more often than not but Dean had not minded, he'd been so used to being handled by older men in more ways than one that he had not known what it had been like any other way.
Ken had been the kindest of the bunch, even more so than the men who picked Dean up on the street corner. They had been all about shoving their cocks down his throat or into his pale ass and then discarding him as if he'd been scum at the bottom of their shoes once the time had run out on their service. Dean had often hated how they'd ignore him or give him a dirty look because of who he'd been and their act as if he had not been a person at all.
Ken had not cared what he looked like, so long as he appeared decent and no amount of him sucking the older man's cock made him in the least degrading when it came to dealing with Dean when they weren't having sex. In fact, Ken had been the opposite of those men completely often encouraging the lad to live life outside of sex and drugs.
As much as Dean had tried to hide it, he was beginning to like being around Ken with or without their sex romps. Ken of course was far too smug for the lad to ever admit it out loud but he had begun to see why Ken had been so well-liked when it came to those in their less-than-savory circle despite his many flaws when it came to being his usual unconventional self.
The sense of euphoria that passed between young Dean and his intriguing older lover had been at an all-time high as their act continued the intensity evident as their naked bodies collided amid the messy bedding that lined the mattress where the lad found himself easily being jolted along. He had welcomed his lover's thrusts and their deep and intense implications feeling only him as he shattered the echoes of memory from the numerous men who had the lad in the past.
Ken whispered something in Dean's ear making his body all the more hot and needy as he gripped the older man and wrapped his arms around his body pulling him closer in a desperate need for more contact. The longer their act had commenced the more Dean seemed to lose himself in the pure bliss that had been running rampant through his young body in the wake of his lover's determined thrusts. He had barely registered that Ken had finally reached his end feeling every aspect of it as the older man's thick cock coated the lad's warm inner depths like so many times before.
A series of sloppy and hurried kisses peppered the sweat-slick lad's body as he attempted to catch his breath still reeling from their mutual release, as Ken slowly began to withdraw from him, making the lad whimper with longing before exhaustion bid he allow it.
Dean had vaguely registered the shifting of weight on the bed and finally, the open cool air as Ken left him to drift off peacefully while the older man readied himself for his meeting of sorts, venturing to the shower and after a while kissing the lad on the lips amid his easy sleep.
"I left you some money and the motel key card." Ken's voice had tickled Dean's ears further adding to his euphoria as he felt the older man lean down and kiss him once more. "Don't know how long I'll be out but at least you can get out and about, do a bit of shopping if you need to, I'm leaving you my cell number, call if you need anything."
Dean gave a few vague responses as well given how tired he'd been following their numerous romps before Ken's departure. The older man chuckled a bit before kissing Dean on the lips once more and parting. The lad recalled the sound of the door closing upon the older man's exit before drifting back off once more into a deeper aspect of slumber.