Chapter 38: Something Like Pillow Talk
Room 21, Roadside Motel, Baltiney, New York...
The sharp distinctive sound of bare skin slapping against bare skin filled the motel room accompanied by the frequent moans that fell from the lips of a sweat-slick and sexually euphoric Dean Hudson as he lay amid the messy motel bed on his side with an equally sweat-slick and naked Ken Ryker spooning behind him, gripping his hips with one firm hand while wrapping his other arm around Dean's neck from behind and pulling the younger lad close as he pumped his pelvis against the lad's bare pale ass driving his thick cock deeper inside Dean's sodden hidden sex from behind while the lad reflectively bit down on his arm while clinging to him and backing his bare ass into the older man's deep and frequent thrusts.
Ken's sloppy kisses had only contributed to the lustful heating of Dean's bare naked body as the older man continued to thrust inside him making him moan all the more as their act continued. Dean had a bit of difficulty when it came to dealing with Ken's sizeable cock being deeper inside him than he'd been used to from the shift in angle from their usual position when intertwined but he had been willing to endure it just to feel Ken inside him much like the first time as often as possible.
Dean's soft series of moans continued to fill the motel room as well as the sound of the creaking bedsprings and the wooden headboard beating against the nearby wall. He had tears streaming down his supple pale cheeks as he felt each drive of Ken's thick cock deeper inside him. He had not known how to feel about him not truly as he had never been that fond of Ken to begin with but his young body had begun to crave the older man's attention in the worst way as he more often than not found himself giving in to his growing need to feel him hard and deep as he drilled the tight confines of the lad's hidden sex.
The shaken young lad still recalled the numerous hands of eager sex-crazed older men that moved along his bare naked body during his time in captivity and how often they had been harsh and only interested in splitting his pale ass with their various cocks whenever they had taken their turns with him. Ken had been much more than that and despite his tendency to opt for sex more often than not, he had made an effort to at least make Dean feel comfortable while using his body and made him as much an active participant in it as possible.
Ken gripped Dean's slender pale hips still pumping into him with ease as the lad moaned against the arm he had wrapped around him and bit down in the wake of the intensity of their act when the older man's cock got too deep for him to take outright. He smirked as he kissed Dean's sweat-blasted neck and shoulder encouraging him to give in to his passion and ride it out indefinitely.
Dean's own pink cock had been spurting along the mattress and into the air as he continued to take Ken's deep thrusts amid more moans and groaning as their act continued. Seeing the lad's cock twitch while pounding his sodden depths from the side angle had been amusing for Ken as he gripped the lad tighter before shifting their position and getting Dean onto his knees and outright bending over before him.
The lad howled in the wake of the new position as Ken gripped his slender pale hips firmly pumping his thick cock in and out of the lad's tight sex as he bit him on the shoulder his aggressive aspect of desire taking over as his primal urges began to get the better of him further encouraged by the new position they had been in.
Dean had been powerless in the wake of the older man's newfound aggressive thrusts as he found his body forced to submit to Ken's domineering lust and gripped the wrinkled bedding beneath him, his pink cock still pulsing and spurting in front of him even as the older man continued to drill his thicker cock inside the tight confines of his sodden hidden sex.
"Fuck..." whimpered Dean feeling all the sensation of his older lover's passionate aggression inside him as his young body clenched around him.
"Fuck is right baby," growled Ken still gripping the lad's hips tighter as his jackhammer-like movements jolted the lad along the tangled and messy bedding with ease.
"Uhhhh..." moaned Dean as he arched his pale ass into the older man's pelvis midpump.
The loud collision of their mutually slick flesh continued to reverberate all through the motel room. Dean had been helpless when it came to his craving for Ken's larger cock and the anticipation of release that had come along with it, he couldn't seem to recall a time when he'd been so caught up in his need for sex let alone with someone like Ken.
It had been clear to Dean for quite some time that his captive life had changed him in drastic ways, his body craving the domineering aspect of an older man in more ways than one as he whimpered with his pale face pressed against a wayward pillow as Ken continued to pummel his sodden sex from behind making him all the weaker for him.
Despite his previous annoyances with Ken and his antics at the diner, he had felt good inside him and seemed to be quite good at sex no matter the time of day, Dean gripped the bedding clutching the wrinkled sheets beneath his pale hands and squeezing until his knuckles became white. He had loved Ken's deep penetration thrusts and had a hard time riding out the sensation as he continued to offer up his pale ass to the older man's aggressive lust relishing the sensation of their intense joining like never before.
It still amazed Dean that Ken was able to get him off so many times and still kept up the stamina for his own gratification despite his age and the previous times he'd been inside him. Another whimper passed from Dean's lips as he felt Ken's rough hand move from his waist up to his cock and then his neck as the aggressive older man pulled him harder onto his thick appendage grunting in his ears as he took him.
"Fuck...." hissed Dean feeling Ken's thick cock plunge deeper inside him. He could feel the pulsing of his inner walls as they clenched around it and moaned outright as the older man continued to have his way with him.
Sexual bliss aside, Dean had known all too well how strong Ken had been compared to him, his primal urges had gotten the better of him in the wake of their mutual lust and still Ken had been able to command his young body with relative ease. The lad closed his eyes enjoying the rough sensation of his lover's touch against his heat-slick skin and the subsequent thrusts that jolted him along the motel bed.
Their romp had not the same otherworldly euphoric sensation as before when they'd both been high off cocaine from Spyder's "candy shop" but it was a strangely elevating high nonetheless whenever they got together.
"Fuck...fuck me..." begged Dean unable to help himself as he began to totally submit to Ken's physically domineering aggressive thrusts.
He'd been hot all over, his pale skin prickling with need and lust as Ken continued to pummel his sodden sex and his pixie-cut blond locks had begun to stick to his face and forehead. Ken's own dark hair had been wild and messy in the wake of their act and the sweat that covered his glistening body as well. The contrast between them had been evident even in the darkness of their motel room and seemed to add to the excitement between them as to how their bodies had been in tune ever since the first encounter.
Ken's growling had been like music to Dean's ears as a sappy smile filed across his pale face in the wake of his latest round of release. He coated the older man's thick cock with ease and remained blissfully enveloped in passion even while Ken had been aiming for his own happy ending.
"Oh...fuck...fuck me...Daddy..." moaned Dean losing himself in the bliss of more sensation and pleasure as Ken's pace increased out of sheer desperation.
Ken growled pinning Dean to the bed as he leaned toward his ear, his frantic pumping of his hips still jolting the lad along the bed beneath him.
"You like that?" whispered Ken hotly in the younger lad's ear.
"Mmmm," replied Dean feeling another wave of release as Ken's thick cock continued to work him on the inside. He bit his bottom lip and arched his pale ass higher in time to meet the older man's thrusts.
"You're so fuckin' hot when you cum on Daddy's dick baby," Ken remarked even more determined to fill the lad's sodden sex following that display. "So much hotter when you're already filled with cum."
Dean gasped as he felt Ken's pace get the better of them both and the onset of throbbing from the older man's cock signaled the end of their act as the rush of release flooded them both making Ken weak at the moment as he collapsed onto the younger lad gasping for breath and unable to help the continued pulsing of his cock.
Dean bit down on the bedding as he moaned taking in everything that Ken had been dishing out as if his body would break if he didn't have it all. He'd been panting as hard as Ken as he finally relaxed weak from all the activity and pleasantly satisfied after the fact.
Ken smirked when he regained his senses and kissed Dean rather sloppily on the lips before rolling onto his preferred side of the bed. The older man stared up at the ceiling while Dean rested on his belly unable to move much after everything that happened previously. He had been disappointed that Ken had pulled out of him but took the time to relax nonetheless as his blue eyes locked onto the older man's darker eyes for a few moments amid the semi-darkness of their motel room.
"Now that's what I call a fuck." declared Ken as he slicked back his messy dark hair and sat in bed with his back leaning against the wayward pillows and thick wooden headboard.
Dean treated him to a tired smile as he did his best to catch his breath.
"That's some stellar pussy you got there kid," said Ken with a rather wicked expression. "I ain't fucked like that in years."
"Says the horndog," remarked Dean with a roll of his eyes.
Ken smirked once more.
"Horndog I may be, but damn if that wasn't some grade-A pussy." replied the older man.
Despite being in the dark, Dean's cheeks had turned red in the wake of Ken's rather vulgar brand of compliments.
"Don't be shy now, you weren't this shy when you were moaning for me to fuck you." Ken quipped as he rolled over and kissed Dean's lips despite the lad's pouting.
"Asshole," remarked Dean in his own defense.
Ken chuckled a bit as he continued to kiss Dean and eventually laid down beside him pulling the lad into his waiting embrace as they lay side by side in the motel bed.
The contrast of their bodies had been interesting to Dean and Ken alike even as they kissed in the darkness. A few moments of silence had gone by and Dean found himself with his face pressed against Ken's chest and nuzzling his neck before he had broken the easy silence due to a lingering question that had plagued him since their first night.
"Ken?" he said rather nervously.
"Huh?" asked the nearly asleep older man who had still been holding the lad's body close to his own.
"Why did you choose me?" asked Dean curious and still altogether nervous about the answer at the same time.
"What?" asked Ken opening his eyes once more to take in the semi-darkened image of Dean's concerned expression and curious blue eyes.
"You could have made this arrangement with any woman in the world, why did you choose me?" asked Dean still fearful of his answer but still curious all the same.
Ken sighed and took a moment before answering sensing that this meant a good deal to Dean despite not being much of a big deal to him.
"I know good pussy when I see it," remarked Ken in a joking manner.
"Ken be serious, I really want to know why," said Dean annoyed but still seeking his answer.
"Hell, I don't know...had a feeling about you I guess," replied Ken honestly. "I wanted to fuck you so I did, ain't been disappointed yet."
Dean sighed wondering how he had ever believed he'd get a straight answer from the likes of Ken Ryker. The older man seemed to note the lad's disappointment and sighed.
"Look if it's any consolation, you are the only person I can truly be myself with...everybody else expects me to be some guy I'm not, and maybe it's because you're new in town and whatnot but I don't have to be anything other than Ken with you and I kind of like that," replied Ken as Dean treated him to a small smile before kissing his lips.
"Thank you, now was that so hard?" asked the lad with an arched brow.
"Like pullin' teeth," remarked Ken before kissing Dean once more and closing his eyes with the lad still resting comfortably in his arms.
It had been long before they both drifted off into a contented slumber still spent from their previous exploits and the fun times at the diner.