Date: Fri, 31 May 2002 09:36:38 -0700 (PDT) From: Mike Natif Subject: Patiently Obsessed Part-five 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 Keith Male nurse **New this chapter 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 five Copyright 2002 By Mike Natif I have been thinking how much I would tell Ray about Sunday night. It would be embarrassing to confess that I let a guy fuck me. But Ray seemed to want to know everything. Tonight I would go out with Ray to Clarks for a few drinks. We could talk then. I wonder if Ray will really go to Lydia's with me on Tuesday. I don't know how he would react if someone hit on him. I guess we will find out on Tuesday. Its gonna be a long week before I see Pete again. Ray seems a bit anxious I think he may not want to go to Lydia's with me tomorrow. "I'm going to drive my own car. So I can leave when I want to." Ray said. " If anyone touches me I'll deck'em." "Ray maybe this isn't such a good idea." I said "No I said I would go. I want to see what's peaked your interest in the place. Have you met someone?" "Yea, Pete he lives in Union Grove in an apartment above a bar." "Have you done it with 'im?" Ray said as he crunched up his nose. "Yea we..." Ray interrupted, " I don't want to know," he said looking hurt. " I'll follow you there tomorrow. Can we stop here first? I think I will want a drink before we go. "Yea if you want to. Don't worry. I don't think there will be many people there on a Tuesday. "If I see anyone I know you will have to help me get out of there fast. No Arguments. I don't want anyone to know I'm at a gay bar. Did you meet Patty at this bar?" "His names Pete." "I'm going to call HER Patty so I can talk about HER in front of other people. Understand?" Ray said firmly. "Ok, Ok Patty. Yes I met Patty at the bar. Are you sure your ok with this?" "When am I going to meet Patty?" "I don't know SHE works third shift too and goes right home after work. I won't see HER again till Sunday." "Oh, Ok." Ray said relieved Ray seemed relaxed after that. I felt uncomfortable using a female name for Pete but I do understand his concerns. I can already guess he will start asking me questions about Patty in front of other people at work. I guess this will help keep people off my back. I don't really think that is a problem though because of Colleen. Tuesday Ray and I meet at Clark's in Waukegan. "Can I have a shot of Jack too?" Ray asked the bartender after setting down his usual beer. "Did you bring your Harley?" I asked jokingly. Ray just smiled and shook his head no. I'm as nervous as a cat. Ray seems ok but I have never seen him do shots this early. "Another shot please." Ray instructed the bartender. "Do you want one?" he said looking at me. "No I'm fine. Are you about ready?" "Ready for what?" "To go to THE BAR." "Oh yea." He picked up his shot glass and downed it in one swallow. "Let's Go. I'll follow you." We drove the fifteen minutes it took to get to Lydia's. There were only three cars in the parking lot. I was disappointed, but then again it was a Tuesday. I led Ray through the back maze and into the bar. "What's with this entrance, Mike?" Pete asked "It saves a lot of grief. They don't have any beer or tavern signs outside. It's to discourage straight people from wandering in. There is also a lot of talk about the bar as you well know from work. When red-necks or other ass-holes want to terrorize or vandalize the patrons they can't find it." "What'll you have handsome? Jesse asked Ray as he sat my beer in front of me. "Same as Mike" Ray said scooting his bar stool closer to me. "Jesse, This is my best friend Ray." Under my breath I whispered he's straight. Talking to Ray I said." Jesse and I used to work together. He worked in shipping. I didn't get back there much but he knew me." "How's your dad?" Jesse asked me. "I haven't seen much of him since he retired. Just see him cutting his grass." "He's fine," I answered. Turning to Ray I said " He was the plant super where we worked. "Shots are half price on Tuesdays." Jesse informed us as he went to the other end of the bar to serve another couple. It seemed just like any other bar. Two guys were playing pool with two others watching. Ray noticed they had two pinball machines. He and I could waste our lives away on pinball. The guys at the pool table were way out of my league. They looked to be eighteen tall super-model handsome. Their long slender waists just added to their beauty. Their tight pants left nothing to the imagination. Each one of the four was better looking than the next. Their cocks snaking down their paint legs. Unfortunately they shoot pool like girls and are just about as Nellie. "Let's play some pool?" Ray asked "I won't play pool with you at Clark's why would I here?" "How about pinball then?" "Ok Let's get another beer and some change. The pinball machine was nearer the boys at the pool table. God they were pretty. Jesse turned up the music a bit. That's one difference. No jukebox. They just kept playing disco type music. Ray won the first game and I won the next two. This was typical for us. We noticed a couple of guys at the bar kissing and some dirty dancing on the dance floor. A young guy unknown to us walked towards us saying, "Do you mind if I join you two? Ray quickly put his arms around me and said, "We're together." "Ray, he wants to join us in a game of pinball." I said turning to the stranger. "No thank, you we're done playing." We headed toward the bar. Ray was holding on to me like a lost puppy. He stopped me as the DJ started to play Eddy Grant's Electric Avenue. "Let's dance?" Ray commanded as he put his arms around me for a slow dance. The music played Boy Boy - Now in the streets there is violence an-na-na lots of work to be done. No place to hang all our washing and then I can't blame it all on the sun. Oh no we're gonna rock down to Electric Avenue And then we'll take it higher. Oh we're gonna rock down to Electric Avenue And then we'll take it higher. "Do you and Pete have your own song?" Ray whispered into my ear. "No." I answered, "You and I do. Electric Avenue. We will both remember this for the rest of our lives." He said as he kissed me full on the lips. While not exactly a dance for slow dancing we continued to rock in time with the music until it finished. I was confused but decided to say nothing more about it. Ray decided he had had enough to drink and wanted to go home. Ray was right though. I never did forget our song. I went back to the pinball machine and started another game. This allowed me to continue with the eye-candy at the pool table. They were guys you could watch all night. You could dream and wish but compared to them I'm a troll. The tall dark one came over and asked if he could play too. I put my tongue back into my mouth and dropped an extra fifty cents into the machine. He was wearing one of those tee shirts that left your midsection fully exposed. You could, and I did count the ripples on his abdomen. The fine dark hairs circling his belly button with a train working its way down to his low hanging paints. The top band of his blue underwear was exposed. My mouth was watering making me uncomfortable. He walked to the machine and stretched his arm out to the paddle buttons and bent over slightly. I could not keep my eyes off the material stretched across the crack of his ass. His ass cheeks we dimpled and easily viewed through the material. "Where do you live," he asked. "Zion, in Illinois," I answered. "That's great so do I." He said, "Could you drop me off tonight. It would save my friends from going out of their way. "What the hell is going on?" I thought. "Sure no problem." I answered as the bar lights came on and the music stopped. We finished the game (I lost. No concentration). He went over to his friends. I couldn't hear what they said but I saw him point over towards me. Inside the car he said, "My names Keith, I'm a surgical nurse at the Waukegan hospital. Do you mind if I fire up?" he asked holding up a joint. "I'm Mike." I answered simply. "Don't go yet. Lets do the joint first." He said as he reached over and turned on the car radio. "OK" I said as he passed me the joint. I noticed he reached down to his crotch and started stoking the outline that was his cock. God I wanted this but all I could think about was Pete. He saw the hypnotized look in my eyes as I watched his stroking. He moved his hand to the top of his pants and undid the catch. The zipper under stress undid itself exposing a blue mound of man flesh. I swallowed as my mouth continued to water. My own man flesh was causing me pain in its current twisted form in my clothes. I had to push my pelvis up and reach inside my pants to rearrange myself. I did not intend this to be a signal to Keith but he took it as such and placed the blue elastic band of his shorts under his balls. I could see the hair follicles on his scrotum each with a jet-black hair protruding out, his balls smashed up to the underside of his shaft. Its length while shorter than I originally thought made up for it in its girth. It was the length of a beer can but fatter. Still the thought of Pete kept going through my mind. We had no commitment with each other. Would this be cheating? I mean its right here. It's not as if I asked for it. I reached over and placed my hands on his cock. What harm could this do? He threw his head back and moaned. He put his hand on top of my hard cock. I removed his hand. "No, we are not going to have sex." I told him "Oh come on suck it." He begged. "No. If you want to jack off go ahead. But all I agreed to was to take you home. I'm sorry." I said as I started the car. Threw the corner of my eye I continued to watch the show he was giving me as I drove him home. Even his hand could not reach around his cock. He continued to stoke. As I heard him scream in ecstasy I turned to see the cum shooting up onto the dashboard. The car's right tire left the road for a moment. As I recovered I watched him scoop up the cum with his finger and place the dripping semi fluid onto his tongue. I dropped him off and before I was back in the street I had my cock in my hand frantically pumping up and down. I was looking at the road but all I saw was that fat cock forcing open my jaw and feeding me his cum. I came and it shot all over my pants. I would have to clean this up so Colleen wouldn't see it. If this were Tuesday with Ray what would next Sunday with Pete Larry and Don hold for me? End of Part five Your helpful comments will be appreciated Email: Mike Natif mnatif@yahoo.com