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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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