How I came to join the other 'guys' for dinner at Tino's

I got transferred to the offices in Southern California, between LA and San Diego. The offices are in a non descript tower and I live in a condo rental a couple of blocks from it. During the pandemic we had to work remote and that sucked and it was terrible. California got crazy.

But before the pandemic when I was settling in I looked around and found this small Italian restaurant in a strip mall close to the freeway. Tino's. I went there and sat alone at a table and had the cheese ravioli and a glass of wine. It was early, around six and I noticed that there were a couple of other tables with a couple of men having dinner. The waiter was friendly in that California way, a fake smile and a hand out for a tip.

I frequented the place, got into the habit of going their on Tuesdays. One evening, I had by them moved into a booth as my regular, this man came over and said 'may I' and sat down and said he was Franck and he had noticed I came in on Tuesdays. Why Tuesday, he asked me. I said because it suited me. I lived alone and at least once a week I liked to got out and get some Italian, not heated in the microwave.

He went on and said that he and his friends got together for a 'card' game a couple of times a week, and if I played cards maybe I would want to join them. I told him I didn't play cards, never had and didn't think that would make me good company. Well them, how about coming over for the game on Sunday, meet some of the guys in the neighborhood.

I went over, took a bottle of wine. It was just him, he said his buddies baled on him but he had some chips and dip out and we opened the wine. He suggested that we step outside and watch the game in the hot tub. He stepped out of his shorts, he wasn't wearing underwear and slipped of his shirt, obviously a man who got out in the sun a lot, and totally naked stepped into the hot tup and told me to follow.

I wasn't prepared and didn't have a suit, which he said wasn't necessary. In California you got into the hot tup in your birthday suit. He didn't bite, nibble maybe. In a minute he was on me, grabbing my privates, leaning over me wanting to kiss me. You have to let yourself, he told me. Once you try dick and dick's on your mind you never go back to pussy. NEVER. And with that he took a breath and went down under water and took my dick in his mouth and blew his hot air out over it.

Sit up on the edge and he would give me a descent enough blowjob. But I had to promise to let him kiss me. If you don't kiss, you can't really be friends, he told me. I resisted, I wanted to get out of the hot tub but he was leaning on me with my dick in his hand. Out here in California once you're too old to pickup girls, you turn around and suck dick. And I looked like I was past being able to pick up chicks. It was time to suck dick.

He did kiss me, and he stroked me and he got me to sit up on the edge and he gave me a blowjob, working my dick with his hand and getting me blow in his face and mouth. Now you try, he said and sat up on the edge and motioned me to get in the water and put his dick in my mouth. I tried but was totally inexperienced, and with his dick in an erection he got up and went into his kitchen and came out with a tube of anal lube and told me to lean on the edge and he would use his erection for something exciting.

The truth of the matter is that him leaning on me, ramming me with his erection, kissing the back of my neck and breathing his hot air on me, was pleasant enough, if not out right good for the soul.

We watched the game, the rest of the game, we had missed a lot of it. Sitting naked on towels in chairs by the hot tup and holding my dick by two fingers and telling me dirty stories of when he was a kid growing up in New Jersey. He was always a cock sucker, the told me, he sucked his first cock by the docks where he had a job working in a warehouse.

And now, that I was a cocksucker too, and I was open for some anal play and fucking, we would get along fine and he would introduce me to his friends and I wouldn't have to eat dinner alone on Tuesdays. That's how it started.

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