Flatbush Avenue

 by: Staley Cole Smith

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Chapter 2
THAT OLD FEELING 

Adelaide Peppeto, worked for Asa three days a week as his housekeeper. She did light housekeeping and kept the bathroom and kitchen spotless.

Much of the groceries for the house Asa was delivered; but occasionally Adelaide would buys simple things like beer for any company he might receive.

“This stupid thing isn’t right – look at the damn thing, piece of crap, Asa hollered from the other room.

“Mr. Asa, why are you yelling? Said Adelaide

“It’s my shoe”

“What is wrong with your shoe? My goodness you have more problems.”

“I can’t get the damn thing on my foot. I bend over but I don’t reach. I pull my leg up and I get a cramp. I don’t think they fit like they should”

“You probably have them on the wrong foot. Do you remember the left from your right? That could be your problem,”

“I’m arthritic, not senile. My problem is bending - your problem is your mouth” 

“Here, let me help. What a man, complain, complain, said Adelaide.  She helped Asa with his shoe then went back into the kitchen.

“I’m making you a sandwich; I have to leave early today”

“Good – good, leave early, I don’t want a sandwich, I am getting company in an hour.”

“Who’s coming?” 

“A predator, he’s one of those strangers who aren’t too fussy.” Answered Asa

“Be serious” said Adelaide

“Serious, I am serious. I have been talking to him on the computer and he is stopping by for some tea”

“What did you do; say you were a student with blond hair?”

“No, I said I was elderly with wrinkles” but he’s no kid either, so okay it will be”

Adelaide put everything away in the refrigerator and spoke again to Asa.

“I don’t like this idea. You don’t know this person, such a putz you are lately.” She stood in the doorway looking like nurse Ratchet. 

“Stop worrying, I know him; it’s Bernie;” mumbled Asa, waiting for a sharp comeback from the lady Ratchet.  Adelaide didn’t get along with Asa’s friends, as a general rule.

“Yee God - Bernie, another putz. I give up with you Asa; you told a lie” she said

“No I didn’t, Bernie and I talk on the computer. We do email. It’s that thing where you type and hit send.”

“I know what email is; good grief, you have an answer for everything; see you Friday” said Adelaide

“Friday? - That’s tomorrow,”

“Good – senile, you’re not. That was a test; because with you, one never knows, and she closed the door behind her.

Bernie was not stopping by. Asa made that up. He didn’t consider it lying, but rather a senior license to say what he pleased. It’s uncomplicated that way.

Adelaide was far too nosy anyway, so he constantly had to keep her in check. Too much Adelaide was too much annoyance.

In his hay-day, he would say when he went to bed; it was like being on a honeymoon. Some nights were terrific and some nights, you just wanted to stay drunk.

He was acquainted with a Puerto Rican man that he met years ago, of all places, cruising Central Park in the early evening before it was even dark.

They were both younger in those days and they continued seeing each other simply for sex. His name was Carlos and they became close, but never real friends.

Carlos claimed he was straight, but he liked being around gay people. Asa always thought that Carlos was a bit ‘touched’ in the head, but below the waist, hotter than, ‘Asopao de pollo’ (hot spicy chicken);  and that was good enough to satisfy the best of appetites.

Carlos was a masculine married man with style and rather good looking. You never know where the bushes will lead you. He had a dick that could raise the hair on the back of your neck. This is what Asa told Bernie about Carlos, on one of his bragging sprees.

For years, Bernie tried to confirm that rumor by hooking up with Carlos himself; but it never happened.

Carlos met Bernie a couple of times, and he didn’t like him. As long as he had Asa swallowing, he had no interest in him.

“Forget about it.” Asa would tell Bernie. “Carlos doesn’t like Jews.”

“And, just what the hell are you?” 

“Hungarian” 

“Oy Vey, for real, you are not Hungarian.  The fact is, you are Jewish, you old fool” Bernie would remind him; getting in the last word. 

Asa was about the most complacent person in the neighborhood. He enjoyed bickering back and forth with Bernie and he’d start something every time, by talking about Carlos.

“Ahh, what a dick, this Carlos has,” Asa would tell Bernie.

Bernie had a comeback for everything. “A big cock is freak economics. I suppose you said afterwards; “I had a gorgeous evening, and those inches are not so much – I’ve had better.”

“What should you know, about inches and economics; Mr. Smarty pants, who knows nothing; this I have been telling you.”

“Click your heels together Dorothy and get the hell out of here, Asa would end up saying.”

Day after day, it was the same thing; they would bicker about anything. Asa never let the facts get in the way of a good argument. Somehow, he always managed to get the last word.

They were the odd couple who were unquestionably odd; still they were friends who understood each other, and why not – they were Jewish.

“Take it easy Asa and you’ll live longer. There are times, when being bad is sometimes good, that I will give you.” Bernie said trying to be nice.

“That’s gloriously over rated; is there a point here?” asked Asa.

“Just saying,”

“Nobody will ever take you hostage. There’s not enough duct tape in the world to shut you up” Asa shouted back at him.

“You have the same problem; talk, talk, talk.  Your underwear is too tight,”

“Loose, you putz – they’re too damn loose”

“Whatever”

“Whatever, whatever, - always you say ‘whatever’. What the hell does that mean?”

“You wouldn’t get it”

“I don’t want it”

It was Carlos who was stopping by to see Asa. This happened about twice a year, Carlos lived in the Bronx, but it might as well have been China.

The doorbell rang and Asa struggled getting up from his favorite chair pausing for a moment, before taking that first step. He was in rather good shape except for the arthritis in his lower back and legs. He also had high blood pressure, and complained like hell, but lived with it.

Carlos came into the house and their greeting was nothing more than “hi” They were not really friends, but polite on the surface and that was good enough for two familiar guys who expected nothing but sex.

He was wearing charcoal pants with a purple pull over shirt with something gold hanging around his neck. He had small gold button earrings in both ears and looked like a butterfly.

The earrings, Asa didn’t like; but he kept his opinion to himself.

Carlos still spoke with a Latino accent. His voice was deep and rich like an announcer. The rich voice with a Spanish accent sounded mesmerizing.

He never failed to have excitement about him.  A sexy sway to his walk added greatly to his charisma.  It was the kind of excitement, that made Asa want to get on his knees and stay there, as long as Carlos would keep talking to him.

“You look festive today, with your hot purple shirt.” Said Asa

“To hell with the shirt, if you want something festive, grab hold of this,” replied Carlos getting right to the point.

“I know – I know; how was your trip over” asked Asa

“What trip? I took the subway” said Carlos “It’s a ride.”

Asa ignored the remark; he didn’t want to start something, not connected to anything intelligent; so for the second time, he kept quiet and it took effort for him to do so.

Asa walked into the kitchen with Carlos following closely behind him. Carlos had grabbed a sofa pillow, off the couch, and carried it under his arms. He unzipped his pants and stood resting against a counter looking at Asa. The pillow he tossed on the floor.

“I’m doing my part; I even brought you a pillow to make you comfortable”

“Good thinking,” - Asa leaned against the sink and lowered himself on to the pillow. The rest is pretty much routine as far as a blowjob goes.

The underwear, the pulling out of man meat, the gasping, drooling, a little choking - it’s all routine.

Carlos seemed hotter and talked more than he usually did. He was different and sounding better for some odd reason.  Asa thought that maybe he had taken Viagra, because he was hard as nails and so horny. He spoke firmly to Asa and held his head, with both hands, allowing him to munch away, like yesterday’s whore.

“Fucking great man, you are doing a first-rate job of it. It’s good.”

“What can I say – It’s a gift” Asa thought silently believing he was not just another cocksucker; he was damn good, when it came to using his mouth.

“Man your mouth is hot today, and the pressure is better this time. Take me Jew boy, I’m going to flood your face; damn, but this is super okay. ” Carlos yelled out, saying the same thing over again, but in a different way.

Asa didn’t care what he said; he understood Carlos and expected it.  He hated labels except when sucking dick, and then, he liked hearing not anything accepted in everyday speech.  It was ‘blow job’ talk, as far as he was concerned coming from a hot Latino man.

He held Carlos’s junk at the same time, slobbering and chewing as much as he could handle. Asa put all his talent into jerking off Carlos using his lips, tongue, and a wet hand; for sure, this was good.

Carlos was twisting his face with an “Oh my god” expression as Asa drained the life out of him. His legs began to tremble and his knees lunged forward before spilling into Asa’s mouth.

“Take it you fucker,” as some spilled over Asa’s chin on to Carlos’s crotch.

Asa licked everything. His face and hand was sloppy wet and he looked like an old whore drunk on steroids.

His technique was skillful, but not as neat as he was in his younger days. Sucking dick is like opening a box of Cracker Jacks, you never know, what the prize will be. Whenever he found what he like; he kept it around for as long as possible. Carlos, he couldn’t give up.

“Damn” mumbled Carlos. “I’m drained; I hope I can still walk after that workout. We’ll do that again for sure.”

He rested against the counter too tired to pull up his pants, letting his dick hang out so Asa could look at it.

“What workout? Exclaimed Asa. All you did was lean against the counter and talk; I did all the work.

Help me up” said Asa, leaning against the sink for balance. His legs were not cooperating and he needed something to pull on, to get up.”

Carlos helped him to his feet and they began laughing. There was a certain amount of friendship between them, but it never went past getting off.

“You’re nasty; but it keeps us both happy; man, you swallowed my stuff.” He said, still supporting Asa by his arm.

“I put a baby in your stomach man,” he continued laughing. “I look forward to putting my junk in your mouth.  Not because I need to get off, that is not a problem for me. I use your face like a pussy wanting to be fed. That is what I like about you; you take everything.”

“It gives me a sense of accomplishment when it’s going down; especially the stuff you can dump.” Asa said to him.

“You tell me to dump a load every time and it keeps me wanting to come back; for nothing more, than to hear those words and then do it for you.”

There was a drop of cum that oozed out of Carlo and clung to the tip of his cock.

“Look at this Asa, a drop that you missed.”

“Nothing, do I miss,” said Asa, licked the goo off Carlos, and swallowed.

“Okay, now I have everything you can give me,” Asa mumbled, wiping his mouth with a tissue he took from his back pocket.

“Yeah you have; how long have we been doing this?” asked Carlos knowing well the answer.

“It’s been years and I follow my destiny to do what I do best; but just kids we were; when I first got into your pants”

“We were never kids. I was a virgin; and you made me cum three times, the first night you sucked me off”

“The last time you were a virgin, the Louisiana Purchase was in escrow. You only came twice; the third time was your idea – such a horny bastard you were. Never so hard did I have to work.”

“It’s amazing; all these years and you are still taking care of me. Today was a crotch stopper; you’re improving with age.”

“Age - only a number; said Asa - experience, now that’s what counts. You are the fourth blow job that I gave on my knees, so far today”

“You are such a liar; don’t you mean in four months – and that is stretching it?    I know you Asa. You want me to come and see you. “How are your knees?  You’re moving rather slowly.” Carlos continued

“For me, it was too much performance in the bedroom, but I’m okay”

“We’re in the kitchen acho (buddy) - You have been kneeling in the kitchen”

“I know where the hell I am. It’s not age, that I struggle with; it’s arthritis and don’t laugh.”

“Do you get dizzy upon standing? Asked Carlos

“Listening to you, now I’m dizzy. Put that thing away, zip up your pants, there are no seconds.  You’re tired – I’m tired, so I am going to have some tea. Do you want any?” asked Asa

“No”

“Good answer”

I have to go; said Carlos, you are getting cranky, but we will do this again”

“So go, we have nothing left today to talk about anyway.” 

“Of course we don’t,” said Carlos with his hand on the open door.  “Thanks’ Asa”

“Yeah – yeah, tell your friends; I’ve got references,” replied Asa, half-laughing and half-serious.

“You are a grumpy old man,” mumbled Carlos

“I love you too sweetheart.”

“I’m going”

“Twice now you’ve told me – so go already”

Carlos lifted his head smiling and left. He was not disturbed by Asa’s remarks, he was used to him.

Asa poured some tea into a mug with a sturdy handle, lowered himself into his favorite chair, and thought to himself;

“I should stop masquerading as cranky. Carlos is wonderful; I should be nicer to him. Nah, he likes me the way I am – slutty and sarcastic.”

“It’s called stardom when you’re experienced; let’s face it, flesh is my confidant; when I see something I like, and I can’t help liking it.”

I’m just telling myself the obvious.

To be continued...

Posted: 07/19/19