Brian sat impatiently on the park bench, fidgeting in anticipation and excitement. He quickly checked his speech sound for the fourth dimension yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the perfect clip for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his fingerbreadth along the signature red watchband over his left radiocarpal joint, which let men in the area know he was 'working'. His auricle perked up when he heard some stochasticity off in the space, a gentle rustling in the bushes. Brian smiled slightly, knowing person else must be doing just what he was about to do now.



He thought about that video plot he wanted, the one all the former Kyd at schoolhouse were talking about. But at 14, he was too Danton True Young to get a job, and too old to win over his parents to buy things for him anymore. More chores and the prognosis of getting an actual job was n't exactly palatable to him, so he went browsing on the internet for a better way to pull in money. After finding some questionable web sites with some not-so-mainstream hint, he decided that this was the best way for him to make water a quick Buck. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped.



Looking down and running his center over his fluid petite body, he double checked himself to cause sure enough his rig was in Order. He lifted his buns and adjusted the short inkiness pleated skirt hitched tightly to his shank, which barely concealed the small red G-string that clung tightly to his tranquil boy piece and wedged rightfulness between his firm butt buttock. The material felt amazing against his skin, as did the light picnic across his flaccid, freshly-shaven ramification. The melanize heels strapped to his feet were slightly uncomfortable and hard to walk in, but they looked great on him.



As his eyes adjusted to the night and moved back up above his waistline, he could n't help but run his hands up his flat, debunk tummy. The tight garden pink spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his baby was just small enough that it showed his midriff when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the smuggled padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissues to hold him a rebuff bust. Cupping his imposter chest in his hands, Brian let out a piano moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this sphere would like it as much as he did.



Flicking his tongue across his lips, he tasted the brilliant, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty lips. He went easy on the constitution, trying not to look too trashy, instead shooting for a more naturally feminine look. Brian 's own soft feature of speech, which were often the target of schooltime bully, tonight would function to his advantage. Just some light mascara to accent his middle and the lip glossiness was all it took to land out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the third time tonight, he heard some light footsteps coming down the path toward his bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his legs and trying to appear casual for fear of individual rule coming this way. His heart and soul fluttered as an Old man came into view, clearly edgy and nervous. Brian 's meat began pounding in his chest, both from nervous anticipation and strange excitement. He turned and smiled softly at the man, whose darkened silhouette was coming into aspect.



The man bit his lower lip and swallowed hard, his optic clearly roaming over the vernal tart before him. With a final breathing spell, he sat down succeeding to Brian, averting his middle. Brian followed his every move, turning slightly to his potential difference customer of the night to show off a little more. He waited patiently for a hour, 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 secretive, keeping his vox low so as not to sound too boyish.



'' Hiya, Mr.. '' A soft groan escaped the older man 's lips, clearly turned on by the boilers suit package. His oculus moved to the red bracelet around Brian 's thinly carpus, reaching out tentatively to rub his thumb over it. He glanced around cautiously before leaning in and practically whispering `` Are ... are you.. working ? ``



Brian let out a voiced girlish giggle, placing his diminished hand on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the touch sensation, a hump growing across the forepart of his knickers. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's simple reply.



The man visibly swallowed heavily and spread his articulatio genus a niggling, no longer making any effort to hide his excitement. His large deal rested over Brian 's smaller girly one, and he leaned in closing curtain, his breath smelling of alcohol. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



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



His oculus seeming to dismount up, the stranger smiled and took a oceanic abyss breather. He seemed to pen himself, taking one finis quick look around the green before leaning in closer and murmur, `` 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 lard thorax 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 effort to enshroud his own agitation. `` I 'll suck your stopcock for a C dollar bill, daddy. ``



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



Brian did his best to remain firm up without creating a tent under his skirt, 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 aristocratic tug as it was used to fend for the larger man that stood next to him. He, however, made no such endeavour to hide his bulge, the thick member outlined clearly through his bloomers. Gripping his hand, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the bushes behind the bench, leading the man a short distance to a very small, secluded spot among the foliage.



There was very little Light, and the but 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 helping hand over the protuberance in his bloomers. He watched anxiously as the stranger reached again into his wallet and extracted a single $ 100 bill. He held it up in his handwriting, appearing to study for a second. His center ran over the short-circuit skirt around Brian 's hips, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A small smiling crept across Brian 's lip at the question. He lifted his skirt, flashing his own software package neatly tucked into the G-string. The head was already peeking out, so Brian made no motion to hide it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the small triangle of material down to let his boyhood spring out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a small set of freshly-shaved balls, but its fat head word and smooth texture complimented the feminine looking nicely. The stranger groaned in approval, quickly handing the crossdressed boy his money.



Quickly taking the flyer and stuffing it into his bra, Brian calmly slipped to his knees and reached up to squeeze his hands against the man 's pants. He wasted no clock time and began undoing them, not wanting to stick out any long than he had to ; his parents could notice at any moment that he was missing. As he unzipped the pants before him, a pair of blue boxers with a noticeable wet spot across the front came into view. Pulling the stranger 's pants down just enough for access, he next tugged down the dreary boxers and smiled as an average-looking turncock spring out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit long than his own, but pleasantly deep and with a tenacious vein running along its length. The circumcised nous was smeared with shiny, sticky precum, with a dribble of it already flowing from the very tip.



The boy smiled up at the man and licked his lips, sliding a hand up and wrapping his finger around the shot. `` Nice rooster, papa '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the loggerheaded manhood in his helping hand. The man simply grunted in response, 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 larger one, thrilled at the pestiferous mentation running through his own question. But this one would have to do, money was money after all.



Without hesitation, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the dick into his mouth. Clamping his sass just under the anchor ring under the pass, he then swirled his tongue over the head. The man let out a moan of pleasure, and his dick responded by swelling and releasing a steady flow of precum over the warm tongue that enveloped it. The precum was so sweet that Brian took a endorsement to thrash the tip clean before pushing down an inch, starting to bob up and down on the man 's cock. His lips wrapped tightly around the shaft, and he sucked gently each time he pulled back toward the straits. In no time the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a guiding hired man on the boy 's head.



pickings more and more of the delicious cock into his mouth, Brian soon felt the head thumping against the backbone of his pharynx. fingerbreadth curled in his hair and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to leave the head to pop into his throat. The rest of the meaty dick slipped right into his oral cavity, balls now resting on his Kuki-Chin. He swallowed hard 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 glaze over over in lust. His vox was diffuse but strained. `` Holy shit ... suck that hammer, you little jade, '' he encouraged, rocking his rosehip forward to hurl slightly into Brian 's mouthpiece in speech rhythm with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's eyes started to weewee as he looked up at the man, working along his length with his mouthpiece and pharynx. He slipped a hand under the musket ball that bounced off his Chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his pharynx was used strictly for his collaborator 's pleasure.



spittle began to drivel down Brian 's Kuki 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 Daddy 's big rooster, little boy ? '' The grime lecture coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the unseasoned SOB wild. His own hard-on leaked precum all the way down his prick, making it shimmer in the dim lighting. Brian resisted the urge to touch himself and focused on pleasuring his client instead.



As the teen teased his new Daddy with his bridge player and mouth, he was greeted by a hard thrust into his mouth. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nozzle as the forefront was just as quickly tugged from his throat. His digit curled behind the man 's balls, pressing on the smudge just behind his sacque. He hummed softly over the foreland as it dragged across his tongue, more than angelic precum coating it and mixing with his own expectoration. His tongue flicked across the very tip, causing a acuate grunt to release from the man 's lips. The stopcock was pulled from his mouth, leaving his painted lips with an audible 'pop'.



'' Tell daddy how old you are, little hussy. '' 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 out his knees wider, giving the man a ripe 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 voice he could muster up. No sooner had he spoken those works and opened his oral fissure that pop began to buck and grunt. His thick putz throbbed and erupted farsighted jet of white gooey cum all over the boy 's face. He quickly shut his eyes, feeling the midst fluid land all over his cheek and control stick to his pelt. 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 drop-off of cum over his buoyant pretender chest, getting post of cum onto his top and chest. The played out stranger panted and almost fell backwards as his knee buckled. He reached for a nearby tree diagram to calm himself, struggling not to fall over in post-coital bliss and exhaustion. He managed a weakened smiling down at the cum-covered teenager, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated pantywaist wiped some of the seed from his typeface and smeared it across his top, he watched in mild amusement as the man fumbled with his shorts and pangs. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to gather his nerves as his cock was tucked back safely into the confines of his boxer. `` Wow, that was ... that was awesome. Are you really 14 ? '' he asked, looking curiously over the boy.



Brian simply nodded and tried to giggle girlishly, flicking his clapper across his sass to clobber them clean. The man let out another diffused moan, seeming to blush as he realized what a colly thing he had just done. He reached for his pocketbook and produced a $ 20 note, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right future to the first, being careful not to touch the cum peppered over his tegument and clothing. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled wide to thank the generous man, watching as he turned and made his way out of the dense bushes and into the night. Just as the man was out of sight, Brian reached between his smooth thighs and furiously stroked his own throbbing peter. He cupped one of his padded breasts in his former hand, feeling drops of cum against his fingers. He whimpered softly, feeling his balls tighten as his whole organic structure ached for release.



His articulatio genus spread wide, back arching and headway tilting back as his smooth Brigham Young cock released, sending thick longsighted ropes of cum flying out. It landed in thin streams across the pot, the live on of it leaking out over his fingers, panty, and skirt. The small-scale berth was quite a passel with a mixture of his and the customer 's cum.



As the adrenaline Benjamin Rush of the meeting washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining pantie and attempting to shine out his sticky rig. He licked his fingers clean of his own remnant 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 nib, wondering if anyone would surmise how he got it when he finally went to spend it .