Brian sat impatiently on the car park terrace, fidgeting in anticipation and excitement. He quickly checked his phone for the time yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the perfect time for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his digit along the key signature red bracelet over his leftover wrist, which let men in the expanse know he was 'working'. His ear perked up when he heard some randomness off in the distance, a gentle whispering in the bushes. Brian smiled slightly, knowing somebody else must be doing just what he was about to do now.



He thought about that video plot he wanted, the one all the early tike at schoolhouse were talking about. But at 14, he was too new to have a job, and too old to convince his parents to buy things for him anymore. Sir Thomas More chores and the prognosis of getting an real job was n't exactly palatable to him, so he went browsing on the cyberspace for a better way to make money. After finding some refutable web sites with some not-so-mainstream suggestions, he decided that this was the best way for him to pee a quick buck. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped.



Looking down and running his eye over his tranquil petite soundbox, he double checked himself to make certain his outfit was in Holy Order. He lifted his butt and adjusted the myopic melanise pleated dame hitched tightly to his waist, which barely concealed the small red thong that clung tightly to his smooth boy parts and wedged right field between his house butt face. The fabric felt amazing against his cutis, as did the light breeze across his soft, freshly-shaven legs. The black heels strapped to his infantry were slightly uncomfortable and difficult to take the air in, but they looked not bad on him.



As his eyes adjusted to the dark and moved back up above his waistline, he could n't help but run his hands up his flat, exposed tum. The rigorous pinkish spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his sister was just pocket-size enough that it showed his middle when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the inkiness padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissues to give him a slight bout. Cupping his fake chest in his hands, Brian let out a soft moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this area would like it as much as he did.



Flicking his clapper across his brim, he tasted the promising, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty lips. He went wanton on the make-up, trying not to face too cheap, instead shooting for a more naturally feminine feeling. Brian 's own soft lineament, which were often the quarry of school bullies, tonight would bring to his advantage. Just some sluttish mascara to stress his heart and the lip colour was all it took to bring out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the third gear clock time tonight, he heard some light footsteps coming down the path toward his bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his peg and trying to seem casual for fear of someone pattern coming this way. His affectionateness fluttered as an older man came into view, clearly restive and nervous. Brian 's heart began pounding in his bureau, both from nervous anticipation and unknown excitement. He turned and smiled softly at the man, whose darkened silhouette was coming into view.



The man bit his lower lip and swallowed hard, his center clearly roaming over the young fancy woman before him. With a last breath, he sat down side by side to Brian, averting his eyes. Brian followed his every move, turning slightly to his potential customer of the night to usher off a little more. He waited patiently for a hour, trying to let the man calm his face. Finally, he glanced over and smiled at Brian, his nerve slightly flushed.



'' Um.. hi, '' he practically stammered. Brian smiled wider and scooted closer, keeping his part low so as not to sound too boyish.



'' Hiya, Mr. '' A indulgent moan escaped the older man 's sassing, clearly turned on by the boilersuit package. His heart moved to the red bracelet around Brian 's thin wrist, reaching out tentatively to rub his ovolo 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 second joint. He practically jumped from the touch, a bulge growing across the front of his pants. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's simple reply.



The man visibly swallowed hard and spread his articulatio genus a trivial, no longer making any campaign to hide his excitement. His large hand rested over Brian 's smaller girly one, and he leaned in close, his breath smell of alcohol. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's hand squeezed his client 's second joint softly, slowly tracing small circles along it with his fingertips, trying to boost the man 's sureness in his decision. `` That 's ok. I 'm very discreet, '' Brian cooed.



His heart seeming to light up, the stranger smiled and took a deep breathing place. He seemed to compose himself, taking one last quick look around the park before leaning in closer and grumble, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to pour out on the marketing, Brian shifted his side so he had one leg tucked under his butt and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his padded chest of drawers against the stranger 's arm and pushing his manus between the man 's thighs, cupping his bulge. His vox was low, but he made no endeavour to hide his own excitement. `` I 'll take in your putz for a one C Pearl Buck, papa. ``



The man shook at the scuttlebutt, his gibbosity swelling and straining against Brian 's script. He quickly reached for his notecase, but Brian laid his hand over the man 's to block up him. Glancing around, he smiled and leaned close to his ear, whispering softly `` Not here, dada. Follow me. ``



Brian did his best to stand up up without creating a collapsible shelter under his wench, his own excitement straining the textile of the panties underneath it. He held his new friend 's hand 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 jut, the thick fellow member outlined clearly through his pants. Gripping his manus, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the bushes behind the bench, leading the man a short space to a very small, withdraw spot among the foliage.



There was very little luminance, and the only when sound was a soft breeze rustling through the branches above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new client, reaching out to cup his paw over the bulge in his bloomers. He watched anxiously as the alien reached again into his wallet and extracted a individual $ 100 throwaway. He held it up in his hand, appearing to contemplate for a second. His eyes ran over the abruptly skirt around Brian 's coxa, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A belittled smile crept across Brian 's lips at the question. He lifted his chick, flashing his own package neatly tucked into the lash. The nous was already peeking out, so Brian made no motility to conceal it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the small triangle of fabric down to let his boyhood saltation out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a small-scale set of freshly-shaved testis, but its fat headland and smooth grain complimented the feminine feeling nicely. The stranger groaned in approval, quickly handing the crossdressed boy his money.



Quickly taking the bill and stuffing it into his bra, Brian calmly slipped to his knee and reached up to iron out his deal against the man 's bloomers. He wasted no sentence and began undoing them, not wanting to persist out any longer than he had to ; his parents could point out at any moment that he was missing. As he unzipped the pants before him, a couplet of drab boxers with a noticeable wet stain across the front came into view. Pulling the stranger 's pants down just enough for access, he next tugged down the blue boxers and smiled as an average-looking tool spring out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit longer than his own, but pleasantly thick and with a long vein running along its length. The circumcised head was smeared with shiny, viscous precum, with a dribble of it already flowing from the very tip.



The boy smiled up at the man and licked his rim, sliding a script up and wrapping his fingers around the shaft. `` Nice cock, daddy '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the thick manhood in his helping hand. The man simply grunted in reception, his eyes locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, grateful that it was a manageable size ; yet he secretly lusted for a great one, thrilled at the cheating opinion running through his own caput. But this one would sustain to do, money was money after all.



Without indisposition, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the dick into his mouth. Clamping his lips just under the ring under the headway, he then swirled his tongue over the school principal. The man let out a moan of pleasance, and his cock responded by swelling and releasing a steady flow of precum over the warm glossa that enveloped it. The precum was so sweet that Brian took a second to work out the tip clean and jerk before pushing down an inch, starting to bob up and down on the man 's rooster. His lip wrapped tightly around the shaft, and he sucked gently each clock time he pulled back toward the head. In no time the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a point hand on the boy 's head.



taking more and more than of the delectable cock into his rima oris, Brian soon felt the head thumping against the book binding of his throat. fingerbreadth curled in his hair and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to allow the read/write head to pop into his throat. The balance of the meaty pecker slipped right into his sassing, musket ball now resting on his chin. He swallowed hard and resisted the urge to gag, glancing up at the proprietor of the cock buried in his mouth.



The man was glaring down at him, his oculus starting to glaze over in lecherousness. His voice was subdued but strained. `` Holy shit ... suck that dick, you little slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his hip joint forward to lunge slightly into Brian 's sass in rhythm with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's eye started to water supply as he looked up at the man, working along his length with his mouth and throat. He slipped a hand under the egg that bounced off his chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his pharynx was used strictly for his better half 's pleasure.



Spit began to dribble down Brian 's Chin and coat the balls that smacked against them. He could hear the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his pace only seemed to quicken. `` You like pa 's big hammer, little boy ? '' The dirty talk coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the unseasoned SOB natural state. His own erection leaked precum all the way down his jibe, making it shimmer in the dim firing. Brian resisted the itch to adjoin himself and focused on pleasuring his client instead.



As the teen teased his new Daddy with his hand and oral fissure, he was greeted by a unvoiced drive into his mouth. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nose as the head was just as quickly tugged from his throat. His fingers curled behind the man 's musket ball, pressing on the spot just behind his sack. He hummed softly over the head as it dragged across his lingua, more honeyed precum coating it and mixing with his own spittle. His knife flicked across the very tip, causing a piercing oink to let go of from the man 's sass. The tool was pulled from his sass, leaving his painted backtalk with an hearable 'pop'.



'' Tell daddy how old you are, footling slut. '' The dirty man stood over him, panting and grunting as he furiously pumped his slick shaft in his hand. Brian smiled up at him and spread his human knee wider, giving the man a good look at the cock between his smooth legs, as if to confirm once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, daddy, '' Brian eked out in the most feminine vocalisation he could muster. No Oklahoman had he spoken those works and opened his back talk that Daddy began to buck and grunt. His thick cock throbbed and erupted yearn spurts of Stanford White gooey cum all over the boy 's face. He quickly shut his eyes, feeling the thick fluid land all over his face and marijuana cigarette to his skin. Some of it landed in his mouth and over his tongue, more dribbling down his chin.



Brian opened one eye and glanced up just as the man was working the last drops of cum over his buoyant fraud chest, getting spots of cum onto his top and bureau. The washed-out stranger panted and almost fell backwards as his knees buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to stabilise himself, struggling not to hang over in post-coital blissfulness and exhaustion. He managed a weakened smile down at the cum-covered teenager, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated sissy wiped some of the seminal fluid from his face and smeared it across his top, he watched in mild amusement as the man fumbled with his boxers and pang. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to garner his nerves as his peter was tucked back safely into the confines of his underdrawers. `` Wow, that was ... that was astonishing. Are you really 14 ? '' he asked, looking curiously over the boy.



Brian simply nodded and tried to titter girlishly, flicking his tongue across his lips to work them fair. The man let out another soft moan, seeming to blush as he realized what a sordid thing he had just done. He reached for his wallet and produced a $ 20 visor, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right succeeding to the for the first time, being careful not to touch the cum peppered over his pelt and vesture. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled all-inclusive to thank the generous man, watching as he turned and made his way out of the dense bushes and into the Nox. Just as the man was out of ken, Brian reached between his placid thigh and furiously stroked his own throbbing cock. He cupped one of his trudge breasts in his other bridge player, feeling drop curtain of cum against his digit. He whimpered softly, feeling his globe tighten as his whole organic structure ached for release.



His knees spread wide, gage arching and top dog tilting back as his smooth young cock released, sending midst yearn forget me drug of cum flying out. It landed in dilute streams across the grass, the last of it leaking out over his fingers, pantie, and skirt. The low situation was quite a mess with a miscellany of his and the client 's cum.



As the epinephrine rush of the encounter washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining pantie and attempting to smooth out his sticky getup. 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 streak of cum across one of the pecker, wondering if anyone would mistrust how he got it when he finally went to spend it .