Date: Thu, 11 Mar 2010 11:34:22 -0400
From: monosauris@hotmail.com
Subject: Breaking Brian in - 2

The story of Breaking Brian in is three quarters fiction and one quarter
autobiographical. Any similarity to any events, names, places or life
experiences is pure accidental. I never tell a story using individual's
real personal or place names.  If you are a under age, (according to any
law of Canada or any other Country on this big blue marble of ours, then
you ought to leave now. If, on the other hand, you find this story
offensive or it is illegal according to the laws of your country for you to
view such content, I suggest you tune out and go find a good Sherlock
Holmes mystery or a good book written about the days of wooden ships and
Iron men. They are my personal favourites. This story can not be
distributed in any way manner whatsoever without my expressed written
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Writing a good and engaging story is only part of the task at hand. From an
early teen age, when I won a competition in High School, I have been a
writer of sorts all throughout my corporate and government careers. I have
been known as a wordsmith. But I have rarely written stories involving sex
between males although I am a gay man myself. Really, in some stories, sex
can be a little too overdone. I love a story and to me a story is like a
painting. It's not all about 'wham bam, thank you guy'. To me, it's all in
the detail lovingly layered. I once had a partner, now deceased, who had
the wonderful gift of taking the story I wrote and adding what I would call
the 'bedroom scenes' into it.  He would then publish them under his nom de
plume rather than mine and I was quite happy with that. On two or three
occasions we reversed the authorship relationship. If you like this little
story and want to comment or offer criticism, be my guest. I answer every
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Part 2 - The March Break episode - Meeting Brendan


In the fall of the previous year, Brian's cousin Tommy had finally moved up
to join his parents in the anthill known as 'Ontario'. Come September,
Brian returned to his High School but following Tommy's advice, he was very
careful not to let it be known to anyone, not even his best buddies, that
he had developed an interest in cock. Even though his cousin Tommy had been
the dominating partner in their summer long sexual relationship, Tommy knew
and had seen for himself what happens to a guy who showed any interest
whatsoever in other guys. He had witnessed bullying up close. He had seen
older guys in his school intimidate and even force mild mannered kids or
physically weak kids, whom they called geeks and whom they suspected of
having gay tendencies, into servicing them. And, even though he was
preparing to move on to a new life in his new Province, Tommy really did
not relish the idea of his little cock dominated cousin getting hurt or
being labelled a cocksucker in a small rural community. Time and again,
between those times when Tommy had Brian service his sexual need, he had
taken the time to warn, teach and drill into Brian's head the need to not
show overt interest in other males. (Almost makes Cousin Tommy look like
the Good Samaritan, doesn't it?).


Fortunately, Brian was not the flaming faggot type. He wasn't really a jock
either. He couldn't play hockey, for example, a sport every Canadian kid is
born to. Unlike Americans who won't believe this, every Canadian kid is
born with a hockey stick in one hand and a puck in the other. (If you don't
believe me, ask Wayne Gretsky or Sidney Crosby for heaven's sake).  The
best Brian could do for skating in the winter time was to use what were
known as cheese cutters. (Betcha few of you have ever heard of them, much
less seen a pair,what?)


The problem with Brian's weak ankles came about by an accident early on in
his life. It happened on a Victoria Day weekend.  Victoria Day, named after
the late Queen Victoria, is the day of year when Great Britain, Canada and
all the other Commonwealth Countries officially celebrate the Queen's
birthday remembering , of course, that Canada is a Constitutional
Monarchy. In Brian's village, the day was usually celebrated by a field day
of games for the children, Tombola bingo and other games of chance for the
adults. In the late afternoon there was a giant BBQ with lots of hot dogs
and hamburgers for the kids. There was all types of food laid out on rows
of tables for the adults. The day of celebration usually ended with a huge
bonfire in the village square or some other designated place, the
distribution of free ice cream and sparklers for the kids handed out by the
Members of the Royal Canadian Legion. The day was topped off by a beautiful
fireworks display.


On the days leading up to Victoria Day and the accident, it had rained
terribly. The Legion Members had built a large lean-to in the Village
Square to shelter the bonfire stack from the rain in the hopes that it
would not get too wet before it was eventually lit. The Legionnaires had
already decided that if it was raining on Victoria Day, they would light it
on the following Saturday. Miraculously, the rain stopped in the mid
morning. With the ground being sopping wet, the Village Mayor and Council
decided to close off a large section of the main street. They designated
one area near the Firehall for the children's game area and another to set
up the tables for the Tombola, etc. Later, they would clear away the
Tombola materials, lay white sheets on the tables and spread out the feast.


They couldn't do anything about the Village Green but in the afternoon a
few good men took down the lean-to and added some very dry material to the
bonfire stack. However, the roadways leading to the back of the Village
Green were unpaved and, because of the rain, these roadways were extremely
muddy. That evening after the bonfire had been blazing for a long while and
the fireworks were over, Brian's dad decided that it was time to get the
youngster home to bed. Brent (Brian's dad) had been carrying him but as
they were moving down the muddy roadway, he came across a Village elder who
was struggling with a heavy load of bags and other things. Brett decided to
help the poor soul, so he put Brian down and had him hold on to his pocket
while he helped the elder with his parcels. Cars, as well as, people were
moving slowly along the muddy roadway. Suddenly, Brian slipped in the mud
and just as suddenly a car was passing. Brian's feet had slipped under the
oncoming wheels of the passing car. Brian screamed. Everyone, including the
driver of the car, froze. Thank goodness there was a lot of mud. The front
wheel of the car rolled over Brian's little ankles and even Brent, his
father, heard the snapping sound. To make a long story short, they had to
rush Brian all the way into the big City to the Children's hospital where,
after an operation to set his small bones, he remained for a number of
weeks with both legs wrapped in separate casts with a bar strung between
them. He could not move for well over four months and had to be either
carried or wheeled around on a gurney. Once he was released from the
hospital and returned to the Village, and because his father was a
volunteer fireman, the younger members of the local Volunteer Fire
Department offered to take turns to transport Brian wherever he had to
go. He became the 'unofficial' mascot for the Fire Department. Often they
would come round and just pick him up and carry him on walks in the fresh
air. When the casts came off and he began to walk again with the help of
crutches, the young firemen would walk along beside him to make sure that
he did not fall. Once school began, his mates and neighbourhood chums would
bring his homework home for him and his mom helped him to complete it. When
it was done, these mates picked it up and took it back to school so that it
could be graded. On several occasions, Brother Ambrose, his school
principal, and several of the other teaching Brothers would stop by and
spend a little time with him much to his delight. He returned to school in
November of that year. Everyone was happy to see him return. Even though he
was back at school, he still had to use his crutches a while longer. To
celebrate his return, the Brothers and all his friends had a great 'Welcome
Back' sign strung up over the school entrance.


In the winter following the accident, his father had arranged for a pair of
these double bladed skates to be made especially for him by the local
blacksmith who had been born in Holland and remembered seeing other Dutch
children use them. They were like training wheels on a bike. Many children
started out with them and then graduated to a single blade skate. Everyone
soon came to understand that Brian would never be able to graduate to a
single blade skate. These cheese cutters were fitted over Brian's regular
winter boots and were strapped on. The cheese cutters enabled Brian to join
the other kids on the village ice rink. While he could not execute a turn
without stumbling and falling, on the straight and narrow he could go
pretty damned fast. He loved challenging other kids to a race and they
enjoyed taking him up on it.


Although he couldn't stand up on single blade skates, he could go
tobogganing and he learned to enjoy cross country skiing.  Brian grew up to
be a young, vibrant, sports loving (well, so long as it was soccer), music
loving (if it was classical), healthy young guy who, from the moment he
said good-bye to his cousin Tommy at the train station, buried both his
wonder and his lust for cock very, very deep.


Brian was not exactly attracted to boys his own age. He seemed to be rather
fascinated by young men in their late teens to early twenties. He had seen
a few really good looking jocks in the senior class. There was one
especially beautiful, well built, 6 ft.2 in, 18 year old, red haired Irish
Adonis in particular, named Tyler, whom he would have loved to get to know
much, much better. But, remembering Tommy's warnings, he stayed clear of
him. But he did get to know some of the senior jocks on a personal level
through his participation in various school dictated exercise programs.


Following Tommy's advice, and fortunately for him, Brian was able to
control his feelings even in the showers where he could see these young,
healthy boy-men in all their naked glory. He had developed and perfected
the trick of fixing his gaze on a spot on the wall in the shower room and
humming some piece of classical music to himself. It might not have worked
for everyone but Brian was happy that it worked for him.


If the truth be known and thank goodness it wasn't, Brian had become
enamoured and very much in lust with one of the Religious Brothers who
taught them but, in his mind and with his religious upbringing, he knew
that these men dressed in their long black habits, no matter how manly they
might be, were definitely out of bounds and to be avoided. But, Brother
Sebastian was something else again. He wasn't exactly a Brother. He was
young, perhaps in his very late teens or early 20's, and very well built
because Brian had quite accidentally seen his beautiful hairy chest once
when he participated in a pick-up game of soccer with some of the school
kids. Because of the heat he had removed his shirt. He did not wear a
religious habit per se but wore a short black tunic with grey pants. Brian
wanted to get to know Brother Sebastian a lot more because there was
something, but he couldn't explain what it was, that was drawing him to
this young man. But Brother Sebastian lived in the Brother's residence
located next to Church and was unapproachable most of the time. Sebastian
taught in the lower grades so although Brian had an interest in him and
would periodically see him in the corridors of the School , he was not
someone that Brian had or could have regular contact with.  But, what Brian
did not know is that Brother Sebastian had once seen Brian naked in the
showers and had an interest in him. But, the time and circumstances were
not right.


Brian grew up in a village where everyone knew everyone. No-one ever locked
their doors. And, if one of the women was short of something, she or one of
her children went over to your neighbour's house, knocked, but if no-one
was home, went in and borrowed whatever was needed providing a note was
left to let the person know that something had been borrowed and who had
borrowed it. Just as soon as it was practical, the borrowed item was
replaced.


One day, at the beginning of March break, Brian's mother was baking but,
half way through the process, she ran out of sugar.  She asked Brian to go
over to the McNeil house which was a few doors down the way and ask to
borrow two cups of sugar.  What Brian did not know was that Mr. McNeil was
his mother's lover. Nor did he, in the wildest areas of his fertile
imagination, know that Mr. McNeil's first born (Brendan) was the young
boy-man deliciously fucking his mom on any and every opportunity accorded
when his dad was out of town on business.


Brian, being totally and probably blissfully unaware, went over and knocked
on the back door of the McNeil household. Now, the McNeil's consisted of a
father (remember, his wife had died of cancer at an early age) in his early
late 30's or early 40's about whom there were many rumours and
stories. Bill McNeil was a good looking, well built and well endowed man
who had a roving eye for the ladies. Until he had settled down into his
growing relationship with Judy, Brian's mom, there were many a story told
in the local pub and around the knitting circles that he was working at
satisfying the natural itches of several rather frustrated wives or widows,
if you know what I mean. Whether there was any truth to the rumours or
stories no-one seemed to know for sure but in a small village, it doesn't
take much to start a rumour in a small village and quite often they are
started by someone just bored out of their little minds or have an axe to
grind and want to stir the pot.


Bill and his late wife, Karen, had three boys. There was Brendan who grew
up in the village but he was now rarely seen by the villagers because he
spent most of his time in the City attending University. Brendan, or Dan as
he was called by his close friends, was 20 going on 21. Brendan was a good
student and an all round athlete who enjoyed playing rugby even though he
did not have the real build of an Irish bruiser. He stood about 6 feet, had
short cut blond hair, blue eyes and a build with a solid chest, a narrow
waist and a well chiseled six pack developed over the years by a regimen
consisting of a medium weightlifting program and long distance running. In
addition to playing rugby, he played at, rather than in, a number of other
sports such as soccer, pickup hockey and downhill skiing in the
winter. When it came to his sex life, Brendan was an opportunist. 'Any port
in a storm', was his personal guiding principle. He'd been introduced to
sex by one of his slightly older female cousins during a trip to his
grandparents. This led him to seducing and then fucking Debby Foster on a
fairly regular basis while he was attending local High School although he
worked at, and sometimes was very successful in, deflowering other young
village virgins. His introduction into man-on-man sex came one day when he
went over to a mall located in the next village. While there, he went to
use a small bathroom that seemed to be tucked away at the end of a rather
dark corridor. While he was taking a leak, this other young guy walked in
and even though there were three urinals, took the one beside him. This
other chap began looking at Brendan?s still soft but substantial piece of
equipment. Suddenly, the guy reached over and began fondling him. Brendan
never missed a beat He turned sideways, clapped his hand on the guys
shoulder, looked the other guy straight in the eye, and told him that if he
wanted it, to get on his knees. The guy didn't hesitate and Brendan
experienced his first blowjob. While the blowjob was a wonderful
experience, it was the domination, the sense of power over someone else,
that really thrilled him. When he went on to University, he left Betty
behind and hooked up with several other young ladies but none that he
wanted to settle down with. Sex was readily available and because of his
good looks and strong build, he was the object of attention for both
females and males. Brendan was not into being anyone's personal bitch. He
was not into fucking guys nor was he into giving blowjobs but if a guy
showed any inclination that he was willing to help him out when there were
no females available, he took advantage of the willing mouth and throat. He
never let whoever it was on their knees forget that he was in charge and
that they, for that particular space of time, were his private bitch.


The second McNeil son was Lorne. Now there was a right royally frightful
person who if there was any trouble about, headed straight for it like a
moth to a flame. He was 17 going 18. Where his older brother was blond,
Lorne,s body hair was as black as the ace of spades. He had several
girlfriends, whom he was fucking on a regular basis, among the student
population of his High School. He was in his final year at the High School
and, given that he was much more mechanically than academically inclined,
he had already stated his intention of enlisting in the Navy when he was
done.


The third and youngest son was Wayne who at 15 going 16 was both the same
age as Brian and a close mate. He was already approaching the six foot
mark. He was a natural Irish redhead.


Brian had been in the McNeil house many times visiting. With both Lorne &
Wayne and other neighborhood boys, he regularly played pick-up games of
soccer, softball and hide-go-seek. Mr. McNeil, himself, even joined the
boys in their games when he had the time.


Brian really did not know Brendan except to see him every once in a great
while when he was home from University. He rarely, if ever, mixed with the
younger guys. Brian, following the time honoured custom, knocked on the
back door. There was no answer.  After knocking even more loudly a second
time and, again, receiving no reply, he opened the door and called out for
Mr. McNeil.  Still getting no answer, he called out for Wayne. But, again,
there was no reply. So, convinced that no-one was home. Brian stepped into
the kitchen and went over to the table. He sat down, pulled the note pad to
him that had been left there for the purpose and wrote down who he was and
that he had borrowed two cups of sugar which his Mom would replace as soon
as she got to the shops. Then, getting up, he proceeded to look for the
sugar.


He had opened several cupboards only to find every other spice, cereals,
cans and dry foodstuffs but no sugar. He was reaching up into a cupboard
near the hall leading to the living room when he heard a voice behind him
saying. 'You won't find what you?re looking for there'.


Brian rapidly turned around and suddenly felt as though he were a thief
caught in the act of stealing the Crown Jewels. Focusing his eyes, he came
to see Brendan who had just come up from the basement where Brain,
remembering something that Wayne had told him, knew he had his rooms. Wayne
had never taken him down there to show him the renovations they had carried
out.Brendan, standing there with his hands on his hips, looked at the
startled kid and sensing an opportunity asked ?Who the fuck are you and
what the hell do you want??


Brian knew exactly what he was looking for but all he could do, despite the
fact that his eyes were glued to the apparition directly ahead of him, was
stutter out the word 'Shhhhhhhuuuuugggggggaaaaaaaarrrrrr'.


'I now know what you want', replied the young man, 'but that still doesn't
answer my question of who the fuck are you?' he stated matter-of-factly.


'I'm Brian', Brian said in a low whisperas he shifted his weight from leg
to leg.


'Okay Brian, what's the last name?' barked the young man now beginning to
enjoy the confusion registered on the face of the young kid in front of
him. Just so he could distract the kid, he moved his hand down to scratch
his slowly rising equipment. Sure enough, he saw Brian's eyes lower to
follow his hand movement.


'O'Rourke', came the long awaited answer.


'Hmmmmmm, O'Rourke? O'Rourke? Ahhhh. So you're Judy's kid?? came the next
question as he watched this frightened kid squirm in front of him, Brendan
knew from the first moment he laid eyes on him who this kid was. He had
seen his picture on Judy's fire place mantle in her living room. As he
continued to stare at Brian making him very unfomfortable in the process,
he remembered the other morning when he had slipped into Judy's house
unnoticed, had tip toed up the stairs to her bedroom, had seen her laying
on her belly with nothing but a sheet covering her lovely long, naked
body. He recalled that he had very quietly undressed. He relived the
moments when he gently pulled down the sheet slowly exposing Judy's
luscious body and he remembered slipping into bed beside her. He relived
the moment when, in her sleep, Judy had rolled onto her side so that
Brendan found himself spooning her. He remembered, and so too did his cock
as it now rose to its full potential, sliding his solid 9 inches of
cockmeat into her moist cunt and taking them both to a wonderful, mind
numbing orgasm. He now also remembered that it's been three days since he's
blown a load and he knew his balls were primed. Having watched the kid
follow his every move, he concluded that the kid in front of him just might
be an opportunity. 'Any port in a storm', he thought to himself.


But Brian still hadn't offered an answer to Brendan's question. He was
following the movement of Brendan's hand as he scratched around his
equipment. Finally, he shook his head in the affirmative.


Brendan was wet from taking a shower and all he had wrapped around his
waist was a rather small, skimpy towel. But what really made Brian's mouth
drop was the fact that Brendan was an absolutely beautiful specimen of a
man. He had wide shoulders, a well developed chest, a six pack Brian hoped
he would have one day, and a narrow waist. He had no hair on his chest but
he had a nice thick treasure trail that led from his belly button down into
the towel. But, what really caught Brian?s eye was the terribly indecent
growing bulge hiding behind that little wee towel.

Brendan certainly wasn't bothered by the whole scene being played out
before him. He could care less that he had fucked this kid's mother and
now, if the timing was right, he would face fuck the mother's son. Brendan
was an equal opportunity user.  Taking charge, he told Brian to sit down
and pointed to a chair next to the refrigerator. Brian didn?t hesitate, he
just sat.


Brendan moved toward the line of cupboards and began opening and closing
different cupboard doors. Finally, he arrived at the set of cupboard doors
located directly over Brian?s head. He stepped forward, reached up and
latched on to one of the handles.  As he did, the very big bulge hidden
behind that very skimpy towel came in direct contact with Brian?s
lips. Brendan stayed in that position for a few moments. He looked down at
the kid below him and watched as he slowly flexed his hard cock that
bounced against Brian?s lips. He played at moving things around within the
cupboard and then, stepping back, he brought the bag of sugar out. Without
saying a word, he put the bag down on the counter next to Brian. His hand,
now free of the sugar, reached out and moved up to the back of Brian?s
head. He gently but firmly pulled Brian?s head forward˙and into his
crotch. Brain offered no resistance. Taking Brain?s head now between his
two strong hands, he began rubbing Brian?s lips back and forth across that
area of the towel behind which his very hard, thick cock was
sheltered. Just as Brendan expected, the towel fell away leaving Brendan
naked and exposing his large, circumcised 9 inch cock to Brian's gaze. He
actually pulled Brian's head forward until his lips and the leaking head of
his very steely cock made contact. He rubbed his leaking cock across
Brian's lips smearing the lips with his pre-cum . Brain followed the
movement of the beautiful sight before him but did not open his mouth. He
didn't know why he didn't open his mouth to take Brendan?s cock, but he
just didn't.


Brendan wasn't having any of this shit. He wanted the kid to willingly suck
his meat. He wanted to dominate the kid but he didn't want to force him or
hurt him. He was dying to fuck this kids face. He wanted the personal
satisfaction of knowing that he had used both the mother and her son for
his personal relief and enjoyment. It would be a thrill for him to tell his
buddies or recall in his old age that he had shot his cream into both of
them. But he wasn't going to force Brian. The kid had to open his mouth and
let Brendan slip his cock between his delicious looking lips of his own
free will. Brendan didn't believe in hurting anyone for sexual
gratification. He was well aware that there were people only too willing to
let him to dominate them and, in the process, service him without having to
resort to force.


Then, when he least expected it, a brilliant idea unfolded in his head.  He
reached for the bag containing the sugar on the counter beside Brian,
Letting go of Brian?s head, he pick up the bag and bringing it directly
into Brian's view, he pushed down his heavy cock and dipped the leaking
head into the bag. He pulled it out and set˙the bag back on the
counter. With the head of his cock now fully coated in sugar, he reached
out and once again placed his hand behind Brian's head. Again, he gently
but firmly pulled him towards his waiting, leaking cock. In fractions of
seconds after he applied the slightest pressure to Brian's lips, Brian
opened his mouth and through his own eyes watched Brendan's big cock slowly
slip into his mouth.


What followed was a slow, methodical, deliberate and forcefull face
fucking. Brendan instinctively knew within the first few minutes that this
was not Brian's first time swing on a cock. The kid was a natural born
cocksucker with very little or no gag reflex. Brendan eventually worked all
9 inches luscious inches into Brian?s mouth. Exercising both patience and a
little forceful pushing, he was able to sink some of those inches into
Brian's throat without Brian gagging or choking. Brian, for his part, while
servicing Tommy had very successfully improved on his technique of
breathing through his nose while his mouth was full. Brendan, over his many
experiences with willing cocksuckers, had perfected the art of face
fucking. He always preferred the cocksucker to be underneath him so that he
could fuck downward into the throat just as though he were fucking a nice
tight cunt. What he preferred and what he got were not necessary always the
same thing. The face fucking he gave Brian was slightly rough but no more
so than he would give to any other individual, male or female for that
matter, who was suckling on his cock for the first time. Brendan always
wanted to make sure that the individual, in this case Brian, knew and
understood that he, and not the cocksucker, was in control. There was no
hurry. In fact, Brendan took his sweet time slowly inching up the cale of
pleasure on his way to climax. After a good twenty minutes, he suddenly and
without giving Brian any warning slammed his whole and entire cock into
Brian's face embedding his lips in his thick pubic hair. Keeping Brian's
lips and nose tight to his pubic area, he unloaded shot after shot of his
warm cream into Brian's throat. That last forceful drive to place his cock
in Brian's throat had caused Brian to tear up. But there was to be no let
up while Brendan was shooting off because he wanted to force Brian into
swallowing every drop he gave him.


When he was done shooting and his cock began to soften, he pulled it out of
Brian's mouth. He reached over, picked up the bag of sugar and handed it to
Brian. 'I think your mom is waiting for this', was all he said.


They did not say anything else to each other as Brian got up from the chair
and made his way to the door. Once he had turned the handle and was halfway
out on to the balcony, Brian turned to look back at Brendan. Not having
bothered to pick up the towel, Brendan was standing, facing the door with
his big cock in hand. Brendan looked straight into Brian's eyes. Then still
gripping his not yet totally soft cock, be began to slowly slide his hand
back and forth saying as he did 'You can come back for seconds later if you
like'.


Brian didn't say a word when he closed the door behind him. He descended
the stairs and began walking home at a quickened pace to bring his Mom the
sugar she needed. But, as he walked home, in his mind eye he played out
what had just happened. When he opened the door to his kitchen, he knew in
his heart of hearts that he would go back.