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Since Ken had discovered patriarchy, he became obsessed with horses, cowboys, and western culture. His eyes lustered brighter almost resembled the plastic sun when he acquired materials to satisfy his desires and propound hobby.

At least, that was what he understood until he realized the idealogy itself wasn't about horses, but something incredibly excruciating he didn't expect to get involved at.

He was indeed, would love to be respected and feel important, although in the end he got rejected by Barbie, he would and never resent her and have hostile, ill intention toward her, even to any women. He knew better his feelings were only between him and her and that was a private matter.

Among all the books he brought aka stolen from libraries, bookshops, nursing homes, civilians' houses (yes he broke in do not question anything there was no such of privacy in Barbieland), there was quite a peculiar book.

Ken took a look at it. It was brand new and was still wrapped tightly. He tore apart the wrapper and tapped the book by his left hand twice.

It had a sign of red 18+ there. Ken didn't understood that sign. No such book was sold in Barbieland.

All the books that were sold in Barbieland were either educational books or fiction books. No in between.

He opened a random page and gasped-

"Wow, holy-" Ken was flabbergasted.

The book contained a lot of "references". Depiction of many and various vulgar positions. A couple doing something- which sparked Ken's interest.

"I know this requires the existence of genital, but, where to get one?"

He knew all the people here didn't have genitals so who the hell he knew how they pleasured themselves but- he was an adult and supposed this was not a bad idea to ask to other Kens.

The other Kens might knew about one or two interesting fact, no?

Ken slid down through the slide. He walked with curiosity and also confidence. Not far away on the pedestrian sidewalk of his residency, he met Allan.

"Hi, Ken!"

"Hi, Allan. Whatcha you have in your arms?"

"Ah, this? I thought we could go for fishing!" Allan said with excitement.

"Not now, Allan. This, i'm in a quest now." Ken said as he held the book high.

Allan who was first in the happy mood, now his face changed into horror.

His arms dropped all the fishing tools and two blue buckets. His face was pale and a bit dark blue like in a comic. Adrenaline streamed down his whole body.

"KEN! YOU CAN'T!"

Ken was shocked upon hearing the shriek, "Why?!"

"IT'S UH- Let's go back to your house."

Allan pushed his best friend inside. He forced Ken to sit on the sofa, as both of his hands on Ken's shoulders, gripping them by force and no matter how he pushed deeper Ken's arse was. It might left marks, if possible.

Ken couldn't and didn't feel smarting, but he swore he could saw invicible fangs Allan flaunted to him without consiousness.

"Listen, Ken, you can't tell everyone you got this kind of book. It is dangerous!"

"Why? Ken will love it!"

"Ken will love it- THAT IS THE POINT, JESUS!"

"Jesus- who is He?"

Allan's patience was no longer possesed in his loving heart and possesing him, "Just never, ever brings the book outside, okay!"

Ken would love to argue, but somehow today was undetachable exhausting for his body to ever debate, "Okay, okay."

"You promise?"

"You have my words." he made a gesture of ziplocked mouth.

His eyebrows were furrowed, "But, are those words arranged as a promise?"

"Gosh, Allan, i just want to know what they think of these!" Ken whined then pouted, still stubborn as ever.

"Of sex?!"

"Sex, yeah, sex. That is how you call it?"

"Yes, Ken, that is how you call it." Allan finally settled himself as he sat on the floor.

"I know they are erotic because the activity requires genitals, but sex, ohoho okay, then."

Allan was getting frantic again as his arms were crossed in front of his chest, heart beated with anxiety and triumph, "This better stays here. Sex is an act of intimacy with responsibility that has a higher risk than having a kiss or to kiss."

Ken started to build tense euphoria again with an ironic yet logical fact here, "You know we don't have genitals."

"So?"

"So, no one does the sex here."

The brown haired doll scratched his not itchy plastic nape and he somehow couldn't look at his blonde best friend"... Midge did... with someone, with Allan."

Ken was surprised, "With you?!"

"No, not with me, but Allan, rumor says."

Ken understood as he hummed. Allan didn't continue to speak neither. Then, something sparked Ken's mind again, "How did you know so much about this?"

Allan froze.

"You got a penis or something down there?"

Allan was dead (no).

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"KEN?!"

"You have a penis?"

"NO! I don't."

Ken was suspicious. He leaned down closer and Allan became "mentally and spritually choked". His homosexual heart couldn't bear this.

He was  to him, the man of his dream. The man he always grasped at or for something inspiring and the one him. Their breaths were amiable and gosh- those oceanic eyes, Allan could stare at that mimic of ocean all day, but from afar! Not this close!

"You are absurd." Allan suddenly stood on his feet.

Ken was devastated, "So, you don't."

"Exactly." the man huffed.

Ken was quiet for a while before he started speaking again,"... I do have one. Ever since i left the real world."

Allan's eyes stared at the man of his dream with widen eyes. He didn't know what to say or react... except he indeed sugestively desired to take a peek at it.

"Ho-how does it feel? Is it uncomfortable?"

Ken got up and swung his hips mutiple times toward Allan, "Nope. It is just... it is. Nothing weird."

Blood rose toward Allan's face. His face was very red like a lobster he frequently captured, "How the heck you are acting like this?!"

He strode toward the kitchen to pour himself some orange juice from upper cupboard. He felt like he could getting older by watching this whole damned presentation.

Ken lowered his back a little to adjust himself and arms were loosened. He stared at him with naughty objection and smug lips from afar.

Allan swore he hadn't seen that side of Ken before and it weakened him.

Ken strode to where Allan stood behind the kitchen countertop and their puffy chests pressed together.

"If you want... if you want to, we could try... together."

Allan spit the orange juice he was about to swallow, "WHA-WHAT?!?"

Ken swept the remaining tepid liquid by the back of his right hand, "You heard me, Allan."

Allan's anxienty shot to the roof, along with horniness he recently gained because oh wow, that unbuttoned polo shirt Ken was wearing was doing things to him, explainable and unexplainable.

Homosexuality got the best of him in the mist freakiest way ever known to the mankind of Barbiehood.

He knew admiration he held upward toward this specific and only Ken with blonde hair and often wearing varios kinds of hats was not merely some kind of patriotic admiration.

It was... sexually admiration, filled with nasty activities he would like to act upon and with, and that was with this Ken in front of him who kabedon Allan.

Ken lured both oh them into the living room as there was no time to reach bedroom when horniness took a tool of their bodies. Allan was sat on one of the couches with his legs exposed and crotch feeling tingle.

Ken noticed. He began to strip in front of the brown haired man who lost his sanity bit by bit. It started with the hat, he plunged it.

Then his polo shirt he tossed them wherever direction behind him, and finally, leaving him with just pants and pink boxer. 

The pants were lowered to the feet. Its buckle was loosened. Right at this moment, only his pink boxer with the word smacked "Kenvin Clen" on the very upper line of his hips.

His hands guided Allan's hand to his hips, "Slowly..." Ken's breath hitched with anticipation. 

Allan tugged the it slowly and it made Ken's penis sprung from the hood. He had noticed the bulge before which watered his mouth. 

Ken touched and guided Allan's nape. Allan's mouth with Ken's penis were very close, "Suck me." he pleaded.

Allan's tip tongue licked the hardened penis. Then his tongue wholeheartedly swirled on the clit and down to the shaft. He proceeded to swallow the whole penis, one hand tighten on the penis meanwhile the other hand cradled Ken's hips so he wouldn't fall.

Ken didn't expected- and anticipated this bewildering behavior coming from the significant one he had crush on beside her. His hands tightly gripped on Allan's shoulders, transfering his weight onto his partner.

Allan boobled up and down in ritme. The skin was thick and veins popped out. Considering how meek the skins of people, this was agonizing to swallow. He, however, keep sucking Ken's dick for a good five minutes of pleasure.

"Ah, ah, Allen- stop! Something likely will come- AH! Nhnghh~"

Ken came esthatically inside Allan's mouth as his partner swallowed the load. He slumpered onto the floor, limbs and knees were weaken. Allen laid on Ken and still held his partner, this time on the back.

"It is steamy here." he commented.

Allen snickered, "Sure it is."

Ken touched both of Allen's cheeks and caressed them like he never had done it before, which is precious, how meekly, the texture was kinda different from his own, even though they were made of plastic, not tarnished.

He kissed him in the mouth. Allan was surprised, but immediately adjusted to the pattern they scribbled. Ken opened his mouth when Allan's tongue permitted for an entrance. They sloppily french kissed that made Ken sprayed on the door, expectantly to be manhandled.

Allan plopped down, peppering kisses on Ken's blade shoulders, then down onto his pecs which was sexually addictive to be watchesd at. He groped them and his thumbs pressed on the nipples which made Ken gasped.

"Ah, Allan..."

He pledged for permittence of sexual act, "May i suck them?"

"Ye- yes. Yes, please, uhh~" he moaned shamelessly when Allen sucked on Ken's left nipple.

His nipples stood hard. Allan twirled them with his fingers them pinched them, "AH, NO! Was too much- hmmph!"

Allan kissed him again. Their lips were luster. 

"Salty..." Ken remarked how their last kiss tasted like.

"You doing good, Ken?"

"Yes... please, touch me down there too."

Allan's hand stroke Ken's penis in a moderate swiftness. Ken's arse jerked up as his partner keep jolting his penis in a way he admitted was fit to his liking as what they called him in the book as that "virgin".

This "virgin" didn't demand his partner with oppresive sources. Ken just liked feeling being pleased and pleasured- and pleasure his partner, but at this point even without him giving an oral to Allan, looked like Allan himself was pleasuring himself by giving Ken impulsive sexual pleasure.

His hips shook violently and arse jolted in the air when he erupted semen, "Oh~"

This made Allen shivered, undeniable positive. His mind racing with 1000 methods of releasing sexual urges. He wanted to do more. He wanted to do many things with and to Ken. 

Allan expanded Ken's legs and put them on his shoulders. Ken's butthole was throbbing and slick. He fingered him with two fingers, "Hnngh!" Ken whimpered audibly.

"Are you okay? Does this hurt you?" Allan asked, worried."

"No... Keep going, huft, mmm..." 

"I will insert my third finger now."

Ken's tongue grasped the air in the living room as he felt the third finger inserted. Both of his hands who were laying on the floor now on his thighs, helping Allan with the fingering.

He removed his fingers when his fingers felt, hopefully, his partner was loosened, capable for him to enthrust. Allan discarded his pants, leaving him the greyish black boxer he had been wearing this whole day. He got onto his feet, tossing his pants anywhere as he walked further to a wardrobe, "Please wait a minute."

He took something from the said wardrobe placed in living room. Click, was heard perched and buckled belt around his hips which lustered the glimpse of pleaded on Ken's swollen eyes.

Ken gulped. He was sexually intimidated. He was indeed had the real deal, real penis, but the one on Allan's... holy-

On his crotch, Allan wore a penis shaped like called strap-on dildo. Ken didn't know the name, but zero damned be given. He was horny and needed to be fucked right here and now.

Allan flaunted his strap with popped dots on it, perfect for creating friction. Its color was pink which was a plus for Ken.

"Love what you see?"

Ken nodded eagerly, "Please, have intercourse with me. Impregnate me, Allan~"

That plea crushed all the barrier Allan had ever built. He put pillows from a couch under Ken's arse and head to make him secured and not injured. He slicked good amount of vaseline to the dildo.

Allan positioned the tip in front of the Ken's gasped butthole. When he thought it was right, he pushed in his penis. Ken moaned, either in pleasure or rigor. He wished he got used to being dicked, but a man's hunch never betrayed his rocker body. His hunch already told him this would going to be rigorous, but again, zero damned be given.

He pushed in his penis deeper. Ken wiggled his hips as a confirmation for his partner to move.

Allan thrusted frantically. His arms managed to stake his weight and the movement. He thrusted in a little timid pace, but enough to send shivers into Ken's bowled stomach as his penis hit the interior of Ken's butthole throroughly and jolted the prostate gland menacingly. Real world bestowed Ken with g-point.

"Ah, Ken, hah...!"

"Hah, ah hah!"

Ken dug his nails on Allan's back. Ken's toes wrinkled. Allan's limbs pondered harder and harder of Ken's butthole, now without missing the sensation and it didn't overlap with previous tension. It just added to the wave of good feeling. He was about to come for the third time. He was really this horny, he thought rigid.

"Allan, i want to come again!"

"Me too!"

They both reached climax. The strap-on dildo sputtered sticky liquid, yet runny to be comparable with semen, inside the interior of Ken's butthole. Both of them were washed with satisfactory...

"I have a style i would like to try."

Ken pushed Allan to the floor. Right at this moment, who took over control was Ken. He jerked his hips when his butthole met with the tip of Allan's strap-on penis. He twerked his hips in the air, "Here i go." he said as he licked his lips in anticipation.

Ken bouched up and down nonchalantly. His sucked the penis like his butthole craved it. It got expanded by the fifth's thrust and somehow felt right, tights yet not dull to move freely. 

Ken rode Allan's penis- and he loved it, "Doing it with him who is a man is not bad at all." he said inwardly.

"This- hah, feels like rodeo! You know, rodeo? Allan, i am riding, ahah, so good... you like i- i am, hah, riding a horse!" he exclaimed hoarsely.

Allan followed with moans. His hands steadied on Ken's hips and his eyes fixates on Ken's.

Their bodies presumed that they were about to come. He bounced faster like tomorrow they couldn't have this again, which was most likely true. They had errands to do in Barbieland.

Ken finally came as his penis shot its load in the air, which splattered Ken's chest and Allen's face, "Ah~!" Ken prolonged.

He fell onto Allan's chest. He groped them for a second before he showed the glimpse of lust mirrored on his eyes and satisfactory in his face that was being expressed. His chin knitted on Allan's chest, sighed a pleasant nibble.

"That was very, very great, for me, Allan." 

Allan replied, "Me too. I am feeling the same."

Ken contemplated. His partner was truly romantically and sexually into him, the greatest Ken among Ken, which he found content with it. He began to imagine how did life would be like if he had chased and dated Allan instead.

"So, Allan, My Dear, would you accept my propound of our first date? Shall we realize it?"