Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 36: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Mutual consent!

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At Bradley’s words, a helpless groan rumbled out of Jean. His lust-filled eyes fluttered shut to Bradley’s disappointment. He loved looking into those eyes. Especially when they were filled with so much desire as they were that very moment. Anyway, he’d said it. The ball was in Jean’s court. After some seconds, which to Bradley seemed like hours, Jean opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on his.

“Is…is that what you want from me for your birthday?” Jean asked gruffly.

For a moment, Bradley looked confused. Then his eyes widened in comprehension when he remembered Jean’s earlier blank offer. He shook his head.

“This has nothing to do with that. You want to fuck me almost as much as I want you to. I need you badly, Jean. But I’m not going to hold that offer you made over your head. Do it if and only if you can do it for me. Just know that I need this, man.” Bradley’s fists clenched beside him, probably bracing himself for the rejection he knew was coming. “This is me begging.”

Jean licked suddenly dry lips. “Bradley…”

“Please. I just want to feel you inside me.” He sounded so desperate. “I’m not asking for anything apart from a quick fuck. Enter, pound me hard, and then pull out. Nothing more.” He whispered shakily. “Please.”

Jean stared at Bradley. He couldn’t believe the guy was literally begging to be stuffed. What surprised him, even more, was the fact that he had no intention of denying the man. It was his birthday for fuck’s sake. Besides, even though Bradley wasn’t holding him to his earlier offer, he did promise to give him anything within his power, right? And giving him a good fuck was definitely within his power. In fact, he was so aroused by the mere thought there was no way in hell he was going to say no to the hot man lying in his bed that very moment. Promise or no promise, Jean Broody never refused a good offer.

“You haven’t done this in years.” Jean rasped. He knew how important it was to prepare the back passage very well before penetration. He’d had his share of butt-fucking. But he really didn’t see himself preparing Bradley as he did his women. He was a guy. And much as he was all for a good fuck, he wasn’t ready to go that far with a guy. “If I’m to penetrate you, I have to…” Jean trailed off and stared at Bradley who looked like he knew exactly what Jean’s problem was.

Bradley was no fool. He knew what Jean was packing. He literally had it in his sights that very instant. He knew that he needed to be prepared. But he also knew the guy wasn’t gay so he couldn’t expect him to do that for him. He would have done it himself but apart from the fact that he didn’t want to give the man the chance to talk himself out of it, he didn’t want to shock or gross Jean out. He was only asking for a favour after all. No need to put the man through stuff that would make him uncomfortable.

“I’m good,” Bradley said calmly. “You don’t have to do that. I can handle it.”

“Ya think?” Jean’s brow raised.

“Listen, with the kind of pipe you’re carrying, there’s bound to be some pain,” Bradley muttered, remembering what he’d been told years ago; if you cannot handle pain, big dicks are not for you. “I’m ready for it, okay?” He didn’t mind some pain if it meant getting that glorious man-meat inside him, anyway. And he’d always needed it rough too. But Bradley didn’t tell Jean that. “Trust me, I’m good.”

“If you say so,” Jean murmured, surprised at the excitement that bubbled inside him. He cleared his throat. “You need to…err…need to get clean if we’re to have anal sex.”

“I am clean,” Bradley responded, thanking his stars for his colour. ‘Cause if it had been anything like Jean’s, he’d be as red as a lobster that instant. He understood Jean’s concerns. Although crazy, the man was still a medical person and some things were just to be expected of such a person. But he also didn’t miss the questionable look Jean threw at him, at his response. He obviously thought he’d planned… “I clean myself anytime I take a shower.” Bradley quickly explained.

Jean’s eyes widened. “Dude, it’s okay to douche once in a while but it’s not healthy to do it constantly because you kill the natural flora in your intestine. And that natural flora is what helps keep you healthy and fight off infections. You…”

“Can we not turn this into a health class please?” Bradley groaned, cutting Jean off. “It’s a habit. One I don’t think I can break. All that must concern you is that I’m clean. Now, are we going to do this or not?”

“Pushy aren’t we?” Jean drawled, getting to his feet. “Get out of the bed and strip.” Jean’s commanding tone sent delicious tingles down Bradley’s spine.

Bradley didn’t need to be told twice. He wanted to get things going before Jean changed his mind. But when he got to his feet, he swayed and would have fallen but for Jean’s arms.

“Fuck.” Bradley groaned, leaning against Jean. “My limbs feel like jelly.”

“Sure about that?” Jean had to make a conscious effort to sound normal because Bradley’s lips on his neck, though innocent, was causing havoc to his insides. “‘Cause what’s poking me right now doesn’t feel like jelly to me.” He murmured, silently screaming at himself to pull himself together and act like the dominant that he was.

“Very funny.” Bradley stepped back and began to strip.

Jean turned off the massage system and then pulled the plug. When the bed stopped vibrating, he went to the music console, punched in some numbers and then pressed select. 50 Cents’ ‘In Da Club’ instantly filled the room.

“Seriously?” Bradley muttered.

“Well, it’s your birthday isn’t it?” Jean deadpanned as he straightened and saw a completely naked Bradley. He had to stifle his groan of lust. Bradley's body was as fit as fuck. And those balls and cock… Damn! “And surely, you don’t expect me to fuck to classical music, do you?”

“When you put it that way…”

“Get on the bed. On all fours.” Jean instructed as he whipped off his towel. “Wait…” the look on his face was suddenly anything but sexual. “Can you do that? Get on all fours I mean.” That was the doctor talking.

“Yeah. I told you I hardly feel any pain.” Bradley got back on the bed.

Jean threw his towel onto the ottoman. What was about to happen was just sex, he told himself. There were no emotions attached so it wasn’t a big deal. He would fuck Bradley as a birthday present to the guy and then forget about it. Hopefully, fucking him would get the sexy soldier out of his system once and for all. Then he could comfortably go back to having mind-blowing sex with the ladies. As far as Jean was concerned, what was about to happen was merely an adventure.

He took a tube of cherry flavoured lube from a drawer and fixed a syringe-like applicator to the mouth. Then he grabbed a condom and then got onto the bed, behind Bradley. Immediately he did, Bradley dropped onto his elbows, pushed his knees apart, and then buried his face in a pillow. And in that position, his butt was elevated at an absolutely perfect angle for a cock to achieve maximum penetration. Jean stared. He felt his cock jerk and spit precum as he stared at Bradley’s salaciously skillful arch. The way that exposed hole twitched and winked at him made his dick react like an out-of-control kid in a candy store. Jean took in how tiny Bradley’s hole looked, and then looked at his own jerking cock and groaned. It was going to hurt real bad.

“You sure about this?” Jean breathed, silently urging himself to calm down.

“Just do it.” Came Bradley’s muffled voice, his entire body quivering in anticipation. He hadn’t realized how much he needed it. The wait was killing him.