bother with underwear. I unfolded an extra blanket that was folded in a closet and wrapped it around my bare shoulders. Scurrying into the kitchen, I yawningly read the coffee maker instructions and followed them. Pulling the aspirin bottle out of my backpack, I impatiently tore off its cover and had about 6 aspirins spread out on the counter. I reached from a shelf two wrapped sterilized glasses and pulled them down to the counter. Freshly unwrapped, I poured a couple of ounces of tap water into each one. I quickly gulped down one of the aspirins grabbing the other glass and the rest of them.

Plodding back into the bedroom, the blanket still wrapped around me, I handed him aspirins and the water. I sat myself down on a chair next to the bed and informed him that the coffee would be ready shortly. "I should be all right in a few, Blonde. If I was able to get it on with you this morning the way we did, it shouldn't be long before I feel fine. . . . You're too good to me buddy. I like it that Anne seldom drinks, but she has no sympathy for me when I tie one on and regret it the next day."

Still clasping the blanket reminiscent of a character in a comic strip, I returned to the kitchen to pour out the fragrant hot fresh brew into two clean cups. Unaware as to how he enjoyed this hot reviver, I stashed little packets of creamer, sugar, and sweetener into my jean pocket. Sitting down by the bed again, he sipped the coffee hesitantly. "Oooo that helps! I'm beginning to feel better already. . . . I tell you what friend; you have been so nice to me that I want you to just stay relaxed right in that chair. In a couple, I'll get up and make you the best eggs and bacon breakfast you have ever enjoyed. I may be still a little nauseous to eat any myself." For the first time, I realized that I was famished. We had been so engrossed with each other that we had neglected to prepare any dinner. Munching on junky snack foods had been our only sustenance.

When my bedmate had finished his coffee and felt well enough, he pulled back the covers to arise. "Hoooooooeeeeeeeeee!", he yelped rubbing his crossed muscled arms up and down his bare torso in a slightly crouched pose. "Damn it's cold! Now I see why you're huddled in that blanket." Again, I was breathless and dumb struck. Ogling him in his shivering naked vulnerability, I still was aghast at his stunning manly charm. I was beginning to doubt our recent intimacies. I wondered if I had not been the victim of some drug induced erotic hallucinations. He tore at the blanket on the bed and whipped it around to wrap himself. He noisily marched off to the bathroom. I started to rise from my chair. He anticipated my solicitations. "Don't Bother!", he bellowed. "I will be taking piss breaks all day, I promise. You can get so close, I will even pee on you if you want." Again, with that silly laugh. He started loudly tinkling before he broke off.

The smell of the frying food was mouth watering. As he prepared the food, he would occasionally glance into the living room askew with multiple empty beer bottles. "Jeez Blonde, you'd think we threw a party for a fraternity. . . . Anne wouldn't be happy with this scene. Fuck