Flatbush Avenue
by: Staley Cole Smith
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Chapter 6
NEVER BORING
Adam unbuckled the old man’s pants and slid them off along with his baggy boxer underwear; it was almost comical to witness, but real to Asa.
"You don't need to freak out about anything. I know what older men look like naked. My only concern is you not being able to take it,” said Adam
“I can’t function the way young men do it. Not because, I do not want too, but because it is ridiculous to compete and stupid for old ‘catchers’ like me, to even try. But, I am still good – you’ll see.”
“There is nothing for you to try, just rest on the bed. I will do it all and give what I have. How does that sound?”
Adam’s cock was swollen again, and he put Asa’s hand around it. “Last call -Where do you want it? I want to fuck. But if you can’t do that, it’s okay; you can skip it.”
“You’ll get no argument from me, if you want to fuck; I can do it.”
Adam put his face near Asa and their cheeks touched. Asa was up there in years, but he looked remarkable for his age. He must have been a knockout when he was in his twenties, and Adam told him so.
“Who knew”” was Asa’s response. “Wait, a lot of men knew; I’ve got references, and pictures; lots of pictures. Do you want to see some?”
“No”
“Okay, what was I thinking? Pictures – who wants pictures?”
“I want to slide this inside you,” said Adam while Asa held on to his warm smooth baby maker.
“I’m game if you are and I can take it okay, but it’s you that concerns me.”
“How do I concern you?” asked Adam – “Oh wait; you’re concerned how I will react. That’s it – isn’t it?”
“Yes, that’s it, replied Asa.” We all want the same thing, but we all don’t look the same way”
“This isn’t my first time sending my cock down an old road. I know what to expect. I told you that before.”
“Wexler - you’re a slut,”
“Yeah, well, get over it; just stiffel yourself.
“You mean like in - be quiet”
“I mean like in - shut up”
“This I can do; pushy - pushy.” Replied Asa
“I’m going to kiss your lips. It will be a dry kiss, so don’t start with any tongue action.”
“My lips are sealed,” replied Asa “you won’t get tongue action from me. Spit, I don’t like.”
Adam put his mouth to Asa’s lips and kissed him like his real grandfather. It was tender and quite beautiful.
“Kick those pants away.” Ordered Adam “Here, let me do it;” and slid the pants away with his foot.
He put his hands down the back of Asa and caressed the cheeks of his ass for several minutes, then worked a finger inside him
“Oy vey, this is like a Doctor’s examination, without a glove; only it isn’t, and, a doctor, you’re not.” Asa said laughing just slightly
“Are you ready?” Said Adam, hard as nails and waiting for permission.
“Why not, my butt has been on a vegetarian diet for some time now, so it could use some meat. Just do not be calling it sausage. I’m a real Jew.”
Adam laid a pillow under him to prop up his butt ever so slightly. Asa was resting comfortably on his stomach with his legs pushed wide open.
“I feel like a live corpse waitin for some music to begin,” thought Asa, becoming embarrassed. However, he remained quiet, waiting for this to be over.
“Oy, I must look like a frog.” He finally mumbled aloud
“Stop – you look fine.” Replied Adam grinning but hiding it from Asa.
Adam began applying lube to Asa and finger fucking him with no indication of discomfort coming from Asa.
“I’m going in now, pop - are you okay?”
“Yes – yes, just do what needs to be done before I get gas. You know how old people fart a lot.”
“I have the confidence to continue, just relax, “replied Adam, trying to keep from laughing.” I love you old guys, when you’re not complaining, you are making funny comments” said Adam as he began to enter him very slowly.
“Good, I will try not to fart.”
“Nice – you do that; but nothing bothers me as long as it’s only gas.”
“Please, already I feel like a fool lying here like Kermit the frog.”
“Quiet Asa”
“Okay”
Asa relaxed and gave himself entirety to Adam, trusting everything would be wonderful.
Adam was surprised how warm it was being inside him. He wasn’t beefy and tight like younger men, but instead moist and warm. For somebody who complained about everything, Asa enjoyed Adam filling him with so much flesh. It wasn’t the act itself that was gorgeous, but rather the young man who was performing it.
It didn’t take Adam long to become stimulated. Every bit of him was inside Asa and only his balls were still visible. He was fucking, as it was a hockey game, pushing Asa into the sheets.
“Wexler, this is gorgeous, what you are doing with me. You will have to tell me what I can do for you; Mumbled Asa, as Adam made every stroke count”
“Relax grandpa; right now this is more important.”
“I want it in my mouth.”
“That’s not going to happen; I’m in your butt right now,” and shot off making him even wetter. Adam went in bareback and didn’t use a condom.
“Yeee, I felt that flood; such beautiful work you do with that pole.” He said complimenting Adam and meaning every word of it.
Adam didn’t say inside him; but pulled out and cleaned Asa with a towel that he had earlier placed on the bed. Then Asa went to the bathroom and immediately returned.
“How was that? Adam asked Asa “you were pretty hot, I wouldn’t mind fucking that again.”
“I would need a rest.” Replied Asa
“How long a rest?” asked Adam
“About three months”
“Ha-ha, giggled Adam. Seriously, how was it?”
“Like injecting vital energy into an old Jew’s body, - Chabad, it was, Wexler, I loved it.” He continued
“I need to get cleaned up, is that okay?” Adam asked standing up and stretching. He poised with his body slightly turned and his hands behind his head like the statue Apollo. His cock hung down like Adam from the Garden of Eden.
“Oy, my rest time is over. Make that three minutes” mumbled Asa not taking his eyes off Adam
“Later, but not today. I have to get cleaned up, I said.”
“I have a walk in tub with a shower,” said Asa
“Just the shower should do it,”
“Good, you go – Go get clean. Do you want something to eat? “He asked
“No, but, I would love a cup of coffee after all.”
“Coffee, you’ve got”
While Adam showered, Asa sat in the bay window watching an old woman in front of the park, with a small dog on a leash caring a pooper-scooper and a plastic bag. That dog may have been her only companion, but Asa had no way of knowing that for sure. He did understand what it was like being alone.
“Everybody needs somebody, he thought to himself listening to Adam singing in the shower.
Adam came out of the bathroom naked, with drops of water still clinging to his face, and caring a towel. It wasn’t wrapped around him as one might expect. Instead it dangled by his side and he used it to sit on.
He was lip-smacking good and his “stuff” moved when he walked with his balls swaying in unison. Asa didn’t have to sneak a look, as one would do in a locker room; he simply touched Adam’s legs like the owned him.
“Gorgeous – just a whole lot of gorgeous, Asa said outload
“No gramps, plain is what I am, not good looking, just very plain”
“Don’t be telling me; I know gorgeous when I see it.”
Asa was close to being correct. Adam was not a homely man, just not a petty gay boy. He was plain. None of that mattered when it came to being nude; there, Adam was a star.
It wasn’t just size, although there was plenty of that; it was everything working together. He had a unique way of walking, where his hips seemed to control his long legs. He blossomed like a sweet bird of youth, from head to toe, and his crotch was prime. It was a sin to call that area private.
“Here is your coffee, and some pastry, help yourself,”
“I see that you, are having coffee too; what NO tea?”
“No more tea, I will have coffee,” Asa replied
“That’s why you pee so much, drinking all that tea.” Said Adam
“So, what are you now, – a doctor?”
“You want I should examine you, with a rectal exam? Said Adam, mocking the way Asa spoke with an accent; fracturing proper English.
Asa never noticed the mocking accent, and said nothing more about tea or coffee.
“Do you mind if I get dressed now Asa, or do you still want to play with me? You’ve got all you’ll get today” said Adam grinning, looking for a reaction from the old gent.
“Nice balls you got there kid,” said Asa
“I know”
“Big and delicious, like plums filled with nectar’” Asa continued
“I know”
“Do you think that…?
“Please don’t ask, Gramps, I’m tapped out – BUT if you really want more, I will try,” said Adam sounding slightly annoyed
“No – no, it’s good; we’ll talk. Keep your dick, who wants it?”
“You do”
“I know, but that is your department; my mouth I will keep shut and ask for nothing.”
“A-huh,” was Adam’s only reply.
Adam was soon dressed and putting on his sneakers. He took a sip of coffee, and sat back in a chair facing Asa. I’ll give you a Reader’s digest version about me,” he said
“Good enough, I don’t like long stories”
“I live quite a distance from here, in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn. I’m not saying where, but I take a bus. I have a step dad who is uncaring and likes to argue. I think my mom is sorry she married him. He’s not Jewish but Italian, so that’s a problem right there, because they have nothing in common except the bedroom.
“Where is your father?”
“My father died when I was six years old. It is tough for a woman to work and raise a boy alone. We didn’t have much, so she remarried and the extra income kept us afloat. I am not a hustler; look at me – do you think any man would choose me if he was paying for an escort.”
“I would,” said Asa
“Good, I’ll remember that – just kidding. I don’t ask for anything and I never steal anything – never. However - I will accept a gratuity for pleasing somebody, but it is not necessary to do that. I help my mom pay bills and that’s about it,” he continued
“Are you working? I mean a real job in the real world.”
“Sure, I am a baker’s helper at the same bakery where those pastries came from. I saw the name on the box and I recognized it right off.”
“That’s good. Are you learning the business? Asked Asa
“I am indeed. I like the bakery business and I know the secret to making suburb Jewish rye bread”
“What’s the secret? Asked Asa
“It’s a secret”
“Good answer”
“I don’t have a boyfriend, so I come and go as I please. I like men, older men, as you know. I don’t hustle drinks, or ask for things. Nevertheless, if a man wants to give me something, I will take it. I really don’t have a lot of money.
“I like your style Wexler; you’re a hooker with class.”
“I’m not a hooker; oy vey, are you dense. I am a care giver to seniors, who would have nothing sexual to play with, without me.” He replied rather annoyed at being called a hooker...
“You are right, forgive me, sometimes I don’t say things so well. Did I just do a mess up” asked Asa
“Who cares” answered Adam
“I care Wexler. I want you again.”
“Then give me your number and I will be in touch. Do you want to do that? Asked Adam
“Can you bring a supply of plum juice? I don’t care about getting fucked, but I do like to sniff and swallow.”
“I think you want my junk in yesterday’s underwear, or maybe a sweaty jock strap,” said Adam, getting Asa aroused again. It was noticeable by the slight drool on his lower lip.
“A friendship is what we have young man;” and handed Adam a rolled up piece of paper with his email and phone number. Inside the paper was also a wad of folded greenbacks that Adam stuffed into his pocket without looking at them.
“I’ll be in touch” he said setting the coffee cup down and wiping his chin with a napkin. Thanks for everything.
“You do that, but don’t be a nuisance. I don’t want you stopping by here all the time unannounced.” Said Asa
“That won’t happen; I don’t do things that way. I have to be asked or invited.”
“Nice answer, said Asa.”
“I know – good, aren’t I?
“You’re okay, I’ve had better, I just don’t remember when.”
“Of course,” Adam replied heading towards the door. I bet you say that to everybody.”
“I have my style; hit the road, I have to rest;” said Asa in a friendly manner.
Asa could Hear Adam going down the stairs taking two steps at a time. He didn’t use the elevator. The downstairs entry door to the main hallway slammed shut and he was gone.
“Such a drain, but no need to talk about it, as long as I get what I want.” mumbled Asa.
He poured the last of the coffee into his cup from the old percolator and sat back thinking about what just happened with Adam. The coffee was no longer hot; but he drank it anyway
“Maybe later, I will send him an email just to talk, than again maybe I won’t.”
“Wexler may be just more of nothing; all these years. I have been a yutz, accepting things the way they are; it’s amazing to still be here.”
If there were scholarships for sex, I would sign Wexler up yesterday, phony or not - haunting is the best way to describe him. - Haunting is good.
To be continued...
Posted: 09/16/19