Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 41: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Succumbing!

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Jean went upstairs to quickly change into jeans and a t-shirt. After grabbing a tube of ointment and a glove, which he slipped into his pocket, he headed for the kitchen. He turned on the coffee maker and got himself a glass of juice and a slice of birthday cake which he ate whilst he waited for the coffee to brew. He knew that Bradley would want some coffee after his boozing spree. By the time the coffee was done, Jean had finished his juice and cake. He poured the coffee into a coffee pot, grabbed a mug, some sachets of brown sugar, and a teaspoon, and then left for Bradley’s room.

Bradley wasn’t in the room when Jean entered. But Jean could hear him brushing his teeth in the bathroom. He poured some coffee into the mug and then added a sachet of sugar. As he stirred it, Bradley entered the room in just a towel. The soldier would make it big if he became a model…preferably an underwear model, Jean couldn’t help but think. He had to stifle his groan of annoyance at his thoughts though. Just one fuck and he was suddenly aware of the soldier as if he were a hot female. That wasn’t good.

“Damn, that smells amazing,” Bradley murmured, heading directly for where Jean stood. He took the mug from Jean with a murmur of thanks and drank as if it wasn’t hot at all. “Fuck, I could kiss you right now.” He muttered when the mug came away from his lips. “I needed that.”

“Oh, hell no.” Jean drawled. “With no boobs and no pussy, your mouth is getting nowhere near mine.” He yawned as he took the empty mug from Bradley and placed it on the table.

“That was a figure of speech, asshole.” Bradley retorted, surprised at the unpleasant tightening inside his chest at Jean’s words. He already knew Jean liked women so those words shouldn’t have hurt but they did. “Damn, that coffee was hot.” He muttered, turning towards the closet. “Could you please pour me another whilst I find something to…”

“Hey, hold it,” Jean called out, taking the ointment and glove from his pocket. “I need to apply this to your sore hole before you wear anything.”

“Leave it on the bedside table. I’ll apply it myself later.” Bradley said as he reached for sweatpants.

“No,” Jean said firmly. “I will do it because you might not do a good job. Besides, I feel responsible.”

“I should know the way around my arse better than you, don’t you think?” Bradley snapped, whipping off his towel.

“Dude, I’ve been examining people around that area for years so… This shouldn’t take long.” But Bradley went right ahead to pull on the sweats, to Jean’s surprise. “Wait…are you shy?” Jean put on his best-puzzled look. “I’ve shaved you, remember? In my opinion, there’s nothing more intimate than that. I thought it was only kids who got shy.” He smirked. “How old are you again?” The challenge in Jean’s voice was clear.

“I’m not…what makes you think…” Bradley was too surprised and flustered by Jean’s words he couldn’t get his words straight. “You’re so silly.” He muttered as he jerkily took off the sweatpants. “You know, for someone who’s obsessed with boobs and pussy, you sure are showing a lot of interest in a man’s arse.” Bradley rasped as he headed for the bed. “How do you want me?”

Jean stilled. He hadn’t even thought of that. An image flashed through his mind of Bradley on all fours before him, his lower back arched sexily in a perfect angle, his exposed hungry winking star ready to be drilled by his equally hungry cock… Jean felt himself stiffen inside his jeans.

“On your back,” Jean said gruffly, reaching for a pillow. He sure as fuck wouldn’t be able to concentrate if Bradley assumed that same position he had the day before, up in his bedroom.

Bradley got on his back as he’d been told, watching Jean with wary eyes the entire time. When Jean pushed the pillow beneath his arse to help elevate it, Bradley couldn’t suppress his groan of embarrassment. It was one thing exposing himself wantonly when he was drunk on lust and wanted a fuck. And it was completely another thing, baring everything to another person whilst clear-headed. By the time Jean uncapped the tube of ointment and pulled the glove over his hand, Bradley’s arm was firmly across his eyes.

Jean couldn’t help but notice how tensed Bradley looked. He sat on the bed and squeezed a generous amount of ointment onto his gloved fingers. “Spread ‘em.” He did a perfect imitation of a police officer, which didn’t fail to crack Bradley up, just as he’d hoped.

“You’re a fool, you know that?” Bradley laughed but didn’t take his arm off his eyes.

“Yeah, this fool wants you to show him your poop portal.”

“Jesus, Jean…”

“Would you prefer turd cutter?” Jean laughed, rubbing the ointment on his fingertips.

“Just stop talking, asshole,” Bradley growled as he grudgingly bent his knees.

“An asshole getting ready to explore a real asshole. How poetic.” Jean muttered. “Ooooh, there it is…”

“Jean…”

“Alright, no more talking.” Jean chuckled. At least Bradley was no longer tense. “Tell me if I’m being too rough,” Jean said as he touched Bradley on the arse. The soldier instantly tensed up again. “Relax, Brad. My dick was bigger.”

“Fuck you,” Bradley muttered.

Jean began by gently using his index and middle fingertips to knead Bradley’s perineum, rubbing the ointment around any spot he thought could be inflamed. As he rubbed, he felt Bradley begin to relax and open his legs wider. After he’d given the area around his hole enough attention, he squeezed out more ointment and went to work on the puckered rosette. At the first touch, it twitched so sexily Jean felt his mouth water. He wondered how it would feel like to lick that star. Fuck, he needed to concentrate on what he was doing and stop thinking silly thoughts, Jean scolded himself.

Bradley wasn’t having it any easier. He cursed silently when he felt himself begin to get hard, thanks to Jean’s gentle ministrations. There was something about the way Jean was taking his time to massage his hole that really turned him on. He tried to think about stuff that would take his mind off the sweet sensations being generated from Jean’s fingers but his brain wouldn’t cooperate.

When Jean heard the faint moan from Bradley, he raised his head to check whether Bradley was watching him but his eyes landed, instead, on the soldier’s rock-hard cock, lying against his flat belly.

“Shit!” Jean whispered, feeling his own cock jerk inside his jeans. With his free hand, he quickly adjust himself, thankful that Bradley still had his arm over his eyes and therefore couldn’t see his unprofessional behaviour.

Determined to concentrate on the task at hand, Jean ignored his traitorous cock and stroked Bradley’s anal opening in circular motions. He was particularly fascinated with the hole he was about to breach. It looked so inviting. It was almost as if it was beckoning to him, to dip in and explore. Jean took more ointment and then finally, slowly penetrated the tight warmth with his very slick forefinger. The moan that fell out of Bradley’s lips was so sexy Jean had to bite his lip to stop his own. He stilled his finger, allowing Bradley’s anal sphincters the chance to become accustomed to his presence.

Bradley’s entire being, at that moment, was connected to that finger inside him. It felt so good he couldn’t even feel any pain. His body trembled as pleasure flooded him. He could feel himself spiraling dangerously out of control so he began to take deep breaths. What was it about Jean Broody that always made him act like a starved whore, Bradley wondered as he fought for control. It was almost as if he had no control where the sexy doctor was concerned. He gave a helpless whimper when he felt that familiar delicious tingle down his spine that usually heralded his orgasm. All he wanted to do was fuck himself on that thick finger inside him but he remained still, in order not to trigger his orgasm. He couldn’t, however, suppress his moans of pleasure.

Jean began to move his finger along the walls, making sure that as much as possible, he could rub the ointment everywhere. As he stroked, Bradley’s moans increased. Those erotic sounds made Jean want to give Bradley more pleasure. On his back with his knees bent, legs wide opened with ecstatic cries spilling involuntarily from his sexy lips, Bradley Jackson was sexy as all fuck, Jean couldn’t help but acknowledge.

When his eyes fell on Bradley’s jerking cock, his mouth watered as he watched the precum ooze out of its beautiful, brownish-pink head. Jean wondered how it would feel like to have that flesh in his mouth. Then he wondered how Bradley would taste like. He knew that sometimes a man’s cum tasted like whatever they’d taken in. Would Bradley’s taste like whiskey? Jean smiled at that thought. After all, he’d downed an entire bottle. Well, there was only one way to find out. And as if he was having an out-of-body experience, Jean Broody grabbed a man’s granite hard cock, leaned down, and closed his curious mouth around its leaking head.