So this is the second installment of my stories with my first regular bud Paul. If you missed the first one it’s called the first of many and you can go back and read it if you like.

So this time was at my house. I was living at home and the rest of the family was out of town. I suggested to Paul that he sleep over so we could have round two.

After our first encounter, we had talked about it a few times and we were both in agreement that well very fun and very hot. It felt kind of fast. We both wanted a chance to take more time with each other and sleepover in an empty house seemed like the perfect opportunity.

So the evening started with a few other friends hanging out having food and drinks and a good time. I don’t know how Paul felt, but I felt pretty naughty thinking about how none of these other friends knew what I would be getting up to later. I’m not sure but I have a feeling by the end of the night. I was basically pushing them out the door, but either way eventually everyone else split.

I told Paul I’d meet him upstairs after I locked up. I was pleasantly surprised to find him already in my bed, naked. I took my clothes off and climbed in next to him. We pressed our bodies together side-by-side, but continued talking and laughing. Like I said, we wanted to take our time and enjoy this.

At the moment I realize I didn’t have a TV in my room or any other porn, but he said that was OK. We should just focus on each other. as he said that he got more on his side and started playing with my nipples, asking me if I liked that.

Then he started stroking my now throbbing cock, and asked if I liked that. I could only mumble but it was obvious I did. His warm hand squeezed my cock as he slowly stroked it up and down.

Once again he leaned over and licked my nipples, but this time he sucked them harder. I was oozing precum and he expertly used it as lube on my hard shaft.

Being alone this time, I was much more vocal in my pleasure. Moaning loudly as my body quaked as I shot a massive load. He collapsed back onto his pillow as his hand traced through the load of cum on my chest. He smiled at me as he licked my cum off his fingers, telling me how good I tasted.

With that, he whipped the covers off himself as if to tell me it was his turn. I just decided to try something different and got up and kneeled over one thigh. This was the first time I’d actually gotten a good look at his cock, and I realized it was much bigger than I thought.

I started in on him by massaging his balls, gently squeezing them, feeling their fullness in my hand. And then started stroking his cock. I took long strokes gradually speeding up as I could sense his pleasure growing. It felt like his dick kept getting harder.

I remembered how he used my pre-cum on me so as his port out, I covered my hand with it to to better stroke his hard cock.

As I felt his body tense up to cum I worked his balls with my other hand and with a guttural moan he exploded onto his chest.

Without even thinking about it, I collapsed onto his chest, where our loads of cum pressed to each other.

We laid like that for five or 10 minutes until I slid down and off his body. And just because he had done it, I stopped to lick up a taste of cum.

We never did clean each other up. I rolled on my side a few minutes later, he rolled over and put his arm around me and we drifted off to sleep. I’m sure we would’ve done it again in the morning, but he had to go to work.

I hope you like the second installment. If so, I’ll keep going. There’s a few more encounters to discuss.