Morning at Kanata’s room

*This is a con­tin­u­a­tion of my pre­vi­ous post, [Night in a Japan­ese Gay Bar](http://www.cedricang.com/personal/night-in-a-japanese-gay-bar-20090506 “Night in a Japan­ese Gay bar”)*

It was morn­ing in Japan when you can hear birds chirp­ing. The morn­ing sun peeked from the cur­tain, and shine in to Kanata’s room.

*Before I con­tin­ue, let me warn you that this post is going to be ‘expressed’; I will not be check­ing on my spellings, and I would not be both­ered if I am gram­mat­i­cal­ly right. At such ungod­ly hours, this is the best that I can do (and prob­a­bly laugh­ing at myself lat­er)*

I could feel Kanata’s breath land­ing on my face in the ear­ly spring morn­ing. I looked at Kanata’s closed eyes, I put out an arm, and tried to hold him clos­er to me.


![In Bed](http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HR5SJm9sR60/SPTd18NeqYI/AAAAAAAAGNA/wh3YTY_NIaU/s400/Gay_Couple_togetherness_in_bed_01.jpg “In Bed”)

Pic­ture stolen from [Nase](http://nase-adoctorslife.blogspot.com “Nase”)

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The failed threesome

A care­ful plan was draft­ed out with Har­ry. The plan was to get David to Har­ry’s house, and then we try to seduce him with kiss­es, and hugs and see if we could get David aroused.

It worked up pret­ty okay at first. I went over to Har­ry’s place to pick his sleepy ass up, then went over to David’s to pick him up. We want­ed to head over to my place because it was a lit­tle too ear­ly to do the shop­ping that Har­ry want­ed to do.
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