ow it started
An hour before my first dinner date with a couple of older men calling themselves `SP', I was in the bathroom with a buttplug in my hole and jacking my cock to the photos they had sent me.
A married gay couple who would only let me call them "SP" or "SPWilton", they had sent me over 20 messages on Silverdaddies, 10 of them with super explicit photos.
They were inspired by my butt pics that were on my Silverdaddies profile. They said they loved all of them - there's one face pic of me in my baseball uniform, the rest of my pics are me in a jock strap exposing my bubble butt and hairy hole and me looking at the camera in a really lewd way. The more pics they sent to me, and the more I encouraged them, the more full of lust these two men became.
They were an odd looking couple, in a good way. They were almost complete opposites, both handsome. One was a super tall bald ginger man, the other super short, dark skinned, and with a much bigger dick than the other. Tall Daddy had a short but really stubby cut cock which he showed off in a pic next to a Coke can to show his girth. Short Daddy was little furball with a slight tummy, hairy all over, and he had a 10 " uncut piece of meat which he showed against a ruler. They also sent me a pic of them both with their butts in the air and looking at the camera, just like I had done. I liked their lack of inhibition.
"Are you sure you're 21? Despite your cute beard, you look younger" they asked in a message they sent which showed them both locking lips, their thick moustaches crushing each other.
"I'm an old soul with an innocent heart," I replied, "And I find that older, horny men, have a lot to teach me." To that message I attached a picture of me and my face pressed against a thick salt and pepper bush from another Daddy I had recently been with.
They replied. "We really want to meet you. Should we have a drink or dinner first to see if we are all on the same page?" To this message they attached the most lewd picture of all. The shorter Daddy, was under a rim chair, licking the butt of the tall ginger man who waved at the camera. I guess they thought that would test my limits.
These Daddies were not afraid of showing who they were sexually. That really intrigued me, and scared me a bit. Should I be rushing into a situation like this?
I had never rimmed before. I had always been the one being rimmed. Men just can't get enough of my ass, and I never stop them from worshiping it. But when I looked at my own thick glutes in the mirror, I could imagine me licking it too.
"Can you wear your baseball uniform, or some of it, to dinner? Dinner's on us," they said.
Usually I would meet my prospective Daddy lovers at Tropics, but I thought having dinner with them would give us more time to talk and to get to know them and see if they really were the sexually adventurous senior lovers they claimed to be.
"I pay my own way. I am adult." I replied. "But let's do dinner. I'm free Sunday nights and Tuesday nights. And I like Spencer's. I like their French Onion soup and roast beef wrap."
So, we made arrangements to eat at Spencer's at 7 on Sunday night on the patio.
I arrived early and sat at the bar and had a Funky Buddha beer. I positioned myself so I could see them arrive. I wore my team baseball cap and t-shirt that was short enough to settle just above my short shorts. I wore my lucky black fabric jockstrap underneath and an old pair of Addidas sneakers with yellow socks.
At five minutes before 7, a blue Porsche SUV pulled into the remaining space in front of the restaurant. My heart was beating heavily. I'm usually not this shy or nervous. But the men that emerged were not SP.
Instead, next I saw an Escalade Lyft pull up and SP slid out from the high vehicle and entered into the patio area.
They were dressed like most older men around except not trying to hide their ages with popular brands, however old they were, because I really didn't know. I figured anywhere from 60 to 80. Tall Daddy wore a Berkeley U tshirt, Yankees ball cap, and jeans. Short Daddy wore a white short sleeved shirt, like a guayabera, that was opened to show off his hairy chest, and a pair of fraying tight jean shorts with the threads showing, and bright yellow Crocs. Grampa dress aside, I knew these men were total sex hounds underneath. Taking courage in knowing, or thinking I knew them like nobody in the restaurant, I waved to them from my perch at the bar.
They approached me, both breaking out into smiles. Their faces were more handsome than I remembered, their thick moustaches crowning beautiful full lips. I slipped off my barstool and let short Daddy hug me and kiss me on the cheek. He squeezed my ass. He was much shorter than my 5 foot 8 frame. His sweaty chest pressed against me.
"Woof, you sexy fucker," he whispered into my ear.
However, Tall Daddy had to bend down to hug me next. He didn't kiss me, but he pulled back and looked me in the eyes for a long second, before winking.
My cock thickened at this introduction.
"Bobby, your table is ready" said Tommy the bartender. He pointed to a table at the very back of the patio. Perfect, I thought, we can talk freely there without nosy Wilton Manors queens listening in.
SP followed me and Tommy to the table.
Short Daddy grabbed me by the wrist and said, "Sit here, next to me." We faced out towards the rest of the patio. Tall Daddy sat across from me, facing us and the wall.
Tommy gave us menus and winked at me. "I'll bring water for the table."
Tall Daddy and short Daddy were grinning and staring me down in an appreciative way. Short Daddy grabbed my left hand and held it in his.
"So, your name is Bobby?"
"Yep, I'm Bobby. I don't know your names except for SP. What does it mean?"
"Well," Short Daddy said. "I'm from São Paulo, Brazil, so it could be that. But really it's not." He squeezed my hand and pulled it further to him so my hand rested on his thick hairy thigh.
Tall Daddy leaned toward me and said, "It means, `Senior Pervs."
I couldn't help but laugh, like really laugh out loud, out of nervousness or what. We all laughed.
"It's for Silverdaddies, of course. Just a `handle'," Tall Daddy said. Tall Daddy stretched his legs and rubbed them against mine.
"Senior Pervs," I said chuckling. "I like that a lot."
Short Daddy let go of my hand and then reached over to slide his hand in my groin. That far back in the patio, nobody could see. I wondered if he could feel the heat from my groin.] He let it rest there while Tommy dropped menus on the table. Tommy looked at me briefly and smirked as he saw short Daddy caressing the bulge under my jock.
"And to drink?" Tommy asked us.
"I`ll have a Funky Buddha, draft," tall Daddy said.
"A Jameson's whiskey and soda in a tall glass, for me, " said short Daddy who then bent towards me and whispered, "It makes piss taste really good."
I admit that that shocked me. But it also made my dick instantly bounce in my jock.
I cleared my throat. "I'll have a Funky Buddha too."
"That tastes good too," short Daddy said as he squeezed my thick pouch.
Tommy left the table and there was an awkward silence.
"Can I have your beer when you finish with it?" Tall Daddy asked me. I took me a second or too to understand and they were both grinning at me while I made sense of it.
But then I got it: he wanted to drink my beer piss. And then I imagined this older handsome man drinking my beer piss while his shorter, hung, hairy husband watched.
"We've shocked you," Short Daddy said.
"Yes and no, but wow. Most men aren't so direct on the first date," I said.
"You're so damn cute," short Daddy said. His hand still softly pawing my groin at the back of the restaurant as we look out to the patio full of people. More precum is leaking out of my dick as he rubs my meat through the fabric of my shorts and jock.
Tommy brings our drinks back and tells us he will be back soon to take our food orders.
"I know what I want," Tall Daddy said as he winked at me.
"I want meat," Short Daddy said as he squeezed my nuts. "What do you recommend, my handsome son? This place was your choice."
I turned to look at him. From our messaging he knew that I liked to be called son' or my boy' and infantilizing names like that. He had intense brown eyes, and his tongue grazed his full lips as he eyed me up and down. I could sense his power growing over me. I could feel myself slipping into a really submissive state.
I tried to focus and pointed to the menu. "The filet mignon is really good. Expensive, but you get two sides, and the sauce is incredible," I paused as he continued to fondle my groin and I stifled a moan "It is great with the mashed potatoes and vegetables. I order it on special occasions." I looked at Short Daddy kind of nodding for him to keep manhandling my groin in the busy restaurant.
"I`ll have that too," said Tall Daddy.
Tommy reappeared with our drinks.
Short Daddy insisted we look each other in the eyes as we said "Cheers" and clinked our glasses loudly.
Tall Daddy drank half of his beer in seconds. Short Daddy sipped his Jameson's and soda and moaned, "oh delicious Jameson's, I love Irish things. Like my beautiful Irish husband."
Tall Daddy grinned and reached out to touch the hand of his husband that wasn't grabbing my groin. "You are my Brazilian stud. I love you."
"I love you with all the passion and lust my soul can conjure," Short Daddy said and they both stretched over the table to kiss each other. It was really hot seeing them French kiss across the table in a public space like this.
Short Daddy sat back in his chair, his drink in his left hand, his right hand went back to fondling my groin like it was a pet, like my body and genitals were something he already owned and which I had given up ownership.
Tommy came back to take our dinner order.
Short Daddy let go of my groin and spoke like an Army Major giving an order to a subordinate.
"We're all having your amazing filet mignon, medium rare but not too bloody, with extra sauce, mashed potatoes and vegetables...but please, more mashed potatoes than vegetables. Do you understand? Also, a bottle of Pinot Noir, a good one, not that Mondavi mierda. Thank you. And bread, please"
Tommy reacted like he had never received a dinner order like that before. He scribbled down on his notepad his eyes wide like he didn't want to make a single mistake with the order.
"Sir," Tommy said as he cleared his throat. "We don't have bread."
Short Daddy paused as he looked at Tommy and gave him a second to respond.
"But we do have pita bread. We serve it warm. It's lovely and good for sopping up...juices," Tommy offered quickly.
Short Daddy nodded his approval. Tommy turned and left quickly towards the bar to place our order.
"So, what do you think? I think you are attracted to us. Your cock is hard under your shorts. We are attracted to you more than ever. You are actually super handsome in person and I, we, can picture you with us in many different....circumstances. Do you feel the same?" Short Daddy said as he looked at me unsmiling.
Wow, Short Daddy was intense. Obviously, he was in control. My eyes caught something I hadn't noticed before. He had a small icon dangling from a thin leather strap around his neck. It was a cock, a phallus.
"Well" I said as I stared at the cock pendant dangling amid his hairy pecs, "to be honest, you know my name, but I don't know yours. I'm not so submissive as to not need some other information about you. Nor so stupid. I'm not looking to be kidnapped and raped, you know?" I tried to show I was not just some kind of pussy boy without balls.
Tall Daddy finished the rest of his beer and then he and Short Daddy looked at each other.
Short Daddy said "You can trust us. I am Carlos Pires and my handsome husband is Harry Farrell. We live in Fort Lauderdale in the Rio Vista neighborhood. We have been married since June 9, 2019, but together since 2001 when we were both grounded as flight attendants in Los Angeles during 9/11 and we met in a hotel where we were both staying. We are semi-retired and have a comfortable life. I became US citizen last year. Harry is Irish, born in Dublin, raised in Boston. We don't play games, and although we are sexually active and love creative, perverted play, we appreciate deeper and more meaningful relationships. And for a few years, we have been looking for a younger man, or younger men for a deep, intense, sexual and personal connections. Is that enough information?" Carlos asked me as he rubbed my bulge.
Tall Daddy chimed in, "You're an exceptional young man, my son. We have been talking about you a lot. Admiring your pictures, imagining sexual scenes with you, getting into a very deep place of connection with you as our adopted boy. I can't wait to be fucked by you, take your young sperm deep inside me, and for Carlos to penetrate and fill your ass with his magnificent uncut cock and cum. And, I do want to drink that beer piss. You showed us your yellow jockstraps in your photos, so we figured you must love piss play and water sports like us."
Harry reached over and caressed my arm as his husband stroked my legs.
"Is that enough information, handsome son? Or do you need more?" Carlos asked.
Blood rushed to my head. I was sure I was blushing from my forehead down to my chest.
I stroked Carlos's hand as he continued to paw at my groin.
"We can tell you more about our sexual plans for you. How we envision sharing exquisite moments of orgasmic pleasure. And since we are older, more experienced, or as some would say, we are more perverted, we have much to teach you. Starting tonight. Do you agree?"
Carlos squeezed my knob through my shorts and jock just as a big glob of precum oozed out. I looked into his eyes and nodded to indicate my surrender. I was melting and totally hooked by these two.
Henry then excused himself from the table and took his empty beer glass with him.
Carlos turned to me, his hand stretched on my groin and asked me about my childhood.
I told him everything about my early life, my discovery of being gay and loving cock from an early age and how that happened, as Carlos nodded and smiled and encouraged me to open myself to him.
"Does it feel good to tell an older man about this? Like you were confessing to your Grandpa?"
Carlos said this as he somehow managed to open the zipper of my shorts and two of his fingers squeezed my thick shaft.
I nodded silently.
"Yes" I whispered.
"Yes, what?" Carlos said as he stroked my meat through my wet jockstrap.
"Yes, it feels good to confess to you like....my Grandfathers"
"Good son, we love to hear that," Carlos said.
Harry returned to the table and placed his beer glass, now full again, in front of me.
"Your yellow jockstrap photos really turned us on. That beautiful ass of yours popping out of the straps. We kept talking about how we might have found our very own piss boy." Carlos said.
I looked back at Harry who smiled and nodded towards the full beer glass he put in front of me.
My lust for these two men was in overdrive. I took the beer glass in my hand, and feeling how warm it was, I was stunned by what was being presented to me. A warm glass of piss, from an older handsome Daddy with a thick cock. He and his husband looking at me as if waiting for the answer they wanted.
I bent forward and took the glass of warm beer in my hand, raised to to my lips, said "Cheers", and I chugged the warm man juice down as quick as I could so as not to think much about it.
The salty sweet, warm, beer piss slid down my throat like lemonade. I couldn't help it, I burped and they laughed.
At the end Carlos gave me a super hard squeeze on the nuts. Harry came round and kissed me on the lips.
I looked at him, then Carlos, then back at Harry and smiled. "It was delicious. Like lemonade. Thank you, Papa," saying to Harry what I knew was a turn on for him. He liked to be called "Papa" and words like that.
Tommy and another server, Vladimir, appeared nervously at our table, not looking at us in the eyes, their presence crashing upon the intense conversation happening just seconds ago.