The Guys That I Like: FL Daddies I

"You love it when the Ice Cream Man comes to town," I asked Tom. "You love it so much, you brought a friend."

"I do love the Ice Cream Man," he said, as he was naked, on his knees, with his hands tied behind his back.

"I see him enough, I may get addicted," Brad said, as he, too, was naked and bound the same.

The two white dudes were destined for trouble, and Tom opened up a can of worms when he reached out to me a month prior. I was overseas as my day job sent me to Japan for a three week period. I wasn't able to get away to play there, being teased by all sorts of hot Asian guys who might've liked a little BBC. I worked long hours while in Yokosuka as I regulated to be on my best behavior, but I was online searching for "lays"upon my return, when Tom showed his interests.

"63-year-old Divorced Dad here," he replied after I sent him compliments.

Tom, a fitness instructor, looked every bit of in his early 40s, for his fully clothed photos even showed his chiseled frame. The only fat on his body appeared in his muscle-bound ass, for he had the perfect peach.

"You're all the way in Japan, while me and Brad are playing with ourselves," he said of his equally shaped buddy.

Brad, who was the same age, was still married while boasting of how his wife let him out for "occasional hall passes."

"Her checking account amount is determined by how much cock I'm allowed to suck," he said in the following message after Tom's.

The two Florida sluts were gym rats not because of fitness, but more for the "sneak peeks" they would receive while working out. I was across the Pacific Ocean during the initial dialogue, and didn't figure I'd truly make my way to Florida to link. Tom showed it wasn't far fetched when he booked me a flight from Norfolk, causing me to hop a flight 48 hours after I returned from Asia.

"We can't wait anymore," he messaged after sending me the flight confirmation.

I called him, and he sent my call to voice mail before texting me to call Brad.

"The first day of the hall pass is today," he said on the other side.

The next morning I was in the air, and being picked up by the duo in Tom's green pickup, where Brad sat in the backseat. Tom braved the traffic and the red lights as he breezed through the city, and we parked, as barely an hour later the two of them were on their knees in front of me.

"Two hungry daddies, wanting to be fed this black cock. Just how much are you willing to do to get this dick in your mouth," I asked them.

"I'll eat your ass, drink your piss," Brad said willingly.

"You can fuck me for the first time," Tom replied. "Honest. I'll take it deep and hard."

The two of them were loaded with Red Bull and poppers, the both of them hyped as their fantasy of me was coming true. My dick was drooling precum as I tortured myself by watching these two sluts. They waited patiently while I let it droop in front of them, then I grabbed my base, and scraped the tops of their foreheads until the first one begged.

"I've gotta have it," Tom told me before I placed it on his lips.

He closed his eyes, and tried his best to get it down his throat while swiveling his head on the shaft. Brad and I made eye contact, and I abruptly pulled away from Tom, then walked to my right to feed his buddy as he equally gobbled the dick. I had dreams of having two, older white dudes on their knees, and they came true, 10 times over as the both of them had damaging head game.

"Who's gonna let me fuck first," I asked as I stepped back.

Tom managed to get to his feet, and walked over to his couch nearby to fall over at the arm. I watched him spread his feet, and I noticed his ample cheeks spread the same, while his hole puckered. There was something about a dark hole circled by red skin, for it looked like a bullseye, and I had the right tool to use in hitting the target. Brad struggled in getting to his feet, so I walked over to help him, and he in turn would do the same thing as his buddy, literally bending over on the arm. I walked over to catch them kissing as they were caught in a moment of lust, and I spit into my hand to slather my stick in my spit, ready to dive in. Brad was a little tighter than Tom, and so I parted his cheeks, then lowered my head to spit on his little hole, prior to entering a finger. He jolted as I slipped it over his prostate and wiggled, pulling his waist forward as if that felt uncomfortable.

"Get your ass in line," I belted as I slapped his cheeks a few times.

"You're here now, and you're getting fucked."

Brad whimpered as he was a bit worried while Tom was ready for it. Tom's little cunt percolated as he waited patiently to be stuck, and I rewarded him by dipping my cock head inside. I watched it stretch and heard him wailing as I pushed inside.

"Push it out. Loosen up a bit," I coached as he tried to retract his hole.

It hugged the shaft as he pushed out, and I told him to relax as it pulled me inside. I slapped Brad's left cheek to remind him who was in charge, and Tom in turn began French kissing him again, as if he was distracting him. I pulled it out of Tom, then moved over to Brad as I had to force myself inside.

"Need more lube, babe," he said.

I used the lotion on the nearby coffee table to stroke across my dick, then tried again after slapping his hole with my cock head a few times. I slowly pushed inside of him as he hollered to the top of his lungs.

"It's just a little cock," Tom told him with a chuckle, and I saw Brad's hole burp as I pulled out.

I gave them equal strokes as I went back and forth with the same cadence. Tom was the first to catch orgasms, and Brad was the most vocal even when I found the right spot. I loved the contrast between these two sluts as they both showed they could take dick. Afterwhile, I would stick a finger in one ass, while the other was getting pumped, and vice versa as if I was trying to keep up the momentum.

"Look at you two bitches getting bent over by the black man," I joked as I thrusted inside of Brad.

I began tapping him the hardest as he begged for it after a few. I didn't just dip and pull, I found their exact spots, and nailed them in order for them to become orgasmic. I felt they enjoyed being totally helpless, and in complete submission mode, as I used them both as my personal toys. I just had a thing with men from Florida, men like Tom and Brad, as they were masculine heads of household type of guys. They both were good sports in taking my nine inch deep in their backs, and I for one was big on their willingness to "take it up the ass" together. I finished pumping on Tom when I walked around them while jacking off.

"Okay, I'm getting close," I told them, before urging they stick out their tongues.

"You guys ready? Here it cums."

They held their faces together to receive ropes and sprinkles of my good sperm. I shot heavy, and so intense that I, too, sounded off violently. Tom tried to reach in to lick my balls, but couldn't, for I wasn't in the right position. Once I finished, they turned to each other to make out, and share the spoils that were given. This was only the first escapade, for hours later, Tom and Brad would take me out, to meet more deprived daddy bottoms who needed my services.

I was in fact, The Ice Cream Man.

To be continued.