Flatbush Avenue

 by: Staley Cole Smith

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Chapter 10
TOGETHER IN DIFFERENT WAYS

Asa never liked the thought of being called ‘gramps’ but coming from Adam, it made a connection to his very soul. He knew it was nutty and far out gay; still; both of them became turned on by this single word spoked by Adam. In front of people, he was Asa. In sexual play and getting off, he was grandpa.

Adam had unique traits to his personality. For example, he would switch back and forth calling Asa by his given name; then ‘grandpa’ the name he gave him. For his young age, he was well trained in erotica.

Asa called Adam’s crotch a garden with hanging plums and his cum was nectar. They had their own words, for dirty deeds, and although absurd, they played well together.

A week went by and no Adam. It did not concern Asa because he realized that Adam had a boyfriend and boyfriends take time and need attention.

Asa was an intelligent and practical man; knowing from experience, how a heart reacts to young love compared to sex with him; love’s chosen every time. Youth may not be enough, but it is for some things.

Sex is easy to find; securing love requires work. Asa, although he had never met Andrew, realized love is what Adam had chosen. It made perfect sense.

Emails from Adam began occurring almost every day, sometimes twice in one day. They would chat back and forth about work, weather, and events in the news and health conditions.  Everything was sensible and normal sounding.

Asa never mentioned sex and he avoided the subject; so Adam did the same thing. Their friendship had become platonic, but at least Asa had a friend who understood him and was caring.

Adam eventually talked about Andrew and some of the places they went together. He mentioned Andrew once sexually saying he was a cute package that he could pick up in his arms, like Tarzan holding Jane.

Asa being nosey wanted to ask about Andrew in bed, but held on to his mature senses and did not ask.  He did not belong in their sex life, but that wasn’t about to stop him.

The second week went by and then the third. Asa wanted to see Adam in the worse way, and although he longed to be physical with him; he avoided the subject completely.  Finally, in one of his emails, he told Adam he was aching to see him; not for sex, just to be in the same room with him. Of course, this was not the case, but it sounded good and that was what counted.

Adam replied;

“I would love to see you Asa. I am sorry not to have been by sooner; but with work and juggling my home life and Andrew’s home life, time just disappears. We are together but I am not so happy. I should be happy because I am very fond of Andrew; maybe its love, I am not sure.  At least now, I have a friend to go places with and somebody to fuck, when we can find a private place to do it.”

Asa read the mail from Adam with a tear in his eye. He wanted Adam to have the best boyfriend in Brooklyn. He deserved to be in love with somebody his age and be happy. As for himself, he did not count for much and he understood that.

Asa was good for the dirty stuff; that was his contribution to the bedroom.  The days of being boyfriend material were in the past.

He looked out the window thinking. “Shanda, (embarrassing) I’m a dirty old man- oy vey, now I know; how dirty; you can’t hide nasty.”

The next email from Adam sounded not so depressing.

It Read…

Asa, I want you to meet Andrew, can we stop by to see you? It cannot be until tomorrow, or whenever you say.

Asa replied…

Yes-yes, I have wanted you to do just that; but I didn’t want to embarrass you by visiting an old fool”

Adam’s reply…

“Stop it - grandpa, you are not an old fool, you are my addiction to what I like, (you know what I mean) we will stop over tomorrow. Moreover gramps behave, do not get me aroused.  Andrew knows nothing except you are my grandfather and that is all he needs to know for now.”

Adam

Adam had switched again from calling him Asa, back to grandpa; that was a good sign.

Asa had difficulty sleeping that night. He got up and made some hot cocoa and took a warm bath. He was very slow bathing and a twenty-minute bath took him an hour. Then he went through his routine of applying lotion in order to keep his skin soft and used moisturizing lotion in different places on his body.

He looked good for a senior and could subtract ten years without anyone, including Adam, doubting it. Only Bernie knew Asa’s real age and that was like printing it on tickets for a Broadway show.

Still not sleepy, he turned on the computer and searched for a gay porn channel.  He logged on to a scene where adult men were banging butt, hollering like sluts - “oh yeah – oh yeah – fuck yeah; over and over.

“Just because they are naked, they think they are stars. Everybody is naked; such fools they make of themselves; but it probably pays well to lie there and groan; meshuggeneh, it is.”  He said aloud to himself.

“Such beginners, fools they are with no training,” he mumbled.  “I should be directing these flicks, a winner we would have.

These queers know nothing – nothing, do they know, but they are gorgeous. Repeating the same words is annoying – gay men don’t pretend here on Flatbush Avenue, it all real, even if they are acting – it’s real.”

In just a few moments, his head started to droop and his arm slipped off the chair onto his lap. Asa was tired now and he was going to bed.

“Oy,” he mumbled climbing into bed.

“Something fine I should do for them; something nice.  “Tomorrow, I will be thinking about it – maybe tomorrow.”

He was eager to see them, and meet the young man who dominated Adam’s affection.   “I’m a lucky nobody,” he mumbled, turning off the light.

To be continued...

Posted: 09/13/19