Sissy Scouts Ch. 01

The Sissy-Scouts - 1 (MM, Sissy)

Summary - The Sissy-Scouts are having a membership drive!

Note - This is a work of fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone unprotected sex in real life. It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a fantasy into reality can destroy lives. Don't be a dick with other people's lives!

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Lewis couldn't help but notice the commotion. Just ahead of him, on the street corner, two girls were handing out pamphlets to passersby. They were drawing quite a crowd too. He thought it was an odd place to be doing business; the corner was right on top of an active construction site. A chain link fence was partially blocking off a building renovation and there was dust, gravel, construction equipment, and portable toilets nearby; two blue ones, and sitting off to the side, a pink one. There were quite a few big, burly and filthy construction workers walking around too; carrying their large tools and wearing hard-hats. Certainly not a place for young ladies!

The girls were dressed very provocatively and Lewis hoped the construction workers were not being too vulgar to the innocent young ladies. Construction men, he knew, had a well earned reputation for sexual foulness and intimidation. As if right on cue, he heard a big man yell, "Hey, sugar-tits! I only have a half hour lunch break; can you blow me in my truck while I eat?"

'What pigs they are!' Lewis thought, 'And what humiliation these poor girls are being forced to endure!'

However, he was stunned to hear one of the girls happily yell back, "Sure I can!"

Amazed, he started walking faster, anxious to find out what was going on. Right away, he noticed the two girls (one blonde, the other a redhead) deserved the attention they were getting. They were both attractive and sexy, but oh, how they were dressed!

They wore matching pink outfits; almost like a military uniform; no - more like the boy scouts or the girl scouts - but way more sexy. Pink berets and pink button shirts tied below their nearly exposed braless breasts; very short pink and white pleated skirts, pink tennis shoes, white fishnet stockings, and, what was that? Matching pink kneepads? Both girls were wearing wide sashes - from their soft, sexy shoulders to their round hips - and the sashes were adorned with various badges. As he got closer, he saw that their uniforms were very clean, but their kneepads were scratched, scarred and well used. 'Hmm, maybe they are on their knees cleaning, or maybe laying floor tile at the construction site? That must be it! Cool uniforms though, I'd hire them,' he thought.

Just then, one of the doors on the portable toilets banged open - the pink one. He saw another uniformed girl exiting the toilet - a brunette. She was beautiful as well, tossing her hair and licking her shining lips. As he stared, a man also exited the very same toilet, tucking in his shirt and grinning wickedly! 'Strange', Lewis thought. As the door closed behind the man, Lewis noticed an 'out of order' sign on the door. 'Even stranger...' he thought, 'something weird is going on...'

"Trixie! When is it going to be my turn?" one of the two girls yelled to the dark haired young lady exiting the toilet.

"Just one more, then you can have a turn, Stephanie! I promise!"

"You're a lying slut!" Stephanie yelled back, her long blonde hair whipping around her neck.

Lewis was very close now and stopped to watch. The girls continued to hand out flyers and talking with any man that would listen to them. 'Trixie' seemed to be enamored by the workers on the other side of the fence. He was shocked by the three girl's flirty, sexual speech; he could hear them plainly now, calling out to the passing men.

"Hello, sir, do you like blow-jobs?" Stephanie, the blonde one, asked a young, slender man. She quickly followed up by asking, "Giving or getting?"

The redhead approached another nerdy looking shorter man and asked, "Hi, we are recruiting for the Sissy-Scouts, do you like cock?"

Trixie, the brunette seemed to be ignoring the smaller men and placed herself right in the path of a tall, well dressed business man. "Hi, stud, you look like you have a big cock, do you have what it takes to become a Sissy-Scout-Sponsor?"

"Complimentary blow-jobs for everyone this Saturday! Alpha-Precertification blowjobs today!" one of the girls yelled.

Some men stopped to listen; some men kept walking (but they sheepishly took a flyer), and some simply walked away (especially those with their wives and/or girlfriends).

"My number's on the back! Call me if you change your mind or just need your dick sucked! Remember, Sissy-Scouts suck the best!" The girls were blowing exaggerated kisses to all the men, pursing their red lips, swishing their arms, sticking out their chests and wiggling their asses.

'The Sissy-Scouts!' Lewis had heard of them! The group had started in San Francisco a few years ago and became notorious for challenging the state's obscenity law. They had been arrested after publicly offering free sex and took their case all the way to the Supreme Court. The court ruled that banning their sexual solicitations was unconstitutional and thus allowed, citing the constitutional right of the 'Pursuit of Happiness' and the first amendment's freedom of speech ('since no payment was requested or received.' See Sissy-Scouts v. California 696, U.S.

69 (2025)). Since that landmark ruling, local Sissy-Scout groups were popping up all over the country! 'But, the stories said the Sissy-Scouts were men, these sexy girls couldn't be men!' Lewis thought.

The blonde girl named Stephanie noticed Lewis standing nearby and quickly approached him, smiling and skipping happily.

"Excuse me sir," Stephanie asked him. "Do you like blowjobs?" She batted her pretty blue eyes at him and made sure he got an eyeful of her overflowing cleavage.

"What?" Lewis said, confusedly, "Really? You are asking me this right on the street?" Then, wanting to appear more masculine than he actually was, he lowered his voice and tried to act gruff and perturbed, "Of course I like blowjobs. All guys like blowjobs."

Stephanie looked him up and down. Lewis was slender and cute, but bit effeminate. "Giving or getting?" she asked smiling, patiently waiting for his answer.

"What?"

"Do you like cock?" she asked, conspiratorially. "Have you ever dreamed of becoming a sissy- boi-cock-sucker?"

Lewis was stunned and confused. Of course he had admired large, hard cocks 'occasionally' when watching porn (they were much larger than his smaller penis), and, he had imagined himself, at least once or twice, sucking one of those nice, long, hard cocks like the ladies in the movies. It was only natural, right? Every man does it, he was sure.

Stephanie quickly handed him a flyer, seeing his hesitation. "We are with the Sissy-Scouts!" she said proudly, "We are starting some new Slut-Squads in your town and are recruiting members."

"Slut-Squads?" Lewis asked, confused, and trying very hard not to look at her nearly exposed breasts.

"Yes, 'Sissy-Scout-Slut-Squads,' that is the name of our local Sissy groups!" she replied happily. "We could really use your help!"

"I see, yes..., But, well, I..., how could I...?" Lewis stammered.

"Did you know that each day, thousands of hard cocks and cum filled balls in this city are being neglected?" She didn't wait for an answer. "There are many Alpha-Males being forced to jerk- off, all alone, without having a nice warm mouth or ass to shoot into? Men are filling tissues with cum, only to have it flushed down the toilet!" Stephanie's lower lip was quivering and she looked like she was about to cry thinking about it.

"Well, no, I didn't..., I'm sure that's awful!" Lewis was so confused. He remembered all the times he had to jerk his dick all alone; he never had a girlfriend. 'It did seem wasteful and lonely,' he thought, 'but, hold on! Did she think he should join the Sissy-Scouts?' Even though he had fantasized about sucking cock a few times (didn't all men?), he was still a pretty macho guy! He decided he should find out more about the Sissy-Scouts.

"What do the Sissy-Scouts do?" Lewis asked, puffing up his non-existent chest. He was strangely curious.

"Tammie," Stephanie yelled to her friend, "he wants to know what Sissy-Scouts do!" Stephanie was quickly joined by her friend, who immediately recognized a potential new member. The third girl, Trixie, had ducked back into the toilet, joined by the tall man in the business suit.

Stephanie and Tammie stood shoulder to shoulder and repeated a well-rehearsed speech. "Sissy- Scouts are effeminate beta-males who dedicate their lives to sexually satisfying Alpha-Men. They come from all backgrounds; weaklings, fem-bois, cuckolds, limp-dicks, faggots, and cross- dressers, who realize that pleasuring 'real' men is their true calling in life. Sissy-Scouts would rather suck a dick than have their own little dicklets sucked; Sissy-Scouts would rather be fucked than fuck; Sissy-Scouts receive pleasure from giving pleasure!"

"Well I don't know about all this...," Lewis began. However, he felt his own little cock lurch in his pants a bit, just thinking about it.

"It doesn't cost you anything," she said, and then mumbled quickly and softly, "besides your membership dues and uniform costs...," She raised her voice, "And, we have an annual fund- raising drive, to help us pay for training materials, condoms, lube, sex toys, hormones and plastic surgery; everything you need to become a sexy, slutty sissy, just like us!"

The two sissies twirled around for him, their skirts raising up and showing off their sexy, pink panties. They then stuck out their asses and showed off their tits.

"We think you would be a great Sissy-Scout," Stephanie said, leaning in close to him. He stared at her breasts and inhaled her perfume. Tammie nodded her head enthusiastically, her huge breasts jiggling. "Don't you want to become part of our 'slut'? We can hang out and do all kinds of stuff together, it will be fun!"

"Your 'slut'?" he asked, "I thought it was call as 'Slut-Squad'?" Lewis was eager to learn more.

"Well, our official Sissy-Scout groups are called 'Slut-Squads,' but, a group of us sissies just hanging out together is called a 'slut.' You never heard of 'slut of sissies'? Like a 'pride of lions,' a 'gaggle of geese?' I bet you never heard of an 'engorgement of Alphas' either!"

"An 'engorgement of Alphas?' A 'slut of sissies?' Yes that makes perfect sense, but, me? Join your 'slut'? Hmmm, it sounds intriguing, that's for sure," Lewis admitted. He would love to spend his free time hanging out with these two beauties!

"Yay!" both girls shouted. "Join our Slut! Join our Slut!" they began to chant. The girls surrounded Lewis, hugged him tightly and began bouncing up and down. He looked at their exquisite breasts, and somehow remembered they were actually men, like him. 'Wow,' he thought to himself, 'They are so sexy, I wish I had a pair of tits like that...' He started to sport a boner; this was very exciting!

Stephanie noticed another potential member. An effeminate male with long hair was coming towards them, "Go get him Tammie!" she ordered. Tammie left, quickly. "Listen, we have to go!" Stephanie said, "What is your name, sweetheart?"

"Lewis," Lewis said.

"Lewis, make sure to keep my flyer and come to our regional get-together this Saturday, promise?" She batted her eyelashes. "All you have to do is hang out and watch a video. My phone number is on the back, if you have any questions. I'm Stephanie, by the way, remember to mention my name at the door, OK? The Sissy-Scout with the most recruits gets a prize! Oh, and free food and a blow-job just for attending, even if you don't join! See you then, Lewis!"

The girls left him standing there, stunned, with the flyer in his hand. He could hear them talking to their next mark. He turned to watch, forgetting that he was going to be late for work. He decided to watch them for a while and try to learn a bit more.

"Excuse me sir, do you like blowjobs?" Stephanie said to a tall, well built, confidant man. The man paused, intrigued but irritated.

"Yes, of course," he said to her. "Don't be stupid." The man looked her up and down, not caring if she noticed him staring at her tits. 'Typical blond bimbo, slut,' he thought to himself. 'She needs a hard cock in her mouth. That would shut her up.'

"Giving or getting?"

"What? Are you asking if I prefer giving or getting a blowjob? Getting, of course!" He was getting angry. "Look, either suck my dick, bitch, or get out of my way!" Stephanie smiled, staring at the thick bulge in his trousers.

"Excellent answer, sir! I beg your pardon for being so forward! We are the Sissy-Scouts and we are having a membership drive. We are looking for new Sissy-Scouts and Alpha-Male-Sponsors. We are giving complimentary blow-jobs to any potential Sponsors who will pre-register with us today!"

"What's the catch, do you only suck big dicks, it that it? I suppose I will have to pay a membership fee before you'll suck me off, right?" he asked. He did not like being taken advantage of. Then, he heard one of the bathroom doors bang loudly. He looked toward the sound and noticed another pink clad Sissy-Scout stepping out of a pink, public toilet, licking her shining, cum covered lips. Trixie gave a 'thumbs up' to her friends and the tall man left smiling and adjusting his still firm cock. He walked away, reading one of their flyers.

"Oh no sir! 'A Sissy-Scout never discriminates against any race, religion, creed or cock-size.' All men are welcome. A hard cock in need of sexual release all we care about - it is all part of our sissy pledge. And, being a sponsor is totally free!

"If I may, sir, you appear to be an Alpha-Male. The sissy scouts are looking for men like yourself to join our organization as sponsors. If you join, you will get blowjobs for life (as long as you can still get it up), and, as I said, being a sponsor is free, but there are minimal requirements. Can I ask a personal question, sir, is your cock seven or more inches in length, hard?"

"Well, yes, it is, and very thick too, as a matter of fact." He smiled at Stephanie's obvious joy and winked at her.

"Oh! ... Great! ... Super!" Stephanie gushed. "Can I ask your name, sir?"

"Dirk."

"Come with me, please, Dirk, I'd be happy to pre-register you as a potential sponsor and give you your complimentary blowjob right now. We have measuring tools in our office!" She took him by the hand and let him towards the 'out of order' bathroom. "My turn now Trixie, get your ass back on the street!" she yelled to her friend who was flirting with the construction workers thru the fence.

"So, you and your friends are Sissy-Scouts, eh?" Dirk asked, walking to the toilet.

"Yes, sir!" she replied.

"You girls are too hot to be men." He looked her over carefully, from her cute face, large breasts and shapely hips.

"Oh, we are not men!" she replied. "We are sissies," she said matter-of-factly, as if that explained everything.

"Still, you look hot."

"Thank you. 'A sissy scout is always pretty, perfect, promiscuous and prepared,'" she said, "It is part of our pledge! Come on in! Let's get you certified!"

As the door closed behind them, Dirk noticed how clean the stall was. They certainly were prepared. The toilet was unused and smelled fresh. It was actually sparkling. There was a small sink, towels and an air freshener. Near the toilet, on the bench, was a measuring tape, small beaker and a clip-board, listing the results all of the Alpha males applicants that had been pre- certified that day. A white board hung on a wall opposite the urinal. At the top was written, "Blowjobs", across the side, was written,"Trixie", "Tammie" and "Stephanie". Trixie had five marks, Tammie and Stephanie had only three each.

He indicated the chart and asked. "Which one are you?"

"I'm Stephanie," she said, blushing.

"Better get busy, Stephanie, Trixie is winning."

"I know, but she is such a fucking slut! She cheats too! It was supposed to be my turn! Just because she..." Stephanie stopped, remembering her vows. She shrugged and smiled. "It is all good. There is plenty of cock for all of us Sissies!" She smiled at Dirk. "Besides, we just started. It is still early." She winked.

Stephanie locked the door and continued. "If you qualify and agree to become an Alpha-Sponsor, all you have to do is commit to attending, or hosting, at least one training session a month to teach our newest Sissy-Scouts how to pleasure an Alpha. You can do more sessions of course; it is entirely up to you!"

Stephanie dropped to her pink kneepads and began to undo Dirk's belt and zipper. "For volunteering your time and your penis, you get 'priority suck-and-fucks' for life. Some Alphas really enjoy training recruits and get satisfaction from the positive influences they have on our newest Sissy-Scouts," she continued, "Once you have them trained exactly how you want them, you can always ask for their services again and again."

She pulled down Dirk's pants and underwear, pausing to admire his long, thick, but still flaccid, cock. "Some Alphas like to train new recruits just because they like pounding tight, virgin assholes," she added before gripping his shaft and wrapping her lips expertly around Dirk's cock-head. She worked her tongue around his glans and ticked his frenulum, then sucked him deep. His cock began to swell in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, sliding her wet lips over the ridge on his cockhead. Her teeth never touched him. Her blonde hair swayed back and forth as she bounced her head on his cock. She tickled his nut sack and deep throated his shaft.

"Hmm, you are a pretty good cock-sucker!" Dirk admitted, arching his back and pushing his hips forward. "Ahhh, nice!" Dirk loved getting blowjobs.

Stephanie continued to suck and slurp until he was fully hard and throbbing. She took her lips off with a 'pop'. "Thank you, Dirk," she finally said, knowing that 'servicing a cock is more

important than acknowledging a complement.' She admired his manhood. His cock-head was a deep-red color, wide and flared. His shaft was long and thick, bulging with purple veins. His ball sack was very large and very heavy.

"Let's hurry up and get you certified. With this gorgeous cock, you can certainly become an Alpha-Sponsor, if you want to. And, I hope you'll want to, Dirk," she said demurely. "I still have to categorize you and your dick though." She took the measuring tape and measured the length of his ridged shaft. "I knew it! Almost ten inches! You definitely qualify as a 'Gold Sponsor!'" Stephanie said excitedly. She then wrapped the tape around the thickest part of his erection - the flared ridge of his cockhead. "And, nearly six and a half inches thick! A Gold-Elite! Perfect!"

"Is that good?" he asked, knowing it was, but he enjoyed listening to her talk so excitedly about his long, thick, cock.

"Oh, yes, it is very good! We Sissy-Scouts will be standing in line for the privilege of sucking your fabulous cock, sir!" She quickly wrote down his name and measurements on the clip-board and set it down, anxious to pleasure his penis once again. "Only one measurement left!" she said, wetting her lips with her tongue.

"And what is that, sissy?" He smiled. He pumped his prostate, making his dick bounce before her. Her eyes followed it up and down. She was mesmerized by the perfect hunk of meat in front of her.

"I have to measure your ejaculate, Dirk." She continued to stare at his still bouncing cock. A fat drop of pre-cum oozed from his piss-hole. Stephanie couldn't wait to get her lips back on his Alpha-Cock; her little 'clitty' was getting so hard! "I'll be checking for the forcefulness of your ejaculation, the number of full and separate spurts and, most importantly of course, the total quantity of your ejaculate, by volume."