LaaGLG Stephanie/The apron makes it seem almost private. And anonymous. A perfect opportunity
From Create Your Own Story
Frozen in place by indecision it is the boy who makes the first move. His hips push forward lightly, the bulge beneath his jeans rubbing along your cheek, back and forth.
Somehow the anonymity of the situation and feeling what is clearly a cock combine to make it feel okay for your hands to reach up and shakily tug down on his fly.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," you think as you draw the fly all the way down and undo the snap on the boy's jeans. Tugging the jeans down reveals that the hot dog clerk is a boxer's guy, and with his dick rock-hard the loose legs of the boxers do little to contain the dick.
Out of curiousity you slide up the leg, shyly avoiding skin contact. Unfortunately for you pulling up the boxer leg give's his dick just enough freedom for it to pop out and smack you in the face.
"Pull the boxers down," the boy breathlessly - nervously? - instructs.
The combination of circumstances makes it seem alright to grab hold of the dick, but it's so hard you can't push it down in order to slide the boxers over it.
Giggling at the dilemma, and fascinated by the hot tube under your fingers you bring both hands to trace the length of his cock, tracing the veins like they are braille.
A groan escapes the boy, intensifying when your fingers reach opposite ends of the shaft. Your left hand's fingers feel the fuzz of his pubic hair and pause just for a moment even as your other hand reaches the mushroom-like ridge that identifies his head.
Licking your lips you move both hands further, cupping one ball while the other hand traces the edges of his dick-head before sliding the fingers up and over the smooth skin until you can feel the hole in its tip.
"Oh God, more," he begs, making you grin at the sense of power.
In the pornos you've been studying you know the guy usually grabs the girl and forces her head down, but the boy seems willing to let you set the pace. You're not sure what to do at first, but decide to lean forward and tentatively lick the tip, cringing a little.
Instead of tasting awful the tip tastes clean, a little liquid already there. Cum? No, it can't be. Not yet. Pee? It tastes... kind of good. Well, not bad at any rate. You've never tasted pee though, so is this what it's supposed to taste like? Somehow you thought it'd taste bad, but at the same time your brother's films have shown girls being peed on and drinking piss without losing their smile.
Regardless of what it is you lick it up, then plant your lips on the side of the dick, letting your mouth slide slowly down toward your lightly massaging hand. The boy's hips jerk and the veins in his dick seem to pulse and swell as you move to the base, reversing direction as soon as you feel his pubic hairs brush your nose.
Once at the tip you lick the hole, placing your mouth atop it and sucking lightly to get more of liquid.
Abruptly you realize what's missing. The anonymity of the apron over your head made you forget the most important part of a blowjob where the boy's not just fucking the girl's face. The dirty talk.
"How's that feel, big boy? You like having a slut suck your dick? I know I sure love sucking yours. It tastes so good, and it's so big," you say. It's not a total lie, since it's big in your hands, but it's way below the eight-inch average. More like six inches if that.
"You wanna stick your dirty prick in my mouth?" you ask, looking up as if the two of you could make eye contact. Parting your lips you place your mouth over his hot penis, sucking the tip in, then pausing as you realize you have no idea what to do. Suck? Move back and forth? Deciding to cover all bases you do both, your cheeks caving in from the effort as you jam your own mouth forcefully down on him.
After a few times bobbing up and down you have his cock in your throat and it never occurs to you to wonder why you didn't gag or choke as it enters. It just seems natural to have a dick in your throat, even if it does make it harder to breath. Maybe you're brothers will be out when you get home. You'd like to watch a few videos, see if you've lived up to your role-models. A lot of the girls on the videos have spit all over their faces at this point, so you must be doing something wrong. Maybe you shouldn't have closed your lips so tightly around him?
Above you the boy makes inarticulate grunting sounds and his dick throbs beneath your hands and mouth. Abruptly a splash of liquid hits the top of your mouth and you pull away, startled.
A second splash hits you now closed lips and you realize he's cumming. As if on auto-pilot you pull your head back to give him a clear shot at your face as he shoots his next load.
"That's it, get it all over me. Uh... paint my little whore-face with your cum?" you say a little querilously, not quite sure if you're being dirty enough, but feeling proud of yourself for the effort.
His cum splatters high up on your right cheek, almost at eye level. You pump your hands, moving your face to give him the left side of your face next, and as he spews shot after shot you move on to your nose, lower cheeks, and even your forehead before sticking his dick back in your mouth to suck out the last dribbles.
"What the hell?!" a voice exclaims from behind you. The apron is yanked off your head, revealing you with a dick still in your mouth and your hands wrapped around its length.
"You're letting a KID suck you off?" an old, fat man yells at you and the pimply faced teen in front of you.
"Mi- mister Max!" the boy stammers. "I thought you we... weren't coming in til later."
"So you decided to host an orgy? What is she, your girlfriend?"
"N-no, it's not my fault," the boy whines. "She offered a blowjob for a hot dog."
"So you accepted a blow job from a kid?"
Part of you wants to object to being called a kid, but the other part wants to run out back to Tiffany and safety.
LaaGLG_Stephanie/Your big mouth gets more business when you object to being called a kid
LaaGLG_Stephanie/Take the first opportunity to run down the service hallway toward Tiffany
