"James, your little friend is here," Jim's mom called upstairs to her son, as Darren stood in the entryway of his neighbor's home. His new friend had offered to walk him to school and Darren was more than happy to have the company.
"Come on up, D," Jim responded, and Darren tingled from hearing Jim's deep voice.
"It's the last door on the left, dear", Jim's mom welcomed Darren in and left him to find his way to Jim's bedroom upstairs.
It was the first day at his new school and Darren had found it hard to sleep the night before, nervous about what his new world might hold. He was only hoping that Steve and the other boys he'd met that summer would be happy to see him. The thing he was dreading was running into Scotty. After this summer, Darren had hoped to never see his cousin again and instead they were now going to the same school.
The one thing that made him feel better was knowing he would have Jim there with him. He knew Jim wouldn't be with him all day to protect him, but it helped that he'd be there for the initial introduction to this new environment.
Darren could hear the shower going as he climbed the stairs. Jim shouted from the bathroom that he'd be ready in five minutes and so Darren went to wait in the older boy's bedroom. Jim's voice was soothing and Darren couldn't help but feel fluttering in his stomach. He took off his backpack, setting it on the floor, before beginning to explore the bedroom. There was a bookshelf with tons of fantasy novels, as well as a few pictures of Jim. One photo showed him in in a speedo standing by a pool, a medal draped around his neck. Darren couldn't help but step up to get a closer inspection of the significant bulge showing. There was also Jim in a wrestling singlet, standing with his arm across the shoulders of a smaller boy next to him. Again, the way they both filled out the crotch of the tight-fitting uniform was hard to ignore and it was what drew Darren's attention.
Somehow feeling wrong for what he was doing, Darren forced himself to turn away and instead walked toward the windows to see what the view was like considering they were up in the hills. As he crossed the room, passing the end of the bed, his foot kicked something. When he looked down, his entire body trembled at what he saw. Laying there on the floor was a jockstrap. Jim's jockstrap. He struggled internally for a brief moment, wondering if he should just leave it there. But his desires won out and he slowly bent down and picked it up and brought it to his face, as he stood back up. With the pouch pressed to his nose and mouth, he inhaled deeply and was rewarded with the aroma of ball sweat and stale piss. His head swam and he took the last few steps toward the window so he could grab the window ledge to steady himself.
He breathed deeply through Jim's jockstrap, eyes closed, feeling his little dick getting hard as he imagined that the massive bulge he saw in the pictures had been recently filling up the pouch now touching his face. The smell reminded him of worshipping his brother Randy and Chris, the man Darren had called Sir just this past summer.
With the smell of Jim's nuts filling his head, he opened his eyes to look out the window and was shocked to realize that he could see into Sam's bedroom on the ground floor next door. His soon to be step-brother was still laying in his bed, and Darren had a perfect view of him from the vantage point of Jim's second floor bedroom. Sam's bedroom had sliding glass doors that led onto the back deck, and he apparently slept with the curtains open. As Darren continued to worship Jim's scent, Sam stirred in bed and threw off the covers. Darren was treated to the sight of a huge erect cock. Darren couldn't believe his luck when Sam spit into his hand and reached down and began to stroke his dick, unaware that he was being watched.
The gorgeous Sam was jerking his big cock urgently, clearly wanting to get off, to satisfy the need of having his balls emptied before he started his day. Darren wished he could be there to help the older boy out, to show him that a warm wet mouth would feel much better than his own hand. As Sam feverishly masturbated, he used the other hand to feel up and down his lightly hairy chest. Darren thought how beautiful the young man was, lusting for him even more so now that he was seeing his cock for the first time. He just wanted to know the feel of it in his boy pussy.
Darren couldn't remember his dicklet ever being harder, inhaling the scent of one stud as he watched another. Just as he was worried that Jim would finish with his shower before Sam finished with his jerk off session, Sam arched his back, mouth agape to release a moan that Darren could have sworn he heard, just before a stream of cum erupted out his big cock. Darren was in awe of how much cum continued to spray out, coating the lean torso of this beautiful man. Sam lay there for a moment, enjoying the post cum haze, before reaching down to the floor and picking up something to wipe himself off with. He then tossed whatever it was to another part of the room and got out of bed and walked out of the room, presumably to shower.
"Nice view, right," Darren nearly jumped out of his skin, when Jim spoke from just behind him. The other boy reached up and gripped Darren's shoulder and squeezed it, standing so close to him that Darren could feel the boy's bulge against his lower back. Darren gripped the jockstrap in his fist and quickly lowered it to his side, struggling to come up with an explanation for why he was perving on Jim's dirty jock while watching his step-brother jerk off, "You can see the whole valley from here."
Darren breathed a huge sigh of relief when he realized Jim was commenting on a different view. He stuffed the jockstrap into his jacket pocket, hoping that Jim hadn't noticed, before turning to face his new friend. Jim didn't bother to take a step back and was standing so close that Darren's hand brushed against the bulge under the towel wrapped around Jim's waist.
"You're definitely lucky," Darren finally responded, feeling stupid for sounding so lame, but doing his best to not have his voice shake and betray how nervous he felt standing so close to this sexy young man and having been so close to getting caught.
"Yep, I know I'm pretty spoiled," Jim admitted, before stepping back and turning around to head to his closet, "Let me just get dressed quick and we can go."
The boy opened one of the mirrored closet doors, and began to rummage through the clothes hanging inside. Darren watched him undo the towel, letting it fall to the floor, presenting Darren with a big meaty ass that was surprisingly hairy considering how smooth Jim's upper body was. He found himself unable to breath when his neighbor bent down to pull something out of the bottom dresser drawer, and it took all of Darren's restraint to not rush over and drop to his knees to bury his face in the boy's hairy crack.
When Jim stood back up, Darren noticed that he could see the front of the boy's body in the reflection of the mirrored closet doors. A beautiful cock hung down between his legs, draped over a hefty pair of balls. A bush of golden pubes surrounded the big package and Darren reached into his coat pocket, squeezing the jockstrap that he couldn't wait to worship again.
Since Darren's eyes were gazing down, glued to the middle of Jim's body, he didn't notice Jim catching him looking. Darren might have been mortified had he known, but instead the other boy stayed naked longer than necessary and turned to face Darren once he'd selected the outfit he was going to wear for the day. Once Jim turned, Darren forced himself to look up and felt himself blush when he saw Jim staring at him with a slight smirk on his face. The older boy held Darren's gaze for an intense few seconds before he began to scan the floor.
"Hey, you didn't happen to see a jockstrap laying around," Jim asked, apparently looking for the very thing tucked safely away in Darren's jacket pocket, "I've only worn it a few times, so I figure it has a good couple days left before it smells so bad I can't even stand it."
Darren suppressed a moan, trying to imagine what the material would smell like after a few more days of use, considering how wonderful it already smelled. He pretended to help look for it, all while gripping the missing garment in his fist. When Jim got on his knees in front of him and bent down to look under the bed, Darren was once again gifted to the magnificent view of the hairy ass of a real man. And something in Darren snapped, dropping down and leaning forward to get his face closer to the furry ass crack. He sniffed deep on the clean but musky scent. He pretended to look around when Jim turned to see Darren on his hands and knees behind.
"I don't see it," Darren said, getting to his feet.
"Ha, no worries little D," Jim climbed back up to his full 6'2" frame and wandered back to the closet, his dick dangling between his legs and swinging back and forth, "I don't know how that jockstrap could have disappeared like that, but I'll just grab a new one. Don't want to make you late for your first day."
Darren was trembling, unable to believe how stupid he'd been, hoping that Jim wouldn't hate him if he knew what a little faggot Darren really was. Regretting being so foolish as to sniff his ass and snatch the boy's jock. But there was no way he would give it back. Darren was just waiting for the opportunity that he could sneak off to the bathroom at school and rub the jockstrap on his face, imagining he'd be doing that frequently through the day.