Flatbush Avenue

 by: Staley Cole Smith

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Chapter 14
MORE OF WHAT I AM

Asa had given them each a set of keys to the downstairs entrance door, the mailbox and of course their apartment. 

A couple of weeks had gone by and the boys were in their new home. The reason for taking so long was the way they did it.

They worked in steps; knowing there was no schedule for them to follow.

One day they repainted the living room from beige to winter white and then the bedroom from blue to a soft white.  It looked much better and made the rooms appear larger.

Asa approved having things clean and new. He felt wonderful knowing he had done something good for these two young men. Asa was getting older and money was not so important any longer. He had plenty and stopped being greedy years ago. He just wanted to be comfortable.

Adam was cleaning up after painting, going up and down the stairs taking out trash and being careful not to drop or disturb anything.

“So what do you think?”  He asked Asa who was at the mailbox picking up his mail.

“I think it would be nice being twenty-two so I could run up and down the stairs without resting, like you kids can do” 

“I’m not a kid any longer gramps – I’m a man”

“Yes, you certainly are. I was just thinking compared to me; you are still a kid – Ahh, not a child kid – but a young man kid.” Said Asa

“Did Andrew tell you that he started his job this week? – Yup, my little hottie is gainfully employed.”

“Good news, he is ambitious and will be okay. Hot, I can only imagine, but if you say so, than you say so. That’s good,” replied Asa. “Yes, he told me in an email yesterday about the job.”

“Come upstairs and see the finish product. Come see what we have done to your house,” said Adam taking his hand.

“Okay, let me grab the rest of the mail; it’s mostly junk anyway.” said Asa

Adam took the mail from the box, and handed Asa back his mailbox key.

“I’m taking the elevator, I’m not about to run up two flights of stairs; but if you like the exercise, go –go; I will meet you up there.”

“Okay, I will race you,” said Adam beaming like a boy in gym class.

“Here, my door is open, take this mail and toss it inside on the table, for me,” said Asa

Adam took the mail and raced up the stairs taking two steps at a time. His long legs propelled him like a track star.

Asa was waiting for the elevator door to open, while watching Adam stretching on the stairs.  His body moved like the wind with the frog in his pants bouncing from side to side. From the back the sight of his firm round butt filled Asa’s head with a need, he suddenly needed.

“My God” thought Asa, how gorgeous is that?”

The elevator stopped on the second floor just as Adam appeared at the top of the stairs. He made excellent time considering he stopped at Asa’s apartment with the mail.

Adam opened the door to his apartment and stood there, like a door attendant. He bowed slightly, which was corny, and said – “You first - boss man.”

The apartment had taken a new and much improved look.  The living room was split into living quarters with a den on the far left. In the den Andrew had brought in a desk with his lap top computer. It looked like an office complete with movable bookshelves separating the den from the living room. They had great taste and it showed immediately as Asa looked around the room.

They added white mini blinds to the bay window and recovered the old pastel furniture in black and grey fabric.  The center of the floor was a large black and grey rug on the hard wood floor. The sofa sat on the rug with white porcelain figurines on a brass table with a glass top, behind the sofa with matching white vases. A tall sweeping arrangement of dried material, with a touch of red, occupied the corner of the room. On the sofa were black and solid red pillows. It was stunning. Everything was complimentary and tastefully done.

“Adam, so beautiful this is – I could kiss you,” blurted out Asa.

“Go ahead”

Asa kissed his cheek and Adam returned the kiss, putting Asa’s hand on the bump, in the front of his pants

“I’ve missed having this, so busy you were getting the apartment ready,” said Asa, with his heart fluttering with excitement.

“I’m not busy now, grandpa, do you want it?”

“How dumb is such a question, that you know the answer to”

“Adam –you are in the mood? Is that a yes? Mumbled Asa

“I’m always in the mood”

“And those plums – they are full? Asked Asa, like a little boy looking for candy.

“Yesss grandpa; they are full – so stop with the questions. I didn’t shower this morning, so I will go wash,” said Adam

“Nothing will you wash, I like flavor and I will take my chances.” Replied Asa

“Okay gramps, I know what you like and whatever you say is what we will do.” Adam picked Asa up in his arms.

“Put me down, I can walk; you are going to drop me and I will probably break something”

“I have you. I won’t let you break anything.”

He carried Asa into the bedroom and placed him on the bed. Asa stretched out watching Adam as he removed one piece of clothing at a time.  His chest was filing out and he was gaining weight. He was always slim, but now he was looking husky, mature and sexier than ever.  Adam was a buffet of appetizing choices and lucky prizes.

Asa put his face in Adam’s crotch and as usual started sniffing his body.

Adam had on white boxer underwear, which nestled around his balls but allowed his junk to move freely. It was sexy watching him walk.  He  removed the underwear from his crotch and held it in his hand.

“Do you want the underwear grandpa,” Asked Adam?

Before waiting for an answer, he put his underwear on Asa’s face and held it to his nose.

“I know you like doing this; so track me down you old kosher hound dog.”

“Smell and get me wet grandpa,” mumbled Adam-telling Asa what he wanted to hear.

Asa followed orders and took Adam into his mouth. He sucked as if he was in a contest, making Adam feel out of control. He gobbled and begged for cum. Asa pulled and tried to devour every bit of Adam’s manhood.

“That’s it gramps – feed yourself. Wait - hold it – hold it Asa, I’m going to wash my hands,” said Adam smiling at him.

“Wash your hands?  Does that mean what I think it means? Said Asa

“Yeah gramps, I want you to eat out of my hand.”

Adam disappeared into the bathroom and came back drying his hands on a paper towel. Asa sat on the edge of the bed and Adam put his dick back into his mouth. 

“C’mon on grandpa, get moving; pull tight and suck the life out of me.”

“I will – I will,” mumbled Asa drooling, like an old nasty man, as he tried to get everything Adam had between his legs.

Adam did not want Asa to get tired and spoil the moment; so he masturbated while Asa licked what precum he could find.

“Easy gramps, leave me something. Here let me get it for you;” and pulled away from Asa’s mouth.

In the matter of seconds, nectar was flowing into Adam’s hand. Adam kept milking getting as much as possible coating his fingers.

Asa lowered his head and Adam’s hand, wet and sticky, went to meet Asa’s face.

“Here, grandpa.”

Asa ran his tongue through the warm moisture. He lapped it up like a kitten drinking milk.

The more he slurped, the more piggish he became; he licked Adam’s hand putting his fingers in his mouth. He moved them around two at a time. He loved what he was doing; the sticky mess was gone, but he kept sucking Adam’s fingers and kissing his hand.

Adam moved his fingers in and out of Asa’s mouth and it was hot bringing pleasure to a sweet old man. Asa worshiped Adam, and it made Adam feel powerful and desired.  He loved it, he loved Asa and everything about this crazy scene.

“You’ve got it all. That was pretty obscene; you like doing stuff to me, don’t you?” said Adam

“You have to ask? Yes, I love everything about you.  So good you are, it is unbelievable. You must think, that I am an old fool, doing things and making a pig of myself,” confessed Asa.

“No, I don’t. I think nothing of the sort. You like what you like, and that is what we should do together. Also, grandpa, what we do is never mentioned to anybody except Andrew.” Said Adam

“Its meshuggeneh; but I am addicted to your body and Andrew; I have not played with.” Said Asa

“You will grandpa – you will.”

“I am the man for you to nibble, sniff and swallow. Besides me, there is Andrew too. Do not forget Andrew, you have both of us grandpa.

“I remember everything.” Replied Asa

Adam picked up his underwear and told Asa, he wanted to have a shower before Andrew got there. He put his arm around Asa, kissed him on his cheek, and ran his tongue across his ear. A drop was still on his cock.

“Lick this off, Grandpa,”

With one slurp, the drop was gone and Asa was purring like a contented cat.

“Okay, gramps, time for me to bathe; is there anything I can do for you before I hit the shower?”

Asa put both hands on Adam’s butt. It was so melon perfect and inviting.

“I want to lick this.”

“Let me shower first,”

“No, now is okay,” said Asa “who wants to taste soap, when the real thing is standing here?”

“I’d rather not, grandpa”

“I’d rather you did, “reply Asa.

“Okay, gramps, you know what you want and I have learned not to argue with you;” and bent over the bed,

“Enjoy gramps” said Adam feeling uncomfortable at that moment.

Asa kissed him and immediately began licking. Adam seemed a bit gamey at first, but Asa loved what he was doing to Adam. He licked and licked darting his tongue in and out of what he considered a touch of pink heaven.

Adam was crazy about getting his butt played with. It was something he discovered when he was about fifteen years old. He used to wrestle on the school’s wrestling team and became turned on when someone held his bottom or pinned him to the mat. He liked pressure put on his butt; and when a hand touched him there; it was arousing to him.

By the time he became an adult; he liked it squeezed, fucked by a man, or a dildo and he fantasized about a tongue being inside him.

Adam remembered the first time he got his butt rimmed lying on the sofa in a man’s apartment. He eyes opened wide and he felt a sensation completely new to him. His butt became the master of his sexual life. What he lacked, in good looks, was soon irrelevant, when his clothes came off.

He was pure at heart, with no tattoos, only tan smooth skin with tuffs of black hair. Body piercing was out of the question, except for an earring which he thought was cool – but his Orthodox mother did not.

Adam felt skittish talking about it – but he was an oversexed well-defined Jewish man. He liked how Asa could devour him using his talented mouth and remarkable stamina like drilling for oil.

Adam was rock hard now, for the second time. Asa was finger fucking him between licks and Adam needed to get off again. He was spread eagle while Asa munched away, breathing hard and licking as much flesh from Adam, as his greedy face could find.

“I’m going again, grandpa. C’mon take me.”

He put his mouth on Adam’s junk, as warm honey ran over his tongue.  He held it in his mouth for a short time, before swallowing. It was gold and he wanted to keep it; but it slid down his throat with a smile on his face.

“Phew – that’s it; I’m drained. You are a dirty old man, gramps,” said Adam “Oy, so dirty you are.”

“I know, but you care about me.”

“That’s right, I surely do.” Replied Adam

“I like quality and you have a whole lot of it; continued Asa staring at Adam’s  crotch of black hair.

“Thanks, gramps - “Now, definitely I’m taking that shower, you can either sit here or go downstairs and take your nap that you missed today.”

“I’m leaving, replied Asa. “I will send you a text or maybe an email, or maybe nothing, will I send you”

“Good gramps, you do that - hey, how was it out of my hand?”

“Ah, not so much - I’ve had better”

“Of course you have.”  Adam smiled and turned on the warm water. He was at last alone, after hearing the apartment door close.

There was a bizarre shine to that afternoon being with Asa, and he felt good about it. It was different from other times when Asa would slobber over him.

The warm water covered Adam’s body like a gentle waterfall. He loved being clean and took showers as much as possible.

He stood like an Olympian wet with water, kissing his body. Being a Jew, he felt powerful being worshipped by an older Jewish man and it pleased him. It pleased him immensely.

He soaped his crotch and slid his hand back and forth along his talented money making dick. He thought about evenings, when men would place greenbacks in his pocket, for a twenty-minute quickie in the bushes or behind a dark building.  However, that was then and this is now.

Regardless of yesterday, this was a new Adam. He was mature now and the past was nothing but teen-age theatre; and he accepted it as such.

He had a good job, a hot boyfriend, an apartment rent-free for a year. In addition, he had Asa who took him from a park bench and put him on a pedestal. All his dreams had become reality.

Adam stood on a bath mat drying his feet and thought about the time Asa sucked his toes. He loved that also, he relished every little dirty jester pertaining to lust. Everyone has the right to be a little crazy, even a Flatbush Jew. It did not matter if folks agreed or not. He knew what he liked.

Adam put on clean underwear and flopped on the bed looking out the window. The forecast said 72 degrees and sunny. He placed his hands behind his head and opened his legs so his crotch could breathe. He laid there looking like straight trade.

“I wonder, if I ever made the devil blush” I’ve done some things straight from hell,” he mumbled looking at the clouds.

“Am I right, or am I right, he said talking to himself. Time will solve the mystery of this breeding fever, from which I suffer.”

To be continued...

Posted: 10/11/19