Return to Flatbush – Part 19
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Part 19
Asa enjoyed disagreeing with people when he did not see their side of a discussion and it happened often. He was not quarrelsome like the Italian men he knew in Brooklyn. He was Jewish, consequently annoying, and a little pushy.
Asa understood that when you argue with a fool it just proves that there are two of them.
When you see the days moving along so fast, it is necessary to stop and think for a moment. Most times, it adds up to nothing of value. However, this was not the case with Asa. There was a powerful storeroom of training stacked within his brain. If something bothered him, he usually knew how to fix it, and that was valuable.
"Asa, you should listen to me," said his old friend Bernie
"You don't even listen to you – and you want that I should be the first?" I don't think so." Replied Asa
"Put your worries on the back burner and enjoy life," advised Bernie
"I don't have worries – I have concerns and they are none of your concern, so stop with the advice," stammered Asa
"Okay, I have stopped"
"Good"
"However, one question I would like to ask." Said Bernie
"So ask!"
"What is this thing that concerns you," questioned Bernie
"This you call stopping?" Okay, it is Alice Green. I am concerned about Alice."
"Alice? This makes no sense," said Bernie "she moved to Florida."
"You're right it doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but it concerns me. Alice has moved everything she wanted to Florida and has been there for a month.
"So you call that a problem?" said Bernie
"I don't know. She emails me almost every day and all she talks about is Brooklyn, Flatbush and missing her apartment, which is no longer her apartment. Knowing how strong willed she is, I would not be surprised seeing her back here before Hanukkah.
"Yeaaah, that would not be so good, you are correct Asa, that is a concern."
"This, I am telling you, but maybe the gun I am jumping. She needs time to get used to Palm Beach"
"You mean to say; maybe you are "Jumping the gun." Corrected Bernie
"That is what I said, you Putz. Bernie you need to listen."
"Of course,: replied Bernie
It was early morning and Bernie had brought Asa jelly doughnut still warm with powdered sugar. The Morse-Wexler Bakery would make them with thick strawberry jelly oozing out of them. Adam did not use grape jelly like everybody else. He used strawberry and sometimes raspberry. They were suburb and Bernie's favorite pastry.
A tap came to the door and as usual, somebody opened it. Asa suspected it was Andrew and he was correct.
When he saw the way Andrew was dressed with only shorts and a tee shirt, that usually meant one thing. It didn't mean a rollicking good time dancing. It meant a morning present of a warm crotch for Asa to lick. When Andrew didn't get off with Adam, he would come to grandpa for a blowjob.
Adam would fuck him letting him save his nutt, every so often, for Asa. Can you imagine anything being so strange? Asa didn't think that was strange. If Adam was sharing – Asa was taking. It was as simple as that.
"Hey, I didn't mean to barge in Asa. I didn't know you had company. "How are you doing," Andrew asked Bernie
"Good, I am well," said Bernie "Yee God, where did the muscles come from? And the chest, and the thighs,?" asked Bernie
"They had a sale at JC Penny, so I stocked up," replied Andrew smirking. "Seriously Bernie, I have been hitting the gym; big difference, huh?"
"Well, you are gorgeous,"
"Thank you" replied Andrew. He knew he looked good.
Bernie was seated by the table and Andrew was standing next to him. His bare legs bristled with strawberry hair and his package protruded like a muffin behind his shorts. One could see he was not wearing any underwear.
Asa could read Bernie's mind like it was skywriting. Bernie always wanted to have Andrew, and this was the first time he was in touching range. The timing was just right for Bernie, but sucked for Asa.
Asa knew what Bernie was thinking, but wasn't sure what Andrew thought. He could not combat the competition any longer and ignored them both.
"I am going to go shave," said Asa. Help yourself to coffee," he said to Andrew and walked away.
"Go Asa, I will help Andrew," said Bernie
As soon as Asa was gone, Bernie put his hand on Andrew's leg. It was warm and fuzzy.
"Can I touch the hair on your leg." He asked
"Sure"
"Can I touch your back?"
"Sure" mumbled Andrew "Are you coming on to me?"
Bernie, didn't answer but ran his hand down Andrew's back and across the cheeks of his ass. He began touching his crotch and cupped his hand around his cock that began swelling into an 8 inch hot dog
"Can I touch this?" Bernie asked squeezing his dick.
"Sure, you are there, so take it out," replied Andrew.
Bernie frantically unbuttoned his yellow shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. Andrew stepped out of them with his cock hanging and his balls hairy crimson like wrinkled apples. He pulled off his tee shirt standing in Asa's kitchen stark naked and a raw meat challenge.
Asa purposely stayed in the bathroom waiting for this to end. He knew Bernie and he didn't care to watch him using Andrew like a rent boy. It was harmless enough and bound to happen someday.
By any standards, they were all perverts and sluts to one degree or another. That was their life – full of surprises like candy bars in a Wong tong wrappers.
"What do you do for fun?" asked Bernie
"I'm doing it. Put it in your mouth." Commanded Andrew,
Bernie began sucking Andrew but not like Asa could do it. Bernie lacked the gusto that Andrew had become accustom to receiving. Andrew pushed his cock deeper into Bernie's throat. He wanted to scream, "Take it, don't play with it," but kept still, as Bernie choked a little. Life's a hard business. It isn't easy being queer.
"Is it too much for you Bernie?" Andrew asked. "A trained cock sucker should have no problem. Are you uncomfortable with my dick down your throat?"
"Hell no, I've done it in the mud" replied Bernie
Andrew wasn't impressed. He thought about Asa between his legs while Bernie was slobbering over him and pushing his finger inside his ass.
"Man, would I love to fuck this furry red hole," mumbled Bernie
"Nope, only Adam goes there. If you want a load, that I will do." said Andrew
"Give it to me," begged Bernie
Andrew jerked himself off still standing next to Bernie and shot his load into Bernie's mouth. His load was warm and there was a lot of it. Bernie gurgled as it ran from the corner of his mouth. Andrew pushed his lips together forcing him to swallow his nutt. Does it taste good," He asked "Oh yeah, I want all you have." Mumbled Bernie.
"You have it all except for a few drips of piss, if Asa wasn't here, I would put that in your mouth too," said Andrew
"Go ahead," moaned Bernie, "I want to taste it."
"Nah, I can't chance making a mess." Replied Andrew
That was all Bernie was going to get. Maybe another time in private, he may give him something extra to swallow. Bernie was a much bigger slut, but Andrew was a player, that was for sure.
With Asa between Andrew's legs his butt would have been tongue worshipped and his body adored. He had gone from a boy to a man. He loved Adam his boyfriend, but he loved the way Asa put him on a pedestal. Asa was truly a clever old fox and knew how to keep him coming around. Talk about meshuggeneh – this was meshuggeneh. For sure,
Asa was in the bathroom and they could hear the shower running. Andrew put his shorts back on and headed towards the door.
"Tell Asa anything you want to tell him or nothing at all, I don't care," He said to Bernie and shook hand with him like a gentleman banker. Andrew was a class act.
"You're a magnificent Viking, I think we should talk about having that drink," said Bernie as the door closed behind Andrew.
"You're an asshole," mumbled Andrew quietly going up stairs to shower and get dressed. Bernie never heard him.