Brian sat impatiently on the Mungo Park work bench, 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 clock time for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his fingers along the signature tune red watchband over his give radiocarpal joint, which let men in the orbit know he was 'working'. His ears perked up when he heard some noises off in the distance, a pacify rustling in the Bush. Brian smiled slightly, knowing somebody else must be doing just what he was about to do now.



He thought about that video secret plan he wanted, the one all the other kids at schoolhouse were talking about. But at 14, he was too young to have a job, and too old to convince his parents to buy affair for him anymore. more than chores and the prospect of getting an factual job was n't exactly toothsome to him, so he went browsing on the net for a better way to make money. After finding some confutative web internet site with some not-so-mainstream trace, 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 smoothen petite body, he double checked himself to wee sure his outfit was in ordering. He lifted his bottom and adjusted the short black pleated chick hitched tightly to his waist, which barely concealed the small red thong that clung tightly to his shine boy parts and wedged right between his firm butt cheek. The material felt amazing against his skin, as did the igniter breeze across his soft, freshly-shaven legs. The contraband heels strapped to his ft were slightly uncomfortable and difficult to walk in, but they looked majuscule on him.



As his eyes adjusted to the night and moved back up above his waist, he could n't help but run his hands up his plane, display tummy. The tight pink spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his sister was just little enough that it showed his midriff when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the shameful padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissue to throw him a slight bust. Cupping his fake chest in his hands, Brian let out a flabby moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this sphere would care it as much as he did.



Flicking his tongue across his mouth, he tasted the shining, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty lip. He went easy on the make-up, trying not to appear too trashy, instead shooting for a more naturally feminine aspect. Brian 's own soft characteristic, which were often the quarry of school yobo, tonight would turn to his advantage. Just some light mascara to punctuate his eyes and the lip glossary was all it took to get out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the third clock time tonight, he heard some light pace coming down the course toward his workbench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his stage and trying to appear occasional for fright of someone normal coming this way. His warmness fluttered as an older man came into survey, clearly restive and nervous. Brian 's fondness began pounding in his chest, both from queasy expectation and strange excitement. He turned and smiled softly at the man, whose darkened silhouette was coming into scene.



The man bit his downhearted lip and swallowed hard, his optic clearly roaming over the young tart before him. With a last breather, he sat down next to Brian, averting his optic. Brian followed his every motion, turning slightly to his voltage customer of the night to show off a little more. He waited patiently for a bit, trying to let the man calm his nerves. Finally, he glanced over and smiled at Brian, his fount slightly flushed.



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



'' Hiya, Mr. '' A soft moan escaped the older man 's sass, clearly turned on by the overall package. His eyes moved to the red bangle 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 bulge growing across the front of his bloomers. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's unsubdivided reply.



The man visibly swallowed arduous and spread his knees a little, no longer making any effort to blot out his exhilaration. His with child handwriting rested over Brian 's humble girly one, and he leaned in close, his breathing space smelling of intoxicant. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's script squeezed his client 's second joint softly, slowly tracing minor roofy along it with his fingertips, trying to advance the man 's confidence in his decisiveness. `` That 's ok. I 'm very discreet, '' Brian cooed.



His centre seeming to fall up, the stranger smiled and took a inscrutable breathing spell. He seemed to compile himself, taking one in conclusion quick look around the park before leaning in finisher and grumbling, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to pour on the marketing, Brian shifted his perspective so he had one leg tucked under his buttocks and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his bolster chest against the alien 's arm and pushing his hand between the man 's thighs, cupping his extrusion. His vox was low, but he made no feat to conceal his own agitation. `` I 'll wet-nurse your tool for a one hundred vaulting horse, daddy. ``



The man shook at the comment, his gibbosity swelling and straining against Brian 's handwriting. 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 topper to stand up without creating a tent under his bird, his own excitement straining the fabric of the panty 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 expectant man that stood next to him. He, however, made no such try to hide his protrusion, the fatheaded member outlined clearly through his pants. Gripping his hired man, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the George Bush behind the judiciary, leading the man a short distance to a very minuscule, cloistered spot among the foliage.



There was very little light, and the solitary speech sound was a piano air rustling through the arm above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new client, reaching out to cup his deal over the bulge in his knickers. He watched anxiously as the stranger reached again into his pocketbook and extracted a single $ 100 placard. He held it up in his hired hand, appearing to mull for a second gear. His eyes ran over the brusque doll around Brian 's hips, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A minor smiling crept across Brian 's lips at the question. He lifted his wench, flashing his own parcel neatly tucked into the thong. The fountainhead 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 spring out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a small set of freshly-shaved balls, but its fat point and placid texture complimented the feminine flavour nicely. The stranger groaned in favorable reception, quickly handing the crossdressed boy his money.



Quickly taking the note and stuffing it into his bra, Brian calmly slipped to his knee joint and reached up to beseech his hands against the man 's trouser. He wasted no clip and began undoing them, not wanting to detain out any farsighted than he had to ; his parents could acknowledge at any here and now that he was missing. As he unzipped the gasp before him, a couplet of racy boxershorts with a noticeable wet topographic point across the front man came into view. Pulling the unknown 's knickers down just enough for 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 longer than his own, but pleasantly thickheaded and with a recollective mineral vein running along its distance. The circumcised head was smeared with burnished, 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 hired man up and wrapping his fingers around the shaft. `` Nice stopcock, daddy '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the duncish manhood in his hand. The man simply grunted in response, his centre 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 sentiment running through his own straits. But this one would stimulate to do, money was money after all.



Without hesitation, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the pecker into his mouth. Clamping his rim just under the ring under the head, he then swirled his tongue over the head. The man let out a moan of pleasance, and his turncock responded by swelling and releasing a steady flow of precum over the warm glossa that enveloped it. The precum was so sweet that Brian took a instant to lick the tip clean before pushing down an in, starting to bob up and down on the man 's cock. His lips 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 and more of the delicious hammer into his rima oris, Brian soon felt the head thumping against the spinal column of his throat. digit curled in his hair and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to allow the head to pop into his throat. The rest of the meaty dick slipped right into his sass, balls now resting on his Kuki. He swallowed hard and resisted the urge 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 candy over in lust. His part was soft but strained. `` Holy horseshit ... sucking that cock, you little adulteress, '' he encouraged, rocking his hips forward to squeeze slightly into Brian 's back talk 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 length with his oral cavity and throat. He slipped a manus under the balls that bounced off his chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his throat was used strictly for his partner 's pleasure.



saliva began to dribble down Brian 's chin and cake the Ball that smacked against them. He could hear the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his pace only seemed to speed up. `` You like pa 's big rooster, little boy ? '' The dirty talk of the town coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the young cocksucker wild. His own erection leaked precum all the way down his ray, making it shimmer in the dim light. Brian resisted the impulse to affect himself and focused on pleasuring his customer instead.



As the teenager teased his new Daddy with his handwriting and mouth, he was greeted by a hard thrust into his mouthpiece. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nose as the head was just as quickly tugged from his pharynx. His finger curled behind the man 's formal, pressing on the office 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 spit. His tongue flicked across the very tip, causing a sharp oink to release from the man 's lips. The pecker was pulled from his mouth, leaving his painted mouth with an audible 'pop'.



'' William Tell daddy how old you are, fiddling strumpet. '' The dirty man stood over him, panting and grunting as he furiously pumped his slick shaft in his paw. Brian smiled up at him and disseminate his knees wider, giving the man a good face at the rooster between his bland wooden leg, as if to confirm once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, dada, '' Brian eked out in the most feminine part he could muster. No sooner had he spoken those works and opened his lip that Daddy began to go against and grunt. His dense cock throbbed and erupted foresightful spirt of white gooey cum all over the boy 's typeface. He quickly shut his eyes, feeling the thick fluid estate all over his face and stick to his skin. Some of it landed in his mouth and over his glossa, more dribbling down his chin.



Brian opened one eye and glanced up just as the man was working the final dip of cum over his chirpy fake breast, getting spots of cum onto his top and chest. The spent stranger panted and almost fell backwards as his knees buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to steady himself, struggling not to fall over in post-coital bliss and exhaustion. He managed a weakened grinning down at the cum-covered stripling, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated Milquetoast wiped some of the seed from his face and smeared it across his top, he watched in mild entertainment as the man fumbled with his boxers and stab. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to gather his spunk as his putz was tucked back safely into the confines of his shorts. `` Wow, that was ... that was amazing. 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 lick them neat. The man let out another cushy moan, 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 side by side to the first, being careful not to touch the cum peppered over his skin and clothing. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled across-the-board 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 politic thighs and furiously stroked his own throbbing cock. He cupped one of his padded breasts in his early paw, feeling drops of cum against his fingers. He whimpered softly, feeling his balls tighten as his whole consistence ached for release.



His knees spread full, support arching and straits tilting back as his smooth young cock released, sending midst long ropes of cum flying out. It landed in fragile streams across the grass, the net of it leaking out over his finger, pantie, and wench. The lowly spot was quite a mess with a mixing of his and the customer 's cum.



As the adrenaline rush of the meeting washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining pantie and attempting to smooth out out his steamy outfit. He licked his fingerbreadth 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 billhook, wondering if anyone would suspect how he got it when he finally went to spend it .