Straight friends dare game in the woods pt2

Here is the long-awaited update.

After the last time, we didn’t really talk about it. It was just something unspoken, hanging between us. The next weekend, we decided to hang out again. I picked Seth up, and we drove around for a bit, not saying much—just letting the silence fill the space between us.

Eventually, we went back to my place. I casually put on some porn on my computer, and we sat there watching it, side by side. At some point, I pulled out my already hard cock and started stroking it. Seth followed suit. Nothing more than that—just quiet, mutual tension.

Later, we decided to go to bed. Seth asked if he could sleep in my bed again. I said sure. We laid there, shoulder to shoulder, scrolling on our phones. After a while, Seth turned on some porn again. This time, we were only in our underwear, and it didn’t take long before we both slipped them off. We started touching ourselves again—casual at first, then gradually reaching over to touch each other, just lightly.

Then Seth looked at me and asked if I could do what I did last time—put my mouth over his cock, but without actually touching it. I did. Just hovering, breathing over it, teasing. After a few moments, I told him it was his turn. Seth bent down over me and did the same. I told him to move a little, mimic what we were watching, and even though I wasn’t looking at the screen anymore, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

Then Seth told me it was my turn again. I went back down to him, trying to take him in without touching—his cock was thick, heavy, and it pulsed as I got closer. My tongue slipped once, then again, until I couldn’t help it anymore. Every accidental touch made Seth harder, more responsive. He told me to follow what the girl in the video was doing, so he moved the phone to the side of my face to guide me.

At that point, I couldn’t look away from Seth—and he couldn’t look away from me.

Eventually, I told Seth it was his turn again. This time, he didn’t hesitate. He went down and actually started sucking—slowly at first, focusing on the tip. The feeling was overwhelming—intense. I had to stop him, or I’d have finished right there.

We kept going like that, taking turns, slowly escalating. I tried to take all of Seth, but he was just too thick. I gagged every time I got close, and I could feel him getting close too, so I stopped and asked him to go down on me again.

This time, Seth went deep—far deeper than before. He didn’t hold back, didn’t hesitate. His lips wrapped around me, slow and confident, taking more with each movement. I let out a low moan I couldn’t suppress, hand resting gently on the back of his head. He kept going, his tongue working in circles, his throat tightening every time he took me in.

I could barely breathe. My whole body was locked in place, tensed, trembling. The warmth of his mouth, the quiet sounds of our breathing, the raw closeness—it was all too much.

I warned him I was close, but Seth didn’t stop.

When I came, it hit like a wave crashing through me—one I couldn’t fight. I pulsed hard into his mouth, and to my surprise, Seth didn’t pull away. He took it, every drop, swallowing without a second thought, eyes locked on mine the whole time. I couldn’t speak. I just stared at him, chest heaving, trying to understand what had just happened.

When he finally pulled back, we were both quiet. He looked at me with this unreadable expression—half curiosity, half disbelief.

I managed a breathless laugh. “What just happened?”

Seth didn’t answer at first. He just laid beside me, and for a while, we didn’t say anything. We didn’t need to. We just laid there, skin still buzzing, hearts still pounding.

Eventually, we drifted off like that—shoulder to shoulder, the silence between us somehow comforting now. In the morning, his mom picked him up, and just like last time, we didn’t really talk about it. No awkward goodbyes. No questions.

But we both knew this wasn’t the end.
Not even close.

There’s more to tell. A lot more.
But I’ll save that for another time.