Hunger Unleashed [Man X Man]

Chapter 11: When suppressed desires explode...the afternoon after!

Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson

Pix: Bradley in the throes of passion

Video: Falling into you by Celine Dion

Pardon my errors folks. Not getting much time to edit 

Enjoy!

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Outside Jean's bedroom door, Bradley leaned against the door, breathing deeply in and out. That voice of damnation, doom, hellfire...he couldn't hear anything past his father's screams in his head. He breathed harder, trying to prevent the panic that assailed his senses. This time, he just knew he was going to be hit with a full-blown attack. God, not now, he screamed silently. He couldn't allow himself to be hit with a full panic attack, Bradley thought desperately as his breath began to come out harshly and erratically like a fish out of water. He went down the stairs as steadily and quickly as he could, and then headed for the kitchen and Jean's well-stocked cellar. Bradley grabbed a fresh bottle of whiskey, opened it, and took a long swing. Before the alcohol had finished disappearing down his throat, he was pouring more into his mouth. Bradley turned to go to his room with only one strategy in mind: drown out his father's voice and that panic attack. He locked the door and then sank down to the floor right beside the door, clutching the bottle of whiskey as though it was his lifeline. He needed one...and that was all he had.

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"Open the door, Bradley." Jean called out after his third knock on Bradley's locked door. Two hours after their encounter, and he still felt shaken. "Brad?" He called out again when he didn't get any response from the other side of the door.

Jean leaned his forehead against the door. He felt drained. But then, he'd never fucked so hard and so long ever. He'd behaved like a teen who had been given a pussy for the very first time. Hell, even his balls ached and his dick felt sore. He'd fucked as if he wasn't going to get such a privilege anymore. And it had been the most amazing fuck of his life. What he needed at that moment was a good rest. Well, right after he was able to confirm that Bradley was okay, Jean told himself. He knocked on the door again.

"I'll have to use my master key to open this door if you don't let me in, buddy." Jean announced. "Don't let me resort to that." He added tiredly and waited with his forehead against the door. "Bradley?"

Inside the room, Bradley took another swing from the bottle and kept staring at a point above the 3-seat lounger in the room. He couldn't believe he'd been drinking for hours but still couldn't get drunk. At least the voice declaring damnation on his soul wasn't so loud anymore. He knew that those memories and hurtful words would never leave him. Ever. And he'd come to accept it since they was nothing he could do about that. But he could choose who to see at any point in time. And the last person he wanted to face at that moment, was Jean. Not only did he feel mortified for his shameful and wanton behaviour hours earlier, he also felt so dirty. No, he couldn't face Jean. At least not so soon after...whatever that was.

"I need to be alone right now, Jean." Bradley called out in a voice that sounded dead even to his own ears.

"I just want to see for myself that you're okay, Bradley."

"I'm okay. Not going to kill myself or anything if that's what you're worried about." Bradley said. "Definitely not before those crooked officials are caught and brought to justice. I'll see you in the morning." He took another swing from the bottle.

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"All right. Tomorrow then."