Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2009 20:39:41 -0700
From: pm1954@hushmail.com
Subject: Happy Birthday, Jake; Part Two

Timmy stood beneath the spray of Jake's shower, in the bathroom connected
to his bedroom.  The warm water coursed over his body, washing away the
traces of their first sexual contact.  He tried to organize his thoughts,
but his feelings kept interfering.

As a titboy, this was the most important night of his life.  It was the
night he could guarantee his future.  He had to make sure Jake wanted and
needed him so much, no girl could take him away.  Certainly the first
episode was a success.  But a stud like Jake needed more than tit fucking.
Timmy had to prove to him that he could satisfy every desire he could
possibly have.  He owed it to Jake's father, he owed it to himself; but
most of all, he was beginning to feel, he owed it to Jake.

He was trying to keep a clear head.  This night was too important to let
emotions take over.  But it wasn't easy.  The same treatments that gave
Timmy his wonderful breasts also gave him the sex drive and desires of a
woman and man combined.  He had been saving himself for his eventual
"client;" and the cumulative need had grown to be almost overwhelming.  And
now that he had met Jake, and tasted him, and smelled him, he felt himself
to belong utterly to this boy, so young, and yet so much a man too.

In short, he had fallen in love.  And that was dangerous, because what if
to Jake, Timmy was just a curiosity, a toy to be used then tossed away?
Timmy didn't think he could bear that now.  He just HAD to make Jake love
him.

Having cleaned himself well, inside and out, Jake wrapped a bath towel
around his body, holding it closed in front of his bosom.  He entered
Jake's bedroom and walked to the bed.  Jake was watching him intently, the
blankets up under his chin.  With his manly body thus covered, he seemed
more boyish than usual, and Timmy realized just how young and inexperienced
he really was.  "I can handle this," he thought to himself.  He dropped the
towel, and Jake gasped.

Seen in the soft light of the bedside lamp, Timmy's beautiful body seemed
to glow with an inner light.  His hair, still damp, fell in golden curls
around his face.  His slender legs curved gracefully up to his full, round
bottom.  His small penis and testicles peeked out from a nest of yellow
gossamer.  His tiny waist led the eye up to the twin glories of his chest.
Each breast was perfectly round, and stood out from the ribcage with no
sag, defying gravity.  They were crowned with nipples as soft and pink as
rosebuds.  Jake's mouth hung open in awe.

Timmy slid into the bed and cuddled up to Jake's strong body.  The musky
scent from his armpits filled Timmy's nostrils, and he couldn't help but
moan a bit.  He gently began to lick the skin of Jake's chest, circling a
nipple with his sensuous lips, suckling like a baby.  He ran his fingers
through the patch of fur that grew between Jakes big pectoral muscles.
Jake sighed and wrapped one beefy arm around Timmy's frame.  "I could die
right now and be happy," Timmy thought.  But he remembered his purpose
tonight, and slid down Jake's torso, tonguing the navel, then burying his
pert nose in Jake's abundant bush, breathing deeply.  A rush of pheromones
hit his brain, and his desires increased.

Throwing off the covers, Timmy moved between Jake's big thighs and began to
lap at his scrotum.  The generous testicles inside seemed alive, moving
around as Timmy paid his oral respects to the source of all that was Jake.
He sucked one big orb into his mouth, then the other as Jake kept up a
running commentary:

"Oh, babe...that's so hot...oh yeah, now the other one...aaaah..."

Timmy then moved up the rock-hard shaft of Jake's organ, licking, kissing,
and nibbling, until he reached the great purple head.  A large glob of
pre-cum was perched in the lips, and he slurped it into his mouth
gratefully.  Opening as wide as he could, he engulfed the glans, running
the edge of his teeth along the sensitive ridge, sending pulses of
sensation through Jake's nervous system.  Then, in a bravura display of
sexual skill, he plunged down on the shaft, swallowing it into his
esophagus, taking it all he way to the root in one motion.

"Ah, shit!  Goddamn!  Baby!  How do you do that?  Ah, fuck!"

Jake's vocabulary may have been limited, but his enthusiasm made up for it.
Timmy bobbed up and down, over and over until he felt Jake's balls rising
and his breath becoming labored.  He pulled off of the big cock.

"Babe!  I was so close!  Why'd you stop?"

Timmy fixed him with the witchy look of a gay boy in rut.

"Because I'm not here to just be your cocksucker, Jake.  Any bitch could do
that for you.  I'm here to give myself to you...completely."

Jake stared, and his youth was made clear in that look, which seemed almost
frightened.

Timmy reached under the bed, where he had stowed some lubricant and applied
it to Jake's overexcited organ.  It glistened in the light, like some
ancient totem of masculinity.  Timmy straddled Jake, and held the bloated
cock in one hand, positioning it against the lips of his virgin boy-pussy.
He began to descend on it.  At last Jake understood.

"Timmy...you don't have to do this.  I mean, I don't think you should.  I'm
awful big, and you might hurt yourself.  I know Dad kind-of hired you for
this, and I'm grateful, but...oh, fuuuuuck!"

Jake's protestations were cut-off by the sensation of his phallus breaching
Timmy's anal ring, which snapped tightly beneath the glans.  Timmy was in
pain...but he was determined not to show it.  However, he did stop for a
moment and take several deep breaths.

"You don't understand, Jake.  I need this.  This is what I'm for.  If I
don't feel you deep inside me soon, I'll go crazy."  And as he said these
words, he knew them to be true.

Willing his internal muscles to relax, he continued his descent.  For the
first time, he felt a man's love-muscle pass over that special place inside
him, and that removed the last of his fear.  The final inches entered him,
and he was finally joined to his man, completely.  He could feel the soft
curls of Jake's bush tickling the lips of his pussy, and Jake's heartbeat
pulsing deep in his belly.  Overcome, he lay forward on Jake's chest,
kissing it, rubbing his breasts against it.

""How does it feel, Jake?"

"I don't know how to describe it...but it's perfect.  I wish I were a poet
right now, babe."

Timmy giggled.  "I don't need a poet, lover.  Just show me how you feel."

Jake suddenly rolled over on top of Timmy, hooking his knees over Jake's
broad shoulders.  He clamped his mouth on the beautiful boy's, and as their
tongues danced together, Jake began to explore Timmy's inner regions with
his cock.  Grinding his hips into the boy, corkscrewing his cock in the
channel, then thrusting, gently at first, then with greater urgency.  Soon
the bonding of two boys in heat was being consummated, and as Jake's
excitement rose to a fever pitch, Timmy felt something new to him.  It
began as warmth in his extremities that spread all through his body.  His
breathing became erratic, his moans became more like screams, and he
suddenly was in the throes of an orgasm like nothing he had ever
experienced.  The pervasiveness of a female climax combined with the
intensity of the male, it wracked him with pleasure so intense it was
almost unbearable.

From somewhere outside his bliss he heard Jake's cries of joy, and then
felt the great flood of semen erupt in his belly.  Jake's gift of love
seemed to go on and on, but Timmy was soon unconscious.

"Babe?  Timmy?  Are you OK?"

Coming back to reality, Timmy heard the gentle concern in Jake's voice.  He
opened his eyes, and saw the handsome face gazing at him, his strong hands
stroking through Timmy's damp curls.  Timmy smiled.

"Yes, Jake; I am more than OK."  He wrapped his slender arms around Jake's
big back and held him tightly.  "You may be the greatest lover in the
history of the world," he whispered into Jake's ear.  Jake raised up and
looked at him.

"Really? I was that good?"  Timmy felt a wave of love pass over him.  Such
a boy...and yet, so much man.

"Yes, my love; you were that good."

Jake's smiled with relief and wrapped Timmy in this arms again.  Soon he
was snoring gently, his organ still deep in Timmy's new boygina.  Timmy had
a feeling there would be several more fuckings that night, and that was
just fine with him.  A wave of contentment settled over him.

"He's mine now," he thought.  "And I am his."