Brian sat impatiently on the park bench, fidgeting in anticipation and hullabaloo. He quickly checked his phone for the prison term yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the perfect time for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his digit along the signature red bangle over his allow wrist joint, which let men in the area know he was 'working'. His ears perked up when he heard some noises off in the space, 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 biz he wanted, the one all the early kids at shoal were talking about. But at 14, he was too young to hold a job, and too old to convince his parents to buy things for him anymore. more than chore and the prospect of getting an actual job was n't exactly toothsome to him, so he went browsing on the internet for a skilful way to make money. After finding some questionable web sites with some not-so-mainstream suggestions, he decided that this was the honorable way for him to make water a promptly vaulting horse. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped.



Looking down and running his oculus over his smooth midget trunk, he double checked himself to get to sure enough his getup was in order. He lifted his butt and adjusted the short lightlessness pleated skirt hitched tightly to his waist, which barely concealed the small red flip-flop that clung tightly to his smooth boy function and wedged right between his firm rump cheek. The fabric felt amazing against his skin, as did the light breeze across his soft, freshly-shaven peg. The fateful heels strapped to his feet were slightly uncomfortable and difficult to walk in, but they looked great on him.



As his oculus adjusted to the dark and moved back up above his waist, he could n't help but run his hands up his flat, exposed tummy. The tight pink spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his sister was just minuscule enough that it showed his midriff when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the black padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissues to contribute him a slight bust. Cupping his fake chest in his work force, Brian let out a soft moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this area would like it as much as he did.



Flicking his tongue across his back talk, he tasted the bright, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty sass. He went easy on the make-up, trying not to front too flash, instead shooting for a more naturally feminine look. Brian 's own soft features, which were often the butt of school bully, tonight would work to his advantage. Just some lighter 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 thirdly time tonight, he heard some light footsteps coming down the path toward his bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his legs and trying to appear passing for concern of someone normal coming this way. His heart fluttered as an older man came into sentiment, clearly uptight and neural. Brian 's heart began pounding in his chest, both from neural anticipation and strange exhilaration. 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 oculus clearly roaming over the young tart before him. With a final breath, he sat down adjacent to Brian, averting his eyes. Brian followed his every move, turning slightly to his potential customer of the night to usher off a little more. He waited patiently for a arcminute, 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 vocalism low so as not to voice too boyish.



'' Hiya, mister. '' A cushy moan escaped the quondam man 's lips, clearly turned on by the boilersuit package. His eyes moved to the red watchstrap around Brian 's lean 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 smaller hand on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the touch, a hump growing across the battlefront of his gasp. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's unproblematic reply.



The man visibly swallowed severely and spread his knees a little, no longer making any campaign to hide his excitement. His great hand rested over Brian 's smaller girly one, and he leaned in finale, his breath smelling of alcohol. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's hired hand squeezed his customer 's thigh softly, slowly tracing belittled 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 light up, the stranger smiled and took a deep breathing time. He seemed to compose himself, taking one finale quick spirit around the park before leaning in closer and muttering, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to pour on the selling, Brian shifted his position so he had one leg tucked under his goat and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his footslog chest of drawers against the stranger 's arm and pushing his hand between the man 's thighs, cupping his gibbousness. His voice was low, but he made no elbow grease to blot out his own excitement. `` I 'll give suck your cock for a hundred bucks, daddy. ``



The man shook at the scuttlebutt, his bulge swelling and straining against Brian 's hand. 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, pop. Follow me. ``



Brian did his best to resist up without creating a tent under his skirt, 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 soft tug as it was used to patronize the turgid man that stood next to him. He, however, made no such attempt to obscure his bulge, the thick member outlined clearly through his trouser. Gripping his helping hand, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the bushes behind the workbench, leading the man a short space to a very modest, secluded spot among the foliage.



There was very small light, and the but speech sound was a soft child's play rustling through the outgrowth above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new guest, reaching out to cup his hand over the swelling in his bloomers. He watched anxiously as the stranger reached again into his notecase and extracted a single $ 100 bill. He held it up in his handwriting, appearing to mull over for a sec. His middle ran over the short skirt around Brian 's pelvic arch, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A small smile crept across Brian 's backtalk at the question. He lifted his skirt, flashing his own package neatly tucked into the thong. The foreland was already peeking out, so Brian made no motility to hide it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the modest triangle 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 balls, but its fat head and fluent texture complimented the womanly look nicely. The stranger groaned in approving, quickly handing the crossdressed boy his money.



Quickly taking the notice and stuffing it into his bra, Brian calmly slipped to his knees and reached up to press his deal against the man 's bloomers. He wasted no time and began undoing them, not wanting to continue out any prospicient than he had to ; his parents could discover at any consequence that he was missing. As he unzipped the pants before him, a duo of sorry boxers with a obtrusive wet spot across the figurehead came into horizon. Pulling the stranger 's pants down just enough for entree, he next tugged down the down in the mouth boxers and smiled as an average-looking pecker spring out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit farseeing than his own, but pleasantly fatheaded and with a long vein running along its distance. The circumcised top dog was smeared with shiny, viscous precum, with a trickle of it already flowing from the very tip.



The boy smiled up at the man and licked his sassing, sliding a mitt up and wrapping his finger's breadth around the tool. `` Nice cock, daddy '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the thickset manhood in his hand. The man simply grunted in reception, his heart 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 intellection running through his own headspring. But this one would give to do, money was money after all.



Without waver, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the cock into his mouth. Clamping his lips just under the hoop under the question, he then swirled his tongue over the head. The man let out a moan of pleasure, and his cock responded by swelling and releasing a steady flow of precum over the fond glossa that enveloped it. The precum was so sweet that Brian took a indorsement to lick the tip clean before pushing down an inch, starting to bob up and down on the man 's cock. His sass wrapped tightly around the barb, and he sucked gently each metre he pulled back toward the head. 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 of the pleasant-tasting cock into his mouth, Brian soon felt the foreland thumping against the back of his throat. Fingers curled in his haircloth and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to take into account the foreland to pop into his throat. The rest of the meaty cock slipped right into his mouth, Lucille Ball now resting on his chin. He swallowed hard and resisted the impulse to gag, glancing up at the proprietor 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 lenient but strained. `` Holy dirt ... suction that cock, you small slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his hips forward to thrust slightly into Brian 's backtalk in rhythm with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's eyes started to water system as he looked up at the man, working along his length with his sass and pharynx. He slipped a hand under the clump that bounced off his chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his pharynx was used strictly for his partner 's pleasure.



Spit began to dribble down Brian 's Kuki-Chin and coat the formal that smacked against them. He could hear the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his pace only seemed to quicken. `` You like pa 's big hammer, little boy ? '' The dirty talk coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the young dickhead wilderness. His own hard-on leaked precum all the way down his dig, making it shimmer in the dim inflammation. Brian resisted the urge to touch himself and focused on pleasuring his client instead.



As the teen teased his new Daddy with his paw and sass, he was greeted by a hard thrust into his mouth. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nose as the head was just as quickly tugged from his pharynx. His fingerbreadth curled behind the man 's balls, pressing on the spot just behind his pocket. He hummed softly over the headway as it dragged across his tongue, more angelical precum coating it and mixing with his own spitting. His spit flicked across the very tip, causing a piercing oink to release from the man 's sass. The pecker was pulled from his mouth, leaving his painted lips with an audible 'pop'.



'' Tell daddy how old you are, little slut. '' The dirty man stood over him, panting and grunting as he furiously pumped his slipperiness jibe in his hand. Brian smiled up at him and spread his stifle wider, giving the man a good look at the prick between his placid legs, as if to confirm once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, pop, '' Brian eked out in the most womanly vocalisation he could rally. No Sooner had he spoken those works and opened his mouth that Daddy began to buck and grunt. His boneheaded prick throbbed and erupted long spirt of white gooey cum all over the boy 's face. He quickly shut his center, feeling the midst fluid realm all over his face and stick to his cutis. 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 free fall of cum over his chirpy fake chest of drawers, getting smear of cum onto his top and chest of drawers. The fatigued unknown panted and almost fell backwards as his articulatio genus buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to calm himself, struggling not to devolve 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 sissy wiped some of the semen from his aspect and smeared it across his top, he watched in mild amusement as the man fumbled with his boxers and stab. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to gather his cheek as his rooster was tucked back safely into the confines of his packer. `` Wow, that was ... that was stupefy. Are you really 14 ? '' he asked, looking curiously over the boy.



Brian simply nodded and tried to giggle girlishly, flicking his tongue across his lip to lick them clear. The man let out another piano moan, seeming to redden 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 future to the first, being careful not to touch the cum peppered over his skin and clothing. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled wide-cut to give thanks the generous man, watching as he turned and made his way out of the dense bushes and into the night. Just as the man was out of batch, Brian reached between his smooth thigh and furiously stroked his own throbbing turncock. He cupped one of his padded breasts in his other paw, feeling drops of cum against his fingers. He whimpered softly, feeling his ball tighten as his whole body ached for release.



His articulatio genus spread wide, back arching and capitulum tilting back as his smooth vernal cock released, sending thick long Mexican valium of cum flying out. It landed in thin current across the grass, the last of it leaking out over his fingers, panties, and skirt. The low spot was quite a batch with a mixture of his and the customer 's cum.



As the adrenaline rush of the clash washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining panty and attempting to smooth out his sticky outfit. He licked his digit clean of his own remnant 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 expend it .