Brian sat impatiently on the park terrace, fidgeting in prevision and turmoil. He quickly checked his phone for the clip 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, which let men in the area know he was 'working'. His spike perked up when he heard some noises off in the distance, a gentle rustling in the shrub. Brian smiled slightly, knowing someone else must be doing just what he was about to do now.



He thought about that picture biz he wanted, the one all the early nestling at schooling 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. to a greater extent chores and the prospect of getting an real job was n't exactly toothsome to him, so he went browsing on the internet for a bettor 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 eyes over his smooth lilliputian body, he double checked himself to take a leak sure as shooting his outfit was in order. He lifted his butt and adjusted the short Joseph Black pleated skirt hitched tightly to his waist, which barely concealed the small red flip-flop that clung tightly to his suave boy voice and wedged rightfield between his house butt cheeks. The cloth felt amazing against his skin, as did the light gentle wind across his sonant, freshly-shaven legs. The black heel strapped to his feet were slightly uncomfortable and difficult to walk in, but they looked great on him.



As his centre adjusted to the dark and moved back up above his shank, he could n't facilitate but run his hands up his vapid, let on tummy. The tight pink 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 to impart him a slight bust. Cupping his fake chest in his hands, Brian let out a diffused moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this area would like it as much as he did.



Flicking his spit across his lips, he tasted the bright, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty lips. He went easy on the make-up, trying not to bet too meretricious, instead shooting for a more naturally womanly look. Brian 's own soft feature article, which were often the target of school yobbo, tonight would function to his advantage. Just some wanton mascara to accent his centre and the lip gloss was all it took to wreak out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the one-third clock time tonight, he heard some light footfall coming down the path toward his bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his legs and trying to look cursory for awe of someone rule coming this way. His substance fluttered as an older man came into sight, clearly highly strung and nervous. Brian 's meat began pounding in his breast, both from unquiet anticipation and strange excitement. He turned and smiled softly at the man, whose darkened silhouette was coming into view.



The man bit his humbled lip and swallowed hard, his eyes clearly roaming over the young tart before him. With a net breath, he sat down future to Brian, averting his eyes. Brian followed his every motility, turning slightly to his potential customer of the night to show off a little more. He waited patiently for a mo, trying to let the man calm his nervus. Finally, he glanced over and smiled at Brian, his side slightly flushed.



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



'' Hiya, Mr.. '' A subdued moan escaped the older man 's rim, clearly turned on by the overall package. His eyes moved to the red watchstrap 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 pocket-sized hand on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the touch, a gibbosity growing across the front of his pant. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's simple reply.



The man visibly swallowed hard and spread his stifle a niggling, no longer making any attempt to hide his fervour. His large script rested over Brian 's smaller girly one, and he leaned in close, his breathing spell smelling of alcohol. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



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



His eyes seeming to light up, the alien smiled and took a deeply breather. He seemed to compose himself, taking one cobbler's last quick aspect around the park before leaning in closer and muttering, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to pour on the marketing, Brian shifted his location so he had one leg tucked under his tooshie and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his cushioned chest against the stranger 's arm and pushing his hand between the man 's thigh, cupping his swelling. His spokesperson was low, but he made no effort to shroud his own upheaval. `` I 'll suck in your tool for a century bucks, daddy. ``



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



Brian did his best to stomach 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 hand as he stood, and soon felt a gentle tug as it was used to bear out the great man that stood succeeding to him. He, however, made no such effort to obscure 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 bushes behind the Bench, leading the man a short-circuit aloofness to a very small, secluded spot among the foliage.



There was very little light, and the merely strait was a soft breeze rustling through the offshoot above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new client, reaching out to cup his paw over the bulge in his pants. He watched anxiously as the stranger reached again into his wallet and extracted a single $ 100 bill. He held it up in his hand, appearing to reflect for a arcsecond. 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 belittled smiling crept across Brian 's sass at the question. He lifted his wench, flashing his own bundle neatly tucked into the thong. The head was already peeking out, so Brian made no motility to enshroud it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the small Triangle of fabric down to let his boyhood springiness out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a pocket-size set of freshly-shaved balls, but its fat capitulum and smooth texture complimented the feminine look nicely. The stranger groaned in approval, quickly handing the crossdressed boy his money.



Quickly taking the flier and stuffing it into his bra, Brian calmly slipped to his stifle and reached up to press his hands against the man 's bloomers. He wasted no sentence and began undoing them, not wanting to stick out any longer than he had to ; his parents could notice at any moment that he was missing. As he unzipped the knickers before him, a pair of racy boxers with a detectable wet spot across the front came into view. Pulling the stranger 's pants down just enough for access, he next tugged down the blue angel boxers and smiled as an average-looking shaft outpouring out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit long than his own, but pleasantly midst and with a tenacious vein running along its length. The circumcised head was smeared with shiny, muggy precum, with a dribbling of it already flowing from the very tip.



The boy smiled up at the man and licked his lips, sliding a script up and wrapping his fingers around the dick. `` Nice cock, dada '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the stocky manhood in his manus. The man simply grunted in response, his oculus locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, thankful that it was a manageable size ; yet he secretly lusted for a gravid one, thrilled at the pestiferous thinking running through his own head. But this one would hold to do, money was money after all.



Without falter, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the dick into his mouth. Clamping his lips just under the ring under the headland, he then swirled his knife over the head. The man let out a groan of pleasure, and his cock responded by swelling and releasing a stabilize flow of precum over the affectionate tongue that enveloped it. The precum was so odoriferous that Brian took a bit to lick 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 peter, 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 lead hand on the boy 's head.



Taking more and Sir Thomas More of the delicious shaft into his mouth, Brian soon felt the point thumping against the backbone 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 brain to pop into his throat. The eternal sleep of the meaty dick slipped right into his oral fissure, musket ball now resting on his chin. He swallowed unvoiced and resisted the urge to gag, glancing up at the owner of the hammer buried in his mouth.



The man was glaring down at him, his eyes starting to glass over over in lustfulness. His voice was soft but strained. `` Holy shit ... sucking that cock, you petty jade, '' he encouraged, rocking his hips forward to squeeze 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 oral fissure and pharynx. He slipped a manus under the musket ball that bounced off his chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his pharynx was used strictly for his partner 's pleasure.



Spit began to drip down Brian 's chin and coat the Ball 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 papa 's big prick, little boy ? '' The muddy talk coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the young asshole wild. His own erecting 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 guest instead.



As the teen teased his new Daddy with his handwriting and mouth, he was greeted by a intemperately thrust into his backtalk. 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 balls, pressing on the spot just behind his sack. He hummed softly over the heading as it dragged across his tongue, More unfermented precum coating it and mixing with his own spit. His tongue flicked across the very tip, causing a sharp grunt to put out from the man 's lips. The turncock was pulled from his mouth, leaving his painted backtalk with an audible 'pop'.



'' William Tell daddy how old you are, little slattern. '' 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 overspread his human knee wider, giving the man a good face at the turncock between his unruffled 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 voice he could muster. No sooner had he spoken those full treatment and opened his mouth that papa began to hitch and grunt. His boneheaded peter throbbed and erupted prospicient jet of ashen gooey cum all over the boy 's face. He quickly shut his eyes, feeling the thick fluid land all over his side and stick to his cutis. Some of it landed in his mouth and over his lingua, more dribbling down his chin.



Brian opened one eye and glanced up just as the man was working the last-place driblet of cum over his perky postiche chest, getting spots of cum onto his top and chest of drawers. The spent alien panted and almost fell backwards as his articulatio genus buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to steady himself, struggling not to fall over in post-coital bliss and enervation. He managed a weakened smile down at the cum-covered teenager, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated sissy wiped some of the seed from his fount and smeared it across his top, he watched in soft amusement as the man fumbled with his boxers and pangs. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to gather his brass as his cock was tucked back safely into the confines of his boxers. `` Wow, that was ... that was baffle. 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 puzzle out them scavenge. The man let out another sonant groan, seeming to flush as he realized what a dirty thing he had just done. He reached for his wallet and produced a $ 20 notice, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right next to the first, being careful not to touch the cum peppered over his cutis and clothing. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled wide of the mark to give thanks 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 wad, Brian reached between his quiet second joint and furiously stroked his own throbbing putz. He cupped one of his padded breasts in his other hand, feeling driblet of cum against his finger. He whimpered softly, feeling his balls tighten as his whole body ached for release.



His knees spread wide, game arching and head tilting back as his smooth young cock released, sending midst long ropes of cum flying out. It landed in thin streams across the pot, the last of it leaking out over his finger, panties, and skirt. The diminished spot was quite a mess with a mixture of his and the customer 's cum.



As the adrenaline rush of the skirmish washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining panties and attempting to smooth out his embarrassing turnout. He licked his digit clean of his own remnant of cum before reaching into the bra and producing his hard-earned money. He giggled when he saw a stripe of cum across one of the Federal Reserve note, wondering if anyone would suspect how he got it when he finally went to expend it .