Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2022 15:42:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hunter Green <huntergreenmuscle@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chuck McGraw part 17

The continuing story of Chuck McGraw, a big-dicked, bad ass mother fucker.

Soldier. Father. Fucker.

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Chapter 17 - 2006 BOHICA - Fort Benning, GA

Bend Over Here It Comes Again

	It was Labor Day and Chuck's wife had taken the kids to go see her
parents up north for the long weekend. As a military family it took
constant effort to keep kids and grandparents linked since they often lived
far apart from each other. Chuck decided to stay behind. Her parents had
never liked him, and he was pretty sure that he and the wife were on the
skids. So, he took the long weekend to himself, working on a few house
projects, going to the base gym, and generally relaxing. On Friday
afternoon he called up one of his regular cocksuckers, a Staff Sergeant
medic, to come to his house and service him while he watched
football. Saturday morning he'd gotten blown in the steam room at the gym
by a random young Marine, and Saturday night he fucked both a husband and
wife, officers in the Aviation unit, who were into swinging. All in all, a
pretty normal weekend for the muscle stud. But he had something special
planned for Sunday and Monday.

	Earlier in the weekend he was picking up some beer at the Class 6,
along with half the men on post it seemed. He'd just come from the gym and
was still wearing his black silky ranger panties, and a cropped stringer
tank top that left his chest and nipples exposed. Standing six foot four
and carrying 230 lbs. of solid muscle with huge 20 inch heavily tattooed
arms and a 31-inch waist, the Army First Sergeant was a contrast to the far
more modestly dressed servicemen in the shoppette with their extra-large
t-shirts and baggy cargo shorts. They all stared at him, while trying not
to act like they were staring, letting their eyes rake over his body, his
arms, chest and sweeping quads. Eventually they all saw the unmistakable
bulge in his tiny shorts as well. Chuck was always half-hard at least, and
he liked for people to know that he had a ten-inch monster cock.

	As he waited in the line to check out, he encountered LT Fogg, the
XO of his company, and one of Chuck's regular cum dumps. Jason Fogg had
been on the receiving end of 1SG McGraw's needs this past few months, and
Chuck was pretty certain that he hadn't told his live-in boyfriend yet that
he was cheating on him with his subordinate. Chuck was also sure that
Jason's boyfriend, Tyler, hadn't told Jason that Chuck had fucked his
throat and face during the Family Day earlier last month. Chuck decided
then and there that it was high time to rectify that situation.

	He said hello to the LT, who visibly shrank back when he
encountered the nearly naked bodybuilder that made him get to his knees and
beg for his load several times a week. Chuck was nothing but friendly, but
he tended to leave an impression. For Fogg that impression was one of
casual friendliness in public, and abject dominance behind closed doors. He
casually asked Fogg if he was sticking around base for holiday weekend, and
Fogg said he was, just catching up on some house projects, watching
football, nothing big. That was all Chuck needed to know, so he bought his
beer and headed home.

	On Sunday Chuck did some yard work, went for a run, and then around
one in the afternoon decided to make his move. Dressed in cut off shorts
made from his old DCUs, a black tank top, combat boots and his M-Frames
sunglasses, he hopped on his Harley and rode off base to where he knew LT
Fogg and his boyfriend Tyler lived. They couldn't risk trying to cohabitate
on base, so they lived in Columbus, GA. McGraw had never been there, but
he'd looked up Fogg's address in anticipation of today. He pulled up to the
small house, parked in the driveway, pulled a six pack of beer out of the
saddle bag, sauntered up to the front door and rang the bell.

	Fogg answered the door, barefoot and dressed in a West Point
t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts.

	"First Sergeant?" He asked, dumbstruck and confused to see McGraw
on his doorstep.

	"Fogg!" McGraw said loudly and jovially, in a far friendlier tone
than the LT was used to hearing from the gruff muscle man. "Thought you'd
like some company to watch the game today. I brought this," He shoved the
beer into Fogg's chest, "but it's probably warm now. You should put it on
some ice."

	As McGraw moved forward, Fogg leaped out of the way and the Soldier
walked into the LT's house as if he'd been invited. The place was small,
but nice, stylish. As McGraw plopped down in the center of the leather sofa
and rested his muscular tattooed arms across the back of the couch, Tyler,
Fogg's blonde-haired boyfriend came out of the kitchen, drying his hands on
a dish towel, and stopped in shock at the sight. Jason and Tyler both
exchanged confused and worried glances.

	McGraw let the awkward moment linger as he smirked, lifting an
eyebrow. Fogg finally started to stutter something, but McGraw raised his
hand and both men were immediately silent.

	"Listen up boys. It's been clear to me for a while now that neither
of you have told one another just how much y'all like the taste of my
cock."

	The two men started sputtering again, and he laughed, loudly,
slapping the back of the couch. Then they raised their voices, and Tyler
even threw his dish towel on the ground.

	"You Bastard! How could you.."

	"I can't believe you fucking cheated...."

	"How long has this been going on!"

	"Well that explains a whole lot..."

	Chuck watched for a few moments, smirking, as the men argued. Then
he raised his hand again, and used his command voice to shout, "AT EASE!"
The men were silenced.

	"Now, I don't want to hear any of your bickering. You're both queer
and you both sucked my dick. Big fuckin' deal. That's what you gay guys do
best, ain't it? And honestly neither of you are half bad at it. The fact
that you kept it secret from one another, well, save that argument for
another time, because I'm here now, and the only thing I'm interested in at
the moment is which one of you can suck my cock better. So, you can keep
your protests, and arguments and all that other bullshit to yourselves and
come over here and take care of Daddy." Chuck popped the button fly of his
shorts with one practiced tug and he reached and to haul out his ten inches
of sweaty man meat. "Now, Jason, go put that beer in the fridge and bring
me back a cold one of whatever you have on hand. Tyler, take your clothes
off and get on your knees." He pointed to the ground between his legs with
his knife hand.

	As if dazed, the men did as they were told. When Fogg came back in
with a cold bottle of beer, Tyler was untying one of Chuck's boots. Without
having to command him, Tyler handed the beer to Chuck and did the same for
the other boot. Soon all three men were naked with the LT and his boyfriend
kneeling on the rug in front of the married First Sergeant.

	"Have at it boys!" Chuck said, pressing on his hard cock at the
base with his thumb, wagging it in the air, as he took a big gulp from his
beer bottle. "And take your time. The wife doesn't get home til tomorrow
night."

	Tyler was the first to dive mouth first for the uncut meat. He'd
only tasted it once and had dreamt about it ever since. Every time Jason
fucked him, Tyler was fantasizing that it was the rough and mysterious
First Sergeant who was doing it. Tyler wanted it bigger and rougher than
his boyfriend could give him. He wanted to be pounded mercilessly until it
hurt. He wanted to be degraded. He'd even secretly bought a ten-inch dildo
in what he thought might be and approximation of the First Sergeants cock
and he used it on himself in the mornings after Jason left for PT. He
choked himself on McGraw's cock now, trying to take too much of it at once,
but kept going for more.

	Jason was right behind his boyfriend in reaching for Top's
cock. After months of daily practice, he knew what 1SG McGraw liked. He
reached under and wrapped his hand around the man's hairy nut sack until
his thumb and fingers met at the top. Chuck liked his balls played with and
tugged. The man's junk could take some serious abuse. He was a chronic
masturbater and liked both his scrotum and cock treated rough when the
occasion called for it. While Tyler worked on McGraw's cockhead and
foreskin, Jason ran his tongue and lips up the shaft. There was plenty of
room for the both of them.

	Chuck drank his beer and let the two men fight over his dick while
he relaxed. He reached over for their television remote and clicked it on
to watch the football game. When one of them pulled away to protest, he
gave him a light tap on the head and said, "don't fucking worry about it,"
and that was all that was necessary to say. They both went back to work
while Chuck caught the first half of the game.

	"I think of the two of you, Tyler here needs the most practice
sucking cock." He said after a while. "What's wrong, Jason? Don't you fuck
your little boyfriend's face enough? Ah well, I see. There aren't many men
my size. It's a whole new ballgame when it comes to old First Sergeant's
big dick, ain't it, El-Tee?" Chuck punctuated this veiled insult by yanking
his cock free from their mouths and slapping his wet meaty dick into the
palm of his hand. "Tell you what. Why don't you fuck Ty's ass here? Maybe
you can open him up a bit for me. That way it won't hurt so much when I
fuck his brains out."

	Jason got up and went to the bedroom to retrieve the lube. He
kneeled behind his boyfriend and lubed his own cock up. Normally he'd be
gentle, eat out Tyler's ass, play with him. But he was still mad that Tyler
had sucked McGraw's cock without telling him. Though, when he thought about
it, he wasn't mad that his boyfriend cheated, because that would be
hypocritical. He was mad that Tyler got a piece of something that he
thought he had for himself. His own dirty little secret. It's true that the
way First Sergeant treated him often made him both ashamed and angry, he
was also starting to accept that he liked being treated that way.

	He plunged his cock in hard and fast until he met resistance and
then reared back and did it again and again. Tyler would have screamed in
pain, but McGraw was holding the back of his head as he shoved more cock
in.

	"That's it, El-Tee. Fuck him good. Open him up for Ol'Top
here. Hope you boys are ready for the pounding you're gonna get for the
rest of the weekend." Jason fucked Tyler hard, doing his best to imitate
the dominant top that First Sergeant was. Tyler was gagging on Chuck's
dick, his eyes watery and nose running. "Good job, El-Tee. Fuck him like I
fucked you at the range last week. Fucking pound him!" Jason dug his
fingers into Tyler's traps hard and jack hammered his hole.

	Tyler made a sound and tried to look up at Chuck. "Oh, you thought
your boy here was all top, huh? Yeah, he thought so too. But I proved to
him otherwise. Don't be too mad at him. Every queer wants to get fucked by
me, eventually. It took him some time, but he took it like a man in the
end. And he came back begging for more, didn't you, El-Tee?"

	"Yes, First Sergeant." LT Fogg responded through gritted teeth,
like a raw recruit. When it came to 1SG McGraw, LT Fogg knew his place.

	"You want it too, don't you baby?" McGraw asked Tyler, stroking his
blonde hair back. "You want my cock up your in your cunt, smashing your
guts, tearing you apart." Tyler nodded and said yes, or some approximation
of that with a mouth full of cock. "I bet you've been thinking about it
ever since I fucked your pretty face back on the golf course on family
day." He said yes again, and Fogg learned that his boyfriend had taken
McGraw's dick just a few feet away from where the First Sergeant's wife was
handing out food, where his kids were playing, and where Fogg been playing
horseshoes with the commander, and never even knew it.

	"Why don't you climb up here across my lap so I can see what kind
of pussy I'm working with. Fogg, I'm ready for another beer." Both men
complied. When Fogg came back with the beer he was forced to stand there
awkwardly holding it while his boyfriend lay across McGraw's thighs as if
he were a child receiving a spanking. McGraw had Tyler's ass cheeks spread
apart and was using his large, blunt fingers to pry apart his ass lips,
rubbing the tender flesh and fingering the red, puffy hole, spitting in
it. "This looks like a nice, pretty pussy. I'm gonna enjoy wrecking it." He
looked up Fogg standing beside him and looking directly into his eyes spoke
to Tyler. "I'll show you what it's like to get fucked by a real man." He
winked at Fogg for emphasis.

	He had Tyler face him and straddle him while he sat back on the
couch. He took his second beer from Jason and sipped on it while Tyler
lowered himself onto his prick. He made Jason hold his cock and assist him
in fucking his own boyfriend. McGraw produced a copious amount precum, and
Jason used it to lube the monster dick and his boyfriend's tight hole. No
artificial lube here, just spit and cock slime. Raw dick. Tyler took his
time, moaning, gasping, and even screaming, as he was impaled, inch after
inch, on the Soldier's cock. Once Chuck was totally inside the civilian and
had finished his beer, he made Jason lick his balls and use is tongue on
his shaft and Tyler's ass as he started to fuck him. Jason watched his
boyfriend's ass get stretched further and wider while Tyler screamed for
more.

	McGraw fucked Tyler hard, first letting the younger man ride him,
getting him used to the length and girth of his manhood, and then bending
him over the arm of the sofa while McGraw stood to the side. Jason tried to
fuck Tyler's face while he got pounded from behind, but he couldn't keep up
with McGraw. The man put all 230 pounds of muscle behind his huge cock,
slamming Tyler hard. With each thrust he knocked the couch sideways another
inch until it was pressed up against the wall. Tyler screamed until he was
hoarse and then kept screaming. Tyler came, and McGraw kept fucking him. He
fucked Tyler on his knees, on his back with his knees pressed to his chest,
and in every imaginable position. All three men were dripping with
sweat. Jason kept the First Sergeant hydrated with beer, and followed his
instructions as directed while his boyfriend got the fuck of his
life. Eventually Chuck came, unloading into Tyler's ass with a mighty
roar. When his orgasm slowed, and he stood panting, he called Fogg over and
had him kneel beside him. As his slid his slime covered cock from the
bruised and abused hole of Fogg's boyfriend, McGraw made him take the cock
in his mouth and clean it off. Fogg worshiped that cock like it was the
first and last cock he'd ever suck. It ran his tongue beneath the man's
foreskin, and licked at the sweaty, musky, hairy nutsack. Fogg jerked his
own cock fast and furiously and shot a load all over the carpet. He kept
sucking until McGraw told him to stop, and directed him to clean up the
load dripping from his boyfriend's now gaping hole.

	Chuck sat down heavily on the couch, wiping sweat off his buzzed
head and face with his discarded tank top and then interlacing his fingers
behind his head.

	"WOO! Well fuck, boys. That wasn't a half-bad start," he said. "Why
don't y'all rustle us up some chow. I'm gonna have to eat before we do that
again."

	"Again?" Jason asked, weakly. Tyler couldn't speak.

	"Told ya." McGraw said, his mustache emphasizing his crooked,
almost sadistic, smile, "The wife doesn't get home til tomorrow. I can do
this four, maybe five more times before I need to head home. And Fogg, your
pretty little ass is next."



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