Return to Flatbush Part 11
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Part 11
Three years ago, Asa watched a lonely young man, by the name of Adam Wexler; go off with Andrew seeing clearly that his era with Adam was ending. It was all very predictable and necessary for somebody like Adam to steer his life in that direction.
Oddly enough, Adam and Asa's relationship did not end; it grew into a family. Andrew entered the picture and he was one in a million.
Asa knew of nobody else, other than Adam, who would accept him as his pretend grandfather and build a life around a make believe story. It was incredible having Adam and Andrew as his grandsons.
So much had happened over those years that one's head would spin trying to make sense of everything. So do not even try, it is a walk on the wild side.
Friendship was the cement that held them together and sex, unbelievably, was the frosting that sweetened the cake.
They were young and in the beginning broke. Asa helped them to get started. He did not buy or use them. He helped them. They were so incredibly honest; whatever they owed was paid back. For them, it had to be that way.
They were each different in their own way, nevertheless when it came to their bodies, they found incredible ways to please one another. This included Asa, old enough to be their grandfather. What Asa couldn't do one way, he would do it another way and sex was good.
There were times they fooled around like common sluts. However, it was clandestine and behind closed doors. The only person who had inkling was Bernie, who was the high queen crossing guard of Flatbush. He was harmless and nobody paid much attention to him. Everybody trusted, admired and respected Asa, Adam and Andrew. Bernie was a nescience.
When Adam worked for Caroline Morse and eventually took over the bakery business, his popularity soared. He grew up on Flatbush, and so did Asa. They were both Jews although they stopped practicing kosher in recent years.
The three of them sat quietly, around the kitchen table in Asa's apartment. The only sound was the clinging of spoons in a coffee cup. It was the first quiet moment together since the bakery opened.
Three weeks had passed and it felt wonderful having Adam away from rolling out dough and baking bread.
"So Adam, tell me, "Business is good?" inquired Asa. "Wait - don't answer a question so silly. I see the people coming and going. I see you working in the kitchen around the clock. I see everything."
"You should see him in bed, grandpa," interrupted Andrew. "He mauls me like a hungry cat."
"Mauls you like a cat? Ashamed you should be, having such a beautiful man loving you so much, that you have to be mauling."
"No, no, no – that is a joke. I love it," continued Andrew.
"No, Andrew is right. I think I am oversexed. I am hard all the time. The slightest thing gets a rise out of me," said Adam
"If I slept with Andrew, I would be the dirtiest of dirty old men. Look at him. Such a body, such a dick, such a handsome face (not Jewish but okay) such a sexy man. Okay keep on mauling – he's gorgeous." Said Asa
"If I hadn't been around the block with you two scores of time I would be embarrassed; but I'm not. What I am right now is horny." Said Andrew
Adam paused, looked at Asa and the two of the locked glances. Did you hear that grandpa? Erin Go Bragh is horny. I think we should do something about that, don't you?"
"I think so. I took my medicine this morning, so I am good for several hours." Replied Asa chuckling
"You are not talking little blue pills, are you?" asked Adam "Do I look like Bernie the schmuck? No, I am talking an Ace inhibitor. It is nothing,"
Andrew sat opposite them with his legs open. A puffy bulge, between his thighs, begun to show the outline of cock on the right side of his leg. He took one last sip of coffee then stretched. His arms went above his head and he was definitely showing off attracting attention.
"Look at my baby Andrew over here advertising his snicker bar," said Adam being silly
"I'm looking – I'm looking," said Asa
"You know grandpa, the little fucker is horny. Look at his dick."
Andrew stood up and walked behind Asa. He ran his hands down his chest and kissed him on the cheek from behind. "We love you Asa," was all he said. Andrew pushed against him and his hard rod pressed into Asa's leg.
Adam rubbed Asa's knee and the attention they were giving him was uncanny and almost weird if one did not understand them. If you did understand them, you were turned either off or jealous.
Adam stood on the other side of Asa and his generous dick was rock hard. It was still in his pants but he rubbed his crotch against Asa's cheek as Andrew massaged his shoulders from the other side.
"Oy vey, I should have taken an extra pill. All his excitement is wonderful."
"Let's all get into the hot tub," suggested Adam
Yeah, let's" shouted Andrew agreeing completely with Adam.
"You two go. You don't need an old man spoiling the looks of too handsome hard bodies. I would turn the excitement off, I am old." Said Asa
"We know what you look like naked grandpa. I once licked your dick, said Andrew.
I fucked you one time grandpa and you could not take it. I get that often and Andrew is a complainer too, so c'mon, be a sport. We know every inch of you. So don' be embarrassed. We are a team." Said Adam
"A team, you are telling me. What do you know how I would feel? My best days are not behind me, they are gone. I miss it, but what can one do, it is what it is." This was not typical Asa. He would attack cock like ants on a sugar bun.
The pressure of the new bakery business had him discombobulated (a word he heard on talk radio) and he was in slow drive. He didn't want to look scary standing next to smooth flesh. He was not having any part of it.
The boys stripped naked, still standing in the kitchen. Asa played with their cocks for a for minutes worshipping them in his own special way,
Together they removed Asa's clothes, ignoring his protest but leaving on his underwear, then placing him between their hot young bodies.
Adam picked up Asa in his arms, as he had done once before, and carried him across the room.
"Don't drop me Adam and break my old bones. Put me down." He babbled repeatedly.
"Quiet or I'll throw your old bones out the window." Replied Adam
"You wouldn't dare." Said Asa becoming physically nervous
"You better stay quiet or I may fuck you first before I toss you away." Said Adam
"Humm, that might be worth it," spouted Asa. His arms wrapped around Adam's neck and kissing him on the cheek.
Adam carefully set him down in the warm water and he and Andrew crawled in beside him.
"Now what do you have to say grandpa?" Quizzed Andrew.
"I never expected something like this, but I will take it. There is nothing like a direct move to make a fellow feel secure." Replied Asa
"That is right Asa. You are what matters most," replied Andrew
"Grandpa, you are made for what matters," mumbled Adam putting Asa's hand on his limp dick under the hot bubbling water.
Asa sat in the tub with each hand holding cock and it was okay, but it was the force of the hot water sparking his get up and go. Holding a couple of limp dicks just didn't cut it.
The jets of water roared massaging the aching parts of Asa's body and the world took on a new glow. For the wonder of it all, Asa was happy.
Later that morning Adam was back in the bakery taking inventory of supplies needed for the coming week. Ordered early, produce kept coming in, as fresh as possible. Adam insisted on quality. When it came to running the bakery, Adam was not to be trifled with concerning food.
The employees from the former Morse Bakery were now working for him; it was one big happy family. Asa helped Adam meet payroll the first month. After that, it was clear sailing and the bakery was earning a growing profit. Life was good.
After the bout in the hot tube, Andrew was upstairs getting dressed. He planned to help Adam for a few hours in the bakery. He did not work in the kitchen, but would arrange the display cases with bake goods and wait on customers. Often Alice Green would pitch in and do the same thing.
Adam liked the idea of having a couple of small café tables with matching chairs in the showroom where bake goods were on display. Many customers were elderly women and even men, who would like to sit while their order was being packed. Adam would offer them a pastry to try while waiting. He made many additional sales by handing out samples.
Adam was sweet to the old folks and they loved him. He was Jewish and one of them. When the time came to being Hebrew, Adam was a pro.
Asa was feeling revived from the hot tub and thought about Andrew. He thought about his luscious dick adorned with a bush of strawberry hair, the fuzz on his legs and the path of fur leading from his chest to his crotch.
He thought to the point of going out the door and upstairs. Andrew was home alone and he needed one more look.
Andrew opened the door wearing sweat pants, bare chested and no shoes. If there is such a thing as heaven, this must be what it looks like. A lock of golden red hair lay on his forehead. His hair was not a dark color, it was strawberry burnt red. His green eyes sparkled like the Emerald Isle.
"I'm going downstairs to the bakery. Do you want to go with me, grandpa? Asked Andrew
"Have you cum since we were in the hot tub?" Asked Asa directly to the point and ignoring Andrew's question.
"No"
"Are you still hot?"
"My nuts are still full, if that is what you're asking?"
"I'm asking," admitted Asa
"Come on," said Andrew leading Asa by the hand and sitting him down in the middle of the sofa. He took off his pants, stood on the sofa with his legs on each side of Asa's head lowering his crotch to his face.
Asa opened his mouth like taking a spoon full of medicine as Andrew's cock slipped between his lips.
Andrew leaned his one hand against the wall for support and with his other hand; he caressed Asa's face as his cock gently slid into his mouth.
Asa used both of his hands clutching the cheeks of Andrew's ass. He wanted to hold his balls, but he took what he could reach.
Andrew was not kidding around. He was super-hot and his balls bubbled stirring ready to erupt at any time. He struggled to hold back getting off and so far, it was working. If he started talking dirty, he would send a flood of sticky down Asa's throat almost immediately. That was his intention, but not just yet. Asa was so good at sucking cock, that Andrew wanted it to last as long as possible.
Asa understood every inch of his body. He never became bored in the slightest and added a little something extra with his mouth to every blowjob he gave Andrew.
He was more concerned that Andrew and Adam would grow weary of him slobbering and butting in on their sex life. All he could do was to hope for the best. He knew that before you can choose a fork in the road, you have to come to it. It was a "fiddle-dee" think about it tomorrow moment.
Andrew knew he was about to blow. Asa sensed it also by the way Andrew made sounds in his throat, his thighs tightening and his ass cheeks squeezing together.
That was it. Andrew leaned forward resting his head on the wall while his cock ran like a faucet spreading jizz in Asa's mouth. Andrew took his cock out of Asa's mouth giving him a chance to swallow and breathe.
There was a healthy amount and it seeped through Asa's closed lips trying to escape. Andrew pushed it back with his finger. It looked like a well-rehearsed porn scene.
Andrew's dick still leaked slightly and a hefty drop landed on top of his fuzzy leg hair. It looked like a drop of white frosting on a strawberry to Asa. He would think `crazy-weird' thoughts when it came to sex. He did not have an answer for it, other than being old and living a fantasy. In addition, Andrew was available to cooperate and such a good deal.
Asa scooped up the drop of cum off Andrews's thigh and rubbed it across Andrew's lips. He opened his mouth, and accepted it.
"OMG grandpa, now you are feeding me my own nutt?" Said Andrew
"Good grief, it is just a sample, I took everything else" admitted Asa.
"I'm just teasing you, I have tasted it before, I think most gay men have." confessed Andrew.
"I know – this is true," agreed Asa. "Soon you will be as smart as me."
"I'll work on it, but now I have to get my hairy ass downstairs, Adam will wonder what's keeping me," said Andrew, reaching for some underwear.
"I am going on ahead," said Asa. He closed the door and started towards the elevator
Andrew opened the door, stuck his head into the hall and told Asa to eat a cookie. He smelled like cum.
Asa chuckled all the way to the elevator. "Eat a cookie – eat a cookie," what an adorable stud, but an Irish putz if I ever saw one.
Asa reached into his pocket and popped a mint into his mouth. "That will have to do." He commented. It was Sunday.