Something in Common Part 1
The steel door of the loft had barely opened when Brian was greeted by an unexpected early morning visitor. “Daddy!” Gus rushed in, and leaped into Brian’s arms.
“Gus.” Brian yawned. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you daddy.” Brian’s mirror image planted a kiss on his father’s cheek.
Brian looked over at Lindsey who was bring up the rear, and now coming through the door. “Good morning poppa. I hope we’re not interrupting anything.” she smiled.
“It’s too early for anything. Do you know what time it is?”
“It’s eight o’clock. You’re suppose to be spending the day with your son. Remember?” Lindsey said.
“The day doesn’t start for another four hours.” Brian yawned again.
Gus scrambled out of his father’s arms. The energetic 3yr old’s feet had barely touched the floor when he darted off to the bedroom. Brian walked over to the kitchen area, and retrieved a can of coffee from the shelf. “Baby!” Gus called out, as he crawled between the covers in search of Justin.
Brian measured two scoops of Columbian dark roast, and dumped it into the coffee filter. “Are you sure you don’t want to take your son shopping with you? The mall air would do him good.” he said.
“I’m in a hurry.” Lindsey said. “I need to finish my shopping, and get some house cleaning done before I have to take Mel back to see the doctor this afternoon. Gus would only slow me down, besides today would be a great time for you to have some bonding time alone with your son.”
“I don’t do kids very well, that’s Mikey’s department.” Brian pointed out.
“Gus isn’t some strange kid, he’s your son.” Lindsey gently reminded him.
Brian looked over at the bed where Gus had made his way through the covers, and was now continuing his search for Baby in the bathroom. “What am I going to do with a three year old?” he wondered out loud.
“Talk to him.”
“About what?”
“Anything. What did you, and your father talk about?”
“You mean when he wasn’t kicking my ass?”
“Baby!” Gus called for Justin.
“Come on Brian, you and your father must have had some good times.” Lindsey insisted.
“None that I can recall.”
“Well I’m sure you, and Gus will find something in common. Right now I have to go before Mel wakes up, and realizes that I’m not home, and tries to get out of bed. The doctor wants her on complete bed rest. Gus I’m leaving!” Lindsey called to her son. Gus’s footsteps could be heard running from the bathroom, and through the bedroom. The toddler stopped short at the top of the bedroom steps. “Gus, mommy has to go take mommy Mel to the doctor. Do you want to stay here with daddy?” Lindsey asked.
Brian prayed that his son would cry, and insist on going with his mother. “I’m staying here with daddy.” Gus decided.
Brian watched the steel door of the loft close behind Lindsey before turning to his son. He certainly didn’t look very threatening, a spitting image of himself, with just a hint of Lindsey. Gus had his mother’s smile. He also had her temperament, so much so that Brian could barely remembered ever hearing his son cry. Even when he had that ear infection that sent him to the hospital Gus barely made a whimper.
“Do you want to play daddy?” Gus smiled at his father.
“What would you like to play?” Brian asked.
“I can draw pictures.” Gus said proudly.
Brian walked over to his desk, and pulled out one of Justin’s sketchbooks. He was flipping through the pages in search of a blank sheet when Gus made an observance. “That’s Baby’s pictures.” he said.
“Yep, these are Baby’s pictures.” Brian concurred.
“That’s me.” Gus pointed to a sketch of himself. “And that’s you daddy!” he pointed again.
“Yeah, Baby likes to draw pictures of you, and me, and mommy.” Brian said.
“And mommy Mel.” Gus added.
“Yes, and mommy Mel.” Brian handed his son a blank sheet of paper, and colored chalk before the two of them took a seat on the floor.
“I’m going to draw a picture of you daddy. Hold still.” Gus said.
Brian struck a pose, and watched as Gus mimicked Justin. The toddler held his colored chalk at arms length, and closed one eye as if he was mapping out his father’s face. Brian held perfectly still as he had done so many times for Justin. While indulging his son’s creativity Brian’s mind drifted back to the night he missed the roasted chicken dinner at Lindsey’s. It had been well past midnight when he tapped on Lindsey’s door. Like the best friend she was Lindsey not only allowed him entrance, she was even willing to warm up the leftovers for him. While Lindsey was in the kitchen Brian crept into the nursery. He recalled how fragile Gus looked laying there in his crib, sound asleep. At first Brian hesitated, but soon gave in to his urge to pick up the tiny creature. Gus yawned, and stretched as his father awkwardly lifted him into his arms, then tiptoed back into the living room. It was there reclined on Lindsey’s sofa, with Gus curled up into a little ball on his chest that Brian fell in love with his son.
“You moved daddy!” Gus frowned.
“I’m sorry.” Brian straightened up momentarily until his mind once again began to drift. This time to the incident at the loft where Gus accidentally stumbled in on him, and Justin in a most uncompromising position…Justin tilted his head back for a kiss, allowing Brian to snake his tongue deep inside his mouth. “Mummmm.”
“Quiet Brian, you’ll wake up Gus.”
“Who?”
“Gus.”
Brian took the teen’s hand, and lead him over to the sofa. He could barely wait for his baby to recline before taking Justin’s cock into his mouth. It had been over a month since he dipped his tongue into Justin’s sweet nectar, and felt the heat of his baby’s thighs wrapped tightly around his waist. Justin entwined his fingers in Brian’s hair, and gently pulled as his lover hungrily devoured his cock. “Oooh god.” Justin fought to keep his voice down.
Brian was far less accommodating. Now with Justin straddled on top of him, he wrapped his arms around his baby’s waist, and pulled Justin down onto his chest. Brian took over the rhythm of the fuck. He could feel the teens cock sliding against his belly, leaving its trail of slippery pre-cum between their sweat soaked bodies. “Oh yeah!” Brian cried out as he thrust his hips upwards.
“Oooh.” Justin moaned.
“Come on baby.” Brian panted.
“Oh god.” Justin’s body shivered.
“Cum for daddy.” Brian edged him on.
“Ooooh God!” Justin cried out as a series of hot spurts began to leap between their chests.
“Yeah, that’s it. Drown me baby.” Brian hissed.
“Brian.”
“Mummmm.”
“Brian.”
“I’m cumming baby!” Brian lifted his head, and nipped Justin’s throat as the first wave of orgasm overtook him. He could feel Justin’s hands pulling at his hair. Wait a minute, Justin’s arms were around his neck.
Brian opened his eyes to the sound of giggling. He looked up at Justin who was now as motionless, and wide eyed as a deer caught in the headlights. Brian tilted his head back a little further, and looked over the arm of the sofa. “Gus.”
Gus immediately recognized the game. Baby had played horsy with him many times before. The laughing toddler decided to join in the fun by climbing up onto Justin’s back. “Gus no! Brian do something! ” Justin panicked.
“Ride him sonny-boy!” Brian cheered his son on.
“Don’t tell him that, get him off!” Justin pleaded as Gus bounced up, and down……………
“Daddy, you’re moving again.” Gus fussed.
“I’m sorry sonny-boy.”
Brian had failed at his attempt to contain himself, and was now reeling in laughter. He stood up from the floor holding his side. “Gus, daddy has to go to the bathroom.” he wailed.
The sweet memory became even funnier as Brian stumbled off to the toilet. He had barely reached the bowl, and positioned himself when a stream of urine began to flow. Gus stood next to his father, and joined him with a yellow stream of his own. The toddler looked at his penis, then over at Brian’s, then back to his. “You’ve got a big pee-pee daddy.” The little man took note.
“Yes Gus.” Brian was finally catching his breath. “Daddy has a man’s pee-pee. When you grow up you’ll have a man’s pee-pee too.” He told his son. Brian then watched as a huge smile spread across his son’s face. Indeed, they had found something in common.
The day ended much like it began, with Lindsey sliding the steel door of the loft open. Gus leaped out of his father’s lap, and ran to greet his mother. “How is my big boy?” Lindsey smiled as she scooped her son up for a hello hug, and kiss. “Did you have fun with daddy today?”
“Mommy, daddy has a big pee-pee, and when I grow up I’m going to have a big pee-pee too!” Gus blurted out.
“Brian” Lindsey growled.
“What?” Brian shrugged his shoulders innocently.
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