After my divorce I moved into a neighborhood close to downtown. The neighborhood is being gentrified and there are a lot of artist and musicians as well as downtown types looking for a close in place to live. I started to frequent this sandwich shop on Saturdays and I met a man there who also frequented the shop. He came over to my table and asked if he could sit and we told our stories. After several weeks he came by my table and invited me to a party at his house. He met me at the door, there were forty or more people there. He helped me get a glass of wine and introduced me to several of the other men there. Everyone was more or less in our age group, late forties to mid sixties. There were no women there, he told me it was a swinging dick party and I needed to get comfortable and maybe I could catch one.

I needed the bathroom, he told me to use the one upstairs as the guest bathroom was occupied. When I came out of the bathroom he was in the room and asked me if I was uncomfortable. He told me not to be uncomfortable, he put his hands on my cheeks and kissed me on the mouth. Now I was initiated and to go downstairs and get some dick. He spent the rest of the evening with his arm around my shoulder and when we were alone in the dining room he asked me if I wanted to get together.

The short of it is that I spent the night there and we had breakfast together. He called me during the week and I agreed to meet up with him tomorrow at the sandwich shop.

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