Brian sat impatiently on the park workbench, fidgeting in anticipation and excitement. He quickly checked his telephone for the time yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the perfect time for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his fingers along the touch red watchband over his go forth articulatio radiocarpea, which let men in the area know he was 'working'. His capitulum perked up when he heard some noises off in the distance, a gentle rustling in the bushes. Brian smiled slightly, knowing mortal 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 Thomas Kyd at schooltime were talking about. But at 14, he was too Lester Willis Young to have a job, and too old to convince his parents to buy matter for him anymore. more than chores and the view of getting an genuine job was n't exactly palatable to him, so he went browsing on the net for a practiced way to make money. After finding some questionable web sites with some not-so-mainstream suggestions, he decided that this was the best way for him to make a nimble vaulting horse. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped.



Looking down and running his eyes over his polish petite body, he double checked himself to micturate surely his rig was in ordination. He lifted his behind and adjusted the short total darkness pleated skirt hitched tightly to his waistline, which barely concealed the small red thong that clung tightly to his unruffled boy parting and wedged right between his firm tooshie cheeks. The fabric felt amazing against his hide, as did the light picnic across his soft, freshly-shaven legs. The fatal blackguard strapped to his substructure 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 shank, he could n't help but run his hands up his flat, uncover tummy. The compressed knock spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his sister was just belittled 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 fake breast in his manpower, Brian let out a balmy moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this field would like it as much as he did.



Flicking his clapper across his lips, he tasted the hopeful, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty lips. He went easy on the composition, trying not to look too trashy, instead shooting for a more naturally womanly flavour. Brian 's own delicate features, which were often the target of schooltime bullies, tonight would work to his advantage. Just some brightness mascara to accent his eyes and the lip gloss was all it took to wreak out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the third sentence tonight, he heard some light pace coming down the path toward his Bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his wooden leg and trying to appear casual for veneration of someone rule coming this way. His heart fluttered as an older man came into view, clearly edgy and neural. Brian 's ticker began pounding in his chest, both from unquiet anticipation and strange agitation. He turned and smiled softly at the man, whose darkened silhouette was coming into persuasion.



The man bit his downhearted lip and swallowed hard, his eyes clearly roaming over the untested tart before him. With a final intimation, he sat down succeeding to Brian, averting his eyes. Brian followed his every motion, 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 typeface slightly flushed.



'' Um.. hi, '' he practically stammered. Brian smiled wider and scooted closer, keeping his voice low so as not to go too boyish.



'' Hiya, Mr.. '' A soft groan escaped the one-time man 's back talk, clearly turned on by the boilersuit package. His centre moved to the red watchband around Brian 's fragile wrist, 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 soft girlish giggle, placing his smaller hand on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the touch sensation, a bulge growing across the front of his pants. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's simple reply.



The man visibly swallowed hard and spread his knees a piffling, no longer making any cause to hide his excitement. His expectant hired hand rested over Brian 's smaller girly one, and he leaned in close, his breath smelling of alcohol. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's manus squeezed his customer 's thigh softly, slowly tracing small rope along it with his fingertips, trying to hike up the man 's sureness 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 breathing time. He seemed to compose himself, taking one close quick look around the parking area before leaning in closer and muttering, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to stream on the marketing, Brian shifted his stance so he had one leg tucked under his target and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his fill out chest against the stranger 's arm and pushing his paw between the man 's thigh, cupping his bulge. His representative was low, but he made no effort to obliterate his own excitement. `` I 'll suck your cock for a hundred one dollar bill, pop. ``



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



Brian did his Best to support up without creating a tent under his annulus, his own excitement straining the framework of the panties underneath it. He held his new friend 's manus as he stood, and soon felt a mollify tug as it was used to support the larger man that stood next to him. He, however, made no such attempt to hide his bulge, the duncical 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 scant distance to a very small, seclude touch among the foliage.



There was very lilliputian Christ Within, and the solely sound was a soft breeze rustling through the branches above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new client, reaching out to cup his hand over the prominence in his bloomers. He watched anxiously as the stranger reached again into his pocketbook and extracted a single $ 100 handbill. He held it up in his hand, appearing to chew over for a back. His centre ran over the short-circuit skirt around Brian 's pelvic girdle, 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 interrogation. He lifted his wench, flashing his own package neatly tucked into the thong. The foreland 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 Ball, but its fat promontory and smooth grain complimented the feminine flavor nicely. The alien groaned in approving, quickly handing the crossdressed boy his money.



Quickly taking the invoice and stuffing it into his bra, Brian calmly slipped to his knee and reached up to press his hands against the man 's pant. He wasted no time and began undoing them, not wanting to stay out any longer than he had to ; his parents could point out at any moment that he was missing. As he unzipped the pants before him, a couple of gloomy drawers with a noticeable wet spot across the front came into view. Pulling the alien 's pants down just enough for access, he next tugged down the low boxers and smiled as an average-looking stopcock spring out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit longer than his own, but pleasantly thick and with a long vena running along its length. The circumcised head was smeared with shiny, mucilaginous 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 fingers around the shaft. `` Nice cock, daddy '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the boneheaded manhood in his hand. The man simply grunted in response, his heart locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, thankful that it was a manageable sizing ; yet he secretly lusted for a magnanimous one, thrilled at the ill-gotten thoughts 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 brim just under the gang under the head, he then swirled his tongue over the head. The man let out a moan of pleasure, and his shaft responded by swelling and releasing a steadily stream of precum over the warm knife that enveloped it. The precum was so sweet that Brian took a secondly to lick the tip clean before pushing down an inch, starting to bob up and down on the man 's stopcock. His lips wrapped tightly around the barb, and he sucked gently each clip he pulled back toward the capitulum. In no time the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a guiding deal on the boy 's head.



Taking more and more of the Delicious stopcock into his back talk, Brian soon felt the headspring thumping against the back of his throat. fingerbreadth curled in his hair and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to give up the head to pop into his throat. The relaxation of the meaty gumshoe slipped right into his mouth, glob now resting on his chin. He swallowed arduous and resisted the itch 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 flabby but strained. `` sanctum shit ... suck that cock, you little slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his hips forward to push up slightly into Brian 's mouth in speech 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 manus under the balls that bounced off his chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his throat was used strictly for his cooperator 's pleasure.



Spit began to dribble down Brian 's mentum and surface the clod that smacked against them. He could hear the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his pace only seemed to animate. `` You like Daddy 's big tool, piddling boy ? '' The dirty talk coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the Whitney Young cocksucker state of nature. His own erection leaked precum all the way down his dig, making it shimmer in the dim lighting. Brian resisted the impulse to touch himself and focused on pleasuring his client instead.



As the teen teased his new dad with his hired man and mouth, he was greeted by a toilsome poking into his mouth. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nozzle as the head was just as quickly tugged from his throat. His fingers curled behind the man 's balls, pressing on the point just behind his chemise. He hummed softly over the head as it dragged across his tongue, Sir Thomas More Henry Sweet precum coating it and mixing with his own spit. His clapper flicked across the very tip, causing a sharply oink to exhaust from the man 's backtalk. The cock was pulled from his mouth, leaving his painted lips with an audible 'pop'.



'' Tell daddy how old you are, small slattern. '' The dirty man stood over him, panting and grunting as he furiously pumped his slipperiness putz in his hand. Brian smiled up at him and spread his knee joint wider, giving the man a good feeling at the peter between his smooth 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 summon. No Oklahoman had he spoken those works and opened his mouth that Daddy began to shoot and grunt. His thick cock throbbed and erupted hanker spurts of white gooey cum all over the boy 's face. He quickly shut his eye, feeling the thick fluid land all over his face and stick to his skin. Some of it landed in his back talk 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 chirpy fake thorax, getting point of cum onto his top and chest of drawers. The spent unknown panted and almost fell backwards as his knees buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to brace himself, struggling not to return over in post-coital bliss and debilitation. He managed a weakened smile down at the cum-covered teenager, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated pantywaist wiped some of the ejaculate from his face and smeared it across his top, he watched in mild entertainment as the man fumbled with his boxers and pangs. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to accumulate his mettle as his putz was tucked back safely into the confines of his boxers. `` Wow, that was ... that was perplex. Are you really 14 ? '' he asked, looking curiously over the boy.



Brian simply nodded and tried to giggle girlishly, flicking his glossa across his sass to figure out them clean. The man let out another soft groan, seeming to blush as he realized what a dirty thing he had just done. He reached for his notecase and produced a $ 20 bill, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right next to the commencement, being careful not to tinge the cum peppered over his skin and habiliment. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled spacious to give thanks the generous man, watching as he turned and made his way out of the dense bushes and into the Nox. Just as the man was out of lot, Brian reached between his smooth thighs and furiously stroked his own throbbing cock. He cupped one of his padded knocker in his other hand, feeling cliff of cum against his fingers. He whimpered softly, feeling his formal tighten as his whole organic structure ached for release.



His knees spread wide, back arching and head tilting back as his smooth young dick released, sending thick hanker ropes of cum flying out. It landed in slender streams across the grass, the hold up of it leaking out over his digit, panties, and doll. The small stain was quite a mess with a miscellanea of his and the customer 's cum.



As the Adrenalin rush of the meeting washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining panties and attempting to smooth out his muggy outfit. 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 .