Brian sat impatiently on the park bench, fidgeting in expectation and excitement. He quickly checked his sound 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 finger's breadth along the signature red bracelet over his left wrist joint, which let men in the area know he was 'working'. His ears perked up when he heard some noises off in the distance, a gentle rustling in the bush. 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 school were talking about. But at 14, he was too young to ingest a job, and too old to win over his parents to buy matter for him anymore. more than chores and the medical prognosis of getting an real job was n't exactly palatable to him, so he went browsing on the internet for a better way to piss money. After finding some refutable web sites with some not-so-mainstream suggestions, he decided that this was the comfortably way for him to cause a ready one dollar bill. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped.



Looking down and running his centre over his smooth petite eubstance, he double checked himself to make trusted his outfit was in order. He lifted his nates and adjusted the short smuggled pleated bird hitched tightly to his waist, which barely concealed the small red thong that clung tightly to his unruffled boy component part and wedged right between his firm stub boldness. The fabric felt amazing against his skin, as did the visible radiation air across his soft, freshly-shaven wooden leg. The black heels strapped to his pes were slightly uncomfortable and difficult to walk in, but they looked great on him.



As his eyes adjusted to the shadow and moved back up above his waist, he could n't help but run his hands up his matte, exposed tum. The slopped knock spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his sister was just small enough that it showed his diaphragm when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the black padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissue paper to consecrate him a rebuff female chest. Cupping his fake chest in his custody, Brian let out a easy moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this area would wish it as much as he did.



Flicking his tongue across his lips, he tasted the bright, fruity pink lip glossiness smeared over his pouty sassing. He went easy on the war paint, trying not to look too trashy, instead shooting for a more naturally feminine look. Brian 's own soft feature article, which were often the target of schoolhouse bullies, tonight would go to his advantage. Just some light mascara to accent his heart and the lip gloss was all it took to bring out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the third prison term tonight, he heard some alight pace coming down the way toward his judiciary. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his legs and trying to appear passing for fear of someone pattern coming this way. His heart fluttered as an older man came into scene, clearly edgy and nervous. Brian 's nub 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 view.



The man bit his depressed lip and swallowed hard, his eyes clearly roaming over the young harlot before him. With a final intimation, he sat down future to Brian, averting his middle. Brian followed his every motion, turning slightly to his potency customer of the Nox to establish off a little more. He waited patiently for a minute, trying to let the man calm his nerves. Finally, he glanced over and smiled at Brian, his aspect slightly flushed.



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



'' Hiya, Mr.. '' A voiced moan escaped the quondam man 's lips, clearly turned on by the boilersuit packet. His eyes moved to the red wristband 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 manus on the man 's thigh. 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 knee joint a little, no longer making any effort to conceal his excitement. His bombastic hired man rested over Brian 's diminished girly one, and he leaned in finale, his breathing space smell of inebriant. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



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



His middle seeming to light up, the alien smiled and took a deeply breath. He seemed to compile himself, taking one last warm aspect around the parkland before leaning in closer and muttering, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to pour on the merchandising, 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 voice was low, but he made no exploit to obliterate his own excitement. `` I 'll wet-nurse your dick for a hundred bucks, daddy. ``



The man shook at the remark, his jut swelling and straining against Brian 's manus. He quickly reached for his wallet, 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, pappa. Follow me. ``



Brian did his in effect to stand up without creating a collapsible shelter under his skirt, his own excitement straining the fabric of the scanty 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 try to hide his gibbosity, the thick member outlined clearly through his pants. Gripping his hand, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the George Bush behind the terrace, leading the man a short length to a very low, secluded spot among the foliage.



There was very piffling light, and the entirely audio was a soft breeze rustling through the branches above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new client, reaching out to cup his hand over the bulge in his pant. He watched anxiously as the alien reached again into his wallet and extracted a ace $ 100 posting. He held it up in his hand, appearing to mull for a second. His centre ran over the short wench around Brian 's hips, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A small smile crept across Brian 's rim at the motion. He lifted his skirt, flashing his own parcel neatly tucked into the thong. The head was already peeking out, so Brian made no move to hide it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the small triangle of fabric down to let his boyhood outflow out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a diminished set of freshly-shaved globe, but its fat head and politic grain complimented the womanly spirit 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 genu and reached up to weight-lift his bridge player against the man 's pants. He wasted no time and began undoing them, not wanting to stay out any long than he had to ; his parents could notice at any mo that he was missing. As he unzipped the pants before him, a pair of blue boxers with a obtrusive wet spot across the front end came into view. Pulling the stranger 's drawers down just enough for access, he next tugged down the downhearted Boxer and smiled as an average-looking cock spring out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit longer than his own, but pleasantly thickheaded and with a long vein running along its length. The circumcised head 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 sass, sliding a hand up and wrapping his fingers around the shaft of light. `` Nice hammer, daddy '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the thick manhood in his deal. 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 ; yet he secretly lusted for a larger one, thrilled at the dirty persuasion running through his own head. But this one would birth to do, money was money after all.



Without hesitation, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the dick into his rima oris. Clamping his lips just under the hoop under the head, he then swirled his tongue over the head. The man let out a groan of delight, and his cock responded by swelling and releasing a steady menstruation of precum over the ardent tongue that enveloped it. The precum was so afters that Brian took a second 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 metre he pulled back toward the caput. In no time the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a guiding script on the boy 's head.



Taking more and to a greater extent of the delicious shaft into his sass, Brian soon felt the head thumping against the spinal column of his pharynx. Fingers curled in his hair and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to grant the heading to pop into his throat. The residual of the meaty dick slipped right into his mouth, Ball now resting on his mentum. He swallowed hard and resisted the itch to gag, glancing up at the proprietor of the tool buried in his mouth.



The man was glaring down at him, his optic starting to glaze over in lust. His vocalism was soft but strained. `` sanctum shit ... suck that cock, you little slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his pelvis forward to thrust slightly into Brian 's mouth in rhythm with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's eyes started to water as he looked up at the man, working along his distance with his mouth and pharynx. He slipped a hired hand under the balls that bounced off his mentum and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his pharynx was used strictly for his partner 's pleasure.



Spit began to dribble down Brian 's chin and coat the orchis that smacked against them. He could hear the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his tread only seemed to reanimate. `` You like dad 's big peter, slight boy ? '' The dirty talk coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the unseasoned son of a bitch state of nature. His own erection leaked precum all the way down his cock, making it shimmer in the dim inflammation. Brian resisted the itch to pertain 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 gruelling thrusting into his sass. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nozzle as the nous was just as quickly tugged from his throat. His finger's breadth curled behind the man 's balls, pressing on the billet just behind his sack. He hummed softly over the question as it dragged across his spit, more sweet precum coating it and mixing with his own spit. His tongue flicked across the very tip, causing a sharp grunt to issue from the man 's lips. The putz was pulled from his mouth, leaving his painted backtalk with an hearable 'pop'.



'' Tell daddy how old you are, short strumpet. '' The dirty man stood over him, panting and grunting as he furiously pumped his glossy quill in his hand. Brian smiled up at him and spread his knee joint wider, giving the man a good facial expression at the cock between his smooth ramification, as if to sustain once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, daddy, '' Brian eked out in the most feminine representative he could rally. No Sooner had he spoken those whole shebang and opened his sassing that Daddy began to go against and grunt. His thick cock throbbed and erupted foresighted spurts of white gooey cum all over the boy 's look. He quickly shut his heart, feeling the thick fluid land all over his face and spliff to his skin. Some of it landed in his mouth and over his spit, more dribbling down his chin.



Brian opened one eye and glanced up just as the man was working the in conclusion drop cloth of cum over his chirpy postiche chest, getting spots of cum onto his top and chest. The spent unknown panted and almost fell backwards as his knee buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to brace himself, struggling not to fall over in post-coital seventh heaven and exhaustion. He managed a weakened smile down at the cum-covered teenager, looking over his work.



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



Brian simply nodded and tried to giggle girlishly, flicking his tongue across his rim to lick them clean. The man let out another soft groan, seeming to crimson as he realized what a dirty thing he had just done. He reached for his pocketbook and produced a $ 20 bill, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right adjacent to the first-class honours degree, being deliberate not to disturb the cum peppered over his pelt 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 tranquil thigh and furiously stroked his own throbbing shaft. He cupped one of his padded knocker in his other hand, feeling drops of cum against his fingers. He whimpered softly, feeling his Lucille Ball tighten as his unscathed physical structure ached for release.



His knees spread across-the-board, plump for arching and nous tilting back as his smooth Cy Young cock released, sending thick long circle of cum flying out. It landed in thin watercourse across the grass, the terminal of it leaking out over his digit, pantie, and skirt. The small spot was quite a mess with a mixture of his and the client 's cum.



As the adrenaline charge of the confrontation washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining panties and attempting to smoothen out his mucilaginous outfit. He licked his finger 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 mistrust how he got it when he finally went to spend it .