Date: Tue, 21 May 2002 11:40:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike Natif <mnatif@yahoo.com>
Subject: Patiently Obsessed Part Two   Bisexual encounters

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Characters in alphabetical order

Bette	Fag hag
Bill 	Mikes father
Colleen	28 yr old Mother of two daughters 10 and 2
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 two
			copywrite 2002 By Mike Natif

I was still a little dizzy from Bette twirling me
around the dance floor.  I felt a bit desperate on the
verge of being totally humiliated. So when I saw a new
arrival to Lydia's sitting at the bar I begged him to
cut in on me.

He stood up and like a brave soldier took my place.
Now this guy could dance. He took charge and spun her
like a top. I saw arms twisting into two-handed turns.
I don't know what they were doing but she was not
happy anymore. She apparently enjoyed dancing only
when she was in charge, now she was done and they both
went back to their seats.
I smile at the young man as he sat next to me. He
introduced himself to me as Pete.

	"She won't bother us any more tonight," said Pete

	"You saved my life you know, Thanks"
	"It's Ok. My pleasure." He replied.

He reminded me of a white knight in shining armor.
Could he be my White Knight?

When you looked at Pete you noticed his lips first.
They were very full and almost purple in color. He had
a goatee with soft straight blonde hair. His eyes are
brown and his skin clear and tan. His hair was light
brown and thinning in a sexy too much testosterone
manner. His silk shirt had the top two buttons open
revealing a considerable amount of chest hair. His
flowered shirt was tucked into a pair of tan slacks
fitting his frame snuggly. He was wearing well
polished loafers with tan socks. Your eyes still
return to his lips.

	"So Pete, are you from Kenosha?" I asked shyly. I
really wanted to meet this guy.

"No, I'm from Burlington I'll be staying at a friends
apartment in Kenosha though. He's out of town tonight
and gave me his key." Pete said staring at the scare
on my forehead.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"No." He said nervously "Just a friend."

"You guys ready for another one?" asked Jesse the
bartender

"Sure. Can I get you one?" I asked looking at Pete.

"No that's alright" he said putting his money on the
bar.

We sat quietly sipping our beer. I could not stop
staring at him. Here at Lydia's I felt comfortable
staring at him. I was in a gay bar looking at a gay
man surrounded by other gay man and one woman. I
glanced around and there she was. Looking in our
direction.

	"What's with her? I asked Pete.

	"I've only been here once before. She was here then
too. I don't know. Larry said she's a fag hag."

"What's that?"

"I don't know. I think it's a straight girl that hangs
around gay guys."

"So you think she's straight."

"I don't know. I don't like labels." Pete said,
"People are more than labels"

"Who's Larry?" I asked changing the subject.

" Its Larry's apartment I'm staying at."

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"No, Just a friend." He said as he turned his head. "
I haven't known him that long.

"Have you been coming here for long?"

"Just a couple of weeks. I met Larry here." He
replied. "Enough with the questions. Do you want to
dance?"

The bar was filling up. I had not noticed. I was
focusing on Pete. All the bar seats were filled. The
dance floor had 20 gyrating bodies. Bette was out
there grinding her hips into another guy.

This being my first time here I thought I had should
have a look around. I was already shocked to find the
bartender knew me. What would I do if someone else I
knew were here? My instincts told me to do nothing. If
I were afraid of being discovered so would they.

	"Do you want to dance?" he repeated

	"As you already saw, I don't know how?"

	"Just come on out and have a good time." He said.

We went out to the floor and I watched him dance. I
did my best imitation of "The Village People". He
smiled at me and I melted. I did not come to the gay
bar for sex but I defiantly had feelings stirring in
me. My cock was getting hard as I was pumping my hips
like the Indian Chief.
One song ran into another as we continued to dance.
Suddenly the lights went up. The music slowed down and
the bartender announces, "Last dance."

Pete put his arms around me as if he did this every
day. I put mine around him and pulled him close to me.
I had never danced with a man before. We just held
each other and rocked from one foot to the other.

	"Will I see you again?" he asked warmly

	I pushed him away so as to look at him face to face.
"I certainly hope so." I said as our lips touched for
what I hoped was not to be the last time.

"You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."
We heard Jesse say as the lights became blinding.

Pete said "Larry and I will be here Sunday at 9:00."

"I will be there." I replied.

It was two thirty in the morning as I arrived home. I
slipped into the house and noticed the light on in the
baby's room.

	"Missy had a nightmare." Colleen said, "Did you have
a good time?"

	"Yea." I said noticing a tear in her nightshirt along
the side her right breast.

I was still excited from meeting Pete. Watching the
dim light bounce off of her warm full breast was
causing my dick to stir. She put Missy into her bed
and I bent down to kiss her good night and pulled the
covers up to her neck. We then went to our bedroom.
Colleen got into the king size waterbed and I started
to remove my clothes. She was watching as I pulled my
shirt over my head. I dropped my pants to the floor
and did not try to hide my erection. Naked, I got into
the bed with her.

I slid my hand between the covers looking for that
tear in her nightshirt. She moaned as she felt my hand
caress her breast. I slowly climbed on top of her
doing my best not to create too many waves. I ripped
the hole large enough for my hand. Forcing my arm
through the hole until I reached the nipple on her
other breast. I then slid down placing my face between
her legs. I was wishing she had a big cock but of
course this was too much to fantasize. So I started
thinking of her having an affair. I began thinking of
another mans cock sliding into her pussy. My hips were
grinding my cock into the waterbed. My lips clamped
onto her pussy sucking out that man cum I was
imagining. Lapping my tongue all over the out side I
was preparing to put my tongue into her nether
regions. Looking for semen I plunged my tongue into
the pussy. She squealed with delight and I continued
to grind into the mattress. I started my journey to
get back on top of her.

	"Fuck me " She insisted "Put it in me now"

Colleen never swore. And never talked dirty. I really
needed a man. I was losing my fantasy. I turned and
noticed her arm. She has some dark hairs on it. I
thought of her arm as a big cock. I'm pumping my cock
into her know.

I reached over and held onto her arm. I am pumping
faster and faster. Her hips are meeting me thrust for
thrust. I started stroking the cock arm. "Oh yea. Its
Pete's cock." I imagined

I'm going in and out, she lets out a muffled scream.

I grabbed her arm and shoved her fist into my mouth
like a cock ready to shoot. "I'm cumming!" I yelled
with my mouth still full of Pete's cock arm.

Six more hard thrusts as I emptied my soul into her
hot vagina. Then we slept.

Friday after work, Ray would not let up about what I
did Thursday night.

	"Mike, where did you go last night?" Ray asked

	"No where that concerns you Ray. Please drop it." I
said firmly I could tell I was beginning to hurt his
feelings

	"Mike we have been friends for 5 years and stop every
night after work. You can trust me with anything.
What's going on?" he asked turning his head to the
bartender "Can we have a couple more beers over here
please."

"Sure, That'll be two fifty please." Said the
bartender
"Take it outa here," he said pointing to the stack of
money on the bar. "Mike, I don't understand what's
happening."

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?

End of Part two

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