Return to Flatbush – Part 16
The following week was Andrews's birthday. He had been with Adam since he was twenty-two years old. On Wednesday, he would turn twenty-seven and looked fabulous. He was always a cute red headed package, but the years of taking care of his body had turned him into a rock. Andrew was as sweet as he was solid.
Adam considered himself the luckiest person in Brooklyn. Asa agreed with him but secretly thought he was the luckiest person, he had them both.
Along with Andrew, Asa worshiped the Jewish prince Adam Wexler. The past five years on Flatbush, had been a diamond and champagne life with the three of them together as a family.
Now Clayton was in the picture, wanting to be part of their world. It was an effort in progress and something that bothered Asa just slightly. However, Clayton was for another time.
"I would like to give Andrew something nice for his birthday. What do you suggest?" Asa asked Adam over their morning coffee.
"That isn't necessary; he is not big on gifts. I am taking him to Fire Island this weekend." Commented Adam
"Fire Island! Are you crazy nuts? You are taking him to a meat rack."
"We don't have to hang out in the gay section," said Adam
"Ahh, but you will."
"Stop – it is a resort with gorgeous men. Andrew is a gorgeous man and he will fit right in and everybody will have a good time."
"Oy vey, okay – my mouth, I will keep closed"
"When is the last time you went to Fire Island?" asked Adam
"Forty years ago"
"See," said Adam, you are given me a tired old story."
"See what? Like I know nothing. Believe me, I know plenty" shot back Asa
"Things are different today," Adam, reminded him
"Of course, after you fuck in the dunes, nobody says a word; they only want a connection to the hot number in the cabin next to you. – DIFFERENT, what do you know about things being different?"
Andrew had been taking a morning shower and walked into the kitchen, still wet with a towel wrapped around his husky frame.
"Two Jews arguing over coffee and a sweet bun – gotta love it, and I do, mucho great," said Andrew beaming.
"What is with this `mucho-great? Now we have a comedian?" said Asa. Besides, we are not arguing. Adam is making a statement and I am correcting him, that's all."
"Do you know that Adam and I are going to spend Saturday at Fire Island?"
"Nice"
"And my hot Hebrew boyfriend here, is paying," said Andrew dancing back and forth being silly
"Nice," replied Asa once more stirring his coffee.
"Got to go," said Adam. The bakery is open. He reached under the towel and grabbed Andrew by his dick for a moment. Andrew kissed Adam's cheek and he was gone.
Andrew put on skimpy underwear barely covering his junk and set down at the table next to Asa. He was bare chested and it was rough to watch premium eye candy so early in the morning.
"You don't approve of Fire Island, do you Asa?"
"Of course I approve. It is a wonderful place filled with gorgeous talented people. What's not to like?"
"Oh"
"What's with the...Oh?" questioned Andrew
"Nothing – nothing, pay no attention to a jealous old man."
"You are silly, come along with us. There is nothing to be jealous about." Said Andrew.
"Good, tell me that again in about 30 years."
I have to get dressed. Do you want to do me before I put my clothes on? Asked Andrew
"Maybe later," replied Asa.
Asa went downstairs to the vestibule to retrieve his morning paper. The day was warm and the sun was shining but not especially hot. It was early in the day.
He sat on the front steps and immediately turned to the obituary section of the newspaper. "Humm, Kline, Kline, Kline, – Nope, I am not there. I guess today will be a good one.
He began reading about President Trump. He liked him even tho he was a lifelong democrat. He admired how he could take a licking and keep on ticking. He liked his stance on Israel and he approved moving the capital from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem. That was about all he liked.
Asa was careful not to voice his opinion on politics. He did not care for any of it. His opinion on cock was okay but not politics. Only cock was essential to a man with a few skimpy years still left.
Alice Green came down the stairs passing Asa sitting on the front steps.
"I am going to the bakery for bread. Can I bring you back something?' she asked Asa
"How `bout the last thirty years," replied Asa. "That would be nice."
"Wouldn't it tho." She commented
Asa turned to the local news and scouted the headlines. Everything seemed to be doom and gloom. He folded the paper, got up and went into the house.
Asa got a text message just as he was opening his apartment door. It was Clayton a rock of a man and there was no doubting it. He was also a hidden gem blending in with the folks who comprised the neighborhood.
The Brooklyn Technical High School, commonly referred to as Brooklyn Tech is where Clayton worked as a science teacher. The school specialized in science, technology, engineering, and mathematics education. Clayton taught science.
He was a man who lived professionally confident in his work and an aggressive slut in the bedroom. Asa only wished that his dick a bit smaller, so he could handle it better. How is that for a switch? I guess bigger is not always better.
Adam did not see cock that way. He loved sitting on a flagpole, and Clayton would pound the breath out of him putting him in a glowing world of "fuck me big daddy."
Andrew, although Irish, was a Scottish behaving mensch without wearing a kilt. He would drop his shorts in a second to put his cock in a warm mouth. He was a body lover –`his body' Asa, the sly old fox, would often tell him he was delicious and the clothes came off effortlessly.
Adam was Andrew's lover and he spent nights spooned close with his cock in a fuzzy red haired cavern. On the surface, in public, with their jobs none of this existed. Behind closed doors, it was as common as pie and coffee, at the "Dew Drop Inn" diner.
Asa read the text from Clayton.
"My students are taking an exam and I am sitting here quietly with an unhappy lizard in my pants." Clayton wrote "Nobody is home but me." Said Asa
"The lizard likes you. We don't need anybody else."
"I am not sitting on a flag pole, get Adam for that"
"Hah ha-ha – want company"
"Of course" wrote Asa
There was no reply after that and all was quiet. Asa knew that Clayton was just killing time and playing with him. He was good at doing that, so Asa would play along, but only some of the time, depending on his mood.
Asa flipped on the TV to watch a ridiculous game show. He thought it was preposterous to give thousands of dollars to some stupid-ass contestant who knew nothing but, guessed the correct answer, or spun a colorful wheel. One could have the IQ of a mosquito and still be a winner. How dumb is that?
After about ten minutes of television aggravation, Asa generally would dose off enjoying an afternoon nap.
The TV was still on, when a tap, tap, tap, came to the door. Before Asa could get to the door – it opened and in walked Adam and Andrew. Clayton was with them.
The afternoon had fled by and it was much later than Asa realized.
"You had me concerned when you didn't answer," said Adam
"I was hoping you weren't stone cold – I brought a lizard to play with," said Clayton trying to be funny.
"That is not amusing, Asa is our grandfather," interjected Andrew with a pretentious grin on his face. He too was being a comedian.
The only sincere person was Adam and Asa spotted the difference immediately.
Andrew clutched Clayton's crotch and squeezed his dick. "Now, that is what I call a healthy lizard." Everybody laughed. Of course they did.
Asa rested after his nap, and ready for anything, looked at the three studs. They seemed loaded with milk and honey.
"Can I use your bed for a second, grandpa?" Said Adam
"Sure, why?" asked Asa
"I want to take my underwear off and air my balls," said Adam
"Oy vey – go, go," said Asa almost pushing Adam towards the bedroom door.
"Hey, hollered Clayton. "No way in hell, am I missing this.
It did not take long before Asa was on his knees with all three bodies wanting his mouth. He was kneeling on the floor and they rested side by side on the bed. Their legs were wide open and their junk was rock hard. Asa was willing to go to any spot, on any of them...
Asa loved plump peach-like nuts. Adam called them plums filled with nectar. Asa would never failed to suck like a champion, but now he was better with the `moves' – much better.
Adam was not the best looking of the three, but had the best body. His body was not leather hard from working out or his arms bulging from lifting weights, No, not at all. His body was slender with low-slung hips, a great looking ass with handsome smooth skin and curves like a model. He was not feminine in the least. He dwelled on masculinity, looking like a Jew from the Bible.
"Ohhh damn, take me," he groaned as his cock went back and forth between Asa's lips. "Do you want to lick me?" he asked
Without waiting for a reply, because he knew the answer, his legs went up in the air and Asa zeroed in on his crack licking him like somebody Adam could count on.
Asa tongue fucked Adam for several minutes getting him sloppy wet with his butt puckering in anticipation of a rollicking good time.
"Let me in there," said Clayton. A little of this is what he needs." Clayton whispered in a sexy and loving voice.
He sprawled on to Adam, kissing his neck and face. They blended like chocolate frosting on vanilla cake.
"Can daddy have your naughty hole?" he asked sticking a bottle of poppers under Adam's nose.
"Yes, damn it, fuck the shit out of me," screamed Adam thinking he could take the kitchen sink, after snorting that crap.
Andrew paid little attention. It was only sex and gamey sex at that. It was not the ideal pleasure for some people, but Adam and Andrew were not most people. They were not whores either; they were unique stars doing what came natural to them. It was their way to rationalize lust.
Yeaaah, it is time to be truthful here. They were really sluts, some things one cannot sugarcoat. They didn't sell anything, but they gave a hell of a lot away.
Clayton had an incredible bronze color smooth velvet body. He played hard, talked to nobody about whom he fucked, and was perhaps the most intelligent. Asa was not quite convinced however. Clayton had been "tearing up booty" as he called it, fucking Adam. He was ready to dump and it was obvious watching his body trembling and the mumbling sounds coming from his throat that eruption was not far away.
Clayton had hoped to pull out in time before filling the condom he was wearing, but it did not happen that way. He exploded inside Adam.
Clayton eventually calmed down and handed Adam a slimy looking condom that Adam dropped on the floor.
Clayton went to the bathroom, returning with a "have to be going" story, got dressed and left.
The boys put Asa between them on the bed, and stretched out touching him ever so gently on his neck and chest.
"If you ask me, and nobody did, but you have to have somebody who cares. Somebody to look out for you," said Asa staring at the ceiling.
"Okay, Asa, what wrong? Said Andrew
"Wrong? Did I say something was wrong?
"It's Clayton. You don't care for him, do you grandpa?" said Adam
"What's not to like" He is husky and hot"
"But?" followed up Adam
"But nothing – everything you have to analyze, just like a Jew" said Asa
"I am a Jew," replied Adam
"Oh yeah, that's right," agreed Asa.
Adam and Andrew locked glances and rubbed Asa chest. They understood him so well; they anticipated some complaining was in the air. Asa did not complain and nothing more was said. He was comfortable being alone with Adam and Andrew; it was like coming home again.
They rolled Asa on his side and Adam nuzzled up to his face so he could have his cock. Asa sucked like a baby and Andrew lubed his finger working it into the old man's bottom. Asa enjoyed a finger fuck. It was something he could still handle.
Adam's balls were tightening and sticky cum was about to move. Adam knew that any moment now, he would be pulsating a gooey shower into Asa's mouth. Asa knew it also. He was used to having Adam, between his lips, that no guessing was needed.
Andrew had lubed his hand and was playing and stroking Asa's dick. Asa was not one to be completely dismissed because of his age. He was still a handsome man and his cock was similar to Adam in size, only an older retired version – and it did not work so well staying hard. Andrew put his ankles up to his shoulders and spread his thighs apart. It was an awkward position, but Asa could work with it. Anything to please Andrew, there was no acting here, just lust. He called it volunteering.
Asa used his last degree of energy drilling his face into Andrew's crimson colored crotch then slurping his crack, clear down to his balls.
"Take my dick," pleaded Andrew very hot and ready to blow like an oil well.
Asa's mouth still had the taste of Adam's nutt on his tongue and Andrew was about to add his own cum to it.
The white cream flowed over the head of Andrew's cock and Asa gobbled it away anticipating the next drops coming his way.
He loved Adam and Andrew. There was no mistaking that. They were the only people that he wanted in his life.
Asa wondered if anyone had the right to expect more.