Date: Wed, 29 May 2002 12:05:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike Natif <mnatif@yahoo.com>
Subject: Patiently Obsessed Part-four   Bisexual encounters

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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 four
			Copywrite 2002 By Mike Natif

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." Larry added

Pete and I looked each other. Without any hesitation we both nodded yes and
went back to groping one another. Between the sex driven high and the
knowledge that we had a place to engage in full-blown sex my head started
to spin.

Up until now the only man sex I had was oral. Don't get me wrong. I love
oral and I could live the rest of my life that way. I loved a man's cock in
my mouth. To slowly ride in and out is pure joy. I knew enough of the gay
world that there was more. I had seen the gay movies where men fucked each
other. This is most certainly not what I wanted. But I was about to bring
this man to a place for sex. I had no idea what he wanted to do. I couldn't
possibly fuck Pete. Even looking at what I assumed was a beautiful cock all
I would see was a pussy. Not just a pussy.  Colleen' pussy. It took all of
my best sexual fantasies to fuck Colleen.

I was still kissing Pete feeling his hot rod rubbing between his slacks and
my jeans. I started remembering the fear I had as a kid going swimming
naked at school. The fear I had of becoming erect in an in an inappropriate
location and time. With his cock against my thigh my cock began to
wither. What if he wanted me to fuck him? It could only end in disaster. My
first sex with the guy I wanted to be with forever was going to be a
disaster.

There was only one thing to do. I was going to get fucked. This thought had
never entered my mind before. My ass had never entered into any of my
fantasies. The only finger to touch my rectum was the Doctors. My last exam
really wasn't that bad. Instead if him plunging his lubricated finger into
my hole he just held it erect and told be to bare down on it. The only
trouble I had doing this was stopping. I wanted to push his whole hand in.

So my mind was made up. I would have to take charge and give myself to him.
Once I made up my mind the blood returned to my penis. I was terrified, but
this I could handle. Now the only thing I had to fear was the pain. I
wanted Pete. I wanted him to want me. Up until now sex was sex. All I cared
about was orgasm.  Now I wanted to be desired. Wow, this must be what a
women feels. I will tell ya one thing. No one is going to ever cut off my
cock. I'm a man and my dick is still my best friend.

As the night continued more and more people arrived at Lydia's. The noise
became unbearable and the line to the bathroom was beginning to wrap around
the entire bar. It was a twenty-minute trip to the bathroom or the
bar. Pete, using his hands motioned for us to go.

I started to get a feeling of dread. At this point either one of us could
change their minds. There are a million excuses.

	"You gonna follow me?" Pete said

	"Yea. Is it far?

	"No, just inside Kenosha." He answered as he turned away from me to
have a pee.

	I pointed to my car and said." Don't loose me?"

	"Oh I won't."

This was the hardest part. I could still turn around at any time. He could
be a mass murderer for all I know. Here I am following a mass murderer. He
will probably make me dig my own grave before he has his way with me and
then kills me.

Meanwhile Pete is having similar thoughts in his car. " I could loose him
easily.  What's with that scar on his forehead? Did he have a lobotomy to
make him less violent? He could be a mass murderer."

Pete worked through his fears and led me carefully to Larry's apartment. I
had followed close behind and we arrived uneventfully.

	"Larry said we are welcome anywhere in the apartment except that
closet." Pete pointed to a closed and padlocked door.

There was not much in the apartment. No couch, just a coffee table with a
lamp and some blankets on the floor. The kitchen had a small table with two
chairs.  There was a coffee pot on the counter and some cabinets.  Standing
in the living room Pete put his arms around me and continued where we left
off at Lydia's. I pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the
floor. I started work on his buckle as I examined his chest. It was hairy
with long straight brown hair. It was full and had prominent nipples. I was
about to bend down to put one in my mouth when he stopped me.


	"Let me get your shirt off first." Pete said softly

He worked one button at a time until he reached my waste. He then pulled my
shirt out of my pants where they had been tucked in and continued working
the buttons. I finally unbuckled his belt. Instead of going to the pants I
pulled the belt out of it's loops and dropped it. It made a loud bang as it
fell to the floor. I slipped my fingers into his pants behind the clasp and
then brushed the tip of his penis that was pressing at the top, cramped in
its close quarters. I heard him moan as he pulled my face from his nipple
and brought my lips to his.

Our tongues were playing games as our pants dropped to the floor at the
same time. I pulled away from him and dropped to my knees. I pressed my
face into the mound that was his cock and sucked it through his
underwear. He then went to the blanket and slipped out of his
underpants. His pubic hair was like his chest, long and straight. It was
warm and his balls were hanging low in there sack. His eight-inch cock was
hiding his bellybutton and pointing straight up. The skin on his cock was
stretched to the limit.

With Pete on his back I crawled on by belly between his legs and examined
every detail. The veins twisting its length, the way it twisted ever so
slightly to the left. I could feel the heat from his gland against my
cheek. I looked up and saw his glazed eyes watching my personal examination
of him.

I knew I loved him. He was not yet mine. If I lost him I would have to make
the memory of this moment last me a lifetime. He was going to fuck me but
it would be under my terms. I put my mouth over his gland. I tasted salt
and piss. My body was his but he did not know this. I tried to take his
full length but tears came to my eyes as my throat resisted. I withdrew to
its tip and tried again. I took in another inch and Pete's pelvis moved
forward trying to force its way in. The taste of his pre-cum was mixing
with my saliva making a more slippery concoction. The third time down his
cock I felt it hit the back of my throat and with an ever so soft pop it
went past my uvula and entered my throat. My lips easily slid down to the
base of the shaft and the wonderful perfume of his balls entered my nose. I
held this position as long as I could. If he had asked me to stay there I
would have died for him at that moment. Instead I withdrew his cock from
its home in my throat and crawled up to meet his face.

With my mouth on his I reached around my back and grabbed his dick in an
attempt to position it over my hole. I new nothing of proper preparation. I
sat up, leaned back and bared down on his eight inches. I felt his cock hit
the resistance of my hole. Then suddenly I felt the fire, the worst pain I
had felt in my life. The head of his cock entered my dry rectum and was
stretching my insides to the limit.  I froze in that position. Pete reached
up and gently stoked my cock. I resisted the immediate urge to withdraw and
tried to wait it out.

Pete continued to stroke my cock and added a massage to my balls. I asked
him to squeeze harder. It both felt good and helped to distract me from the
pain in my ass. I slowly began to work my ass up and down. The lube from
his pre-cum and my spit started to work its way in. The pain left and I was
able to take long full strokes. I could see Pete was really getting into
this. My cock started to bounce up and down with each stroke. Pete's eyes
still glazed watched as he again began to stroke my cock. I was getting
close but I didn't want to cum yet. I grabbed him around the waist and
rolled backwards pulling him with me. This reversed our position. Now Pete
was on top and he was pounding my ass.

This new position felt a lot better. Pete laughed and asked me if I was a
gymnast.

He was hitting something that felt like I was about to cum without being
touched. I could feel his cock getting even bigger as his thrusts became
more powerful and rapid. He was watching my cock as it started to shoot the
biggest load of my life.  Then he started. Pumping his cum into my
guts. Every thrust pounding my prostate and forcing out another squirt of
hot cum onto my belly. Again and again he thrust pounding out more and more
cum from me until he finally collapsed on top of me. I held him with my
legs still wrapped around him. With his cock still in me. I rolled over
onto my side, whispered into his ear "I love you" and we fell asleep.

When I woke the sun was just beginning to brighten the night sky. Pete's
cock was still inside me. I squirmed and it slipped out. I then noticed I
was very wet. At first I thought it might be blood. It was only Pete's cum.

	In a sleepy voice Pete asked, "Will I see you again?"

	"Sure you will. Next Sunday?

	"Larry, Don and I are going to Milwaukee Sunday for a Beer
Bust. Can you go with us?"

	"Yes"

	"Meet us at Lydia's at 5:00. We will leave our cars there. Larry
will drive us."

	"Are you sure he won't mind," I asked as I finished getting
dressed.

	"He won't mind. You can stay here with me if you want you know."

	"Thanks. I know. Colleen won't like it though."

	"Colleen?"

	"Colleen, my wife. I told you I was married didn't I." I'm sorry is
that a problem?"

	"I'm no home wrecker." Pete said rather disappointed.

	"Don't worry. I will be getting a divorce. It won't be your
fault. I know what I am doing is not fair to her. I just have to find the
right time. I've really got to go now. See you next week?"

"Sure," he said as he gave me a nice warm kiss. It was a kiss of ages. A
kiss that could have lasted the rest of my life if need be.


Colleen was still sleeping when I got home. She would be up in another two
hours. I slipped into bed and seemed to have gotten away with it again.

I got up about noon on Monday. Just enough time to shower shave and get to
work.

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.


End of Part four

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