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Ken - The Ken Ryker Story This story is the property of sinbad1@usa.net Please do not re-distribute this story without my e-mail reference and website address. This story comes from the October 1998 edition of Sinbad's House my free site at http://www.dreamlands.net/freepage/sinbadshouse/index.html (Why not visit me on the web). Chapter One Ken was the new kid in town. He had moved to California from Texas only a few days before and had stepped into the gym where I trained asking to join. The first time I laid eyes on him I knew there was something special about the guy …young, tall and muscular with just a hint of boyish charm. Michael the gym owner had told Ken to use the place free of charge for a week. If he liked the atmosphere and got along with the other members, he could then join as a regular member. It was a trick Michael employed to weed out the unworthy clients. Those who didn't utilize the full free week weren't usually suitable as regular members. Michael prided himself on running a tight place with good staff, equipment and clients. Since both of Ken and I liked training immediately after work, we sort of got to know each other and helped the other out when no one else was around. Training together we gradually became good friends and in no time we were joking as if we had been bosom buddies since childhood. Not long after we meet and became friends, I got the shock of my life one night after training. It was the first time I saw Ken naked in the shower, I was blown away. The guy was humongous, he had the biggest dick I'd ever seen and had balls to match. The beautiful sight gave me an instantaneous erection and I quickly had to turn the hot water to cold to keep my cock down. Being uncertain of whether Ken was gay or straight forced me to play it cool, I didn't think the shower stall of the gym was the right place to discover his sexual identity. All I remember of the evening was that I rushed home and wanked myself off no fewer than 3 times, simply thinking about his huge dick. As the days passed and our friendship grew, I gradually became more accustomed to being in his company and even got used to the sight of his big dick hanging between his legs without getting an instant hardon every time we hit the showers. One Friday night after a real hard workout we were standing in the change rooms towelling ourselves dry, when Ken stopped and stood fully naked before me. His cock was semi-hard and I tried to avert my eyes from the beautiful shaft. "Hey buddy, have you got any plans for this evening", he asked. I was silent for a few moments and then said, "No, not really". "How about we go grab something to eat". "I've heard there's a real good Mexican place around the corner from my apartment, how about we give it a try" "Sure, why not", I said. "It's Friday night and I ain't got anything else planned". We continued to dry off and dress. I couldn't help but watch from the corner of my eye as Ken shoved his semi-hard cock into an undersized jock strap. The bulge it created was a sight to behold that didn't disappear when he slipped on a pair of shorts. My sensors were going berserk and I wondered if he'd noticed that I was getting a hardon. In the car park, Ken suggested that I follow his pick-up to his apartment. "We can park outside my apartment and walk to the restaurant from there". I agree and followed diligently behind as he drove through the Street of Parkside. His apartment was really close to the gym because he was soon indicating that we should turn off into a side street and park against the curb. As I parked, I noticed Ken walking towards my car. As I cut the engine, he peered in the window and asked if I had anything off value that I wanted to stow in his apartment. His crotch was directly in my face and I stuttered a little, as I said no. Over dinner I found out a lot about Ken. He said he'd come to California as a means of getting away from a possessive girlfriend who had wanted to settle down and get married. He told me that he wanted to see the world and enjoy life a little before he got stuck with a wife, a mortgage and kids. He hadn't gone to college and had worked as a manual labourer since graduating from high school. He enjoyed working with his hands and the outdoors. The meal was soon over and it was time to think about moving on. We joked as we walked back towards our cars and at one point he got me in a headlock because he didn't like a joke I'd made. It wasn't serious, he was merely having some fun. I joined in on his charade playing a helpless victim. By the time we arrived at our cars we were both roaring with laughter. As I unlocked the door to my car, Ken came up close beside me and asked if I'd like to come up for a beer. "Do you have to leave", he said. "I don't really feel like go up to my empty apartment alone." "Since arriving in this city, you’re the first person I've met who I can talk and joke with". I felt sorry for the guy, he seemed real lonely. It couldn't hurt keeping him company for a while, even if nothing was going to happen between us. Chapter Two Ken's apartment was small but clean and tidy. He had set up his double bed near the fireplace and I wondered if it had been out of necessity or comfort. He told me to take a seat and proceeded to light the firewood he had already stacked in the hearth. "I hope you don't mind my bed being in the centre of my living room but I put it here when I first moved in and I like the security it gives on these cold winter nights". "Since I currently don't have a warm body to lay beside me at night, the fire keeps me company". "No, it doesn't bother me", I said. "I fact it sounds like a great idea maybe I should do the same". "Since my partner left 3 months ago, I've often had that same feeling of loneliness as I sleep". Ken asked what I'd like to drink and I said that a beer would be fine. As he went to the kitchen to get the beers, I asked him where his toilet was. He popped his head around the corner and pointed and the door closest to me. When I returned, I found that Ken had changed into a pair of loose fitting boxer shorts and a flannel shirt that he had left unbuttoned. He must have sensed my surprise. "I can change back if you feel uncomfortable", he said. "No, this is your house, you can dress as you like". "At home I often walk around with a lot less on". As we sat talking, I couldn't help but notice that the head of Ken's big dick was poking out the edge of his shorts. The sight made me get hard but I continued to play it cool. I didn't want to embarrass the guy. Furthermore, I like the free show. It would give me something to think about when I got home later on Ken began to ask about my partner and why she'd left. As soon as he uttered the word 'she' I knew I'd have to tell him I was gay. "Before, I tell you", I said. "I think there is something you should know first. My partner was a guy not a girl, you see I'm gay. If you want me to leave, I'll understand". Ken began to laugh. "Why should you have to leave", he said. "Your sexuality, doesn't change the person you are …in fact, I sort of guessed you where soon after meeting you". I stuttered, "BUT HOW? I've tried very hard not to give you any impression of whether I was straight or gay". "Ah, that's just it", he said. "You tried too hard. Let me give you a tip Anthony, straight guy's do stare at each other's cocks and sometimes even make comment's or jokes about each other's tool. I'm used to being called …horsedick, stallion and salami to name but a few. I sort of guessed you were either very shy or gay". I stared at him dumb founded. Ken stood and walked towards me. "I know you want to see my cock", said Ken. "So here have a good look". With that Ken moved the cuff of his shorts and exposed himself to me. I stared at the huge monster and my mouth began to salivate. "You can touch it if you want", he said "It's okay with me buddy". At that my hand moved as if on auto-pilot to his thick shaft and I slowly ran my fingers along its length. As I wanked him off, Ken began to harden. "Yeah, that's it buddy, get me nice and hard". The shaft grew and grew and soon I had some ten inches of hard flesh sliding through my hand. I asked Ken if I could suck on the head. "Sounds okay to me", he said. My lips slowly encircled the crown and I began to bath it with my saliva. Over and over again my tongue licked the soft tip. I could taste his manly fluids and it drove me wild. Gently, I eased my mouth along the thick rod and slowly coated it in a layer of saliva. The thick cock was stretching my mouth to its limits but I wasn't satisfied I wanted more. Up and down the rod I moved pushing it further and further inside me. With each inward stroke the head of Ken's cock pushed itself deeper into my throat. I used all my energy to relax my throat muscles so I wouldn't gag. Up, down, up, down I moved over and over again, slowly bringing Ken closer and closer to an explosion. As I sucked on his dick, Ken smiled down at me. "My shy man likes big dick, I see", and with that he placed his hands on the back of my head and slowly began to take charge. He rhythmically thrust his cock in and out of my open mouth making sure that the head repeatedly sank into my hungry throat. In, out, in, out he moved, his movements going deeper and deeper. I could feel the huge shaft pulse as I was face fucked. "I hope your ready for a big load", said Ken. "I haven't cum in a week". As he finished his sentence, I felt the first jet of hot liquid hit the back of my throat. Jet after jet of creaming cum shot into me and I hungrily drank it as fast as I could. Over and over again he pumped his cum into me, it took Ken some 2 minutes to be fully spent. My gullet felt wonderfully full with his precious load and I cleaned him up. Slowly Ken pulled me to my feet and we kissed. His tongue darted in and out of my oral cavity searching for tiny specks of his love juices. "Thanks buddy", he said. "I really needed that". I smiled and said, "no problems, anytime you need a blow job it's fine with me." Ken sat back on the edge of the coffee table and proceeded to pummel my crotch. "So Anthony, how about giving me a closer look at your cock". He quickly unzipped my fly and pulled my stiff rod from my underwear. He spat on his hand and began to wank me off. "You won't mind if I have a little taste", he said. I smiled and pushed the shaft towards his open mouth. He took the full shaft in one go and happily impaled himself repeatedly on the rod. Each inward stroke caused my balls to slam hard into his chin. The kid obviously liked it a little rough and I willingly obliged. In, out, in, out I slid gradually working myself up to an explosion. As I got closer, I tried to ease Ken temporarily off my cock but he wouldn't have a bar of it. The further I moved away from his open mouth, the further forward he lent to counteract my movements, until finally he placed his two muscular hands on my arse and pulled me deep into his open throat. I instantaneously began to cum, my juices sliding directly into Ken's waiting stomach. Eventually my ejaculations ceased and I slowly sank to the floor between his open legs. I kissed him passionately as we held each other's body tightly against each other. "Okay", I said. "I want to know the truth are you gay or straight.” Ken laughed and said, "I don't know. I like sex with both men and women. Maybe I'm neither, but bisexual. Part of the reason for coming to California was to find out who and what I am.” Chapter Three Ken kissed me once more and then walked me towards his bed. He stripped out of his clothes and lay on the flat surface urging me to join him. I quickly removed my clothes and stood beside the bed so he could admire my many hours in the gym. His hand reached for my hard cock and he pulled me on top of him. "God, I love a hard bodied man", he said. "An even more so when he has a good sized dick between his legs". I couldn't help but smirk at him. I reached down between our two bodies and wrapped my hand around his hard dick. "I don't think I come even close to this monster", I said. "Maybe not", said Ken. "But you're larger than most guys and besides, I don't think I could handle anyone larger than you in my arse". I looked at him kind of strangely. "You mean to tell me that with a cock like this you also take dick up the arse?" "Sure, if I'm with the right person. I like being fucked as much as being the fucker.” "And am I the right person", I asked. Ken smiled and said, "Would you be in this bed if you weren't?". I kissed him and slowly began to work my mouth over his smooth body. First the nipples, then the abs and finally his cock. I gave him a quick blow job before proceeding to his balls and then his arsehole. I licked at the puckered surface watching it react to my tongue. I gently probed him with the wet surface of my tongue and listened to his soft moans of delight. Over and over again I rimmed his hole getting him both wet and horny. My fingers also came to the entrance and I teased him with their touch. "Yeah, that it", screamed Ken. "Work my arsehole buddy". I slowly pressed my fingers inside and worked them in and out of the tight opening. Ken's legs moved wide to give me better access. In, out, in, out they moved over and over again. As I fingered him I slipped his hard dick into my waiting mouth once more. The guy was in heaven pleading with me to never stop. He reached to the bedside table and extracted some condoms. Quickly he ripped open the packet and handed it to me. "PLEASE, FUCK ME", he said. Watching the guy gyrate on my fingers made me hot. I quickly unrolled the condom onto my hard cock and brought it to Ken's opening. I rested the tip against his hole and let him suffer for a few moments. Ken's arsehole sensing what lay outside began to open and draw the head of my cock inside. I slowly pushed forward sinking the hard shaft deeper and deeper into the tight tunnel, until eventually I was fully within. Ken's muscular legs wrapped themselves around my waist and he told me to fuck him. At first I took it very slowly as I didn't want to hurt the guy but he loosened up very quickly and I was soon pounding him with my full 7 1/2 inches over and over again. He continually moaned as I fucked his tight hole urging me to fuck harder and deeper. In, out, in, out I moved slowly bringing myself to a climax. As I got closer and closer to the edge I couldn't help but slam myself repeatedly into the stud. He seemed not to mind and in fact enjoyed the treatment. As hot liquid began to spew from my cock I felt Ken press me deep into his body, I lent forward and began to kiss him as I waited for my ejaculations to cease. We lay in each other's arms for what seemed ages my cock still buried deep in his hole. After resting for a while, I proceeded to lift myself out of his body. I unrolled the condom and brought the cum coated shaft to Ken's mouth. He happily cleaned my cock as I fucked his mouth a few times. "Okay big guy", I said. "Now it's time for the real fun to start". "How much is this huge cock of yours going to hurt me." Ken looked into my face and said, "Hopefully not at all. I want to take you real slow and make you enjoy the experience". He returned his mouth to my crotch and sucked on my balls slowly working his way under my arse and to my hole. He teased my opening with his firm tongue coating me continuously in a film of saliva. I straddled his face and gave him easier access to my arse. The guy was a pro, he rimmed me with style and passion. In and out his tongue moved over and over again making me cry with pleasure. "Yeah Buddy, work my arse good and proper", I screamed. As he continued his attack, my mouth began to bite into the flesh of his ravioli abs whilst my hand stroked his cock, just enough to keep him hard and on the edge. Ken slowly began to insert his fingers into my moist hole, fingering me repeatedly. They work themselves in and out, gradually opened my entrance wider and wider. I could feel his four fingers ramming me repeatedly. I bit harder into his flesh and he eased up on his attack. Again his mouth came to the opening bathing the flesh with his saliva. The rimming and fisting continued in an endless cycle for some 10 minutes before Ken reach toward his dresser and removed a small tube of gel. He squeezed a small amount onto his fingertips and worked the liquid into me. The cool gel brought me momentary relief but it soon passed. Ken reached for a condom and handed it to me. "How about dressing my friend for me", he asked. I willingly obliged and ripped the packet open. I put the coiled object on the head of his cock and slowly unravelled the thin rubber membrane onto the fully erect shaft. The condom was stretched tightly over the shaft and gave it a fuller appearance. I ran my hand over the erect rod squeezing it at the base. Ken moaned and handed me the gel. "Don't use too much", he said. "I want you to feel my cock pounding you". I massaged the gel into the condom-coated cock and then rested on all fours as Ken slide from underneath me. He knelt at my arse and ran his muscular hand down my spine until it rested at my opening. He slowly inserted his fingers into me once more and gently finger fucked me to be certain I was loose and ready to take his huge cock. "Are you ready", Ken asked. I said, "As ready as I'll ever be". I felt the head of Ken's cock brush against the entrance and momentarily stop at my outer lip. My hole opened instantaneously to encase the fat cock head, god it felt good. Slowly Ken began push himself into me, opening me further and further as the thick shaft drilled it's way into me. Once he had got a good length of dick inside, he began to slowly rock himself in and out of me so that my tight tunnel became covered in gel. Each inward stroke caused the thick shaft to sink further and further inside. "Oh man, I feel so full". "Fuck me Ken, fuck me with your big dick". The stud answered my plea and began to pound me in earnest. I started to scream at the combination of pain and pleasure, he was hitting places within me which had never felt a man's dick before. I fell onto my elbows and buried by face in the bed's surface. Again and again he fucked me, sliding himself further and further into my tight tunnel. One of his hands moved from my waist to me shoulder and as he pounded into me he pulled me back onto his cock. Further into me he moved and I screamed even louder. The attack continued repeatedly for some five minutes and then suddenly I began to feel Ken's rod expanding within my hole as it began to pulse. My screams were joined by his moans as he began to shoot. As jet after jet of hot cum streamed form his shaft he continued to bury his cock deeper within me. Each inward stroke milking a fresh jet of cum from the heavy tool, until finally he was fully spent. He collapsed on top of me causing my body to buckle under his mass. We lay wrapped in each other's arms for ages and I felt him slowly soften within me. "Now that's what I call a real fuck", I said. I rolled Ken onto his back and lay on top of him, we kissed and must have dozed off because when I awoke my watch said 1 o'clock. I got off the stud and searched around the floor for my clothes. As I put on my jocks I looked towards Ken and noticed that he was smiling at me. "What's wrong", I asked. "You’re leaving aren't you", he said. "Well …I was thinking of making a move". "Why, do you want me to stay?" "If you don't mind, I'd like to think that I could wake up in the morning and find you lying beside me. We could then continue our fuck session into the morning". I smiled and walked towards him, lying beside his body. He scooped me into his strong arms and held me tightly against his body. "I hope I didn't hurt you", he said. "No, not really". "But you’re going to have to fuck me a few more times if you want me to become truly accustomed to your huge cock. He kissed me and said, "I'm certain that can be arranged". Ken began to remove my underwear and played with my cock once more. We fucked each other once more before falling asleep. This story is the property of sinbad1@usa.net