Brian sat impatiently on the ballpark 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 fourth dimension for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his fingers along the signature red bangle over his left wrist, which let men in the area know he was 'working'. His ear perked up when he heard some noises off in the distance, a gentle whispering in the George H.W. 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 Thomas Kid at schooling were talking about. But at 14, he was too Lester Willis Young to consume a job, and too old to convert his parents to buy things for him anymore. Thomas More chores and the panorama of getting an actual job was n't exactly palatable to him, so he went browsing on the cyberspace for a salutary way to make money. After finding some questionable web sites with some not-so-mainstream suggestions, he decided that this was the best way for him to make a quick buck. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped.



Looking down and running his middle over his smooth diminutive organic structure, he double checked himself to make sure his getup was in ordination. He lifted his stern and adjusted the short black pleated doll hitched tightly to his waist, which barely concealed the lowly red thong that clung tightly to his smooth boy parts and wedged right wing between his firm derriere face. The cloth felt amazing against his cutis, as did the light breeze across his soft, freshly-shaven legs. The melanise heels strapped to his fundament were slightly uncomfortable and difficult to walk in, but they looked not bad on him.



As his eyes adjusted to the dark and moved back up above his waist, he could n't help but run his hands up his flat, exposed tummy. The tight tap spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his sister was just minuscule enough that it showed his midriff when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the black padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissues to have him a rebuff bust. Cupping his fake dresser in his hands, Brian let out a soft moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this country would like it as much as he did.



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



Just as he finished taking himself in for the third time tonight, he heard some swooning footstep coming down the path toward his bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his legs and trying to appear casual for care of someone normal coming this way. His spirit fluttered as an onetime man came into view, clearly uptight and neural. Brian 's heart began pounding in his chest of drawers, both from nervous prediction and unusual 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 eyes clearly roaming over the young tart before him. With a final breather, he sat down adjacent to Brian, averting his middle. Brian followed his every move, turning slightly to his potential customer of the night to show 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 face slightly flushed.



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



'' Hiya, Mr.. '' A soft moan escaped the older man 's lips, clearly turned on by the overall computer software. His centre moved to the red bracelet around Brian 's slim down 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 girlish giggle, placing his smaller hired man 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 knees a little, no longer making any crusade to conceal his excitement. His expectant helping hand rested over Brian 's small-scale girly one, and he leaned in ending, his breath smelling of alcohol. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's hand squeezed his customer 's second joint softly, slowly tracing small circles 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 eyes seeming to light up, the stranger smiled and took a deep breath. He seemed to pen himself, taking one last immediate smell around the common before leaning in finisher and mussitation, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to rain buckets on the selling, Brian shifted his stance so he had one leg tucked under his butt and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his padded pectus against the stranger 's arm and pushing his hand between the man 's thigh, cupping his bulge. His voice was low, but he made no effort to obscure his own excitation. `` I 'll suck your prick for a c bucks, dada. ``



The man shook at the comment, his bulge bump and straining against Brian 's hand. He quickly reached for his billfold, 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, pop. Follow me. ``



Brian did his best to stick out up without creating a tent under his skirt, his own excitement straining the fabric of the panties underneath it. He held his new friend 's hired man as he stood, and soon felt a gentle tug as it was used to support the larger man that stood succeeding to him. He, however, made no such try to cover his bulge, the thick member outlined clearly through his drawers. Gripping his hand, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the Vannevar Bush behind the bench, leading the man a unawares distance to a very small, secluded spot among the foliage.



There was very niggling Christ Within, and the only if strait was a piano breeze rustling through the ramification above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new client, reaching out to cup his hand over the jut in his pants. He watched anxiously as the alien reached again into his notecase and extracted a single $ 100 bill. He held it up in his hand, appearing to contemplate for a instant. His eyes ran over the short skirt around Brian 's hips, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A lowly smiling crept across Brian 's lips at the question. He lifted his skirt, flashing his own package neatly tucked into the thong. The foreland was already peeking out, so Brian made no motility to shroud it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the small triangle of fabric down to let his boyhood natural spring out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a small-scale set of freshly-shaved orchis, but its fat head and smooth grain complimented the feminine flavor nicely. The stranger groaned in commendation, quickly handing the crossdressed boy his money.



Quickly taking the bank note and stuffing it into his bra, Brian calmly slipped to his knee joint and reached up to push his hands against the man 's pants. He wasted no clip and began undoing them, not wanting to quell out any longer than he had to ; his parents could notice at any bit that he was missing. As he unzipped the bloomers before him, a pair of blasphemous bagger with a obtrusive wet office across the front came into view. Pulling the alien 's pants down just enough for memory 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 prospicient than his own, but pleasantly stocky 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 lips, sliding a paw up and wrapping his fingers around the ray. `` Nice cock, daddy '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the thick manhood in his script. The man simply grunted in response, his center locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, grateful that it was a manageable size ; yet he secretly lusted for a declamatory one, thrilled at the dirty thoughts running through his own chief. But this one would have to do, money was money after all.



Without hesitation, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the dick into his backtalk. Clamping his rim just under the ringing under the head, he then swirled his tongue over the top dog. The man let out a groan of pleasure, and his pecker 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 second to lick the tip clean before pushing down an inch, starting to bob up and down on the man 's cock. His back talk wrapped tightly around the shaft, and he sucked gently each time he pulled back toward the head. In no time the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a guiding hand on the boy 's head.



taking more than and more than of the pleasant-tasting stopcock into his mouth, Brian soon felt the oral sex thumping against the back of his throat. finger curled in his hair and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to leave the forefront to pop into his pharynx. The rest of the meaty dick slipped right into his oral fissure, balls now resting on his chin. He swallowed laborious and resisted the impulse to gag, glancing up at the proprietor of the dick buried in his mouth.



The man was glaring down at him, his eye starting to glaze over in lust. His vocalisation was soft but strained. `` Holy shit ... suck that cock, you minuscule loose woman, '' he encouraged, rocking his rose hip forward to hurtle slightly into Brian 's lip in round with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's eyes started to piss as he looked up at the man, working along his distance with his lip and throat. He slipped a hand under the testicle that bounced off his chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his pharynx was used strictly for his partner 's pleasure.



expectoration 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 dad 's big cock, little boy ? '' The marked-up lecture coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the young asshole wild. His own hard-on leaked precum all the way down his shaft, 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 dada with his handwriting and mouth, he was greeted by a hard jabbing into his mouth. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nose as the head word was just as quickly tugged from his throat. His fingers curled behind the man 's balls, pressing on the stain just behind his sack. He hummed softly over the top dog as it dragged across his lingua, Sir Thomas More sweet precum coating it and mixing with his own spit. His natural language flicked across the very tip, causing a precipitous oink to release from the man 's mouth. The cock was pulled from his sass, leaving his painted lips with an hearable 'pop'.



'' William Tell daddy how old you are, slight slut. '' The dirty man stood over him, panting and grunting as he furiously pumped his slick shaft in his hired man. Brian smiled up at him and propagate his knees wider, giving the man a thoroughly looking at at the rooster between his smooth legs, as if to confirm once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, pop, '' Brian eked out in the most feminine vocalisation he could muster. No Oklahoman had he spoken those whole shebang and opened his lip that Daddy began to buck and grunt. His thick cock throbbed and erupted farseeing spurts of white gooey cum all over the boy 's side. He quickly shut his centre, feeling the thick fluid land all over his boldness and stick to his hide. 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 final drops of cum over his perky fake dresser, getting spots of cum onto his top and chest. The dog-tired stranger panted and almost fell backwards as his human knee buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to stabilize himself, struggling not to fall over in post-coital bliss and exhaustion. He managed a weakened grin down at the cum-covered teenager, looking over his work.



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



Brian simply nodded and tried to giggle girlishly, flicking his tongue across his lip to lick them clean. The man let out another soft moan, seeming to blush as he realized what a pestiferous thing he had just done. He reached for his wallet and produced a $ 20 placard, 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 visual sense, Brian reached between his smooth thigh and furiously stroked his own throbbing peter. He cupped one of his footslog breasts in his former deal, feeling fall of cum against his finger. He whimpered softly, feeling his orchis tighten as his entirely body ached for release.



His human knee spread wide, back arching and psyche tilting back as his smooth youthful cock released, sending thick long ropes of cum flying out. It landed in slender streams across the grass, the last of it leaking out over his fingers, panties, and dame. The small daub was quite a mess with a miscellanea of his and the customer 's cum.



As the Adrenalin rush of the encounter washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining step-in and attempting to smooth out his awkward turnout. He licked his digit 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 poster, wondering if anyone would suspect how he got it when he finally went to spend it .