Wilton Manors Senior Pervs Part 2
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When our steaks arrived, Carlos let go of grabbing my penis and balls inside my shorts and he sat up in his chair. He didn't touch me at all and we focused on eating our dinner.
After a few bites, Carlos said, "Good choice, son. You chose very well. The steak is small, but excellently cooked and the reduction is delicious."
His hand slid to my knee and rubbed it.
Vladimir approached the table after a couple of minutes. "Sirs, is everything good?"
Harry responded, his face a little flush with the delicious Pinot Noir.
"Everything is excellent. The food, the company, the handsome Russian waiter," he said winking at Vladimir.
Vladimir's face lit up and I swear he blushed. His trademark contagious laugh came next.
"You are too kind. Bobby knows that I pride myself on serving well...and he can wave me down if you need anything else. I'll let you enjoy your filet mignon." Harry looked back as Vladimir left, seeming to appreciate the view of Vlad's hairy legs and cute butt popping out of his black shorts.
"That is one studly Russian, but none so handsome as our son right here," Harry said as he winked at me and took a sip of wine.
Carlos was quiet and he was really focused on his meal. It made me a bit nervous. Despite the compliments, was I being a good "boy"?
As I looked at the far end of the patio, I saw Vladimir and one of the owners, a short and sexy silver fox with a mustache that I had lusted after for a year or more. They were talking and looking at us with stolen glances and whispering.
Vladimir smacked him on the shoulder and let out his wonderful raucous laugh and nodded to him.
I looked at Harry nervously who just winked.
"Don't worry. We don't talk a lot while we eat. When food is good, we are silent. We are foodies and with your good company, we are in heaven. With a steak this good, we are just savoring the moment, " he rubbed my leg with his foot.
Carlos looked at me too as he scooped up some mashed potatoes and winked. Just then, some loud effeminate men wearing cowboy hats started cackling at the bar and Carlos rolled his eyes and put down his fork.
"Some queens are so loud, don't you think?" He said as he looked at them.
I recognized them as regulars and bar flies. They would always come by for the huge, inexpensive martinis and good pours of wine. They were Rick and Mike, and they were queeny and unapologetic about it because they came from really red neck states.
"It's ok. I finished my steak and these velvety mashed potatoes. Good choices, little man" he said as he rubbed my thigh.
I saw that the top of his shirt was more open and I saw a very big nipple protruding from his hairy chest. Big enough to chew on.
"Thanks, Papa" I said as I stared at the plump super-seized nip. I imagined myself sucking on that huge nip like a baby bottle.
"Harry is Papa. I am your Grampa. Among other things," he said looking at me seriously.
"It turns me on to hear you call me Grampa," he added. "Does it turn you on, son?" Carlos asked.
Wow, I thought to myself. These guys really are pervs. In all my time here in Wilton Manors with all these retirees and Daddies, none have asked me to call them Grampa. They really get off on me calling them not just Daddies, which is so common around here, but as Grampas. And they didn't seem that old to me.
"Ok," I tried for it to sound natural, "Grampa Carlos". When I said it, the moment I said it, I knew I felt weird like I was a kid again, but then my cock got really hard, painfully hard and trapped in my jock.
"Grampa and Papa..." I cleared my throat as Carlos's hand found my hard cock in my shorts once again, "I knew you both would like it here and the steak."
"I like your confidence, my little man. We are hard to please and you did well," Carlos said.
Vladimir appeared out of nowhere with two other servers. They removed our plates so efficiently, I thought it was orchestrated. Vladimir remained behind and said, "Willie, the owner, wants to offer you dessert on the house tonight. We have a lovely bread pudding with a Devon Cream sauce, a coconut cream pie cake, a German chocolate cake and crème brûlée."
I never order dessert, so I was lost.
"Is there one dessert we can all share?" Carlos asked.
"The bread pudding. It's soft and pillowy and filling, rich with the taste of the blueberries, and the sweet warm cream is intoxicating," Vladimir said in his charming Russian accent which made the dessert sound like an exotic sexual position.
"We will have that," Carlos said.
Vladimir took off and Harry started asking me about my sex life, why I was on SilverDaddies, how many cocks did I think I had sucked.
Carlos chuckled a bit but sipped his wine and listened intently as I tried to answer.
"I had girlfriends until 5 years ago, but I always liked looking at guys who were really into their penises and jacking off. I guess I know why but I will tell you about that another time when I know you better. And soon after I found a site online all about jacking off, Bateworld. but most of the men were older than me. I found it fascinating that older men still liked to play with their dicks and they didn't give a fuck who knew. One day, I got a message from a local man, a 60 year old with a big fat cock. I didn't know what he looked like, his profile only had his penis photos, but he said he wanted to masturbate with a younger guy. So I met him once and after we watched some porn and we would read stories from Nifty and HandJobs together, and he wanted me to cum on his face. I liked doing that, I liked shooting my load on his lips and face. And then we met again and he brought other older friends, and they all admired me for being younger and in good shape with a nice ass, and they got off on touching me and eventually they all wanted me to jack off with them. Get this, they were all married; some to men and some to women. One of them said he was a Pastor. Some of them wanted to fuck me and I thought they just wanted to attend a jack off party, and I was tempted because they had really beautiful dicks. So I learned that these jack off parties were just a pretense to have sex. And that scared me for a while, so I backed off.... but then I met up with some younger guys and it just wasn't as intense...or perverted...the young guys were so shy and they needed drugs to really open up and be verbal and talk. I didn't like that. So I created an account on SilverDaddies because my first jack off Daddy told me to after we got back in touch. After a year on there, I moved to Wilton Manors because I knew there are a lot of horny, older men here. I think I have sucked about 80 dicks and taken 20 up the butt. Most of them 50 years and older men I met at Tropics or on SilverDaddies, or sometimes the RamRod and Inn Leather or the Ed Lugo. And I find that the older guys know a lot about massaging the prostate, fucvk I love that, and they know about edging, taking time to enjoy the moment, they are verbal and uninhibited, like you guys are, and they are really good at anal sex and have so many kinks. I'm on PREP now. Are you guys?" I felt I had earned the right to ask that question.
"We both take Descovy and Doxy Pep," Harry said.
Just then, Vladimir appeared with a massive serving of the blueberry bread pudding swimming in hot cream.
He was about to give us three spoons, but Carlos put his hand on Vlad's and smiled.
"We are family. We only need one spoon," he said to Vladimir.
Vladimir didn't miss a beat but said, "Of course, sir" and he removed two of the spoons.
Carlos scooped up the warm sweet cream, but not the pudding, and held the spoon to my mouth.
I waited.
"Do you want this hot cream?' Harry asked me.
"Yes, I do" I said.
"Yes, what?"
I looked at both of them.
"Yes, Papa and Grampa. Can I taste your hot creams?" I said wishing we were already having sex.
Carlos chuckled. "Good boy. Enjoy our cream. This is only one of the pleasures we will give you."
The bitchy queens from the bar were looking back at me as Carlos fed me the hot sweet cream from the one spoon at the table. I didn't care. I was going to have better sex than they had ever had.
The warm cream slid down my throat and I imagined it was the cream of my new Papa and Grampa, coming directly from their cocks. Oh my god, I was becoming a pervert like them.
"Please feed me more, Gramps," I said to Carlos as I reached over and grabbed his groin. It felt so thick and huge behind the fabric.
Harry laughed and said, "Gramps, our grandson sure learns fast!"
Carlos then scooped up some bread pudding and cream and fed it to his husband. The way he looked at him, the way they looked at each other, for a minute, it was like I wasn't there. As Carlos lifted the spoon, I noticed the simple golden wedding band he wore, and I saw the same band on Harry's finger. After Carlos fed Harry, they reached over and kissed again for a moment. These men were really in love with each other, I thought. I thought about that, and my cock throbbed watching them, and to be honest, I felt my heart pulse in a good way to see their display of public affection. Two husbands kissing in public. And I wondered what it would be like to be with two men who loved each other so much, who were so honest and open, but also so sexually transparent with their desires and `perversions'.
The wine had hit my head and I was about to tell them how much I wanted their cream from their cocks and to leave right now when a familiar face walked into the restaurant.
"Oh fuck, my boss is here!"
When our steaks arrived, Carlos let go of grabbing my penis and balls inside my shorts and he sat up in his chair. He didn't touch me at all and we focused on eating our dinner.
After a few bites, Carlos said, "Good choice, son. You chose very well. The steak is small, but excellently cooked and the reduction is delicious."
His hand slid to my knee and rubbed it.
Vladimir approached the table after a couple of minutes. "Sirs, is everything good?"
Harry responded, his face a little flush with the delicious Pinot Noir.
"Everything is excellent. The food, the company, the handsome Russian waiter," he said winking at Vladimir.
Vladimir's face lit up and I swear he blushed. His trademark contagious laugh came next.
"You are too kind. Bobby knows that I pride myself on serving well...and he can wave me down if you need anything else. I'll let you enjoy your filet mignon." Harry looked back as Vladimir left, seeming to appreciate the view of Vlad's hairy legs and cute butt popping out of his black shorts.
"That is one studly Russian, but none so handsome as our son right here," Harry said as he winked at me and took a sip of wine.
Carlos was quiet and he was really focused on his meal. It made me a bit nervous. Despite the compliments, was I being a good "boy"?
As I looked at the far end of the patio, I saw Vladimir and one of the owners, a short and sexy silver fox with a mustache that I had lusted after for a year or more. They were talking and looking at us with stolen glances and whispering.
Vladimir smacked him on the shoulder and let out his wonderful raucous laugh and nodded to him.
I looked at Harry nervously who just winked.
"Don't worry. We don't talk a lot while we eat. When food is good, we are silent. We are foodies and with your good company, we are in heaven. With a steak this good, we are just savoring the moment, " he rubbed my leg with his foot.
Carlos looked at me too as he scooped up some mashed potatoes and winked. Just then, some loud effeminate men wearing cowboy hats started cackling at the bar and Carlos rolled his eyes and put down his fork.
"Some queens are so loud, don't you think?" He said as he looked at them.
I recognized them as regulars and bar flies. They would always come by for the huge, inexpensive martinis and good pours of wine. They were Rick and Mike, and they were queeny and unapologetic about it because they came from really red neck states.
"It's ok. I finished my steak and these velvety mashed potatoes. Good choices, little man" he said as he rubbed my thigh.
I saw that the top of his shirt was more open and I saw a very big nipple protruding from his hairy chest. Big enough to chew on.
"Thanks, Papa" I said as I stared at the plump super-seized nip. I imagined myself sucking on that huge nip like a baby bottle.
"Harry is Papa. I am your Grampa. Among other things," he said looking at me seriously.
"It turns me on to hear you call me Grampa," he added. "Does it turn you on, son?" Carlos asked.
Wow, I thought to myself. These guys really are pervs. In all my time here in Wilton Manors with all these retirees and Daddies, none have asked me to call them Grampa. They really get off on me calling them not just Daddies, which is so common around here, but as Grampas. And they didn't seem that old to me.
"Ok," I tried for it to sound natural, "Grampa Carlos". When I said it, the moment I said it, I knew I felt weird like I was a kid again, but then my cock got really hard, painfully hard and trapped in my jock.
"Grampa and Papa..." I cleared my throat as Carlos's hand found my hard cock in my shorts once again, "I knew you both would like it here and the steak."
"I like your confidence, my little man. We are hard to please and you did well," Carlos said.
Vladimir appeared out of nowhere with two other servers. They removed our plates so efficiently, I thought it was orchestrated. Vladimir remained behind and said, "Willie, the owner, wants to offer you dessert on the house tonight. We have a lovely bread pudding with a Devon Cream sauce, a coconut cream pie cake, a German chocolate cake and crème brûlée."
I never order dessert, so I was lost.
"Is there one dessert we can all share?" Carlos asked.
"The bread pudding. It's soft and pillowy and filling, rich with the taste of the blueberries, and the sweet warm cream is intoxicating," Vladimir said in his charming Russian accent which made the dessert sound like an exotic sexual position.
"We will have that," Carlos said.
Vladimir took off and Harry started asking me about my sex life, why I was on SilverDaddies, how many cocks did I think I had sucked.
Carlos chuckled a bit but sipped his wine and listened intently as I tried to answer.
"I had girlfriends until 5 years ago, but I always liked looking at guys who were really into their penises and jacking off. I guess I know why but I will tell you about that another time when I know you better. And soon after I found a site online all about jacking off, Bateworld. but most of the men were older than me. I found it fascinating that older men still liked to play with their dicks and they didn't give a fuck who knew. One day, I got a message from a local man, a 60 year old with a big fat cock. I didn't know what he looked like, his profile only had his penis photos, but he said he wanted to masturbate with a younger guy. So I met him once and after we watched some porn, he wanted me to cum on his face. I liked doing that, I liked shooting my load on his lips and face. And then we met again and he brought other older friends, and they all admired me for being younger and in good shape with a nice ass, and they got off on touching me and eventually they all wanted me to jack off with them. Get this, they were all married; some to men and some to women. One of them said he was a Pastor. Some of them wanted to fuck me and I thought they just wanted to attend a jack off party, and I was tempted because they had really beautiful dicks. So I learned that these jack off parties were just a pretense to have sex. And that scared me for a while, so I backed off.... but then I met up with some younger guys and it just wasn't as intense...or perverted...the young guys were so shy and they needed drugs to really open up and be verbal and talk. I didn't like that. So I created an account on SilverDaddies because my first jack off Daddy told me to after we got back in touch. After a year on there, I moved to Wilton Manors because I knew there are a lot of horny, older men here. I think I have sucked about 80 dicks and taken 20 up the butt. Most of them 50 years and older men I met at Tropics or on SilverDaddies, or sometimes the RamRod and Inn Leather or the Ed Lugo. And I find that the older guys know a lot about massaging the prostate, fuck I love that, and they know about edging, taking time to enjoy the moment, they are verbal and uninhibited, like you guys are, and they are really good at anal sex and have so many kinks. I'm on PREP now. Are you guys?" I felt I had earned the right to ask that question.
"We both take Descovy and Doxy Pep," Harry said.
Just then, Vladimir appeared with a massive serving of the blueberry bread pudding swimming in hot cream.
He was about to give us three spoons, but Carlos put his hand on Vlad's and smiled.
"We are family. We only need one spoon," he said to Vladimir.
Vladimir didn't miss a beat but said, "Of course, sir" and he removed two of the spoons.
Carlos scooped up the warm sweet cream, but not the pudding, and held the spoon to my mouth.
I waited.
"Do you want this hot cream?' Harry asked me.
"Yes, I do" I said.
"Yes, what?"
I looked at both of them.
"Yes, Papa and Grampa. Can I taste your hot creams?" I said wishing we were already having sex.
Carlos chuckled. "Good boy. Enjoy our cream. This is only one of the pleasures we will give you."
The bitchy queens from the bar were looking back at me as Carlos fed me the hot sweet cream from the one spoon at the table. I didn't care. I was going to have better sex than they had ever had.
The warm cream slid down my throat and I imagined it was the cream of my new Papa and Grampa, coming directly from their cocks. Oh my god, I was becoming a pervert like them.
"Please feed me more, Gramps," I said to Carlos as I reached over and grabbed his groin. It felt so thick and huge behind the fabric.
Harry laughed and said, "Gramps, our grandson sure learns fast!"
Carlos then scooped up some bread pudding and cream and fed it to his husband. The way he looked at him, the way they looked at each other, for a minute, it was like I wasn't there. As Carlos lifted the spoon, I noticed the simple golden wedding band he wore, and I saw the same band on Harry's finger. After Carlos fed Harry, they reached over and kissed again for a moment. These men were really in love with each other, I thought. I thought about that, and my cock throbbed watching them, and to be honest, I felt my heart pulse in a good way to see their display of public affection. Two husbands kissing in public. And I wondered what it would be like to be with two men who loved each other so much, who were so honest and open, but also so sexually transparent with their desires and `perversions'.
The wine had hit my head and I was about to tell them how much I wanted their cream from their cocks and to leave right now when a familiar face walked into the restaurant.
"Oh fuck, my boss is here!"