Dean's Bedroom, The Kennison Estate, Latimer Ave, Baltiney, New York...
The rhythmic sounds of bare sweat-slick flesh slapping against bare sweat-slick flesh filled the bedroom as Ken Ryker continued to have his way with the pale blond lad's body in an attempt to lose himself in the sensation of bliss that filled him despite his mind being heavy with regret and sadness in the wake of finding out he'd been due to be a father of yet another son.
As the intensity of the older man's thrusts continued to get the better of him, a low hiss escaped the pursed lips of a young Dean Hudson as he once more found himself given to the extremely intense machinations of his older lover's lust. His exposed young body had been unceremoniously jolted about the messy bedding and entangled sheets as Ken continued to hoist the lad's slender pale legs high in the air spreading them wide as he drilled deeply into the lad's hidden sex via the massively thick cock he'd been accustomed to. Dean's light whimpers filled Ken's ears as his frequent thrusts intensified further pummeling the smaller pale lad into the bedding beneath them and rocking said bed to and fro into the nearby wall as the headboard clashed against it amid the chipped paint echoing about the bedroom.
In the wake of his brief absence, young Dean had seemingly forgotten just how powerful Ken had been as the older more experienced man maneuvered his young body with ease as if he'd been weightless. Ken had a way of making Dean feel helpless and wanted all at once and it seemed to get the better of both of them as more time passed in the wake of their act's initiation.
Despite the bliss of feeling the massive cockhead batter the bundle of nerves that had dwelled deep within him causing a stir of pleasure only felt when the lad had been with Ken himself, Dean had taken note of Ken's concentrated expression as sweat began to pour off them both in waves soaking them from head to toe as their act intensified. Ken's lust-filled dark eyes had been fixated upon Dean's blue orbs even though he wasn't much for intimacy when it came to sex. His rough and brazen tact when drilling his thick appendage inside the tight confines of the lad's sodden depths had been more than enough for the lad to fall head over heels in terms of his warring brand of affection and lustful need of the man nonetheless.
Dean could feel Ken's rough grip along his bare thighs pulling him closer as he managed to tame the lad's unruly hips and hammered the sodden inner depths unwilling to slow down in the slightest while almost comically jolting the lad about the bed making him moan all the more in the wake of the rising pressure and pleasure alike taking place between his pale slender hips.
"OH....OH FUCK....OH FUCK...FUCK...ME...OH." moaned Dean as his blue eyes began to roll into the back of his head and he found himself weak and in need of every thrust Ken had delivered inside him.
Ken groaned at the sensation of clenching around his thick appendage as he continued to bury it deeper into the lad's sodden depths relishing each aspect of sensation that had taken hold of him as it began to drown out the lingering sense of compounded sadness and loneliness that plagued him ever since he'd left the hospital with Valencia with the image of his unborn son burned into his weary brain.
The weary and heartbroken man couldn't seem to get past the fact that he'd had sons before, healthy and sweet little boys that had taken more after their mother in his eyes than him and he'd been grateful for it, they had died so young and so tragically that he had elected to avoid the subject and issue of his being a father to any other children in the wake of their deaths, deaths that he had known all too well in the back of his mind that he'd sent them to.
The older man had found himself pulled from his melancholy thoughts as the all too familiar sensation of the young warm body beneath him began to command his attention and he eagerly offered it if only to further distract him from the growing pain that filled him in the wake of the news he'd received about having yet another son brought into a cold and cruel world, a son not so unlike the two he'd lost who'd been beaten and broken in the crash that ended their young lives and battered their tiny bodies.
Dean continued to moan beneath the older man, his small frame still unceremoniously jolting along the messy bedding and entangled sheets, his pulsing pink cock had been on the verge of release as Ken's numerous and deep thrusts began to get the better of him in their little exchange.
The echo of sweat-slick flesh slapping against sweat-slick flesh continued to fill the bedroom as Ken had his way with the formerly slumbering blond lad who had gripped him for dear life as he moaned and gasped beneath the rather complex and tragic older man, taking in everything the sexually aggressive Ken had to offer and then some.
"OH....OH...OH FUCK....FUCK ME....DADDY!" moaned Dean as his body arched and he felt the all too familiar rush of release as he coated both Ken's thick appendage and their respective bellies as his own cock splattered them with seemingly unyielding warmth. At the same time, he gasped in the wake of Ken capturing his mouth in a series of heated kisses.
Ken had felt his cock twitch as Dean's slickness coated him as the words he said filled his ears and seemingly activated something in him that he'd been unable to name. The tightness around him had only added to the effect and further intensified his lust as he began to take command of the younger lad's body truly.
Despite being so small and inexperienced, Dean's young warm, and eager body had always felt so good wrapped around Ken's thick cock, better than most of the older man's previous conquests aside from his late wife and Valencia, who had captivated him for years before he'd fallen into bed with the eager blond lad.
The lad reached for Ken who pulled back in the wake of the soft touch wanting as little to do with intimacy as possible despite finding it all the more difficult to ignore the strange impulse of neediness that had lay dormant inside him.
Dean whimpered once more once he felt Ken's cock slip from his inner depths as he panted in the wake of his previous round of release, still the sudden sensation of emptiness had dispelled any aspect of pleasure when he no longer felt Ken inside him.
The older man growled as he unceremoniously flipped Dean onto his belly before proceeding to swat him across his bare pale ass before aggressively entering him from behind wrapping his rather strong and rough right hand around the lad's throat and squeezing just before forcing his thick cock back inside him.
Dean moaned and shouted in the wake of the aggressive intrusion but had been powerless in the wake of Ken's aggressive streak. He felt his body merely adhere to Ken's demands as it was jolted along the bedding, his own pale cock pulsing and spurting amid the tangle of already messy and wrinkled bedsheets.