Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2010 15:14:26 -0300
From: monosauris@hotmail.com
Subject: Breaking Brian in - 3

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 consent.


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 through 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
e-mail. Feel free to send it along to monosauris@hotmail.com


Part 3 - Breaking Brian In - Brendan continues the education


Brian did not return to see Brendan that evening or during the next
day. Brendan, for his part, became somewhat concerned that he might have
spooked him. He had a whole week of holiday and he certainly didn't want to
spend it with his right hand as his only companion. Nope, he had really
enjoyed playing with the kid. He didn't know how much the kid knew about
gay sex but after giving the kid yesterday's display of dominance, he was
sure the kid had potential and that he could further the kids education. He
wasn't the least bit interested that the kid could become his future
step-brother. His only concern was even if he didn't teach the kid some new
tricks, he might be able to keep his balls empty and that really was his
base objective.


On the morning following his encounter with Brian, he rose late and just as
he was about to step into the shower, his father called. He was still in
the City. With his brothers gone to visit their grandparents in the country
for the March Break,Brendan was looking forward to spending some quality
time with his father. During their telephone conversation, his father had
informed him that quite suddenly the Fire Chief had asked him if he could
possibly represent him at a conference being held in Ontario. Because
meeting people from other Fire Departments across the Country was a smart
political thing to do as one climbed the ladder of promotion, Mr. McNeil
had accepted.  He told Brendan that he would really like to invite Judy to
join him on the trip because he knew that she had taken a week off of work
but there was the problem of what to do with her son, Brian, while they
were away for the four days. Besides, the father mused, the trip would
allow Judy to see her sister and their new home and allow them to further
their relationship.


As he listened to his father, the wheels in Brendan's head slowly began to
turn. How could he benefit from this situation? Why not offer to watch over
Brian, he thought to himself. The kid's old enough to be no bother. And,
the thought of using Brian to his own ends, appealed to him. Cautiously, he
broached the idea to his father who didn't seem all that enthusiastic
initially because he kept suggesting other women he could call upon. But,
in the end, Brendan won his point. He reminded his father that Brendan was
an only child and that spending some time with him might do the little guy
some good. 'Besides', he said to his father, 'It's not like Judy doesn't
know me. Of course, he didn't mention to his father that Judy and he knew
each other just a little more intimately than that one time threesome. He
loved his father but the information that he was dicking his girlfriend on
occasion might have been just too much for his father to bear. So he said
nothing. In the end, Bill agreed to recommend to Judy that Brian stay with
Brendan for the days they would be away.


Actually, the reason why Brian had not gone over to Brendan's later that
afternoon or evening was because he had helped his mother finish with the
baking and the clean-up. Then, later in the afternoon, Dougy Mills and
Jamie FitzHugh, who were cousins and two of his soccer mates, had come
over. All three boys rattled around the house getting into Judy's hair for
several hours until Dougy called his mother and got permission for a sleep
over. This wasn't unusual or extraordinary because the young guys on the
soccer team regularly slept over at each others houses. The only house they
very rarely slept at was the FitzHugh house and that was primarily because
Jamie's step dad was a strict disciplinarian. As the boys said among
themselves, 'He had no sense of ha-ha'. They loved Ethel, Jamie's Mom,
because she was a great baker and any time the boys were over to hang out
even if not in the house, she would always whip up a plate of cookies
accompanied by the ever present chocolate milk. Any sleepovers at the
FitzHugh house usually took place when Jamie's step dad Helmut, who was the
representative of a large European precision tool company, was away on
business. Brian got along with all his soccer team mates but he always had
a soft spot for Jamie.


Jamie had been adopted by Alfred or 'Al' as he was called and Ethel
FitzHugh when he was two years of age. Al had been a soldier assigned to
the United Nations and had tragically died in one of the conflicts
overseas. Brian remembered the funeral because it was the very first
funeral he had ever attended. The whole village had attended. Jamie must
have been around seven or eight years old at the time. Brian remembered the
little boy with the unruly mop of blond hair clinging to his mother's hand
sobbing uncontrollably as the coffin was lowered into the ground. He had
made to jump into that big hole in the ground, and would have, had not the
two soldiers standing behind his mother grabbed him.


At the suggestion of Brian's dad, a few days after the funeral, Brian and
his mom went gone over to see Ethel & Jamie. Brian's dad wanted to see if
Ethel was going to be financially okay in the short term while Al's death
benefits and pension were settled. He wanted to see if there was anything
the Legion could or needed do to help her.


Although Al & Ethel were Roman Catholics, Jamie was born a
Protestant. Brian remembered asking his dad what a Protestant was. Brent
didn't want his son adopting any of the prejudices with which he had grown
up in Northern Ireland so he provided his son with an explanation that
would serve Brian well for the rest of his life.


'Son', he said picking Brian up and sitting him on his lap, 'Protestants
are people just like you and me. They get up every morning brush their
teeth, eat their breakfast and put their pants on one leg at a time just as
you and I do. They go to school or to work, shop for groceries, eat their
vegetables, watch TV, enjoy sports and take showers just like we do. The
only difference between us and Protestants is that there are the
differences ways of reading the Bible. We read it in one form that is
approved by Holy Mother Church and they read it in another form approved by
their own people. But, just like Father Robert says in Church on Sunday, we
are all trying to get to Heaven. So, we and the Protestants are trying to
do exactly the same thing. We all want to go to Heaven but we are simply
taking different streets. 'Someday will I see Jamie there? Will Jamie see
his dad there?' asked Brian laying his head on his father's chest. `I'm
sure we'll all end up there eventually.' his dad replied bending down to
kiss him on his head. `And' he saud `I'm sure that someday, perhaps a long
time from now, Jamie will see his dad there.'


Jamie's adopted parents had not changed his religion. He attended the
little protestant school and was enrolled in the Sunday school at the
little Anglican Church. While both sets of parents were friends and
founding members of the Legion in the Village, the boys really only got to
know each other well through their enrolment in the Wolf Cub Pack which
operated out of the little St. James's Anglican Church.


If one were to ask Brian he could recall that afternoon meeting when he and
Jamie sat on the porch for all the time the two mothers talked in the house
and never said a word. Brian thought of Jamie often. At that time in his
life, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to grow up without his
dad. He would drop by to see Jamie quite often. They never really played as
boys played. For the first few visits all they would do was sit cross
legged on the floor of Jamie's room and listen to the soft music playing in
the background. It was always classical piano music and, on one occasion,
Brian remembered asking what he thought was a really dumb question. He had
asked Jamie who was playing. Brian recalled Jamie's face taking on a
totally different look. It was as if someone had opened a door. Jamie
introduced Brian to the world renowned, Canadian pianist, Glen Gould and
classical music. It became a subject of conversation between them, almost
like a foot bridge over a ravine separating two worlds; it was like the
thread that held their friendship together.  Over the next little while,
Jamie slowly came out of his shell. He began to participate more in the
boys' games. But as for the music, Jamie became the teacher and Brian the
pupil. Jamie would often take Brian down to the living room and under the
watchful eyes of his mother, he would play pieces of music they had
listened to on the records on the beautiful piano set up in the corner of
the room.  Brian would often sit next to Jamie on the piano bench when
Jamie played. Then, when Jamie turned 11 or so, Ethel took up with this
European chap and Jamie's world changed completely.


The arrival of Helmut into Jamie's life was like a bucket of ice water
being thrown on a sleeping form in the morning. Helmut had grown up in a
world of strict discipline but then Helmut had spent his childhood growing
up at a time when Europe was in turmoil. Helmut's father, also a strict
individual was a banker. He had no use for the new political regime and
didn't like where his country was headed. He believed in doing his duty to
the State and all that sort of stuff, but he knew that there would be no
option in the future but war. Once he had come to this realization and at
the first opportunity, he arranged for a transfer to his Banks Bern Branch
and moved his family to Switzerland. Helmut, however, had been old enough
to remain behind and did. When it was his time, he enrolled in Army but he
never spoke of his service or the theatres in which he had served.


He was really not well liked in the village, never walked down to the
village pub or the Legion for a pint, never socialized if he could help
it. He would almost always leave the room when his wife had visitors. The
only time anyone can remember him remaining in the room when someone
visited was when the local Parish Priest, Father Robert, made his annual
parish visit. After he moved in with Ethel, he imposed a strict regimen on
Jamie. Since Helmut thought that piano players were sissies, the first
thing he did, over the objections of his new wife, was get rid of the
piano. He then took Jamie out of the Protestant school and enrolled him in
the Catholic School because he believed that the Religious Brothers had a
better level of teaching discipline. He put Jamie into the soccer program
and on a hockey team or what he called masculine sports. He might have
loved Ethel after his own fashion but he made Jamie's life hell. Jamie
couldn't wait for the day when he could tell his step-father where to go
and how fast to get there. He would have done it already but he knew all
about Helmut's explosive temper. Helmut used a heavy leather strap on Jamie
whenever he thought Jamie needed a lesson. Jamie also knew that Helmut kept
a 9mm pistol in their bedroom closet even though Ethel had repeatedly asked
him to get rid of it. Not that Jamie thought his step-father would use it
but he really wasn't interested in finding out. The gun was there. It was
always an intimidating threat because when Helmut was really mad at him, he
would refer to it.


Brian could remember when the news began to filter out around the village
that his father had died. Brian was devastated. He ran to and stayed in his
room. First the neighbourhood women arrived and then Judy's mother and
sisters arrived from the City. No-one, not even Judy who was so wrapped up
in her grief thought of Brian alone in his room. It was now night time, the
blinds were closed and the room was dark. Suddenly, the door opened and a
beam of light outlined a form slipping into his room. He could not make out
the face. Then the door closed and the darkness returned. He heard the
person walking across his bedroom and then he heard first one shoe and then
the other hit the floor. Slowly, ever so slowly, he felt the bed shift as
the individual climbed on the bed and lay down beside him. Without
exchanging a word between them, Jamie wrapped his arms around his friend as
the floodgates holding back Brian's tears burst. This was something Jamie
understood and he had come to help his friend through his personal hell, a
hell that he had already experienced.


After the telephone call with his father, Brendan had taken his
shower. True, it was only March, but the weather had turned fairly
warm. Everyone was thankful for the early Spring. Brendan dressed in a
white t-shirt, a pair of well worn jeans and slipped on some running
shoes. He did not put on any underwear. He had decided to go over to Judy's
place to see how she felt about his father's suggestion of him looking
after Brian while they went on their trip. He knew his father would not be
coming home because he always kept clean clothes and a fresh uniform or two
at the stationhouse in the City. Either Brendan would be driving Judy into
the City using his father's spare car or Judy would take the train. Brendan
saw no need for her to take the train.


He walked around to the back of Judy's house, opened the outer door and
slipped into the porch. Taking off his running shoes, he slowly and quietly
opened the kitchen door. He could hear Judy talking on the telephone in the
dining room. He silently tip toed on his bare feet up behind her and gently
encircled her in his arms. He bent down and kissed her on the neck. Judy
initially froze but after a few brief seconds realized who it was and she
relaxed against him. Initially she had thought it was Bill who had come out
to get her but when Brendan had bent down to kiss her neck she had caught a
glimpse of his red head. Besides, even though she wished for it, she knew
that Bill was not adventuresome as a lover. Yes, he was gentle, tender,
attentive to her every need and rode her to the finish line like the filly
she was but he was not spontaneous. He never took her outside the
bedroom. Brendan, on the other hand, had taken her in her bed, on the
couch, on the floor in front of the fire place, on the kitchen counter, in
the shower, on the bloody washing machine during its spin cycle for heavens
sake and now was about to take her on the dining room table.


Brendan didn't know who she was talking too but he really didn't care. He
unfolded his arms and slid them up under her blouse to cup her big tits
contained by her bra. He loved playing with and nuzzling those ripe
melons. He then moved his hands to her back and undid the bra straps. He
was good at that. He'd had a lot of practice and learned to do it in his
sleep. He then slowly moved his hands around her tummy and soon had one
hand heading south and the other north. The hand & arm heading north first
massaged her breasts and then slowly began to undo the buttons of her
blouse. The hand and arm heading south returned to rubbing her tummy and
then slipped into her panties where his big index finger slowly began
teasing the little boatman at the entrance to her box. Ever the firm
believer in taking advantage of any port in a storm, Brendan was intending
to give Judy a real good fucking before she headed off on her little
holiday with his father. He chuckled to himself as he thought about his
father later in the day or later that night being pleased with himself as
he slid his own cock into a cunt he thought he owned not knowing that
earlier in the day, that same cunt had been well stretched, well fucked and
thoroughly flooded by breeding sperm shot into it by him, Brendan, his
first born. Thank God she assured him that she was on the pill, he thought,
or there could be an accident he wasn't prepared to live with.


After teasing Judy just a little, he withdrew his southern arm and hand and
undid the button holding his jeans together at the top. He then slowly drew
down his zipper making sure that he did not catch any of his pubic
hairs. With his northern arm and hand, he had completed undoing the buttons
of her blouse and had slipped it off her shoulders. He then removed her
bra. Now, it was just a matter of undoing and lowering her slacks which,
with patience, he accomplished with ease. Although her breathing rate had
increased slightly she was still managing to talk to whoever it was on the
telephone. After he concentrated on listening to the conversation for a
moment, he came to realize that she was talking to her sister in
Ontario. As soon as she stood naked in front of him and he was naked from
the waist down behind her, he leaned forward gently pushing her to bend and
lay her upper body onto the dining room table. Without hesitation he guided
his raging hard-on into the entrance of her moist box and bucked his hips
forward sending his full 9 inches deep inside her. Judy let out a gasp
which her sister immediately picked up on. When she enquired if something
was wrong, Judy covered it by saying that she had stretched to pick
something up and had nearly dropped it. Her sister seemed satisfied with
the explanation.  As soon as she politely could, Judy ended her
conversation with he sister promising to see her soon, put the portable
phone down on the table and turned her attention to the thick breeding tube
now moving slowly in and out of her body. `Gawd', she thought to herself,
`if he were only a little older she might consider settling down with him.'
But, judging from conversations she had had with Bill, she instinctively
knew that Brendan still had some living and some maturing to do. After all,
he was just an adventurous university student with two years to go before
graduation and a career to think about. All that being considered, she knew
from her intimate experiences that Brendan was a marvellously good and very
satisfying fuck.


After they had come down from the high of their mid morning tryst, Judy led
Brendan to the upstairs shower where they continued to enjoy each others
body as each washed the other. Brendan definitely wanted another go and had
almost succeeded in turning her around so he could penetrate her yet again
but Judy was determined to get on with her preparations for the trip with
Bill and wouldn't cooperate.  After she had dried herself and got dressed
again, she left Brendan to look after himself and went downstairs to call
Brian over at the Mills house. She, quite literally, asked him for his
permission to go. It didn't seem to bother Brian that she was going on the
trip with Mr. McNeil. But, throwing in the fact that she was going to see
his Aunt May, Uncle John and, of course, his cousin Tommy, at their new
home seemed to help make up his mind. She explained that both Mr. McNeil
and she thought it was a good idea if he spent some quality time with
Brendan who would now be alone in the McNeil house. Of course, neither of
them knew that Brian had already spent some quality time the day before
being face fucked and force fed by Brendan's ever ready breeding
tube. Brian readily agreed and wished his mother a safe trip. Judy wanted
to see Brian before she left for the City so she asked Brendan if he would
mind going to get him. Brendan went home and decided that instead of using
his fathers spare car, he would take his motorcycle to pick the kid up. He
didn't know if Brian had ever been on a motorcycle before but he thought
the kid might enjoy the excitement of the ride. If he had some time later
in the day, he would take him for a spin on some of the country roads.


After he picked Brian up from the Mills residence, he brought him back to
his house. Brian thoroughly enjoyed his first, albeit short, ride on a
motorcycle. After offering to take Brian out later in the day for a ride on
the bike in the country, he suggested that Brian pack a few things like
clean underwear, a shirt or sweater or two, a pair of jeans, some clean
socks, a pair of pyjamas (although he knew that if he had his way the kid
would never wear them but he had to keep up appearances for mommy), and his
toiletries. Once he was packed, he drove Brian over to his place and, after
putting Brian's bag in the kitchen; he exchanged the motorcycle for the car
and went to pick up Judy.


The drive into the City was uneventful. They had to wait and lost a little
time when they came to the bridge crossing the river because the moving
span had been lifted to let a vessel pass underneath. The by-pass section
had been closed for repair. During the drive, he and Brian talked about the
different players and the latest soccer tournament being played out in the
British Premier League while Judy sat there listening and getting more
comfortable with every passing minute that Brian would enjoy the time he
would spend with Brendan. Upon reaching the fire station where his father
waited, Brian and his mother exchanged pleasantries while Mr. McNeil and
Brendan put everything into his father's trunk. When everything was loaded
and they were ready to depart, Brian kissed his mother good-by. Brendan and
his father shook hands and the pairs went their separate ways.


On the way out of the City, Brendan offered to purchase and Brian accepted
to have pizza for supper. Brendan bought not one but two large all-dressed
pizzas and several bottles of pop. They chatted about everything under the
sun during the first part of the drive home. After they had crossed the
bridge and there was very little traffic on the County highway, Brendan
reached over, picked up Brian's hand and placed it on his hardening
cock. Even though he had fucked this kid's mother only a few short hours
before, Brendan was more than ready to continue the kid's education. He
needed to make sure that Brian knew what his role was going to be for the
next few days. He wanted to make sure that Brian knew, without a doubt,
that Brendan was going to feed him his cock whenever he felt like it and
that Brian's role was to worship the cock when offered.

`Ready for second's', he asked looking Brian in the eyes. When Brian did
not look away and nodded his head, he let the kid's hand go for a moment.
He reached down with his free hand, undid the button holding his jeans
together, slowly pulled down the zipper watching Brian's eyes following the
downward motion of his hand, reached in and brought out his already leaking
fuck stick. He then reached over for Brain's hand and placed it once again
on his now free cock. Brian slowly wrapped his fingers around it. When he
saw that Brian was not offering any resistance and was now holding his big
cock, he reached up and placed his hand behind Brian's head. He slowly
began drawing those luscious lips and his waiting cock together.