Date: Fri, 31 May 2002 09:36:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike Natif <mnatif@yahoo.com>
Subject: Patiently Obsessed Part-five 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
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

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