Return to Flatbush Part 20
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Part 20
"The sight of his naked body jolted me." It was something I knew from the first time Adam gave himself to me as a boy toy, Asa explained to Andrew while the three of them were having lunch at New York Pizza in mid-town Manhattan?"
"This was several years ago, but Adam lingers still in my thoughts as candy for my sweet-tooth. Adam was young and I was old but not elderly old – just not desirable for hooking up," said Asa.
"That is not true, interjected Adam. Asa did not bear the fake personality of some of the uppity men I had encountered. Age had nothing to do with it, when he went over my naked body, I didn't know what to expect. However, I found out quickly that Asa worshipped what he was doing and I was the recipient of that naughty mouth. We had priceless evenings, or afternoons behaving like teenagers, but most of our time together were spent as adults.
We never played bingo, but Asa licked and plugged me with toys, that I really, really, loved having him do to me," continued Adam, giving Asa a little poke of approval and a yummy smile.
"I don't know if I adopted him or he adopted me. All I care about is how priceless he has become. I am not referring to green backs. I am talking about the touching and nibbling when it's slut time on Flatbush," continued Adam
"I am as stiff as a log and we have to change the subject, or I need an Asa blow job in the men's room," said Andrew, this time squeezing Asa's knee under the table.
"What can I tell you Andrew," said Asa. "I was boring until Adam came along changing me into a lust cloud filled with wild fascination."
"What does that mean?" said Andrew touching Adam under the table.
"Oh, it is just grandpa's fancy way was saying `hot' with dirty ideas." interjected Adam being a know it all.
"I already know about his dirty ideas. Grandpa tells me all the time," chuckled Andrew
The conversation went along those lines for a while longer as they chewed down the pizza dripping with melted cheese. They were talking and laughing like school chums. It was glorious for Asa having young people for friends. Andrew paid the bill and they left, taking the subway back to Brooklyn.
A dark haired Puerto Rican man, solid looking with a trim beard in his thirties, kept looking at Adam from head to toe. He was hot looking himself and Asa noticed him immediately.
Since Adam had grown his beard, he was a different looking man. He was mysterious looking like a person from the Middle East and owned an exquisite proportioned body. There was just no way to hide his crotch. Adam apparently turned him on greatly and he tried to hide being swollen, with a paper bag he was holding. When he caught Adam looking, he lifted the bag off his lap exposing a wallop in his pants.
Asa knew that if Adam had been alone on the train, he would end up sitting on that flagpole. He was exactly his type of naughty and he loved quantity.
At the next stop, the Puerto Rican man got off, but not before handing a business card to Adam. The card said "Rafael" with a text number. That was it, just a number.
Adam stuck it in is shirt pocket. Andrew didn't notice a thing, he was talking to Asa - and Asa said nothing.
It was still early by the time they got back to Flatbush and Asa wanted to go for a glass of beer. Adam wanted to check on the bakery and Andrew planned to text Bernie, but told nobody about it. He promised some drops to Bernie and was in the mood to do it.
"I was thinking of a cold beer, but now I don't feel like going there. I have beer in the fridge. Does anybody want to join me before running away?" Asked Asa
"A beer sounds good about now," said Adam and Andrew agreed.
Asa flopped down in his favorite chair and Adam brought some beer from the kitchen. Andrew sat on the arm of the chair and begun rubbing his shoulder.
"So good you are to me," said Asa
"We can be better, grandpa," said Andrew. "Can't we be better for Asa?" Andrew said to Adam as he handed him a can of Budweiser.
Adam sat on the other arm of the chair and both men were touching and feeling Asa in some very private areas.
"I know I can do a hell of a lot better," said Adam "I know what he wants."
Adam started to pick up Asa but he protested claiming he could walk and to stop with the dramatics. Asa walked into the bedroom and pulled down the covers, so they could lie on the sheets.
"Are we going to get dirty?" asked Asa
"Yeaaah grandpa, very dirty," replied Andrew. "You are going to be molested."
"If you men can do it – I can take it," replied Asa with his limp dick starting to rise just hearing the words from Andrew.
Asa rested on the bed with Adam in front facing him and Andrew behind with his hands lowering his pants. In no time flat, they were all naked fondling body to body.
Asa was in another world, picturing he was 30 years younger and living as a slut.
He ignored everything but his nasty desire to feel Adam's cock in his throat and considered nothing else. His junk was amazing, even bigger when he pulled Asa's lips apart stuffing the entrance of his mouth. Asa was sucking deeply not caring who it was, he only wanted to do what he was doing.
He understood that no other man could be as expert as Adam could be. The effort was uncomfortable at times being stabbed with a hard rod and of course obvious. One just had to be there to witness how accommodating Asa could be for sex...
Asa accepted, having Adam in his mouth and Andrew in his ass. Andrew had lubricated Asa's butt and he was taking three fingers ravishing his bottom.
Andrew leaned his body onto Asa's frame gently covering his back. Andrew was brushing against Asa's crack and he knew what would be next. It excited him.
Fucking was not something Asa did any longer, but for some bizarre reason today he wanted Andrew to do it. It was a compliment from an expert.
Andrew was entering Asa's body pushing his torpedo dick slowly into the old man's bottom. Asa was taking it with no problem but it did hurt like hell, however he never let on and endured the entire plunge.
Asa tried to look at Adam as he fucked his mouth harder while Andrew fucked him spooned up against his back. The pain was now intense, having a cock sliding in and out of his cavern. After about ten seconds, it became the best thing Asa ever felt.
He was amazed how quickly the hurting went away. Both men were breathing in rhythm and whispering "grandpa slut" in Asa's ear. It was too much for common sense, but exceptional for everybody's ego. They were irresistible gay men at heart.
Asa without a doubt loved being the center of attention and being molested by two special men who truly cared for him. Slut was just a word and to them, a loving word.
The manner in which they were drilling Asa, they could not last much longer and erupted almost at the same time. It was first Adam who fed his cum to Asa. His big plum-like balls did their stuff just as Asa had hoped would happen. Several spoons of sticky white honey oozed from Adam's cock coating Asa's mouth with custard lunch. His dick was so good that Asa didn't want to let it go.
Andrew came right after Adam. Asa could feel cum invade his bowels. It was warm and thick, as Andrew shot him full. He fucked him a little more, packing cum deeper inside for contact, before removing his cock.
Asa turned around to face Andrew and without hesitation, licked him clean. It was a sleazy act, but Asa cleaned what trickled over Andrew's balls, gobbling every drop his tongue could find. It didn't bother him in the least. He was fine with this arrangement.
Andrew gently grinned as if he had just pulled a "fast-one." Nobody cared about that at all. They continued to cuddle with Asa, touching and holding him.
After about ten minutes, Andrew got up and slipped on his pants. "I am going upstairs to bath and put on clean duds. I have some texting to do,"
Adam stayed with Asa helping him to the bathroom and running a bath for him.
"I am fine, I don't need any help," said Asa
"We didn't hurt you, did we?"
"Stop with the questions. No, I am thinking like an eighteen year old. Do you want to do it again? I am willing," said Asa
"I bet you can, like an old war horse – always ready."
"I am going to use your shower. If you like, sit in your hot tube soaking," said Adam. - "I still plan to check on the bakery,"
"And you want to check on your Puerto Rican admirer too, I imagine," said Asa
"You are wise," said Adam
"Of course, nothing do I miss. Get cleaned up and go send your text." Nothing do I know about anything – Oy vey such a family of sluts we are"
"That is an accolade from a specialist," said Adam. Let's say, I learn well."
"I am happy with our arrangement as long as we remain safe and healthy. Not everything we do is something for everybody. Maybe one has to be neurotic and forgiving. As for me, I hang on thankful for everything."
"Better, I could not have said it," exclaimed Adam
"Do you know what I think?" said Asa
"No – what do you think?" "It sure is funny how life turns out. You always have to be ready for challenges,"
"All the time grandpa, said Adam – all the time."