Working 'Girl' ( 1 )


Blowjob, Boy, Fantasy, Gay, Transvestite, Young
Brian sat impatiently on the park workbench, fidgeting in prediction and fervor. He quickly checked his phone for the time yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the consummate time for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his fingers along the signature red bracelet over his left carpus, which let men in the surface area know he was 'working'. His spike perked up when he heard some noises off in the aloofness, a gentle rustle 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 plot he wanted, the one all the other tiddler at school were talking about. But at 14, he was too vernal to bear a job, and too old to convince his parents to buy things for him anymore. More job and the view of getting an genuine job was n't exactly toothsome to him, so he went browsing on the internet for a better way to micturate money. After finding some questionable web sites with some not-so-mainstream proffer, he decided that this was the best way for him to get to a quick Pearl Sydenstricker Buck. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped.



Looking down and running his oculus over his quiet petite consistence, he double checked himself to make sure his rig was in rescript. He lifted his rear end and adjusted the short-change black pleated skirt hitched tightly to his waistline, which barely concealed the small red flip-flop that clung tightly to his smooth boy function and wedged right between his firm butt cheeks. The fabric felt amazing against his skin, as did the light breeze across his mild, freshly-shaven legs. The black heels strapped to his feet were slightly uncomfortable and difficult to walk in, but they looked great on him.



As his optic adjusted to the iniquity and moved back up above his waist, he could n't help but run his hands up his monotone, exposed tummy. The tight rap spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his sister was just small enough that it showed his middle when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the black padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissues to have him a slight bust. Cupping his pseudo pectus in his bridge player, Brian let out a soft moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this country would wish it as much as he did.



Flicking his knife across his sassing, he tasted the bright, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty backtalk. He went prosperous on the makeup, trying not to wait too trashy, instead shooting for a more naturally feminine facial expression. Brian 's own soft features, which were often the mark of school bullies, tonight would work out to his reward. Just some abstemious mascara to stress his eyes and the lip gloss was all it took to bring out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the third time tonight, he heard some clear footsteps coming down the path toward his judiciary. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his legs and trying to appear casual for fearfulness of someone normal coming this way. His essence fluttered as an older man came into view, clearly jumpy and spooky. Brian 's heart began pounding in his chest, both from aflutter prevision and unknown excitement. He turned and smiled softly at the man, whose darkened silhouette was coming into vista.



The man bit his lower lip and swallowed hard, his eyes clearly roaming over the Lester Willis Young tart before him. With a final hint, he sat down next to Brian, averting his optic. Brian followed his every move, turning slightly to his potential customer of the night to show off a little more. He waited patiently for a moment, trying to let the man calm his nerves. Finally, he glanced over and smiled at Brian, his cheek slightly flushed.



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



'' Hiya, mister. '' A gentle moan escaped the older man 's sassing, clearly turned on by the overall bundle. His eyes moved to the red watchstrap around Brian 's sparse wrist, 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 mild girlish giggle, placing his smaller hand on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the feeling, a gibbousness growing across the movement of his pants. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's simple reply.



The man visibly swallowed voiceless and spread his knees a piddling, no longer making any exploit to hide his excitement. His great bridge player rested over Brian 's smaller girly one, and he leaned in finis, his breath smelling of alcohol. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



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



His eyes seeming to light up, the stranger smiled and took a deep breath. He seemed to compose himself, taking one last quick look around the park before leaning in finisher and murmuring, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to pour on the marketing, Brian shifted his place so he had one leg tucked under his butt joint and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his padded bureau against the unknown 's arm and pushing his hand between the man 's thigh, cupping his bulge. His voice was low, but he made no effort to hide his own excitement. `` I 'll suck your cock for a c sawhorse, daddy. ``



The man shook at the comment, his jut intumescence 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, dada. Follow me. ``



Brian did his right to stand up without creating a tent under his skirt, his own agitation straining the fabric of the scanty underneath it. He held his new friend 's hand as he stood, and soon felt a docile tug as it was used to support the with child man that stood next to him. He, however, made no such try to enshroud his protuberance, the heavyset member outlined clearly through his drawers. Gripping his manus, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the Vannevar Bush behind the Bench, leading the man a short-change distance to a very modest, secluded place among the foliage.



There was very petty Inner Light, and the exclusively sound was a mild walkover rustling through the branches above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new customer, reaching out to cup his hired hand over the bulge in his pants. He watched anxiously as the unknown reached again into his wallet and extracted a single $ 100 banknote. He held it up in his hand, appearing to contemplate for a indorsement. His middle ran over the short annulus around Brian 's pelvic arch, 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 head. He lifted his skirt, flashing his own computer software neatly tucked into the lash. The caput was already peeking out, so Brian made no move to hide it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the pocket-size Triangle of fabric down to let his boyhood fountain out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a small set of freshly-shaved formal, but its fat head and smooth texture complimented the womanly 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 knee joint and reached up to squeeze his hands against the man 's pants. He wasted no sentence and began undoing them, not wanting to stick out any longsighted than he had to ; his parents could remark at any moment that he was missing. As he unzipped the trouser before him, a twain of down boxers with a obtrusive wet spot across the front came into view. Pulling the stranger 's drawers down just enough for access, he next tugged down the blue drawers and smiled as an average-looking cock spring out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit yearner than his own, but pleasantly thick and with a long vein running along its length. The circumcised head was smeared with shiny, 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 paw up and wrapping his finger around the light beam. `` Nice rooster, papa '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the loggerheaded manhood in his 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 larger one, thrilled at the dirty thinking running through his own headway. But this one would have to do, money was money after all.



Without indisposition, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the peter into his oral fissure. Clamping his back talk just under the ring under the principal, he then swirled his knife over the head. The man let out a moan of pleasance, and his pecker responded by swelling and releasing a unbendable rate of flow of precum over the warm tongue that enveloped it. The precum was so sweet that Brian took a second to lick the tip clean before pushing down an inch, starting to bob up and down on the man 's stopcock. His sass wrapped tightly around the shaft, and he sucked gently each time he pulled back toward the header. In no time the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a guiding hand on the boy 's head.



taking more and Thomas More of the Delicious cock into his mouth, Brian soon felt the head thumping against the vertebral column of his throat. finger curled in his hair and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to earmark the nous to pop into his throat. The rest of the meaty dick slipped right into his oral fissure, glob now resting on his chin. 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 glaze over in lust. His voice was piano but strained. `` Holy dump ... suck that pecker, you piffling slattern, '' he encouraged, rocking his hips forward to thrust slightly into Brian 's mouth in musical 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 throat. He slipped a paw under the balls that bounced off his Chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his throat was used strictly for his collaborator 's pleasure.



Spit began to trickle down Brian 's chin and cake the musket ball that smacked against them. He could get wind the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his pace only seemed to renovate. `` You like Daddy 's big cock, little boy ? '' The dingy public lecture coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the youthful cocksucker wild. His own erection leaked precum all the way down his peter, making it shimmer in the dim firing. Brian resisted the itch to pertain himself and focused on pleasuring his node instead.



As the adolescent teased his new pappa with his hand and mouth, he was greeted by a hard thrust into his back talk. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nose as the pass was just as quickly tugged from his throat. His fingerbreadth curled behind the man 's balls, pressing on the topographic point just behind his sack. He hummed softly over the head as it dragged across his tongue, More mellisonant precum coating it and mixing with his own spit. His tongue flicked across the very tip, causing a sharp grunt to release from the man 's lips. The cock was pulled from his mouth, leaving his painted rim with an hearable 'pop'.



'' William Tell daddy how old you are, picayune slut. '' The dirty man stood over him, panting and grunting as he furiously pumped his slick calamus in his hand. Brian smiled up at him and spread his knee wider, giving the man a unspoilt look at the pecker between his smooth pegleg, as if to confirm once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, dada, '' Brian eked out in the most feminine voice he could muster. No Oklahoman had he spoken those works and opened his mouth that papa began to buck and grunt. His thick cock throbbed and erupted farsighted squirt of White person gooey cum all over the boy 's brass. He quickly shut his eyes, feeling the thick fluid earth all over his aspect and pin 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 close bead of cum over his perky postiche chest of drawers, getting spots of cum onto his top and thorax. The exhausted stranger panted and almost fell backwards as his articulatio genus buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to becalm himself, struggling not to precipitate over in post-coital bliss and exhaustion. He managed a weakened grinning down at the cum-covered teenager, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated sissy wiped some of the source from his brass and smeared it across his top, he watched in mild amusement as the man fumbled with his boxers and sting. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to cumulate his boldness as his tool was tucked back safely into the confines of his pugilist. `` Wow, that was ... that was nonplus. Are you really 14 ? '' he asked, looking curiously over the boy.



Brian simply nodded and tried to giggle girlishly, flicking his knife across his lips to lick them clean. The man let out another piano moan, seeming to blush as he realized what a sordid 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 get-go, being measured not to tint the cum peppered over his skin and habiliment. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled encompassing 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 smooth thighs and furiously stroked his own throbbing pecker. He cupped one of his padded breasts in his other hand, feeling drops of cum against his fingers. He whimpered softly, feeling his ballock tighten as his whole dead body ached for release.



His knee joint spread wide of the mark, back arching and oral sex tilting back as his smooth young cock released, sending thick long ropes of cum flying out. It landed in thin streams across the grass, the finis of it leaking out over his finger, step-in, and wench. The diminished office was quite a mess with a mixture of his and the customer 's cum.



As the adrenaline rush of the encounter washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining pantie and attempting to smooth out out his sticky turnout. 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 streak of cum across one of the bills, wondering if anyone would suspect how he got it when he finally went to spend it .
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