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Among the many books Ken had acquired during his trip to the real world, they taught them about patriarchy, men’s rights and most importantly, horses. There was much to learn about being a man, it seemed, and all the Kens were all eager students. Just the fact that a Ken could ride a horse was such a grand revelation that many Kens cried of joy upon learning this. In one of the books they even vaguely learned about the practicalities of procreation, which with their current equipment they deemed impossible but still exciting. Instead they opted for foot massage, which was a new form of pleasure no Ken had ever experienced before and was thought to be equally satisfying and intimate.
But one book was not like the others, instead of depicting Ken (men) and Barbie (women) holding each other, it was instead full of pictures of men in sensual positions with other men. It was quite scandalous, but nonetheless intriguing for the curious Kens. It was called “The secret life of men” and taught them many new words like “Grindr”- which seemed to be some kind of online chat hub where Kens could meet other Kens, “Bear”- which apparently was a Ken with beard and “Twink”- which seemed to be a Ken who acted like Allan. In that book they also learned about “Pride”- some sort of celebration of the union of two Barbies or two Kens and people changing between being a Ken or a Barbie or something in between, and “Stonewall”- which seemed to be an important wall. Because apparently, they read, in the land of America a Ken could enter a marriage with another Ken. And what better way was there to celebrate patriarchy than for two Ken’s to form an union! This was quickly written into the new constitution they were preparing, as it was thought to strengthen patriarchy as a whole. They no longer needed Barbies to marry and own property!
The only one who didn’t seem particularly shocked about this revelation was Allan, who weirdly enough didn’t seem equally thrilled about patriarchy. Although they did catch him reading through the book in secret.
A late night at the Mojo Dojo Casa house, a few of the Kens were discussing their new revelations.
“So, two men can have a house and horses together? For their entire life. No Barbie?” Ken asked, in utter disbelief.
Ken, who'd been sitting with the book splayed out on in his lap, looked up. “Yes, apparently it was often practiced, most famously in the mountains of Brokeback.”
The Kens “Wow”-ed.
The concept of “gay” of course sparked another type of curiosity among the Kens, because in the book’s things were mentioned that that previous books had failed to mention: sexual acts without the need for procreation or insertion.
“The act of frotting is when men rub their p-... genitals together,” Ken read out loud, fascinated and strangely a bit embarrassed. It was a whole new world of information for them. The Kens present hummed approvingly, trying to imagine how that would feel like.
“Is it possible to still wear a hat?” Ken asked, dressed in his favourite cowboy hat.
Ken, with the book still in hand, squinted at the text. Although hats were not depicted in the graphic drawings in the books, other clothes were sometimes used. “I think hats are optional,” he finally decided.
“There is also oral sex,” Ken began. Looking closely, he wondered how that would work with their equipment. The other Kens scooted closer to also look at the pictures.
Throughout discussion, Ken’s gaze had been fixed on Ken and when their discussion started to dive into NSFW territories, his eyes turned heated. Ken hadn’t noticed at all. That's when he got an idea. Ken grabbed a second beer and offered it to Ken, but when Ken reached his arm out to take it, he grabbed his hand and smoothly pulled him close. Mouth hot against Ken’s ear.
“Should we try,” Ken whispered into his ear.
“Try what?” Ken asked, heart thumping loudly in his chest.
“The things from the book.”
Ken looked at the book, then back at Ken.
“Yes,” he agreed, excited.
Together they made their way to the top floor, where the bed was located. Apparently a bed was not a requirement, but recommended for maximal pleasure. Ken removed his t-shirt while Ken removed his pants. The nude blob was lit up by the pale light. Suddenly heated, they helped each other remove the remaining clothes, hands exploring each other’s bodies.
“Ken?”
“Yes?” Ken responded through a shuddering breath. He looked so sexy like this in front of him, toned muscles and skin smooth. Of course he had seen Ken shirtless when they were beaching eachother off at the beach, but never fully nude. Kens mouth watered. His smooth groin looked enticing in the neon light. He wanted to lick it. Taste it.
Ken was pushed down on the bed, knees pressed up to his chest as Ken howered over him. Both beginners at kissing, their mouths crashed into each other in a toothy kiss, tongues swirling around each other, uncoordinated. It took a moment for them to find a rhythm, and when they did, kissing was suddenly very pleasurable. Ken moaned softly as they explored each other's mouths, licking, nibbling and tasting. Ken's hands roamed his tanned body, stroking and groping while Ken’s hands latched onto his hair.
Lost in the kiss it took a while for Ken to remember what they were planning. But when he did, he reluctantly broke the kiss. Underneath him, Ken already looked out of it: eyes blown wide, mouth wet and flushed and hair messy. Giving him one last kiss, Ken crawled down until his face was hovering above Ken’s smooth groin, Ken’s legs thrown quickly manoeuvred to rest on his shoulders.
“Can I?” Ken asked, not really knowing what he was asking for.
“Yes, whatever it is, yes,” Ken responded, voice still breathy.
When Ken pushed his nose into the soft skin, the scent of soap and musk entered his nostrils. Ken could feel his stomach grow hot when Ken lifted his hips to push closer to his face to help him. Then he started to lick, aimlessly tasting the hot skin in long, indulgent strokes. It tasted salty and musky, and Ken hummed appreciatively. Ken glanced down curiously down on him, until his eyes suddenly widened and he threw his head back moaning, his legs twitched and thighs tightened around Ken’s head. That's how he realised he found the right spot and he instantly started to lick more enthusiastically, reliching in the soft sounds he drew out of Ken.
Noticing the soft skin under him was slightly harder, Ken realised there must be some spot on him as well that felt the same, and while not stopping his licking, one of his hands found its way down to his own groin and he started to rub the slightly harder spot. Ken gasped when he found it, his teeths accidentally scraping against Ken’s skin in the process making him whimper and beg for more. Ken wanted to give him more. He wanted them both to have more.
Determined, he pushed himself up to over over Ken again, his thighs pushed against his stomach, legs still over his shoulder. He kissed Ken softly before he pushed down his nude groin against Ken’s and started grinding, a wave of unknown pleasure immediately flooding his senses. It was like he was on fire, every nerve prickling in anticipation centered where skin met skin. Ken moaned under him, trying to meet his movements but failing due to his position, thighs locked between them and hands uselessly scratching Ken’s back.
Although the smooth bulge was slightly wet from his spit, Ken felt like he needed more glide to fully move the way he wanted. That’s when he saw it.
“Wait… ah,” Ken murmured before grabbing some body lotion from the bedside table, almost bending Ken in half in the process, and messily spread it out between them. Cold and wet against their hot skin, Ken shivered. Now the glide was easier and Ken increased his speed and strength, grinding hard and fast down on the hot bulge. Ken groaned when he could feel he hit the spot and tried to find that on Ken as well, knowing he succeeded when Ken mewled under him. They were on fire, Ken had never experienced something similar before. It was like he was getting close to something, striving for a goal he previously didn’t know existed. But it was there, dancing before his lustful eyes, daring him to follow.
Ken knew he had to continue, grinding hard and fast against Ken's smooth slick skin. Ken grabbed onto Ken’s hair and pulled him up until their mouths clashed again, messy and wet while Ken kept his pace, the wet sound echoing between the open houses along with their moaning. Shamelessly letting the Barbieland- No, the Kendom - know what possibilities they had before them.
Suddenly a wave rippled through Ken, making him shake and whimper as blinding pleasure ripped through him like an unstoppable force. His hips stuttered and Ken under him must’ve experienced the same, because he started to whimper and squirm in his hold as his legs were shaking. Ken felt shaky as well, he almost saw white for every wave pushing through him like an inevitable tide, breaking any defence. It was almost scary how good it felt. They both moaned helplessly, holding onto each other like an anchor while their minds were clouded with lust. Ken's grinding grew erratic before he bonelessly fell down on Ken, whose chest was heaving and eyes glazed over.
Mindlessly, Ken nipped a bit on Ken’s nipples, drawing out an overstimulated whimper as his legs twitched, hips weakly thrusting upwards against Ken’s stomach. Never again did he think he could leave Ken’s hot chest again, his legs felt weak and he twitched when the aftershocks hit him. This was the first time in his life that he felt this soft and malleable, like the sand on the beach they shaped into castles.
“What was that?” Ken asked, finally coherent enough to form a sentence.
“I don’t know,” Ken tried to remember what he read, but his mind was muddled. “An organism, I think?
“An organism,” Ken repeated, voice soft and dreamy. “I want that again.”
Ken hummed in agreement and although they were tired and weak, their brain’s were brimming with new ideas and fantasies. The box of Pandora had opened before them and they would never, never go back.
The morning after the Kens, who’d apparently intensively listened in on their nightly adventure, cornered them before they could even have their breakfast. They were unusually tired, as their night had continued for another round when the two Kens could finally move again, although that time in a new position. Too excited about the new discovery to rest.
The group of Kens looked serious, as they led the two Kens to the Mojo Dojo Casa house’s couches, where some Kens were already seated. Surprisingly, even Allans was there, standing awkwardly in the corner. No Barbies were present, not even for serving them drinks or snacks, for this was a matter of only Kens.
A Ken took the lead, seated in a big buzzing massage chair his voice vibrated slightly as he started the hearing. “Was it- and I need you to take this question very seriously- better than foot massage?” Ken asked, notepad in hand, although it was doubtful if he could even write anything the way he was shaking from the intense massage. A few of the other Kens also bought paper, treating it as an investigation. Some of them would probably talk about it in their podcasts, a hobby that had gotten increasingly popular amongst the Kens. Allan was weirdly flushed in his face.
The two Ken’s smiled against each other, eyes knowing before they turned to their audience.
“Oh, it was so much better than a foot massage,” Ken said confidently and the Ken’s looked up in disbelief. “I might even dare to say, this new discovery trumps male horseback riding.”
Nothing in Kendom had been the same since then.
[Note from the real world: the “Frotting Ken with built-in moans” with the slogan “This Ken goes down on you” did not reach stores and the sudden commercial had to be deleted from every corner of the internet and treated as a unfortunate error before they got sued by an angry parents mob]