Darren woke up after having drifted off to sleep again in his own bed. In the meantime, Sam had left to go study at the university library. Darren was sitting out back trying to concentrate on his own schoolwork, when Jim came over with his book bag. He suggested that they do their homework together before school tomorrow. It was a little overcast that day and slightly chilly, so Jim said they should go to Darren's room. They made their way downstairs and sat on his bedroom floor, surrounded by open textbooks and papers.
Jim was laying on his side, in a pair of shorts and t-shirt, as he read and took notes. He had kicked off his leather sandals, and Darren found it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything other than Jim's long legs and bare feet. He couldn't stop himself from stealing glances, as Jim wiggled his toes unintentionally driving Darren crazy. Trying to be subtle, Darren mimicked Jim's pose, laying on his side himself, with his face dangerously near Jim's sexy feet. Darren imagined his could almost smell the scent of them as he pretended to read his history book.
With his new friend absorbed in his studies, Darren took the risk of admiring the boy stretched out in front of him. From his sexy feet with their long thin toes, to the muscular calves and thick thighs. His gaze traveled to Jim's shorts, which he could just barely see up. But what little he could see made it clear that Jim wasn't wearing any underwear, because Darren could make out the tip of Jim's dick resting over a pair of big balls. The next hour was less of Darren studying his schoolwork and more trying to secretly study every inch of Jim stretched out in front of him.
"Hey little D," The sound of Jim's deep voice yanked Darren out of his near trance state, "I'm gonna go take a leak, be right back."
Jim stood up, towering over Darren laying on the floor. Jim looked down at Darren, his straight nearly white blond hair hanging in his face. From this angle, Darren was better able to look up Jim's baggy gym shorts and see his cock dangling there, taunting him. Darren had to tear his eyes away and look instead to Jim's face, seeing a slight smirk appear before the boy headed out of the room.
Darren was nervous that Jim had caught him staring, berating himself for being too obvious. Sam's words from yesterday repeated in his head, about how Jim wasn't gay. The last thing he wanted was to make his new friend angry. But despite all this, he wasn't able to stop himself once he heard the bathroom door close, and he crawled over to Jim's sandals.
He picked one up, and without thinking, raised it to his nose and sniffed at the leather sole that had been recently touching Jim's feet. The length of the sandal was longer than Darren's entire face. The smell of Jim's foot captured in the leather made Darren's head spin. Before he realized what he was doing, he ran his tongue along the insole, closing his eyes as he did. The taste matched the scent, incredible. He imagined running his tongue across the skin of Jim's foot rather than just the sandal he'd been wearing.
"What are you doing," Darren's eyes shot open, hearing Jim's voice, just as he had set down one sandal and had been reaching for the other, "Looks like you were taking a nap, eyes closed and all just sitting there."
The guilt had to be apparent on his face as he stared up at Jim, who stood in the doorway of the bedroom. Darren was beating himself up for being so careless. He had been listening for the toilet to flush, as an indication of Jim coming back. But he hadn't heard it and wondered what Jim might have walked in on. Jim's expression didn't seem to indicate he was upset, so maybe he hadn't walked in on Darren licking his sandal. But still, Darren's thoughts were so scrambled that he couldn't think of what to say, so he just got up and mumbled that he needed to use the bathroom as he brushed past Jim.
With the bathroom door closed behind him, Darren leaned against it and berated himself for being so dumb. He stared up at the ceiling, trying to get his breathing under control and not panic. Jim must not have seen anything, otherwise he would have said something. Feeling a little more relieved, Darren looked at himself in the mirror to compose himself. The reflection of the toilet caught his attention.
He turned and saw a bowl full of what must have been Jim's piss. That would explain why Darren hadn't heard the toilet flush, because Jim had not flushed it after taking a piss. And now Darren found himself kneeling down before the toilet full of Jim's golden liquid. The smell wafting up from the bowl wasn't too strong and he lowered his face closer to breath it in. There were a few stray drops on the toilet rim and Darren licked those up before he could stop himself. The taste was slightly salty and wonderful.
Feeling ashamed of himself for it, he still bent down and dipped his tongue into the bowl of Jim's piss. And once he'd crossed that line, he began to lap at it, slurping in Jim's urine until he finally came to his senses and sat up. He reluctantly flushed the toilet to remove any further temptation. He stood up shakily, sad to have wasted the rest of the gift that Jim had unintentionally left behind for him. But he knew it was wrong and nothing good would come from this obsession. He washed his hand and thought about rinsing his mouth out but decided against that, wanting to allow the taste to linger on his tongue for as long as possible.
When he walked back into his bedroom, Jim had shed his shirt and was now sitting up with his back resting against the wall next to the door. Darren did his best not to gawk at the beautiful boy in his bedroom, as he stepped over the long legs and sat back down on the floor.
"I don't know about you," Jim watched Darren with an exaggerated look of exasperation on his face, while he reached over to pull the door closed, "I need a break from studying. There's only so much I can absorb before my brain feels like it's gonna explode."
Darren nodded his agreement, admiring Jim's bare chest and arms as the bigger boy shoved his textbook away and reached over to grab his backpack. The bag was near where Darren had sat down. Jim's hand accidentally brushed the bottom of Darren's bare foot and he couldn't help but giggle from the light touch.
"Oh, is someone ticklish," Jim asked, giving Darren a big mischievous smile, while reaching out with both hands for Darren's feet, "Are these little guys sensitive?"
Darren tried to deny the fact that he was extremely ticklish, but it was pointless. He squealed "No" and tried to scurry away from Jim, but there was no escaping. And in an instant, Jim had him pinned face down, as his hands seemed to be all over him. His fingers found every tender spot. Darren was laughing and squirming, trying to crawl out from under Jim. Resistance was futile, considering their size difference and the fact that Jim was on the wrestling team. His only hope of not dying from laughter was to try to wiggle his body to keep Jim from lingering on any one spot for too long. Jim was laughing as well, as he tortured Darren.
"You're going to regret me finding out your secret," Jim warned Darren, who tensed, wondering what Jim meant and what he might know.
Still laughing, Darren felt a fear begin to creep into his mind. He tried to push it away, thinking there was no way Jim could know anything. He struggled with renewed energy and was able to succeed in turning over onto his back, but with Jim still on top of him. As he stared up into Jim's beautiful smile, the tickling stopped, and Darren noticed something else. Jim's dick had slipped out of his shorts and was hard, pressed against Darren's bare leg.
Something in Jim's look changed as they both realized the situation. But instead of getting off Darren, Jim leaned in and pressed his mouth to Darren's and kissed him. It felt like electricity sparked between them as Jim's lips touched his, and Darren sighed deeply. Jim's hands left his sides and gripped Darren's face, his mouth opening and tongue extending. He couldn't believe this was happening. That he was this lucky, to have this handsome boy on top of him, kissing him.
It felt like it went on forever and at the same time only the briefest of moments. The intensity with which Jim kissed him was overwhelming his senses. Darren could taste the sweetness of saliva and now feared that Jim would be able to taste the piss. But that didn't seem to stop Jim, who was making the sexiest noises as he tried to devour Darren's mouth. The hard cock pressed against his leg was too tempting, and Darren reached down, eager to touch it and maybe be allowed to finally taste it.
It was that slight touch that broke the spell and Jim raised up on his arms, lifting his chest off Darren, their hips still connected. The confused look on Jim's face scared Darren and he took his hand away from Jim's crotch. Jim just stared like he wasn't seeing Darren and was deep in his own thoughts. Darren wasn't sure what to say or do and just stayed still, waiting to see what Jim did next. And then Jim let out this strangled noise that made Darren sad to hear. The boy jumped up to his feet, pulling his shorts down quickly to poorly cover his protruding hardon. He looked around in a panic, mumbling words that Darren could barely understand.
"Sorry, sorry, I, uh, I think I think to go," Jim blurted out, reaching down to grab his shirt. Darren raised up on his arms into a sitting position, watching as Jim frantically tried to open the bedroom door, finally succeeding and darting out, "Uh, I guess, uh, I'll see you tomorrow."
Darren watched as his friend rushed out, leaving behind his bag and schoolbooks. He wasn't sure what had just happened, or why Jim had gone from passionately kissing him to running away like there was a fire. He just looked at the open door that his friend had fled through, wondering if he had gone too far by trying to touch Jim in a way maybe he shouldn't have. But Jim had been the one who started it, and he had been obviously excited, his cock hard against Darren's leg. And that's when Darren noticed the huge pool of milky white fluid soaking into the shorts he was wearing. Jim had cum on them.