Return to Flatbush – Part 9
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Part 9
Adam is always a step ahead of change. He knows the bakery will be gone and his livelihood will be gone along with it. He loves his job and especially working in the kitchen baking and learning from talented pastry chefs.
He returned home early and went directly upstairs without stopping to see Asa. It was clear that he was terribly bothered about something. Asa knew it was about his job and the future of the bakery. Andrew was not there and Adam was alone.
Asa sat thinking about calling Adam on the phone. He thought about sending him a text. He also thought about knocking on his door, but that was all he did. He just thought and thought.
Asa searched through his pantry cupboard and found a recently purchased bottle of Manischewitz Concord Grape wine. "Ahh, come to papa, you little bottle of happiness," he said speaking to the bottle. Five minutes later, he was knocking on Adam's apartment door.
When Adam opened the door, he had changed from his white kitchen work pants into white skimpy shorts. He had handsome legs with sexy black hair on his thighs surrounding a puffy crotch of eye candy. He was bare chested holding a tee shirt in his hand.
"Hey Asa - I mean grandpa, I was getting ready to come see you."
"To me you are coming, in those sexy shorts with the pouch and the hair? Oy vey, do you want to give me a coronary? He said laughing
"Ah gramps, you have been there before. It is nothing new," said Adam
"You are always new," followed Asa looking at Adam's crotch.
"Here." Said Asa, handing the wine to Adam
"Thanks, but what is this for? We have nothing to celebrate." Said Adam
"So get drunk." Said Asa
"Not on this stuff. It is desert wine. You wouldn't happen to have a bottle of scotch would you?" asked Adam
"Do you want to get drunk," asked Asa "And it is not desert wine."
"No, I am just talking. I am not much of a drinker. I only like a beer every so often."
"Such a good boy, you are," said Asa sounding like a Jewish grandmother.
Adam could feel his cock begin to twitch in his shorts. He liked it when Asa called him a good boy. He liked the daddy talk coming from older men. It got him hot.
Adam was the prince of sex and always ready for anything. Andrew, (not so much) but Adam was unique and willing. However, this was not the time for that sort of thing. Asa was only there to talk about the property.
"Okay, my exquisite man, talk. Tell me about the bakery." Said Asa
"I am not exquisite,"
"I know – you are gorgeous," mumbled Asa kissing Adam on the top of his head.
"What am I going to do with you?" Said Adam
"I'll tell you later, but for now I want to hear about the property."
"Yes – of course" concluded Adam..."the property."
"In a nutshell Carbone who owns the Corner Grocery wants to buy 2 properties. He needs the tobacco shop and the bakery, so he can build an addition and I heard for more parking. He made us and offer"
"It's not enough," said Asa
"You haven't heard the offer," said Andrew.
"If selling the bakery makes you unhappy, than it isn't enough" replied Asa
"The property is yours to sell, I will do something else," mumbled Adam
Adam, the man who was always a step ahead of change, secretly went to a job interview in Manhattan with an established bakery and received a surprising offer.
It was a `woe is me' moment in his young life and something that necessitated careful review. If he took the job, it meant some serious changes.
He had said nothing to Andrew yet, because it would disrupt their lives as well as Asa, his pretend grandfather.
Andrew knew about the Carbone family wanting to buy the bakery, but not about Adam going elsewhere for a job interview. The entire situation is change, and although change is good; this was not. "We have to do something," said Asa "If you work in Manhattan, you will have to move there. The rent in Greenwich Village, will take your wages and you will have nothing left for yourself. On a shoestring, you should not be living. Andrew works in Brooklyn, and I see problems here. I don't like this moving business,"
"It is a really good offer, continued Adam. They liked the fact that I can make Jewish breads and pastries. So much of their bake goods are Italian pastry and I can freshen up the line with something different."
"Don't tell me what you were offered in wages, I don't want to know. You are not moving." Said Asa
"I'm not?" questioned Adam
"No, let me think. Do you want to move to Manhattan?" asked Asa
"No, of course not. Flatbush is my home. I love it here. I love you and I love Andrew, I grew up in Brooklyn. I only want to follow my dream and be a baker"
"I have it – I have it," cried out Asa, perking up entirely. We will convert the former candy store that I own, into a bakery and it will be right here in this building on the corner."
"It's too small. The front room is okay for display cases but a bakery needs a bigger kitchen." Said Adam, "I already thought of doing that."
"That is only a mere trifle and nothing to be concerned about. Let me handle the details. You just keep making bread and loving what you do," concluded Asa
"I really love being a baker. Andrew I love, and I love you," replied Adam.
"Are you sure that is all you love? Asa slurred with a lean and hungry look coming from his mischievous eyes.
Without hesitation, Adam unsnapped his white shorts and they fell to his ankles. He kicked them aside and stood there in hot white jockey underwear sporting a hefty pouch that twitched a few times as if something was trying to get free.
"I know where you are going grandpa" Adam was very much at ease, and swaying ever so slightly to entice Asa. He rubbed his finger across Asa's lips
"I love your mouth." He said smiling and flashing his nice white teeth. "
Asa took a quick lick of his finger before Adam went over and sat on the sofa. He was naked except for the underwear that barely covered his hefty balls. His cock puffed out like dough rising. It was perfect.
"Is this a `come and get it' moment?" Asked Asa, quivering as he usually did seeing Adam with his pants removed.
As many times in the past, when he sucked madly on Adam's crotch, the thought of returning there, would put him in a trance. It was never a big trance, but a quiver for the thrill of it all.
Asa did not move. Normally, he would pounce on Adam starving for his body, but he just stood there
"Should I put my pants back on, since you are not interested?" Chuckled Adam
"Never – just let me look for a minute. This remarkable man you want to move to Manhattan – Never would I be so unhappy, confessed Asa.
"Forget about it. I never should have told you that. I am not going anyplace," follower up Adam
"It is forgotten," replied Asa. He gulped slightly, swallowed hard and took a step towards the sofa zeroing in on Adam's open legs.
The sound of a key in the door followed by opening. It was Andrew.
"Well, don't you look delicious," he said to Adam, who was sitting on the sofa looking like a meat rack. "Are you entertaining with you pants off?"
"Adam wants to get off," butted in Asa. I was going to help him out. You know how I am, your fake grandpa in charge of crotch relief,"
"I do know Asa, I surely do know, so include me too." Andrew said He pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped his pants, not saying a word but working fast to get down to his underwear. He sat on the sofa next to Adam with his legs spread. He was already getting hard.
Andrew began kissing Adam pressing lips and exchanging tongue. Their hands were touching everything on their semi-nude bodies. Asa watched for only a few seconds before he was on his knees between these two god-like men.
"Naughty Asa," said Andrew, sliding the damp underwear off Adam's butt. Adam's dick sprang to attention supported by cannon balls very, very, impressive.
Andrew also removed his underwear and they sat naked side by side. This was acceptable behavior, because they were a trio of lust. Nothing went public and how they used one another remained private.
Andrew was trim, muscular, hairy and soft-spoken. He was deliciously different from Adam, and Asa loved him... He smelled like yesterday's jock strap and it was intoxicating to the point of not being able to keep ones face away.
Adam was darker and his balls were magical. They were big plums. Magical is the correct word, because he could shoot gobs of sticky cum and hit you in the forehead. Then do it all over again. He also had the best crotch on Flatbush. Asa found a gold mine when he found Adam.
"We don't have to talk about sex to get into the mood. We're always there, I think that is correct," said Adam
"Sure, agreed Andrew. For Asa, we are always there,"
"Where do you want us, grandpa? Asked Adam
"Stay right there men, I can be a pig anyplace"
"A pig?" said Adam – You are a Jew.
"Okay, no pig, but a Jew lonely in overdrive. Is that better? Oy, everything I have to explain," said Asa.
They both laughed and began kissing again with Asa on his knees, going from crotch to crotch sniffing, licking and touching what he considered mortal magic.
Asa slid his mouth down the length of Adam's dick, causing him to let out a deep sigh. He swallowed deeply and maneuvered his tongue and mouth just the way he knew Adam liked it.
With his other hand, he stroked Andrew but that lasted for only a few strokes. It did not take long before he was slurping Andrew and stroking Adam.
"Suck my balls," said Adam
"Suck my dick." Said Andrew,
"We have an eager grandpa here," said Adam gently touching the back of Asa's head.
"Don't we though," continued Andrew. "The last time, I called him `the gobbler' and he laughed."
"My turn" said Adam, "don't just gobble away on Andrew."
"A-huh, a-huh, mumbled Asa with his mouth full and not able to talk.
Asa was limited to what he could do successfully between their legs; so they stood up and their junk was even with Asa's face.
Asa continued going back and forth sucking and licking. Andrew suddenly stepped away.
Andrew ran to the sink, and washed his hands. He was back towering over Asa in a matter of minutes. It happened very quickly; but he wanted to wash his hands. "Great idea," said Adam. I am too close to leave."
"Do, it fast," commented Andrew, "go wash your hand."
"Too late – too late." Shouted Adam. "I am coming Asa, don't stop – don't stop."
Asa did not stop. He gulped, choked, gasped and swallowed shot after shot of creamy liquid ejaculating out of Adam. It was warm with the gratifying taste that Adam never failed to give. It oozed out of the tip of his cock like honey.
Andrew had been watching and jerking himself at the same time. He came seconds later putting it in his hand.
"I have more," said Andrew. Still on his knees, like a dog, Asa put his tongue in Andrew's hand. He slurped and licked his hand clean breathing hard and moaning.
The entire scene was something from a `make-believe' story, but that is how they often behaved. Asa had spent years being a slut, doing slutty things, and he had nothing left in life except Adam, Andrew and memories. That was just fine with him. He considered himself lucky.
The men, who pretended being his grandsons, learned quickly. They understood Asa, so they performed willingly and loved doing it.
People cannot take credit for behavior that comes naturally. When one holds the key to the mint, it is as simple as that. Adam and Andrew were priceless.
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