you can."

Joseph came out of the bathroom and plunked down in the easy chair opposite the couch where Rich was sitting. "I hope you didn't mind my singing in your shower," he said. "That shower was great. It's been a while since I have been able to shower without at least 10 other guys in there with me. The army is no place if you like your privacy."

"Well you should have said something. As a good host, it's my duty to make you feel at home. The very least I could have done was to keep you company. Perhaps wash your back and even join you in a chorus or two." Rich said offering Joseph some of the appetizers. "My voice, while not as melodic as yours, is never the less quite good."

"A shower, cheese and crackers, a nice dry place to wait out the storm and brandy, you sure know how to treat a guest. Again you're going to spoil me with all these 'goodies',” Joseph said. “Can I have another shot of that brandy also? God, but I feel like a new man, I must have been filthy and smelled like I had just got off the obstacle course."

"Well you clean up very nicely and smell divine. I see you made use of that aftershave I have." Richard said as he poured him a healthy shot of brandy.

They sat around talking, joking, and drinking. That is Joseph was drinking Rich just sipped his. Soon Joseph began to slur his words and his eyes became heavy and he started to drift off. Rich got up went into the laundry room and placed the wash in the dryer and returned to the living room to hear the sounds of Joseph snoring softly, his fingers still around the brandy snifter. Richard pried the glass from his fingers and set it on the counter. 'Soldier boy you've had a busy day,' he thought and then he went and opened the sofa couch and made up the sofa bed.

“Come on Joseph lets get you into bed,” he said as he helped the half sleeping guy onto the mattress. Joseph opened his eyes, blinked sleepily at Richard, then turned over and started to softly snore. Richard covered him and turned out the lights with the exception of the small baseboard lights, which cast a multicolored dim light over the room. He sat in the overstuffed chair and watched Joseph toss and turn until he got comfortable.

The dryer soon stopped and he went to unload and hang up the wash putting it on hangers so that it would not get wrinkled. He also got undressed and put on a pair of pajama bottoms. As he walked out of the laundry room, in the dim light he could see that Joseph had turned over on his back. The covers were pushed aside and the short robe had opened exposing Joseph's limp cock and balls. Damn, he thought what a beautiful sight; wish I could take a picture of that. After looking at it for a while his eyes went up to the lithograph and compared David with Joseph. He broke out into a cool sweat and then sat on the corner of the bed and reached over and touched Joseph's leg. Slowly, he began to run his fingers over the thigh. Joseph moaned and opened his legs wider, allowing Rich's fingers to touch his penis.

Rich removed his pajama bottoms, brought his feet