Chapitre 121: Chapter 120: A Theory Of Fragmentation
Random Stall, Unknown Bar, Men's Restroom, Roadside Establishment, Unknown Location, Unknown State...
A series of frequent moans and occasional groaning filled the ears of a drunken Ken Ryker as he found himself with his suit slacks down to his ankles as a slender blonde with a shapely pale ass and green eyes pushed her lovely half-naked frame back against him stroking his face and craving his kiss as he pressed her chest first against the stall door in the wake of him pumping his thick cock in and out of her slick depths. He had been unable to recall why or how he'd ended up in the men's restroom pumping his cock in and out of the strange blonde but he'd known she'd been seemingly having the time of her life given her moans and sudden affection for him. According to her shock and dialogue, she had not expected him to be as large as he was, but he had not been interested in what she had to say one way or another.
The booze he ingested filled his veins and had been running through him like liquid fire, all he knew, all he needed to know was the tight wet sensation of her sopping sex clenching around his bare cock as he continued to pound her against the stall door intensely. Her wild and sweat-slick curly hair had bounced every which way and an interesting aspect of tears began to cascade down her supple red cheeks as she leaned against Ken desperate for more physical contact in an intimate sense.
He had elected to take her from behind, not at all wanting to see her face or have any intimate contact which disappointed her at first but she had gone along with it if only to feel him inside her. She referred to him as "Baby" more often than not while he'd had his way with her, he could smell the thick scent of booze on her breath as their act continued as well as the equally thick scent of her perfume that made his nostrils flare as she continued to moan for him while being jolted along the surface of the decidedly cold stall door.
There had been occasional hoots and jeers from the other patrons who had come into the men's room to relieve their aching bladders, some had lingered to enjoy the show, and others had taken care of their own brand of interpersonal business. Either way, Ken did not care much about anyone or anything in his current state of mind, all he knew was that the blonde was hot and wet and that his thick cock needed to get off despite the occasional audience and noise in the background.
He'd been hot and sweaty in his own right, his black hair wild and slick from his efforts as he continued to indulge his whims with the random stranger he'd gotten to want to have sex with him from a brief conversation and intimate dancing. She'd been desperate for male attention from the moment she'd entered the place, it hadn't been difficult for Ken to give her what she wanted, he'd been quite good at it after all, so much so that even he'd been confused as to why that had been.
During their initial conversation, she admitted to not having much of a sex life, no children, and that she wasn't on birth control due to having no sex life in the first place. She'd come to the bar with a few friends after spending most of her nights in front of a television set and reading steamy novels about what-ifs before they'd finally had enough. A few drinks in and she'd been chatty and nervous. Ken knew the type, so he'd easily swayed her into being comfortable around him.
It was like a strange hidden instinct he had developed since awakening from the coma some years back, more primal than he'd ever like to admit as he sifted through the endless sea of bodies along the dance floor and the bar and finally zeroed in on the seemingly out of place blonde and her nervous laugh when chatting with her far more outgoing group of friends. He bided his time and waited for the opportunity to get her alone. She'd been more susceptible to his company and by the sixth drink he'd paid for she'd been desperate to bounce on his cock following a rather spirited amount of dancing.
She was the one that led him back to the restrooms, gripping his hand like a nervous teenage school girl as he trailed behind her the hyper-aroused and more interested in where to shove his cock in her once he'd had her alone and moderately naked before him. The blonde was young and her eagerness infectious as they entered the empty men's room kissing and driven by lust and drink in equal measure.
Once she'd worked up the courage to as if he'd had a condom, Ken ignored her words and distracted her with an intense kiss as he pinned her against the stall easing her out of her cotton white panties and slipping his questing fingers inside her. She moaned into his mouth growing ever more eager for his touch and something else as he continued to work her over making her mind little more than mush in the wake of his designs.
She had not known it, but the man she'd been having sex with had been no man at all, when it came down to it, a cold and calculating machine solely focused on the outcome of sex in the wake of the eerie shift that had taken hold of him since his arrival at the bar, to begin with.
The coldness continued as Ken continued to pump his thick cock in and out of the young blonde making her moan all the more as he had his way with her. She'd wanted more contact and he'd denied it pinning her chest first against the stall door as he rocked her against it desperate in his own right to fill her tight confines with his already pressing release.
Time seemed to pass by in a blink as he found himself hearing her beg for him to fill her, her breath ragged and her body sagging from the strain of their coupling and her many rapid-fire releases. She'd been exhausted and nearly blacked out as Ken continued to pound her sodden depths reckless and numb to her pleas.
"Please cum..." she begged as tears continued to cascade down her supple cheeks. "Oh fuck you're too big....too hard...please cum...please I can't take anymore...please cum..."
Ken growled feeling her body grow limp as she found herself clenching around his sizeable cock once more before finally giving out as she leaned against the stall wall her body weak and limp as Ken continued to bounce her with his now desperate thrusts.
She'd been silent at least, and there had been no more desperate and greedy attempts to beg for his affection, it had been truly off-putting, to say the least. Ken growled as he found himself given over to a fragment of a memory, another blonde from another time, she'd been tightly wrapped around his cock but he'd been the one limp and helpless.
After several frantic pumps, Ken finally reached his end, although he'd still been aroused as he flooded the limp green-eyed blonde's slick depths before finally removing himself from her, as he slowly pulled out and sat her neatly onto the toilet as she leaned against the side of the bathroom stall, he'd taken care to pull up her panties despite her dripping onto his hands and righted her clothes as best he could so as not to provide much shock when she awoke.
Then he turned his attention to exiting the stall, once out in the full restroom, Ken took note that no one else had been there aside from a young feminine-looking lad with messy brown hair and inquisitive eyes, he'd been standing at the urinal and having quite a time rubbing one out to the sounds of Ken's grunts as he finished inside the passed out blonde.
He was thin, wearing a sweat-soaked grey men's tank top, and his tight-fitting blue jeans had been at his ankles. His cheeks had turned bright red as he tried his best not to look at Ken who'd approached him, his suit slacks barely presentable and with the massive bulge in the front of them begging to break free as the lad's curious brown eyes fixated upon it.
As before with the blonde, Ken found himself quite adept at noticing when someone had been inexperienced sexually, and within an instant, he'd stepped up behind the lad and moved his rough hands across his smooth pale ass making the younger lad moan as he continued to forcefully clutch his small cock in front of the urinal.
As the brown-haired lad whimpered from the rough and intimate touch from the drunken and calculating older man, Ken pressed his erection along the lad's exposed bare ass and whispered hotly into his ear as the lad moaned in reaction to his proximity.
"I'm going to fuck you now...if that's alright with you." Ken had told him although his voice had not been what it had been when he'd normally spoken in the throes of lust, there was still a certain coldness that came with an uneasy charm only attributed to something akin to a machine seeking out what he desired and the consequences be damned.
The inexperienced brown-haired lad nodded rather nervously as he presented Ken with a small bottle of lube he'd been using to stroke his own cock and a hastily produced condom. While the lad had been full of lust, he wasn't stupid enough to engage a stranger without protection.
Ken smirked as he took the lube and slathered the lad's pale ass and his own slick cock before putting on the condom, which had been quite tight given Ken's sheer size, neither had been confident it would hold up but Ken complied nonetheless.
Up close Ken could tell the boy had been high out of his mind and desperate when it came to how hard his small cock had been, he'd taken the liberty of locking the men's room door and attempted to elevate his lustful agony while listening to Ken and the blonde in one of the stalls.
The messy-haired lad offered Ken one of the small pink-colored pills that he'd brought with him into the men's room and ingested before succumbing to his lustful needs. The older man smirked and took it downing it via a handful of water from the sink before bending the lad over and shoving his way home making the lad scream and his eyes water in the wake of his first intrusion.
It was clear to Ken that the lad had been another virgin and he smirked at having been lucky enough to bed two in the same night then proceeded to pound the moaning lad's tight pale ass with reckless abandon forgetting all but the sensation of tightness that wrapped around his half numb cock as the condom continued to bend and stretch as he slammed into the strange lad's ass over and over again.
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