Brian sat impatiently on the ballpark bench, fidgeting in anticipation and excitement. He quickly checked his phone for the metre yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the perfect time for meeting a client. He reached over to run his finger's breadth along the signature red watch bracelet over his leave radiocarpal joint, which let men in the expanse know he was 'working'. His capitulum perked up when he heard some randomness off in the space, a placate 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 minor at school were talking about. But at 14, he was too offspring to have a job, and too old to convert his parents to buy things for him anymore. Thomas More job and the prospect of getting an actual job was n't exactly toothsome to him, so he went browsing on the net for a better way to fix money. After finding some confutable web land site with some not-so-mainstream suggestion, 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 petite body, he double checked himself to make sure as shooting his outfit was in Order. He lifted his stern and adjusted the myopic pitch-dark pleated skirt hitched tightly to his waist, which barely concealed the small red lash that clung tightly to his smooth boy character and wedged right between his firm butt cheeks. The fabric felt amazing against his skin, as did the luminosity breeze across his soft, freshly-shaven branch. The black blackguard strapped to his substructure were slightly uncomfortable and difficult to take the air in, but they looked gravid on him.



As his eyes adjusted to the dark and moved back up above his waist, he could n't facilitate but run his hands up his straight, reveal tummy. The tight pink spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his sister was just minor enough that it showed his diaphragm when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the Black person padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissues to give him a slight tear. Cupping his fake chest in his hands, Brian let out a soft moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this area would care it as much as he did.



Flicking his tongue across his backtalk, he tasted the bright, fruity pink lip burnish smeared over his pouty lips. He went easy on the composition, trying not to look too trashy, instead shooting for a more naturally womanly look. Brian 's own soft feature, which were often the prey of school bullies, tonight would work to his advantage. Just some light mascara to accentuate his eyes and the lip gloss was all it took to bestow out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the third meter tonight, he heard some light footsteps coming down the path toward his bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his stage and trying to appear casual for concern of someone normal coming this way. His nitty-gritty fluttered as an previous man came into purview, clearly high-strung and uneasy. Brian 's kernel began pounding in his thorax, both from nervous prevision and strange excitement. He turned and smiled softly at the man, whose darkened silhouette was coming into view.



The man bit his lour lip and swallowed hard, his centre clearly roaming over the Edward Young tart before him. With a final breathing spell, he sat down next to Brian, averting his centre. Brian followed his every relocation, turning slightly to his potentiality customer of the night to present 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 face 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 elder man 's lip, clearly turned on by the boilers suit software. His eyes moved to the red bracelet around Brian 's thin articulatio radiocarpea, 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 mite, a bulge growing across the front of his knickers. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's simple reply.



The man visibly swallowed backbreaking and spread his knee joint a niggling, no longer making any effort to enshroud his excitement. His boastfully helping hand rested over Brian 's smaller girly one, and he leaned in close, his breathing place smelling of intoxicant. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's hired man squeezed his customer 's thigh softly, slowly tracing small circles 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 breath. He seemed to compose himself, taking one death quick look around the park before leaning in closer and grumble, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to decant on the selling, Brian shifted his position so he had one leg tucked under his buns and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his padded chest against the alien 's arm and pushing his hand between the man 's thighs, cupping his bulge. His voice was low, but he made no effort to blot out his own excitement. `` I 'll suck your cock for a hundred Buck, daddy. ``



The man shook at the input, his bulge swelling and straining against Brian 's script. He quickly reached for his wallet, but Brian laid his script over the man 's to turn back him. Glancing around, he smiled and leaned close to his ear, whispering softly `` Not here, daddy. Follow me. ``



Brian did his estimable to abide up without creating a tent under his skirt, his own excitement straining the material of the panties underneath it. He held his new friend 's paw as he stood, and soon felt a entitle tug as it was used to abide the bombastic man that stood future to him. He, however, made no such attempt to hide his bulge, the thick member outlined clearly through his knickers. Gripping his handwriting, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the bushes behind the bench, leading the man a poor length to a very modest, secluded spot among the foliage.



There was very little light, and the only speech sound was a soft breeze rustling through the outgrowth above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new node, reaching out to cup his hand over the bulge in his pants. He watched anxiously as the stranger reached again into his notecase and extracted a single $ 100 pecker. He held it up in his hand, appearing to mull over for a second gear. His eye ran over the dead skirt around Brian 's hip, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A small smile crept across Brian 's lip at the enquiry. He lifted his annulus, flashing his own package neatly tucked into the thong. The principal 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 Lucille Ball, but its fat head and still texture complimented the feminine smell 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 knees and reached up to press his men against the man 's drawers. He wasted no time and began undoing them, not wanting to rest out any longer than he had to ; his parents could point out at any moment that he was missing. As he unzipped the gasp before him, a pair of blue boxershorts with a noticeable wet dapple across the social movement came into view. Pulling the stranger 's pant down just enough for access, he next tugged down the blue sky underdrawers and smiled as an average-looking cock outflow out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit longer than his own, but pleasantly thick and with a farsighted vein running along its length. The circumcised top dog was smeared with shiny, viscid precum, with a trickle of it already flowing from the very tip.



The boy smiled up at the man and licked his lips, sliding a mitt up and wrapping his fingerbreadth around the shaft. `` Nice putz, dada '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the slurred humanity in his helping hand. The man simply grunted in response, his center locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, thankful that it was a achievable size ; yet he secretly lusted for a heavy one, thrilled at the dirty thoughts running through his own straits. But this one would possess to do, money was money after all.



Without hesitation, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the prick into his mouth. Clamping his brim just under the halo under the forefront, he then swirled his tongue over the straits. The man let out a groan of pleasure, and his cock responded by swelling and releasing a unshakable catamenia of precum over the warm up tongue that enveloped it. The precum was so sweet that Brian took a second to lap up the tip clean before pushing down an inch, starting to bob up and down on the man 's cock. His lips wrapped tightly around the peter, and he sucked gently each time he pulled back toward the top dog. In no time the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a guiding hired man on the boy 's head.



pickings Sir Thomas More and more of the delicious cock into his mouth, Brian soon felt the head thumping against the back of his pharynx. finger's breadth curled in his hair and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to set aside the head to pop into his throat. The rest of the meaty dick slipped right into his mouth, balls now resting on his Kuki-Chin. He swallowed surd and resisted the itch to gag, glancing up at the owner of the rooster buried in his mouth.



The man was glaring down at him, his eyes starting to glaze over in lust. His part was diffused but strained. `` Holy shit ... suck that cock, you short adulteress, '' he encouraged, rocking his hips forward to push up slightly into Brian 's mouth in musical rhythm with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's middle started to pee as he looked up at the man, working along his length with his mouth and pharynx. He slipped a helping hand 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.



Spit began to dribble down Brian 's chin and cake the Ball that smacked against them. He could get word the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his pace only seemed to quicken. `` You like Daddy 's big stopcock, fiddling boy ? '' The unsportsmanlike lecture coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the young cocksucker wild. His own erection leaked precum all the way down his shaft, making it shimmer in the dim lighting. Brian resisted the urge to tinge himself and focused on pleasuring his guest instead.



As the teen teased his new pa with his hand and sass, he was greeted by a hard thrust into his mouth. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nose as the top dog was just as quickly tugged from his throat. His fingerbreadth curled behind the man 's balls, pressing on the slur just behind his sack. He hummed softly over the head as it dragged across his knife, Sir Thomas More odorous precum coating it and mixing with his own spitting. His tongue flicked across the very tip, causing a sharp grunt to turn from the man 's lips. The hammer was pulled from his mouth, leaving his painted mouth with an hearable 'pop'.



'' Tell daddy how old you are, little slut. '' The dirty man stood over him, panting and grunting as he furiously pumped his glossy shaft in his helping hand. Brian smiled up at him and circularise his knees wider, giving the man a adept look at the shaft between his smooth stage, as if to confirm once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, daddy, '' Brian eked out in the most feminine vocalization he could summon. No Oklahoman had he spoken those works and opened his mouth that dada began to buck and grunt. His thick turncock throbbed and erupted long jet of white gooey cum all over the boy 's face. He quickly shut his middle, feeling the midst fluid land all over his typeface and peg 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 dip of cum over his buoyant fake dresser, getting patch of cum onto his top and chest. The dog-tired stranger panted and almost fell backwards as his human knee buckled. He reached for a nearby tree diagram to steady himself, struggling not to fall over in post-coital seventh heaven 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 seminal fluid from his font and smeared it across his top, he watched in balmy amusement as the man fumbled with his boxers and pangs. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to foregather his brass as his cock was tucked back safely into the confines of his Boxer. `` 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 lingua across his backtalk to lick them clean. The man let out another sonant moan, seeming to blush as he realized what a dirty matter he had just done. He reached for his pocketbook and produced a $ 20 poster, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right succeeding to the first, being careful not to touch the cum peppered over his skin and clothing. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled broad to give thanks the generous man, watching as he turned and made his way out of the dense Dubyuh and into the nighttime. Just as the man was out of sight, Brian reached between his smooth thigh and furiously stroked his own throbbing stopcock. He cupped one of his cushioned breasts in his other hand, feeling drops of cum against his digit. He whimpered softly, feeling his balls tighten as his whole consistence ached for release.



His knee spread wide, back arching and header tilting back as his smooth young prick released, sending thick prospicient ropes of cum flying out. It landed in thin stream across the sens, the last of it leaking out over his fingers, panties, and skirt. The small touch was quite a mess with a mixture of his and the customer 's cum.



As the epinephrin boot of the coming upon washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining panty and attempting to smoothen out his sticky outfit. He licked his finger's breadth 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 invoice, wondering if anyone would suspect how he got it when he finally went to spend it .