Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2009 13:57:14 -0700
From: pm1954@hushmail.com
Subject: Happy Birthday, Jake  Part One

Tom watched as his son Jake blew-out the sixteen candles on his cake, to
the applause of his friends.  The usual assortment of gag gifts and
practical items, like clothes, sat around him on the floor.  Jake had been
polite of course, but seemed impatient, as if her were expecting something
else, something better.  Tom smiled to himself.

Jake was a great kid.  A decent student, never in any major trouble, beyond
what one would expect from a teen.  And he was an outstanding athlete.  He
stood 6 feet two inch es already, and weighed 245 pounds.  He had been
playing varsity football since he was fifteen, due to his amazing size and
speed.  Plus, he was ruggedly good-looking.

Yes, he was a good kid.  And Tom knew serious trouble was just around the
corner, unless he acted fast.  Hence his present, which he intended to give
his son after the other boys left.

An hour later, they were cleaning-up after the party, and Jake kept
throwing expectant glances at his father, to Tom's amusement.  He knew what
Jake really wanted, and he was enjoying prolonging the suspense.

"Son, when you finish those dishes, why don't you give me a hand in the
garage?"  Jake's face fell.

"Oh...OK."

Tom went into the garage and waited.  Soon Jake appeared, and his eyes
nearly fell out of his head when he saw the classic two-seater Camaro that
was waiting for him.

"Dad!  For me?"  Tom Laughed.

"Of course for you.  What would I need with it?"

Jake hugged his dad, picking him up in his big arms and twirling around.

"Enough already! Check it out."  Jake moved around the car, inspecting it
from every angle.  Tom had deliberately gotten a two-seater so a minimum of
Jake's friends could go joy riding in it at any one time.

"Don't you want to see how you fit in it?"

Jake opened the driver's side door and started to get in, when he suddenly
jumped back out.

"Dad!  There's somebody in there!"

"That's right.  He's a part of your present too."

Jake peered back into the car.  In the passenger seat sat a boy; but he was
not like any boy Jake had ever seen.  Long blond hair fell in waves to his
shoulders.  His face was beautiful, from the big blue eyes to the full,
sensual lips.  But most amazing of all, his chest was capped by a pair of
beautiful breasts that stretched the silky shirt he wore to its limit.
Deep cleavage was visible in the plunging V-neck collar.  He spoke, in a
soft, sexy voice:

"Hi Jake.  Happy birthday."

Jake backed away and looked at his dad.

"You got me a titboy?"

"That's right, son.  A stud your age needs a sexual outlet.  I don't want
to see you fall victim to some girl who is just trying to snag herself a
meal ticket.  This way, you can have all the fun you want, and not have to
worry about pregnancy or disease.  He's all yours."

"But...you can't buy people, dad!"

"Of course not.  I have a contract with him.  I will pay all his living and
education expenses so long as you choose to keep him.  So he has an
incentive to please you."

"But...but I'm not into guys!"

Tom laughed.  "No offense son, but that bulge in your pants begs to
differ."

Sure enough, Jake's prodigious cock was straining against his jeans, and
had been since he caught sight of those amazing knockers.

"Just give him a week, son.  If you don't want him after that, you don't
have to keep him."

Jake didn't know what to say.  He had never thought in terms of a boy in
his life, but there was no denying this boy was hot.

"Okay...I'll give it a try."

"That's my boy."

An hour later, Jake and his boy, who he learned was named Timmy, were
parked on a bluff overlooking the city.  It was a traditional "make-out"
spot for high school kids, though they were alone that night.  Shyly, Timmy
slid over to Jake, who put his beefy arm around him.  Timmy placed his hand
on Jake's thigh and began to stroke him.  Jake's cock swelled in response.
He turned and looked at Timmy

"I...I don't know how to... to be with a guy...like this."

Timmy smiled.  "That's OK.  I do."

He undid the buttons on Jake's fly and reached in, pulling out the thick
meat.

"Oh Jake...you're so big!"

Jake's chest puffed up proudly.  "Yeah?"

"Oh gosh, yes.  I'm so lucky to be your boy."  The shaft swelled to its
full nine inches.  Timmy's hand looked small and delicate wrapped around
the thick shaft.  Timmy pulled out Jake's balls as well.

"Oh, wow...you are so much man!"

Jake was getting very worked-up.  He loved his big genitals, and having
this pretty boy praise them was making him hot.

"Can I see your tits, babe?"

"Of course.  They're yours too, after all."  Timmy pulled off the clinging
shirt.

"Holy shit!" Jake exclaimed.  The two perfect spheres seemed to have been
modeled on the fantasies that ran through his mind each night when he
jacked-off.  He reached out and cupped them in his hands, rubbing the
sensitive nipples with his thumbs.  Timmy moaned.

"Oh, Jake...please suck them!"

Jake didn't have to be asked twice.  He took one of the tits into his
mouth, sucking and nibbling at it, then switched to the other one.  Timmy
moaned and fell back onto the seat, Jake following him down.  Back and
forth he went between the breasts, then burying his face between them,
licking upward until he was face to face with a flushed and panting Timmy.
They gazed into each other's eyes, and then Jake pressed his mouth over
Timmy's, his tongue pushing in.  Timmy sucked at the invading tongue,
wrappi ng his legs around Jake's waist.

Jake raised up and pushed forward, bringing his raging hard-on between
Timmy's boobs.  Timmy squeezed them together with his hands, and Jake began
to thrust, the breasts forming a warm, inviting trough.  As he fucked
Timmy's chest harder and harder, the head of his organ reached Timmy's
lips, and he began to kiss it, then lick it, as pre-cum oozed out,
lubricating his chest.  With a final lunge, Jake roared, and a blast of
thick, ropy sperm shot out of his cock and into Timmy's open mouth, then
another and another until his orgasm subsided.

As they drove home, Timmy sat beside Jake, holding his now only half-hard
penis lovingly, his head resting against Jake's strong shoulder.

"I think this is gonna workout just fine..." Jake sighed.