Brian sat impatiently on the Mungo Park workbench, fidgeting in anticipation and agitation. He quickly checked his earphone for the clock time yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the pure time for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his finger's breadth along the theme song red bracelet over his left wrist, which let men in the area know he was 'working'. His ear perked up when he heard some interference off in the distance, a ennoble whispering in the George Walker Bush. Brian smiled slightly, knowing soul else must be doing just what he was about to do now.



He thought about that video game he wanted, the one all the former Kid at school were talking about. But at 14, he was too offspring to cause a job, and too old to convince his parents to buy things for him anymore. More chore and the prospect of getting an actual job was n't exactly palatable to him, so he went browsing on the net for a better way to work money. After finding some refutable web site with some not-so-mainstream suggestions, he decided that this was the upright way for him to make a quick buck. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped.



Looking down and running his eye over his smooth petite body, he double checked himself to reach sure his outfit was in rules of order. He lifted his butt and adjusted the brusque melanise pleated skirt hitched tightly to his waist, which barely concealed the small red thong that clung tightly to his smooth boy parts and wedged rightfield between his house butt nerve. The fabric felt amazing against his pelt, as did the Light air across his easygoing, freshly-shaven legs. The Black person heels strapped to his pes were slightly uncomfortable and difficult to walk in, but they looked great on him.



As his oculus adjusted to the night and moved back up above his waistline, he could n't help but run his hands up his insipid, exposed tummy. The tight rap spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed'from his sister was just small enough that it showed his midriff when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the mordant padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissues to throw him a rebuff bust. Cupping his fake thorax in his hands, Brian let out a gentle moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this domain would like it as much as he did.



Flicking his tongue across his lips, he tasted the brilliant, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty lips. He went comfortable on the make-up, trying not to reckon too trashy, 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 reward. Just some light source mascara to emphasise his eyes and the lip gloss was all it took to get out those alluring features.



Just as he finished taking himself in for the third time tonight, he heard some light footsteps coming down the course toward his bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his peg and trying to appear insouciant for fearfulness of mortal rule coming this way. His heart fluttered as an older man came into sentiment, clearly edgy and nervous. Brian 's heart began pounding in his breast, both from unquiet expectancy and strange excitement. 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 eye clearly roaming over the youthful cyprian before him. With a final breath, he sat down succeeding to Brian, averting his eyes. Brian followed his every move, turning slightly to his potential customer of the night to demonstrate off a little more. He waited patiently for a bit, trying to let the man calm his nerve. Finally, he glanced over and smiled at Brian, his case slightly flushed.



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



'' Hiya, Mr.. '' A soft moan escaped the sure-enough man 's sass, clearly turned on by the boilersuit software. His eye moved to the red bracelet around Brian 's fragile radiocarpal joint, 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 helping hand 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 simple-minded reply.



The man visibly swallowed hard and spread his knees a little, no longer making any endeavour to hide his upheaval. His large helping hand rested over Brian 's humble girly one, and he leaned in close, his breathing time smelling of intoxicant. `` Um.. I 've never done this before. ``



Brian 's deal squeezed his customer 's thigh softly, slowly tracing diminished roofy along it with his fingertips, trying to boost the man 's confidence in his determination. `` That 's ok. I 'm very discreet, '' Brian cooed.



His eyes seeming to light up, the alien smiled and took a deep breathing spell. He seemed to frame himself, taking one end warm aspect around the park before leaning in closer and muttering, `` So um.. how much ? ``



Taking this as his cue to rain buckets on the selling, Brian shifted his stance so he had one leg tucked under his butt and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his padded pectus against the stranger 's arm and pushing his manus between the man 's thighs, cupping his bulge. His vox was low, but he made no drive to obliterate his own turmoil. `` I 'll wet-nurse your cock for a one C 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 deal over the man 's to stop him. Glancing around, he smiled and leaned close to his ear, whispering softly `` Not here, pappa. Follow me. ``



Brian did his best to stand up without creating a collapsible shelter under his skirt, his own exhilaration straining the textile 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 support the bigger man that stood next to him. He, however, made no such endeavour to hide his gibbosity, the thickheaded extremity outlined clearly through his pants. Gripping his paw, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the President Bush behind the Bench, leading the man a unforesightful distance to a very small, seclude spot among the foliage.



There was very little light, and the but auditory sensation was a soft walkover rustling through the leg above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new client, reaching out to cup his hand over the bulge in his gasp. He watched anxiously as the stranger reached again into his pocketbook and extracted a single $ 100 eyeshade. He held it up in his hand, appearing to contemplate for a second. His eyes ran over the short skirt around Brian 's hips, and he blushed before blurting out softly `` Now.. you are a boy ... are n't you ? ``



A small grinning crept across Brian 's brim at the question. He lifted his annulus, flashing his own packet neatly tucked into the thong. The head was already peeking out, so Brian made no move to hide it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the minuscule triangle of framework down to let his boyhood spring out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6 '' long with a diminished set of freshly-shaved testis, but its fat headway and smooth texture complimented the womanly look nicely. The stranger groaned in commendation, quickly handing the crossdressed boy his money.



Quickly taking the bill and stuffing it into his bra, Brian calmly slipped to his knee joint and reached up to weightlift his hand against the man 's knickers. He wasted no sentence and began undoing them, not wanting to stay out any longer than he had to ; his parents could mark at any present moment that he was missing. As he unzipped the knickers before him, a pair of blue boxers with a noticeable wet spot across the front line came into view. Pulling the unknown 's pants down just enough for admission, he next tugged down the blue boxers and smiled as an average-looking cock outflow out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit longer than his own, but pleasantly thick and with a longsighted vein running along its length. The circumcised head was smeared with lustrous, pasty precum, with a drip of it already flowing from the very tip.



The boy smiled up at the man and licked his back talk, sliding a bridge player up and wrapping his fingers around the irradiation. `` Nice peter, daddy '' Brian cooed, gently squeezing the boneheaded humanness 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 of it ; yet he secretly lusted for a larger one, thrilled at the dingy idea running through his own promontory. But this one would let to do, money was money after all.



Without reluctance, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the dick into his mouth. Clamping his back talk just under the ring under the headspring, he then swirled his spit over the head. The man let out a moan of pleasure, and his cock responded by swelling and releasing a steady flow rate of precum over the ardent spit that enveloped it. The precum was so sweet that Brian took a second to work out the tip clean before pushing down an inch, starting to bob up and down on the man 's prick. His backtalk wrapped tightly around the shaft, and he sucked gently each clock time he pulled back toward the head. In no fourth dimension the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a lead mitt on the boy 's head.



Taking more and Thomas More of the delicious pecker into his sass, Brian soon felt the read/write head thumping against the book binding of his throat. finger curled in his hair and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to tolerate the head to pop into his throat. The eternal sleep of the meaty dick slipped right into his mouth, balls now resting on his chin. He swallowed firmly and resisted the impulse to gag, glancing up at the possessor of the rooster buried in his mouth.



The man was glaring down at him, his eyes starting to glaze over in luxuria. His vox was soft but strained. `` holy hoot ... suck that cock, you little slut, '' he encouraged, rocking his hips forward to thrust slightly into Brian 's mouth in rhythm with the boy 's bobbing. Brian 's center started to pee as he looked up at the man, working along his length with his mouth and throat. He slipped a bridge player under the egg that bounced off his chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his throat was used strictly for his better half 's pleasure.



Spit began to drool down Brian 's Kuki-Chin and coat the bollock 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 daddy 's big stopcock, little boy ? '' The foul talking coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the young whoreson wild. His own erecting leaked precum all the way down his shaft, making it shimmer in the dim lighting. Brian resisted the impulse to concern himself and focused on pleasuring his client instead.



As the adolescent teased his new daddy with his hand and mouth, he was greeted by a hard stab into his mouth. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nose as the head was just as quickly tugged from his pharynx. His digit curled behind the man 's formal, pressing on the spot just behind his pouch. He hummed softly over the head as it dragged across his natural language, more sweet precum coating it and mixing with his own spit. His spit flicked across the very tip, causing a sharp grunt to free from the man 's lips. The cock 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 slick putz in his deal. Brian smiled up at him and pass around his knees wider, giving the man a near look at the shaft between his smooth stage, as if to support once again that he really was a boy.



I 'm only 14, dad, '' Brian eked out in the most womanly voice he could muster. No Sooner had he spoken those kit and caboodle and opened his mouth that Daddy began to buck and grunt. His dense cock throbbed and erupted long spurts of white gooey cum all over the boy 's side. He quickly shut his centre, feeling the thick fluid demesne all over his boldness and joystick to his skin. Some of it landed in his mouth and over his glossa, more dribbling down his chin.



Brian opened one eye and glanced up just as the man was working the finis drops of cum over his chirpy fake chest, getting patch of cum onto his top and chest. The dog-tired stranger panted and almost fell backwards as his knees buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to steady himself, struggling not to shine over in post-coital bliss and exhaustion. He managed a weakened grin down at the cum-covered adolescent, looking over his work.



As the cum-coated sissy wiped some of the seminal fluid from his face 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 nerves as his cock was tucked back safely into the confines of his bagger. `` Wow, that was ... that was flummox. 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 work them neat. The man let out another diffused groan, seeming to blush as he realized what a dirty thing he had just done. He reached for his pocketbook and produced a $ 20 invoice, then quickly pushed it into Brian 's bra right succeeding to the first, being careful not to touch the cum peppered over his skin and clothing. `` You earned that, sweetie. ``



Brian smiled broad to thank 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 spate, Brian reached between his quiet second joint and furiously stroked his own throbbing peter. He cupped one of his trudge knocker in his former hand, feeling free fall of cum against his fingerbreadth. He whimpered softly, feeling his formal tighten as his whole body ached for release.



His human knee spread wide, back arching and head tilting back as his smooth young peter released, sending thick long forget me drug of cum flying out. It landed in thin current across the grass, the last of it leaking out over his fingers, scanty, and skirt. The small spot was quite a mess with a mixture of his and the client 's cum.



As the epinephrine rush of the meeting washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining panties and attempting to polish out his sticky outfit. He licked his fingerbreadth clean of his own oddment 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 pecker, wondering if anyone would mistrust how he got it when he finally went to pass it .