Brian sat impatiently on the park Bench, fidgeting in anticipation and turmoil. He quickly checked his sound for the clock time yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the perfect fourth dimension for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his finger's breadth along the signature red bracelet over his left wrist, which let men in the area know he was 'working'. His ears perked up when he heard some disturbance off in the distance, a lenify rustling in the bushes. Brian smiled slightly, knowing someone else must be doing just what he was about to do now.



He thought about that video game he wanted, the one all the other kids at shoal were talking about. But at 14, he was too young to have a job, and too old to convince his parents to buy things for him anymore. Sir Thomas More chores and the chance of getting an actual job was n't exactly palatable to him, so he went browsing on the internet for a practiced way to make money. After finding some questionable web sites with some not-so-mainstream suggestion, he decided that this was the in force way for him to score a quick vaulting horse. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped.



Looking down and running his center over his smooth petite body, he double checked himself to create sure his outfit was in order. He lifted his keister and adjusted the inadequate Shirley Temple Black pleated chick hitched tightly to his waist, which barely concealed the lowly red thong that clung tightly to his politic boy share and wedged right between his firm butt face. The cloth felt amazing against his tegument, as did the visible radiation duck soup across his flaccid, freshly-shaven wooden leg. The inglorious dog strapped to his groundwork were slightly uncomfortable and unmanageable to walk in, but they looked swell on him.



As his eyes adjusted to the dark and moved back up above his waist, he could n't aid but run his hands up his categorical, exposed tummy. The smashed pink 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 lightlessness padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissue paper to give him a slight bust. Cupping his fake chest in his men, Brian let out a soft moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this area would wish it as much as he did.



Flicking his clapper across his sass, he tasted the bright, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty sassing. He went easy on the make-up, trying not to look too trashy, instead shooting for a more naturally womanly flavor. Brian 's own soft features, which were often the target of school bullies, tonight would work to his advantage. Just some light mascara to accent his eyes and the lip glossiness was all it took to bestow out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the 3rd clock time tonight, he heard some light footsteps coming down the track toward his work bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his legs and trying to appear perfunctory for fear of soul normal coming this way. His spunk fluttered as an quondam man came into vista, clearly jittery and nervous. Brian 's heart began pounding in his chest of drawers, both from nervous anticipation and unusual hullabaloo. He turned and smiled softly at the man, whose darkened silhouette was coming into view.



The man bit his let down lip and swallowed hard, his oculus clearly roaming over the young prostitute before him. With a final breath, he sat down next to Brian, averting his optic. Brian followed his every move, turning slightly to his potential drop customer of the night to indicate 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 case slightly flushed.



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



'' Hiya, mister. '' A cushy groan escaped the older man 's lips, clearly turned on by the overall package. His heart moved to the red bracelet around Brian 's thin wrist, 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 soft schoolgirlish giggle, placing his smaller mitt on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the touch, a prominence growing across the front of his bloomers. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's simple-minded reply.



The man visibly swallowed laborious and spread his knees a little, no longer making any cause to hide his excitement. His enceinte manus rested over Brian 's smaller girly one, and he leaned in finale, his intimation smelling of alcoholic beverage. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's hand squeezed his customer 's thigh softly, slowly tracing small rope 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 eyes seeming to light up, the stranger smiled and took a deep breath. He seemed to draw up himself, taking one last quick flavour around the park before leaning in closer and mussitation, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to pour on the marketing, Brian shifted his placement so he had one leg tucked under his butt and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his padded dresser against the stranger 's arm and pushing his hand between the man 's second joint, cupping his bump. His voice was low, but he made no effort to cover his own agitation. `` I 'll suck your cock for a hundred bucks, daddy. ``



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



Brian did his best to abide up without creating a tent under his skirt, his own upheaval straining the textile of the panties underneath it. He held his new Quaker 's hired man as he stood, and soon felt a assuage tug as it was used to tolerate the larger man that stood following to him. He, however, made no such endeavor to obliterate his bulge, the thick member outlined clearly through his pants. Gripping his hand, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the crotch hair behind the bench, leading the man a short aloofness to a very diminished, sequestered spot among the foliage.



There was very footling brightness, and the just strait was a soft breeze rustling through the branches above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new guest, reaching out to cup his hired hand over the bump in his pant. He watched anxiously as the unknown reached again into his wallet and extracted a unity $ 100 bill. He held it up in his hand, appearing to contemplate for a second. His eyes ran over the inadequate skirt around Brian 's hips, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A small grin crept across Brian 's backtalk at the interrogative sentence. He lifted his skirt, flashing his own package neatly tucked into the flip-flop. The question was already peeking out, so Brian made no movement to hide out it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the small triangle of fabric down to let his boyhood leap out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a small set of freshly-shaved balls, but its fat head and unruffled texture complimented the feminine look 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 press his hands against the man 's pants. He wasted no time and began undoing them, not wanting to stay out any longer than he had to ; his parents could acknowledge at any moment that he was missing. As he unzipped the knickers before him, a twain of blue boxers with a noticeable wet fleck across the battlefront came into view. Pulling the stranger 's pants down just enough for memory access, he next tugged down the down boxers and smiled as an average-looking cock 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 bright, sticky precum, with a dribble of it already flowing from the very tip.



The boy smiled up at the man and licked his lip, sliding a hired man up and wrapping his fingerbreadth around the shaft. `` Nice cock, papa '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the thick-skulled manhood in his hand. The man simply grunted in reception, his oculus locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, thankful that it was a manageable sizing ; yet he secretly lusted for a larger one, thrilled at the dirty intellection running through his own mind. But this one would own to do, money was money after all.



Without waver, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the peter into his mouth. Clamping his lips just under the ring under the foreland, he then swirled his tongue over the head. The man let out a moan of pleasance, and his cock responded by swelling and releasing a steady current of precum over the warm tongue that enveloped it. The precum was so sweet that Brian took a second to lick the tip clean and jerk before pushing down an inch, starting to bob up and down on the man 's cock. His lips wrapped tightly around the putz, and he sucked gently each prison term he pulled back toward the fountainhead. In no clock time the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a guiding hand on the boy 's head.



pickings more and more of the scrumptious cock into his mouth, Brian soon felt the school principal thumping against the back 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 allow the point to pop into his throat. The relief of the meaty gumshoe slipped right into his back talk, balls now resting on his chin. He swallowed intemperately 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 in lust. His voice was soft but strained. `` sanctum shit ... suck that shaft, you minuscule slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his hips forward to thrust slightly into Brian 's mouth in rhythm method of birth control with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's centre started to water as he looked up at the man, working along his duration with his mouth and throat. He slipped a handwriting 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.



tongue began to dribble down Brian 's Kuki and coat the bollock that smacked against them. He could hear the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his yard only seemed to animate. `` You like Daddy 's big peter, petty boy ? '' The pestiferous talk coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the young dickhead wild. His own erection leaked precum all the way down his putz, making it shimmer in the dim lighting. Brian resisted the impulse to adjoin himself and focused on pleasuring his client instead.



As the teen teased his new Daddy with his hand and mouth, he was greeted by a toilsome drive into his backtalk. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nose as the pass was just as quickly tugged from his throat. His fingers curled behind the man 's balls, pressing on the bit 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 penetrative grunt to release from the man 's lips. The stopcock was pulled from his oral fissure, leaving his painted back talk with an audible 'pop'.



'' Tell daddy how old you are, little slovenly woman. '' 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 circularise his knee wider, giving the man a good look at the cock between his quiet wooden leg, as if to substantiate once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, pop, '' Brian eked out in the most feminine voice he could muster. No sooner had he spoken those oeuvre and opened his mouth that pa began to tear and grunt. His duncish cock throbbed and erupted yearn spurts of white gooey cum all over the boy 's face. He quickly shut his eyes, feeling the midst fluid landed estate all over his face and peg 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 perky fake chest of drawers, getting spots of cum onto his top and pectus. The expend unknown panted and almost fell backwards as his knees buckled. He reached for a nearby Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to steady himself, struggling not to accrue 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 sissy wiped some of the semen from his face and smeared it across his top, he watched in mild entertainment as the man fumbled with his underdrawers and stab. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to gather his nerves as his dick was tucked back safely into the confines of his boxers. `` Wow, that was ... that was amazing. 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 work 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 bill, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right next to the 1st, being careful not to touch the cum peppered over his skin 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 good deal, Brian reached between his shine thigh and furiously stroked his own throbbing pecker. He cupped one of his slog titty in his other hand, feeling drops of cum against his fingerbreadth. He whimpered softly, feeling his balls tighten as his whole dead body ached for release.



His knees spread wide, support arching and head tilting back as his smooth Thomas Young stopcock released, sending thick foresighted ropes of cum flying out. It landed in thin streams across the grass, the terminal of it leaking out over his fingers, panties, and bird. The lowly fleck was quite a great deal with a smorgasbord of his and the customer 's cum.



As the adrenaline kick of the encounter washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining panty and attempting to smooth out his awkward outfit. He licked his finger 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 bills, wondering if anyone would suspect how he got it when he finally went to spend it .