Chapter 38: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When desires explode… More than he bargained for!

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Jean began at a gentle pace, pushing in and out slowly to experience all the completely different sensations that Bradley’s tight channel had to offer. Because Bradley hadn’t been penetrated in a long while, Jean refrained from giving him the full length of his cock. After leisurely exploring and marveling over how exquisite it felt to be inside Bradley, Jean shifted into high gear, giving Bradley everything from deep slow passionate thrusts to out-of-control primal pounding accompanied by growls, grunts, and groans. His cock vigorously massaged and worked that sweet spot embedded inside Bradley, to the fullest.

With impassioned cries, Bradley rocked back against Jean, meeting his thrusts no matter how hard he pounded into him. He bucked and twisted at the sweet battering his button was receiving, screaming and moaning his pleasure as he begged and even taunted Jean at some points, for more. The picture they made and the sounds that fell out of their mouths, could only be described as erotic poetry in motion. It was a perfect sexual harmony of two males joined together as one sexual union. They fucked! Pure and simple.

For Bradley, it was like riding a bike. All he had to do was get on the bike to remember what to do. Impaled on Jean’s cock, he went ballistic in the most sexual way. He lost count of the number of orgasms he had. Jean kept sending him into the realm of ecstasy. And if Jean’s groans were anything to go by, his mind was blown as well in a way he’d never expected, Bradley thought with satisfaction. He felt so much pride and joy inside, for giving Jean pleasure.

“Shit…” Jean gasped when Bradley began to gyrate against him. He stopped moving and just stared at the sexy arse, completely floored by the erotic movement. Bradley worked his arse like nothing he’d ever seen…and he’d seen a lot. The way he threw that arse back against him… It was so fucking hot. “Damn.”

“You feel so good.” Bradley gasped, fucking himself on the big cock inside him. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

Bradley couldn’t help but think he’d never had a more powerful fucking in his life. It was nothing like he remembered from his childhood. Jean’s strokes, stamina, and skill were way beyond what he remembered ever receiving. Maybe he was older now and so could feel more. Maybe Jean was just a skillful lover. Maybe it was the excitement of getting buttfucked again after such a long time. Bradley didn’t know why and didn’t care. All he knew was that the sensations slamming into his body were unbelievably amazing.

The chemistry between them was raw and brutal. Bradley could, at some points, hear himself moan in a pitch that men just didn’t do. He knew he was going to be damned mortified at his wanton behaviour after their encounter. But at that very moment, he didn’t care. He simply forgot about everything and lost himself in sensation. He was on cloud nine. And he never wanted to get down from there. To Bradley, Jean had outdone himself. Surely, nothing could top what the man had done so far…right?

Bradley got the shock of his life.

“Don’t stop please.” Bradley gasped when he felt Jean suddenly pull out of him at a point. They’d been lying on their sides with Jean spooned behind Bradley, slowly fucking the breath out of him.

“Ready for what’s coming?” Jean rasped as he pushed Bradley back onto his knees.

“Bring it.” Bradley breathed as he dropped his upper body onto the bed, opening himself to Jean. He sensed rather than saw Jean squeeze lube onto his cock.

They’d been fucking for hours. Jean had already changed condoms twice after two intense orgasms. Bradley never knew he could actually envy a latex. He wished he’d been pumped full of all that cum and not some latex. But beggars couldn’t be choosers, right? At some point during their fuckfest, Jean had decided to get him off his knees by giving him some pretty hot sidesplitting, just to give his knees some relief. Bradley felt that was so thoughtful of Jean. Jean hadn’t initiated the missionary position or directed Bradley to be on top because he obviously didn’t want the intimacy that went with those positions. Bradley understood him perfectly.

“Sure?” Jean grunted as he got behind Bradley. He planted a foot each on either side of Bradley and crouched low as if he were about to do some squats. He gripped each of Bradley’s arse cheeks in each hand and held them apart. He’d decided to finally give Bradley the full length of his cock because after going at it for hours, he felt that Bradley was open enough to take him fully. Jean pressed the broad head of his lubricated cock against Bradley. “Relax.” He instructed sexily as he began to push forward, his eyes fixed on where the two of them joined. “Here we go…” Like most men, there was nothing he enjoyed more than watching his cock disappear into a willing hole. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.” Jean sounded almost drunk. He began you moan deep in his throat when he felt himself go so deep it almost felt as if he was entering a second hole beyond.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” Bradley chanted as he felt Jean sliding into him, tunneling deeper and deeper in a seemingly endless, pleasure-pain-filled glide. It finally dawned on him that Jean had been holding back all that while. “Shit.” He whimpered shakily when he finally felt the gentle slap of Jean’s balls against him. Jean was so deep inside him it almost felt as if he was rearranging his insides. He could have sworn the man’s dick was all the way inside his stomach. He felt some pain but he also felt pleasure so intense his eyes rolled back into his head. “Oh my god…” He had all of Jean…every inch, inside him. Bradley loved it.

“Are you okay?” Jean asked softly as he caressed Bradley’s buns. When Bradley didn’t answer, Jean wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him up so that Bradley’s back was against his front. “Hey,” he murmured into Bradley’s ear. “Talk to me.” For the first time since they started fucking, Jean reached down and touched Bradley’s cock just to know whether he was still into what was happening. Bradley was hard as steel. But Jean still asked… “Are you okay?”

“You…you’re so deep.” Bradley breathed shakily, his eyes tightly shut. “Oh God, I feel so fucking full with you.” He whimpered as his fingers moved onto his nipples to twist and pull. “Fuck me.” He whispered. “Give it to me hard.” Then he bent forward till his upper body touched the bed again.

Jean didn’t think he’d seen a sexier human being. Before he knew what he was doing, he was bending over Bradley and dropping kisses onto his back. By the fifth kiss, he became conscious of what he was doing and quickly moved off Bradley. Jean was so shocked at himself, he stayed still till Bradley began to rock against him. It was only then that Jean began to move. And he did just as the birthday boy had instructed. He gave Bradley a deep-dicking in a pace so fast Bradley was reduced to a quivering mess.

“Oh yes, like that…please don’t stop.” Bradley virtually sobbed as he rocked back against Jean, meeting him thrust for thrust and grunt for grunt. Jean fucked him really hard, really deep and really fast, hitting all the right spots inside him. “God…” Bradley felt as if he was about to explode inside. He found Jean’s prowess and skills so incredible. Even the rhythmic sensation of Jean’s balls smacking against his super sensitive taint was not only hypnotic, it felt unbelievably amazing. “You fuck me so good...” Bradley cried shamelessly. At that moment, he had completely become nothing more than a vessel for Jean’s cock. “Please…please…” It felt so good his ecstatic cries reached a crescendo.

“Fuuuuck…” Jean cried out as he pounded into Bradley, his head thrown back in blissful abandon, his body dripping wet.

“Oh shit, right there…right there…” Bradley cried, his entire body trembling as he fucked back against Jean. “So good.” His moans and cries of pleasure were music to Jean’s ears.

There was nothing a dominant loved more than hearing the cries of the one they're dicking. Those sounds were like an aphrodisiac to a dominant. Jean wasn’t any different. He couldn’t help the swell of pride within on hearing just how much Bradley was enjoying the fuck. He glanced down at the man impaled on his cock. And that was when Jean saw it; all that cream on his sheathed cock… It was almost as if he was churning butter.

“Fuck…” Jean breathed, transfixed. He’d read somewhere that the only time an arse could cream during anal sex was when the one fucking, owned that arse and fucked it right, and the one taking it was mentally relaxed and loving that cock. It was such an enthralling sight Jean wished he could film it. “Is this what you want?” He rasped, not stopping his brutal thrusts for even a second. “Answer me. Is this…”

“Yes…yes…” Bradley sobbed. “This is what I want.”