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.