McKinney - 3
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Title: Brett Aidan McKinney
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 2605
Rating: R - Deep Passionate Love …
Warnings: Filthy Porn…
Chapter Summary: Brett starts to enlighten Jonah about his research as their relationship deepens…
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...
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable charters, settings, plot, etc. are property of their respective owners, including, but not limited to Russell T. Davies, Cowlip, and Showtime. The author of this story is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended…
Chapter 3 - Courtship, Commitment and Submission
My Aunt Gertrude called my mom that Friday night, when I didn’t come home with Nathan. So they were both waiting at the train station when we pulled in. They were going to give me the biggest punishment of my life, until they saw Brett.
My mother just smiles and gushes, my dad looks perplexed he was ready with his little speak about virtues and punishment… Mean while my mom is fawning all over Brett and telling him what she’s prepared for Sunday dinner, hopes he’ll like it.
How she just loves his long tailored overcoat, it’s one of the new mens frock coats in charcoal, with a black leather collar…
Now I know my parents know I’m gay, but to press the point I say this is Brett; I love him and I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him…
Brett just smiles and takes me in his arms and kisses me passionately…
My mothers all smiles herself and says I knew you just needed some culture… I’m so glad you went to
My father on the other hand is skeptical, he thinks Brett’s just out for an easy fuck… he’s not gushing… He just looks at me and you can tell he’d like to kill Brett and my mom; it’s just not clear which one first… He’s smiling through clenched teeth…
Everyone’s at the house for Sunday dinner, grand parents, aunts, uncles, sisters and nephews’… and everyone is smitten with my new love… including my sister Kaiden’s new boyfriend…
It’s a little funny to watch I’m just sitting back enjoying the show; maybe I should be a little jealous but I’m exhausted… He may not have had his dick up my ass yet, but every muscle in my body aches…
Anyways, this high school boy is waiting on him hand and foot refreshing his drink; bring him an ashtray, serving him hors d’oeuvres… practically prancing for him. Brett’s obviously… He’s use to being waited on… he expects it…
Kaiden’s not happy… he never pays that much attention to me…
I say, he’s gay… She gets mad and say’s Jonah… not everyone perverted and then snickers, she loves me… I say maybe not… but that ones queer…
Brett tells them he’s a Law Professor and Medical Doctor teaching and doing research at
That he’s is a psychiatrist… he’s studying human sexuality… they all seem very impressed.
The boy toy hanging on him; asks if you can tell if some ones a homosexual…
He says no, not always… But yes… you’re definitely gay…
The kid looks shocked and asks why…
Brett smiles and says because; if I asked you to suck me off. You’d be on your knees in seconds…
My grandpa, dad, and uncles are rolling on the floor as Kaiden stomps out of the living room…
My grandma says; I like him… we’ll let you say… just be gentle with my sweet Jonah, he’s very delicate… very special to me…
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Brett has to be back at
I’m thinking it might be too much for my parents… they’ve been very understanding but… so he checks in and we fool around a little and then he walks me home…
We sitting on the front porch and he says have you done all your homework? My dad looks up at Brett, he didn’t expect him to be concerned about me… questioning me, checking up on me…
I say pretty much… Brett says pretty much… go get it… I won’t have my wife flunking out of high school; how will you get into a good university.
I hear myself say; I can’t afford to go to the university… Brett just looks at me and says; there’s nothing you can’t afford, not anymore, anyways… Don’t you know, I want to take care of you…
He’s reviewing my homework and the house is very quite except for all the whispering from my mother, grandmother and aunts as they do dishes in the kitchen. The whole house heard Brett’s deceleration to me…
I finish up and make some corrections to my work, after he quizzes me about some of my answers…
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He went back to
That little boy was gone and even though I may not be a full grown man, I was still a man, and no longer a boy; well OK I was still his little boy…
It seemed like everyone; even my dad treated me a little different with a little more respect or something… Some of the men in town seem to look at me a little different as well. There was already a rumor about the “man” that I brought home to meet my parents. How he was from
>>>>
I’m waiting for his train to come in and it’s running at little late, we had a huge snow storm last night and the tracks have about 6 ft. of snow on them. He took the midnight train and it should have been in at 5:15. It’s almost 7:00 and I’m starting to get worried…
I’ve been drinking coffee which I never do but it was so early… I’m on my third cup and feeling wired… I’m talking to Father Thom from the church, he’s really hot… kind of sandy brown/blond hair. He’s a widower and his daughter and granddaughter live with him. Even though he has a teenage granddaughter he’s still only 47…
I ask him what denomination his church is and he says that he preaches to all sectors; he says he’s started a youth group that’s very active; he thinks I might really enjoy it… He’s encouraging the entire town’s folk to join a group prayer meeting, he says it’s very spiritual… I can’t help but feel like he’s checking me out…
He leans into me and says; I hear you have yourself a suitor; do you to think you might want to have pre-marital counseling. My perish finds that it very beneficial for couples to have a deeper understanding of what is expected of them, to have a strong and healthy marriage. Sometimes learning or practicing how to meet those needs reaps great benefits for both partners.
Am I just totally buzzed on the coffee, or did he just come on to me…
The waiting area is starting to get crowed, it’s the day before Christmas and all the out of town relatives are now filling the narrow station. The little café is selling our fine baked goods faster than expected and I make a note to come back with more stock.
I finally hear the train whistle and everyone looks up to see the big iron horse plow through the snow drift; parting the snow into what looks like a wake of waves on the ocean settling on sides of the tracks…
I walk out towards the cabin cars knowing the Brett would have had his own private car while traveling. When he steps off the train he looks like he just stepped off the cover of some international men’s magazine. He’s beautiful its not that I forgot, but it almost started to seem like a dream.
He smiles and pulls me up into his arms, I love it when he dose that… he’s just enough taller than me that my feet don’t touch the ground anymore. My sister would say my head was in the clouds…
He’s staying for 2 weeks; although he already told me that he plans to take me away for new years; but not where were going… He likes to tease me, spoil me…
He sent me a set of leather bound books of art illustrations and techniques that he ordered through the university press. That came a couple of days after he left and I’ve already worn the edges of some pages, in certain sections of the books.
Brett and I are walking around and frequenting the shops on the way to his hotel he always seems to be buying me little presents, expensive colored pencils, a tiny gold locket that I put a lock of his auburn hair in … and books, he loves books. He gave me a set of blank journals with handmade paper he thinks I should try writing or just venting; he says it’s good for the soul.
I think he just wants to read it later… he’s always analyzing me in some way but I love it… I want him to know everything about me; the more he knows the closer I feel to him. He’s already so much a part of who I am I can’t really imagine how I lived without him before…
Once were in his suite he asks me to drawl us a bath that he’s been on the train all night reading thesis from his graduate students and finds some of there ideas just plain ridiculous. He says he thinks politics are creeping into medicine and medical research, he’s furious by this turn of events.
He can’t believe the homophobia that is coursing through society these days. He can’t comprehend way it should be the states and or governments business. He thinks the church has too much power and control over personal issues and he struggles as to what to do to combat the puritans.
I tell him to relax as I run warm water over his shoulders and work my hands into a sudsy lather as I wash his neck, back and shoulders. He’s so tense and still rambling on about legal implications and how his research could be affected or even worse…
I don’t really know what he’s talking about, I don’t understand his research well enough yet; or what making homosexuality illegal has to do with his work… Why does he feel so threatened by some student papers there just kid’s right…
He just shakes his head and says there erasing decades of progress, history our history. There making us second class citizens. Unlike before when they just ignored us, but now they want to prosecute us… Just because they have the power and they can… How can they preach love and hate at the same time…
My baby’s so stressed; you would think a nice long hot bath would have helped relieve some of his tight muscles. So I do what comes naturally as I’m rubbing lotion all over his body down his firm hard shaft; I climb up onto him and slide down onto him rubbing both our erections together. Slipping and sliding with all the excess lotion and pre-cum that has mixed and bonded into a delightful slippery mess that is gliding between the two of us as we loose ourselves all over each other.
He chuckles and tells me that he feels just like the teenage boy he was never allowed to be. That he treasures all our silly little stunts and games that I love to play with him. He almost looks sad and I ask what he means by never allowed to be…
He slowly smiles and says I wasn’t like other kids… I was way to smart for my own good, only I didn’t know it, at least not in the beginning. I thought everyone went to work with there dad… and when I did attend school it was really boring and then I learned to hide it… But my dad found out and the next thing I know I’m studying at Harvard and I’m twelve…
So you see I never really had a childhood I was really nerdy and a total bookworm and definitely gay from the get go… I lusted after my fathers fellow professors at the
Wow, that was really something I’m just laying on the bed watching him sleep, he looks so relaxed now. I can’t believe what he told me about his childhood. I never would have guessed I mean I know he’s really smart and that he graduated really young. But I never thought that he was some kind of genius… he doesn’t act totally stuck up, all the time… ha, ha, ha
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He’s watching me, telling me how I changed his world forever.
He pulling me into him and asks me if I want to be his sweet virgin bride and surrender my soul to him…
I smile and say absolutely… as he nibbles at my ear whispering how much he loves me, needs me…
He says that he wants me, wants to marry me… wants to take care of me forever… He wants’ to show me his world…
He tells me he’s well off, that he can offer me a good life… I know this but its comforting to hear him say it; say that he wants me in everyway…
He explains to me that we have toyed around and played with his creative, sexual world, this lifestyle of his…
I’m just looking at him and say what… what; do you need from me…
He smiles and says I want to really explain this to you; I want you to understand… This is so much of what I am… the last thing I want to do is scare you… I love you…
I tell him to go on; there is nothing he could do or say that would ever make me not love him…
He smiles and for the first and only time he blushes and then tells me his story…
He’s been involved with his group of close friends from college over the years; he helped create and the development some of the techniques and methods’ that they practice in there lifestyle of sexual freedom.
He explains that he will work with me and train me how to please him; that I will experience the most intensive sexual pleasures known, that they have learned to perfect and intensify there sexual experiences. Then he says; that’s what it’s all about, that’s what separates us from the animal kingdom.
He’ll teach me how to feel my own sexuality, open myself up, my body and mind to pure sensation and intense sexual gratification. He tells me it will be the most fulfilling, and meaningful experience I’ll ever have.
He tells me he loves that I’m pure, he wants me to pledge my purity to him and he doesn’t want to share me with the others…
He says he’s changed… I’ve somehow changed him.
He names me Cherry…
Claiming someone who’s still a child as his bride, someone so eager, so young… has released some unrealized desires and perversions deep from within him, he feels that it’s opened a whole new perspective on his sexual needs, and decides to document our courtship and marriage in his research.
TBC
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