In The Company Of Men Pt. II

"Ladies, and gentlemen we will be landing at Pittsburgh International airport in approximately fifteen minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts." The stewardess made the announcement over the intercom.

"Did you hear that sweetheart? We're almost home." Melanie reached over, and fasten Gus's seatbelt. "I know you're tired, but don't worry, we'll in our own beds before you know it." she said.

Gus didn't respond. He continued to stare out of the window of his red-eye flight. His dad was right. Leave it to a woman to spoil everything………………………………........................

It had been Gay & Lesbian Day at Six Flagg's "Great America", and the popular amusement park was filled with doting mothers in sensible shoes, and beautiful men in form fitting tees, and painted on jeans. For Justin, Tony, and Brian it was an eye-candy feast, however for 5yr old Gus it was another precious opportunity to be in the company of men.

Gus strutted through the huge amusement park along side his father, and he didn't even have to hold onto anyone's hand. It had been a great day so far. All that morning, and afternoon Gus had been riding on the "big-boy" rides, the ones his mommies always insisted were too dangerous for him. This included the giant water slide, the Tornado Twister, and the Superman rollercoaster. Over in the arcade, Justin had held him up to the rifle at the shooting gallery so that Gus could take aim at the plastic ducks swimming by. Even though he kept missing, Brian encouraged his son to try again, while Tony continued to pay the man to let Gus play the game until the young marksman had finally shot enough ducks to win one of the stuffed giraffes hanging inside the tent. If that wasn't cool enough, Gus was now about to take a pee in the MENS room.

Tony stepped up to the urinal, and unzipped his jeans. "You barely made it here. For a moment I thought you were going to piss in your pants when the rollercoaster made that first dip." he teased Brian.

"Rollercoasters don't bother me." Brian said.

"Bullshit, you were screaming like a woman." Tony laughed.

Brian placed left hand on his hip, and held his dick with his right. "That wasn't me screaming that was Justin." He said, and began his flow.

"Don't try to blame it on me. My voice was never that high. That was you Brian." Justin concurred from the urinal on the other side of Tony.

Gus placed the giraffe he won at the shooting gallery on the floor, and stepped up to the urinal between Tony, and Brian. Like his dad, he unzipped the fly on his jeans, placed his left hand on his hip, and held his dick with his right. "I didn't scream like a woman. Did I Tony?" Gus began his flow.

Tony shook the last few drops of urine off his dick, and stuffed it back inside his jeans. "No you didn't Tiger. You're a big boy." He said, and headed over to the sink.

Brian reached over, and gently nudged his son closer to the urinal. "Watch yourself sonny-boy, you're going to piss on your shoes. You haven't quite got the reach yet." he said.

Gus moved up closer to the urinal, and glanced around at all of the men, and older boys in the bathroom. Some were waiting in line for the little bathtubs against the wall, while others were washing their hands, laughing, talking, and readjusting themselves. This certainly was nothing like the woman's washrooms his mommies always made him go into.

"I'm starved. Who's up for lunch?" Justin called from the sink.

"Me! I'm up for lunch!" Gus zipped up, and went to wash his hands.

"You mean dinner don't you?" Brian looked at his watch. "It's almost five o'clock."

"I'm game. What do we want?" Tony asked.

"Pizza, let's have pizza!" Gus suggested.

"No more pizza today big-guy." Justin frowned, and held his belly.

"Steak?" Brian suggested.

"Steak." They all agreed……………………………….................................................

"We're beginning our descent into Pittsburg International Airport now. Again I'd like to take this time to remind you to make sure that your seatbelts are secure." The stewardess said again.

Melanie reached over, and took her son's hand. Gus had been unusually quiet throughout the whole flight. "Gus, honey please don't be mad at mommy for coming to get you. I missed you." she said.

"I was coming home on Saturday!" Gus said.

"Your father didn't ask me if you could go. He shouldn't have taken you without permission." Melanie said.

"He DID have permission. He had my mom's permission." Gus reminded her.

"But you have two mommies. I talked it over with Lindsey, and she agrees with me that Brian should have gotten permission from both of us before taking you." Melanie said.

Gus pulled his hand away, and turned back to the window where the airport lights below were becoming closer, and closer……………………………….......................................................

Forget about the light, airy ambiance of health food restaurants, with its fresh greenery, and herbal scents. The Weber Grill was known for its rustic seating area, and its man size three inch steaks. Ahhh, Gus inhaled the aroma of grease, and charbroiled meats. Nope, he didn't have to worry about having to eat any hummus, tofu, or veggie sandwiches with bean sprouts there.

"Good evening gentlemen, can I get you something from the bar?" The waitress asked as she passed out her menus.

"I'll have a beer." Brian said.

"That sounds good, I'll have a beer too." Justin said.

Tony was about to order a cold brew when he looked over at Gus. "I think I'll have a beer too, a root beer. What about you Tiger?"

"I'll have a root beer too." Gus said.

"On second thought, a root beer sounds better." Justin nudged Brian underneath the table.

"Make that root beers all around." Brian changed his order too.

The waitress headed off to the bar leaving her patrons to ponder their selections. "Where's the kids menu?" Gus asked.

"We're not ordering from the kiddie menu today sonny-boy." Brian informed him. "We're having steak. May I suggest the filet minion, medium well?"

"What's filet minion?" Gus asked.

"It's a little man's steak big-guy." Justin said.

"Then that's what I want." Gus put his menu down.

The waitress returned, and placed her four frothy mugs near each of her customers. "Are you ready to order?" she asked.

"I'll have the T-bone, medium rare, the loaded baked potato, and salad with the house dressing." Brian ordered first.

"I'll have the same." Justin said.

"I'll have the salmon steak, with steamed vegetables." Tony adhered to his diet.

"And what about the young man?" The waitress asked.

"I'll have filet minion, and French fries." Gus said with authority.

The waitress's eyebrows went up. "And how would you like that sir?" she asked.

Gus looked over at his father who quickly mouthed the words medium well. "I want my steak medium well done." Gus said………………………………..............................................

Daylight was beginning to rise over the Pittsburgh area when Gus suddenly realized that he had now been awake all day, and all night. Funny, his moms always told him that he needed at least eight hours of sleep every night, or he would be too exhausted the next day. Lying women. Gus wasn't feeling the least bit sleepy or tired. The youngster concluded that was just another lie that his mommies had told him to con him into going to bed at eight thirty every night.

Melanie again attempted to strike up a conversation with her son. "Are you hungry? When we get home I could make you a peanut butter, and banana sandwich before you go to bed. Would you like that?"

"I'm not hungry. I had a steak. There's nothing like a fine piece of meat." Gus said, then turned back to look out of the taxi window, that was speeding down the highway to take him home. ………………………………..............................................

Gus scanned the various entrees the waitress brought to their table. It reminded him of one of those feasts that a king would have in the movies. Justin cut himself a chunk from his T-bone, and popped it into his mouth. "What's the matter big-guy? Don't you like your steak?" he asked.

"I need someone to cut it for me. Mom says I shouldn't use sharp knives." Gus said.

"Bullshit. Pick up your steak knife with your right hand, and your fork with your left." Brian held up his flatware. " Now spear your meat, and hold it in place with your fork, and cut it with your knife. That's it, just keep sawing back, and forth with your knife until you hit the plate."

Gus followed his father's instructions, and sliced himself a chunk of meat. He dipped it into the steak sauce Tony poured onto his plate, and popped the morsel into his mouth. "Hummm." Gus smiled.

"That's as good as it gets for a man sonny-boy. There's nothing like a fine piece of meat." Brian said.

"Here, here!" Justin raised his fork.

"Oh take it easy you little tomcat." Tony frowned at Justin.

"Pop do we have to go home Saturday?" Gus asked between mouthfuls.

"Yeah, I'm afraid so. Your moms are worried to death that I might make a man out of you." Brian popped a chunk of meat into his mouth.

"What your father means is that your mommies are worried about you." Tony rephrased Brian's answer.

"Why?" Gus couldn't understand.

"Because women really don't understand us guys. They mean well, but it's harder for them to let go. They would rather keep treating us like babies than to let us fall on our butts once in awhile." Tony said.

"Stupid cunts."

"Brian." Justin frowned.

"What's a cunt?" Gus asked.

"A cunt is a stupid woman that you can't reason with, kind of like your mommy Mel."

"Brian!" Justin frowned again.

"But who's going to take care of Tony when we leave?" Gus worried.

"I'm feeling much better now Tiger, thanks to you, and Justin, and your dad. I can take care of myself, and if I need help with anything I can always ask Mary." Tony said.

"But who's going to sleep with you at night? You're going to be all alone." Gus pointed out.

Brian, and Justin looked at each other, both knowing of their impending heartbreak, yet unwilling to bring up the subject of saying goodbye to Tony. The past three weeks had solidified them as partners, bound together in a circle of love that was about to now be broken. The distance from Pittsburgh was only a couple of hours away, but it may as well be on the other side of the earth.

Tony's answer was interrupted by his cell phone. "What is it Mary?…What? ….. WHAT? We're on our way home?" Tony clicked off his phone, and looked over at Brian.

"What's wrong Tony?" Justin asked.

"That was Mary on the phone. She says the police, and Melanie are at my house. If we don't bring Gus home right away we're going to be charged with kidnapping."……………………

The taxi had barely stopped when Gus opened the passenger door, and stormed out of the cab. He brushed past Lindsey who was standing on the front porch, and headed up the stairs to his room.

"Hello sweetheart. Don't I even get a hug?" Lindsey called after him.

"No!" Gus continued up the stairs.

"I'd like to hear about your stay with your dad. Did you have a good time." Lindsey asked.

Gus stopped at the top of the steps, and looked back at his mother. "Tony, and Justin took me to the zoo, and the geese started chasing me, but Tony fought them away. My pop took me to Great America, and he let me ride the big-boy rides, even the rollercoasters. I had filet minion cooked medium well done, and I cut it up all by myself. We drank root beer from real beer glasses with a handle on them, and everything, and I got to pee in the MENS washroom!"

"Oh my, it sounds like you had quite an adventure." Lindsey smiled.

Melanie finished paying the driver, and walked through the front door just as Gus had turned to go inside his room. "Wait! Are you going to bed already pumpkin? Can mommy Mel have a hug before you lay down?" She called up to Gus.

Gus paused before going inside his room. "Stupid cunts. I hate you both!" He hissed, and slammed the door behind him.

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