If At First You Don't Succeed Try Again
If At First You Don’t Succeed Try Again
By Kevin -- Unoponcho
Once a year Calvin and two of his friends held a tequila party in Calvin’s back yard. Generally, close to two hundred lesbians and gay guests attended this popular event. Prior to the party Calvin and his two friends would make a hundred mile round trip over the Mexican border to purchase two cases of tequila, favors, decorations, piñatas as well two hundred small pottery shot glasses with ribbons attached so they could be hung around a person's neck.
It had become the custom for guests as they arrived to be greeted by one of the hosts who put a shot glass around his or her neck filling it with tequila. The shot of tequila had to be drunk before going into the back yard where the party was being held and the open bar was located. There was also a small Mexican band to entertain the quests, which made this party the one party to which everyone wanted to be invited.
Now Roy had been friends with Calvin for a couple of years, they having met at the time Roy was a bartender at one of the local gay bars. Although they had had sex together, the chemistry was just not there but they became and remained good friends. So, as Roy was a close friend of Calvin, his invitation was assured.
Roy had been at the party for thirty minutes or so before Alan made his entry. They saw each other at the same time and knew that they had to meet. After introducing themselves and talking for a while, they discovered that they had a great deal in common. Both liked good clothes and dressed in the latest fashion. Roy presently was working as a manger of a men’s ready to wear department store. Because of his good looks, personality, outgoing nature and his business acumen he was well qualified for the job. Alan modelled men’s clothing and his ongoing career required him to keep his body in shape. They soon found they shared the same tastes in food, music, books, and movies. They were near the same height, weight, and similar in appearance, an all round well matched pair.
While they were talking, on two separate occasions, men walked over and asked Alan out but he politely turned them down. Roy wondered why he should have done so and asked why. Alan's reply was “ Because I was waiting for your invitation.” Needing no further encouragement, Roy asked Alan whether he would like to go to dinner after the party. Alan just smiled and said, "Yes."
After expressing their appreciation to their three hosts for the party invitations, they went to a local restaurant where they ate and talked for a couple of hours, exchanged phone numbers and parted for home. Alan asked Roy out for dinner a couple days later. Both of them believed that they had something going but wanted to get to know each other before having sex.
Their third date was on a Saturday night at Roy’s house where he was supposed to prepare their dinner. Cooking was not one of Roy’s attributes.
After Alan arrived Roy said, “I have either burnt or undercooked everything for our meal. I hope you like pizza. I just ordered pizza for us and it should be delivered in a short time.”
“So you are not a cook. I’ve been told that I am a good cook; if you will be nice to me I will be happy to teach you?”
“I’m going to take you up on that offer. My mother was a good cook but she would never let me cook anything. She believed that only women belonged in the kitchen.”
“My mother was the opposite. She believed that the men in the house needed to cook as often as she cooked. Her motto was “If you can’t cook then don’t eat. If you can’t clean your room or wash your own clothes don’t expect me to do it for you.”
Alan pitched in and helped Roy clean up the mess that he had made in the kitchen before the pizzas were delivered. While eating the pizzas they joked about everything including how well Alan’s jeans fit in the crutch. Alan just smiled and said “501’s shrink to fit jeans.
After they finished eating the pizzas, sparks began to fly and they ended up in the bedroom undressing each other. Once Alan had Roy naked he put both hands on his solid butt, smiled and said “Oh, yes! You do have whatever it takes.
Allen grabbed hold of Roy and pulled him down on top of him on the bed. Roy looked Allen in the eyes, “Where did you get that big dick from?” Allen laughed and said, “My father was better endowed than I am, and so are my brothers. Mine is for men only though.” Roy smiled, “Guess I will have to act like a man to take care of that thing but I sure would love it up my ass. Waited all my life for something like that!” Allen just grinned and Roy knew he was going to get his wish.
Allen and Roy continued to see each other for about three months when Allen announced he was seeing someone else but hoped they could stay friends. Roy did not know what to say. It took two months for Roy to get over Allen. Then one night he was having dinner in a gay restaurant when the headwaiter came over and asked if it was OK for the guy at the front door to join him at his table. Roy did not think too much about it but felt it might be nice to have someone to talk with. Well - here came this cowboy type in boots and all. When he sat down he said, “Thanks, my name is Billy but you can call me Bill.”
They had dinner and talked for over two hours and it was obvious they were interested in each other. Roy asked him up to his place for a while and Bill jumped at the chance. On their way out the door Bill said, “Thanks for letting me sit with you. I hate eating alone and besides it cost me twenty bucks to get that seat. I know but I have seen you in there a couple of times and just had to find out if you were as nice as I thought you would be. Do not meet many like you around. So, do you want us to suck each other's dick tonight or just go all the way and fuck hell out of me?”
Roy was stunned, “You always come on like this and straight to the point?”
Bill just looked at him and said “Hell, when you get a good one you cannot afford to let him get away.”
After dating for a couple of months the two of them wound up planning on being partners for the rest of the lives.
The End.