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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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