Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2019 19:34:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: Justin Balancier <jbalancier9@yahoo.com>
Subject: FLATBUSH Part 11

FLATBUSH AVENUE

The chapters are piling up as we head towards the end of the story; but we
cannot forget Nifty and please contribute; every little bit helps someone
somewhere - thanks

Part 11

JUST LOVELY

After Adam first met Asa at the Meow club, his days slowly became
different. What began as an annoying meeting blossomed into a friendship
that was real. The players were different, as day and night, and what they
had in common was nothing – except one thing. Sometimes it only takes
one thing to perform magic.

Asa was usually an early riser, but he sat in front of the computer screen,
the evening before, watching erotic junk wasting valuable sleep time. When
he awoke in the morning, he was still tired.

He had slept later than normal, and needed to get moving. Today he was
having guest, and although he did not care for most people, this company
was important.

He took a bath the night before, but stood under the shower to refresh and
wake up quicker.  For the first time in months, he thought about what to
wear; that would make a favorable impression.

Usually clothes were clothes and he would wear anything as long as it was
clean. Everything had to be clean.

Being the old scrapper that he was, he had a reason for everything. It
seldom made sense, to most people, but he had his views, and that made
everything okay, as far as he was concerned.

Looking good and smelling clean is healthy. Asa thought, that sniffing and
licking hidden places, kept one interested. It worked well for him; nobody
ever got off from boredom; when Asa was in the game.

The Morse Bakery where Adam worked, was closed.  He also knew that Adam was
bringing Andrew to meet him. Just to make sure, Asa sent Adam a text.

Hi Adam What time are you coming by? How about if I order a pizza, I want
to treat you and Andrew to something besides pastry.  Asa

In less than 5 minutes Adam replied

"We are going to Brighton Beach this afternoon, is 7:00 pm okay with you?
The pizza sounds good. Anything you do is good grandpa. See you later Adam
"

As usual, Asa read the text a couple of times. Hearing from Adam was like
being with him. Although he could not stay aroused for very long, he would
twitch and swell from simple things that Adam said or did.

It was around 7:20 when Asa has buzzed the downstairs' door letting them in
to the building. He could hear them running up the stairs clowning around
and laughing. They completely ignored the elevator.

"Ah, what energetic birds of youth they are;" he was thinking, when a tap,
dee dum-dum', came to the door.

Asa opened the door and looked at two virile young men bringing testerone
to an otherwise dull hallway.

"If you're selling candy, I'll take two boxes;" said Asa in a jovial mood.

"Asa, this is Andrew," said Adam before the door was even shut.

"So you are Adam's main squeeze," replied Asa "Damn you is lookin good."

"Main Squeeze, lookin good?" said Adam. That is black speech, where did a
Jewish man, get that from?"

"I watch the BET – black entertainment," replied Asa rather pleased with
himself.

"I told Andrew that you were a funny man," interjected Adam

"Nice to meet you Andrew and they shook hands.

Andrew was an attention-grabbing young man. He looked Scandinavian or maybe
Irish with his strawberry red hair and fair skin. He was a hot looking kid.
He was precisely as Adam had described him; sexy as a motherfucker; another
expression that Asa learned, from BET.

Asa did not miss much; in a matter of minutes he had Andrew's body
memorized; especially the red hair. Asa loved redheads and found them
terribly sexy. He had a stubble reddish beard, that he growing, and it was
Viking delicious looking.  He was wearing expensive sneakers; something
more that Asa noticed.

Andrew was shorter than Adam maybe around 5/10, with a solid butt and a
full package.  He was wearing fitted jeans, which accented a handsome male
butt that impressed Asa to where he immediately got dirty thoughts.

Adam had on shorts and a blue pullover shirt. His long handsome legs with
tucks of black hair that Asa chewed on looked wonderful. Asa had to stop
looking at Adam's body; Verklempt, he was getting.

"I like your grandfather" said Andrew"

"Yeah, he's a special dude, that's for sure."

"What do you think of Andrew?" Adam asked Asa.

"If first impressions count for anything, then I am seriously
impressed. "You are gorgeous, Andrew" concluded Asa.

Andrew was obviously embarrassed. Asa realized he was not used to hearing
compliments.

"Hardly," said Andrew. "I am as plain as they come."

"You are not to decide; I say, what I see, and it is gorgeous. I have my
own interpretation of gorgeous and I am never wrong"

"Okay – I'm gorgeous and you need glasses, but I appreciate it."

"Andrew turned to Adam and said – "Did you know that you have a gorgeous
boyfriend?"

"Of course, he says that I'm gorgeous too; and that is not possible, but he
is sweet."

All three of them broke out in laughter enjoying each other's company.

"Tell me about you," said Asa.

"Oh God, is this Jewish interrogation?"

"No it's talk – or don't talk, doesn't matter."

"I'm a jerk, aren't I?" said Andrew.

"I'll let you know later."

I am twenty-three years old and I still live at home with my parents in
Queens; but not for long. My dad works laying tile and hardwood floors. He
works mainly on Long Island, so they are moving there. I am not going to
Long Island with them.

I am going to stay either in Brooklyn or in the East Village, but
everything is so expensive; the challenge is overwhelming when you do not
have much money.  Adam wants to live with me and that would be the
answer. With two people splitting expenses, we could make a go of it.

"It sounds right, but maybe not; unless you have a good paying job," said
Asa. "Do you have a good paying job?"

"Not yet, but I will. I graduated with a BS degree in business related
study of finance management, economics, and accounting, from Brooklyn
College in the Flatbush neighborhood on Bedford Avenue; but that doesn't
guarantee anything when it comes to finding a job."  "I know Brooklyn
College well," said Asa "that is good, but until you land a position, you
kids are broke; well maybe not broke, just skimpy in the paper dept."

"Not Adam. He has a rather healthy bank account. I know he works for Morse
bakery, and he loves doing it," continued Andrew.  "Beats me how he managed
to save that much money, but he earned it.

"A-huh, I'm sure he did," concluded Asa. "Earned it, I mean."

Asa remembered Adam saying how green backs were stuffed into his pocket,
which he accepted for dropping his pants for the pleasure and the profit it
derived.

Being smart, he banked as much as he could; and now he had an impressive
bank account to use as he needed. Asa admired how frugal and smart that
was."

Adam had left the bathroom earlier, and missed the conversation about
money. He was back now, and the conversation switched to ordering a pizza.

"What I'd miss. Anything important" he asked, shaking his moist fingers dry

"Nope" said Andrew

"Not a thing," added Asa

 "Okay men, tell me what type to order and it shall be done," said Asa

"I don't care for a lot of toppings, said Adam; but I'm easy."

"I don't care for that pepperoni mushroom crap." Said Andrew and we know
how easy you are."  He said grinning

"How about, I order a large plain cheese?" suggested Asa.

"That is perfect grandpa, plain is perfect just like you."

Asa grinned, as the person on the other end of the line, was taking the
pizza order.

"Good, now we wait." He said after hanging up the phone.

"Should I get some beer from the fridge? Asked Adam"

"Yes- yes, don't ask, just help yourself.

They sat around drinking beer with the television playing PBS in the
background waiting for the pizza delivery. It took about 40 minutes when
the downstairs buzzer rang.

"Ah, finally, said Asa, I will go down and let him in. I don't buzz in
delivery people,"

"Do you want me to go grandpa?" Asked Adam

"No, you stay here with Andrew. I have to pay him and give a tip. I do it
all the time and use the elevator."

When Asa open the front door to let in the pizza man, Asa recognized him.

He was an Italian well hung bar hustler, with whom Asa had sex with in the
past, but not recently. He was on the grungy side this time, but still a
good-looking stud.

"I'll be damn, if it isn't my old buddy Asa. I'm Nick –you remember me.

"Yes, I remember"

Nick carried the pizza to the elevator. When the door opened, he stepped
into the elevator with Asa and pushed the stop button, so the elevator
would not move.

"I can handle the pizza from here." Said Asa

"Naw, let's do a little business." Said Nick

"Like what?" replied Asa

"C'mon on buddy boy, you know."

"Not now, I have people waiting for me."

"Blow me Asa"

"Are you nuts, I have company."

"Not upstairs, here – c'mon, suck me off. Look I'm leaking. Nick had his
dick out and it was hard and moist on the end. Good Lord was he ever built,
behind that zipper.

It looked terribly appetizing to Asa. He was cut like a Jewish man and big
around Nick was beautiful in that department with length. Any other time
Asa would be all over that like furniture polish, without hesitation; but
this was not the time.

"C'mon man, you're wasting time and I need the money c'mon suck it."

Nick took Asa's arm and lowered him to his knees; then sat the pizza down
on a small elevator stool.

He pushed his cock into Asa's mouth; held his head with one hand so he
couldn't withdraw, and jerked himself off at the same time with his other
hand.

He must have been boiling hot because he came in a matter of seconds. He
firmly held Asa's head forcing him to take it. With both of his hands
clamped on Asa's face, Nick, erupted flooding his mouth. Then with a second
gulp, everything was gone.

"Good job, faggot." He said stuffing his gamey sausage back into his pants.

The entire blowjob took only a few minutes. Nick helped Asa to his feet;
and everything was back to normal; whatever normal seemed to be.

Asa took some bills on a money clip, from his pocket; and paid Nick for the
pizza, then handed him a $20.00 tip.

"I'll take one of those fifties too," he said – No, make that two
fifties; I need to make some cash tonight"

Before Asa could comment, Nick said to him...

"You gave me a blow job, didn't you? – You sucked me off – you took
my nutt, didn't you? - so pay me two of those fifties."

Asa handed Nick two $50.00 dollar bills. He then opened the elevator door
and left, never saying another word to Asa.

"Hump, great dick, but ignorant as hell; could have at least said `thank
you;' Asa thought to himself.

He rode the elevator upstairs and stood in the darken hallway pausing to
compose himself.

Asa detested being bullied and more so detested hustlers demanding money
from him. It was not the parting with money that disturbed him; it was
being told what he had to do. This did not set well; but he excused it for
the sake of avoiding problems.

Many things that Asa did were a learning experience and he had just gone
through one that would not happen again. At least, not in the same way.

He thought of the two exceptional young men waiting for him in the
apartment and he felt better and perked up instantly.

Everybody needs somebody of quality in their lives and that included him;
so he went back into the apartment, where the boys were waiting.

He opened the door and in a loud voice announced; – "Pizza man came."


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To be continues...
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