Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 23: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… The past!

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Bradley raised a brow with mock innocence when Jean went quiet. “Err…am I supposed to speak now?” His eyes flashed with defiance.

Jean had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Kayla, Dean’s wife, was a bad influence. “Yes.”

Bradley nodded. “I could leave.” He shrugged. “Will that be okay for you? I’ll understand if you want me to.”

“Hmmm…no, I don’t want that.” Jean slowly shook his head. “I told you I don’t break my promises.”

“I see.” Bradley stared Jean down. “I could blow you again.” He shrugged disinterestedly. “Help you get it out of your system.” He drawled, the smirk on his face showing just how silly he found the entire conversation.

“Did you hear what I said?” Jean retorted. “I said I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“So let me get this straight.” Bradley leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “You’re not gay. But you’d want me to suck you off because you liked it the last time I did. And you’re cockily sure I’d drop to my knees if you ask me to. But you don’t want to ask me to because you don’t want to take advantage of me. How am I doing so far?” Bradley’s tone dripped with sarcasm.

“That’s it.” Jean’s eyes locked on Bradley’s mouth. “I don’t want to make you do something you’re trying to stay away from. My conscience wouldn’t allow me to do that no matter how much of an asshole you think I am.”

“What do you want from me?” Bradley whispered, genuinely at a loss.

“Well, since neither of your suggestions was good enough, you could help by making me understand you. I need to know why you’re adamant about not being who you are. There must be a reason behind that stance you’ve taken. I want you to make me understand, Bradley. I’m hoping that if I do, it will help me move on. Don’t get me wrong… I don’t think I can ever get over that hot mouth of yours. But making me understand you might hopefully help me get my mind off you. As I said, I’m here because of me. Not you. Did something bad happen to you because of your sexuality?”

Bradley remained quiet for so long Jean thought he wasn’t going to answer. Then he sat up and met Jean’s eyes. What Jean was asking him to do, was to tell him about his past. He said he needed to understand him. Well, the only way he could, was to hear his sordid story. He’d never told anyone about his past because the mere thought of it brought intense pain into his heart. In spite of that pain, not a day went by that he didn’t think about it. But it was his life. And no one needed to know about it. But for the life of him, Bradley didn’t understand why he suddenly wanted to make an exception.

Maybe it was because till then, no one had ever asked him about his past or told him they needed to understand him. Maybe he was tired of carrying the secret. Maybe unconsciously, he felt Jean was crazy enough to understand him. He just wanted to tell him everything. But the last thing he wanted was for Jean to feel sorry for him. Maybe if he spoke without feeling, Jean wouldn’t feel pity for him. With that resolution, Bradley began to speak quietly and with utter nonchalance.

“I lived a very sheltered life as a child. I was an only child. My father was a reverend minister who had his own church. The church was the most important thing to my parents. They didn’t have much time for me. But even as a kid, I understood the church came first. I was a good kid. All I did was go from school to home and sometimes to church. Most of the services were in the evenings and since I used to wet the bed, I wasn’t allowed to attend. No one wanted to risk me sleeping during service and having an accident. There were no outings or recreational activities for me. I wasn’t allowed to join the kids on camping trips and other fun events. I wasn’t having any fun like the other kids. But I didn’t mind. I read my books and studied hard. For years, everything was pretty much monotonous, till some guys decided to rob our house one evening when my parents were in church. The neighbour heard the odd sounds and called the police. I was fast asleep so didn’t see anything. The police cautioned my parents for leaving me home alone so my dad decided to employ Wendell, a distant relative to live with us. His job was to keep an eye on the house and me.”

Bradley went quiet for some time. The only evidence that what he was talking about affected him more than he was letting on, was his clenched fists on his knees. Jean didn’t rush him.

“Wendell was twenty-six years old when he came to us. He was fourteen years older than I was. I thought he was really cool because he seemed to know everything. He helped me with my homework, talked to me, paid attention to me, and made sure everything was alright with me. I thought he was great.” Bradley gave a sad smile. “He introduced this dice game. Craps. The loser in each round would get tickled by the winner. I was mostly the loser. He would tickle me till I begged for mercy. He said he loved to hear me laugh. One time I got tickled so much my throat hurt from laughing too hard.” Bradley laughed softly. “He didn’t tickle me when I lost the next round. He simply caressed me. It felt nice. I told him I preferred that instead. And that was how the rules of the game changed. Eventually, his caresses were traveling all over my body. I would get excited. Sometimes I would get hard and once, I actually came. My very first. It was amazing.” He gave a deep sigh.

“That was when the real training began. Wendell taught me about pleasure. It was almost as if he knew my body better than I did myself. When he taught me how to jack off, I didn’t think there could be anything more pleasurable than that. Then he introduced me to the joys of having a nice, long, fat, throbbing cock slamming into my prostate whilst I jacked off, watching my favourite program on TV.” Bradley gave a soft chuckled. “Words cannot describe the feeling. To cut a long story short, I fell madly in love with him. I became an expert in pleasuring his body. I realized that I preferred giving him pleasure because blowing his mind gave me more pleasure. Sex with him was never boring. We had the most amazing sex. We fucked in every imaginable way possible. I only got to understand the seriousness of some of the things he made us do when I became an adult. Let’s just say although I was a kid, I was well-versed in the art of sex than most adults.” He gave a grimace.

“Wendell was the king of kinks. I became addicted to him. Even the few accidents I had were turned into fun. I didn’t see wetting the bed as a bad thing anymore because it always resulted in a completely different form of kinky pleasure. For about two years, my secret relationship with Wendell continued. I couldn’t wait for school to end or my parents to leave home for church programs each day. Sometimes, I’d sneak into his room in the middle of the night just to pleasure him. I’d rush back to my room afterward and wank off.” Bradley looked lost in pleasurable memories.