"The Brooklyn Boys" By Justin Balancier Jbalancier9@yahoo.com
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The names, places, and turn of events, in the story, "The Brooklyn Boys," are factious." Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.
Leo Kerber liked reading books, listening to the radio, and catching network news on TV. Of course, he liked more things also, with his gay grasp of Brooklyn, he liked sexy hot men.
He was not fond of television that much, but as time went by, he accepted it as home entertainment, after discovering PBS. He had a computer, a cell phone, and he learned how to text.
I suppose you are wondering what, (if anything) is special about Leo. Fair enough - good question. However, the best I can come up with is the old adage; "They don't make gays like Leo anymore." - Naw, they are still around creating adventure.
In his prime, along with his friend Asher, Leo would devour flesh, sniff, and slurp, all over Brooklyn, Queens, and Manhattan. He loved life, and loving life, was to love the Flatbush neighborhood. Now, there is not much left for him, perhaps tea, with very little sympathy, is the best Leo can do. Not so, according to this story.
Leo is part of yesterday's generation, still occupying a century old brownstone house, in Flatbush, once owned by Sylvia Pearlman, a `Madam Pimp' and sharp business woman.
Leo's Aunt Sylvia, a Jewish merchant of flesh, watched over a flock of working women. The women entertained men for a bit of pleasure, and a hefty profit. They were Flatbush whores and gorgeous. Mother Nature spent more time on them.
Sylvia kept a keen eye on the flow of cash, and the girls kept their pussies available for jacked-up cum deposits, providing a high brow married man, paid well for a piece of beaver action.
Clients were not all glorious studs, for sure. Some, trash who came to fuck, were not Valentino. However, business is business, and Sylvia never let her girls, become particular. If you have the bucks, then you get to fuck. That was just the way it worked. Sylvia wanted plenty of cash to count.
Every so often a "John" aka (client) would knock on Leo's door, confused, and looking for Sylvia. The horny men he saw wanting to sink their dick into a wet hole surrounded with pussy hair, was frightening. They wanted (looked for) something that was strange, and different.
Leo wanted to scream out. "I'm strange and I'm different – take me, my underwear is silk, and for a dollar more, you get lace." But, of course, that never happened. Gaud, he was such a gay gypsy.
Leo was at that time, a young (Bar mitzvah) lad, well built, and sexy. He fantasied about the whores, downstairs, getting paid and socking away all that cock. The hookers must have had a printing press between their legs, the way they collected greenbacks, for services rendered. He would do it for nothing, and even serve buffet refreshments afterwards.
Those red-light days are now history, and Leo is becoming elderly. Sylvia's assortment of horny customers, are no longer around. Nevertheless, a need for lip-smacking men, with their pants around their ankles, still lingers on Leo's "Help-wanted" list, neatly tucked away in his mind.
Now - For the Brooklyn Boys...
There are two unusual men in Leo's life, he adopted as his grandchildren. It was not a proper adoption, however, they got along like family, so why not? On top of that, they supply Leo with some of the best sex needed to keep a sweet old man relevant.
Aaron and Daniel, (gay adopted grandsons) are both in their twenties. Simply put – The adoption idea was an agreement, between Leo, Aaron, and Daniel. Yes, the young men were unusual, as you will find out.
Aaron, a sexy incredible Jewish lad, and Daniel a Scottish hunk of meaty flesh, pretty much describe their value to Leo, who distracts them when hungry, and looking for sex.
However, that's not all by a longshot. Aaron, in a week's time, is turning twenty-six. Daniel, twenty-eight, is quite a man. He can pee his name (Dan) in the snow, in yellow script. The stud, sweet as candy, is a beef fed Viking.
Aaron and Daniel live upstairs in the building, owned by Leo. They moved into the studio apartment, for the convenience of getting to work, and for catering to Leo. Okay, they get a rent break too.
Leo gave them a healthy break in the rent. They didn't ask – he offered it. He didn't need much income anyway, but he did need trustworthy boys, screwing his butt to the mattress, and gagging him with hard dick. Some parts of Leo were retro, but his mouth worked just fine.
There was a dark difference in age, but they never talked about it. Simply put – Aaron and Daniel, a gay young couple, was having gripping sex with Leo, pretending he was their grandfather. Yes, stupid, but for them playtime, away from the eyes of Brooklyn's screaming faggots, worked just fine. Leo said often, that he had three loves, Aaron, Daniel, and Brooklyn.
A fair amount of time passed, nearly three years, and the men were closer than ever. On occasion, they fooled around like savage predators, as if it were all a dream. Sometimes it was easy fucking, and sometimes they saw Leo make a pig of himself. "Whatever Leo wants – Leo gets – or was that Lola?" I'm just throwing that out there, for ambitious news.
Their relationship was routine, and nobody asked for anything. It felt good, so they did it. They lived in real time and the respect for each other kept them close like crazy glue. Their closeness was sexual, secure, and solid, with a little nasty `whatever,' thrown in for excitement.
Sometimes, Leo was Leo, but most of the time, he was grandpa; and sometimes – an over the hill, Brooklyn slut. However, they were so good at being bad. Gramps wanted them naked, and naked was how they worked.
When Aaron asked Leo, "why so driven?" The answer was always the same. "I went to Trade School." The look he got with that reply was precious.
"The times are changing, and won't come again," Leo said quite often. "Heaven is so Fred Astaire, and Brooklyn is the stairway to paradise."
Daniel had no idea what Leo was talking about. Aaron thought it must be a Jewish proverb. Did I mention they were in their twenties?
"Not understanding Leo was not the worst thing in the world," He smugly stated, to anybody who cared to listen. Leo often spoke, his comments, like a fat bitch choking down French fries.
As Peter Allen once said, - "It's funny, but it's true." He must have known somebody like Leo.
The story continues where sex explodes, and the timing is right.
Part 2 – "A phone call."
Part 3 – "Daniel cums for Leo's lunch."