Brian sat impatiently on the park bench, fidgeting in prevision and fervour. He quickly checked his phone for the clock time yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the perfect time for meeting a client. He reached over to run his digit along the signature tune red bracelet over his left wrist, which let men in the area know he was 'working'. His ears perked up when he heard some stochasticity off in the distance, a conciliate whisper in the chaparral. Brian smiled slightly, knowing someone else must be doing just what he was about to do now.



He thought about that telecasting game he wanted, the one all the other kids at shoal were talking about. But at 14, he was too young to own a job, and too old to convert his parents to buy things for him anymore. Sir Thomas More chores and the expectation of getting an actual job was n't exactly palatable to him, so he went browsing on the internet for a better way to make money. After finding some confutable web website with some not-so-mainstream suggestions, he decided that this was the substantially 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 flyspeck body, he double checked himself to make for certain his rig was in order. He lifted his butt and adjusted the short bootleg pleated skirt hitched tightly to his waist, which barely concealed the minuscule red lash that clung tightly to his politic boy function and wedged right between his house butt cheeks. The fabric felt amazing against his peel, as did the light breeze across his soft, freshly-shaven legs. The grim heels strapped to his feet were slightly uncomfortable and unmanageable 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 oneself but run his hands up his flat, expose corporation. The sozzled pink spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his sis 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 give him a slight bust. Cupping his impostor chest in his handwriting, Brian let out a delicate moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this area would like it as much as he did.



Flicking his tongue across his lips, he tasted the smart, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty lips. He went well-fixed on the make-up, trying not to look too trashy, instead shooting for a more naturally womanly look. Brian 's own soft characteristic, which were often the target of school roughneck, tonight would work to his advantage. Just some light mascara to accent his eyes and the lip gloss was all it took to institute out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the third sentence tonight, he heard some get down pace coming down the path toward his work bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his stage and trying to come out perfunctory for fear of someone rule coming this way. His heart fluttered as an one-time man came into view, clearly jumpy and nervous. Brian 's heart began pounding in his breast, 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 eyes clearly roaming over the unseasoned harlot before him. With a final breather, he sat down adjacent to Brian, averting his centre. 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 second, trying to let the man calm his nervus. 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 senior man 's rim, clearly turned on by the boilersuit package. His eyes moved to the red bracelet around Brian 's thin wrist, reaching out tentatively to rub his ovolo 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 paw on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the soupcon, a hump growing across the forepart of his drawers. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's simple-minded reply.



The man visibly swallowed hard and spread his knees a small, no longer making any effort to enshroud his excitement. His large bridge player rested over Brian 's modest girly one, and he leaned in close, his breathing space smell of alcohol. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's hand squeezed his customer 's thigh softly, slowly tracing modest 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 fall up, the alien smiled and took a deep breath. He seemed to compose himself, taking one go quick tone around the common before leaning in closer and grumble, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to pour on the marketing, 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 dramatize chest against the alien 's arm and pushing his hand between the man 's thigh, cupping his bulge. His spokesperson was low, but he made no effort to hide his own exhilaration. `` I 'll sop up your hammer for a hundred sawhorse, daddy. ``



The man shook at the remark, his bulge protuberance and straining against Brian 's manus. He quickly reached for his wallet, but Brian laid his handwriting 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 skirt, his own excitement straining the fabric of the step-in underneath it. He held his new acquaintance 's script as he stood, and soon felt a gentle tug as it was used to digest the larger man that stood next to him. He, however, made no such attempt to hide 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 George Walker Bush behind the bench, leading the man a myopic distance to a very small, secluded smudge among the foliage.



There was very little light, and the solely strait was a diffused zephyr rustling through the branches above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new customer, reaching out to cup his hand over the extrusion in his pants. He watched anxiously as the stranger reached again into his wallet and extracted a single $ 100 bill. He held it up in his hand, appearing to contemplate for a moment. His eyes ran over the shortstop 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 question. He lifted his skirt, flashing his own bundle neatly tucked into the lash. The head was already peeking out, so Brian made no move to blot out it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the pocket-sized triangle of material down to let his boyhood leaping out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a minuscule set of freshly-shaved orb, but its fat foreland and smooth texture complimented the womanly look nicely. The unknown 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 weightlift his hands against the man 's pants. He wasted no meter and began undoing them, not wanting to stay out any longer than he had to ; his parents could notice at any instant that he was missing. As he unzipped the pants before him, a pair of blue boxers with a noticeable wet spot across the front came into view. Pulling the stranger 's pants down just enough for access, he next tugged down the blue boxers and smiled as an average-looking cock spring out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit longer than his own, but pleasantly thickset and with a long vein running along its length. The circumcised head was smeared with glazed, steamy precum, with a dribbling 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 fingerbreadth around the putz. `` Nice turncock, daddy '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the thick humanity in his helping hand. The man simply grunted in response, his eyes locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, thankful that it was a manageable sizing ; yet he secretly lusted for a larger one, thrilled at the soiled mentation running through his own head. But this one would have to do, money was money after all.



Without hesitation, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the dick into his back talk. Clamping his rim just under the hoop under the head word, he then swirled his spit over the headspring. The man let out a moan of pleasure, and his stopcock responded by swelling and releasing a steady 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 dick. His sassing wrapped tightly around the shaft, and he sucked gently each sentence he pulled back toward the principal. In no time the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a lead hand on the boy 's head.



pickings more and Sir Thomas More of the delectable 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 allow the question to pop into his pharynx. The rest of the meaty dick slipped right into his sass, glob now resting on his mentum. He swallowed firmly 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 glaze over in luxuria. His vox was soft but strained. `` Holy hoot ... sucking that cock, you little slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his hips forward to thrust slightly into Brian 's mouth 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 sassing and throat. He slipped a hand under the balls that bounced off his chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his throat was used strictly for his spouse 's pleasure.



Spit began to filter down Brian 's chin and coat the clump that smacked against them. He could hear the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his pace only seemed to invigorate. `` You like dada 's big prick, little boy ? '' The dirty talk coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the young cocksucker wild. His own erecting leaked precum all the way down his irradiation, making it shimmer in the dim light. Brian resisted the itch to impact himself and focused on pleasuring his guest instead.



As the teen teased his new Daddy with his hired hand and backtalk, he was greeted by a laborious thrust into his mouth. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nozzle as the capitulum was just as quickly tugged from his throat. His fingers curled behind the man 's balls, pressing on the touch just behind his sack. He hummed softly over the foreland as it dragged across his glossa, more afters precum coating it and mixing with his own spit. His tongue flicked across the very tip, causing a shrill grunt to unfreeze from the man 's lips. The cock was pulled from his mouth, leaving his painted lips with an audible 'pop'.



'' Tell daddy how old you are, little jade. '' 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 spread his stifle wider, giving the man a estimable looking at the cock between his smooth legs, as if to reassert once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, daddy, '' Brian eked out in the most feminine voice he could muster up. No sooner had he spoken those works and opened his mouth that pappa began to buck and grunt. His thick cock throbbed and erupted farsighted spurts of whitened gooey cum all over the boy 's face. He quickly shut his centre, feeling the thick fluid land all over his face and peg to his pelt. Some of it landed in his mouth and over his spit, more dribbling down his chin.



Brian opened one eye and glanced up just as the man was working the lowest driblet of cum over his perky faker dresser, getting spots of cum onto his top and pectus. The exhausted stranger panted and almost fell backwards as his knee buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to steady himself, struggling not to fall over in post-coital bliss and enervation. He managed a weakened smile down at the cum-covered teen, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated pantywaist wiped some of the source from his face and smeared it across his top, he watched in mild amusement as the man fumbled with his boxers and pangs. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to conglomerate his cheek as his turncock 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 knife across his lips to lick them clean. The man let out another soft groan, seeming to blush as he realized what a dingy thing he had just done. He reached for his pocketbook and produced a $ 20 bill, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right next to the start, being careful not to touch the cum peppered over his skin and wear. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled wide to thank the generous man, watching as he turned and made his way out of the dense George W. Bush and into the dark. Just as the man was out of passel, Brian reached between his smooth second joint and furiously stroked his own pounding cock. He cupped one of his padded titty in his other hand, feeling drop-off of cum against his fingerbreadth. He whimpered softly, feeling his balls tighten as his whole soundbox ached for release.



His knees spread wide, back arching and head tilting back as his smooth young peter released, sending thick long ropes of cum flying out. It landed in thin streams across the grass, the last of it leaking out over his finger, panties, and skirt. The small spot was quite a mess with a mix of his and the client 's cum.



As the adrenaline rush of the clash washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining pantie and attempting to smooth out out his unenviable outfit. He licked his finger's breadth 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 bank note, wondering if anyone would suspect how he got it when he finally went to spend it .