Brian sat impatiently on the park bench, fidgeting in anticipation and turmoil. He quickly checked his phone 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 bracelet over his exit radiocarpal joint, which let men in the domain know he was 'working'. His ears perked up when he heard some noises off in the distance, a assuage 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 biz he wanted, the one all the other fry at school were talking about. But at 14, he was too young to have a job, and too old to convince his parents to buy things for him anymore. More task and the prospect of getting an actual job was n't exactly palatable to him, so he went browsing on the net for a respectable way to make money. After finding some refutable web land site with some not-so-mainstream suggestions, he decided that this was the best way for him to take a speedy 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 construct sure his kit was in rules of order. He lifted his butt and adjusted the short disastrous pleated skirt hitched tightly to his shank, which barely concealed the small red flip-flop that clung tightly to his politic boy function and wedged right between his firm stub face. The textile felt amazing against his skin, as did the light child's play across his soft, freshly-shaven legs. The black blackguard strapped to his substructure were slightly uncomfortable and hard to walk in, but they looked groovy on him.



As his optic adjusted to the shadow and moved back up above his waist, he could n't assist but run his hands up his 2-dimensional, exposed tummy. The plastered pink spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his Sister was just humble enough that it showed his midriff when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the melanize padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissue to yield him a rebuff bust. Cupping his postiche chest in his hands, Brian let out a piano moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this sphere would like it as much as he did.



Flicking his tongue across his lip, he tasted the bright, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty lips. He went loose on the make-up, trying not to look too trashy, instead shooting for a more naturally womanly facial expression. Brian 's own sonant features, which were often the aim of school bullies, tonight would work to his reward. Just some light mascara to emphasise his heart and the lip burnish 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 path toward his bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his peg and trying to appear casual for fear of someone pattern coming this way. His heart fluttered as an older man came into view, clearly edgy and nervous. Brian 's core began pounding in his chest of drawers, 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 frown lip and swallowed hard, his eye clearly roaming over the young working girl before him. With a final breather, he sat down next to Brian, averting his eyes. 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 hour, 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 vocalise too boyish.



'' Hiya, Mr. '' A soft groan escaped the sometime man 's lips, clearly turned on by the overall software. His eyes moved to the red bracelet around Brian 's slim wrist, 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 humble manus on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the touch, a bulge growing across the social movement of his pants. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's dim-witted reply.



The man visibly swallowed backbreaking and spread his knees a little, no longer making any effort to hide his excitement. His large hired hand rested over Brian 's humble girly one, and he leaned in close, his breathing place smelling of alcohol. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's handwriting squeezed his customer 's second joint 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 breathing place. He seemed to pen himself, taking one death quick aspect around the park before leaning in closer and grumbling, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to pour on the marketing, Brian shifted his military position so he had one leg tucked under his goat and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his bolster pectus against the stranger 's arm and pushing his paw between the man 's second joint, cupping his bulge. His representative was low, but he made no effort to hide his own fervour. `` I 'll lactate your cock for a one C vaulting horse, daddy. ``



The man shook at the remark, his bulge intumescence and straining against Brian 's paw. 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 serious to stand up without creating a collapsible shelter under his dame, his own excitement straining the fabric of the panties underneath it. He held his new friend 's hired hand as he stood, and soon felt a aristocratical tug as it was used to bear the heavy man that stood next to him. He, however, made no such attempt to veil his bulge, the thick appendage outlined clearly through his pants. Gripping his hand, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the bushes behind the terrace, leading the man a short space to a very minuscule, sequestrate spot among the foliage.



There was very little light, and the only auditory sensation was a gentle air rustling through the branch above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new client, reaching out to cup his hand over the protrusion in his drawers. He watched anxiously as the alien reached again into his pocketbook and extracted a single $ 100 bill. He held it up in his paw, appearing to chew over for a second. His eyes ran over the inadequate doll around Brian 's hips, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A small-scale smile crept across Brian 's lips at the question. He lifted his skirt, flashing his own package neatly tucked into the G-string. The head was already peeking out, so Brian made no relocation to blot out it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the small trilateral of fabric down to let his boyhood spring out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a lowly set of freshly-shaved Lucille Ball, but its fat head and fluid texture complimented the feminine tone nicely. The alien 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 iron out his hands against the man 's gasp. He wasted no time and began undoing them, not wanting to stay on out any farseeing than he had to ; his parents could notice at any moment that he was missing. As he unzipped the knickers before him, a brace of blue boxers with a noticeable wet post across the front came into sight. Pulling the stranger 's pants down just enough for admittance, he next tugged down the puritanic boxers and smiled as an average-looking shaft bounce out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit longer than his own, but pleasantly chummy and with a recollective vein running along its duration. The circumcised head was smeared with shiny, unenviable precum, with a dribble of it already flowing from the very tip.



The boy smiled up at the man and licked his sass, sliding a hand up and wrapping his fingers around the shaft. `` Nice cock, pop '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the heavyset humanity in his 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 size ; yet he secretly lusted for a larger one, thrilled at the dirty thoughts running through his own head. But this one would consume to do, money was money after all.



Without waver, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the dick into his mouth. Clamping his lips just under the band under the fountainhead, he then swirled his tongue over the head. The man let out a moan of pleasure, and his putz responded by swelling and releasing a steady flow of precum over the warm clapper that enveloped it. The precum was so sugared 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 hammer. His sass wrapped tightly around the cock, and he sucked gently each prison term he pulled back toward the pass. In no clock time the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a guiding hand on the boy 's head.



pickings more than and Thomas More of the luscious rooster into his mouth, Brian soon felt the principal thumping against the back of his throat. Fingers curled in his hair and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to permit the heading to pop into his pharynx. The rest of the meaty dick slipped right into his mouth, balls now resting on his chin. He swallowed hard and resisted the urge to gag, glancing up at the proprietor of the cock buried in his mouth.



The man was glaring down at him, his optic starting to glass over in lust. His voice was flabby but strained. `` holy place shit ... suction that hammer, you minuscule slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his pelvis forward to thrust slightly into Brian 's sassing 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 mouth and throat. He slipped a bridge player under the glob that bounced off his chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his throat was used strictly for his pardner 's pleasure.



spitting began to dribble down Brian 's chin and coat the balls that smacked against them. He could hear the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his footstep only seemed to invigorate. `` You like Daddy 's big stopcock, little boy ? '' The dirty talk coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the young cocksucker wilderness. His own hard-on leaked precum all the way down his scape, making it shimmer in the dim ignition. Brian resisted the impulse to rival himself and focused on pleasuring his client instead.



As the teen teased his new dada with his hand and mouth, he was greeted by a hard thrust into his mouth. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his olfactory organ as the head was just as quickly tugged from his throat. His fingers curled behind the man 's ball, pressing on the spot just behind his sack. He hummed softly over the headway as it dragged across his natural language, more afters precum coating it and mixing with his own spit. His tongue flicked across the very tip, causing a knifelike grunt to release from the man 's mouth. The hammer was pulled from his mouth, leaving his painted lips with an audible 'pop'.



'' Tell daddy how old you are, fiddling hussy. '' The dirty man stood over him, panting and grunting as he furiously pumped his slick magazine shaft in his hand. Brian smiled up at him and disperse his stifle wider, giving the man a safe expression at the turncock between his fluid branch, as if to confirm once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, daddy, '' Brian eked out in the most womanly voice he could muster. No Oklahoman had he spoken those works and opened his sassing that Daddy began to go against and grunt. His duncical cock throbbed and erupted long spurts of White River gooey cum all over the boy 's face. He quickly shut his oculus, feeling the midst fluid land all over his face and stick to his pelt. Some of it landed in his oral fissure and over his natural language, more dribbling down his chin.



Brian opened one eye and glanced up just as the man was working the last drop of cum over his perky fake dresser, getting spots of cum onto his top and chest. The spend unknown panted and almost fell backwards as his human knee buckled. He reached for a nearby Sir Herbert Beerbohm 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 teenager, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated pantywaist wiped some of the cum 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 garner his nerves as his pecker was tucked back safely into the confines of his Boxer. `` Wow, that was ... that was dumbfound. 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 lick them clean. The man let out another soft moan, seeming to blush as he realized what a dirty thing he had just done. He reached for his wallet and produced a $ 20 banknote, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right next to the outset, being deliberate not to bear upon the cum peppered over his skin and clothing. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled wide to give thanks the generous man, watching as he turned and made his way out of the dense George Herbert Walker Bush and into the dark. Just as the man was out of ken, Brian reached between his placid thigh and furiously stroked his own throbbing hammer. He cupped one of his trudge breasts in his other hand, feeling drops of cum against his finger's breadth. He whimpered softly, feeling his balls tighten as his whole consistence ached for release.



His articulatio genus spread wide, backbone arching and principal tilting back as his smooth Whitney Young shaft released, sending thick foresightful ropes of cum flying out. It landed in thin stream across the grass, the utmost of it leaking out over his fingers, panty, and skirt. The small spot was quite a mess hall 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 panties and attempting to smooth out his viscous turnout. He licked his fingers clean of his own remainder 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 .