Date: Sun, 18 May 2014 06:15:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: emmett1120@yahoo.com
Subject: Fishing with Josh Part 2

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Fishing trip with Josh - SUNDAY

       I don't know WHAT time I woke up, but I could tell it was later than
I wanted!  I got up, dressed, and quietly grabbed the tackle from the
kitchen.  I slipped out the front door, completely forgetting to make
coffee, and walked the few steps to the shore.  I baited up and tossed the
line in the water.  It was only seconds before my pole dipped and I pulled
in a nice trout.  I unhooked the trout, rebaited the hook and tossed the
line out again.  This time, as I was setting up my 2nd rod, the 1st rod
dipped.  All in all I had 2 trout in less than 10 minutes.  Then, it
slowed.  I went up to the cabin and fired up the coffee.  Josh was still
asleep.  I knew he'd probably stay asleep until 9 or 10 easily.  I grabbed
my book and coffee and headed back down to my tackle.  I was tired and
actually dozed off a couple of times.  I had nothing else that morning on
my line.  Sure enough, at about 9:15, Josh came out, in his board shorts,
flip flops and a zipped up hoodie.  He plopped himself in the other chair,
saw my coffee and went back up to the cabin.  He came down again with his
mug, asked me how things were and I showed him my stringer with two trout.
He got up again, and asked when was breakfast.  I told him I'd make it, and
pulled my two lines out of the water.  We had breakfast, and he showered
afterwards.  I made sure he made up his bed so we could sit on the couch
during the day.  He seemed to be finally awake now that it was almost 11
AM!  Now wearing only the board shorts again, we settled down by the lake
for more fishing.  I was dying to ask him about how he'd slept, knowing
that he'd jerked off.  Frequently Josh would get up and check his rod and
reel, and I'd look at his lean, toned body, with his board shorts riding
REALLY low on his hips.  He'd turn and face me and I swear, the waistband
of his shorts was just above his pubic area.  The thought that he had NO
pubes at all, and that his loose fitting, untied board shorts was all he
was wearing, just made me horned up.  As he plopped into the seat next to
me, I looked around to see if any of our neighbors were around.  I screwed
up the courage, and came out with what I wanted to say.
	"That was an interesting, uh" I paused, "show...last night."  Josh
giggled, looked down, and spoke.
	"I wasn't sure if you liked it or not.  I mean", he paused, looking
across the lake.  "you kinda just didn't say much."  I shrugged my
shoulders.
	"Well, what do you say when," I paused, looking around.  "a good
looking teen guy is naked and showing his freshly smoothed cock 'n' balls?"
I couldn't believe I said that.  I meant to say "junk", but just came out
with cock 'n' balls.  Josh giggled and looked around.
	"Well, I figured you liked what you saw when you", he paused, and
leaned in to whisper.  "Jerked off after I did."
	"You heard me jerk off?  I thought you were asleep!"  I looked at
him and he smiled.
	Josh quietly confessed "I knew you were awake, and that's why I
jerked off, and then pretended I fell asleep in case you'd jerk off too."
He looked at me, and smiled gently.  "And you did.  Soooooo, I figured you
did like the show."  I looked at him, and quietly just said "wow".  It was
intentional, then.  His jerking off was meant to get me turned on.
	"Sooooo," I started, trying to think how I was going to ask the
question I wanted to ask.  "Do you do, uh, 'shows' like that for anyone
else?"  Josh bent at the waist so his pecs touched his knees.  Grabbing his
ankles and looking to the ground he stated matter-of-factly "yes."  He
straightened up, and looked across the lake.  "I show guys at school, in
the boy's locker room after a swim meet or track meet, or whatever."  He
paused, looking to his right, then back across the lake.  He then dipped
his head down.  "I also show one of the swim coaches." He continued to look
across the lake.  Then he turned and looked at me.  "I've been showing to
you since you and mom married".  I must have had a confused look, because
he continued.  "Like, when I used to parade around in just my underwear
until mom told me to stop.  Remember?"  I nodded my head, I DID remember.
"Or like when I wear my soccer shorts and give you a shot up the legs so
you can see my 'cock 'n' balls'?"  I nodded more and responded that I
remember those times, which were very recent.  "Or," he continued, "when
you see me naked in my room or getting out of the shower?  Those are all
shows for you."  I now turned and looked out over the lake.  My eye was
distracted by the pontoon boat floating a few yards out, hoping they
wouldn't hear all this confession.  "And," he paused.  "Hope you don't
think this is creepy or sick, but". Again a long pause.  "I show my sister
too."  I must have moved away from him a good foot, totally shocked at what
he'd just said.
	"You 'show' Rachel??"  My jaw dropped, but not in disgust.  I was
swept by a wave of horniness from this confession.  Rachel was hot, and her
brother was hot.  To think that he showed himself to her made it so hot
that I felt myself grow in my shorts.
	"And," he continued.  "She shows ME!"  I must have had even more of
a shocked expression, because Josh laughed self consciously.  He said when
he turned 13 and started jerking off regularly he'd catch Rachel watching
him, peeking through the crack between his bedroom door and the door frame.
He said he'd shower and as he dried she'd walk by the open bathroom door,
and peek at him as he moved the towel over his naked body.  He related how
she would watch him whenever he trims and shaves his pubes.  He continued,
saying that when she hit 13 she started to come into the bathroom when he
was in there, in just underwear, and just talk to him about stuff, looking
at him as he'd finish up whatever he was doing.  Then he said that just a
couple of months before, when his mom and I were out for a weekend, she
came in wearing just a thong and a loose fitting tank top "you know the
one?  That white one that she uses as a cover up at the beach?"  I knew the
one.  She'd be in there while he was drying off, and she'd bend over the
sink looking in the mirror, but he knew she was looking.  He shared that he
could see her fine ass sticking out, or even see her nice firm tits from
the side.  He shared about how later that day she'd be in that same
oversized tank top and just short cut off shorts, and how she'd lean over
to talk to him and he could see her tits.  He mentioned he was in the den
watching TV that weekend and she sat next to him wearing that tank top, and
she leaned over so he could see everything.  He said she knew he waslooking
at her tits, and she willingly showed and teased him.  He even said that
one time as she did that she brushed her hand against his junk!  By now,
after Josh related all this to me, I was a little stiff, and trying to
shift myself in my chair to not only get comfortable, but also to hide it.
All I could say was "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" and "Wow!".  He just nodded his head
and said "yeah."
	We sat here for a bit, both of us just looking at our poles, not
knowing what to say.  And pretty much, nothing was said except to make
comments about boats, or the fishing, or our neighbors who were on the dock
near us.  They waved, and came over to talk to us.  Thankfully, by then,
I'd limped back down, but I could tell I had leaked precum.  They stood and
talked to us for quite a while.  Very nice people.  They asked us all sorts
of questions: where we were from; how often we came up here; how was the
fishing today; did we have plans to rent a boat, etc.  Finally, one of the
other people called out that lunch was ready, so our new friends excused
themselves, and headed back to the cabin.  One of them did stop briefly and
suggested we join them for dinner if we liked.  He said he'd get back to us
on that later on.  I was hungry myself, so lunch sounded good.  I asked
Josh if he was hungry too, and he said that he was.  We walked up to the
cabin, first pulling the lines out of the water.  I made us a couple of
sandwiches, and we sat on the picnic table in front of the vacant cabin,
sitting side by side so we could face the water.  I was halfway through my
sandwich when I decided to ask Josh a question.
	"Just wondering somefing" as I chewed my ham and cheese on wheat.
I took a swig of my beer and swallowed, then cleared my throat.  "Do any of
your, uh, 'shows', get you any, uh, well", and Josh finished the question,
leaning into me and quietly saying "blows?"  I took a bite again and
nodded.  "Yef." I affirmed.  I chewed as he took a long drink of soda.  He
looked down as his plate.
	"A few guys I've shown have turned into, well," long pause, and
then quietly "blow jobs."  He took a bite of his sandwich, and as he chewed
he continued.  "A few from my swim team have" he swallowed, "like, after
practice or a meet they ask 'you wanna come over', or, if I think they are
interested but too afraid, and I know the house is empty, I'll ask them to
come over to hang out."  He took another drink from his soda.  "Usually we
end up jerkin' or suckin' each other off."  He took a big bite and finished
off his sandwich.  Wiping his hands on his board shorts he looked across
the lake, and told me that he'd even done the swim coach.  I knew which one
it was.  It was a guy my age, who had a small kid.  Josh related how he'd
stayed late after a meet, and came on to the coach, who he knew had been
checking him out.  He then told me, much to my astonishment, about how he
gave the coach a blow job under the desk - the coach seated at his desk,
and Josh underneath it suckin' his dick!  I sat there, took a long drink
from my beer, and just said "DAmmmmmn!"  I smiled, looking at Josh, shaking
my head in amazement and mouthing the word "wow" several times.  I had felt
my cock get stiff again listening to all this, and was beginning to feel
like throwing caution to the wind and ask him if I'd ever get a chance.  I
wanted to ask him if that show he did for me the night before was for the
same reasons he'd done the shows for other guys: to elicit sex.  "So," I
stammered.  "You basically 'show' to, uh, well", and I dropped my voice to
a whisper "get sex from the guys you show?"  I turned to Josh, and he just
nodded.
	"Doesn't always work, though," he replied.  He added there were
guys he's shown that never took the hint and he didn't push the subject
with them.  But then he finished by saying, "but, yeah.  I show so I can
get guys to play with me.", and he smiled at me.  He drank the last of his
soda, and stood up from the table, taking his paper plate with him.  I
turned to watch him walk away, his board shorts riding very low on his
hips.  His flip-flops making their distinctive flip-flop sound.  I turned
and faced back out to the water.  I was sure, now, that his show last
night, and this ongoing "show" this afternoon with him in his low-riding
board shorts, was for me.  I stiffened up a bit and felt more wetness of
precum.  I got up, took my plate back into the cabin to put it in the
trash, and crossed paths with Josh as I did.  I looked down, his shorts
were so low that I could see how flat his lower belly was.  As the
afternoon went on and Josh and I fished together by the lake side, I could
view him easily, and it was obvious he wanted me to.  He'd stand right in
front of me, either facing me so I could see his chest and belly, or with
his back to me.  I spent the entire afternoon in a state of heightened
horniness, and semi-hardness, and was damp with precum by the time we had
to get ready to go next door for dinner.  I hadn't showered that morning,
so I went into the bathroom - keeping the door open and stripping freely,
just in case - and showered off.  It was all I could do NOT to jerk off in
the shower.  I was surprised Josh didn't come in just for whatever reason
so he could see me, but then that would be me showing him.  He did come
into the bedroom just as I slipped on my boxer briefs, so I knew he saw me
naked for a brief instant.  I was pleased that he saw me, even just a
little, and that I was still semi-stiff.  He'd slipped on a t-shirt, but it
was not that big, so a bit of his midriff showed.  We went over to the
large outdoor stone grill in front of the other cabin and, joining our
neighbors, plopped our steaks on the grill.  After dinner our hosts started
a fire in the open fire pit, and Josh and I spent the evening with them
until about 10 PM.  By then it had cooled down enough that Josh had gotten
a hoodie for him and a jacket for me.  We said goodnight to our neighbors
and walked to our cabin.  As we did, Josh asked if we could watch a movie.
	The whole thing seemed so surreal to me.  We got into the cabin,
which was nice and warm even though the night air had that nice mountain
chill.  Josh immediately stripped off his hoodie, and the t-shirt came with
it.  Here he was again in just his board shorts.  I took off my jacket, not
quite feeling as willing to go shirtless.  Josh set up the TV/VCR, plugged
it in, and then started to search the box for one of the movies we had
brought.  I plopped down on the couch, watching Josh go through the box of
VHS tapes.  He found a movie to watch, popped it into the VCR, sat next to
me, and we settled back to watch.  I pulled the overstuffed chair close to
the couch so I could stretch out, and then I slightly leaned into Josh's
shoulder.  It didn't take too long before I dozed off, and woke up quite a
bit into the movie with my head resting on Josh's shoulder.  He hadn't
changed position, so I just stretched a bit, and then settled back down.
Josh asked if I was tired, and truth be told, I was.  The night before had
not been too good sleep-wise, what with his jerking off and then me jerking
off.  Josh paused the movie, then turned off the TV.  Turning to me, he
asked me if I wanted another "show".  I looked at him, and nodded my head.
Josh got up from the couch, and I pushed myself up so I was not reclining
anymore.
	Josh then straddled my legs, and looking at me, said very quietly,
but with firmness, "this time, it's audience participation."  He then
smiled.  I pushed myself and straightened up on the couch.
	"Audience participation, eh?"  I asked.  He smiled and nodded.
       "Take my shorts off if you want a show." he said.  There was no
nervousness in his voice or hesitancy.  This wasn't going to be difficult
anyway, since he never had tied the drawstring or secured the Velcro top of
the shorts.  They'd only been held closed by the thin strip of Velcro on
the fly.  I grasped the open part of the fly, and slowly pulled it apart.
The board shorts slipped down a bit, but I could tell his semi-stiff cock
was still holding them up.  I could see that he wasn't fully hard yet, but
the growing bulge in the shorts were preventing them from slipping down
without me helping more.  So, I took the sides of the shorts in my hands,
and started to pull down, slowly and gently, which pulled the waistband
past his growing cock.  Once past his cock, the shorts slipped down, past
his knees, to the floor.  His cock bounced free, not fully erect, but
getting there.  The area around the base of his cock showed just a bit of
pubic peachfuzz, which I wished I could run my fingers through.  Josh
must've read my mind.
       "Looks like I need to shave it smooth again," he started.  He then
looked right into my eyes.  "Maybe you can...." he paused, licked his lips,
"help me?"  I nodded in agreement and let out a dry "sure."  He held out
his hand, which I figured meant he was wanting to help me stand up.  Once I
did that, he pulled me up, and I found myself standing face to face with
him, his now fully hard cock touching the front of my shorts, and the
aching bulge in my shorts wanting to get out to touch his cock.  I loved
the idea of cock-to-cock with him.  Maybe, just maybe.....
	Josh led me by the hand through the bedroom to the bathroom, and
opened up the medicine cabinet so he could get out the razor.  He handed it
to me, and then hopped up onto the vanity.  His fully erect cock just laid
there on his belly.  He was not huge, but he wasn't small either.  I
guessed he was around 7".  He was not too thick, but thick enough that it
looked good.  He was also cut, which I liked.  Josh kept his hands to his
sides, which meant it was up to me to hold his cock up so I could get to
the bit of pubic peachfuzz growing at the base.  There was no other hair.
I knew from having seen Josh naked in the past that he had no hair on his
balls, only the small patch at the base of his cock.  Now, here I was,
looking at him, fully naked and hard.  He was sitting on the bathroom
vanity, waiting for me to shave his pube peachfuzz.  Josh placed his hands
to his sides, not moving to hold up his cock.  I realized that I would have
to.  So, with my left hand I placed my thumb and two of my fingers on his
stiff shaft and held it up straight.  I reached down for the razor and
flipped the switch.  As it buzzed to life I gave his cock shaft a squeeze.
He put his head back and let out a soft moan.  I would squeeze his shaft
occasionally as I shaved him boyishly smooth.  It really didn't take long,
but I wanted it to last, so I ran the razor over his pubic area many times,
squeezing his cock shaft periodically, and getting the soft moan as I did.
Soon, I was done, and there was no point in continuing.  I turned off the
razor, and placed it next to the sink.  But I held on to Josh's cock shaft
between my fingers and thumb.  Slowly, I started to stroke it, gripping it
firmly as I did.  Josh leaned his whole body back into the medicine
cabinet, and spread his legs a bit.  His balls dropped down, and I noticed
how big and how baggy his ball sack was.  It was totally smooth too.  I was
now firmly stroking his cock with long strokes, and it was obvious Josh was
enjoying it.  His eyes were closed, and I could see his body both tense up
and then relax as he enjoyed the hand job I was giving him.  I wanted to do
more, though.  I felt like stripping naked too, but didn't know if he was
wanting that or not.  I also was looking at his fine boi cock and wanting
to suck it, just as the boys on his swim team and other boys had done.  It
was then that I wondered, though, if he'd want to suck me.  After all, he
told me he had shown the swim coach and did blow the guy.  Maybe he liked
to blow older men and get blown by guys his age.  I didn't know.  He
continued to moan as I slowly and firmly stroked his hard cock.  Then, as I
was stroking his cock shaft, he leaned forward, and then told me to stop
for a second.  I did, releasing his nice cock shaft, and it flopped onto
his flat, smooth belly.  He then reached over to me, and from the bottom,
started to pull off my shirt.  I held up my arms as he pulled my t-shirt
over my head, and dropped it on the bathroom floor.  Then he reached down,
undid my belt, and started to unbutton the fly of my shorts.
       "Audience participation, eh?" I commented.  He looked up and smiled
at me, and then returned to the fly of my shorts, unzipping them, and
allowing them to fall to the floor.  I stood before him, in just my boxer
briefs, with an obvious full erection.  Josh placed the fingers of both his
hands in the waistband of my boxer briefs, and started to slip them down,
past my hard cock. and my butt, and then he helped move them down my legs
with his toes until they too lay in a heap at my ankles.  Then Josh placed
his hands on my shoulders and hopped off the vanity.  I took a step
backwards, out of the clothing at my ankles.  As Josh stood there, the tips
of our fully hard cocks touched.  Josh kept one hand on my shoulder, but
with the other, he reached down and held our cock tips together.  Gently he
stroked his shaft up, over his cock head to my cock head, and down my
shaft.  He then pulled at my pubes with his fingers, and suggested that I
should get a trim and shave too.  I kicked my shorts and underwear away,
and moved around Josh so I could sit on the vanity as he had.  At this Josh
smiled, and, taking the razor, popped out the trimmer attachment.  He then
grabbed a towel, which he dropped to the floor, and got down on his knees
in front of me.  My legs were already spread, presenting to him my cock and
balls.  He rested his elbows on my knees and began to pull at my pubes.
	"Uh, you have, uh," and he giggled, "a LOT of hair, John."  I told
him that I started to get pubes at 12 years old, and had always been hairy
down there.  He took a hold of my cock, and flipped on the razor.  The
familiar sound of the trimmer buzzed to life and he began to trim away my
pubes at the base of my cock.  I loved the feeling of his fingers on my
cock shaft, and soon felt him squeezing me just as I had squeezed him.  I
told him he may wish to wait since if he continued he'd have wet pubes to
trim.  Josh smiled, and relaxed his grip on my cock while he finished up my
pubes on my belly, even getting the hair up to my navel.  He then let my
cock drop as he worked next on my balls.  Every once in a while he'd nick
me, and I'd flinch.  He'd apologize, and told me that he'd never trimmed
another guy before.  I was ok with it.  I mean, here I was, 40 years old,
naked, with a naked 16 year old boy trimming my pubes off.  Just the
thought of that almost made me shoot right there.  But I held it in.  Soon,
Josh stopped the trimming, and popped the trimmer back in.  He then took
the razor and started to shave my balls as best as he could, which wasn't
easy.  They were not tight up against me, but hanging loose, so he really
couldn't get a good shave going.  After he spent a few minutes on my balls
he held my cock shaft again and shaved my belly, shaving me all the way up
to my navel.  He took his time, making sure he got it all.  It took over 10
minutes to get me all clean, and during that time my cock limped just a
bit, oozing precum out onto my belly.  Josh still had a hold of my cock,
though, and he picked it up to wipe away loose hairs.  I suggested I should
take a shower, and he got up off the floor as I walked over, opened the
shower stall, turned it on and got in.  I just rinsed off the area where he
had trimmed and shaved me, making sure I was clean.  It looked good and
felt just a bit funny.  After just a few seconds I turned off the shower,
and Josh opened the door to hand me a towel.  I dried off in there, and
then stepped back out, finishing my drying in the bathroom.  Josh stood
there, watching as I dried off.  When I finished, I dropped the towel to
the floor.  Josh stepped over to me, and placed his fingers on my newly
bald area.  He then looked at me, took my hand, motioned with his head to
the bedroom and said "C'mon."  I followed him as he led me from the
bathroom to the bedroom.  He moved me around and then gently guided me to
sit and then lay back on the bed.  My legs were dangling over the edge.
Josh found my t-shirt, and put it on the floor between my feet.  He then
got on his knees between my legs, lifted up my cock, and began to lick me,
first licking my now hardening shaft, and then my freshly shaved balls.  I
just laid my head back, enjoying the feeling of his tongue on my balls,
under my balls, and on my cock shaft.  I was feeling the wetness of his
tongue when he held my cock shaft straight up, and taking my cockhead in
his mouth, he began to swirl his tongue around it.  It was all I could do
to NOT explode in his mouth.  So I just laid there as he started to bob up
and down on my cock, giving me a blowjob.  I laid there, thinking of the
coach he'd done this too.  Of the other boys on the swim team he'd done
this too.  How lucky they were!  I propped myself up on my elbows so I
could get a better view.  God, he was gorgeous!  This naked, perfect, 16
year old boy was sucking my dick and licking my balls.  I let my head relax
back as I stretched out my legs to intensify the feeling.
       "John," Josh said, as he pulled off my cock.  "I want you to
face-fuck me."  I knew what he meant.  As he went back down on me I thrust
my hips up, pushing my cock deeper into his mouth.  I continued my rhythmic
fucking of his mouth, while he placed his hands on my butt to help push me
into his mouth.  The whole sensation felt so good, that I hardly noticed it
when I began to cum.  I told him I was, but he stayed on me.  The orgasm I
had was so intense, unlike any I'd felt before.  I could feel my cock pulse
as I shot my load in his mouth.  I knew it wasn't much, since I'd shot a
load the night before.  He stayed on me for a few moments, sucking out the
cum from my dick until I stopped pulsing.  He then came off me, and
continued to stroke me, occasionally licking the head of my cock whenever a
bit more cum came out.  Finally, he stopped, and pushed himself up off his
knees.  He then crawled onto the bed, and laid down next to me, propped up
on his elbow and facing me.  I reached down to his still fully erect cock,
and took it in my hand, and started to stroke it.  He moaned softly as I
did.
	"So," he started.  "How am I compared to mom?"  I chuckled, and
told him he was better.  I commented that I thought guys were better at
sucking guys' dicks since guys WANTED to suck dick, but women sucked dick
because they knew guys liked it, not because THEY liked it.  He giggled
again, and said he liked sucking dick but that he also liked being sucked.
I asked him when was the last time he had been sucked, and he looked up,
thinking, and replied that it was back in May before school let out.  I
told him I'd been dying to suck dick ever since I was a teen, and gave his
cock a good squeeze as I said it.  He took the hint, and shifted himself so
he was laying on his back.  I pushed myself up and then started to move
myself around so I could position myself over his boy cock.  God!  He
looked so fuckin' good!  I confessed to him that I'd never done this
before, and he reassured me that it'd be fine.  I basically just did the
things to him that he had just done to me: I started by licking his smooth
balls and his long shaft.  Then I licked off the precum from the tip of his
cock.  Then I took his cock head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it
as I gently sucked him.  After a few moments of doing that I began to
slowly pull his cock into my mouth, which was more natural for me to do
than I thought.  I didn't take him all the way in, but I had him in enough
that I could start bobbing up and down on it.  He soon joined me by
face-fucking me as I had done to him.  I put my hands underneath him,
pushing him up deeper into my mouth, and found that the sensation of
sucking his cock was better than I thought.  He was moaning as I
intensified my sucking, and telling me to suck him, commanding me to suck
his dick.  I followed his commands gleefully, and then stopped to pull off,
swallow saliva, and stroke his cock.  It was rock hard, and pulsating.  I
could tell he was ready to shoot.  He begged me to suck him more, and I
went back down on his cock, vigorously sucking him until he yelled that he
was getting ready to cum.  Part of me wanted to pull off of him, and just
watch.  But more of me wanted to stay on him, as he'd done for me, so I
did.  Soon I felt his cock pulsate and I could sense him convulse as he
shot stream after stream of boy juice into my eager mouth.  I stayed on
him, mimicking how he sucked me dry, until I could literally feel him
limping in my mouth.  I pulled off of him and looked at his peaceful face.
	"GOD!", he said.  "That was GOOD!"  He looked at me.  "And you've
NEVER sucked a guy's cock before?" he asked, almost incredulous at the
thought that I never had sucked a guy before.  I shifted myself towards him
so we could be face to face.  I shared with him about having had fantasies
about guys when I was a teen, but never had opportunities.  I told him
about fooling around with a buddy just before I turned 13.  I mentioned my
boy-crush on our 13 year old paperboy when I was his age.  He laid there,
looking at me, with one hand behind his head and the other resting on his
limping-down cock.  I laid down next to him, feeling a sudden exhaustion
from the sex.  He asked me if I was tired, and I told him I was.  He
suggested we go to sleep, and he got up off the bed and went into the
living room, pulling off the couch cushions.  I moved to the outside part
of the bed where I could see him, pulling out the couch to sleep on.  Part
of me was tired and just wanted to sleep.  But another part of me wanted
him in the bed with me, to allow for more body contact and maybe more sex.
I debated about what to do.  I rationalized that this was only Sunday
night, and that we had the whole week for many sexual opportunities.  I
watched as he crawled into the bed, and back out again so he could turn off
the room lights.  Once it was dark, he slipped back into the bed, and I
pulled the blankets of my bed back and crawled in myself, naked, and not
willing to put anything on.  It wasn't too much longer that I fell asleep.