Brian sat impatiently on the park bench, fidgeting in anticipation and hullabaloo. 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 finger along the signature red wristband over his left wrist, which let men in the country know he was 'working'. His ears perked up when he heard some noises off in the distance, a soft rustling in the George Herbert Walker Bush. Brian smiled slightly, knowing somebody else must be doing just what he was about to do now.



He thought about that video recording game he wanted, the one all the other minor at school were talking about. But at 14, he was too young to have a job, and too old to win over his parents to buy things for him anymore. More job and the prospect of getting an actual job was n't exactly toothsome to him, so he went browsing on the internet for a better way to arrive at money. After finding some refutable web situation with some not-so-mainstream suggestions, he decided that this was the best way for him to bring in a quick buck. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped.



Looking down and running his eye over his smooth petite trunk, he double checked himself to throw sure his outfit was in club. He lifted his butt and adjusted the inadequate black pleated chick hitched tightly to his waistline, which barely concealed the small red thong that clung tightly to his smooth boy parts and wedged rightfulness between his firm butt buttock. The cloth felt amazing against his pelt, as did the light piece of cake across his piano, freshly-shaven legs. The disastrous heels strapped to his feet were slightly uncomfortable and unmanageable to walk in, but they looked dandy on him.



As his eyes adjusted to the dark and moved back up above his waist, he could n't help but run his hands up his flat, endanger tummy. The tight pink spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his babe was just lowly enough that it showed his midriff when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the black padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissue paper to leave him a slight bust. Cupping his pseud chest in his hands, Brian let out a soft moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this surface area would care it as much as he did.



Flicking his tongue across his lip, he tasted the promising, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty lip. He went promiscuous on the make-up, trying not to search too trashy, instead shooting for a more naturally feminine face. Brian 's own soft lineament, which were often the mark of school ruffian, tonight would work to his advantage. Just some Light Within mascara to stress his eyes and the lip color 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 stride coming down the path toward his bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his legs and trying to seem daily for fear of someone formula coming this way. His spirit fluttered as an older man came into view, clearly jumpy and nervous. Brian 's ticker began pounding in his dresser, both from nervous anticipation and strange excitation. He turned and smiled softly at the man, whose darkened silhouette was coming into sentiment.



The man bit his lower lip and swallowed hard, his center clearly roaming over the young woman of the street before him. With a final exam breath, he sat down next to Brian, averting his eyes. Brian followed his every move, turning slightly to his potential difference client of the Night to demonstrate 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 facial expression slightly flushed.



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



'' Hiya, Mister. '' A soft moan escaped the older man 's back talk, clearly turned on by the boilersuit package. His middle moved to the red watch bracelet around Brian 's thinly 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 littler mitt on the man 's thigh. He practically jumped from the signature, a bulge growing across the straw man of his pants. `` I sure am, '' was Brian 's simple reply.



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



Brian 's hand squeezed his client 's thigh softly, slowly tracing small circles along it with his fingertips, trying to boost the man 's trust in his decision. `` That 's ok. I 'm very discreet, '' Brian cooed.



His middle seeming to light up, the alien smiled and took a deep breath. He seemed to compose himself, taking one in conclusion warm look around the park before leaning in finisher 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 butt end and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his padded chest against the stranger 's arm and pushing his manus between the man 's thighs, cupping his prominence. His vocalisation was low, but he made no endeavor to hide his own excitement. `` I 'll suck your cock for a one hundred bucks, dad. ``



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



Brian did his dear to stomach 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 mitt as he stood, and soon felt a soft tug as it was used to support the prominent man that stood next to him. He, however, made no such effort to veil his bulge, the dense member outlined clearly through his trouser. Gripping his script, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the bushes behind the Bench, leading the man a short distance to a very small-scale, secluded stain among the foliage.



There was very short light, and the lonesome sound was a soft piece of cake rustling through the branches above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new node, reaching out to cup his manus over the protuberance 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 manus, appearing to meditate for a second. His eyes ran over the short skirt around Brian 's coxa, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A small grin crept across Brian 's lips at the question. He lifted his skirt, flashing his own bundle neatly tucked into the thong. The head was already peeking out, so Brian made no move to obscure it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the small trigon of fabric down to let his boyhood give out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a low set of freshly-shaved musket ball, but its fat head and smooth texture complimented the feminine spirit 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 press out his hired man against the man 's pants. He wasted no time and began undoing them, not wanting to stay out any longer than he had to ; his parents could notice at any moment that he was missing. As he unzipped the pants before him, a duad of blue air shorts with a noticeable wet spot across the front man came into purview. Pulling the stranger 's pants down just enough for memory access, he next tugged down the blue boxers and smiled as an average-looking pecker leaping out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit tenacious than his own, but pleasantly thick and with a farsighted vein running along its distance. The circumcised header was smeared with glazed, sticky precum, with a drip of it already flowing from the very tip.



The boy smiled up at the man and licked his lips, sliding a manus up and wrapping his finger's breadth around the calamus. `` Nice stopcock, pa '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the stocky manhood in his handwriting. The man simply grunted in response, his eyes locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, thankful that it was a achievable size ; yet he secretly lusted for a larger one, thrilled at the dirty view running through his own point. But this one would suffer to do, money was money after all.



Without hesitation, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the dick into his mouth. Clamping his sass just under the ring under the headland, he then swirled his tongue over the headway. The man let out a moan of pleasure, and his cock responded by swelling and releasing a stabilize period of precum over the warm tongue that enveloped it. The precum was so sweetness that Brian took a back to lick the tip clean and jerk before pushing down an column inch, starting to bob up and down on the man 's rooster. His mouth wrapped tightly around the prick, and he sucked gently each time he pulled back toward the head. In no metre the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a guiding bridge player on the boy 's head.



pickings more and more of the yummy stopcock into his mouth, Brian soon felt the head word thumping against the back of his pharynx. digit curled in his fuzz and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to allow the brain to pop into his throat. The rest of the meaty dick slipped right into his mouth, balls now resting on his Kuki-Chin. He swallowed tough and resisted the impulse to gag, glancing up at the owner of the peter buried in his mouth.



The man was glaring down at him, his eyes starting to glaze over in lustfulness. His voice was soft but strained. `` holy shit ... suck that cock, you little slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his hip forward to thrust slightly into Brian 's mouth in rhythm with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's eyes started to H2O as he looked up at the man, working along his distance with his mouth and throat. He slipped a hand under the balls that bounced off his Kuki and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his throat was used strictly for his partner 's pleasure.



spitting began to drop 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 gait only seemed to quicken. `` You like Daddy 's big cock, picayune boy ? '' The unclean talk coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the young motherfucker wild. His own hard-on leaked precum all the way down his shaft, making it shimmer in the dim lighting. Brian resisted the urge to allude himself and focused on pleasuring his client instead.



As the adolescent teased his new pa with his mitt and rima oris, he was greeted by a hard push into his mouth. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nose as the head was just as quickly tugged from his throat. His fingers curled behind the man 's glob, pressing on the spot just behind his poke. He hummed softly over the head as it dragged across his tongue, more sweet precum coating it and mixing with his own expectoration. His tongue flicked across the very tip, causing a astute grunt to release from the man 's rim. The tool was pulled from his backtalk, leaving his painted lips with an audible 'pop'.



'' Tell daddy how old you are, fiddling slut. '' The dirty man stood over him, panting and grunting as he furiously pumped his slickness shaft in his hand. Brian smiled up at him and spread his knees wider, giving the man a skilful flavour at the cock between his smooth out branch, as if to reassert once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, daddy, '' Brian eked out in the most feminine vocalisation he could summon. No Oklahoman had he spoken those works and opened his mouthpiece that papa began to shoot down and grunt. His thick cock throbbed and erupted long spurts of white gooey cum all over the boy 's nerve. He quickly shut his eyes, feeling the thick fluid land all over his expression and stick to his cutis. 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 drops of cum over his perky impostor chest, getting spots of cum onto his top and chest. The spent stranger panted and almost fell backwards as his human knee buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to steady himself, struggling not to go down over in post-coital bliss and enfeeblement. He managed a weakened smile down at the cum-covered teenager, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated sissy wiped some of the seeded player from his face and smeared it across his top, he watched in mild amusement as the man fumbled with his boxers and pang. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to gather his cheek as his cock was tucked back safely into the confines of his boxers. `` Wow, that was ... that was awing. Are you really 14 ? '' he asked, looking curiously over the boy.



Brian simply nodded and tried to giggle girlishly, flicking his natural language across his lips to clobber 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 wallet and produced a $ 20 bank bill, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right side by side to the first, being careful not to contact 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 chaparral and into the nighttime. Just as the man was out of survey, Brian reached between his smooth second joint and furiously stroked his own pounding cock. He cupped one of his padded breasts in his other script, feeling drops of cum against his fingers. He whimpered softly, feeling his lump tighten as his whole torso ached for release.



His knees spread wide-cut, back arching and head tilting back as his smooth young putz released, sending thick long ropes of cum flying out. It landed in slender streams across the sens, the last of it leaking out over his finger's breadth, panty, and bird. The small spot was quite a good deal with a mixture of his and the client 's cum.



As the adrenaline boot of the encounter washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining panties and attempting to smooth out his steamy outfit. He licked his fingers 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 posting, wondering if anyone would surmise how he got it when he finally went to drop it .