Chapter 37: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Blowing his mind!

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Without another word, Jean rolled a condom over his cock and then lubed up, getting himself extra slick because he hadn’t opened Bradley up for his cock. When he was done, he grabbed Bradley’s arse cheeks in both hands and gave it a squeeze. He couldn’t stop his lustful moan. They were so firm and nice to the touch. He gave them a light slap just for good measure. If he’d been told just two months earlier that he would be caressing a man’s naked butt and actually liking it, he would have probably diagnosed whoever said that with clinical insanity. But there he was, rock hard and dying to pound the hot arse being offered so seductively to him by a male.

Jean felt the tension in Bradley and groaned low in his throat. It was only to be expected. No matter how much the man was begging to be stuffed, he hadn’t done anything like that in eleven years. He was bound to be a little terrified. He was only human.

“Relax,” Jean murmured, reaching for the lube.

Jean carefully inserted the thin lube applicator into Bradley and squeezed. Bradley jerked and whimpered when he felt the cold lube gush into his channel but his reaction didn’t stop Jean whose goal was to get Bradley as slick as possible for his cock. The discomfort from the cold lube would definitely be nothing, compared to the pain that was soon to follow. Jean squeezed more lube onto the hole before throwing the tube onto the bed. Then he placed his sheathed engorged cock along the cleft between Bradley’s arse cheeks and moved his hips gently, allowing his cock to slide up and down inside the cleft. Bradley’s moan was music to his ears.

“Yes…” The soldier breathed, feeling goosebumps break out all over his body. He couldn’t wait to feel that cock sliding into him. He remembered how he used to love the glorious feel of getting penetrated. “Do it.” Bradley whimpered when he felt Jean rubbing the head of his cock against his slick hole. Even through the latex, he could feel that ring at the tip of Jean’s cock. “Please…” A whispered plea filled with so much longing.

Bradley moaned and shivered with hunger and anticipation. Just the feel of Jean’s pierced cock at his entrance brought on sensations that he hadn’t felt in years. It felt so good he could feel his precum leaking steadily out of his rock-hard cock. Jean was definitely going to need a change of sheets if he planned on sleeping on dry ones that evening, Bradley thought. He pushed back against that hard flesh at his entrance, wanting it inside so bad. He planned on taking every inch of that beautiful cock even if it killed him. Although he dreaded the initial pain, he knew that the pleasure that would follow, would be worth it…he hoped.

“Don’t tease.” Bradley gasped. “Just do…”

“Shut up Bradley.” The deep timbre of Jean’s commanding voice sent bolts of excitement down Bradley’s spine. “If we’re going to do this, it’s going to be done my way and not yours. Now, brace yourself. This is going to hurt.” He almost chuckled when Bradley dropped his face back onto the pillow without another word.

With a hand on one firm cheek, Jean lined up his cock with the winking wet hole and began to slowly apply pressure. He didn’t miss Bradley’s muffled groan or the tight grip he had on the sheet. When Jean breached the tight ring, Bradley’s groans increased but to his credit, he neither flinched nor pushed away. He rather pushed out, enabling Jean’s fat pierced head to slip through. Jean heard the sound of tearing just as Bradley’s head came off the pillow to let out a pained cry.

“Brad…” Jean gasped shakily, the stranglehold Bradley’s arse ring had around the head of his cock generating such sharp pleasure he thought he would pass out. “Should I stop?” Jean thought he’d never asked a sillier question because the last thing he wanted to do that instant was to pull out of Bradley. But that involuntary cry of pain and the ripping of his sheets by Bradley’s clenched fingers said it all. His cock was bringing Bradley nothing but agony.

“Don’t stop.” Bradley’s hand shot back to grip Jean’s thigh, to keep him where he was. “Need you exactly where you are.” He couldn’t mask the pain in his voice. To him, it was a sweet, welcomed pain. His still hard cock attested to just how much he was getting off on having a cock inside him. “Keep going.” His entire body shook in agony and yet he knew he wouldn’t give up for the world. “I want this.”

“Then relax and let me in.” Jean rasped, praying for control. All he wanted to do at that point was to ram into Bradley’s tight heat. But he knew he had to take it slow. “Push back, come on…” He instructed in an unsteady voice. “Push back, Brad.”

“Oh fuck…” Bradley groaned when he began to slowly do as Jean had instructed. “Oh, shit…” He stopped pushing back.

Bradley’s natural instinct was to clench on Jean but he forced himself to relax his arse muscles. Apart from the fact that he hadn’t been prepared, the guy was huge. Much as he loved the pleasure-pain, he really thought it would be better if Jean took matters into his own hands.

“You going to give it to me or you want me to take it?” Asked the sexiest voice Bradley thought he’d ever heard.

“Take it.” Bradley breathed. “Just take…” His words turned into a wail when he felt his passage begin to stretch and fill with Jean’s cock. “Shit…” He gasped, trembling uncontrollably. That friction… That amazing friction that only a skillfully executed penetration could produce… “Ahh…” The line between pain and pleasure blurred. Bradley peered down between his legs and saw the string of precum that stayed connected between the tip of his cock and the sheet below. “Holy hell.” His entire body went instantly taut when he felt the head of Jean’s cock hit that spot inside him. “Oh yes…” Bradley gasped in wonderment.

That spot that generated sensations that never failed to drive him insane with pleasure… that spot that could make him forget his name… that spot that could send through him shockwaves so intense it was frightening sometimes… that spot that hadn’t been touched in eleven years… Bradley completely lost it.

“Fuck, ‘bouta nut…” Bradley gasped, totally stunned. “I’m fucking come…” He let out a loud, shock-filled cry as ropes of cum shot out onto the bed beneath him. Bradley kept crying out as he convulsed with the intensity of his orgasm.

Jean stared down at the writhing body of Bradley as uncontrollable moans fell from his own lips. The rhythmic tightening on his cock was killing him. He was being squeezed so tight he saw stars. He knew that if he didn’t exercise control, he would follow Bradley over the edge. Jean took deep breaths and tried to think of something that would take his mind off the exquisite feeling on his cock, hoping to hold off his own orgasm.

He was sure that but for his tight grip on Bradley’s hips, the man would have collapsed into his cum on the bed. Jean honestly didn’t think he’d ever seen anything more intense. And he hadn’t even given Bradley the full length of his cock yet. As he listened to Bradley’s cries and watched his sexy body shake, just one thought played in Jean’s head. Bradley did actually love to be fucked in the arse.

“Fuck.” Jean breathed as he stared. Well, he was going to give the soldier a fuck that he wasn’t ever going to forget, Jean vowed silently. And what better day to give a memorable fuck than on the man’s birthday? Let the fuck begin, Jean thought determinedly as he began to pull out of the tightest hole he’d ever had the privilege of fucking.