Brian sat impatiently on the commons bench, fidgeting in prevision and excitation. He quickly checked his phone for the metre yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the pure meter for meeting a client. He reached over to run his finger along the signature red watchband 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 length, a gentle rustling in the pubic hair. 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 give a job, and too old to convert his parents to buy thing for him anymore. Thomas More chore and the outlook of getting an actual job was n't exactly toothsome to him, so he went browsing on the internet for a advantageously way to give 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 shine diminutive body, he double checked himself to make for certain his outfit was in order. He lifted his nates and adjusted the short-circuit black pleated skirt hitched tightly to his shank, which barely concealed the minor red thong that clung tightly to his smooth boy component and wedged right between his firm butt cheeks. The fabric felt amazing against his tegument, as did the luminosity duck soup across his soft, freshly-shaven stage. The black heels strapped to his feet were slightly uncomfortable and difficult to walk in, but they looked great on him.



As his eye adjusted to the nighttime and moved back up above his shank, he could n't help but run his hands up his categorical, give away tummy. The tight ping 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 black padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissues to cave in him a rebuff bust. Cupping his fake chest of drawers in his hired hand, Brian let out a soft moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this surface area would wish it as much as he did.



Flicking his tongue across his mouth, he tasted the bright, fruity pink lip burnish smeared over his pouty lips. He went easy on the make-up, trying not to depend too trashy, instead shooting for a more naturally feminine feel. Brian 's own soft feature film, which were often the object of schoolhouse bullies, tonight would work to his advantage. Just some light mascara to accent his eyes and the lip glossary was all it took to make for out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the third time tonight, he heard some light footsteps coming down the way toward his bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his legs and trying to appear chance for fear of someone normal coming this way. His heart fluttered as an older man came into view, clearly edgy and nervous. Brian 's meat began pounding in his pectus, both from queasy expectation and unusual exhilaration. 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 Danton True Young tart before him. With a final breath, he sat down next to Brian, averting his oculus. Brian followed his every move, turning slightly to his potential client of the Nox 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 look slightly flushed.



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



'' Hiya, Mister. '' A flabby moan escaped the aged man 's lips, clearly turned on by the overall package. His eyes moved to the red watchband 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 girlish giggle, placing his smaller hand on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the touch, a excrescence growing across the forepart of his drawers. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's mere reply.



The man visibly swallowed hard and spread his knees a picayune, no longer making any effort to hide his excitement. His expectant hand rested over Brian 's pocket-size girly one, and he leaned in finish, his breath smelling of inebriant. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's hand squeezed his customer 's thigh softly, slowly tracing small dress circle along it with his fingertips, trying to promote the man 's sureness in his decision. `` That 's ok. I 'm very discreet, '' Brian cooed.



His eyes seeming to illumine up, the alien smiled and took a deep breathing spell. He seemed to compose himself, taking one last speedy facial expression around the park before leaning in closer and murmuration, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to pour on the merchandising, Brian shifted his post so he had one leg tucked under his rear 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 part was low, but he made no movement to obliterate his own agitation. `` I 'll draw your cock for a C one dollar bill, daddy. ``



The man shook at the comment, his protuberance hump and straining against Brian 's hand. 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, daddy. Follow me. ``



Brian did his in force to stand up without creating a tent under his doll, his own inflammation straining the fabric of the panty underneath it. He held his new friend 's hand as he stood, and soon felt a mollify tug as it was used to support the with child man that stood next to him. He, however, made no such endeavour to cover his bulge, the blockheaded appendage outlined clearly through his pants. Gripping his paw, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the George W. Bush behind the bench, leading the man a short distance to a very small, secluded spot among the foliage.



There was very fiddling light, and the only sound was a voiced air rustling through the offshoot above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new guest, reaching out to cup his helping hand over the protrusion in his pants. He watched anxiously as the stranger reached again into his wallet and extracted a exclusive $ 100 flyer. He held it up in his hand, appearing to excogitate for a second. His eye ran over the short circuit skirt around Brian 's rosehip, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A low smile crept across Brian 's lips at the question. He lifted his bird, flashing his own computer software neatly tucked into the thong. The headway was already peeking out, so Brian made no move 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 and smooth texture complimented the feminine feel nicely. The stranger groaned in approval, quickly handing the crossdressed boy his money.



Quickly taking the eyeshade and stuffing it into his bra, Brian calmly slipped to his knees and reached up to press his bridge player against the man 's pants. He wasted no time and began undoing them, not wanting to stay out any retentive than he had to ; his parents could find at any moment that he was missing. As he unzipped the gasp before him, a pair of blue pugilist with a noticeable wet spot across the front came into sentiment. Pulling the alien 's pants down just enough for entree, he next tugged down the drab shorts and smiled as an average-looking peter bound 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 shiny, gluey 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 fingers around the shaft. `` Nice cock, dad '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the thick manhood in his hand. The man simply grunted in response, his center locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, grateful that it was a accomplishable size ; yet he secretly lusted for a larger one, thrilled at the dirty thoughts running through his own school principal. But this one would take to do, money was money after all.



Without reluctance, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the dick into his rima oris. Clamping his rim just under the ring under the nous, he then swirled his clapper over the forefront. The man let out a moan of pleasure, and his shaft responded by swelling and releasing a steady period of precum over the lovesome knife that enveloped it. The precum was so sweet that Brian took a bit to lick the tip clean before pushing down an in, starting to bob up and down on the man 's turncock. His mouth wrapped tightly around the shaft, and he sucked gently each fourth dimension he pulled back toward the brain. In no metre the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a guiding script on the boy 's head.



taking more than and More of the delectable cock into his mouthpiece, Brian soon felt the head thumping against the binding of his pharynx. Fingers curled in his hair's-breadth and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to countenance the head to pop into his throat. The rest of the meaty dick slipped right into his mouth, balls now resting on his chin. He swallowed hard and resisted the impulse to gag, glancing up at the owner of the tool buried in his mouth.



The man was glaring down at him, his eyes starting to glaze over in lust. His voice was subdued but strained. `` Holy shit ... suck that shaft, you little slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his hips forward to thrust slightly into Brian 's backtalk in speech rhythm with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's eyes started to H2O as he looked up at the man, working along his length with his mouth and pharynx. He slipped a script under the lump that bounced off his chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his pharynx was used strictly for his partner 's pleasure.



saliva 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 revivify. `` You like Daddy 's big cock, niggling boy ? '' The dirty talk coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the young shit wild. His own erecting leaked precum all the way down his dig, 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 deal and mouth, he was greeted by a concentrated thrust into his mouth. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nose as the head was just as quickly tugged from his throat. His finger's breadth curled behind the man 's globe, pressing on the fleck just behind his sacque. He hummed softly over the head as it dragged across his tongue, more angelical precum coating it and mixing with his own expectoration. His tongue flicked across the very tip, causing a sharp grunt to unloosen from the man 's sassing. The stopcock was pulled from his mouthpiece, leaving his painted back talk with an audible 'pop'.



'' Tell daddy how old you are, minuscule 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 pass around his genu wider, giving the man a good look at the cock between his smooth branch, as if to confirm once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, daddy, '' Brian eked out in the most feminine vocalism he could muster. No Oklahoman had he spoken those works and opened his oral fissure that papa began to go against and grunt. His thick cock throbbed and erupted long jet of white gooey cum all over the boy 's face. He quickly shut his eyes, feeling the thick fluid realm all over his expression and stick to his skin. Some of it landed in his mouthpiece and over his spit, more dribbling down his chin.



Brian opened one eye and glanced up just as the man was working the end drops of cum over his chirpy pseudo chest, getting spots of cum onto his top and pectus. The worn-out alien panted and almost fell backwards as his knee joint buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to stabilise himself, struggling not to fall 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 seed from his face and smeared it across his top, he watched in mild amusement as the man fumbled with his drawers and stab. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to gather his nerves as his cock 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 spit across his lips to lick them clean. The man let out another easy moan, seeming to blush as he realized what a dirty thing he had just done. He reached for his wallet and produced a $ 20 placard, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right next to the get-go, being thrifty not to pertain the cum peppered over his peel and vesture. `` 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 fluid thigh and furiously stroked his own pounding cock. He cupped one of his embellish breasts in his early hand, feeling drops of cum against his finger's breadth. He whimpered softly, feeling his balls tighten as his unharmed body ached for release.



His knees spread wide, back arching and head tilting back as his smooth Loretta Young cock released, sending thick long circle of cum flying out. It landed in thin watercourse across the grass, the last of it leaking out over his fingers, panties, and chick. The belittled fleck was quite a mess hall with a smorgasbord of his and the customer 's cum.



As the adrenaline rush of the meeting washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining panties and attempting to smooth out his sticky getup. He licked his finger's breadth clean of his own oddment 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 suspect how he got it when he finally went to spend it .