Chapter 28: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Sweet release!

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Jean stared down at Bradley. He didn’t need to look down at himself to see how hard he was. The look on Bradley’s face… He’d never seen anything so blatantly sensual. That sound of stroking was so erotic it made Jean’s mouth water. He wanted to turn his head and look at Bradley’s hand at work but he just couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from those eyes. Bradley’s eyes looked dilated, unfocused, and absolutely hot. When out of his peripheral vision Jean saw Bradley’s hand move off the bed, he finally succeeded in looking away from those captivating eyes.

He watched as Bradley cupped his huge balls and began to knead them as he stroked. The erotic sounds that fell out of Bradley’s mouth sent a shiver of excitement down Jean’s spine. He moaned low in his throat when he saw Bradley’s drooling cock. He felt his mouth water as he stared at that string of precum in a state of hypnotic bliss. That, to Jean, was a man’s ultimate show of excitement. He thought it was…beautiful.

“Jean?” Jean heard Bradley’s voice. It sounded almost as if he was in pain.

Jean swallowed hard and tore his eyes off Bradley’s cock with difficulty. When he met Bradley’s gaze again, his knees nearly buckled. Jean didn’t think he could have accurately described the emotion in those eyes if he’d been asked to. His eyes dropped to Bradley’s mouth when he began to speak.

“Please…give me your cock.” He whimpered. “My mouth…put it in my mouth. Please.”

Jean stared at that mouth. He wanted to taste it. He wanted to kiss Bradley. And that scared the shit out of him. He kept staring at it.

“Please Jean.” Bradley pleaded, looking at Jean. He noticed how Jean was staring at his mouth with such longing and wondered for a second whether the man wanted to kiss him. Bradley would have loved a kiss at that moment but he was sure Jean wouldn’t give him that. Well, he desperately needed that magnificent cock in his mouth. “Give it to me, please.” He pleaded as he bent his knees and spread his legs. He was close. So close. But he needed a push.

Bradley moaned when Jean began to unzip his Jeans. He already knew that Jean was commando beneath that jeans. He licked his lips in anticipation when that beautiful, big, pierced cock popped free. It was so wet at the tip one would have thought Jean had intentionally poured lube on that cockhead.

Jean moved closer to Bradley’s head, his erect pulsing cock leading the way. At that point, they both wanted the same thing. One wanted a warm mouth on his dick and the other wanted a dick in his hungry mouth. Both men let out guttural moans immediately Bradley closed his mouth around Jean’s mushroomed head. And when Bradley began to suck hard like a starved baby at its mother’s nipple, Jean thought he would die of pleasure. Groaning in pure bliss, Jean’s head dropped back in ecstatic abandon as he gave himself over to the sweet sensation of Bradley’s mouth.

“Holy hell…” Jean’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. “So good…”

Bradley’s mouth felt even better than he remembered, Jean thought as his hand went to the back of Bradley’s head. He crouched low and began to thrust slowly into that wet heat. Every time he sank deep, to the back of Bradley’s throat, the soldier would swallow around him and hum. It felt so amazing Jean quickened his pace. The sound his cock made as it slid in and out of Bradley’s wet mouth, and the feel of that powerful suction on his cock was so mind-numbingly good Jean had a desperate urge to slide deep into Bradley through a place hotter, tighter, sweeter and deeper than Bradley’s mouth, till he pumped him full of his cum. The need within was so strong he had to make a conscious effort not to pull out of that sweet mouth and demand the ultimate…Bradley’s arse.

“Shit.” Jean shook his head and swore at the inappropriate thoughts and raunchy images that assailed his mind but they wouldn’t go away. He looked down at the man giving him mind-blowing pleasure and found Bradley’s eyes on his, hungry and seducing. Their pleasure reflected in each other’s eyes. “Brad…” Jean whispered shakily. It was almost as if Bradley was looking into his very soul, asking him to let go. Jean could feel the pressure in his balls…could feel the inevitable explosion dancing along his spine…could feel himself trembling with blissful tension. “Oh god…” The feel of that mouth sucking him so expertly and the erotic images of Bradley impaled on his cock, bucking, twisting and screaming his pleasure as he fucked deep into him was too much. “Ahh…I’m gonna blow…” He grunted just to warn Bradley. But his orgasm was upon him before he could even think of pulling out of that sweet hot mouth. “Fuuuuck…” Jean cried out as he erupted into Bradley’s mouth, his body convulsing rhythmically as Bradley milked his cock with his relentless suction.

And just as had happened the first time he’d blown Jean, at the first taste of Jean’s cum, Bradley began to shoot his load. He came hard. His eyes fluttered shut on their own accord as ropes of cum shot out of his cock. Some went above his head to hit the headboard; other shots covered his face, chin, and then his t-shirt as the strength of his climax waned. The ecstatic grunts of both men filled the room as their orgasms washed over them. Bradley wanted to feel and taste every drop of Jean’s cum so he sucked hard on the swollen head as it spammed and spat jet after jet into his hungry mouth.

Jean leaned over Bradley when his legs threatened to buckle under him, his entire body shaking with aftershocks. After a long moment, Jean moved off Bradley. But instead of moving away from the bed, he sat on the edge and looked down at Bradley, who stared right back. This time though, his eyes were not filled with the shame and wretchedness it had after their first encounter. Jean was happy with that. He reached out to tenderly wipe off the cum that had gathered on one of Bradley’s eyelids, with his thumb. He didn’t want it getting into Bradley’s eye.

“That was a lot of cum.” Jean murmured as his eyes trailed down Bradley’s body.

Bradley shrugged. “I have huge balls. What did you expect?”

“I should have known.” Jean nodded. “This was supposed to be for you.” He rasped. “You didn’t have to…” He pointed at his own spent cock.

“I needed to.” Bradley croaked, the faraway look in his eye indicating that he was somewhere else…remembering. “I told you I get more pleasure when I’m giving it. Wend…” He trailed off when Jean abruptly stood up and began to walk away from him. Was it something he’d said, Bradley wondered, confused.

Jean roughly yanked open a drawer that contained towels. He didn’t understand why the fact that Bradley was obviously thinking about his dead lover at that point, pissed him off. That feeling didn’t make sense to him since he and Bradley were not together in that way. Something was seriously wrong with him he thought as he pulled out a towel and threw it over his shoulder at Bradley. He closed the drawer and then zipped himself up.

“I’ll be downstairs.” With that, Jean left the room.