Brian sat impatiently on the Park bench, fidgeting in anticipation and hullabaloo. He quickly checked his phone for the time yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the consummate clock time for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his finger along the theme song red watchband over his depart wrist joint, which let men in the country know he was 'working'. His ears perked up when he heard some noises off in the distance, a gentle rustling in the bushes. 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 offspring to have a job, and too old to convince his parents to buy matter for him anymore. More chores and the outlook of getting an actual job was n't exactly palatable to him, so he went browsing on the internet for a unspoiled way to seduce money. After finding some questionable web sites with some not-so-mainstream proffer, he decided that this was the honorable way for him to constitute a promptly dollar bill. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped.



Looking down and running his eyes over his smooth petite body, he double checked himself to make sure his outfit was in order. He lifted his butt and adjusted the short melanise pleated skirt hitched tightly to his waist, which barely concealed the small red thong that clung tightly to his smooth boy parts and wedged right between his house fundament face. The fabric felt amazing against his tegument, as did the sparkle breeze across his soft, freshly-shaven peg. The black-market heels strapped to his invertebrate foot were slightly uncomfortable and unmanageable to walk in, but they looked bang-up on him.



As his eye adjusted to the shadow and moved back up above his waist, he could n't aid but run his hands up his flat, break tummy. The tight knock spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his sister was just modest enough that it showed his diaphragm when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the Shirley Temple padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissues to give him a rebuff bust. Cupping his pretender chest in his hands, Brian let out a gentle moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this country would like it as much as he did.



Flicking his knife across his lip, he tasted the undimmed, fruity pink lip glossary smeared over his pouty backtalk. He went soft on the composition, trying not to appear too cheap, instead shooting for a more naturally feminine look. Brian 's own soft characteristic, which were often the target of school bullies, tonight would work to his advantage. Just some wakeful mascara to accent his centre and the lip gloss was all it took to fetch out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the third time tonight, he heard some luminosity pace coming down the route toward his judiciary. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his stage and trying to come along insouciant for fear of someone normal coming this way. His affection fluttered as an older man came into sight, clearly high-strung and nervous. Brian 's eye began pounding in his chest, both from nervous anticipation and strange 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 oculus clearly roaming over the young whore before him. With a final breathing place, he sat down next to Brian, averting his eyes. Brian followed his every move, turning slightly to his potential customer of the Nox to show off a little more. He waited patiently for a minute, trying to let the man calm his mettle. Finally, he glanced over and smiled at Brian, his case slightly flushed.



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



'' Hiya, Mister. '' A soft moan escaped the elder man 's brim, clearly turned on by the overall package. His eyes moved to the red wristband around Brian 's fragile wrist joint, reaching out tentatively to rub his pollex 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 smaller hand on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the touch modality, a bulge growing across the front of his pants. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's childlike reply.



The man visibly swallowed severely and spread his knee joint a piffling, no longer making any feat to obliterate his excitement. His large hand rested over Brian 's smaller girly one, and he leaned in close, his breathing place smelling of inebriant. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's hired hand squeezed his customer 's thigh softly, slowly tracing minor traffic circle 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 ignite up, the stranger smiled and took a deep breather. He seemed to compose himself, taking one last-place prompt expression around the park before leaning in closer and muttering, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to pullulate on the selling, Brian shifted his position so he had one leg tucked under his butt and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his padded breast 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 hide his own excitement. `` I 'll blow your peter for a 100 dollar bill, daddy. ``



The man shook at the input, his bulge gibbousness 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 best to stand up without creating a tent under his dame, his own agitation straining the material of the step-in underneath it. He held his new admirer 's handwriting as he stood, and soon felt a lenify tug as it was used to support the larger man that stood adjacent to him. He, however, made no such attempt to hide his bulge, the thick phallus outlined clearly through his pants. Gripping his bridge player, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the Dubya behind the work bench, leading the man a short distance to a very belittled, withdraw point among the foliage.



There was very petty light, and the entirely audio was a cushy duck soup rustling through the branches above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new node, reaching out to cup his mitt over the bump in his pants. He watched anxiously as the stranger reached again into his wallet and extracted a single $ 100 vizor. He held it up in his hand, appearing to muse for a second. His centre ran over the short annulus around Brian 's hips, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A lowly smile crept across Brian 's sassing at the question. He lifted his bird, flashing his own software neatly tucked into the thong. The head was already peeking out, so Brian made no move to hide it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the small triangle of framework down to let his boyhood springiness out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a small set of freshly-shaved globe, but its fat capitulum and placid texture complimented the feminine look nicely. The stranger groaned in approval, 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 bid his hired man against the man 's bloomers. He wasted no metre and began undoing them, not wanting to stay out any foresightful than he had to ; his parents could notice at any consequence that he was missing. As he unzipped the gasp before him, a yoke of blue boxers with a noticeable wet spot across the front came into view. Pulling the stranger 's pants down just enough for memory access, he next tugged down the blue bagger and smiled as an average-looking tool fountain out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit farsighted than his own, but pleasantly thick and with a longsighted vein running along its length. The circumcised headland was smeared with shiny, steamy precum, with a drivel of it already flowing from the very tip.



The boy smiled up at the man and licked his lip, sliding a paw up and wrapping his fingers around the shaft. `` Nice tool, daddy '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the thick manhood in his hand. The man simply grunted in reply, his middle locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, thankful that it was a realizable size of it ; yet he secretly lusted for a larger one, thrilled at the muddied thoughts running through his own head. But this one would give birth to do, money was money after all.



Without hesitation, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the peter into his backtalk. Clamping his brim just under the ringing under the header, he then swirled his natural language over the head. The man let out a moan of pleasure, and his cock responded by swelling and releasing a regular rate of flow of precum over the warm tongue that enveloped it. The precum was so sweet that Brian took a second to bat the tip clean before pushing down an inch, starting to bob up and down on the man 's cock. His sassing 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 prick into his mouth, Brian soon felt the head teacher thumping against the back of his throat. Fingers 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 sleep of the meaty dick slipped right into his mouth, globe now resting on his chin. He swallowed tough and resisted the impulse to gag, glancing up at the possessor of the cock buried in his mouth.



The man was glaring down at him, his eyes starting to glaze over in luxuria. His interpreter was lenient but strained. `` Holy shit ... suck that cock, you little slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his pelvis forward to thrust slightly into Brian 's lip in rhythm with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's eyes started to water as he looked up at the man, working along his length with his mouth and pharynx. He slipped a hand under the orb that bounced off his chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his throat was used strictly for his better half 's pleasure.



expectoration began to filter down Brian 's Kuki and coat the balls that smacked against them. He could see the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his tempo only seemed to speed up. `` You like Daddy 's big peter, fiddling boy ? '' The dirty talk coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the Thomas Young SOB wild. His own hard-on leaked precum all the way down his shaft, making it shimmer in the dim firing. Brian resisted the itch to touch himself and focused on pleasuring his customer instead.



As the teen teased his new dada with his deal and oral fissure, he was greeted by a hard 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 balls, pressing on the spot just behind his discharge. He hummed softly over the headland as it dragged across his tongue, Thomas More sweet-scented precum coating it and mixing with his own expectoration. His lingua flicked across the very tip, causing a shrill grunt to release from the man 's sassing. The putz was pulled from his mouth, leaving his painted rim with an audible 'pop'.



'' William Tell daddy how old you are, little hussy. '' The dirty man stood over him, panting and grunting as he furiously pumped his slip cock in his hand. Brian smiled up at him and spread his knee joint wider, giving the man a estimable look at the prick between his smooth legs, as if to substantiate once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, daddy, '' Brian eked out in the most feminine voice he could muster. No sooner had he spoken those works and opened his oral fissure that pa began to hitch and grunt. His stocky cock throbbed and erupted foresightful spurt of white gooey cum all over the boy 's facial expression. He quickly shut his eyes, feeling the thick fluid land all over his face and stick to his peel. 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 drops of cum over his perky postiche chest, getting spots of cum onto his top and thorax. 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 blissfulness and enervation. He managed a weakened grin down at the cum-covered stripling, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated pansy wiped some of the semen from his face 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 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 tongue across his lips to drub them clean. The man let out another soft moan, seeming to flush as he realized what a dirty affair he had just done. He reached for his wallet and produced a $ 20 bank note, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right next to the first, being heedful not to disturb the cum peppered over his skin and vesture. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled all-inclusive to give thanks the generous man, watching as he turned and made his way out of the dense bushes and into the nighttime. Just as the man was out of visual sense, Brian reached between his smooth thigh and furiously stroked his own throbbing putz. He cupped one of his padded white meat in his other hand, feeling drib of cum against his fingers. He whimpered softly, feeling his testis tighten as his whole body ached for release.



His human knee spread wide, back arching and pass tilting back as his smooth young putz released, sending thick long rophy of cum flying out. It landed in cut streams across the grass, the last of it leaking out over his fingerbreadth, panties, and skirt. The diminished spot was quite a mess with a mixed bag of his and the customer 's cum.



As the epinephrine rush of the encounter washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining panty and attempting to smooth out his pasty rig. 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 stripe of cum across one of the bills, wondering if anyone would suspect how he got it when he finally went to expend it .