Return to Flatbush – Part 13
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Asa bolted the door behind him. He had made the mistake before, of not doing that, and Adam walked in on him. It was okay however, because he was with Andrew, Clayton was not Andrew. It was time to be careful.
They sat side by side on the sofa attempting a conversation. Asa wanted to touch and grab, but he had to be sure about Clayton. Although obvious, he was fooled before, and better to play it cool for a while.
Asa was not a strong believer in "whatever will be, will be." He had his own philosophy pertaining to gayness. He thought, "If you wanted something to happen, you had to plan for it."
Meeting Clayton again, after all these years was about as weird as one could imagine. A young black person, presumably straight, who gets drunk with a mature gay Jewish man then splits over touching, is hardly the best conversationalist.
Now, it is Mill Lake revisited and Asa is not sure how to approach it. In his mind, he knows remaining silent is the best remedy, but silence is never enough. He decided to let the day play out.
"You have done a lot of messing around, huh? Said Clayton
"You know I have, that is no surprise. I like what I like".
"Exactly what do you like?" asked Clayton
"Nah, I can't tell you. I do not want to shock you. I will be a dirty old man until I am a dead old man..." Explained Asa
"I'm a dirty old man myself, so I can handle anything." said Clayton
"Oy, questions – questions, Okay."
"I like a thickly muscled hairy pair of thighs to root through while searching for my toys! Love tonguing and sucking on balls licking under and hoping for a perfect load; stabbing and slobbering at that pucker, hoping for the right person! Since you asked, that is what I like to do.," said Asa "Is that too gay?"
"Sounds nasty but not for you," said Clayton "How gay is too gay?" he added
"The straight ones, continued Asa, always seem to taste better and shoot thick white loads! They have some of the craziest "rules," such as keeping on a t-shirt or socks, sometimes both. Only fags will get naked, just ask them. They will not touch you, but offer up their crotch, not knowing what is happening, as long as they keep their eyes closed. Moreover, never touch their face with your hand, only queers do that. You can touch their balls, but not their lips. If you try to kiss them – you lose them. They will leave, after giving you a push for being a faggot... You will hear the famous statement – "I'm not gay" or better yet - "I ain't a fuckin queer."
"Oh yeah, you got it altogether," said Clayton pulling off his shirt over his head exposing his bare chest. He was rock hard for a man in his fifties and beautifully sculptured, as a man should be.
"What are you doing? Oy vey, look at you, velvety hard, beautiful and dark, you are an exception," concluded Asa.
"Exception to what, being black?"
"I don't see `black'. I see a powerhouse of chocolate flesh, handsome and delicious. Don't be a schmuck, listen to me." Said Asa
"I don't need a lecture."
"Good enough, my mouth I will keep closed," said Asa
"No, keep your mouth open – on this," said Clayton grabbing the sweet potato bulging skillfully between his luscious thighs. "I want an expert, not a beginner."
Clayton took Asa's hand and brought it to his face. "Touch me Asa, touch my face. I will even remove my socks and even keep my eyes open if you want to root around under my balls." He continued
"Whew, Asa had spent a lot of moments on Flatbush picking up flesh. This so far, ranked with the best of them. Clayton had him entirely off guard. He was not a faggot, but he intended to get naked. Asa was amazed at how amazing some people can be.
We are not teen agers. No, not at all. We are grown men. Don't you agree," Clayton said to Asa
"I don't know how much more nonsense talk I can stand. You know and I know the score. Of course, I agree." Said Asa
"You are right Asa, so do whatever pleases you and I will do whatever pleases the both of us."
"Sigh, pleasing is importin. I am just the instrument of love,"
"What the hell does that mean? Asked Clayton
"I don't know. I just made it up.," said Asa
They both laughed and Clayton put his arm around Asa and it felt good. No, it felt wonderful.
"Want to lie down before you fall down," Clayton said to Asa, supporting him with his arm."
Asa did not answer but led him to the bedroom, where Clayton removed everything but his jockey underwear. The cucumber behind the fabric moved when he moved and it seemed to be growing like a popover.
"Wanna get nasty?" he said to Asa
Clayton stood majestically in front of Asa. His body was trim for a man his age. His face framed with a trim beard and mustache. He had some silver blended among the black whiskers. His head was practically bald with traces of hair around his ears. Wearing a cap, he was striking; without a cap, he was even more striking. Clayton was Almond Joy chocolate with nuts, to be devoured.
Asa removed some of his clothes but left on his underwear and tee shirt. Then he laid down on the bed looking up at the naked dark stallion towering over him.
He thought about seeing him in the park and staring between his husky thighs. It was all unbelievable to think this was happening.
Clayton let drop to the floor, what little he was still wearing and climbed on top of Asa. "Let's start this way," he said. "You can root around in my crotch and get your face under my balls. I like what you told me, so let's do it."
Clayton was much different from either Adam or Andrew. His cock was longer, his balls were like poached eggs moving and not hard like plums. His skin was velvety smooth and the hair on his body was unique.
He spoke very quietly soft and sexy. Clayton was a real man. Asa spotted that immediately. It had been awhile since Asa had met his match, but this could be it. He had to prove to himself that he was not just another cocksucker in an alley; but a man who knew what he was doing, because he was the best, never forgetting the slutty movements, that came natural to him. He was Asa Kline, not some rookie.
The taste of warm cum always put Asa over the top. This was no exception. His breathing became ragged thinking about a climax. He wanted his mouth flooded with Clayton's hot, creamy load of sweet potato honey.
Almost too excited to breathe, He reached over confidently, and took hold of Clayton's cock; it felt firm and warm; so he rubbed it across his cheek...
Asa slid his wet lips up and down his dick until it was slippery with saliva. I loved this big cock." He said
"I think it loves you too," said Clayton grinning, "kiss it!"
Clayton's junk was thick and oozed sweet sticky extract previewing what would follow from two poached balls, hanging in a furry sack.
He shivered when Asa's tongue caressed it, sucking one nut at a time, then drawing both into his mouth.
"I love the taste of you," said Asa.
"I sure as hell hope so," Clayton replied pushing Asa's head further down on his meat. Pull the sticky shit out of me, babbled Clayton with the dirtiest grin he could muster. "Go for it," he continued to say breathing a bit faster.
"I'll get it"
"You don't have to hurry, as long as you don't get tired. I'm not trying to rush you."
"I'm working here, just relax, I know, what I'm doing," warned Asa
Asa lifted Clayton's legs up and went straight to his ass for a lick. This was typical Asa and although a surprise to Clayton, it was commonplace for Asa. He was a butt man wanting it on his face...
"Mutherfucker, you are eating my butt," screamed Clayton. "Don't stop, if that turns you on. It is cool as hell, keep licking. "Fuck, this is good," he mumbled
Seconds later Asa was back on his cock and gurgling like water down a sink drain. He licked, swirled, and applied pressure where needed and swallowed as much as he could. He even swallowed more than he could resulting in gaging. Clayton liked the gagging sound and the dribbling. It made him feel powerful over an old white dude. Asa sucked heavily so that Clayton could sense the hunger in his soul.
Asa moved upward to his navel then to his pecs and nipples. Clayton was a banquet and he wanted to sample everything. If he could wrap it to go, Asa would keep some for breakfast in the morning.
"If you want, lie back with your eyes closed and enjoy this part," said Asa. "Put your hands behind your head. I will tease your nipples on each side. I will also lick and slobber your pits letting you feel my grasping tongue licking them." Such a joy you are," as he continued using his mouth snake-like across Clayton's flesh.
"Talk nasty if you want, nothing bothers me, in fact, it encourages me, or stay quiet and groan. That is good too. I want my face everywhere on your body and my lips where no man has gone before, if that is possible, which I seriously doubt."
"I don't want to talk nasty to you Asa because I respect you, but this may be the exception. What do you want me to say? Can I call you a dirty slut white bitch?"
"Of course"
"Well, I'm not gonna do that, Just suck me off, lick me, enjoy yourself and make us both content," replied Clayton
Asa was taken back by how classy the words flowed from Clayton. He was so mature, sensible and loving. Asa worshipped him without trying.
Asa flipped Clayton over and put a pillow under his stomach. He nibbled away on his butt rimming and forcing groans with wiggles from his chocolate stud. When people say there is better living that may be so. However right now this was heaven to Asa.
Asa did not want to stop and give up. He still had to drain cum from Clayton and that was importin. He went between his thick iron thighs licking, sniffing and massaging his bronze flesh with his mouth. He was back on Clayton's cock working hard for the Cracker Jack prize.
Clayton helped him by stroking his tar log at the same time. "I'm getting close man,"
"A-huh," mumbled Asa with a mouth full of Hershey.
"Sit up, I don't want you to choke," and jumped to his feet. It was then, the thick white cum pulsated from his cock on to Asa's lips opening his mouth in time to get flooded with cream of wheat.
Clayton held him by the head, (actually by his ears) and kept him there until nothing more dripped from his piss slit.
"Oh my God, that was the best blowjob ever – ever," he said to Asa.
Asa burped, excusing himself and replied. "That's what happens when you have a `God' to frolic with. You get blessed with a gusher of cum."
"No, that's a stretch, not a God," replied Clayton
"Okay, a prince, is that better?" said Asa
"A black prince" was the reply
"Okay a black prince," agreed Asa.
They sat together talking and Asa offered Clayton some coffee and wonderful fresh bakery pastry, but he declined.
"Now," said Clayton. If you invite me back, I would like to get into that walk in hot tub with you and we can fool around wet. There is a lot more where that came from," He was then, briefly silent.
"That can be arranged." Replied Asa.
Clayton exchanged numbers, so they could text. He liked text messages better than phone calls. That was fine with Asa, he liked taxing also. Clayton left shortly after and once more Asa was alone in his solitude.
`Oy vey, what a surprise, what a day, what a man – but I will not hear from him, this I know. The good ones never come around – they don't have too.'
`It is a good thing Clayton is not Bernie's type. A perfect liar that Bernie is. Such a putz; a lying putz – this, I also know.
`Being me takes effort for what counts. After all, I am what Flatbush is all about.'
An acknowledgement to my email friend Bill, who contributed the response following Asa saying to Clayton - "Oy, questions – questions, Okay."
Thanks Bill