"Always Available"
By Justin Balancier
jbalancier9@yahoo.com
This story is a continuation of the well-received story written Jan. 2020 entitled "RETURN TO FLATBUSH" Found on Nifty Adult Friends Jan 11, 2020
Some readers have inquired as to what happened to their favorite story character, Asa from Flatbush Avenue. In the words of Asa Kline, "If you want to be better, be flexible" and flexible he was...
Disclaimer
The following story with names, places, events, and Jewish expressions are works of fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely coincidental
Part 1
Bernie was a staple around FLATBUSH in Brooklyn, from his teen age years to his current senior moments. There was no missing the gossip he was up against.
"Nobody knows what it is like to be me," exclaimed Bernie to his old friend Asa Kline.
"If you are waiting for me to disagree, you better take a seat," replied Asa. "You never stop – take a break"
"I am sitting you schmuck." Mumbled Bernie
That was true. There were sitting on the stone steps in front of Asa's building, talking and complaining as usual.
The heavy glass door to the vestibule opened behind them.
Adam Wexler put his arms around Asa from behind and kissed him on his neck.
"How is my favorite grandpa this beautiful Brooklyn day?" Asked Adam
"I get around alright when the weather is good. I'm just an ordinary old man," replied Asa
"I love ordinary. You would look hot to me in burlap," replied Adam
Adam considered himself the luckiest person in Brooklyn. Asa agreed with him, but vividly knew that he was the luckiest person. Asa had pseudo adopted not only Adam, the Jewish prince, but also his boyfriend Andrew.
The past several years on Flatbush had been a diamond and champagne life with the three of them together as a family steeped in a labyrinth of sexual activity.
Asa owned the building and lived on the first floor. Adam and Andrew had the top floor often referred to as the penthouse apartment; although it was hardly a penthouse.
Where else could an old New York Jew find two hot young men who catered to his every need physically and sexually, asking for nothing in return? They didn't have to ask. Asa was there for them 100 percent of the time.
"Where are you going?" piped in Bernie looking up at Adam standing next to him.
Bernie was a sly old fox and every chance he got to "crotch watch" he was there in living color.
Adam's trademark was the bulge in his crotch and although it was no `little' thing, it got him far in life.
Bernie had been there gobbling a couple of times, but a man never tires of turkey and thick warm gravy. He also never tired of flirting with both Adam and Andrew. Bernie was totally predictable.
Adam was waiting for Andrew. The door opened again and Andrew joined him. Andrew was wearing shorts and a tight blue tee shirt. The young man didn't have an ounce of fat on him, just smooth Scottish flesh. His soft red hair sparkled in the sun and he looked beautiful. I should say handsome, but he was truly beautiful.
Standing next to Asa and Bernie, his crotch also protruded into a firm round package. Andrew had a packed hard butt and with that being Bernie's weakness, he stared like a wolf ready to attack.
Andrew also kissed Asa on the cheek even before speaking.
"So what is with all the friendliness? Doesn't Uncle Bernie over here get a kiss?"
Adam giggled. Of course Bernie, I am sure there is nothing nasty on your mind." And he kissed Bernie the same as he did with Asa.
Bernie patted Adam's butt, then put his arm around Andrew's leg as he also bent down to kiss him. Bernie tugged at the reddish colored hair on Andrew's legs. He was so sexy.
"Where are you two gorgeous young men going?" asked Bernie
"Don't be asking what doesn't concern you," interjected Asa into the conversation
"I care." Replied Bernie "that's what I do, I care about people"
"You care about their crotch. You act like a toilet seat. It's not complicated so mind your own business" Asa barked at him
"We are going to a music concert in central Park; I know you wouldn't understand Bernie, but why would today be different. We are players with an open mind." Said Andrew
"What the hell has that got to do with anything; what is Andrew talking about?" Bernie asked Asa
"Andrew is saying because you played around and had sex with them, you don't have to know everything they do"
"That's dumb"
"Probably so, who cares," added Asa
They watched as Adam and Andrew walked away heading for the subway that would take them into Manhattan.
"Damn but that's hot stuff," said Bernie gapping at two hard-packed butts walking down the street.
"Enough – just shut up Bernie," blurted out Asa becoming slightly annoyed with his old friend
It was Sunday and there was not much activity along Flatbush Avenue; even so, it was seldom a quiet street.
"Would you like to listen to some music?" asked Asa
"Oy vey, I have heard you sing, spare me the torture." Replied Bernie
"Not me, you putz, maybe Sinatra"
"Maybe not – let's go for a drink. The walk will do us good." Said Bernie
Somewhere in that statement was a spark of realism. They didn't need a drink, but the walk was a good idea.
"Beer makes me pee." Said Asa
"Water, makes you pee. I get it – it's the sensation."
"Sensation hell, it's the liquid, but I will go. A beer would taste good" agreed Asa
"Should I call a cab?" asked Bernie
"How can you take a walk in a cab?
"Oh yeah, I forgot." Mumbled Bernie
"Oy, only sex keeps you from wrestling with decline. Mother Nature needs to spend a little more time with you. You forget everything." Said Asa
Asa used the handrail pulling himself to his feet and they began walking slowly down Flatbush Avenue
"Where are we going?" asked Bernie
"To the first bar with cold beer."
"That is the Meow Club" said Bernie
"Yuck, such a dump but the memories are good. I met Adam there." Said Asa
"We met Adam there, you were just lucky enough to get him." Said Bernie
"It was love at first sight." Said Asa
"More like cash at first sight," added Bernie
"Whatever!!! – That was then. A lot of water has splashed over the dam since those days," Asa reminded him
"I suppose"
"Do you want to know something?" said Asa
"Might as well, there is no way to shut you up." Replied Bernie
"Day after day, it's the same thing. I think we are too old for this gay stuff anymore."
"That isn't anything to brag about."
"Who's bragging – I am stating." Said Asa
"Who cares, it isn't worth talking about"
"Do you think so," continued Asa? "Do you want to be accused of never looking ahead?"
"That is crazy, it is unfortunate, but what can one do. Face it Asa, we are getting old"
"Ha- that is a good one coming from you. You wouldn't recognize closing time at a water hole, if you fell in it." Said Asa
Oy vey, you are just what my ego doesn't need. Forget about it." Stated Bernie
"Okay, let's leave it at that."
`Asa' – said Bernie "You are impossible and now you've proved it."
"We are forgetting about it – remember?" said Asa
"Okay, good answer"
They continued waking slowly approaching the Meow Club; when they stopped in their tracks and looked at one another.
The Meow club was gone. Not the building itself; just the business. In its place was a remodeled handsome looking bar celebrating a grand re-opening.
A new sign half painted and half neon read "JOHNNIES" and there was no mistaken it was a gay bar.
The front glass windows once loaded with half dead plants, dust and dead flies, now looked different. It was impressive.
The stained window glass was replaced with thermos pane and a life size statue of a golden horse reared up with a rider in western garb rode his back. The rider was dressed in black with the name "JOHNNIE" written in white script on a black shirt. White fringe hung from the sleeves.
"Oy vey, now this is something to believe in," said Bernie
"I know a touch of clean living is just what this place needed. I wonder who `Johnnie' is. Do you suppose it is the bartender? He is hot and we had sex with him in my apartment." Said Asa
"Who is – `WE' asked Bernie"
"Adam, Andrew and me" replied Asa
"Such tramps..." "What the hell did you do, keep score?" giggled Bernie loving every minute of a new story.
When they entered, the bar was crowded for a Sunday afternoon with men of all ages. The lesbians were gone. The smoking had disappeared and the air conditioning was new and working beautifully.
County music was playing in the background but was subtle and comfortable for caring on a conversation. The bar was composed of men and no screaming queens. It was gay but not a faggot bar.
Asa was correct. Johnnie the former bartender, was the new owner, and was seated at the end of the bar talking to some patrons. Tending bar were two handsome young bartenders flirting and being friendly with every customer who was putting money down on the bar and having a good time.
"This is very nice," Asa said to Bernie
"You don't say `nice' anymore, you have to say "cool" said Bernie
"Cool to you – `nice' to me – shut up Bernie. I know how to talk."
Johnnie spotted the two of them and not ignoring them, as Asa had expected him to do; he came directly towards them.
"Asa, Asa, Asa. I was wondering when you would come back here again. And Bernie, I am so happy to see you.' Said Johnnie putting an arm around each of them.
There were no tables available, so Johnnie motioned to a couple of people he knew and they got up and went to the bar. He gave the table to Asa and Bernie so they could have a place to sit. Johnnie joined them and the bartender brought over drinks for everybody.
Asa tried to pay the bartender, but Johnny wouldn't take the money. "It's on the house gentlemen" he said smiling and looking like a knock out stud.
How are Adam and Andrew? Johnnie asked. "Those are two very hot dudes," he said picking up a glass of beer and taking a sip.
"Yes, they do give awesome a new meaning," but I keep pretty much to myself these days," admitted Asa
"Don't believe him," piped in Bernie. Asa is as big a slut as ever. Just give him some cock and he can ring the bell. Now I am always available in case anybody is interested."
"Nobody is interested," Said Asa running his finger down the beer glass dripping with moisture.
"Ha ha-ha, chuckled Johnnie, getting up to return to the bar. Bernie excused himself and went to the men's room. The beer had gotten to him.
Johnnie immediately came back to the table and said very quickly to Asa. "I'll make this fast.
"Will you do me Asa? I need one of your tight hungry blowjobs that only you can do."
"Uh, sure, yes, I can do that, but not here." Replied Asa
"When you get home, call me and I will stop by if you want it." That was it. Plain, simple and blunt as hell.
There was no way Asa was missing out on this. Johnnie was a tasty Brooklyn tradition that he couldn't turn down.
By the time Bernie returned from the men's room Johnnie was back at the bar completely ignoring them. He was such a good actor when it came to ignoring his surroundings.
Bernie ordered more drinks and although Asa could do without, he said nothing and drank the beer.
They had two drinks and that was their limit. Asa wanted to leave after giving a tip to the bartender; they nodded with a wave to Johnnie and left the bar.
There were a couple of cabs outside and Bernie flagged one down and they rode back, even tho it was only a few blocks. Asa got out at his building and the taxi took Bernie home.
Adam and Andrew were still in Manhattan at Central Park. Asa went inside, took a long pee, and then sat down at the kitchen table.
He did what one would expect him to do. He called Johnnie
Johnnie recognized the incoming number and went into the storeroom where it was quiet to answer.
"Are you hungry, pops? He said answering his phone.
"Flesh is my weakness, what do you think?" Replied Asa.
I am in the store room now, touching my balls full of honey. I have the dick to take care of any weakness you may have today." Mumbled Johnnie
"I don't choose, lust does it for me," admitted Asa. "I am always available, so come and see me," he added
Give me a half hour. Hope you're hungry, said Johnnie sticking the phone back into his pocket.
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