Date: Wed, 5 Oct 2005 19:28:39 -0700
From: towheadboy lover <towheadboyo@gmail.com>
Subject: Army Private Kenny

These stories are purely works of fiction.  The following contains
scenes involving a child and an adult man.  If material of this nature
offends you then you do not read further.  Additionally, if you
are under 18 years of age or it is illegal to read this where you live
please do not read these stories.

Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have
occurred, is purely coincidental.  Additionally, the actions of the
characters in these stories are in no way intended to show approval of,
or give sanction to, their actions, or encourage similar actions by
others.  This is purely a story meant for entertainment purposes only.

I wrote these two chapters a while ago.  I've decided to submit them
together because I don't know if I'll continue with the story line.

Sergeant Miller's Lesson

"What are you doing son!"  The man barked at the child who had his
back to him looking in the sliding glass door.
Not having heard the man come up behind him Kenny jumped back almost
falling off the porch almost scared out of his pants.  Turning he saw
a great big man dressed in camouflage looking sternly at him.
"I asked you a question son!" The man barked at him again.
Kenny looking up at him frightened, "Nothing sir, only wanted to see
who's there."
"I've moved in and this is my house.  You shouldn't be back here," The
man said eyeing the child.
Laying in the driveway was his bike and Kenny wanted to run for it
but the man stood in his way.  Maybe he could jump off the porch he
thought but he'd probably break his legs.  "I'm sorry sir but me and
Justin play back here a lot."
"Well I live here now and you can't play back here anymore.  Can't
have you spying on me now can I."
"No sir I guess not," Kenny said still too scared to move.
"Are you the kid who helped the movers the other day?"
Kenny thought about a couple days ago...

"Kenny I told you, go find something to do, I want to clean up and
you're under foot, now go."
"But mom, there's nothun' to do.  It's soooo boring out there.  When
will Justin be home?"
"Kenny we've been over this a million times.  They won't be back for
a week.  Claire's mom is sick so you'll have to play by yourself so
get outside!"
Kenny pouting slammed the screen door behind him.  The last week had
been miserable with his best friend gone.  Before he'd been able to
explore blocks around his house but now he wasn't even allowed to
cross the street.  Standing in the front yard he looked around and
everything was boring.  He couldn't wait until school started again.
First grade was fun he thought but he just knew second grade was gonna
be better.
He walked down the sidewalk trying to figure out what to do.  He could
see if Amanda Powers wanted to play but the last time they played he
accidentally pushed her off her bike and she cried and he got in
trouble.  Plus her younger brother Brian Powers was a pain and always
broke his toys and she'd probably have to bring him along.
As Kenny turned the corner onto Elm Street he was surprised to see a
moving van unloading furniture.  The vacant house Justin and he played
around had someone moving into it.  Excitedly he ran up to the movers
watching them carrying the furniture and boxes into the house.
"Who's moving in, whose moving in," he yelled to a mover walking up
the ramp hoping there were kids.
"Not sure kid but I think he's stationed at Ft. Hamilton," the mover said.
Wow he's in the Army, neat, "Does he have kids?" Kenny excitedly
yelled to the mover who was inside the van.
"I'm not sure kid but I don't think he's married," the man said as he
picked up a box and started carrying it out of the truck.
Darn no kids.  Oh well but he's in the Army!  Neato.
Kenny watched the movers the rest of the morning asking lots of
questions and generally driving them mad.  He was in awe of their big
bodies, especially when they started stripping off their work shirts
that showed their tight wife beaters.  His dad looked nothing like
these men who grunted, swore, and sweat.  Soon they were finished
unloading but as it was after noon they grabbed their lunches from the
trucks cab and sat on the grass and lighting up cigarettes and turning
up the radio dug into sandwiches and sodas.  As Kenny didn't have a
lunch the men shared some of there's giving him some chips and a few
bites of their sandwiches.  Kenny sat in the middle of these giants
enjoying their camaraderie and feeling enveloped by them.  Far too
soon, lunch was over and they said their goodbyes and the movers drove
off to another job and for the first time Kenny felt a keen sense of
loss for men.

"Kid, I asked you, are you the one who helped the movers the other day!"
"I guess so," Kenny said looking down at the Army guy's big black boots.
The man thought for a moment, taking the kid in, "Where are your
parents and who is Justin?"
Kenny liked that he was talking nicer to him, "Mom made me go out
and play and dad's at work.  Justin had to go with his mom and my mom
say's he won't be back for a couple day's."
The child was sure as hell cute, but should he take a chance.  He'd
just transferred to the base and hadn't even seen the inside of the
house yet and here he was checking out this kid.  Yet he sure was
horny and the kid did have a pretty mouth.
"What's your name and how old are you baby?"
Looking up at him with fierceness in his eyes, "I'm not a baby, don't
call me that!  My names Kenny White and I'll be seven in three months.
I'm gonna be in second grade in two months so don't call me baby
okay!"
"Okay, okay, I won't call you baby but you sure are one pretty boy and
I've decided to make you my Army Private," he said with feigned
seriousness.  "Yep, my Army Private.  I'm drafting you into the Army
as a Private how about that?"
Kenny excitedly said, "An Army Private."
"You must call me Sergeant Miller and I will call you Pvt. White
and you must follow my orders from now on understood.  Now give me a
salute like this."  Sgt. Miller stood ramrod straight and lifting his
right arm placed his hand over his eyes and looking straight ahead
saluted.  Putting his arm down with a snap he relaxed then commanded,
"Now let me see you do it."
Kenny followed Sgt. Miller's example but no matter how well he did
the man wasn't about to let a fine chance to help the kid pass him by.
 He looked around the yard and seeing the high fences and no one about
offered his help so he climbed the porch steps and bending placed his
hand on the small of the child's back and the other on his chest and
told him to try it again.  Kenny brought his arm to his face; his
hand to his eyebrows, but Miller told him to practice again and this
time he put his hand on the child's ass and the other on his stomach
letting his pinkie linger above his pubic bone and told him to snap
again.  Working on his speed and not noticing the Sergeants fingers
probing him, Kenny tried repeatedly with encouragement from his new
friend.  Again he scanned the fences and though still comfortable that
no one could see if he pushed his fingers lower, he forced himself to
stop thinking with his cock and removed his hands from his new boy
toy, straightened up and adjusted himself hoping his camo's hid, at
least for the moment, his erection.
"You've progressed very well Pvt. White."  Afraid to push the kid
too fast and scare him off he had to move carefully.  But as his gut
had told him with many children before this find, this boy could be
made into a fine cock sucking slut within the hour, and probably be
begging for him to shove it up his ass before the week was out.
"You're gonna make a fine soldier son but I've got to get out of these
cloths and start unpacking.  Maybe tomorrow I can teach you some more
Army stuff okay Pvt. White," he said standing within inches of the
kid forcing him to look straight up at him.
This man made Kenny feel different.  The way he talked to him,
touched him, and stood so close.  He finally had to look down at the
cement patio, shuffled his feet a bit, and think.  His mom and dad had
taught him never to go into stranger's houses.  His mom and dad had
taught him never to talk to strangers but he was talking to Sgt.
Miller and he was okay.  Maybe it was okay to go into his house.
"Maybe I can help you," Kenny offered barely audibly and still
looking at the cement.
Inside Miller jumped with excitement but on the outside remained calm.
 "Sure Private, I'd enjoy the company."  Not wanting anyone to see the
kid going through the front door, "You stay here.  I'll get your bike
and bring it back to you then I'll go through the front door and come
get you."  He made it more of a command than a choice so Kenny
stayed put as Sgt. Miller retrieved his bike and brought it to the
backyard, went to the front door and came and opened the sliding glass
door, waved him in, and closed and locked it behind him.  The house
was hot and stuffy so Sgt. Miller opened some windows.  There were
boxes and furniture everywhere, none of it in the correct room.
Now that the kid was in the house he needed training quickly giving
him no time to think so time to amp up the direction Miller thought.
"Pvt. White, I'm going to change out of my camo's and into some
shorts so find the big red suitcase fast!" he barked.
Kenny turned, again frightened at his loud voice, but immediately
started looking around the family room for the suitcase.
Semi-panicked at not seeing it he moved to the kitchen, dining room
then living room.  He then moved down the hallway, looked in bedrooms
and finally found it in the closet of the biggest bedroom.  He had not
seen Miller the whole time and came running out to the family room
finding him sitting in a chair relaxing with his legs spread wide.  He
ran up to him, "It's in the bedroom closet sir."
Miller had been extremely please with how fast the kid had followed
his command and found the suitcase.  "I told you to call me Sgt.
Miller Pvt. White!" he yelled.
This was the loudest he'd ever yelled and he frightened Kenny who
almost started crying.  "But I found the suitcase Sgt. Miller."
"I don't care, you will address me with respect Pvt. White."
Kenny was starting to hate this game with this strange man.
Now to see how far I can push this kid, "Take off my boots Private."
Kenny looked down at his black shinny boots.  He'd looked at them
before.  They were so tall and had so many laces he wondered how he
put them on.
"I said get down there and take them off Private!" he yelled.
Kenny scared got down on the floor and pulled a lace and it easily
untied (Sgt. Miller, while Kenny was looking for the suitcase had
made sure they would).  Not sure what to do next he started yanking on
the lace and saw how it unraveled.  It was very hard for him, as Sgt.
Miller knew it would be, so he bent over and roughly showed Kenny
how to undo it then yanked off the boot.
"Now do the other one Private."
Kenny quickly untied it then started unlacing it and following the
directions found it much easier this time.  Standing up he gave a
couple big pulls finally working the boot free falling backwards.
"Now pull off my socks like good Private's do for Sergeants!"
Quickly crawling back to his Sgt. Millers feet, Kenny again moved to
a kneeling position and Sgt. Miller lifted his foot close to Kenny's
face, and though he could see the child didn't like it, he didn't move
away, but only lifted his hands to the ankle and yanked the top of the
sock.  The child made no progress with the sweat soaked sock, but Sgt.
Miller pleased at the kids effort reached down and pulled it free of
his foot and threw it into the kids lap then removed the other sock
and aiming threw it directly into his face.  He sat back spreading his
legs pleased to see he stayed on the carpet and didn't seem to care
about the sock hitting his face and falling to his lap joining the
other one, but only looked up at him like a sad puppy dog.  Maybe this
was gonna be easier than he'd thought.
"You're doing real good Private.  I'm going to see to it your trained
real good," he said as he reached down and rearranged his cock and
balls
Kenny watched his massive hand scratching himself puzzled by the man
and not sure what to do next.  Was this really what Private's did in
the Army?  He was telling Kenny what to do and unlike his parents
most times, he was doing it.  Sgt. Miller was training him to be a
Private in the Army and he didn't want to mess it up.
"Pvt. White, I'm going to take a shower, show me where the suitcase is."
Immediately Kenny was off the floor clutching the socks running down
the hall yelling for Sgt. Miller to follow.  He made his way down the
hall to the end bedroom and found Kenny pointing at the suitcase in
the closet.  As he followed the kid, Miller wondered how fast he could
push him.  Looking into the bedroom for the first time, he was glad to
see the movers had set up his queen-sized bed though god knows where
his bedding was.  He was also happy to see blinds on the windows that
he was going to pull down in the event anymore snoopy neighborhood
kids were around.  He was also pleased to see mirrors on the sliding
closet doors-better to watch his conquests and hopefully this kid in a
couple minutes.
"While I pull these down turn on the light Pvt. White," as he turned
and looked in the mirror.  Shit, he thought, had to get out of these
camos, he smelled like a horse.  "Stand at attention Private!" He
barked at Kenny.
Again Kenny was frightened, but not as bad as before.
"What's attention Sgt. Miller?" Kenny asked looking at Miller a
couple feet away.
"Like this." Sgt. Miller said as he stood ramrod straight with his
hands straight down on his sides.  "Private's stand at attention for
hours on end sometime.  Now face me and stand at attention Private!"
Shit, the kids doing it he thought.  Look how tall he's standing and
hands to his side.  How he wanted to step up to that face and shove
his cock into him right then.  But he had to hold on, couldn't have
the child running from the house screaming.  He'd worked too hard for
this.  It was necessary for the kid to take the first step-not to
force him.  To hell if he said No afterwards.  All he needed was that
small hand on his hard on.  The kid had the potential to be one fine
piece of neighborhood pussy.  It was time to give him a show.
Kenny stood as still as he could watch Sgt. Miller.  Every once in a
while he'd give Kenny a look, which reminded him of the ones Jake
Hubert, the sixth grade bully gave him sometimes.  He was frightened
and didn't know why he stayed, but at the same time, Sgt. Miller and
his training excited him.
"Stay at attention Pvt. White while I change into some shorts."
Miller barked when he thought the child's mind was wandering.
Kenny lifted his eyes and watched as the Sergeant slowly unbuttoned
his shirt, pulled it off his shoulders and threw it on a box.  Kenny
couldn't believe how big he was.  He was a lot bigger than his
father-much bigger.  His shoulders were wider, chest stuck out through
his t-shirt more, and arms bulged.  He took of his pants next, pulling
them down his hips revealing white boxers then the hairiest legs
Kenny had ever seen.  When he lifted his t-shirt over his head the
child was treated to the best-formed and hairiest torso he'd ever
seen.  Miller's chest was overly muscular and wide with two
half-dollar sized nipples that barely showed through a dense forest of
brown chest hair.  His abs, if themselves not covered with hair, were
ripped from thousands of crunches and miles of running.
Turning to the suitcase and pretending to ignore the child Miller
pushed open the half closed closet door, pulled out the suitcase, laid
it on the floor in front of the boy, crouched down and opened it.
Pretending to look for some shorts he started digging around, then
knowing his little cunt's eyes were watching he pulled back some
towels and there were his collection of dildo's and butt plugs.
Kenny stood as still as possible watching Sgt. Miller look through
his suitcase wondering what he was looking for.  He wanted to help but
knew he had to stay standing so he looked at the top of his head and
his short hair then down to wide shoulders.  Looking back to the
suitcase Sgt. Miller was taking out some long colored rubber things
that bounced up and down.  He was holding one up and looking at it.
He wondered what it was.  It was long and thick, had some real big
things hanging from one end and was bigger at the other end.  Then it
struck him-it looked like his wiener and balls but it was huge.
Sgt. Miller was glad to see he was interested in the dildo and almost
fell over laughing the moment he saw the change in the child's face
when he realized it was a dick.
"Put your hands out boy."  Surprised by Sgt. Millers voice Kenny put
his hands out.  "Hold this," and the Sergeant stuck the replica of his
9 inch cock in the kids hands as if it were the most natural thing in
the world, then went back to inspecting another one.
Kenny looked at it in awe.  It was pink and softer than he'd
imagined.  He wrapped his fingers around it and looked it up and down
inspecting the rubber head and spidery veins.  He looked at the balls
amazed at their size and wrinkled skin.  He held the dildo close to
his nose finding a smell he didn't recognize.
Pretending to inspect the dildo in his own hand Miller watched Kenny
with fascination.  The child was curious but just how taken with the
dildo was he?  He smelled it but would he taste it.  The slut two
bases ago had actually put his tongue to the tip of it, but would this
kid do it.  Miller's dick was aching in anticipation.  Kenny looked
at him, their eyes meeting for a few seconds, and then embarrassed the
child dropped his hand, the dildo by his side.  Ah, too bad, a little
shy Miller thought; he would have to get past that.
Kenny was embarrassed he'd been caught looking at the rubber dick.
He didn't do anything wrong but Sgt. Miller gave him that bully look
again and he was afraid.  He watched Miller put stuff back in the
suitcase and take a pair of shorts out and put the suitcase away but
he'd left Kenny still standing straight holding the rubber wiener.
Sgt. Miller unrolled the Lycra shorts then putting them down on a box
the man, without warning the child, hooked his fingers into his boxers
waistband and pushed them down slowly reveling his thick dark pubic
bush, then cock and balls then kicked them away from his feet.
Kenny had never before seen an adult cock and balls and was shocked
by the sight.
Sgt. Miller gave his cock a few tugs and scratched his balls as he
watched Kenny stare a hole into them.  It took all the will in the
world to keep his cock at half-mast imagining what he was about to do
to that pretty mouth.  "Pvt. White, still holding that dildo I
see."
Kenny looked down and seeing the dildo looking up at the Sergeant
nodded his head.  Here, give it to me," Sgt. Miller said as he walked
up to him and stood only two feet away.
"You've done real good today Private.  You learned a lot.  Maybe it's
time you go home now.  You can come back tomorrow and I'll teach you
some more.  I'll tell you what Privates and Sergeants use dildos for
in the Army.  Tomorrow I can teach you a lot about what Privates and
Sergeants do together.  How about that?" Miller said in a soft tone
reaching out and ruffling Kenny's hair.
Kenny heard Sgt. Miller but wasn't listening very well.  The man
told him to go home but he couldn't move.  He told him he would show
him tomorrow what Sergeants and Privates do together but that didn't
matter.  He was talking nicely to him, he liked that, and when he
started playing with his hair he liked that.  As the man moved closer
he'd been studying him-examining his stomach, bellybutton, muscles and
hair.  As he moved his cock and balls at first swung back and forth
but then his cock started getting bigger it moved up and down more.
He didn't understand what made it grow-why did it stick out.  Kenny
was captivated by it.  As Sgt. Miller continued to ruffle Kenny's
hair Sgt. Millers cock became fully engorged facing Kenny only a
foot away.
Seeing the child was entranced Miller knew it was time for the kill.
"Pvt. White give me the dildo."  Kenny made no move to hand him
the dildo.  "Cocksucker I said give me the dildo!"  Sgt. Miller yelled
the loudest yet.  Kenny truly caught off guard and scared flinched
and looked up at the Sergeant and wondered what he just called him and
handed him the dildo then watched as the man put it next to his own
cock and balls.  Kenny eyes were wide in wonder to see both were the
same size and his balls hanging down the same way.  Sgt. Miller then
threw to the dildo to the ground, grabbed his cock and wrapping his
fist around it jacked it hard a few times then let slapped it a few
times as Kenny watched scared by Sgt. Millers physicality.  Without
moving his feet, Sgt. Miller slowly moved his hips towards Kenny
giving him a better look at the pre-cum starting to drip from his piss
slit.  At this Kenny looked up at him and Sgt. Miller gave him
encouraging smile then as if in slow motion the child looked down and
raising his right hand took a hold of the man's cock.  Sgt. Miller
smiled to himself.  He'd caught his prey and within hours of arriving
at his new home he had a neighborhood boy cunt.  All he'd need is a
little twat but one perversion at a time.
As with all the child sluts in the past, once he crossed this
threshold, he sped things up considerably.  The hand, which only
minutes before so endearingly ruffled his hair he now placed on top of
Kenny's hand and moved back and forth showing him how to jack him
off.
"Good job Pvt. White taking care of your Sergeant like this.  You
like feeling my cock pretty boy."
Kenny didn't like to be called pretty and looked up at Sgt. Miller
but he had that bully face on so he quickly looked back down.  Soon
his hands were tiered of being forced back and forth on his wiener but
he was afraid to say anything.  He was curious though about the wet
stuff coming out of his piss slit.  What was it?  It didn't look like
piss and was very sticky.  Suddenly Sgt. Miller yanked him forward
until they could see themselves in the closet door mirrors.  He looked
so big and he was so small.  Kenny's hands, arms, and shoulders were
so tiered being tugged and he wished he'd stop.  He looked at the man
in the mirror, saw the bully, and knew he couldn't say anything.
"The movers were right, you were sniffing around for cock you little
whore.  It's time you learn to give a man a blow job, how about it
Private."
Confused Kenny suddenly felt the Sergeants other hand on the back of
his head and then his cock head was rubbing against Kenny's lips.
Kenny struggled to backup but Sgt. Miller was too strong.
"Open up kid, I can see you want it.  Open those pretty little pouty
lips for Sarge?"
Kenny refused despite the intense pressure of the poking steel hard
cock on his nose and mouth but being unable to breathe he finally had
to open his lips then mouth slightly, and the Sergeant forced the
cherry red mushroom head in stretching the child's lips wildly.  Soon
the man was moving his cock in and out of the child's mouth slowly.
As Kenny tried to stretch his lips wide his snot and tears ran down
lubing the pistoning cock.  He planted himself against Sgt. Miller
hairy legs who kept one hand on the back of the child's head and
watched himself in the mirror slowly pushing his stick in and out of
the boys mouth working it deeper and deeper.  How he loved getting his
cock into these rug rats. God how he loved their ignorant parents?  A
couple hours ago his mom sends out her doe eyed innocent baby son and
in a couple hours he'd send home a ravaged humiliated cunt boy.  God
his mouth felt good.
Sgt. Miller closed his eyes thinking of all the other boys he had left
in his wake, their mouths and asses stretched.  Eventually he'd get
this kid loosened up.  He loved his gagging, crying, and struggling,
but also loved it when they were waiting on his stoop when he got home
and climbed into his lap hardly able to contain themselves, pushing
down his zipper, digging out his cock and sucking it down working out
his baby juices.
His toes started to curl and he opened his eyes, and looked down at
the red-faced brat he was pounding.  Cum was coursing through his
veins, he threw his head back and in a roar unleashed a torrent into
his cum dumps mouth.  Throwing his head forward he bucked into
Kenny's mouth using him like a rag doll watching him struggle as he
pumped a flood of cum down the child's throat.  He felt him choking
and it worked his cock more.  Snot and cum shot from his baby pug nose
into the mans pubic hair.  The boy struggled to breath almost ready to
pass out.  Finally the last dump fell and the man let Kenny fall to
the ground hurting.
Kenny did not understand how Sgt. Miller could train him like this.
Was this what Army Privates did.  He couldn't breath and his lips,
mouth and throat hurt so much.  He couldn't even close his eyes they
were so full of tears.  Snot was pouring from his nose and goo from
his mouth.  Why would he hurt him so much?  He put his forehead on the
ugly blue carpet and tried to catch his breath then wiped his eyes
with the back of his hands and looked up into the mirror and saw Sgt.
Miller standing there looking down at him like he did not care about
him.  His cock was huge, red and wet.  Why did cocks do that?  Kenny
did not understand what happened.
Sgt. Miller bent down and tried to pick Kenny up but he was
frightened and backed quickly away.  Sgt. Miller enjoying this part of
the game immensely, tried again, this time cornering Kenny, picked
him up like a feather into his strong arms, and forced the child into
putting his arms around his neck, face into his shoulders, and legs
around his waist, and they sat on the bed.  Sgt. Miller put his hand
under Kenny's small t-shirt, rubbed his back and tried to calm the
kid down telling him what a good Private he was and how he did what
all good Privates do for their Sergeants.  He opened his legs wide
letting the kids fabric covered butt hang low against his half-hard
dick and thought about how he wished he could tear those shorts off
right then and plow the kid's ass, but one hole at a time he thought.
Kenny finally calmed down, leaned back, and looking into the
Sergeants eyes asked sniffling and suddenly getting the hiccups if he
had really done well.  Sgt. Miller assured him he was the best and
gave him a kiss on the lips and told him all Privates learn to suck
big cocks like his.  He told him how Sergeants especially like forcing
their cocks into small mouths and down tight throats like his.
Kenny did not look very convinced but soon was playing with Sgt.
Millers chest hair and running his small kid fingers on the skin
around a nipple.  When Kenny touched the nipple Sgt. Miller gave a
low moan and the child looked up into his eyes curiously.  Miller told
him Privates also put their tongues on their Sergeants tits and suck
them.  The boy looked skeptical but still wanting to please his
Sergeant leaned down, stuck his small tongue out, and with its very
tip separated the forest of curly brown hairs and flicked it across
the tip.  Sgt. Miller gave a huge moan and his cock twitched.  Lost in
pleasure he reflected about the other children who'd run their tiny
tongues over his tit.  How many other small mouths he'd roughly fucked
just like Kenny's, yet they'd accepted his lap without problem and
were even suckling his tit minutes after swallowing his load.  So what
if the boy was seven years old.  He was gonna teach him right.  Maybe
take his ass tomorrow.
While Kenny had been doing his magic he'd been wondering, so he
forced himself off the squashy nipple, leaned back and looking into
the mans eyes asked in a low dutiful voice, "Sgt. Miller, what came
out of your cock Sir."
Sgt. Miller rubbing his fingers up and down Kenny's spine with one
hand, and playing with the top of this ass with the other, leaned down
and giving his Private a peck on the forehead, "That's pretty boy
cream Private.  Daddy's give mommy's pretty boy cream to make cunt's
like you for men like me to fuck with."
"Can I get some cream from my dad sir?" Kenny asked while reaching
up with one of his hands and playing with Millers chest hair.
"No Kenny, nothing from your dad for the moment.  But other men you
know will give you lots of cream."
"But how do I get it?"
Sgt. Miller leaned down and kissed the boy on the forehead again,
"Well, you must be very careful.  Not every man will give it to you.
When you see a man who you want pretty boy cream from you will know by
the looks he gives you.  If you'd known the signs, you could have had
it from the movers the other day.  You'll learn the signs soon.  Just
be careful.  And whatever you do, never tell anyone you get cream from
me, okay.
Kenny looked up at Sgt. Miller and nodded.
"Baby, there's one more thing.  I want you to find me some more
Privates.  Maybe your friend Justin and possibly you know a girl who
wants to be a Private.  They must be in kindergarten, first or second
grade okay, and want lots of pretty boy cream.  However, don't tell
them about training.  I want it to be a surprise like it was for you.
I might even let an Army buddy train them.  I know lots of Army
buddies who want to give you and your friends all the pretty boy cream
they can, okay Private."
Kenny nodded his head up and down then moved his mouth back to Sgt.
Miller's nipple.  As he took the tit in his mouth, the man thought
about all the children in the world and how easy it was to get them to
suck his tits, cock, and fuck their asses.  This was going to be a
great neighborhood to live in until the asked for a transfer in a
couple months to a new town and a new neighborhood.


A Pvt. Lesson

Kenny knew his mother was worried about him but he couldn't tell her
what happened with Sgt. Miller.  She'd noticed how red his face and
lips were when he got home and when asked about them he told her he'd
gotten into a fight but when pressed he refused to tell her with who.
 That night his dad was mad at him for fighting but thinking it was
natural for boys to fight occasionally didn't press him too hard for
the name of the boy.   The next morning when he woke his throat, neck
and shoulders hurt fierce.  His mom didn't feel a temperature but saw
his throat was all red and thought he might be coming down with the
cold.   The boy stayed in bed for a couple days nursing his soreness,
enjoying his moms and dads attention, and thinking about Sgt. Miller.
After a few days, he felt better and despite being leery of coming out
of his bedroom decided, it was okay to play inside the house.   His
parents didn't understand why he was acting so funny and decided he
missed his friend Justin and again needed pushing out the door.  After
five days, his mom had had enough and even though he'd been sick and
his muscles ached, he was underfoot and she scooted him outside.   She
did feel bad for him though as it looked like Justin wouldn't be home
for another two weeks but she knew her son would find something to do.
It was after lunch when she finally got him to go outside.  He stepped
into the front yard and looking over the white picket fence and
watched a couple cars drive up the street.   It was very hot and he
was already uncomfortable standing in the sun so slowly he opened the
gate and stepping out onto the sidewalk closed it and walked to the
shade of the elm tree in his neighbor's yard.   He sat down deciding
what he should do.  He could go see Amanda Powers but he didn't feel
like it.  Kenny looked down the sidewalk in the direction of Sgt.
Miller's house and wondered if maybe he should walk down there.   If
he went to the corner, he could peek around it or hide behind the
mailbox and see if his car was there.  It didn't mean he had to go up
to his front door and talk to him.   He only wanted to see if he was
home.
Kenny lifted himself from the grass and walked the half block to the
corner and peeking around looked the four houses down and didn't see a
car in Sgt. Miller's driveway.   Maybe he wasn't home he thought.
Still, if he walked over to look up the driveway and Sgt. Miller drove
up he might accuse him of spying and Kenny didn't want that, but he
did want to see if he was home.
The child walked towards Sgt. Miller's house and looking down the
driveway saw a truck backed into it almost to the garage.   He stood
on the sidewalk looking at it wondering what it was doing there.  It
wasn't the car he saw when he left Sgt. Miller's house a couple days
ago.   This was a big red truck with wood walls on the front and side.
 As he stood there, a big man emerged from the backyard and threw a
big clump of tree limbs into the back of the truck then returned to
the backyard.
Curiosity being genetically imposed onto the child propelled Kenny
slowly down the driveway until he was peeking around the truck so he
could watch in secret as the man emerged again from the backyard and
threw another clump of branches into the truck.   As he walked away,
Kenny noticed he didn't look like the gardeners that work in his yard.
 They were from Mexico and had black hair, mustaches, and darker skin.
  This man was taller, with brown hair, clean-shaven, and was white.
He had on sunglasses, leather gloves, jean shorts, a black t-shirt,
and black leather boots like Sgt. Miller.   He had the same haircut
and many muscles like the Sergeant so maybe he was also in the army
Kenny thought.
Deciding Sgt. Miller would be mad if he was spying; Kenny decided to
say hi and walked into the yard.  The man was towards the back using
big scissors on some bushes so Kenny sat on the porch steps and
watched.  It was very hot, and the man was sweating and his t-shirt
was very wet.   After a while, he put the scissors down and took off
his gloves, grabbed his t-shirt from the bottom, lifted it over his
head, and started to look for a place to put it down and turning,
walked to the porch to hang it on a railing and saw Kenny.
"Kid what are you doing there?" he said in a friendly tone.
"Oh, just watchin' sir."
"Do you know Sgt. Miller?" the young man said walking up to Kenny
taking off his sunglasses and wiping his face with his t-shirt then
hanging it on a wood railing.
"I saw him the other day when he moved in.  I live around the corner.
 What are you doin'?"
"I'm cleaning up the yard for the Sergeant.  Ya know, trimmin' and
taking stuff to the dump."   The young man said looking over his
shoulder motioning to the backyard with the hand holding his gloves
and sunglasses.
"Are you a gardener?"
The young man laughed, "No, I'm stationed at Ft. Hamilton.  I'm a
Private First Class and I work for Sgt. Miller.   I'm just making some
extra money doing this for the Sarge."
Kenny stood up at this news and looked up into the young man's eyes.
"You're a Private for Sgt. Miller."   He said somewhat energetically.
"Yeah kiddo, I'm in his company.  Just got assigned a couple days ago."
"Neato, Sgt. Miller is training me to be a Private.  He trained me to
salute and stand at attention, wanna see?"   Then the child saluted
many times then stood at attention.
The young man put his gloves under his arm and still holding his
sunglasses gave a few small claps and congratulated Kenny on the good
job he and Sgt. Miller were doing.
"What else he teach you kid?"  The Private said innocently enough.
Kenny looked down embarrassed.  Maybe Sgt. Miller gave all Privates
the same lesson he thought.   Did this man get the same lesson?
"About cream," Kenny said barely above a whisper.
"Did you say cream?"  The man said bending down a little.
Kenny looked up and saw the man had stood up crossing his hands across
his chest and looked into his eyes and nodded.
"Cream.  What cream?"  The young man said confused.
Kenny didn't understand why he questioned him.  "Sgt. Miller gave me his cream."
Even more confused the Private asked, "Gave you his cream.  What do
you mean?   He taught you about cream."
Kenny nodded his head, "Like Army Privates do for Sergeants.  He gave
me his pretty boy cream."
The Private was still confused not having ever given thought to sex
with a child much less a boy child.  "I don't understand kid.  Where
does Sarge get this cream?"
Kenny felt stupid.  Maybe Sgt. Miller had not taught the Private yet.
He stuck out his small hand and with a finger pointed at the Private's
crotch.
The young man unfolded his arms and looking down where the kid was
pointing was shocked.  "You mean cum.   The Sarge gave you his cum
kid?"
Kenny nodded.
"Sarge told you it was Army training."  The man said incredulously.
Again, Kenny nodded.
Surprising Kenny who was still standing on the bottom step, the young
man moved to sit on the top step forcing him to move over.   He put
his gloves and sunglasses down, took Kenny's hands in his, and looked
into the kid's eyes, "You mean Sarge harmed you.  He put his cock in
your mouth."
Kenny looking into his eyes nodded.  The man had kind eyes and seemed
genuinely concerned for him.
Private First Class Myers gaped at the kid unable to believe neither
his ears nor eyes.  How old could the kid be, maybe six or seven at
most?   No older than his younger brother Martin and Sgt. Miller had
sexually abused him.  How could he hurt this adorable boy?   He
reached his thumb up, wiped an eyelash from Kenny's cheek, and smiled
at him.
Kenny liked how this man's hand felt on his face.  How his thumb
rubbed the skin under his eye then moved down his nose and played with
its tip.   He made Kenny smile and for the first time in days, he felt
good.  This man was just as big and strong as Sgt. Miller was and
Kenny felt safe and warm.   When he took a deep breath, he could smell
his sweat, especially now when he had his arm up and his hand was
playing with his face.  Kenny leaned his face into the mans palm as
his thumb started rubbing his upper lip.
As Myers caressed Kenny's face, the man felt sadness.  He would have
killed Sgt. Miller if he ever touched his brother, but what would he
do now.   Obviously, the boy wasn't hurt but he was in need of
comforting, yet beyond what he was giving, he knew he was not in the
position to provide anything more.   Sgt. Miller was known to be one
tough son of a bitch and he'd make his life miserable if he ratted him
out.  Still, the kid was obviously having problems.
"How can I help kid?"
Until that moment, Kenny didn't think he needed help.  What did he
mean how could he help.   Kenny just liked being with him.  He smelled
good and his hand felt nice on his face.  He spoke nice to him and
Kenny liked being close to him.   Kenny wanted him to know he liked
him and that everything was okay so he moved the mans hand from his
face and moving up a step stood between his legs and kissed him on the
forehead.
Myers completely taken by surprise leaned back and the child fell onto
his chest.  As he sat up Kenny pushed tighter into his body and
slipped to his knees.   Myers tried to help Kenny stand but the boy
only ended up with his arms wrapped tightly around his waist and his
knees planted on the step.  The Private shaken by the kiss and
physical contact had a hard time managing himself and the child.
Despite the heat, Kenny held the man tight enjoying his hot steel hard
stomach smashed against his face.  Looking up into Myers eyes, he saw
confusion and wondered if he had done something wrong.  He dug his
face into the mans stomach wanting to block out the world glad he
finally had someone to hold onto.   He dug his nose into the Privates
bellybutton then impulsively stuck his tongue out and with its tip
drilled into it.  He felt Myers tense and knew immediately that he'd
done something wrong and regretted it.
Kenny hoping to persuade the man to not hate him plunged his tongue
into his stomach again and squeezed his boy body into him tightly.
Immediately the tongue was removed and when the man relaxed the boy
leaned back and looking up at him told him he was sorry.
Myers squeezed the child's shoulders, "Its okay kid.  Don't worry
about it.   It just tickled a little bit.  Now get up and go home.  I
gotta finish this before Miller gets home."
Kenny wasn't sure what he wanted.  He liked holding this man.  He
liked it when he tasted his bellybutton and he was a lot nicer than
Sgt. Miller was.   Kenny leaned into Myers stomach again and sticking
his tongue into the man's bellybutton licked again.  Myers became
dizzy but gaining some strength, he tried to push the child off him
but he was hugging him tight.
"Kid, come on, stop it, that tickles.
Kenny pretended not to hear and continued moving his tongue in and out
Myers bellybutton.  He liked this game a lot better than the ones he
played with Sgt. Miller.   This man's stomach didn't have hair on it
and tasted good.  Maybe it was okay to get cream from the man he
thought.   Sgt. Miller wasn't around and he told him that other men
would want to give him pretty boy cream so maybe this man would like
to give him some, plus he liked this man so he guessed it would be
okay.   Kenny moved his small boy lips down from the mans bellybutton
to the top of his shorts.  He moved his little hands up to the
Privates crotch, who'd finally stopped struggling.
Myers watched the kid sucking on his bellybutton in amazement.  He
stopped trying to push the kid away, leaned back on the porch, and
watched as the child kissed and licked his stomach.   He knew he'd go
to hell for what he was allowing the brat to do but he felt powerless
to stop him.  Next thing he knew the child's lips were at his
waistband and his hands were kneading his crotch.   Had the child
seduced Sgt. Miller he wondered.  However he learned, the kid was
doing an okay job.  He soon had his small hands hooked over the shorts
and was trying to yank them down much to the amusement of Myers.   The
whole situation was amusing he thought and he started to laugh a
little.  Reaching down he picked Kenny up and laid him down aside him
on the porch and moving over him stared down into the kids eyes.
Myers grabbed the kid's arms, brought them up to either side of him
pinning him down, and inspected him.  The boy was looking up at him
small, meek, yet confident.
"Am I in trouble sir?"  Kenny asked.
Myers smiled directly above him.  "No, you're not in trouble."
Kenny smiled at him and thought for a second before speaking, "Did you
like what I did?"
Myers thought about it, "Yes, it felt good, but maybe we shouldn't do
that.  Did you learn that stuff from Sgt. Miller?"
"Yes sir," Kenny answered.
Kenny lay below him small, beautiful and helpless.  Myers holding down
his arms spread out on either side of him.
"Did Sgt. Miller tell you little boys and men shouldn't do stuff like
that together and they could get in trouble if someone sees them."
Kenny nodded.
"And you still like it kid?"
Kenny nodded.
"You were trying to unbutton my jeans.  Were you trying to look at my
cock?   Maybe suck my cock and get some cream."  Myers asked.
Kenny thought for a moment.  He liked lying here trapped by the man.
He was over him, his face a foot from his face, his chest inches from
his body.  "Yes sir.  Can I make you feel good?   I like you.  I want
you to feel good."
Myers could not believe his ears.  This little boy who was maybe seven
years old-shit he didn't even want to think about it.   This little
boy wanted to suck his cock.  God, look at those lips.  Look at that
mouth.   Can my cock fit into that mouth he wondered?
"Baby, how did Sgt. Miller get his cock into that small mouth of yours?"
Kenny thought for a moment, "He pushed it in.  My mouth and neck hurt
a long time."
Oh my god Myers thought.  Sgt. Miller raped the kid.  He let go of the
kid's hands and sat up looking at Kenny lying there.   His cock was
hard as hell but he did not know if he could go through with it.  The
kid was asking to suck it and drink his cum but could he let him.
Kenny sat up and looked at the man who seemed lost.  Kenny liked him
and wished he didn't seem so upset.   He didn't like it when he upset
people.  He tried so hard to make people like him.
Myers backed up against the house and watched Kenny crawl the few
steps to him.  The kid was sure forward he thought.
Kenny got up on his haunches looking at the Army man glad to see he no
longer looked confused nor mad at him.  Leaning down and placing a
hand on his muscled thigh, he reached out his other hand and started
kneading his jean-covered crotch feeling hardness inside.  Crawling
over the mans thigh Kenny sat between his spread legs then tried to
undo the buttoned shorts.   Myers watching the child in wonder and
having scanned the yard to make sure no one was watching reached down
and unbuttoned his jeans.  Kenny reached for the zipper and pulled it
down an inch but Myers seeing him having problems again helped him and
soon his jean shorts were fully unzipped.   The man spread his shorts
like a butterfly showing his light brown pubic hair that Kenny
immediately put his boy hands on and started twisting.  He then moved
his hands down into the mans shorts feeling his hard cock then while
looking into the mans eyes leaned against his stomach and dug further
into his shorts and pulled it forward with a yank.
Myers suddenly shy and afraid of what he was doing with this child
closed his eyes hoping to block out the world and refused to help him
so Kenny had to alone maneuver the mans cock away from his body.
Having the cock free the boy sat back and looked at it.  It was not as
long as Sgt. Millers but it had a larger head on it.   He picked it up
with both hands and started moving them up and down as Sgt. Miller
made him do to his and Myers started moaning.
Kenny enjoyed sitting there moving his hands up and down on the young
man's cock watching his stomach and chest rise and fall, face move
back and forth and him moaning.   Soon lots of liquid stuff was coming
out of his piss slit that Kenny was quite curious about.  Moving a
finger up to capture some, he brought it to his lips and rubbing some
around stuck his tiny tongue out, licked them like rescuing lost ice
cream, and tasted it.
Myers sensing what the child was doing opened his eyes a crack and
watched in amazement as Kenny enjoyed his juices, then went back to
jacking his cock.   Ashamedly Myers prayed the child would lean down
and stick his cock head in his little boy mouth.  He could never lift
his hands and force the child but how he wished this kid, who was
clearly fascinated with his cock, would stay jacking him off and lean
down just a little and only kiss it.   Please god just let him kiss my
piss slit and suck up some of my pre-cum he prayed.
Kenny saw the man peeking at him knew what he was thinking and because
he had not laid a hand on him but only been a nice friend to him, he
leaned down and making a circle with his lips sucked his cock head
halfway into his mouth.   He was afraid to take more for he did not
want his mouth or neck to hurt again but he wanted this man to feel
good so he jacked his cock and moved his tongue around the mans piss
slit tasting his pre-cum working for more pretty boy cream.
Soon Myers was approaching the point of no return.  Cum was flowing
from his balls and he would erupt into the boys mouth and looking at
the brat he wondered if he should say anything.   The kid worked his
cock like a pro moving his fists up and down its full length and
pushing his mouth almost all the way onto his cock head and his tongue
doing wondrous magical things.   He closed his eyes and thought of his
girlfriend but unexpectedly could not and opened his eyes and looked
at Kenny.  How he wanted to plant his hands on the back of the
bastard's head and force his cock down his throat but he couldn't
bring himself to do it.   He felt his cum shooting up and wanting to
bellow out, but afraid the neighbors might hear, clenched his teeth
and scratching the cement porch started shooting into the child's
mouth.
Kenny felt the man's cock getting thicker and hotter.  He had not been
given the proper chance to feel Sgt. Miller's cock get ready to cum so
he did not fully understand what was happening to Myers cock.   His
cock head got harder and fatter and Kenny's mouth couldn't fit over it
fully but he kept as much in his mouth as possible and continued to
worked his tongue around it.   Then Myers legs tensed and gripped
Kenny tightly, he gave a low screech, and the boy's mouth began
filling with pretty boy cream.  Kenny started swallowing as fast as he
could but it was difficult leaning down onto the cock and sucking the
pretty boy cream up into his mouth and throat so he lost a lot running
down the cock and into his fist.   He continued the jacking and
sucking motions and swallowed as fast as he could enjoying Myers tense
slight jerking motions and muffled high-pitched sounds.   After a
while Kenny felt the mans cock getting softer and his legs relax.
Kenny lifted his hands from Myers cock and licked them clean of pretty
boy cream then leaned down to Myers cock and sticking out his boy
tongue cleaned the man of all traces of the orgasm he'd just had.
Kenny heard some clapping from behind him then, "Great show you two."
Myers immediately pushed him backwards causing Kenny to fall on his
butt and the man jumped to his feet yanking at his zipper and
buttoning his shorts.
Getting to his feet and turning around Kenny saw Sgt. Miller dressed
in his camos," I see the pussy boy came back."
Kenny felt trapped again.  He wanted to run home but his way was blocked.
"And I see you got to dump a load into that pretty boy mouth Myers."
>From behind Kenny heard, "But Sarge he came on to me.  Sorry Sarge, he
forced me.   I was minding my own business sitting here and he came up
putting his hands all over me.  The kids a real slut."
Kenny turned around and looked up at the young man hurt, but he
wouldn't look at the boy, then turned back looking at Sgt. Miller
who'd stepped closer to him.
"Let's go inside slut and I'll give you some prettier boy cream," Sgt.
Miller said starting to climb the stairs.
Kenny very hurt not understanding why Private First Class Myers had
turned on him and afraid of Sgt. Miller yelled, "No, I don't wanna,
I'm going home," and he ran around Sgt. Miller down the stairs, out of
the backyard, and down the driveway.
Sgt. Miller watched the kid run out the backyard with amusement
knowing he'd be back.  After all, even thought it had been four days,
albeit longer than he'd anticipated, the brat had come back for his
cock.   He bet it would only take one, two days at the most for the
kid to come back.  He could wait for a day or two.
Turning back, he looked at Myers and scanned the hayseed stud, "Come
on Myers, I need to dump a load so get inside."
Did Sgt. Miller expect him to suck his cock Myers thought?  "But
Sergeant, I'm no fag."
Miller snickered reaching for the sliding glass door and sliding it
open.  "I don't give a shit if you are or not Myers.   I need a mouth
and you got one so get in here, do I make my self clear Private!"
Sgt. Miller barked.
"But Sergeant?"  Myers pleaded.
Miller turned around and fixed him with a steely gaze and groping
himself, "Listen Private, either you get in here and on your knees or
I turn you in for having sex with a 6 year old boy, got it."
Myers was shocked.  Sgt. Miller also had sex with the kid.  No matter
what, it would be found out that he let the kid suck his cock and at
19, he would be ruined for life.   Fuck!  He had no options.  Myers
gave Miller a look of resignation and for the first time noticed, what
might be the look that caused the kid to be fearful of Sgt. Miller and
it caused a chill to go down his spine.   However, he had no choice so
he forced his feet forward and pressed pass his Sergeant into the
stuffy house.