Chapter 31: A Stir Of Echoes
Room 21, Roadside Motel, Baltiney, New York...
Darkness greeted the tear-slick blue eyes of Dean Hudson as his less-than-savory memories came back to haunt him amid the bliss of his afternoon with Ken Ryker. He had been quite content being full and warm as the effects of the drugs continued to course through his young body. Ken had been asleep beside him snoring, a rather pleasant reminder that he had not been alone even in the dark. Sleeping with Ken had been something Dean had not been used to but he found that he had liked the idea of sharing a bed for more than just sex, despite it being very good sex as far as the throbbing of his sodden sex had been concerned.
Sex with Ken had been vastly different from what Dean had been used to with the other men drilling his pale ass and rectum until they had their fill and discarded him as if he had meant nothing to them. He had gotten the feeling more often than not that he had repulsed them in some way, the very men who had invaded him without regard for the damage physically, mentally, or emotionally. The haunting memories of all the abuse and unwanted sex had begun to take their toll on Dean as his eyes began to water in the wake of the plague of unwanted memories. He whimpered some as he laid on his back amid the tossed-about white sheets and finally forced himself to awaken the force of the trauma the memories brought on too great to withstand alone. Dean was covered in sweat and gasping for breath as he looked around the now-darkened motel room. He took note of Ken and his rather impressive erection tenting the bed sheets that lined his waist.
Without a second thought and a need for a means of distraction, Dean had crawled toward Ken grateful that he had not been alone at his most vulnerable like he'd been on other nights while hiding away from the world to sleep in the abandoned buildings that had been right outside his usual street corner. Ken had been the only man who had taken an interest in him not only for the sex but in conversation, he had even bothered to see to his needs as far as food and shelter had gone. For the most part, he'd been the nicest man Dean had ever known and his previous dislike of him despite his brand of vulgar charm had been something Dean had wished to rectify.
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A sudden sensation of warmth had gotten a formerly slumbering Ken Ryker's attention as he found himself awakening to find a tear-riddled Dean Hudson straddling his waist as he slowly began to bounce on the older man's thick cock, Ken reached up and attempted to stroke Dean's bare pale chest and face as the emotional younger man leaned into the sensation of his touch against his tear-stained cheek. There had been no words between them, as their eyes locked in the wake of Dean bouncing on the older man's cock and rubbing his soft warm hands along Ken's tanned bare chest.
"Uhhhh." moaned Dean slowly increasing his pace as Ken moved to grip his slender hips in the wake of his well-timed movements while he'd been bouncing on the older man's cock.
Ken let out a low grunt as his dark eyes took in the welcome sight of the sad younger lad losing himself amid the lingering sensation of drugs and the onset of sex. The older man did his best to support him, the drugs coursing through his veins had not made it any easier for him to forgo all the emotion and haunting memories of his own either.
He had recalled all too well his days and nights spent with Valencia, Evelyn, and his late wife Sera although vaguely. Evelyn had been the first to understand him and accept that he had not been anything like Ryker Kennison, he had thought her a boon when she made it clear she knew the difference. Sadly, it had not been enough to keep her around and Valencia had been a new option until she elected to get pregnant on purpose.
Now he had Dean, the emotional, out-of-his-element lad that had been no stranger to riding another man's cock despite his prior virgin status. Ken sat up kissing the lad's thin pale chest as he moaned in reaction. The sensation only increased due to Ken kissing along the lad's slick exposed flesh and the rather bold move to suckle his nipples.
Dean whimpered as Ken slowly took control holding him in his arms and kissing his neck as he shifted the balance of power between them. Ken had been quite the dominating force after all and Dean had been all too eager to relinquish it to him.
The younger lad found himself once more bouncing on Ken's thick cock as the older man maneuvered them on the bed and held him in place as Dean's body once more found its way being jolted along the messy bedding. Ken had been in control, or whatever urge had overtaken the older man as he deeply pummeled Dean's hidden sex the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing all over the motel room.
Dean's thin pale thighs were spread wide as his pink cock jutted into the air and slapped against his exposed flat belly as his lover Ken continued to pump his thicker cock in and out of the lad's tightness. An expression of pure aggressive need filed across the older man's face as he continued to pummel the younger lad's glistening orifice with reckless abandon.
The battering of the older man's thicker cock had been all Dean needed as he moaned and felt himself coat Ken from within reeling from the aggressive handling as he arched his young needy body into it. He had not cared how long they'd been having sex, he needed Ken and he needed him in the worst way.
"Yes....yes....Daddy....Fuck me...." whispered Dean in Ken's ear as the older man groaned and captured his lips in a passionate exchange of kisses. "Uhhhh yes....fuck...me."
Ken had been all too eager to oblige as his pace increased as well as his aggression making Dean moan louder and more frequently as their act continued. It was more than refreshing for Ken to finally find a sex partner who had not been interested in the inner workings of a relationship when all they both wanted to do was have sex, pure primal sex and it had been something that not even he had anticipated when he elected to pick up Dean off the street corner.
Dean had been a broken and needy thing and that only intensified Ken's desire to lay claim to him their physical connection and primal bond growing stronger with each passing encounter. Neither had been aware nor did they particularly care but the idea of losing themselves in one another had occurred to them both given the lives that they had led beforehand.
The effects of Spyder's cocaine had been quite potent and seemed to add to the intense sensations running rampant between them as their act continued. Dean's moans and occasional screams from the overstimulation and pleasure continued to ring out in the motel room. The creaking bedsprings and the beating headboard had been a constant companion adding to the noises that had been coming from room 21.
Despite their efforts to distract Dean from his nightmares, the lad had still been privy to the stream of hot tears that cascaded down his supple cheeks. Ken kissed them away as he continued to pump into the lad's hidden sex relishing their time together and grateful that he'd managed to convince the lad to arrange with him. He had not known how he'd take it if another man other than him would have Dean spread so wide and drill his formerly untouched sex the way he had.
He had not wanted another person as badly as he had Dean and it showed in his pacing and desire to lay claim to him. The needy lad captured Ken's handsome face with his trembling hands and pulled him into a deep kiss. Ken had been more than a bit caught off guard by it but allowed it as he continued to pummel the lad's sodden sex making him moan into his mouth in the process.
"Uhhhh..." moaned Dean as he gripped Ken, his blue eyes misty from tears and longing. "Fuck....don't ever leave me, Daddy."
Ken had thought nothing of Dean's tendency to refer to him as "Daddy" a few times before when they were having sex but this time he seemed intent on using it. He had brushed it off as nothing more than when Valencia had tended to call him "Papi" when they were having sex and to entice him to it.
Ken groaned as he felt his end fast approaching just as Dean pulled him deeper and wrapped his legs around him. He felt the rush of his release and that of Dean's at about the same time but had remained inside him as the lad panted and kissed his lips grateful for his presence. Ken had not been big on intimacy but he seemed to understand the rather emotional lad needed this at least for the time being and remained inside him, his cock pulsing as Dean slowly began to drift off clutching Ken for dear life as his body slowly gave in to exhaustion once more.
Ken sighed as he kissed Dean's lips and cheeks letting his thick cock remain inside the lad's dripping sex as he towered above him. A measure of peace seemed to come over the slumbering Dean as he began to lightly snore causing Ken to smirk before kissing along his mouth and cheek just as he slowly slid his spent cock out of the lad's slickness reveling in the sensation from yet another blissful encounter with his new "Joyboy".
Ken rolled onto his preferred side of the bed and found himself staring up at the ceiling for a moment before exhaustion caught up to him as well and before he had known it, he'd been snoring alongside the slumbering Dean Hudson once again as if the past few bliss filled hours had never occurred.