/>Joseph turned beet red and pointed his fork at Richard for emphasis, "we have to talk about last night. What happened was something that should not have happened! I don't know what got into me.” He started to rationalize. “I'm not Gay, not that there is anything wrong with being Gay. I don't know what really happened, nor do I understand it, but I did not want to lead you on. I don't think that I can, with all honesty, even say that I was so drunk that I did not know what I was doing. All I know now was that, shit, I don't even know what I think I know." Joseph paused with his babbling and looked up at the other man. "Can you make sense of anything I'm trying to say?"

Richard looked into his blue eyes smiled, "yes, I understand what you are saying. You are suffering from the 'morning after' syndrome. Relax; one little escapade doesn't make you queer. And there are two words that I do not tolerate, queer is one and faggot is the other. I'm not going to apologize for what happened last night." Richard shrugged, "I wanted it to happen, it may seem to you that I had it planned all along, but you're wrong, it just happened. But I for one, am happy it did." He reached over and took Joseph's hand in his. "If you really don't feel happy about this, then let's just finish breakfast and I'll take you to the subway and show you how to get back to 42nd Street."

"Rich, the problem is that I just don't know how I feel." Joseph whispered, "It's all so new and confusing. To tell the truth I'm scared shitless, my head says run, but my feet won't permit me to."

Richard leaned over the table and lifted the hand that was in his own to kiss the fingertips, "then stay with me till you find out how you feel. If you run now, someday you may wonder why you didn't stay and explore this new feeling. Look I already called in and told the cafe that I was taking a few days off and they said that since it was during the week, it would be ok."

"Hey!" Joseph protested. "You didn't have to do that. I could have hung around waiting for you to get off work and then we could have gone out after you finished."

"What? And give some other guy a shot at grabbing you? NO WAY soldier boy, you are mine." And to prove it Richard got up and walked around to Joseph, lifted his face to his, and kissed him on the lips lightly. Joseph blushed nervously at the contact, which made Richard smile. He then ran his fingers through Joseph's close- cropped G.I. hair and pulled his face and mouth closer to his. "Mmm the eggs taste good on your lips," he smiled. "I bet you taste as good without them also." He began kissing him deeply, his tongue touched Joseph's lips, but he did not want to push through them, as he was not sure if the private was ready for this yet. However, to Richard’s surprise, Joseph opened his mouth and the two tongues touched and it was like sparks and fireworks went off again. Soon their tongues were playing field hockey, touching and sending shocks through their bodies. Their kissing became hot and so torrid.

"I think I could get used to that," Joseph moaned. "This