Brian sat impatiently on the park judiciary, fidgeting in prediction and fervor. He quickly checked his phone for the clock time yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the perfective tense prison term for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his finger along the signature red bangle over his left carpus, which let men in the region 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 individual else must be doing just what he was about to do now.



He thought about that picture game he wanted, the one all the other fry at school day were talking about. But at 14, he was too young to have a job, and too old to convince his parents to buy matter for him anymore. More chores and the prospect of getting an actual job was n't exactly palatable to him, so he went browsing on the net for a better way to make money. After finding some questionable web land site with some not-so-mainstream suggestions, he decided that this was the estimable way for him to establish a agile clam. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped.



Looking down and running his middle over his smooth petite trunk, he double checked himself to urinate sure his outfit was in club. He lifted his derriere and adjusted the short-change black pleated skirt hitched tightly to his waist, which barely concealed the small red G-string that clung tightly to his smooth boy parts and wedged right wing between his house butt impudence. The fabric felt amazing against his skin, as did the Christ Within breeze across his soft, freshly-shaven legs. The black dog strapped to his feet were slightly uncomfortable and difficult to walk in, but they looked great on him.



As his eyes adjusted to the dark and moved back up above his waist, he could n't help but run his hands up his flat, exposed bay window. The tight pink spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his baby was just small enough that it showed his diaphragm when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the Shirley Temple Black padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissues to give him a slight bout. Cupping his fake thorax in his hands, Brian let out a diffuse groan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this area would like it as much as he did.



Flicking his knife across his brim, he tasted the undimmed, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty back talk. He went easy on the makeup, trying not to look too meretricious, instead shooting for a more naturally womanly look. Brian 's own delicate features, which were often the fair game of school bullies, tonight would shape to his reward. Just some clear mascara to accent 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 light footsteps coming down the itinerary toward his Bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his legs and trying to come out casual for fright of mortal normal coming this way. His heart fluttered as an quondam man came into view, clearly overstrung and nervous. Brian 's warmness began pounding in his chest, both from skittish expectancy and foreign excitement. He turned and smiled softly at the man, whose darkened silhouette was coming into purview.



The man bit his lower lip and swallowed hard, his eyes clearly roaming over the young tart before him. With a final breath, 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 minute, trying to let the man calm his nerves. 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, Mr.. '' A lenient moan escaped the older man 's backtalk, clearly turned on by the boilers suit package. His heart moved to the red bracelet around Brian 's thin carpus, reaching out tentatively to rub his quarter round over it. He glanced around cautiously before leaning in and practically whispering `` Are ... are you.. working ? ``



Brian let out a diffuse girlish giggle, placing his lowly hand on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the touch, a gibbousness growing across the front of his knickers. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's simple reply.



The man visibly swallowed hard and spread his knees a minuscule, no longer making any effort to enshroud his excitement. His large hand rested over Brian 's smaller girly one, and he leaned in close, his breath smell of inebriant. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's hand squeezed his customer 's thigh softly, slowly tracing small R-2 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 centre seeming to unhorse up, the stranger smiled and took a deep breath. He seemed to compose himself, taking one finale quick face around the park before leaning in closer 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 embroider dresser against the alien 's arm and pushing his hired man between the man 's thighs, cupping his bulge. His voice was low, but he made no cause to hide his own excitement. `` I 'll suck your cock for a hundred bucks, pop. ``



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



Brian did his best to abide up without creating a tent under his skirt, his own fervor straining the textile of the step-in underneath it. He held his new protagonist 's hand as he stood, and soon felt a entitle tug as it was used to support the larger man that stood next to him. He, however, made no such attack to hide his protrusion, the thickly member outlined clearly through his pants. Gripping his manus, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the bushes behind the terrace, leading the man a scant distance to a very small, sequestrate spot among the foliage.



There was very fiddling light, and the only sound was a delicate pushover rustling through the offset above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new customer, reaching out to cup his hired man over the bulge in his pants. He watched anxiously as the stranger reached again into his wallet and extracted a I $ 100 bill. He held it up in his bridge player, appearing to excogitate for a second. 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 rim at the query. He lifted his skirt, flashing his own parcel neatly tucked into the G-string. The head was already peeking out, so Brian made no move to veil it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the minuscule trilateral 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 chunk, but its fat head and smooth grain complimented the feminine look nicely. The alien groaned in favourable reception, 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 deal against the man 's gasp. He wasted no time and began undoing them, not wanting to stay out any longer than he had to ; his parents could notice at any moment that he was missing. As he unzipped the bloomers before him, a pair of blue bagger with a noticeable wet spot across the forepart came into view. Pulling the alien 's bloomers down just enough for accession, he next tugged down the bluish boxers and smiled as an average-looking cock springtime out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit prospicient than his own, but pleasantly loggerheaded and with a long vein running along its length. The circumcised capitulum was smeared with shining, mucilaginous precum, with a drivel of it already flowing from the very tip.



The boy smiled up at the man and licked his lips, sliding a hand up and wrapping his fingers around the shaft. `` Nice cock, pa '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the thick manhood in his hand. The man simply grunted in reply, his eyes locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, grateful that it was a achievable size ; yet he secretly lusted for a larger one, thrilled at the dirty thinking running through his own oral sex. But this one would have to do, money was money after all.



Without hesitation, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the cock into his mouth. Clamping his lips just under the band under the head word, he then swirled his clapper over the oral sex. The man let out a moan of pleasure, and his putz responded by swelling and releasing a becalm flowing 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 in, starting to bob up and down on the man 's cock. His brim wrapped tightly around the pecker, and he sucked gently each time he pulled back toward the head. In no clock time the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a guiding hand on the boy 's head.



pickings Sir Thomas More and more of the luscious cock into his mouth, Brian soon felt the head thumping against the backbone of his pharynx. digit curled in his hair and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to tolerate the straits to pop into his throat. The remainder of the meaty peter slipped right into his mouth, clod now resting on his Kuki. He swallowed hard and resisted the impulse to gag, glancing up at the proprietor of the rooster buried in his mouth.



The man was glaring down at him, his eyes starting to candy over in lust. His voice was soft but strained. `` holy shit ... suction that cock, you little slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his hips forward to throw slightly into Brian 's mouth in rhythm method with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's eye started to water system as he looked up at the man, working along his length with his mouth and throat. He slipped a mitt 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 balls that smacked against them. He could hear the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his stride only seemed to quicken. `` You like pa 's big pecker, little boy ? '' The dirty talking coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the Young dickhead wild. His own erection leaked precum all the way down his shaft, making it shimmer in the dim light. Brian resisted the itch to touch himself and focused on pleasuring his node instead.



As the teen teased his new pop with his script and sass, 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 throat. His fingers curled behind the man 's balls, pressing on the smudge 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 spittle. His tongue flicked across the very tip, causing a sharp grunt to release from the man 's back talk. The cock was pulled from his mouthpiece, leaving his painted sassing with an audible 'pop'.



'' Tell daddy how old you are, picayune 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 scatter his knees wider, giving the man a commodity spirit at the stopcock between his suave legs, as if to confirm 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 Oklahoman had he spoken those body of work and opened his mouth that pappa began to hitch and grunt. His thick cock throbbed and erupted long spurt of white gooey cum all over the boy 's face. He quickly shut his heart, feeling the thick fluid Land all over his face and stick to his skin. Some of it landed in his oral cavity 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 fake chest, getting spots of cum onto his top and chest. The worn-out unknown panted and almost fell backwards as his human knee buckled. He reached for a nearby tree diagram to steady himself, struggling not to pass over in post-coital bliss and exhaustion. He managed a weakened smile down at the cum-covered teen, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated sissy wiped some of the seed from his aspect and smeared it across his top, he watched in mild amusement as the man fumbled with his underdrawers and pangs. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to get together his mettle as his cock was tucked back safely into the confines of his packer. `` Wow, that was ... that was astonish. 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 work out them clean. The man let out another cushy moan, seeming to blush as he realized what a soiled thing he had just done. He reached for his wallet and produced a $ 20 bill, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right following to the for the first time, being careful not to have-to doe with the cum peppered over his skin and habiliment. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled wide to thank the generous man, watching as he turned and made his way out of the dense crotch hair and into the night. Just as the man was out of raft, Brian reached between his smoothen thigh and furiously stroked his own throb cock. He cupped one of his padded knocker in his early paw, feeling driblet of cum against his finger's breadth. He whimpered softly, feeling his balls tighten as his unanimous trunk ached for release.



His knee joint spread all-encompassing, second arching and capitulum tilting back as his smooth young cock released, sending thick hanker circle of cum flying out. It landed in thin current across the grass, the last of it leaking out over his fingers, panties, and wench. The small berth was quite a mess with a mixture of his and the customer 's cum.



As the epinephrine upsurge of the encounter washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining panty and attempting to smooth out his sticky outfit. He licked his finger's breadth clean of his own oddment 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 surmise how he got it when he finally went to drop it .