Flatbush Avenue

 by: Staley Cole Smith

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Chapter 4
HOW OLD - IS TOO OLD

Bernie hadn’t seen his friend Asa for several weeks. This was not uncommon since they were no longer in the lime light of gay society cruising. So what they did was send emails back and forth or talk on the telephone. It was usually Asa who contacted Bernie first for chatting.

“So what are you doing? Asa wrote to Bernie for a quickie email message.

“You mean right Now?”

“Of course I mean right now. You think I mean for Yom Kippur.”

“I’m pulling my thoughts together about my younger days.”

“I do that too; it keeps my mind active,” said Asa. “What do you think about?

“I think about old boyfriends that I threw away; and should have kept. I’m drawn to the views at night. The lights from the Manhattan skyline put me in a sexy mood.”

“A sexy mood, this I’ve got to see?” commented Asa “Oy Vey, whoever heard of lights doing that?”

“Pay attention, city lights work in Paris and besides, I have a way with words.”

“Why not – you were in sales…”

“When I look at buildings, continued Bernie; I wondering who is in there, what they are doing and are they alone?”

“You left out, are they crazy and meeting strangers,”

“I see people walking around the city and I wonder what they are thinking; who are they looking for?”

“Not for an old tuche like you, such a Yutz you are with lights, and people walking around in empty buildings.”

“Not the empty buildings, I’m talking about the people.”

“That’s nice; you don’t know what you are talking about; rambling is what you are doing – just rambling.”

“Sometimes, I am in a sexy mood and I remember when I could score one trick after another. I would put on my ‘fuck me pants’ and roam the streets after dark.

“I remember that too Bernie. Oy, the black high heels with double straps was too much.” Asa said laughing. “You were so funny.”

“That’s not funny; I don’t wear stuff like that.”

“Okay, it was Halloween, but you stayed dressed all night walking Flatbush looking for a man; and nothing, did you find, dressed like a fruit cake.”

“It’s still not funny.”

“I suppose the open slit in the back of your pants for a quickie was not funny either, you slut.”

“I thought it was a good idea at the time, but now we don’t talk about it,” added Bernie. When I see a man that I can't stop looking at, I tend to be forward.

“Forward, is the wrong word; you tend to be a slut.”

It’s either you win or lose; so what’s wrong with frolicking in hot pursuit?”

“A tramp, that’s what a frolic makes you; a tramp. Stop - Verklempt, you are making me. You are screwing with Mother Nature and at your age, nothing is what you’ll get”

“I’m touched, and I’ll go along with what you are saying, but so miserable you are today.”

“Touched is good, now stop with the buildings, people, and fuck pants; It’s nonsense” said Asa almost scolding him.

“It’s still relevant,” replied Bernie trying to defend his position

“Sure, if you’re twenty two, but for you – I don’t think so – it’s Meshuggeneh.”

“What, are you going to do today”, asked Bernie changing the subject.

”I haven’t decided, but I think I am doing it already”

“What? Talking to me” Ha, that’s a good one. I only want to get back to what I have been missing,”

“And you think, today is the day? Like fire, you don’t burn so bright anymore, but as a flicker, you’re okay.

“I’m not as misguided as you,” Bernie reminded him

I don’t dwell on yesterday. It’s a waste of time

“Okay, I’m a dreamer, so what?

“You’re a Putz – that’s what,” said Asa.

The two of them were at it again. They looked out for one another by finding fault. They were two of a kind and consistent with criticism.

Asa hung up the phone and his thoughts turned to Adam Wexler, but quickly faded.

Later in the day as Asa was looking out his window, he spotted Adam, all alone, sitting on a bench outside the park, looking at people walking by.

His remembered what Bernie had told him earlier in the day, “It’s still relevant?”

“Relevant – Maybe that smuck, has a point there,” he said to himself.

Asa lived upstairs, over the vacant candy store, and could either walk a flight of stairs, or take the elevator. Most times, he used the elevator.

He washed his face, brushed his teeth and combed his hair, what little hair he had left. He looked into the bathroom mirror and sparkled just a tiny bit. He looked pretty decent for all the mileage he had accumulated.

“What the fuck am I doing?” he asked himself, turning sideways checking his posture.

“I’m grooming, that’s what I’m doing,” he answered himself. “Like an old wolf hound, I am grooming.”

He pushed the down button on the elevator and almost immediately, he was on the street across from where Adam was still sitting.

He straightened up and pulled in his belt just a little. He could walk with less wobbling with something tight around his waist. A cane would have helped, but he refused to use one.

The light changed to green and Asa crossed the street and stood by the entrance to the park. He was watching Adam, but pretended to be interested in one of the flowering shrubs near the sidewalk.

“Hello there Mr. Swartz yelled out Adam who recognized him almost immediately.

“Come, sit for a minute,” said Adam and patted the empty space with his right hand.

“Who is Swartz?” asked Asa, that’s not my name.”

“Damn if I know, Swartz is like Smith, they are all over the place. I wanted to get your attention and everybody around here is Jewish one way or another.”

“One way or another; this is what you’re telling me?”

“Yeah”

“That’s not nice, said Asa - so much you don’t know.”

“Oh, am I supposed to be nice and know everything?”

“It might help”

“I don’t need help; do you need help, Mr. Asa?

“I could be using a little company, why, are you interested?”

“Of course, I am interested. Now don’t start with the old age thing. I know you are not a swinger.” Said Adam

“Okay, so I don’t Bopp so good; what is a swinger?”

“How old are you?” asked Adam ignoring the swinger nonsense.

“You mean in numbers?”

“I’m not talking bagels. What else is there? Yes, give me a number”

“Thirty nine, that’s a good number”

Adam started to chuckle and Asa joined him laughing.

“Sure, you are; I will go along with that. No more talking about age,” said Adam. “Thirty nine it is.”

How about some coffee?

“Got any beer?”

“Yes, beer I’ve got and it’s good and cold”

“I’m all yours,” said Adam

“Please – I would have to take a pill for the shock.  Do you want to go inside?”

“Will it be alright, if you have company?”

“Of course, it’s my building. I suspect that you already know that.”

“Yes, I do know that.”

“So do you want to go inside? And stop with the cute stuff.”

“That is a good idea unless you have something in mind sitting here on this bench,” replied Adam spreading his legs showing an impressive lunch basket.

“Don’t be a show off with the open legs - Help me up; I’m a little stiff, but not where it counts.”

“Adam giggled and pulled Asa gently to his feet.  “You’re okay gramps? I can call you gramps, can’t I?”

“Sure”

“Do you want to be my adopted grandfather?” Adam asked

“Can I get into your pants?”

“Of course,”

“Then call me grandpa,” said Asa, leading Adam into the elevator and pressing the up button.

“Am I being kidnapped?”

“Doesn’t look that way; you’re too willing.”

"Once inside the apartment," Asa asked. "Now, would you like coffee?"

“No, old people drink coffee - yikes, sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Pay no mind, you are half right. I remember now, you wanted beer?”

"Yes, that'd be good. Can I look at your books? Gosh, you must read a lot. There are books everywhere; don’t you ever put them back on the shelf?”

“Don’t start, I don’t debate my housekeeping with armatures.” replied Asa.

Adam began looking over the titles of some books and stopped abruptly”

“That was quick; already you are bored with the books?”

“I guess I’m not very smart when it comes to reading history; but then I’m not here for a reading session, am I?”

Asa resigned himself to a world of realism, always telling himself not to expect too much from people any longer.  It was just the reality of life, and here he was, with Adam Wexler about to be a dirty old man, or something fairly close to it.

“Do you want to talk? Said Asa

“Can we just sit for a while? I mean, I know that I’m here for certain things, but at this point I am a little freaked out.”

“I understand. I wouldn’t put up with me. Do you want to get out of here and go someplace by yourself, where you will be happy with men your age?”

Adam’s seemed relaxed. “No – no Asa, you don’t understand.

“Enlighten me”

I like older men and the older, the more fun they are. Old people are almost childlike and I get to be in charge and make them happy. I like doing that. I want to do that with you. I’m happy staying right here”

“Oy, so you want to stay and boss me around?”

“Not boss, just direct.”

“Same thing”

“Not the way I do it. Replied Adam

“What have you, a golden touch?” asked Asa

“No, but I am gentle”

“Gentle is good. I’m the one who should be nervous, you are like my grandson.”

“I don't care about sitting anymore; do you have a dildo in this place.” Asked Adam

“What’s with wanting a dildo?”

“It’s, a fuck toy that you can screw me with.”

“I know that - Yes, I do, but it’s too big for a slim young man like you”

“Let me worry about that; you have no idea what I can do” said Adam already appearing pushy.

Asa headed for the kitchen to get Adam a beer. When he returned Adam was sitting on the sofa with no clothes on, except for white jockey underwear showing an impressive bump.

It was what Asa saw in his dream; now the real thing was here willing to play. All the nonsense about being nervous and age went out the window as if it never existed.

Asa sat down in his chair and forgot to give Adam the beer. Instead, he started drinking it himself.

He eyes were glued to Adam’s electrifying physique; he was not seeing Adam Wexler, but instead an underwear model in bulging white cotton.

Adam stood in front of Asa’s face. His crotch was about even with his nose. With his two hands, he gently drew Asa’s head into his crotch and told him to breathe in.

“Smell me grandpa, smell my underwear.”

Asa put both hands on Adam’s butt to keep him from backing away. He inhaled and licked his underwear.  There was a seductive crotch aroma that was not dirty, just intoxicating.

Adam was swollen hard and his junk still covered with underwear, kept poking Asa in the face and forehead. Asa tried to pull them down but Adam stopped him.

“Not yet granddad, we will get there.” He began a lap dance, humming a Jewish wedding song.

He had a good voice and sounded like Eddie Fisher;

“Oh my pa-pa,” he quietly sang, as he rubbed and wiggled his body over Asa’s chest.

He smelled like “Hamantaschen” a pastry filled with fresh fruit, chocolate and Carmel. His underwear was finally around his ankles; and his balls were beefy hovering truly like ripe plums.

Finally ending his dance, he kissed Asa’s face then lifted him to his feet.

Adam carried Asa into the bedroom and placed his head gently on to a pillow. He was no longer nervous and probably never was.

He had a sweet disposition, but was now in charge; something so obvious that he couldn’t hide it.

“You are being awfully good to me; what’s the catch? I know there must be one.”

“Stop it - We are friends and I want you to have me. After all, I don’t want you picking up some jerk off a park bench; with Wexler being your horny grandson, here to please you,” said Adam raising one eyebrow, trying to get a reaction from Asa.

“Huh,” Replied Asa

“Forget it; here hold this. Adam’s cock was hard and a handful for sure. Asa tried to get it in his mouth, but Adam kept saying, “Not yet” followed by gramps.

Leaving a small bedside lamp on, Adam straddled his long legs over both sides of Asa’s head. He supported himself with his arms and all Asa had to do was lie there.

Asa pushed his nose into the crack of Adam’s butt followed by his tongue. He may have been up there in age, but the old man could butt lick like a lizard.

“Is that what you want gramps?”

Before Asa could reply, Adam continued with – “Dang, I think you do.  Just keep doing what you’re doing; I have some precum for you.”

“OMG Wexler – Wexler, was all Asa was able to mumble. He couldn’t stop licking Adam.

Adam rubbed some precum on his finger and fed it to Asa.

“That’s good” Asa replied going right back to Adam’s crotch.

“More – you want more?

“You know it, I want everything”

Adam placed his dick inside Asa’s mouth”

“How ‘bout that? Do you like that?

“Humm –wonderful,” mumbled Asa

“I want to fuck myself, with the dildo that you say is too big for me to take” mumbled Adam. “It will make me cum and you can have my nutt; it’s good.”

“Such a deal - I’ll take the whole package,” as if he was talking to a used car salesman.

“Gramps, get the dildo, Adam said changing his demeanor. “It’s not for you, it’s for me.”

This was the part that Adam liked; being in charge. He liked sex the way he wanted it.  He was good at never crossing the line completely, by having older men becoming upset with him. 

He genuinely liked Asa, and felt good being with him. There were times when he pretended with other people, because it was expected. He was only twenty-two and Adam would do most anything to please, but on his terms.

Handsome younger men in their twenties were seldom, if ever, willing to strip for an old guy, even if they were paid; but Adam would.  He didn’t have star attraction, so nobody realized his value, until his clothes came off, and then he was a work of art.

“Okay Wexler, here’s your damn dildo, now turn me on,”

“I can’t work miracles, but it will be hot” replied Adam bragging just a little.

“Give me that thing.  Kvetch (complaining) reaching for the rubber toy. It is pretty big, it probably will hurt.”

“With you; I somehow doubt it,” said Asa.

To be continued...

Posted: 08/02/19