McKinney - 8
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Title: Brett Aidan McKinney
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 3148
Rating: R - Deep Passionate Love …
Warnings: Filthy Porn…
Chapter Summary: Brett’s genius is revealed…
Summary: (1890’s) - (Brian) is a genius, sent to study at Harvard at a young age, gets a Law Degree and Medical Degree, and specializes in Psychiatry, or moreover studies and research’s human sexuality, or should I say homosexuality... While studying one night him and he's other brilliant friends stumble upon/develop bdsm... his research is born... He is very political active, and works underground to fight the current criminalization of homosexuality...
Chapter 8 – Genius…
Brett’s POV
Brett’s father and grandfather were doctors and they both attended Harvard. It was never a question if Brett would study medicine or attend Harvard; something’s were just a given. His father was first generation born here in
He was definitely his father’s son in so many ways. He looked just like his father and grandfather something about those intense hazel eyes that beautiful auburn hair and his homosexual tendencies…
He was always an exceptional student; he never really had to work hard to achieve good grades it came naturally. His grandmother had taught him to read when he was just 4 years old.
He was born on a very warm summer’s night in June of 1870; after 37 hours of labor… He was the fifth and the last child born to June and Jasper McKinney. Jasper had wanted a son a way of continuing his blood line and now he finally had one.
He doted one him spared no expense he went to the best private schools his clothing was all custom tailored. He traveled with his father saw most of the country and went to
His father exposed him to culture the arts, literature, music, and theater… He took him everywhere with him even to the university and hospital when he was working. You would think that a young boy would be bored around all those older men talking about medicine, politics and “other men”…
Brett was often found reading medical journals and textbooks at a young age. He was fascinated by the human body how it functioned. He loved science and nature. He was always a very curious child which sometimes got him into trouble…
Most of his fathers colleagues were used to him being around and never questioned him being there Jasper often worked late and it wasn’t unusual for Brett to fall asleep reading while waiting for his father.
Brett woke up late one night in the dark in his fathers office there was a dim light coming from the bottom of the closed door that connected his father’s office with Dr. Steinmann’s a visiting professor from
At first Brett sat there waking up and trying to comprehend what it was that he was hearing. He never heard that sound at home or at least not when daddy was home… When he finally woke up a little more and curiosity had caught his interest he went and opened the door just a crack.
He stood there watching; he was now 12 and seeing his father with his colleague… He wasn’t quite sure what he was watching or feeling. But what he was experiencing now was what he sometimes felt late at night. When his hands often found themselves pulling and stroking his very hard penis…
It was Dr. Steinmann his father and the hospital janitor Mr. Schmidt… In just that order the three of them; fully penetrating each other and moving in sink with one another. Completely lost in there cluster fuck all moaning and groaning and enjoying each other.
Brett didn’t last very long watching as he pumped and pulled on him self and finally shooting all over his father’s new blue cardigan sweater Brett gave him for Christmas…
Dr. Garrett Steinmann was kissing my father’s neck sucking and biting him. Telling him he loved him; that he didn’t want to wait anymore asking him to leave with him when he returned to
Jasper just said; I’ll never leave my son… ever…
But if you stay, I’ll buy you a small house and we can see each other everyday…
I do love you Garrett…
But I won’t leave my only son… My only child…
I didn’t father his sisters you know, that was my brother. He’s been fucking her since he became a priest… I think it makes her feel closer to god… She’s a total hypocrite…
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Brett thinks about what he heard his father say…
He’s mother is a total hypocrite… She’s always talking about gods will and devoting your life to a higher power. She had wanted him to become a priest…
He actually thought that she was very religious; because father
He’s grandmother had told him when he was much, much younger that they were talking in tongues; that was what all those sounds were. It was a very spiritual experience the highest honor that one could have with a priest… a way of serving god…
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His friend Marshall was coming over this afternoon. They had met at the carnival a few years back when it was in town and ended up sharing a seat on the hayride… Brett found him self attracted to him for some reason maybe because he new his father wouldn’t approve. He’s not there kind of people.
What he meant was that they were poor, lower class, uneducated… Brett rejected this idea of a class structure being imposed on him. He knew he was wealthy; but he didn’t want it to limit his ability to know all kinds of people and experience real life.
Brett was a realist from early on in life he may not have understood what he saw all the time but he accepted it examined it his mind has always been very analytical.
His thrust for knowledge was boundless and he read everything he could get his hands on. When he wasn’t with his father at the university he was usually at the library.
That’s why meeting
It was becoming blatantly obvious that Brett was smarter that all his teachers, and very bored… He often brought his own materials to read and ended up educating some of the teachers on the latest scientific discoveries.
Brett was terrified that his father would find out so he played a little dumb these days when spending time with him at the hospital. But it was no secret to his teachers that he was a true genius…
Brett was disgusted by it… Questioning why he didn’t lower his pants and shoot in his hand or something? How was he going to explain this to his sisters and grandmother? How was he going to get him out of the house like this?
Brett shakes his head and says you don’t think he knows… Besides; do you like to do a lot of laundry at home…
Because I don’t and the maid always questions anything out of the ordinary…
I’m not allowed at his house my father thinks
She usually talks with him first before he’s allowed to come to my room… I often wonder what they talk about she never has asked me to come and talk with her. I rarely see her at all my grandmother and sisters run the household and supervise the staff.
The truth is I live with all these women and don’t know them at all; they seem like a completely different species…
My father is rarely at home my sisters: Muriel 18, Lucinda 17, Viola 15 and Clarisse, 13 are preoccupied with marriage to anyone… They just want a husband and not because they want to fuck; there total prudes…
My grandmother, I should clarify my father’s mother Abigail she seems to be the one pulling all the strings and keeping our tight little ship afloat.
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I’ve read all the Greek literature, mythology and the latest medical journals about homosexuality. Anything I can get my hands on…
Then after seeing my father with Dr. Steinmann and there decoration of love for one another… It was beautiful…. I’ve never seen my father act that way towards my mother, never… It made me realize that I’m different yet normal; other men feel these needs as well.
So I’m looking at
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So I finally think I’ve figured out the family dynamics…
My grandmother Abigail knows all about my father’s homosexuality… But he is her favorite son and he’s smart and beautiful; and very well educated…
My Uncle Pierce, not so much… some kind of sporting or ridding injury in his youth…
She lost her third son, stillborn and that left her unable to conceive again…
My grandfather Aidan Walker McKinney; was killed on a big game hunt in
My father was in medical school at the time; leaving him to support his mother and brother. Not that they weren’t well off, but it would be a life long responsibility.
Shortly thereafter, Uncle Pierce was shipped off to the church to join the priesthood. Surely there would be a place in the church for him in some low level job. He doesn’t preach he’s comprehension is limited.
So she decided to make the best of what she has to work with…
It’s not socially accepted to live openly as a homosexual, so she felt that Jasper needed to marry… June was a pretty 16 year’s old but, a very shelter girl who was quite religious…
Abigail had met her parents at church and arranged a meeting. She and my father became engaged when he was home for holidays at Christmas from Harvard. They married 2 years later…
In the mean time my Uncle Pierce was graduating from the priesthood that same year.
Both her sons were returning to
My father accepted a position at the University of
My Uncle Pierce was assigned to Saint Eloise Parrish, just around the corner from our house.
My grandmother moved in with my parents and Pierce was always at the house. My father showed little or no interest in my mother and spent all his time at work or play…
My Uncle Pierce being a little slow in the head and never losing his virginity as a teenager just like my mother; they found each other and proceeded to have 4 daughters… although I question if he even knows their his or that my dads gay…
He’s a buffoon…
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It’s been a couple of days since I’ve seen Marshall I’m surprised because he’s usually is waiting for me around the corner from my private school and we just walk and talk for a while before going home.
I guess I really freaked him out and should go and apologize to him…
I’ve never been to
That is until I step towards the house; its loud there lots of men around and lots of alcohols and drugs… I had hesitated out front before approaching the house; when someone asked if I wasn’t a little young…
I look up and say I’m here to see
He leans into me, runs his hand through my hair pulling me into a kiss; while his other hand runs down the inside of the front of my pants…
I whisper that I’m still a virgin and Virgil says that’s OK I won’t charge you… but I will have to share you…
We never charge virgins… we just enjoy them…
Most boys would have bolted, like
I was excited… I was kissing him back and rutting into his hand around my big dick…
He picked me up and carried me into the house; with my pants wide open and my hard on throbbing and oozing for all the men to see… and they did…
He laid me on a big bed and told me the others we’re going to watch until their turn… I just smiled and said not to rough…
I had read everything that ever had been published up to that date concerning homosexuality, so I through I knew what to expect… But of course the pain still shot through me like a bow and arrow tearing through I’m victim…
But he was very gentle with me and I soon found myself completely in sink with his rhythm; riding the waves of pleasure on this human merry-go-round… Virgil was amazing… and hung… I loved it more than I ever fantasized…
I also loved how safe and special they made me feel as they passed me back and forth between them; most of the afternoon… Although at some point I took charge and started penetrating them; they hold me I was a natural… I was exhausted and feel asleep in Virgil’s arms; surrounded by the other 3 men… Best afternoon of my life…
Worst afternoon of my life…
I awake to him screaming… How could you…
Did you like it…?
How many times did you let them touch you…?
He’s acting like a jealous housewife…
I’m just looking at him… and finally say what’s wrong…
By this time all the guys are gone and it’s just me and Marshall…
He says; I love you… I never thought that you would be such a whore…
I say
He says; I didn’t want you to think I was… you know… cheap…
I smile at him and say well I learned a lot this afternoon; would you like to me to show you...
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I got home just after midnight; my dad was just walking up the front walk as well.
He just looked at me and smiles… Then says; I hope he was gentle with you… your glowing…
I ask my dad how something so beautiful could be judged to be so wrong by others…
He looks into my eyes and says fear, son… plain and simple, ignorance and fear…
Maybe with time…
The next morning I go into the university with my dad and he asks me if I want to review some of the admittance testing he’s been developing; just to see if they made since and could easy be to followed or so he told me.
We started early in the day 9am and a little after 4pm he’s just sitting at his desk reading something, with several other professors…
I had taken a nap after reviewing the papers he gave me. I rewrote a couple of the questions for clarity and questioned several others for intent; but I answered all the questions… apparently correctly…
No one has ever answered all the questions correctly… I’m still very much asleep and their just staring at me…
My father has this huge grin on his face; he’s so proud of me… I mean my dad is always proud of me and my accomplishments; but today using his words usually never one to show much emotion… He’s glowing and so are all his fellow colleagues…
I don’t know what going on…
My dad just says why you didn’t tell me…
I didn’t believe Mr. Stewart or Mr. Terrance when they came to see me yesterday… Then when you didn’t come home until late last night… I was so worried…
But I guess I can now see there is absolutely nothing wrong with you…
Mentally or physically… then he laughs…
Then he states that he is making arrangements for me to test with several schools on the east cost and asks how I would feel about going away to school.
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My father had told me that I had several offers to attend school; Princeton, Yale,
So saying goodbye to
My father has accepted a position at Harvard and we are all moving there together… By all I mean my dad, myself and Garrett… Garrett also had been offered a position as well; one happy little queer family…
TBC
