Kink

by Amperage

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asa/amperage/kink.php
Summary: Jack learns what kink means with Daniel

Daniel's eyes are closed when he slides his ass down on my cock. His hands push hard against my shoulders as he squats down on me, his knees going up against my armpits. It's good. He's good. Hot and dripping with lube and enclosing and throbbing with his own heartbeat. A beautiful, muscled man slipping down, impaling himself on my cock, eyes screwed tightly shut, mouth twisted with intense concentration and anticipation. It's the face of a kid on a roller coaster, afraid to look, knowing the thrill that will come once the car starts down the hill.

And it's good and hot and Daniel covers me completely, sits on me. He opens his mouth and finally takes a long breath, a gasp. "Oh god." He mutters. He's speaking English today. That's good. Sometimes I get German or Dutch or Arabic or Abydonian or Basque. "Oh God."

His eyes pop open, the beautiful blue, Dutch eyes of his mother and his grandfather and he stares at me intently for a moment. I stare back with the big brown eyes of my mutt mother who claims Scotch but has a half-a-dozen other groups floating in her veins. We do not speak, but he is so tight and so hot and I can feel every pulse of his body like electricity.

Daniel adjusts his position, now that he is on me, now that he covers me, now that I am rammed tight inside him and begins the fucking proper.

He rocks when he fucks me like this. Rocks against the big leather chair I lounge in, starts moving. It's heaven, it's nirvana, it's Valhalla, it's every paradise promised to a warrior: Daniel rocking in and out of me.

His eyes close again as his hand slips down to his own cock and he begins to jack himself off.

In 4 years of fucking, I have never been allowed to touch Daniel's cock.

Daniel is the kinkiest sonofabitch I have ever known.

I have fucked men who wanted whips and chains and ropes and handcuffs. I have fucked women who wanted feathers and lace and bathtubs full of suds. I have pissed on men, I have had my boots washed by eager tongues and seen those for whom the best orgasms included being pierced by a needle that was at least a foot long.

But Daniel's simple act of wanting a guy's cock up his ass is the kinkiest thing I have ever seen.

I'm bi. I know I'm bi. I have always loved the shape of a guy's ass, the broad width of male shoulders and the beauty of flat muscled stomachs.

But then, I've always loved the soft roundness of a woman's belly and breasts, the curve of her hips, the soft gentleness of her skin.

I love the feeling of pussy as I push into the warm, wet center of her and feel her body pressed against my own. I love the feeling of a cock ramming into me as I grunt and push and the electricity shoots through me with every thrust.

I love having tongues on my cock, I love taking men and women and fucking them through the mattress.

Daniel is so not bi. I doubt he has ever glanced at a Marine and wondered what the guy looked like in the showers. But Daniel comes hardest, best, easiest with a guy's cock rammed up his ass while he jacks himself off.

Daniel likes woman, he likes them exclusively, he loves their movements, their bodies, their voices. He lusts after them.

But he learned to come from this.

This fucking, this rough and heavy fucking with men.

I can't ask. He wouldn't tell me.

I've checked. His personnel record is silent. Catherine Langford knows, I think. She got some sections of Daniel's records classified so deep that only she and maybe Hammond know.

Kink.

I close my eyes and slip into bliss as Daniel slips and slides and is hot around me, as his body moves against me and I move against him and he uses his own hand to bring himself to the edge. I let him fuck me. I think about the last time, two weeks ago; how he came into the house and I pushed him against a wall, and then ripped his pants off. How I shoved my fingers up his ass to lube him and then fucked him hard, my hand twining through his hair, holding his head down against a counter, while I thrust into him as deep and fast as I could.

I feel my body moving towards the edge and I give into it, I feel myself slipping and my body convulsing and it is so fucking good I can't think, can't breath and every tendril of air is static and crackles and I gasp as I come and shoot and thrust and come and come and come and my breath is sideways. And. And And.

Daniel presses his ass against my limp dick as I relax against the leather chair, spent and sensitive and exhausted. He presses and pulls hard on his own dick. "Come damn it." I tell him, I growl. This is one thing I can say, the only thing I can do, can say, only time I am allowed to speak.

Daniel obeys, spectacularly. He complies gasping and crying and his cock spurts cum between us in a conspicuous show, face screwed tight and red. He gasps and arches and then slumps down. He slides down my leg onto the ottoman and tumbles to the floor.

We're both quiet for a minute, recovering.

"That was good." Daniel tells me.

"Really good." I answer.

He smiles blissfully. "I'm gonna' shower and get changed, go to bed."

"Yeah. I'll see you in the morning."

"Yeah." Daniel sighs contentedly, struggles up to a sit, and grabs his clothes. "I want it from behind next time. Hands and knees."

"How about against the dining room table?" Doggie style is fuckin' hard on my knees.

Daniel rolls his eyes. "Yeah. That sounds good." He agrees. "Just hard. Okay?"

"I can do that." I agree easily. Daniel heads up to my spare bedroom while I try to gather myself together and reflect on the odd vagaries of life and unexpected pleasures.