Date: Sun, 4 Dec 2005 03:16:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Mike Daryl Ormond <mikedarylormond@yahoo.com>
Subject: Smoke - Chapter 5 (Gay - Adult Friends)

Chapter 4: What just happened?

3:03 am

I kept my mouth closed as his toungue assaulted my lips.  I closed my eyes
and grabbed his head in response.  I touched felt his hair... wait... it's
actually more like fur.  I opened eyes.

"What the f@#k!" I yelled. Artee, Duncan's cat was on my face.

"Artee!" Duncan called as he helped himself through my front door carrying
a box. "Get off of there!"

Artee jumped off of me and ran towards his master.  Duncan placed the box
down closed the door.

"Sorry to wake you."  Duncan looked at Artee sternly.  "Bad cat."

I straightened up from the recliner and checked the time on the wall.  "I
guess did not make it to the bed.  What's in the box?"

"I printed out all of the responses I got from my survey.  I had to delete
some of the items in my mailbox since it was nearing full."  Duncan lifted
some of his printouts from the box and dropped them back in.

Holy shit.  I immediately snapped out of my dream state. "Are you thinking
of reading through those tonight?"

"Nah. Maybe tomorrow.  It will be you and me buddy.  We'll be matchmakers
for a day tomorrow."

Here's my chance.  "Great!" I exclaimed seemingly eager to go back to
sleep. Duncan kicked the box to a corner.

"Ok.  Good night then."  Duncan yawned.  "Come on Artee!  We get the bed!"

"No! Wait!"  I watched Duncan slam my bedroom door before me for the second
time 2 days running. "Not the cat."

I sighed.  I took a deep breath and sneaked towards the box.  Halfway
across the room, my bedroom door opened.

"What are you doing?" Duncan asked with one arm on the door frame.  He was
shirtless just with his boxers.

I scratched my stomach as I tried to find an explanation. "I... I was just
going to check if the door was locked."

"Stop fooling around and come to bed."

"I'm ok out here. Really."

"Shut up!" Duncan threw me a sleepy smile and headed back into the bedroom.

I was still in two minds whether or not to go through the box right then.

"I locked the door myself!"Duncan called again.

I dropped my shoulders and dragged myself into the bedroom.  "Get out of
those clothes.  Artee could smell what you had for dinner."  Duncan
instructed.  He propped himself on the bed with both of my pillows.

"And how about you mister!  Going commando on my bed.  I'll need to throw
away the sheets because no detergent will get that Duncan funk off of it
now!"

He sprung up the bed.  Oh no! I'm going to get it now. Artee scrambled to
get out of the way.

Duncan grabbed me and wrestled me to the floor pinning my arms behind my
head.  He placed his right armpit above my face.  "Whose got the funk now!"

"Holy shit!  It's worse than I thought!"I laugh as I struggled beneath him.
He doesn't smell that bad as I may have suggested.  If anything, he smells
of vanilla musk.  I loved it.

He rolled over beside me. I stood up and headed to the bathroom.

"Hey! Wait up!"Duncan called as I hear him running into the bath room
behind me.

I already had my shirt and pants off when he came in. "What do you think
you're doing?  I'm taking a bath."

"I need to take a bath too."He pulled the shower curtain back as he said
this.

I scratched my head. "Well ok.  Go first."I turned my back on him. "You
probably need it more."

I knew I had it coming.  Duncan grabbed me by my waist and chest and pulled
me into the shower area.  He turned on the shower and poured half the
contents of the shampoo on my head.

"You're fucking crazy!"I yelled.  "I will get y@# f@r thw@s!"My mouth got
the way of the water and his arm as he scrubbed my head.

I could feel his warm body on my back and the hair on his legs teasing
mine.  I immediately became hard.

"Stop!"I laughed as I yelled.  "Du-Duncan. Wait!"

He stopped.  He was looking at my boxers. I looked down and saw that my
cock has slipped out.  I quickly got out of the bathtub and headed for the
door.

"Hey.. hey..." Duncan said softly bewildered.  "Mikey... I.. I'm..."

"Fuck!"  I said quietly as I sat down on the carpet besde the bed.  My cock
has now gone soft with embarassment.

After a minute I saw a set of feet in front of me.

"Dude. Mikey."  Duncan, with his wet boxers, held both my arms as he
propped me up. "We got to rinse all of that shampoo off of you."

I looked down.

"Hey, there's nothing to be embarrased about." He said jokingly. "You got
excited. So what?! We're allowed one boner every morning!"

I coughed out a laugh at this as I looked at him.  He was smiling.  I went
stright into the bathroom and with my back to him, smiled as well"

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Chapter 6: Coffee & Biscotti

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