my saliva to lube up his already pretty slick cock. I then massaged a couple of my own fingers into my ass to prepare it for the missile that was about to fire in. I wrapped my legs around Ken’s back and locked them around to the top of his ass to support myself and free up his hands. He took over ass-prep duty and inserted two of his own fingers into my rectum and began pumping rigorously.

He then placed one hand on each ass cheek and pulled them apart. He angled the head of his cock right up to my asshole, letting his foreskin tickle the sensitive area between my cheeks for a moment before he eased himself in. I tried helplessly to stifle my scream as the tip of his massive dick plunged into me. We both stopped breathing for a moment, hoping that no one had heard my cry.

Once the head of Ken’s rocket was in me, he wasted no time in filling me up with the rest of him. He moved his cock in me very slowly, but the sheer girth of his manhood made the sensation somewhat unpleasant. At first, I wanted to ask him to stop, but as I began to relax my body started to accommodate him more comfortably. Soon his cock was completely buried deep in my ass. He worked me over in long, gradual strokes, nearly pulling all the way out before plunging his way back in again. He was exercising care, but wasn’t showing me too much consideration. He knew he was huge and he liked it.

His right hand slapped a quick spank against the outside of my right hip. The expression on his face intensified as we both started feeling the pleasure from this mind-blowing fuck. Ken’s pace began to pick up and his strokes shortened as he started moving in and out a little faster.

His hands, which had been alternating between holding a leveraging point on my hips and rubbing my chest and abs now made their way to my cock. I had to spread my own arms wide and grip the rickety folding table to stabilize our pounding bodies.

He took a grip on my dick like a vice. Furiously, he torqued my cock up and down in his fist while his gigantic member rode faster and faster in and out of my ass. I wanted to cry out in ecstasy at the overwhelming sensation but I had to struggle to quiet myself in the little laundry room. I could see that Ken, too, was fighting back the urge to let loose with uncontrollable moaning.

As Ken’s pace accelerated even further, I was no longer able to balance us myself. He had to let go of my cock to put his hands on my hips again. Not wanted to let the sensation of his aggressive handwork subside, I started jacking off my own dick. Ken's man-weapon was now going in and out of my ass like a piledriver. Earlier, he had shown me some tentative caution. That caution was now thrown to the wind as he slammed into me, driving me backward and nearly lifting the entire folding table off the floor. The front legs of the table began rattling and screeching against the tile as Ken’s furious pounding dislodged the table and began sliding it across the room.

I tried to thrust my ass upwards to meet the angry pounding of his cock. But the instability of