Flatbush

FLATBUSH' Part 7

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WRESTLING WITH DECLINE

Time passed like it always does and any hope for excitement in Asa's boring life, was at a standstill; but in Asa's opinion, that was okay; it really was.

He was no kid and nobody realized that more than he did. Every ache in his back and his old bones constantly reminded him that he was no longer relevant to gay men looking for a hook up. Sex didn't mean much to him, except thinking and remembering about it; that he could do very well.

Gay is gay and it's always the same. The situations change over time, but everything, either good or bad, slides together into a one-time hook up or a serious relationship. As Asa would say – "You choose"

Asa did a lot of thinking and he was far from senile; his mind was as good as ever. He had a lifetime of quick come backs and he never stopped learning about people. He only wished his dick was as firm as his comments.

With forgotten scores of hot sweaty nights, and boyfriends in his repertoire; Asa lived gay, every day, for generations; now, he was tired. Not down and out, like an old washed up queer, but just tired of the whole silly game.

Then - there was Adam Wexler; who was another bubble on the stream of life. And by chance, he floated into a friendship, based on sex with Asa, who was old enough to be his grandfather.

Adam had sent Asa a couple of reserved, "How are you doing" emails to which Asa replied, but didn't suggest getting together any time soon and neither did Adam.

Asa was a perplexing character. He accredited it to being around for so long, that the years owed him something – the right to complain.

He liked Carlo, his longtime Puerto Rican trade number, because he would suck his dick, and then Carlo was gone.

He liked Adam for the same thing, but he didn't care for the extra crap that went along with it; such as lap dances, dildos, getting fucked and mindless conversation listening to Adam brag about himself making old men happy.

Although Adam did make him happy that afternoon, he didn't want to keep hearing about it. He was past all that stuff and it annoyed him. The character was so Gracie Allen.

It had been weeks since he spent time with Adam Wexler; He couldn't bring himself to ask him for a repeat performance, even tho he missed the nectar, that was typical Adam.

Carlo was good, but Adam was superior when it came to taste and smelling sexy; he thought about Adam constantly. He hadn't seen him around the park and naturally he looked every day steaming up his bay window.

"Nothing was ever accomplished by just thinking about it," so he convinced himself to send Adam an email. For him, it was more hunger than horny; although it's the same thing.

"Hello there Wexler, (he began his email)

It's been awhile since I have seen you. How is your schedule? It would be nice to do one. Asa

About 15 minutes later, he received a reply from Adam, sent from his phone, it was simple and direct'

"When"

"Today" Asa replied

"I have to shower, take a bus and see you in two hours"

"Okay"

"Yup okay, bring some plums"

"I plan to – later..."

Asa wanted to soak in his Jacuzzi tub. He knew Adam would smell delicious and he wanted to be clean also."

The telephone rang - it was Bernie calling to check on him and absorb what gossip he could siphon out of him.

"So, what's with the day's excitement?" asked Bernie

"I'm getting more fiber" replied Asa

"That's exciting; it will make you regular." Commented Bernie

"Hasn't done it so far, but I can wait for a good poop."

I fucked a friend of yours, with the help of Viagra" said Bernie

"My friends are all dead."

"I'm your friend and I'm not dead." Replied Bernie

"Could have fooled me. I thought you gave up years ago."

"Does the name Adam Wexler, ring a bell?" Bernie Asked

"You know it does; what did he tell you?"

"What should he tell me?"

"Oy Vey, games now you're playing – forget about it." Said Asa

"Adam told me nothing, but I thought you would"

"There is nothing that you should know, damn it – forget about it" Asa barked at him

"Okay"

"That's right –okay"

"When did you see Adam?" asked Asa

"You said to forget about it."

"It's only one question."

"Thursday" night after he got out of work; and before you ask; I fucked him on the floor. I had some Viagra and that stuff works. I wanted to get off, so he helped me do it. The kid has a great butt."

"This, I wouldn't know" replied Asa.

"Believe me, it's inspirational"

"Okay, if you say so – I believe"

"Want to go have lunch; I'm paying?" Said Bernie

"I don't eat so much anymore," answered Asa

"Good, I will save money."

"I am getting company in two hours and I have to take a bath"

"Who's coming, that you should smell good?"

"Mary Poppins"

"Stop with the jokes"

"Stop with the questions"

"Fair enough" said Bernie

"Okay, Now I have to hang up and go sit in warm water"

"Are your balls itching again, that you need to sit in water?" asked Bernie

"No, you putz. It's a bath to feel clean. Try it sometime."

"I give up - go – go sit and look pretty; it will take you two hours to do it."

"Tomorrow we can do lunch, if you want"

"Okay – I want," mumbled Bernie and hung up the phone.

Asa had a bounce to his walk as he trotted to the bathroom with a bath towel and a bottle of Old Spice body wash. He splashed around letting the warm water run over his body making him feel good. He had something to look forward to, and today he didn't feel old and not so lonely.

By the time an hour had gone by, Asa was dressed and looking good. But more important than looking good; he was feeling good.

He looked at the grandfather clock standing in his living room and let out a sigh. He loved this clock; it had belonged to his father and it has been in the family since the turn of the century. The clock was a valuable antique and dated back to the early 1800's. His grandfather brought the clock to America from Poland. This was long before there was a state of Israel; and living in Brooklyn was rural New York.

The clock had just finished chiming the hour when his doorbell rang. It had been two hours since talking to Adam.

Asa was excited as a teen ager on a prom date. He stood, pulled his underwear out of his butt and went to the door.

"Hello Asa, good to see you again," said Adam who looked incredibly delicious. He was dressed in designer jeans with no belt. The muscle in his legs and his butt was outlined under the denim. He was slim without an ounce of fat and wore only a white tee shirt showing masculine arms and some black hair at the neckline. He looked handsome and smelled like strawberry jubilee.

Asa stared at him and didn't move.

"Can I come in, or do I stay in the hall" he said

"Oh God – come in – come in. You look so wonderful, I was in a trance" said Asa

"A trance? How long did it take you to think that one up?"

"Nothing, do I think up. I only react, Mister smart guy, who knows everything."

"I'm sorry, that was meant to be a compliment;"

"You need practice with your compliments."

"I said, I was sorry" Adam said sternly

"Okay"

"That's right – okay; could I have a glass of water?" asked Adam

"Of course, would you like a beer?"

"No, just water would be fine."

Adam followed Asa into the kitchen and when he got to the food prep island Adam held him from behind putting his arms around his waist. Asa turned around and they were facing one another.

Adam put his cheek next to Asa and held him close. Asa nestled his head into Adams neck and stayed there saying nothing. He smelled so good and he could feel the bulge in Adam's pants pressing against him. His heart was racing and he was frightened being so happy holding on to this incredible young man.

"Did you miss me, you old grouch?" asked Adam

"Don't be an ass – with a question so dumb"

"Did you miss this?" said Adam and placed Asa's hand on the bump in his crotch.

"That question is not so dumb; replied Asa.

Adam had his zipper down and Asa put his hand inside to touch the plump swollen fruit, but the jockey underwear was in the way.

"I did something for you today Asa," said Adam

"I know, you took a shower and now I have nothing to sniff except soap"

"Yes, but I put the same underwear back on. It has a crotch mark and a pee stain."

"You're good – oh you're good, you know exactly what to say – you're good."

"Do you want to smell me, "said Adam

`You know I do; wait right here, don't move"

Asa made a quick trot to the living room and came back with a pillow off the sofa.

"This is for me to kneel on, while you stand and direct me. I know you like doing that." "Oh, you're good now and smart like a fox. Take care of me with that mouth of yours."

Adam pulled his shirt off over his head and took off his socks and shoes. The jeans slid to the floor and he was naked except for his two day used underwear that Asa couldn't stop looking at.

"You want it?" Do you want to smell cotton or blow me?"

"I want you should stop with the questions. You know what I want."

Adam leaned against the island counter and Asa kneeled before him resting his knees on the pillow. He rubbed Adams legs taking a lick every so often. When he came to his crotch he buried his face in his underwear and sniffed like a tracking dog. He licked the fabric engrossed with Adam's DNA.

Adam dropped the underwear and Asa licked his leaking dick before taking it into his mouth. He was good at giving blowjobs.

Adam helped Asa to his feet; he was now taking charge sexually.

"Come, let's go to the bedroom. You have some serious work to do"

"Good, serious I like; that is much better; replied Asa

Asa held Adam's big balls and massaged them carefully with is hand. "Are these for me?" he asked

"Yup, and they are full too. I got fucked on Thursday, I suppose Bernie told you, but I didn't cum. I was saving it for you. If you didn't contact me, I was going to call you. I hate doing that because it sounds like I'm hustling.

"Hustle – hustle, I don't give a damn. You are the best when it `comes to a tussle. I just made a funny" said Asa

"Yeah, you're hilarious."

Adam helped Asa stretch out and got him comfortable. He sat lightly on his chest and worked his crotch up to his face. His balls were touching Asa's lips but only for a second.

Asa open his mouth and started covering them with his tongue. He gobbled away going after pubic hair dick and finally working his way under his crotch, trying to get to Adam's butt.

"Ewe, you're nasty alright; nibble on my toes?"

Asa worked his way down Adam's legs. He kept going from one leg to the other nibbling, licking and drooling. Adam was getting wet. But he loved the attention. He knew he had something that Asa wanted badly and it made him feel powerful. The wetter he got, the hotter he became. His dick was rock hard from all the attention, and his balls twitched and swelled.

Asa was under Adam's control and it didn't bother him in the least. Whenever he thought about Adam, he thought about his balls that hung down like plums and he breathed hard thinking about getting there.

Maybe, he was a deranged old man, but it wasn't an issue. Adam was very taken with him and they were friends. It didn't start out that way, but once Adam understood Asa, he liked being with him.

Asa cradled Adams feet; holding them like gold bars and began washing him with his tongue. He sucked his foot and gave each of his toes a blowjob followed by some serious munching and sucking.

Adam loved having his feet licked, and he always made certain he was wash and wear clean. Not every man would do that for him. They all went after his cock or fucked his butt. Adam was built for sex and that is what they took from him.

Asa didn't mind licking feet; in fact he learned to like it; for him it was a turn on, but only with Adam.

Adam was lying on his back while Asa sucked his toes. Then he sprung his legs up exposing his butt.

"C'mon get in there with your face. You know what I want." He pulled his cheeks apart exposing a Grand Canal puckering to be licked.

"Asa obeyed without hesitation, conquering and rimming Adam until even the sheet was wet.

"Do you want some cum?"

"Absolutely"

"Lying down or sitting up?" Adam asked

"You decide, I didn't know I had a choice."

"Let's do lying down, next time sitting up, and after that, you can lick it out of my hand"

"Oh dear God Wexler, you are incredible; I want to do every bit of that. Can we do it, today?"

"It's not likely; I'm not Bat Man - How good do you think I am?"

"When"

"We'll see" replied Adam

"What does, `we'll see' mean?

"It means, when you ask me back"

"Count on it," replied Asa holding Adams balls and rubbing his nose against them.

Adam stood next to the bed and Asa rested below him on a pillow. He began stroking his cock while Asa watched and held on to Adam's bare leg just for the thrill of touching him.

"What beautiful big nuts you have, hanging like fruit on a plum tree, so full of good stuff. I love watching you jerk off."

"I know you do Asa; are you happy? I want you to be happy."

"Of course, can't you tell?"

"I can tell, now open your mouth and make me happy. We'll do this together."

"Incredible – incredible Wexler, you are."

"I know – open"

Adam began to erupt as creamy custard flowed over the head of his dick into Asa's mouth covering his tongue with cum. He kept milking his dick until Asa had swallowed it all, and there was plenty.

A small drop was on Asa's cheek and Adam licked it off. Then, he got on the bed next to Asa. He knew Asa would massage him and he was correct.

"I like being touched; I am your boy toy to play with, you know that don't you? And nothing, do I want from you- no gratuity."

"Whatever you say – I'm easy"

"My ass is wet from you licking away like a lesbian lizard," Adam said; as they rested side by side talking.

"I'm sorry, sloppy aren't I?"

"No, I liked it"

Adam went into the bathroom and washed between his legs; then went back to the kitchen where he left his clothes and got dressed.

Asa had only to put his shoes back on.

"Wexler, how `bout something to drink; you never got your water."

"Good Idea"

"I've got lemonade."

"Okay, I'll have lemonade and skip he water"

Asa poured two glasses of lemonade and they went into the living room to sit and talk.

"I suppose Bernie told you that he hooked up with me last week." Said Adam

"He mentioned it, but particulars I didn't ask about. That is your business."

"He fucked me."

"So, fucked you, he did; "I'll probably have to listen to him brag now, for months."

"So what do you think?"

"About what"" Asa asked

"Letting Bernie fuck me; am I a tramp?"

"Not to me; you are a prince; let's not talk about Bernie. He's meshuggeneh.

"We are friends Asa, but I wish you were my adopted grandfather; and you can be, if you like."

"I would like that very much. With a grandson like you; heaven I would be in, pure heaven"

"May I call you grandpa, not as a put down, but as somebody I love and respect," asked Adam

"That honor, I would like big time." Replied Asa

"Then you have a grandson now; you have me."

"Wait – wait, can I still get in your pants?"

"Of course"

"Oy vey, my grandson is a slut"

"And you love me, grandpa"

"I know, damn it – just shut up"

Part 8 to follow "Good is Better"

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