Hunger Unleashed [Man X Man]

Chapter 6: When suppressed desires explode...the talk!

Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson

Pix of a troubled Bradley as he watched Jean enter his room

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Bradley felt numb. After getting cleaned up, he'd moved as if in a trance to sit on his bed with his back against the headboard. He sat with one foot on the rug in front of the bed and the other planted onto the bed with an arm across his knee. He couldn't turn off the condemning voice in his mind. And he couldn't help but acknowledge that everything the voice said was the truth. He was a dirty little faggot who was going to burn in hell. His father's voice raised until it reached a crescendo. There was no escape. Bradley listened over and over till he heard a knock on his door. He raised his head when his door opened to reveal a somber looking Jean.

The doctor stood at the door for a full minute, just looking at Bradley. Maybe he was about to get his wish, Bradley thought. Jean was going to kick him out. He had every reason to. Bradley wouldn't blame him at all. What he'd done to Jean was wrong. It had been without his consent and Jean could take him on if he wanted to. Maybe for the sake of Ty, he would merely kick him out and leave it at that. He'd wanted to push Jean to kick him out but not this way. He watched as Jean came in and sat on the bed, facing him. Bradley said the first thing that came to mind;

"I'm sorry." He said quietly.

But Jean shrugged indifferently. "I'm not. You forget that you could catch that herpes though." He said casually. "You need to get tested."

If Jean's aim was to get some sort of laughter from Bradley, it didn't work. The distraught soldier merely stared at him.

"Why didn't you stop me?" Bradley whispered.

Jean threw up his hands. "I was drunk."

"Really? That's what you're going with? Drunk?"

"But I was. Well, up to a point." Jean ran his fingers through his dark hair. "That was...that was..." He trailed off with a sigh and then threw his hands up in the air. "Remember what I said about two mouths being better than one during a blowjob?" Bradley didn't look like he was about to answer that question so Jean went on; "Well, turns out some mouths are better than two. That was off the fucking charts."

The look on Bradley's face as he stared at Jean was a cross between shock and confusion. "Shouldn't you be...angry or something?" Bradley frowned. "Do you get blown by guys all the time?"

"No, I don't get blown by guys. I've never even touched another man sexually before." Jean responded quietly. "I don't do guys. But I was very horny, thanks to you. And drunk. That's a killer combination, dude. There was no way I could have stopped you. Why did you do it?"

Bradley groaned and closed his eyes. "I saw you lying there...so hard, so ready..." He swallowed hard as he recalled the sight of Jean stroking himself. "I couldn't help myself." He whispered. "I just had to have you in my mouth."

"Well, it was...I really can't find the words." Jean gave an exaggerated sigh. "Let's just say you do your initials great justice." He drawled. "Did you go out of your way to study how to..."

"Dude! I'm a guy. I know what feels good. It's not rocket science." Bradley told the lie so smoothly he almost believed it himself. No need to tell Jean that indeed, he'd been taught the fine art of giving head. At least there was some truth in what he'd told Jean. "Even an inexperienced teenaged boy can outperform a forty-year-old woman who considers herself a pro. Just saying." He shrugged.