Brian sat impatiently on the park work bench, fidgeting in anticipation and excitement. He quickly checked his phone for the fourth dimension yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the hone time for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his fingerbreadth along the touch red bangle over his left articulatio radiocarpea, which let men in the area know he was 'working'. His pinna perked up when he heard some noises off in the distance, a gentle 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 secret plan he wanted, the one all the other tyke at shoal 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 chores and the prospect of getting an genuine job was n't exactly palatable to him, so he went browsing on the cyberspace for a better way to lay down money. After finding some confutative web web site with some not-so-mainstream suggestions, he decided that this was the best way for him to make a ready buck. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped.



Looking down and running his center over his quiet petite consistency, he double checked himself to take in sure his rig was in order. He lifted his butt and adjusted the shortstop black pleated skirt hitched tightly to his shank, which barely concealed the small red flip-flop that clung tightly to his legato boy region and wedged right between his firm cigaret impudence. The textile felt amazing against his skin, as did the luminance breeze across his diffuse, freshly-shaven legs. The black heels strapped to his groundwork were slightly uncomfortable and difficult to walk in, but they looked great on him.



As his centre adjusted to the nighttime and moved back up above his waistline, he could n't help oneself but run his hands up his straight, exposed tummy. The tight pink spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his sister was just minor enough that it showed his diaphragm when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the black padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissue paper to give him a slight bust. Cupping his fake chest in his script, Brian let out a lenient moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this area would like it as much as he did.



Flicking his tongue across his mouth, he tasted the undimmed, fruity pink lip burnish smeared over his pouty back talk. He went easy on the make-up, trying not to await too flashy, instead shooting for a more naturally feminine look. Brian 's own soft features, which were often the target of school bullies, tonight would work to his advantage. Just some scant mascara to accent his eyes and the lip colour was all it took to bring out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the 3rd time tonight, he heard some low-cal footsteps coming down the path toward his bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his legs and trying to appear free-and-easy for reverence of mortal rule coming this way. His kernel fluttered as an elderly man came into horizon, clearly edgy and nervous. Brian 's heart began pounding in his chest, both from skittish expectation and strange fervor. He turned and smiled softly at the man, whose darkened silhouette was coming into sight.



The man bit his lower lip and swallowed hard, his eyes clearly roaming over the young cyprian before him. With a final exam breath, he sat down side by side to Brian, averting his eyes. Brian followed his every move, turning slightly to his electric potential customer of the night to show off a little more. He waited patiently for a second, trying to let the man calm his face. Finally, he glanced over and smiled at Brian, his font 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 erstwhile man 's lips, clearly turned on by the boilers suit package. His eyes moved to the red bracelet around Brian 's slenderize 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 piano schoolgirlish giggle, placing his modest hand on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the jot, a bulge growing across the figurehead of his pants. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's simple reply.



The man visibly swallowed severely and spread his human knee a piffling, no longer making any movement to obscure his excitement. His vauntingly paw rested over Brian 's minuscule girly one, and he leaned in ending, his intimation smelling of alcohol. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's hand squeezed his customer 's thigh softly, slowly tracing small forget me drug along it with his fingertips, trying to boost the man 's confidence in his decisiveness. `` 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 ballpark before leaning in closer and murmur, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to pour on the selling, Brian shifted his stance so he had one leg tucked under his derriere and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his padded bureau against the stranger 's arm and pushing his hand between the man 's thigh, cupping his gibbousness. His voice was low, but he made no endeavour to shroud his own turmoil. `` I 'll suck your cock for a hundred bucks, daddy. ``



The man shook at the comment, his protrusion swelling and straining against Brian 's manus. He quickly reached for his wallet, but Brian laid his handwriting over the man 's to halt 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 wench, his own excitement straining the fabric of the panties underneath it. He held his new friend 's hand as he stood, and soon felt a gentle tug as it was used to keep going the larger man that stood succeeding to him. He, however, made no such attempt to hide his bulge, the thick member outlined clearly through his trouser. Gripping his hand, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the shrub behind the terrace, leading the man a inadequate aloofness to a very humble, secluded spot among the foliage.



There was very minuscule twinkle, and the only when strait was a soft snap rustling through the subdivision above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new client, reaching out to cup his manus over the bulge in his pants. He watched anxiously as the stranger reached again into his wallet and extracted a exclusive $ 100 invoice. He held it up in his bridge player, appearing to contemplate for a second base. His eyes ran over the curtly doll around Brian 's hip, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A pocket-sized smile crept across Brian 's lips at the question. He lifted his annulus, flashing his own software system neatly tucked into the G-string. The caput was already peeking out, so Brian made no move to veil it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the small Triangle of fabric down to let his boyhood springiness out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a small set of freshly-shaved balls, but its fat head and liquid texture complimented the feminine feel nicely. The unknown groaned in blessing, quickly handing the crossdressed boy his money.



Quickly taking the bill and stuffing it into his bra, Brian calmly slipped to his human knee and reached up to constrict his hands against the man 's pants. He wasted no clock time and began undoing them, not wanting to stay on out any longer than he had to ; his parents could observe at any consequence that he was missing. As he unzipped the pants before him, a duo of blue boxershorts with a noticeable wet spot across the front end came into view. Pulling the stranger 's knickers down just enough for access code, he next tugged down the drear boxer and smiled as an average-looking cock spring out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit recollective than his own, but pleasantly compact and with a long vein running along its length. The circumcised head was smeared with shiny, sticky 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 digit around the scape. `` Nice cock, daddy '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the thick manhood in his hand. The man simply grunted in answer, his eyes locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, thankful that it was a accomplishable size ; yet he secretly lusted for a larger one, thrilled at the ill-gotten thoughts running through his own head. But this one would get to do, money was money after all.



Without vacillation, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the pecker into his mouth. Clamping his sassing just under the ring under the head, he then swirled his glossa over the pass. The man let out a moan of pleasure, and his cock responded by swelling and releasing a steady catamenia of precum over the quick spit that enveloped it. The precum was so sweet that Brian took a second to lick the tip clean and jerk before pushing down an inch, starting to bob up and down on the man 's putz. His lips wrapped tightly around the shaft, and he sucked gently each fourth dimension he pulled back toward the point. In no time the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a guiding hand on the boy 's head.



Taking more and more than of the delicious cock into his mouth, Brian soon felt the head thumping against the vertebral column of his throat. fingerbreadth curled in his whisker and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to allow the principal to pop into his throat. The rest of the meaty pecker slipped right into his oral cavity, balls now resting on his chin. He swallowed hard and resisted the impulse to gag, glancing up at the owner of the hammer buried in his mouth.



The man was glaring down at him, his eyes starting to glass over in lust. His interpreter was diffused but strained. `` holy shucks ... suck that tool, you little slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his hips forward to thrust slightly into Brian 's lip in rhythm with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's oculus started to water supply as he looked up at the man, working along his length with his mouth 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 partner 's pleasure.



Spit began to dribble down Brian 's mentum and coat the balls that smacked against them. He could hear the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his pace only seemed to repair. `` You like Daddy 's big cock, small boy ? '' The dirty talk coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the unseasoned cocksucker wild. His own erection leaked precum all the way down his shaft, making it shimmer in the dim firing. Brian resisted the urge to match himself and focused on pleasuring his client instead.



As the stripling teased his new Daddy with his hired man and sass, he was greeted by a knockout thrust into his rima oris. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nose as the head was just as quickly tugged from his pharynx. His fingers curled behind the man 's orb, pressing on the dapple just behind his liberation. He hummed softly over the fountainhead as it dragged across his glossa, more gratifying 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 sassing. The cock was pulled from his mouth, leaving his painted sassing with an audible 'pop'.



'' Tell daddy how old you are, short slattern. '' The dirty man stood over him, panting and grunting as he furiously pumped his slick diaphysis in his handwriting. Brian smiled up at him and scatter his stifle wider, giving the man a proficient look at the tool between his fluent stage, as if to corroborate once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, daddy, '' Brian eked out in the most feminine voice he could come up. No Sooner had he spoken those whole shebang and opened his mouth that Daddy began to buck and grunt. His thick peter throbbed and erupted long spurts of bloodless gooey cum all over the boy 's face. He quickly shut his heart, feeling the thick fluid soil all over his face and reefer 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 last drop of cum over his perky pretender chest of drawers, getting pip of cum onto his top and chest. The worn out stranger panted and almost fell backwards as his knees buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to steady himself, struggling not to fall over in post-coital seventh heaven and exhaustion. He managed a weakened smiling down at the cum-covered stripling, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated sissy wiped some of the semen from his look 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 gather his cheek as his cock was tucked back safely into the confines of his shorts. `` Wow, that was ... that was pose. 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 uninfected. The man let out another soft moan, seeming to crimson as he realized what a unsporting thing he had just done. He reached for his wallet and produced a $ 20 circular, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right side by side to the first, being careful not to touch the cum peppered over his peel and clothing. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled astray to thank the generous man, watching as he turned and made his way out of the dense scrub and into the night. Just as the man was out of sight, Brian reached between his smooth second joint and furiously stroked his own throbbing shaft. He cupped one of his padded breasts in his other hand, feeling drop of cum against his fingers. He whimpered softly, feeling his musket ball tighten as his solid body ached for release.



His genu spread wide, spine arching and head tilting back as his smooth Thomas Young cock released, sending thick hanker rope of cum flying out. It landed in fragile stream across the grass, the last of it leaking out over his finger's breadth, panty, and skirt. The small-scale position 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 panties and attempting to smooth out his glutinous outfit. He licked his fingers clean of his own leftover 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 vizor, wondering if anyone would suspect how he got it when he finally went to spend it .