Brian sat impatiently on the green bench, fidgeting in anticipation and excitement. He quickly checked his phone for the time yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the utter metre for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his fingers along the signature red watch bracelet over his left wrist, which let men in the area know he was 'working'. His auricle perked up when he heard some noises off in the distance, a gruntle rustling in the Dubya. Brian smiled slightly, knowing somebody else must be doing just what he was about to do now.



He thought about that picture game he wanted, the one all the other kids at schoolhouse were talking about. But at 14, he was too young to sustain a job, and too old to convince his parents to buy matter for him anymore. More job and the vista of getting an actual job was n't exactly toothsome to him, so he went browsing on the internet for a upright way to make money. After finding some questionable web sites with some not-so-mainstream proposition, he decided that this was the upright way for him to make a straightaway buck. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped.



Looking down and running his eyes over his legato petite physical structure, he double checked himself to name indisputable his outfit was in decree. He lifted his butt and adjusted the short black pleated doll hitched tightly to his shank, which barely concealed the small red G-string that clung tightly to his quiet boy parts and wedged right between his firm butt cheeks. The fabric felt amazing against his cutis, as did the light piece of cake across his easy, freshly-shaven legs. The black heels strapped to his feet were slightly uncomfortable and difficult to walk in, but they looked cracking on him.



As his middle adjusted to the dark and moved back up above his shank, he could n't help but run his hands up his flat, exposed tummy. The tight knock spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his sister was just small enough that it showed his midriff when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the melanise padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissues to break him a slight bust. Cupping his role player bureau in his hands, Brian let out a soft moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this region would like it as much as he did.



Flicking his glossa across his lips, he tasted the brilliantly, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty lips. He went easy on the make-up, trying not to look too trashy, instead shooting for a more naturally feminine look. Brian 's own gentle feature, which were often the prey of school bullies, tonight would work to his vantage. Just some light mascara to accent his eye and the lip gloss was all it took to bring out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the third gear fourth dimension tonight, he heard some light footsteps coming down the way toward his bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his legs and trying to appear casual for care of someone formula coming this way. His heart fluttered as an old man came into view, clearly uptight and queasy. Brian 's heart began pounding in his chest, both from unquiet anticipation and strange excitement. He turned and smiled softly at the man, whose darkened silhouette was coming into thought.



The man bit his lower lip and swallowed hard, his eyes clearly roaming over the untested tart before him. With a final breath, he sat down next to Brian, averting his eyes. Brian followed his every move, turning slightly to his potential client of the Nox to shew off a little more. He waited patiently for a arcminute, trying to let the man calm his nerves. Finally, he glanced over and smiled at Brian, his face slightly flushed.



'' Um.. hi, '' he practically stammered. Brian smiled wider and scooted finisher, keeping his voice low so as not to fathom too boyish.



'' Hiya, Mister. '' A gentle groan escaped the senior man 's backtalk, clearly turned on by the overall software. His eyes moved to the red bracelet around Brian 's thin wrist, reaching out tentatively to rub his quarter round over it. He glanced around cautiously before leaning in and practically whispering `` Are ... are you.. working ? ``



Brian let out a soft girlish giggle, placing his smaller hand on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the tactile sensation, a bulge growing across the forepart of his pants. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's simple reply.



The man visibly swallowed hard and spread his knee joint a niggling, no longer making any attempt to conceal his fervor. His magnanimous hand rested over Brian 's low girly one, and he leaned in end, his breath smelling of alcoholic beverage. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's handwriting squeezed his customer 's second joint softly, slowly tracing small-scale circles along it with his fingertips, trying to boost the man 's self-assurance in his decision. `` That 's ok. I 'm very discreet, '' Brian cooed.



His centre seeming to light up, the alien smiled and took a rich breather. He seemed to write himself, taking one hold out quick looking around the parkland before leaning in finisher and grumble, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to pour on the marketing, Brian shifted his position so he had one leg tucked under his butt and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his padded chest against the stranger 's arm and pushing his hand between the man 's thighs, cupping his bulge. His interpreter was low, but he made no exploit to hide his own excitement. `` I 'll imbibe your cock for a hundred sawhorse, daddy. ``



The man shook at the commentary, his bulge bump and straining against Brian 's hand. He quickly reached for his wallet, but Brian laid his hand over the man 's to lay off him. Glancing around, he smiled and leaned close to his ear, whispering softly `` Not here, daddy. Follow me. ``



Brian did his best to stand up without creating a tent under his skirt, his own fervour straining the fabric of the panties underneath it. He held his new friend 's deal as he stood, and soon felt a gentle tug as it was used to support the larger man that stood next to him. He, however, made no such attempt to hide his excrescence, the stocky appendage outlined clearly through his pants. Gripping his hand, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the bushes behind the bench, leading the man a suddenly distance to a very small, cloistered spot among the foliage.



There was very lilliputian Light Within, and the solitary sound was a delicate breeze rustling through the offset above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new client, reaching out to cup his script over the bulge in his gasp. He watched anxiously as the stranger reached again into his pocketbook and extracted a unmarried $ 100 bill. He held it up in his hand, appearing to contemplate for a second. His eyes ran over the unretentive skirt around Brian 's hips, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A belittled smile crept across Brian 's sass at the motion. He lifted his dame, flashing his own package neatly tucked into the thong. The principal was already peeking out, so Brian made no move to hide it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the lowly triangle of fabric down to let his boyhood bounce out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a small set of freshly-shaved chunk, but its fat head and fluid texture complimented the feminine feeling nicely. The stranger groaned in approving, quickly handing the crossdressed boy his money.



Quickly taking the bill and stuffing it into his bra, Brian calmly slipped to his articulatio genus and reached up to iron out his work force against the man 's pants. He wasted no meter and began undoing them, not wanting to quell out any farsighted than he had to ; his parents could notice at any instant that he was missing. As he unzipped the pants before him, a pair of blueing shorts with a noticeable wet spot across the front came into view. Pulling the stranger 's drawers down just enough for access, he next tugged down the blue boxers and smiled as an average-looking cock spring out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit longer than his own, but pleasantly duncical and with a long vein running along its length. The circumcised head was smeared with shiny, steamy precum, with a dribble of it already flowing from the very tip.



The boy smiled up at the man and licked his backtalk, sliding a paw up and wrapping his finger around the scape. `` Nice cock, daddy '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the thick manhood in his hand. The man simply grunted in response, his eyes locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, thankful that it was a accomplishable size of it ; yet he secretly lusted for a larger one, thrilled at the foul thoughts running through his own head. But this one would have to do, money was money after all.



Without hesitation, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the shaft into his mouth. Clamping his sassing just under the ring under the head, he then swirled his tongue over the nous. The man let out a moan of pleasure, and his cock responded by swelling and releasing a steady stream of precum over the fond tongue that enveloped it. The precum was so unfermented that Brian took a second base to lick the tip clean before pushing down an inch, starting to bob up and down on the man 's cock. His sassing wrapped tightly around the prick, and he sucked gently each meter he pulled back toward the head. In no time the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a pass hand on the boy 's head.



pickings more and More of the delicious putz into his rima oris, Brian soon felt the psyche thumping against the dorsum of his throat. digit curled in his fuzz and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to reserve the head to pop into his throat. The rest of the meaty putz slipped right into his sassing, balls now resting on his chin. He swallowed knockout and resisted the impulse to gag, glancing up at the owner of the cock buried in his mouth.



The man was glaring down at him, his eyes starting to glass over in lecherousness. His voice was voiced but strained. `` sanctum shit ... suck that cock, you little slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his pelvic arch forward to thrust slightly into Brian 's mouth in calendar method with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's eyes started to water as he looked up at the man, working along his length with his backtalk and pharynx. He slipped a hand under the balls that bounced off his mentum and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his throat was used strictly for his partner 's pleasure.



Spit began to drool down Brian 's Chin and cake the balls that smacked against them. He could see the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his pace only seemed to vivify. `` You like Daddy 's big pecker, little boy ? '' The dirty lecture coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the Young son of a bitch wild. His own erecting leaked precum all the way down his shaft, making it shimmer in the dim light. Brian resisted the itch to touch himself and focused on pleasuring his client instead.



As the teenager teased his new Daddy with his script and backtalk, he was greeted by a backbreaking poking into his mouth. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nose as the psyche was just as quickly tugged from his throat. His digit curled behind the man 's balls, pressing on the spot just behind his sack. He hummed softly over the head as it dragged across his tongue, More sweet precum coating it and mixing with his own tongue. His tongue flicked across the very tip, causing a sharp oink to release from the man 's rim. The cock was pulled from his sassing, leaving his painted sassing with an hearable 'pop'.



'' Tell daddy how old you are, small slut. '' The dirty man stood over him, panting and grunting as he furiously pumped his slip pecker in his hand. Brian smiled up at him and circulate his articulatio genus wider, giving the man a good look at the prick between his smooth legs, as if to confirm once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, dada, '' Brian eked out in the most womanly voice he could muster. No Sooner had he spoken those whole caboodle and opened his mouth that Daddy began to buck and grunt. His heavyset hammer throbbed and erupted long spurts of white gooey cum all over the boy 's face. He quickly shut his eyes, feeling the thick fluid ground all over his side and stick to his skin. Some of it landed in his lip and over his clapper, more dribbling down his chin.



Brian opened one eye and glanced up just as the man was working the lastly dip of cum over his perky pseud chest, getting spots of cum onto his top and chest. The spent alien panted and almost fell backwards as his knee buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to steady himself, struggling not to fall over in post-coital bliss and exhaustion. He managed a weakened smile down at the cum-covered teenager, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated pantywaist wiped some of the seed from his brass and smeared it across his top, he watched in mild entertainment as the man fumbled with his boxers and pangs. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to amass his nervus as his stopcock was tucked back safely into the confines of his Boxer. `` Wow, that was ... that was amaze. Are you really 14 ? '' he asked, looking curiously over the boy.



Brian simply nodded and tried to giggle girlishly, flicking his tongue across his lips to lick them clean. The man let out another soft groan, seeming to blush as he realized what a dirty matter he had just done. He reached for his wallet and produced a $ 20 throwaway, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right future to the first, being heedful not to touch the cum peppered over his skin and clothing. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled all-encompassing to thank the generous man, watching as he turned and made his way out of the dense President Bush and into the night. Just as the man was out of sight, Brian reached between his smooth second joint and furiously stroked his own throbbing prick. He cupped one of his trudge breasts in his other deal, feeling drops of cum against his fingers. He whimpered softly, feeling his orchis tighten as his unit body ached for release.



His knees spread wide, back arching and principal tilting back as his smooth Whitney Young cock released, sending thick long ropes of cum flying out. It landed in slim streams across the grass, the live of it leaking out over his fingers, panties, and dame. The pocket-sized topographic point was quite a kettle of fish with a salmagundi of his and the customer 's cum.



As the adrenaline rush of the coming upon washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining scanty and attempting to smooth out his gluey outfit. He licked his fingers clean of his own remnants of cum before reaching into the bra and producing his hard-earned money. He giggled when he saw a bar of cum across one of the bills, wondering if anyone would distrust how he got it when he finally went to drop it .