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."