Cause I Just Like the Word Kinky

Disclaimer: HA! I am sooooooooooooooo not that creative!

Fucking.

He couldn't comprehend it.

No matter how much he thought of the matter (which was a lot) Ichigo just couldn't understand why somebody would want to be bend over a hard object, say….like a desk, and then be impaled with another hard object, say… like a vibrator, or maybe even something more real, up the butt.

It just didn't make sense.

Excepally since it hurt.

He knew that it did from his experiences of boyhood when his friends would stick a finger up his butt to scare him (which he admits did scare the crap out of him).

And that was only ONE finger.

And now being a grown adult male….if 17 counts…he knew that the size of a dick was much larger than that.

In some cases much larger.

So he just could not understand why some men just begged to be fucked up the ass, or spanked, or paddled, or whatever other kinky things one could think of.

Of course one might be wondering why Kurosaki Ichigo, a perfectly straight male, was thinking of two men fucking.

Who knew that his sweet little innocent sister, Yuzu, would read about such things?

When asked about it all she said was, "I read it for the romance." This didn't convince Ichigo one bit.

"If you read it for the romance why is there men fu- making love with each other on every other page?"

"Well that is how men show there passion! They get physical, come on onii-chan I thought you would know that with all the 'talking' you do with your fists, it is the same thing is it not?"

And with that she walked away before her onii-chan could say another word.

This incident happened about half a year ago and he thought he had rid of the thoughts until he met

…..that man.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

Yes, that's right, KUCHIKI.

As in his best friends older brother. His violent best friend's older brother. His violent best friend who would without a doubt kill him if she ever found out that Ichigo wanted to mess with her precious onii-chan…not that he wanted to mess with him of course.

Just…well he didn't really know what he wanted.

But he knew he didn't just want to mess with the man. And as a few weeks went by he became surer of that fact.

Which in his opinion royally sucked because even if he did admit to the fact that he thought Byakuya sexy, and dark, and mysterious, and handsome, and powerful, and just flat out dreamy, he did not want to think about himself being bent over some hard surface and then having something big, long, and wet shoved up his ass.

He just couldn't! And god knows he could not think about fucking Byakuya, that was so very wrong

.…..but having Byakuya fuck him would be….

'NO! I did NOT just THINK THAT!' Ichigo tried shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts but the picture of him being bent over a des-

'NO! STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!'

Ichigo liked to believe that he was straight as can be (even though he already admitted to liking a man) but maybe he just liked him.

Maybe he was taking this all out of proportion because of that stupid book he found of Yuzu's.

Maybe he didn't really like like the man.

But just simply liked him.

As a friend.

Maybe that was it.

Probably was.

No, had to be, right?

He couldn't possible like like a man if the thought of fucking a man disgusted him, right?

Right.

Not to mention touching another man.

Or even kissing another man.

No, these things all disgusted him.

Then again the thought of touching Byakuya, or kissing Byakuya made him almost disoriented. But in a good way. A very good way.

"Maybe too good," he thought while looking down at the stiffness between his legs. Ichigo sighed for about the hundredth time that night while trying to complete his homework.

Now knowing that this was impossible, he decided he was going to take a shower, a cold shower, and finally go to bed after running around all day fighting hollows, trying to listen in school, but also thinking about…

…..that man…

…all at the same time.

These things all put together put a very big toll on Ichigo and he finally got up to go take his shower.

His cold shower.

Very cold.

Hopeing he would not think about anything else until the next day.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::So! This is pretty much my first time writing…..well anything. I have never even had a journal or a diary before and I am more of a reader, not a writer. And I also skip almost every essay we have to do for English class. Bad habit, I know. Anyways….as you might have read already I am not very creative and I really don't know where to go on from here. I just all of a sudden out of nowhere thought of this little piece of writing when I was reading porn. Sherlock Holmes porn to be exact. A beautiful story written by Dollymop. Which I thought was bloody f-ing brilliant since it is 31 chapters long and has very little plot. I mean that is pretty impressive. I have no idea why I thought of this while I was reading her story but I did and actually wrote it down. And put it on here. And I am super nervous! If anybody reads this and decides to leave a comment don't be afraid to suggest some type of story. I don't just want to write porn by itself (HA!). Well, not yet anyway. I would like to start off with a story. And since I have an impossible dirty mind, sex will just end up happening. Man smex. So please review, tell me what you thought so far, any mistakes?, or suggestings for the future!