Date: Wed, 5 Oct 2005 19:28:39 -0700 From: towheadboy lover 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.