LaaGLG Stephanie/The apron makes it seem almost private. And anonymous. A perfect opportunity

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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. It doesn't taste bad, so it can't be pee. 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.

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, and feel his cum splatter 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

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