Date: Fri, 11 Jun 2010 16:09:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 11 Sissyboy Scenes 11 By Beautiful Creamer Private Sissyboys One -- An unscheduled Stop Sergeant First Class Randy Rock, U.S. Army, couldn't imagine why his "Freedom Bird" was making an unscheduled stop in Spunkheim, Germany on its way back to the United States. Like many of the other 80-some men on his flight, the 34-year-old veteran of three tours in Abbadabbastan was eager to get home to his wife and kids. Ah, home! The place where he could relax and spend some time with his family -- his 33-year-old wife Emily and his two boys: 11-year-old Randy, Junior and 10-year-old Tyler. The place where he could finally empty his balls properly -- an activity sorely (and he meant "sorely") missed over the past year. After Sergeant Rock's first wartime tour, he and Emily fucked vigorously and frequently for four weeks straight before she began to complain about the difficulty of raising two boys without him. By the time he was ready to go back for tour two, he was almost glad to get away from the nagging, manipulation and emasculation and back to the far more preferable constant mortal danger. After his second tour, Sergeant Rock got in two nice weeks of ball-draining before he was "brought to justice" by Emily. The fucking wasn't as much fun as the first time either, because Emily had taken the opportunity to expand her dimensions quite a bit as her husband was away -- ballooning up by a good 35 pounds. So, maybe this time, if lucky, Sergeant Rock would get a handjob or two before his even-more-greatly-expanded wife instructed the soldier on how easy he had it in Abbadabbastan while she was slaving away scrubbing floors. Which never looked all that scrubbed to him. [sigh] Oh well. At least he wouldn't be getting shot at. Until his next tour. When he and his flightmates arrived at Spunkheim, they were greeted warmly by a very friendly man called Colonel Helpman, who told the soldiers that their five-day visit was part of three-month-old, experimental program called "Operation Yellow Ribbon." "This program," the colonel said, "is the Army's effort to not only reduce your risk of depression and post-traumatic stress disorder. It will teach you ways to avoid stress in your future. It's also a big reward for a job well done." Well, Sergeant Rock thought, that was pretty vague. But there was no time for explanations. The men were hustled inside where they were given soap, towels, and shaving gear, as well as Army-grey t-shirts, gym shorts and flip-flops. Rather than showering en masse, each soldier had a small, private bathroom and when Sergeant Rock emerged, clean and shaved, wearing the t-shirt and shorts with no underpants, he was feeling pretty good. The soldier in the hallway outside Sergeant Rock's bathroom smiled and led the sergeant to a 20-foot-square room, where he saw Colonel Helpman and the most amazing sight of his life. Eight boys. Each deliciously pretty. Each ten- to twelve-years-old. Just like his Randy, Junior and Tyler. Each wearing some modification of one or more yellow ribbons. And in most cases, little else. The most underdressed boy was wearing only a tiny yellow ribbon around his very stiff, but very small penis and a second tied around his dangling scrotum. The most "dressed" boy was wearing a yellow ribbon in his blond hair, as well as a yellow, see-through, babydoll nightie that barely covered his belly button. Leaving his stiff, obviously aching, five-inch boy whopper, clearly exposed. He was also wearing a ruffled, yellow garter belt that was attached to yellow, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings, and he was moving about quite well in yellow, three-inch-stiletto-heeled, strappy sandals. The other boys were wearing such get-ups as just yellow, stay-up, thigh-high stockings (with a pink, stay-up penis); yellow garters on each slim thigh, or good-old-fashioned, buck nakedness, with just a yellow-ribboned wristband. Huh! Sergeant Rock's first impulse was to bolt for the door. Naked boys were gay! And he wasn't gay! No one in the Army was gay, right? But the boys were all so beautiful. And so friendly. Smiling at Sergeant Rock as if he were the bike under the tree on Christmas morning. A smile he had never seen on his wife. Plus, they were all erect! So they must have liked him, right? Oh my. Were they his "big reward?" He couldn't! His wedding vows. His precious heterosexuality. Colonel Helpman was saying something..."be with us for five days. During which you will, if you wish, and I'm positive you will wish, have the loving, and I mean loving, company of five different boys. All beautiful. All volunteers. All dedicated to helping you get through this stressful time of your life as well as preparing you for the rest of your life. Sergeant, please select your first boy from these eight privates, enlisted sissyboys in the United States Sissy Corps." Huh? Five boys? Fucking them for five days? Big reward? Privates in the "U.S. Sissy Corps?" He should have hesitated. Done the research. Considered the options. But his cock was in no mood to wait. "I'll take that one, sir," Sergeant Rock said, pointing at the boy in the babydoll, stockings, garterbelt and heels." And so it began. Two -- "That one" Private Tommy Lovebone, U.S. Sissy Corps, was delighted that Sergeant Rock selected him first. The little doll and his friend Leslie were in a friendly competition about earliest selection, though that time, Tommy enjoyed an unfair advantage. The ones who still think they're hetero usually go for the femmiest- dressed first. But Tommy had also been selected first when he was wearing only clear lip gloss and a yellow ribbon tied around his neck with a tiny bow. Tommy was a scorcher. Three months earlier, Tommy was just an ordinary fifth-grader at Roughrider Elementary School in Pinkbum, Wisconsin. When they had that assembly where the man in the green uniform asked the ten-year-old boys who really cared about their country and all those hands shot up. Later, the man, who, Tommy later found out, was Colonel Helpman, interviewed only a few of the "boy patriots" -- the prettiest seven or eight -- and after the man told the boys exactly what would be expected of them, only Tommy and his friend Leslie agreed to attend "basic training." Which involved Tommy and Leslie accompanying Colonel Helpman to a hotel room where he stripped them both naked, told them how beautiful they were, then "kissed them all over" their pretty bodies to judge their reactions. Tommy "shot his stuff" when Colonel Helpman slid his finger into his tight bottomhole as he kissed Tommy's stiff peener. Leslie "creamed himself" when Colonel Helpman "licked his heinie hole" as he pulled the sweet boy's foreskin back and forth. Then it was Colonel Helpman's turn for big fun. Under the Colonel's loving direction, Tommy French-kissed the man as Leslie sucked Colonel Helpman's enormous cock. Then, as the Colonel got "close," Leslie licked the officer's balls as Tommy "capped the knob" with his sweet mouth. Oh dear. The man made such a creamy mess all over those innocent boys! Basic training was great fun! Especially when, over the next three hours, Colonel Helpman prepared and penetrated both boys' virginal boyholes. Leaving "major squishies" as a souvenir of their military inductions. It was quite easy to get the boys' parents to agree to their enlistment -- no income taxes for the boys or their parents for ten years -- $10,000 a month "patriotism pay." A small price to pay for helping our military stay ready. Private Tommy and Private Leslie became valued team members the day they arrived at their duty station -- graciously and gratefully submitting to every disgusting, sexual need that our men in uniform demanded of them. The morning that he was preparing to meet the group that included Sergeant Rock, Tommy stepped out of the shower and patted himself dry. His room's private bathroom was filled with mirrors -- much to Tommy's delight. Tommy loved looking at his angelic body. Beautiful, blond, longish hair framing a face to go to war over. Full, pouty lips. Huge, ice-blue eyes. Brown, erect, oversized nipples that almost suggested that breast milk lay within. Slim, wide hips that foreshadowed a derriere to die for. Broad and plump pillows of lust. Pink, perfect feet with toes that pleaded to be kissed. And mamma mia -- Tommy's "boy's things" were incomparable. Tommy had a whopper for a boy his age -- 5.23 inches long, though thin and pretty. With a pink, slightly wrinkled scrotum that held his pretty pearls ready to be pelted by men's ardent kisses. Tommy was the perfect prickpleaser. He knew it. He was delighted by it. He was proud of it. That morning his "pussy" was a bit sorer than usual, having spent the past 24 hours in the excellent company of Captain Leon Grunt, U.S. Marine Corps. Captain Leon liked Private Tommy very much and his 8.27-inch, ebony-black cock took Tommy to planets he didn't know existed. Would Tommy be getting another "astronomy lesson" from someone on the plane coming in that day? He certainly hoped so. Tommy wasn't too fond of the Army's system that only allowed boys to be with one man for a maximum of 24 hours. The men didn't like it either. Though everyone saw the logic. Boys and men would be falling in love -- leading to jealous brawls, AWOLs and other actions prejudicial to good order and discipline. Still... He would have loved a couple more opportunities to see if he could get Captain Grunt's monster "angry" by licking the man's nasty bottomhole. [Sigh] That day, Tommy was given full yellow lingerie to wear -- dress was rotated at random. Tommy had to admit that he enjoyed wearing it, though he was just as comfortable "meeting people" naked but for a yellow ribbon around one ankle. Since he was "femming up" that day, Tommy was supposed to do it up properly. The young beauty shaved his legs -- hardly necessary, but great for the mood. Then he rubbed lotion on the freshly-shaved legs and scented powder on his tummy, back, bottom and "privates." Then, and this was the tough thing to do without spunking, Tommy rolled each yellow, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stocking into a doughnut and slowly slid it up each silky, sensitive leg. Oh. That felt good! Not as good as Captain Grunt's cock in his ravaged bottom. But good. Tommy hooked each stocking onto his ruffled, yellow garter belt and paused to admire himself. Which also erected his narcissistic nipples and narcissistic penis. With good reason. Tommy was flaming hot. The yellow, see-through babydoll slid on next, followed by some hair-fluffing and a bit of clear lip gloss, applied carefully. Tommy stepped into his yellow heeled stiletto sandals and pronounced himself scrumptious. Oh. Look at the time! Formation in ten minutes. Tommy decided to walk to formation in his heels, rather than carry them. A decision that made his bottom sway invitingly and drew several wolf-whistles from some of the soldiers who worked at Spunkheim full time. Some of whom Tommy had favored with his company on his rare days off. So many men. So few truly gorgeous boys. At the formation, as we know, Sergeant Rock selected Private Tommy. And so it began. Three -- Private Matters Besides being delighted at having been selected first. Tommy was delighted to be spending the next 24 hours with Sergeant Rock. An obvious "heterophile." They were always the most fun. Making the transition from, "May I see it?" to "May I touch it?" to "May I suck it?" in good order. They really didn't know how to make love to a randy, anally-needy boy, so they fell back on their patterns with women. Chatting up a bit. Praise for beauty. Some attention to the boobs. Kissing for a bit. Then an all-out effort to get the panties off. Tommy had left his panties in his room. And he wasn't putting them on. Tommy led Sergeant Rock to his room, which was where an "Operation Yellow Ribbon" boy always "entertained." There was a panic device in there that responded to a certain word in Tommy's voice by sending in a SWAT team to protect the boy. No USSC private had yet needed such a rescue. As Sergeant Rock entered Tommy's room, he was pretty sure that Rock was the one who would need protecting. He was scared half to death. How do I do this? What does he like? What do I like? Sergeant Rock needn't have worried. Tommy liked it all. Sergeant Rock sat in the room's only easy chair and thought about his first move. Maybe Tommy could help get things rolling. He stuck out his bottom lip in a soft pout and asked, "Don't you like me, sir?" Sergeant Rock's heart ached. "Of course I like you, Sweetheart. But don't call me `sir.' I'm not an officer. I work for a living." Tommy smiled and moved closer. "But I have to call you sir. You're my master today. We can do anything you want. May I sit on your lap while we decide what you want?" Being of sound mind, Sergeant Rock agreed to that offer. The sweet boy settled into a cuddle on Sergeant Rock's lumpy lap. He gave the man's hard, aching cock a brief caress and said, "You do like me!" Sergeant Rock liked the boy all right. Liked him too much. The man and his cock, AKA "Man's True Best Friend," needed the boy frantically. Just one more moment to suppress that stupid conscience. Get back in there, Conscience. And stay there until I tell you to come out. Uhh! I said "STAY!" Good boy. OK. Now where was I? Oh, yes. Sergeant Rock kissed Private Tommy right on his deliciously unmilitary mouth. Soft, slightly wet lips! Was that lip gloss? Tommy's body was in full surrender to the man's eager id. Sergeant Rock felt Tommy's white flag gloriously raised. The hill was taken. Time for the looting and pillaging. Tommy was ready to be pillaged. As Tommy predicted, Sergeant Rock went for the boy's "titties" first. The man slid his massive paw under the wispy, yellow babydoll and, as they tongue-kissed hungrily, Sergeant Rock rolled a sissy nipple between his fingers. Tommy moaned with genuine pleasure. Which delighted Sergeant Rock. He was actually pleasing his sex partner. Who was fully committed to both his own and Sergeant Rock's inevitable orgasms. Great sex without bullshit. What a concept! Tommy didn't resist when Sergeant Rock took his yellow babydoll off. He didn't resist anything. He even helped Sergeant Rock take his own t-shirt off. And gasped and blushed when he saw the man's hairy chest. So there they were. Both naked from the waist up. Sergeant Rock still in gym shorts. Private Tommy in his yellow seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings and garter belt, having kicked off his stiletto sandals. Sergeant Rock's bothersome commitment to heterosexuality beat a hasty retreat. "Let's lie on the bed, Sweetheart," the man proposed. Tommy gave his man the cutest nod of assent, even biting his lower lip. Then rose from Sergeant Rock's lap. Rock stood and removed his shorts. Displaying "The Beast" to Tommy for the first time. Oh my! Tommy was in for another sore morning after! Sergeant Rock's was bigger than Captain Grunt's whopper! And thicker. How could that woman person who bred his children resist him? Randy, Junior and Tyler were in for some fun times, Tommy thought. Oh, yes. Tommy knew all about Sergeant Rock's pretty sons. USSC privates received a full dossier on each man who may select them. The men who were chosen for Operation Yellow Ribbon were those who could benefit from it most. And access to great boypussy when they were home was a key criterion. Tommy gazed at the instrument of his imminent anal destruction with wonder and admiration. Sergeant Rock noticed. Was there anything not to like about all this? Sergeant Rock didn't think so. Tommy wondered idly whether the Army would start issuing the Sissy Corps privates those new "boypons" that Sissy Boy Enterprises had developed. After a night (and day) of serial intercourse with a "big man," a boy needed a boypon in his pussy to prevent messy panties. Though many thought that the sight of a boy's pussy drooling his man's cum was an image to treasure. Sergeant Rock lay on his back on Tommy's bed. Tommy lay on his back, to his man's left. Gazing into each other's eyes. Lustily. Sergeant Rock leaned forward and kissed the boy's wet, warm lips. And, for the first time, touched Tommy's cock. It was nice and stiff. With emphasis on the nice. It was pink and pretty and throbbed so sweetly in Sergeant Rock's hand that he sighed as he tongue-kissed the new love of his life. Rock was unsure of how to proceed. Clearly, ass-fucking this little angel was out of the question. It would kill the boy! Tommy was probably a virgin "back there" anyway. So maybe they would just kiss and wank each other to a couple of nice spunks. Maybe Tommy would even, if it wasn't too icky for the boy, put Sergeant Rock's cockhead into that pretty mouth and lick it for a while. Tommy broke the kiss and asked, "Would you like to fuck me, sir? I only ask because you probably don't think you can. But you can...I mean we can...[blush]...fuck." Had Tommy asked that in the manner of a hooker luring a client into a seedy hotel, Sergeant Rock would have rejected the offer and reconsidered what he was doing. But Tommy asked it "informationally." As if he were offering a service beyond the guest's expectations. He asked so sweetly and ingenuously that Sergeant Rock's cheeks got very hot and his cock twitched. Rock smiled and said, "That would be very nice, Tommy. I'd like nothing better. But how...?" Tommy smiled as if Daddy had just promised a trip to Disneyland. He hugged and kissed Sergeant Rock and, for the first time, laid his hand on the man's bare cock. "I'd better `relax' you first, sir," Tommy said. "If we `do it' first, you'll be too excited and you may `lose things' before you can get inside me." Logical. Sergeant Rock was thinking of the sweet prospect of being "inside" Tommy as he watched the boy kneel at his side, lean over, aim the man's cock at his boyish lips and cap the knob with his mouth. Sweet monkeys, that was good! Sergeant Rock loved everything about the best blowjob of his life. He loved the way Tommy could barely get the entire knob into his tiny mouth. He loved Tommy's sweet grunts and moans of pleasure as he pleased his man. He loved the way Tommy cuddled his man's fat, hairy balls as he sucked, licked and kissed his man's aching cock. Sergeant Rock especially loved his orgasm. Which rivaled the Manhattan Project atomic bombs in its intensity. Not just the best he's had in a year. He couldn't remember a more debilitating orgasm in his life. Normally, after such a spermstorm, Sergeant Rock would have gone to sleep. Since a second go-round with Emily was always out of the question. But hey, they had only just begun. He would even fuck the boy. Once he could regain his full virility. How long was that supposed to take, anyway? What should he do with the boy while they were waiting? Tommy was so beautiful. And so good to his man. His own "pink prince" was standing tall, as it had been since they had met. Sergeant Rock knew how being erect for a long period without fulfillment felt. Ouch. Should he...? Tommy was looking at his man with those pretty, blue eyes. His lips and chin were coated with his man's cum. Sergeant Rock had never seen anything as beautiful. Something else was looking at Sergeant Rock too. Tommy's cock. The drooling peelips were staring at the older stud. Should he...? He did. Sergeant Rock grasped Private Tommy's bottom cheeks and drew the boy over to him. "Straddle my chest, baby, and feed me your cock." Tommy smiled happily and hustled to comply. Tommy knelt astride his man's hairy chest and slid his sore, needy cock between Sergeant Rock's lips. In the end, they all surrender to me, Tommy thought as he slowly pushed and pulled his cock in and out of the manly man's mouth. Mutual surrender is a very bad military tactic. Except in Operation Yellow Ribbon. When Sergeant Rock awoke that morning, little did he suspect that he would be naked, on his back, with a deliciously beautiful sissyboy who was dressed only in yellow stockings and garter belt, sucking said sissyboy's cock. And loving every picosecond of it. The boy was able to hold back his hot cream for only a few minutes. When he spunked into Sergeant Rock's mouth, it was no sissy load. Sergeant Rock was startled by the cream volume. And heat. And taste. Not bad! Best of all, it was clear that Rock had made Tommy VERY happy. Which is perhaps the most exciting part of sex. Man and boy enjoyed a long session of cummy kisses until Tommy noticed that his paramour's penis had regained its vigor. So he proposed progress. "I have some stuff that will make it easier for us to make love, sir. It's called Spermbutt anal lubricant. You put it on your big `thing' and you put it on your fingers and use them to get me wet and dilated. I mean, if that's OK. I can do that part to myself. If you think that's too icky." Sergeant Rock wanted to be as manly as possible. So he said, "I'd love to do that for you, Honey." Though he did, at that moment of his life, believe that putting his fingers into someone else's asshole was, well, "icky." How wrong he was. Sergeant Rock's fingers in Tommy's hot hole seemed to transform the boy. He evolved from civilly randy to frantic to be fucked. Especially when, based on Tommy's navigation narrative, Rock found the boy's prostate and watched in wonder as rubbing it drove the boy half insane. Everything, and Sergeant Rock meant everything, about boyfucking seemed to be better than womanfucking. Though Tommy was in full lather, Rock didn't withdraw. He wanted to see if he could make Tommy cum just from fingering his prostate. Mission accomplished. Accompanied by a horror-movie-worthy scream. Wow. Tommy pelted his man with grateful kisses, then slid three pillows under his stomach and presented himself for buggering. Sergeant Rock knelt behind the boy, wondered whether the Laws of the Universe would allow his massive cock to enter that small, but ultra-sexy space. He lined up his sword with Tommy's scabbard and pushed. The knob and three inches slid in easily. For Sergeant Rock. Tommy gasped and felt cold sweat at his temples. "Just give me a minute, please, sir. It's so big and hot and hard." Exactly what a man longs to hear. He waited. Until Tommy grunted for more cock. Sergeant Rock pushed again and was balls deep. Tommy gave the cutest scream of agony, but other than that, there were no fatalities. They fucked. Zowie! Leagues better than any previous fuck in Sergeant Rock's life. Hottest. Tightest. Most appreciated. The fiercest orgasm recorded on the surface of the earth. And there were 21 hours left with Tommy. Tommy had one duty to be fulfilled. He considered fucking fun, not duty. And when they had recovered their spirits from the nether world, Tommy fulfilled his duty. "I have to show you this, sir," Tommy said. "Then we can go back to doing ANYTHING you want. OK?" Sergeant Rock would have agreed with Tommy if he had said that Saddam Hussein masterminded 9/11. Or something equally preposterous. Was the boy setting up a video? Rock hadn't even noticed that the room had a TV. Tommy pushed several buttons, then got back into bed with a remote and cuddled with his man. Rock noticed that Tommy had lost the garter belt and stockings and was totally naked. Good. They didn't need any more girlie "crutches." Tommy pushed the play button and a video began. A video that got Sergeant Rock's full attention. "Hi, Daddy" was the first sound on the video. Which was logical, since it was said by 11-year-old Randy Rock, Jr. and 10-year-old Tyler Rock. The boys had appeared on their Daddy's laptop often over the past year, but this was different. The boys were in some hotel room bed. NAKED!!! And that's not all, folks. Each boy had a limp, drooly cock and a nice-sized lake of boy's cream surrounding his beautiful belly button. Sergeant Rock was outraged. Thank goodness Private Tommy was there to soothe him. Tommy paused the video, stroked his lover du jour's cock sweetly and said, "It's all right, sir. Really. Listen to the whole thing and you'll be happy. I promise." That calmed the indignant, outraged NCO down a smidge. As nice cock-stroking and sweet kisses will do for most of us. Rock lay back. And winced with pleasure as Tommy took Rock's penis into his mouth. And restarted the video. Randy, Jr. said, "I guess you're wondering how Tyler and I are in here in this hotel room, naked, with our boy's cream all over us." "Yeah, Daddy," Tyler said. "I guess you're wondering. It all started a week..." "It all started a week ago, Daddy," Randy, Jr. asserted over his brother. "Those men from post housing came to the house and took Mom one way and us another." Rock was rapt. "It was cause of Uncle Jodie and that new regulation," Tyler butted in. "That Jodie guy wasn't our uncle, Tyler. Even though Mom told us to call him that. He and Mom were `doing things' they shouldn't have done while Daddy was in Abbadabbastan. There's a new Army regulation Daddy that any woman who cheats on her husband while he's in combat gets arrested. And her slicky boy too. Plus, if the soldier wants it, he gets a divorce and the kids and all the married people's money. Something about Operation Yellow Ribbon and PTS-something-or-other and taking real care of soldiers." Rack was stunned. He could divorce Emily. Who had cheated on him with that Jodie scum. And keep his boys. Wow! "And that's not all, Daddy," Tyler said. "Two of those nice Army men from Operation Yellow Ribbon..." "...taught us stuff that would make you happy when you came home," Randy, Jr. said. "And for a long time after. We stayed in this hotel room for a week and played `naked games.' They were the best games ever! We want to play them with you when you get home next week. Whenever you want and whatever games you want. One game they didn't teach us was the `fucking game,' they saved that one for you to teach us. But all the games ended really great and everyone won every game." "Yeah, Daddy," Tyler said. "And our friends at school know those games too now. So if you want to play games with them, we'll get you together with them." Rock couldn't shut his mouth. It was the single most stunning moment of his life. No more cheating, miserable wife. Custody of his two beautiful boys who ached for the parental cock. The Army truly did take care of its own. And it only took them 235 years to figure out how to do that. "Bye, Daddy," Randy, Jr. said. "The nice Army men are going to lick our tummies clean, then put their fingers into our bottoms until we make more of that creamy stuff. Hurry home, Daddy!" [Fade to black] Sergeant First Class Randy Rock, United States Army did the only thing a man in his situation could do. He shuddered with lust and shot six creamy ropes of sperm into the sweet mouth of Private Tommy Lovebone, United States Sissy Corps, and all over the boy's magnificent face. No PTSD for that soldier. He could look to the future with real optimism. Especially the immediate future. To be spent with Private Tommy. A shining example of the finest traditions of the United States Sissy Corps and its motto: "Men love our privates." I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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