This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.
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I would like to acknowledge the assistance I received for this story from Kai. Without him this work would have remained in my head and would not have been put onto paper. The errors are mine and mine alone.
I would also like to thank all of you that took the time to write and tell me how much you liked the story.
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The morning sun streaming into the room through the Venetian blinds woke him up. The sunlight, leaving patches of light and dark on the bed, gave him the feeling of being behind jail bars. However, the smells of freshly brewed coffee and something frying filled his senses bringing him out of his dream world. Joseph stretched his body out and for a few seconds he did not remember where he was. Then, it hit him like a ton of bricks and he remembered what had happened last night.
"My God, what did I do? How did I get into this mess? I'm not a fucking fag. It must have been the drinking... Yes, I was drunk. That must have been the reason. If I had not had that much to drink, I would never have let that happen to me. He took advantage of me, drunk, lonely and feeling rotten, he was kind and I just could not resist him in that drunken state. Yet, damn it, I did enjoy it. What's wrong with me??? Am I turning into a fucking faggot? May be I am, or may be I always was and never knew it. Now that it's daylight and there is no darkened room, nor is there a drunken stupor to hide behind, how do I relate to Richard? Falling back against the pillows closing his eyes and saying to himself, Never mind that shit, how do I get out of this mess?"
"Well the sleeping warrior awakes," said Rich holding a cup of steaming coffee, "Didn't know if you wanted cream and sugar, is black ok?"
Taking the cup of hot coffee in his hand and taking a sip Joseph made a sour face and said, "Shit this stuff is strong. You should bottle it and sell it for furniture finish remover. It could use a bit of milk to cut that goop."
Rich, bringing over the milk and pouring some into the cup said "Well it looks as if I'm going to have to use less coffee from now on. Now what do your want for breakfast? Something special. If not with my coffee, perhaps I can win your heart through your stomach."
Win my heart? Joseph thought, does he think last night will be repeated? Thinking he should tell him the truth, but not wanting to hurt his feelings, he said, "Just a few eggs will do, any way that's easiest for you, but please, not scrambled. We get them all the time in the mess hall and they taste like raw cardboard. Guess it's because they use powdered eggs."
"MMMMMM got an idea," Rich said and returned to the kitchen, "I'm going to make the eggs a special way and also brew another pot of coffee. This one will be more to your taste. In the meantime you can get up and get washed and dressed. I put your stuff in the bathroom for you." Then peeking into the living room he said grinning ear to ear, "Or would you rather I serve you breakfast in bed."
"Thanks, but I'll come to the table after I wash my face," Joseph smiled and swing his feet out of the bed. Tiredly he made his way to the bathroom, and started to wash the sleepiness out of his eyes.
There was a knock on the door and he heard Richard said, "Hey, you'll find a new toothbrush on the top shelf of the cabinet and you could take another shower, if you want. I won't join you--- well, not unless you want me to. Hey, all you have to do is whistle."
Joseph pursed his lips as if to whistle and then relaxed them. What are you doing, he thought. Are you going nuts? Is this what you want? Sure it was wonderful and exciting last night, but it's perverted. Everything he had been brought up to believe in and think said it was perverted and and and ......yes dirty. And yet, after reaching for the toothbrush and closing the mirrored door, he saw his pursed lips. His mind raced with all kinds of erotic thoughts. He felt himself developing feelings for Rich, but the thought of this scared him and prevented him from doing anything but brushing his teeth.
Hearing no response Rich went back to his cooking. He cut up some potatoes into small cubes along with some onions and bell peppers and started to fry them to make home fries. When they were done cooking he placed them in the oven to keep warm. He also put up another pot of coffee, this one not as strong. Hearing the shower stop and knowing that Joseph would be out soon, he took a slice of white bread out of the bread box, cut two holes side by side in it and placed it in a fry pan to brown on one side. After flipping the bread over, he cracked two eggs, one into each hole and fried them flipping them once. By that time Joseph was out of the bathroom and dressed in his pants and under shirt. His shirt and tie were still on a hanger that he hooked over the door.
"MMMM what smells so good?" He sniffed at the delicious aromas around him as he sat himself at the table. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No, Just sit there and enjoy," Rich said and placed a glass of orange juice before him and a cup of freshly brewed coffee. "I hope this coffee is more to your liking."
"Better, much better" Joseph said taking a sip as Rich placed the eggs and potatoes before him. "This looks great." After tasting the eggs and savoring them he asked, "What do you call these things? I've never tasted anything so good." He started to wolf them down.
"They are sometimes called "Adam and Eve on a Raft or Eggs in a hole," Rich smiled and joked, "But for this occasion I'll call them 'Joe and Rich' on a bed."
