Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 14:14:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Mike Natif Subject: Patiently Obsessed Part-three Bisexual encounters This story is Fiction and contains adult material. If this type of material is not legal in your area and/or you are not of legal age to view adult material Please Close this file and do not read. Otherwise please enjoy Feedback will be appreciated mnatif@yahoo.com Characters in alphabetical order Bette Fag hag Bill Mikes father Colleen Mike's wife 28 yr old Mother of two daughters 10 and 2 Don Larry's lover Jesse Bartender at Lydia's, a gay bar Larry Pete's Friend Mike: Narrator, 27 Years old married to Colleen Missy Mike and Colleens 2 yr old daughter Pete 23 year old new to the gay scene Ray Mike's co-worker and best friend Patiently Obsessed- Part three Copywrite 2002 By Mike Natif Looking around the crowded bar to see who was in ear shot I said, "Ray, I don't want to hurt you feelings but I can't tell you. Your friendship means too much to me. I need you to be my friend." "There is nothing you could say to me that would stop me from being your friend." Ray said. I don't know what to do. I want to tell him. I now know why I had to find Lydia's. I needed a place to feel I was not under suspicion. Where I wasn't the only gay man in a room. Ray was my only ally in the straight world. I loved Ray and could not stand having him hate me. I work with him every day. I can imagine my misery if he despised me and I had to see it in his eyes daily. I want to tell him about the gay bar and meeting Pete. We have never discussed anything about homosexuals, or sex in any form. I can see he is distressed. Should I tell him? Ray just sat there looking into my eyes. This hard guy with his Harley in the parking lot looked as if his best friend had slapped him in the face. "Ray this is so hard for me." We sat in silence for what seemed like hours but I am sure was only a minute. He patiently waited for me to continue. I sat there looking at his blond messy hair. Stalling for time I said, "You have to swear not to tell anyone what I tell you." "Of course, sure if that's what you want," Ray answered. " You can swear this even if you hate me and never want to see me again." I felt like a kid getting his brother not to tell about masturbation. Silly but I had to say it. We work together. His talking could cost me my job. "I told you. Nothing you say could make me hate you." He said beginning to sound annoyed. I took a deep breath and got closer to Ray. I looked around one more time to see if anyone was listening. I whispered. "I'm gay." Those were the two words the scared me to death. Sucking dick was just an action, a verb. Eating breakfast, washing the car, swimming, sucking cock. They all seemed the same to me. But being gay was different. I had dozens of friends that let me lick their balls. They were all straight. They let me because they liked it. It felt good to them, I liked dong it so no problem. But now I was an admitted homosexual confessing to my best friend. The only guy in my close circle of friends that I had not blown. Ray looking as though I had given him an incomplete sentence simply said, " And?" "And? What do you mean And? I said I'm Gay." "I figured you for being gay right after I met you. I've had gay friends before. As long as they don't hit on me they can stay my friends. You are my friend. I want to know why you won't come out and play with me anymore." He said sounding childish. "I found a gay bar and started going there after work." I said softly. "So what are you saying? If we are going to stop after work for a few drinks I have to do it in a gay bar? "You would do that? Go to a gay bar with me? " I will, if you will stop at "Clarks" with me once in a while." I had nothing to say. I was in shock. If we were anyplace else I would have given him a hug and a kiss then and there. "When do you want to go?" I asked "Monday?' "They're closed Monday. Tuesday? I asked hopefully "Ok, but I'm not riding my "Harley." "I'm sure they would love that." I said laughing. We finished our beers just as the bar was closing. We went to our separate homes. Colleen and the kids were asleep and I crept into the bedroom and very carefully crawled into the waterbed. I was too excited to sleep. I kept thinking of Ray. How easy it was to talk to him. Is that how it would be, to come out at work? No. I knew better than that. There is a timekeeper at work. All he does is pick up the time cards and count the hours for the payroll department. I think he is actually the plant super's male secretary. Everyone knows he's gay. There was this one time I wanted to find out about him. It wasn't break-time and I noticed him going to the locker-room. I figured he went in for a piss. I decided to follow him in. No one ever went to the john except during break or lunch so I felt safe. The restroom is huge with 15 urinals all along one wall without any partitions between. You could be 15 spaces away and still see the guys cock. He had just finishes as I arrived. I thought "Oh Fuck". I quickly pulled out my semi erect penis and watched his head turn towards me. He then walked back to the urinal and pulled out his cock. I was the first to give mine a little tug, As if I had shaken off the last drop and was now milking out any errant piss that may be left in the shaft of my cock. This was enough for him. He packed up his meat and swished over toward me. Without ceremony he dropped to his knees before me. Put his hands on my hips and twisted me around placing the head of my fully erect cock at his mouth ready for service. He wasted no time. His mouth totally engulfed my cock and his face and neck went into action like there was no tomorrow. He wanted my cum and had only seconds to obtain it safely. His mouth was different from the others I had had. It really wasn't that great. It felt warm and moist all right. Just a bit calloused. He was sucking harder too while his face pistoned on my shaft. I realaxed and just let it happen. I shot into his face. He quickly stood up and brushed off his knees. "Don't ever expect me to do this again?" he said with a slight lisp I said nothing. I just looked at him somewhat confused. "It's too dangerous here." He said, "Are you working Saturday? Come in early I can do you in the office." I said nothing and went back to work. Thinking about it now, in bed, I regret following him to the toilet. I totally just used him. Even so my cock was stirring. I hate this waterbed. It's just too hard to beat-off without making waves and I don't want to wake up Colleen. When I told Pete I would meet him at Lydia's on Sunday I had not realized it was Mothers Day. Colleen was use to me going out threw the week after work. Getting away on Mothers Day wasn't going to be easy. First we went to my parents for dinner. It was kind of crappy making my mother cook dinner for us all but she enjoyed her gifts and the extra attention. Then zoom, off to Colleen's Parent's house. It was always a trip to go there. Not a distance trip it was more like a drug trip. Their house was always under construction. This in itself wasn't the problem. It was the bathroom. They didn't have one. They had a room with a toilet on a dirty cement floor with bits of soiled toilet paper on the floor. There was no bathtub or shower. They did have money for other things though. They had the latest digital microwave, satellite TV, air conditioning. They had all the luxuries. Did I mention the toilet was always running? We got home at eight o'clock in the evening. I was really anxious to me Pete. I said I would meet him at nine or he said he would be there at nine. Whatever. I had to get going. I went to the closet and was looking for something nice to wear when I got the inevitable. "What are you doing?" Colleen asked. "Getting dressed. I'm going out for a few drinks to relax." She did not say another word. I knew she was angry and I felt bad about it. I know what I am doing isn't fair to her. The more I go out the less sex we have together. I would like for here to have as much fun with sex but I just can't provide it for her anymore. I said my goodnights and headed out to Lydia's The parking lot was completely full. I had to find a place on the highway. I wondered if anyone would see my car on the street. I entered thru the secret maze at the back of the bar. It was wall to wall people. Almost all men. I could see about five women all standing together. There were a lot of boys dresses up as women. I had never seen any before. To me they were just a curiosity to look at. I certainly didn't want to go out to dinner with one. I had to squirm through the dance floor to get to the bar. I noticed Jesse and another guy tending the bar. " Hey Mike I hope I didn't freak you out the other day...when I recognized you. " Jesse yelled over the noise of the crowd and the DJ. "What'll you have?" "I'm OK, this all take a little getting use too...Gimmme an Old Style please. We'll talk later." I started looking around. It was 9:15. With all these people pressed in here it would be hard to find Pete. I looked across the dance floor and saw a platform set up with some partitions. This area could have been set up for something like go-go dancers but now it was just another place for people to be pressed into. It was this area that I spotted Pete with two other guys. God I haven't really met him and I'm already getting jealous. I worked my way back through the dance floor. Before I got there Pete spotted me and motioned for me to climb up to where they were. When I got there he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the lips. I thought, "something else I would have to get use to." I held on to him and we kept kissing. We stopped long enough for Pete to introduce me to Larry and Don. Up until now I had not "made out" with a guy. Here I was, in the middle of a bar that was absolutely packed and I was trading spit as they say with this stud in my arms. Those large luscious lips were pressed against mine. They were warm, moist and clean. I gently allowed my tongue to lick across his lips looking for an opening. Just exploring for an invitation to enter. My dick was getting hard and my head had found a new source for endorphins. I was defiantly getting high kissing this mans lips. We were in another world together. " You guy's come on break it up come up for some air." Larry seemed to be quoting every cliché he had ever heard, "Come on get a room." We broke off our embrace to find out that Larry ran out of cash and wanted a beer. I started to reach into my wallet and offer to by a round when Pete squeezed my hand. It seemed as though he was giving me a signal of some kind. "Larry we just got here and I bought the first round. How did you run out of money already?" Pete asked "I only brought five dollars and a round will cost more than that." Larry answered "Here I'll loan you twenty and you can pay me back latter. Are you ready too Mike? "Sure I'll have one." I said holding up my bottle to show him the brand. Larry went off to get the drinks and Pete said yelling into my ear so he could be heard over the loud music. "Larry's always like that. He uses those "Tyme Machines" all the time and carries a minimum amount of cash. He will let you buy him drinks all night. If it's his turn to buy, Loan him the money. Larry always pays his depts. You don't have to worry about that. Even though Pete was yelling I don't think Don heard a word. My ears hurt from him yelling directly into the ear canal. With all that noise it was the only means of being heard. I nestled close to Pete again and we continued kissing. I certainly was enjoying the High I was getting from kissing. Again we went back to that world of love and holding and kissing. We were back into that world of just he and I. No one at the bar cares that we were kissing or holding each other. This is what I had been looking for. We now stood with a leg in each other groin. I was flying high with our tongues exploring each other mouths. I could feel his erection pressing against my leg, as I am sure he could feel mine. "Old Style" Larry yelled into my sore ear. "Thanks" I screamed back. "If you guy's want to use my apartment tonight. It's OK with me. I'm going to stay at Don's tonight. In Waukegan." He added Pete and I looked each other. End of Part three Your helpful comments will be appreciated Email: Mike Natif mnatif@yahoo.com