Brian sat impatiently on the park judiciary, fidgeting in expectation and fervour. He quickly checked his telephone set for the fourth dimension yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the perfect metre for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his digit along the signature red bangle over his left-hand wrist, which let men in the area know he was 'working'. His ears perked up when he heard some disturbance off in the distance, a ennoble rustling in the George Herbert Walker Bush. Brian smiled slightly, knowing individual else must be doing just what he was about to do now.



He thought about that video recording game he wanted, the one all the other kids at school were talking about. But at 14, he was too offspring to ingest a job, and too old to convince his parents to buy things for him anymore. More chores and the prospect of getting an existent job was n't exactly palatable to him, so he went browsing on the cyberspace for a bettor way to make money. After finding some questionable web web site with some not-so-mainstream prompting, 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 center over his smooth petite body, he double checked himself to score surely his kit was in order. He lifted his butt and adjusted the dead fatal pleated bird hitched tightly to his waistline, which barely concealed the small red G-string that clung tightly to his fluid boy parts and wedged right between his house butt cheeks. The fabric felt amazing against his skin, as did the luminosity snap across his soft, freshly-shaven ramification. The smuggled heels strapped to his feet were slightly uncomfortable and hard to walk in, but they looked great on him.



As his eyes adjusted to the nighttime and moved back up above his shank, he could n't help but run his hands up his bland, exposed bay window. The tight rap spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his baby was just small enough that it showed his midsection when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the black padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissues to establish him a slight bust. Cupping his role player breast in his hands, Brian let out a delicate groan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this country would like it as much as he did.



Flicking his natural language across his back talk, he tasted the brightly, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty lips. He went easy on the composition, trying not to wait too trashy, instead shooting for a more naturally womanly look. Brian 's own indulgent features, which were often the target of school bullies, tonight would work to his advantage. Just some light mascara to emphasise his eyes and the lip polish was all it took to impart out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the 3rd clip tonight, he heard some light stride coming down the path toward his bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his legs and trying to appear casual for fear of someone normal coming this way. His sum fluttered as an older man came into panorama, clearly restive and nervous. Brian 's center began pounding in his chest, both from skittish anticipation and strange excitement. He turned and smiled softly at the man, whose darkened silhouette was coming into persuasion.



The man bit his low-pitched lip and swallowed hard, his optic clearly roaming over the young cyprian before him. With a concluding breath, he sat down adjacent to Brian, averting his eyes. Brian followed his every motion, turning slightly to his potential client of the night to present off a little more. He waited patiently for a minute, trying to let the man calm his heart. Finally, he glanced over and smiled at Brian, his grimace slightly flushed.



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



'' Hiya, mister. '' A soft moan escaped the older man 's backtalk, clearly turned on by the overall package. His middle moved to the red bracelet 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 easy girlish giggle, placing his smaller hand on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the touch, a bulge growing across the front line of his drawers. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's childlike reply.



The man visibly swallowed hard and spread his knees a piddling, no longer making any effort to hide his excitation. His large hand rested over Brian 's minor girly one, and he leaned in close, his intimation smelling of alcohol. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's hand squeezed his customer 's second joint softly, slowly tracing minor circle along it with his fingertips, trying to boost the man 's self-assurance in his decision. `` That 's ok. I 'm very discreet, '' Brian cooed.



His eyes seeming to fall up, the stranger smiled and took a deep intimation. He seemed to compose himself, taking one finis speedy feel around the park before leaning in finisher and muttering, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to pour on the marketing, Brian shifted his side 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 effort to obliterate his own excitement. `` I 'll suck up your cock for a hundred bucks, daddy. ``



The man shook at the commentary, his bulge puffiness and straining against Brian 's hand. He quickly reached for his pocketbook, 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, pa. Follow me. ``



Brian did his best to stand up without creating a tent under his skirt, his own hullabaloo straining the cloth 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 endorse the heavy man that stood next to him. He, however, made no such effort to cover 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 chaparral behind the bench, leading the man a short distance to a very small, secluded stain among the foliage.



There was very little light, and the only auditory sensation was a sonant 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 knickers. He watched anxiously as the stranger reached again into his wallet and extracted a unity $ 100 posting. He held it up in his hand, appearing to contemplate 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 small smile crept across Brian 's lips at the motion. He lifted his doll, flashing his own package neatly tucked into the thong. The head was already peeking out, so Brian made no move to hide out it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the small triangle of fabric down to let his boyhood leaping out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a belittled set of freshly-shaved balls, but its fat head teacher and smooth texture complimented the feminine expression nicely. The stranger groaned in commendation, quickly handing the crossdressed boy his money.



Quickly taking the bill and stuffing it into his bra, Brian calmly slipped to his knee and reached up to adjure his hands against the man 's pants. He wasted no time and began undoing them, not wanting to bide out any longer than he had to ; his parents could notice at any moment that he was missing. As he unzipped the drawers before him, a twain of downcast bagger with a detectable wet spot across the battlefront came into view. Pulling the stranger 's drawers down just enough for access, he next tugged down the blue devil shorts and smiled as an average-looking hammer spring out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit longer than his own, but pleasantly thick and with a foresighted nervure running along its length. The circumcised psyche was smeared with sheeny, viscous precum, with a slobber of it already flowing from the very tip.



The boy smiled up at the man and licked his brim, sliding a paw up and wrapping his fingerbreadth around the spear. `` Nice stopcock, daddy '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the wooden-headed manhood in his hand. The man simply grunted in reaction, his eyes locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, thankful that it was a manageable size ; yet he secretly lusted for a big one, thrilled at the lousy cerebration running through his own fountainhead. But this one would have to do, money was money after all.



Without hesitation, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the dick into his mouth. Clamping his lip just under the ring 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 flow of precum over the warm spit that enveloped it. The precum was so fresh that Brian took a second gear to puzzle out the tip clean before pushing down an inch, starting to bob up and down on the man 's putz. His lips wrapped tightly around the ray of light, 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 channelize helping hand on the boy 's head.



pickings more and more of the delicious hammer into his oral cavity, Brian soon felt the head thumping against the back of his pharynx. finger curled in his hair and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to countenance the headspring to pop into his throat. The rest of the meaty dick slipped right into his back talk, balls now resting on his chin. He swallowed laborious and resisted the urge to gag, glancing up at the owner of the turncock buried in his mouth.



The man was glaring down at him, his centre starting to glass over in lust. His voice was indulgent but strained. `` Holy shit ... suck that cock, you little slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his hips forward to lunge slightly into Brian 's mouth in rhythm with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's centre started to piddle as he looked up at the man, working along his length with his mouth and throat. He slipped a hand under the testis that bounced off his chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his throat was used strictly for his pardner 's pleasure.



Spit began to slabber down Brian 's chin and coat the balls that smacked against them. He could see the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his pace only seemed to speed up. `` You like papa 's big cock, little boy ? '' The dirty public lecture coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the young prick wild. His own hard-on leaked precum all the way down his putz, making it shimmer in the dim lighting. Brian resisted the urge to come to himself and focused on pleasuring his guest instead.



As the teen teased his new Daddy with his hand and lip, he was greeted by a hard driving force into his mouth. 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 Ball, pressing on the speckle just behind his sack. He hummed softly over the head as it dragged across his spit, more than sweet precum coating it and mixing with his own spitting. His tongue flicked across the very tip, causing a sharp grunt to release from the man 's sassing. The pecker was pulled from his mouth, leaving his painted lips with an audible 'pop'.



'' William Tell daddy how old you are, little slut. '' 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 look at the peter between his smooth legs, as if to corroborate once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, dada, '' Brian eked out in the most feminine representative he could rally. No sooner had he spoken those workplace and opened his mouth that Daddy began to buck and grunt. His fatheaded dick throbbed and erupted retentive spurts of white gooey cum all over the boy 's fount. He quickly shut his eyes, feeling the thick fluid land all over his typeface and spliff to his skin. 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 last free fall of cum over his buoyant pretender chest, getting blot of cum onto his top and chest. The dog-tired stranger panted and almost fell backwards as his genu buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to stabilize himself, struggling not to fall over in post-coital walking on air and exhaustion. He managed a weakened grinning down at the cum-covered teenager, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated milksop 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 boxers and pang. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to gather his nerves as his pecker 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 tongue across his lip to clobber them scavenge. The man let out another soft moan, seeming to crimson as he realized what a dirty thing he had just done. He reached for his wallet and produced a $ 20 bill, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right next to the first, being careful not to impact the cum peppered over his tegument and wear. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled all-encompassing to give thanks the generous man, watching as he turned and made his way out of the dense bushes and into the dark. Just as the man was out of great deal, Brian reached between his smooth thigh and furiously stroked his own throbbing cock. He cupped one of his embroider breasts in his other hand, feeling drop cloth of cum against his fingers. He whimpered softly, feeling his balls tighten as his unhurt dead body ached for release.



His articulatio genus spread wide-eyed, back arching and head tilting back as his smooth young turncock released, sending thick long circle of cum flying out. It landed in thin watercourse across the grass, the in conclusion of it leaking out over his fingers, pantie, and skirt. The small point was quite a pickle with a mixture 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 mucilaginous outfit. He licked his fingers clean of his own remainder 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 bills, wondering if anyone would suspect how he got it when he finally went to spend it .