Chapter 17: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Sub vibes!
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The only time Jean had climaxed from a blowjob, he’d been a teen. And that had been the very first time he’d gotten his cock inside a warm mouth. He enjoyed blowjobs but didn’t orgasm from them no matter how skillful the giver was. He just didn’t. Well, Bradley had blown him away…pun intended. Jean had never felt anything like what he’d just felt. He’d been around…at least he thought he had but had never been that blown away by a mouth on his cock. Jean’s senses reeled. His grunts of pleasure filled the room. Intense spasms rocked his body till he had no more to give. His grip on Bradley’s head loosened eventually, allowing Bradley to pull back and take a deep breath.
That had been a good one, Bradley thought as he took in gulps of air. Finally, he curled a hand around the still hard shaft, loving the feel of the warm, firm flesh in his hand. Then slowly and with rapt focus, he stroked it from base to the ridge under the head. He played with the ring for a bit before his mouth went back to the super-sensitive tip to suck as if he expected more cum to spill out. Unfortunately, allowing Jean to come down his throat meant he hadn’t had the pleasure of tasting his cum. And Bradley really needed to have a taste. Till he did, he had no intention of leaving Jean alone.
“Shiiiit…” Jean gave a helpless moan when he felt Bradley’s warm mouth on his balls.
Bradley tongued all around those balls, getting them very wet. Then he took each ball into his mouth for about a minute to suck on it. From the sounds coming from the doctor, Bradley knew he wasn’t the only one enjoying what he was doing. But what he was doing wasn’t for Jean. It was for himself. It was for his sanity. He needed to do it. It felt good doing what he was doing. Bradley felt like a reformed addict who’d had a relapse. He just couldn’t bring himself to stop. His own erection raged hard between his thighs, spilling so much precum into his sweats. From the tension within him and the pressure in his balls, he knew he was going to burst real soon. And he knew exactly what he needed to get him that release.
Bradley moved back up to take that mushroomed knob into his mouth and sucked hard even as his hand moved up and down the shaft in a quick rhythmic motion. With his other hand, he grabbed the wet balls and gave them soft tugs. He would pause to flick the tip of his tongue against that nerve-packed, rough seam on the underside of the head, move his lower lip back and forth over that seam, tease at the piercing, or gently slap the cock on his tongue, and then go back to sucking on the sensitive head.
“Christ!” Jean choked out. His entire life was focused between his legs in that moment. Surely nothing could ever feel better than Bradley’s mouth.
When Jean felt that familiar tingle along his spine so soon after his release, a cry filled with shock and ecstasy left his lips. His eyes moved down to watch Bradley work his cock. Jean took in the contrast between their complexions, those erotic sounds spilling out of Bradley, the sheer lust on Bradley’s sweet face, and that genuine enthusiasm… which for Jean, was the biggest turn-on, and thought it was the sexiest fucking sight he’d ever seen in his entire life. He couldn’t look anywhere else but at that mouth and that face completely lost in passion. Jean’s entire body began to tremble when he felt the beginnings of his second orgasm. This time, his hands move down to cup Bradley’s face.
Jean couldn’t have described the feeling inside if he’d been asked to. And when he felt the hand on his balls move down to his taint and begin to exert firm pressure, Jean broke out in sweat. The sudden fiery sensation that slammed through him, stole his breath. Then came the clamp. It was like nothing Jean had ever felt before. He didn’t know what it was…whether it was Bradley’s lips or his hand. All he felt was an exquisite tightness around the ring beneath his crown, and then a hard suction on the head of his cock. His body immediately locked into that moment of exquisite tautness that came before release…
“Fuuuuck!” Jean let out an ecstatic roar as he exploded with a force that surpassed his earlier orgasm.
And when the first shot hit Bradley’s tongue, he erupted inside his sweats, his body convulsing even as he drank Jean’s offering. With a blissed-out look on his face, he sucked Jean until he stopped spurting, swallowing every drop. And even when Jean couldn’t give anymore, Bradley kept licking as if he had a lollipop in his mouth. When Jean’s body eventually went limp, Bradley allowed him to fall from his mouth with a wet sound that wasn’t any less erotic. Then finally, he glanced up and locked eyes with Jean. Neither said a word. They just stared at each other. Bradley’s eyes were filled with satisfaction but in addition to that, there was shame, fear, regret, and wretchedness. Jean’s eyes, on the other hand, held a lot of questions. But he didn’t have to be a genius to know the answers. It was there in black and white.
Jean had felt it when Bradley had reached completion. He’d been lost in his own release at the time but he hadn’t missed the telltale signs when Bradley had orgasmed. That involuntary gasp, the tightening of his grip on him, the rhythmic convulsions, the blissed-out look on his face… It had been a powerful orgasm and an absolutely enthralling sight, Jean couldn’t help but acknowledge. He also knew that never in a million years would a straight man, orgasm just from blowing another. Hell, a straight man wouldn’t have even come near his cock. In fact, as a dominant, Jean knew a submissive when he saw one. Bradley had sucked him off like a well-trained submissive. There had been eager gratitude, deep throating, and verbal appreciation, which were the mark of a good cocksucker. The eye contact had been absent but he had a feeling Bradley had made a conscious effort not to look at him.
The truth was staring Jean in the face. Not only was Bradley gay, but during that blowjob, the guy had sub written all over him. One would think it was strange for a badass such as Bradley, to act submissive. But Jean wasn’t too shocked because he knew that for some people, acting submissive in the bedroom was an escape from the intense nature of their everyday life. In the case of Bradley, it could be an escape from the severity of his job. The ecstasy that had been etched on Bradley’s face as he sucked him off, showed he wasn’t new to giving pleasure. And what a skill… Jean had been blown away by the intensity of pleasure Bradley had bestowed on him. He’d actually come twice within mere minutes, from a blowjob.
Damn! If that wasn’t shocking, Jean didn’t know what else was. He was shaken by what had happened. And although it was obvious to Jean that Bradley was just as shaken, he didn’t miss the look on the hunky soldier’s face; Bradley was disgusted with himself. The realization shocked Jean because to him, being gay or submissive was nothing to be ashamed of. It was wrong for Bradley to feel that way, Jean thought with a frown.
Bradley saw the frown on Jean’s face and just knew he was going to pay big for what he’d done. He knew he’d crossed a line that he should never have allowed himself to cross. But the harm had already been done. There was nothing he could do about it. He slowly rose to his feet. Then without another look at Jean, he grabbed the burner phone from the bed and left.
For a long time, Jean simply stared at the closed door. He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t even feel drunk anymore. He felt shaken inside. He’d just had his very first sexual encounter with a man. And if he was honest with himself, that man had just put all those female mouths to shame. That had been hands down his best blowjob ever. Damn! But Jean couldn’t get that haunted look on Bradley’s face out of his mind. Why did he look so scared and wretched? There was nothing wrong with being gay. Why should a strong person such as Bradley show such raw emotion?
Maybe he was terrified that Jean was going to out him. That was it, Jean concluded. Bradley was scared. But why should he be scared though, Jean wondered. After all, being gay was no longer a big deal in the military. Right? Jean let out a deep sigh. He needed to reassure Bradley that he didn’t have anything to worry about, where he was concerned. That wasn’t his story to tell. It was the least he could do for a guy who had rocked his world like never before.
With a groan, Jean jumped out of bed. After making a quick dash to the bathroom, he left for Bradley’s room.