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. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me ' all emails will be answered to the best of my ability. 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.

The Three Day Pass
Chapter 2

By Joystick

The morning sun streaming into the room through the Venetian blinds woke him up. It left patches of light and dark on the bed, giving 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,” he rationalized. “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.” Joseph started to get excited. “Yet, I did enjoy it. What's wrong with me? Am I turning into a fucking faggot? Maybe I am, or maybe 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 he closed his eyes and asked himself, “never mind that shit, how do I get out of this mess?"

"Well the sleeping warrior awakes," said Richard holding a cup of steaming coffee. "Didn't know if you wanted cream and sugar, is black ok?"

Joseph took the cup of hot coffee in his hand and after taking a sip 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."

Richard brought over the milk and poured some into the cup. "Well it looks as if I'm going to have to use less coffee from now on. Now what do your want for breakfast? Anything special? If not with my coffee then 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, that's probably easiest for you, but please, not scrambled. We get them all the time in the mess hall and they taste like