Return to Flatbush – Part 6
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Asa had a habit of thinking too much. He was not much different from most folks realizing that people are content for a reason. However, one should always leave room for crazy.
Asa was no saint and that is evident by now. Being bored, looking in the mirror was the highlight of the day. However, resting on the miles you did yesterday, was nothing more than life's experience with a few times worth remembering.
The B-41 bus line, operated by the New York Transit Authority, stopped directly across from Asa's building by Clancy Park. Flatbush Avenue was a large section of its daily route.
Asa would often sit on a park bench waiting for the bus. It was easy to hop on and go several blocks saving Asa from walking. The younger people called it, "hop on, and hop off." Asa called it just a ride down the Avenue.
"Are you waiting for the bus?" asked an elderly man who sat down next to him.
"It should be along any time now," answered Asa.
"Then you are waiting." He said
"Sure, of course, I am waiting and resting. I don't have to go far and I usually walk, but today I will ride."
"Where are you going," asked the elderly gent.
"The Meow Club"
"That's where the fairies go. Do you like fairies? He asked
"I am going for a glass of beer and talk to a lesbian"
"Oh, so it's the lesbian's that you like."
"I like beer and strangers who don't talk so much. That is what I like," stammered Asa becoming slightly annoyed.
"Me too," he added, "Nosy people, I can't stand."
"You could have fooled me, but I understand," said Asa
"What do you understand," he commented
"Forget about it," said Asa and stood up to greet the approaching bus
"Hey, you better get moving if you are getting on this bus," yelled Asa
"Later, I am going to sit for a while," the elderly man shouted back
"Oy vey, always a familiar tune, I attract shlemiels without trying." Asa mumbled lowering himself in the first vacant seat.
The bus let Asa off just past the Meow Club and he had to walk about 100 yards. The bar was gloomy as usual and the patrons were not a delicious assortment of flesh.
It was in the afternoon and the boys do not come out to play until evening. This was fine with Asa, he planned on one beer and then walking back home. His thought was to get out of the house and see new people; even tho, people did not care to see him.
Asa had not seen the man-tending bar before. He was not bad looking had had a good butt. Asa was a dick man, but a good butt is a good butt. He was in his forties and nice looking seasoned to the `just right' point of availability.
The best part about the bartender was his friendly approach to the customers. He was outgoing and friendly as if he genuinely cared about serving patrons their drinks.
He was either dumb as a rock or clever as a wizard lying in waiting for somebody hot to come along and fall into his net.
Of course, this was Asa's overtaxed mind putting together a scenario and bringing to life the character of Johnny, that was the bartender's name,
He said it was not John or Jack, but `Johnny.' In addition, Asa doubted he was even Jewish, but who cared about that.
Johnny doubled rinsed a glass for Asa and it was sparkling clean. The beer was cold and foamed nicely to the top without running over.
"There you go buddy," said Johnny, `enjoy'
"Are you Jewish?" asked Asa
"Nope, my old man is Italian. I know I look Jewish if there is such a thing as looking like a Jew," Johnny replied
"Sorry didn't mean to prey. You are a handsome man and with such a good personality. My name is Asa
"You are a good looking man too Asa and you are definitely Jewish. So what brings you in here on this bright sunny day?"
"If I said for the beer that would be nice; if I admitted looking for cock to suck. You would say I am crazy, so take your choice."
Johnny, the bartender, began chuckling. "Well, you are direct, that's for sure."
"I suppose so," replied Asa quietly. Then he moved from the bar and sat down at a table against the wall.
The jukebox was half oldies music and the rest mostly country music. The bar in the middle of Brooklyn had a down-home county flavor to it. Most of the patrons were older men, although this is where he first met Adam about three years ago.
In the background, the Oak Ridge Boys were bellowing out `Bobbie Sue.' A slopped up overweight woman was shaking her ass standing at the bar in tune to the music.
Asa leaned back and watched the entertainment. His glass was almost empty and was about to get up and leave when Johnny came over and gave him another glass of beer.
"Oh, I was only having one to refresh myself from the hot Sun.," said Asa
"I know but you can handle a refill, and it is on me. I can't let a man looking to suck dick leave here on the dry side," he whispered while wiping the table with a wet bar rag.
"What are you saying?" asked Asa
"Just that." replied Johnny
"Are you talking for yourself? Never would I be that lucky." Said Asa
Who knows – I like men in your age bracket, they know what they are doing. The young stuff is always available but tramps most of them. They sleep everyplace with anyone whose got a dick. Am I being too frank? I don't want to shock you."
"I don't get shocked, but right now I am verklempt, and that is a bit shocking."
"Then how about a blow job," asked Johnny
"When?"
"Now, follow me. I told one of the women. I had to go tap a keg in the cellar and bring in some beer cases from the storeroom. She is going to watch the bar until I get back. We are going into the store room"
Asa never answered but followed Johnny though a small door at the end of the bar. Nobody paid any attention to either of them.
Johnny latched the door from the inside and leaned against some boxes. He pulled some soft cardboard packing material from one of the crates and tossed it on the floor.
"Here kneel on this pop and helped Asa to get down on the floor.
Johnny unbuttoned his pants, pulled the zipper down and took his cock out in front of Asa's face
Johnny's dick was not very big compared to Adam and nowhere near the quality; but cock is cock and one takes what is offered. It was definitely adequate.
Johnny was a bit salty and his dick was uncut and wet. It had a slight cheesy taste, but Asa liked it. The way Asa could suck cock; this was going to be a breeze.
"Get on it pop and make it quick. We cannot stay here too long. I am hotter than hell, so I will pop off in no time. You just suck it out of me. - got it" Johnny said
"I've got it – I've got it," mumbled Asa.
Asa slurped Johnny's cock all the way to the back of his mouth and while sucking like a baby bottle, he gave Johnny rotating tongue action.
"Holy shit, mumbled Johnny bending slightly holding his stomach. Don't stop."
The words were no sooner mumbled; he started squirting wet liquid into Asa's mouth. He tasted a little on the bitter side, but Asa took it and swallowed his nut.
"Okay, get up – get up," commanded Johnny helping Asa to his feet.
He unlatched the door and told asa to go back to his table and finish his beer.
Asa left the storeroom and sat back down. The music was still blaring and nobody noticed a thing.
Seconds later Johnny was back behind the bar smiling and wiping the bar with his wet rag, Johnny ran back and forth behind the bar being jovial with everyone. He never looked at Asa, but continued to draw glasses of beer.
After getting that load in his mouth, he was happy to have the beer to drink. He could still taste Johnny's cum and he was not too crazy about taking it, but he did.
Asa had planned to walk the six blocks back to his home, but after the bartender's surprise, the bus ride became a better idea minute by minute.
When Asa stepped off the bus, he sat on the park bench to rest for a minute. He began to think about what just happened and smiled. He actually smiled because this was like being young again and grabbing a quickie with a stranger.
He and Bernie had done this sort of thing so many times in the past it was ridiculous. Now here he was 40 years later doing it one more time. It was something to smile about for an over the hill old slut.
He thought about Johnny and imagined him naked in bed. He would have been a remarkable hook up alone in private. He was mature with a good body and his dick was tasty to swallow.
Asa wondered if a trail of hair ran down his stomach to his crotch. He wondered about his balls. Asa loved big nuts. He also thought about how many positions he could do and how far would he go in the sack. Wonder – wonder – wonder.
"So what, if I am a syphon sucker. It is fortunate, that I do what I can, and still qualify." He thought rubbing his knee to get comfortable.
The bar seemed to be thinning out except for three men still at the bar talking to Johnny. He could care less about any of them. Feeling good and feeling poorly seemed to be a trait that Asa could not shake.
The jukebox was finally quiet. Asa ran his hand up and down the glass of beer that was getting warm. He took out an envelope from his pocket and pretended to read. This way he would look occupied.
Time was fleeing and Asa had just about enough of the Meow club, for one day. He actually liked the place and he liked Johnny. However, he recognized phony gay personality and this he did not like.
Asa set his empty glass on the bar. "Thanks pop, you have a good day," cried out Johnny from behind the bar
"There are just too many people like me. Something however, makes me different, I will call it destiny because I am stuck on repeat," Asa quietly mumbled.