Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2022 20:40:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Hunter Green Subject: Chuck McGraw Part 18 The continuing story of Chuck McGraw, a big-dicked, bad ass mother fucker. Soldier. Father. Fucker. Please support Nifty! For legal reasons all of this is fictional. Feedback welcome at: huntergreenmuscle@yahoo.com Chapter 18 - 2007 - The Enlisted Club - Fort Benning, GA Chuck finished shoveling his dinner into his mouth just as his oldest son, Bobby, walked in the door back from wrestling practice. He was the spitting image of his father at 15 and going through a growth spurt. He'd be six-foot tall soon and likely to match his dad's six-foot-four, if he wasn't even taller. He had buzzed dark hair and a dusting of dark scruff on his chin. Already his chest hair was filling out too. He was also athletic like his father. He spent plenty of time in the gym, either the home set-up in the garage or at school. Wrestling was the first real sport he'd tried, and he was doing well, although he was often too distracted to get keep his grades up and he was at risk of being suspended if he didn't. "How was practice?" Chuck asked while rinsing off his plate. "Not bad. Coach let me and a few other guys spar with some of the varsity kids," Bobby replied, dropping into one of the other ladder back chairs at the table. "He still riding you about your grades?" "Yeah. But it's alright because I rode him after!" laughed the teenager. He spread his legs apart and cupped his enormous cock through his cotton shorts, another aspect in which he resembled his father. The shorts were just short enough that the motion let his cock head snake out of the leg opening, revealing his hooded meat. Both men laughed. They knew that one of the reasons that Bobby chose the wrestling team over any other sport was that Coach Fleming was a cock hungry bottom that loved getting fucked. Chuck had tested the waters the summer before, and after finding out what a good fuck the married coach and part-time youth pastor was, he introduced him and Bobby by having the coach bend over in the locker room and receive both McGraws' cocks from either end. From there Coach Fleming begged Bobby to join the team, and the kid usually laid the pipe to his coach either before or after every practice. Some days he did both. "That's my boy!" Chuck said, his own meat pulsing in response to his son's. "But seriously, get your fucking homework done tonight. No god damn video games." "I will, Dad. I will." "And you are watching your brother tonight. I'm gonna grab a beer at the club," Chuck said as his pushed away from the kitchen counter to head toward the door. He was dressed casually in old jeans, desert combat boots, and a thin t-shirt that had seen better days. The shirt was black with one of the Army First Sergeant's old unit logo on the back, now faded. It clung to his frame and bulging muscles. He looked like a cartoon, a stereotype of Soldier. He was 38, six foot four inches tall and 235 lbs. of rock-solid muscle. His arms were 21 inches around when flexed, bulging, and covered with full sleeves of black and grey tattoos. He wore his hair in a marine recon style high-and-tight and had a thick mustache that pushed the regulations to the limit. His chin was cartoonishly square with a cleft in the middle. His stomach was flat, and his waist was 32 inches. His jeans did almost nothing to hide the 10 inches of uncut cock he was sporting, and that's the way he liked it. He loved to show off his body and his cock any chance he got. He'd recently got divorced. They'd been on the out for a while, so the divorce wasn't a surprise. The nail in the coffin was when his wife had caught him fucking her sister during Thanksgiving. She never found out that he'd gotten blown by her brother as well the day before. Everyone wanted him and he knew it. Bobby, now fetching his own dinner from the fridge called out to his dad, "If you bring some skank home, try to pick a quiet one this time!" "No one is quiet when I'm fucking them with this," Chuck grabbed his own crotch in imitation of his son. "You certainly ain't." "Granted. I'll give you that." His son replied, his hand wandering back to his own ass. It'd been a few days since his dad last fucked him. The soreness just now a faded to memory. Chuck grabbed his leather jacket and motorcycle keys. "And no fucking your brother. He has homework to do too," he said sternly. The boys had both chosen to stay with their father in the custody battle. "All right." "I mean it, mister." "Scouts honor, Pop. I won't fuck Tyler." "The little shit will probably still beg to suck you off." Chuck acknowledged, knowingly. "No doubt. I should probably let him do it now while I'm still funky from practice. He likes that best." "Don't I know it. I barely got in the door from my run this morning before he latched onto my cock like he was starving. Alright, but make it quick and then right to homework." Chuck said as he headed out the garage door. Bobby put his dish in the microwave to heat up. As soon as he hit the start button, he shucked his shorts and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time, all the time calling out to his eleven-year-old brother. At the NCO Club, Chuck walked in and up to the bar, tossing his jacket on the back of a barstool. The bartender, a civilian named Jose, was a fan of Chuck's and an accomplished cocksucker. He had a cold beer waiting for the 1SG by the time he walked up. His two fellow soldiers were already at the bar drinking and the club wasn't too busy since it was a weekday night. SFC Harden was one of Chuck's regular lifting buddies. He was 37, built like a competitive bodybuilder, and sported a blonde flattop that earned him the nickname "Duke" after the video game Duke Nukem. The other man was SGT DiSpessore, another lifting buddy. DiSpessore was 39 with thick dark hair and of the three men was the shortest at five foot seven. Like McGraw, he'd recently gotten divorced, although this was his second wife. He'd also been demoted since the cause of both his divorce and punishment was that he'd been caught fucking almost every female Soldier under his command. DiSpessore was built wide and thick, and the guys called him "Brick." McGraw's call sign was "Meat" for obvious reasons. They were all in different units, but had bonded over the gym, and over pussy. The three of them have shared a number of girls, individually and at the same time. Duke was the only one currently married, and he had produced six kids already, legitimate ones anyway. Chuck also knew that Duke's oldest son, a high school junior at the same school as his boy Bobby, was a faggot. Bobby had already fucked him innumerable times and Chuck was just waiting for the opportunity to go behind his buddies' back and fuck the kid himself. The men caught up, laughed, drank, and swapped stories. They talked about deployments, the gym, women, and sex. Eventually their sex talk turned to McGraw and his prodigious sexual appetite. "Wait! Hold on a fuckin' second," hollered Duke. "You've actually let dudes suck on your hog?" he asked with drunken incredulity. "Of course he does," answered Brick for McGraw. "Meat would fuck almost anything that moved, providing they could handle the monster in his jock." "Really?" asked Duke again. "Yeah. Usually faggots are the only ones that can really handle me. No bitchin' and moanin' about it," Chuck responded, slapping Duke on the shoulder. "Hell! They beg for it harder than any bitch could handle." "You tellin' me that you've never had a guy on the end of your knob?" Brick asked, his Brooklyn accent growing thicker the drunker he got. "Hell na!" Duke replied, his Texas drawl coming out as well. "You're really missing out." Chuck said, downing the rest of his fifth or sixth beer. He tapped the empty bottle a couple of times on the bar top to order another. "In fact, Jose here," here Chuck indicated the bartender with his empty longneck, "is a champion cocksucker. Aren't ya?" he asked the somewhat started man. "He can swallow my dick almost to the balls, and he has, on a number of occasions." "Fuckin' A!" Brick said. "Fuckin' Hell!" Duke said. The bartender was shocked and not a little scared to be called out in front of the three muscle-bound and drunk Soldiers. But Chuck assured him it was fine and put him just a little at ease. The bar had emptied out almost completely since it everyone there had an early morning. As the last of the stragglers left, Chuck, helped by Brick, convinced Duke to try a blow job from the bartender. Brick admitted freely, helped along by the bravery granted by alcohol, that he'd been blown more times than he could count from men, from high school football teammates and fellow boy scouts to other Soldiers while pulling guard duty. Duke was fascinated more and more, and the men did a few shots of whiskey to help him build up his own courage. Jose, a dark-haired man of 23 with a trim goatee and slight of build with coffee colored skin, watched warily as his patrons left. The men never actually asked Jose if he wanted to blow Duke. It was just assumed that he would. Jose convinced Joe, the only other worker there, that he'd be happy to close up and let Joe go home to his family a little early. Jose locked the front doors and shut down the neon OPEN sign and turned to see the three men leaning against the bar, laughing and drinking still. He took a deep breath to steady himself and closed the distance between himself and the drunk Soldiers. When he was a few feet from them he froze, standing there awkwardly and waiting for permission. Chuck turned to Duke and said with a smirk, "Let me show you how it's done." He set his beer on the bar and snapped his fingers once, pointing to the floor by his feet. Understanding immediately, Jose sank to his knees and stared up at the muscle god expectantly. Chuck undid his web belt and button fly. He never wore underwear. Reaching in with one hairy fist he hauled his huge balls and massive ten-inch cock free from the worn denim, letting them both drop and swing as he squared up his stance between the two men and in front of the waiting cocksucker. He cock was only about half hard, but still impressive at over eight inches. The cockhead was still hooded by his foreskin. A musky odor poured off his crotch and full bush. Reaching back behind him, he grabbed his bottle, took a long swig of the cold beer, his other hand resting on his hip. "What the fuck are you waiting for faggot?" he said, sneering at Jose. "Get to work." Jose obeyed immediately. He'd sucked 1SG McGraw's dick over a dozen times and knew what he liked. He wasn't good enough to deep throat the entire monster, but he made up for it by using both hands. He gripped and tugged on the large hairy ball sack with one hand, and he worked the shaft with the other. He pulled back the foreskin to wash the sensitive glands with his tongue, and he rubbed the head against his stubbly goatee, both for the sensation that Chuck would feel and to get that uncut dick scent in his beard where it would last until he showered. "Holy shit. Holy shit, buddy! He's going to town on your dick!" Duke said, massaging his own hard on through his jeans. SGT DiSpessore already had his short but thick cock through his fly and was stroking it. "I told you. Women only suck cock because they have to. But find you a faggot like this and they LOVE to suck cock. It's practically an art form." McGraw said. "Hell, my old lady ain't sucked my piece in years," said Duke. "Why the hell do you think I have so many goddamn kids?" "Hey boy." Chuck got Jose's attention with a firm tap on the side of his head. The bartender had his eyes closed and was concentrating on the job at hand. "Show my buddy here what he's been missing." Obediently Jose pulled off superior cock and turned to the blonde monster on his left. SFC Harden hauled out his seven-inch cut cock with one hand and used his other to guide the boy to the tip. "Let the kid do his job. He knows what he's doin'." Chuck chastised his friend. So, Duke did. He leaned back against the bar and got his first homosexual blowjob. Jose was good. Unlike with Chuck, he was able to take all of Duke in his mouth, and even tongue Duke's shaved nut sack at the same time. Duke's balls were high and tight to his shaft, but Jose tugged them and licked them, making the man moan. Duke was loving it and cursing himself for not doing this earlier. "Now," ordered the 1SG, "fuck his face." Duke complied, grabbing Jose with a fistful of hair, painfully. "Harder. He can take it. And if he can't, it's too fuckin' bad, ain't it?" Duke picked up steam. "We fuckin' told you." Brick said. "None of my wives sucked cock like that." The men switched off and Jose latched on to Brick's thick Italian tool. He gagged on it more than Duke, trying to stretch his mouth wide enough to accommodate the man's meat. Brick was even less gentle with him than Duke was. After a bit, Chuck reached down while Jose was sucking Duke's cock again and grabbed him by the back of his pants and belt, easily hauling his slight frame into the air and planting him belly down on a barstool. Jose cried out but was silenced by a hard smack on the ass. With a firm tug McGraw was able to remove Jose's black slacks and shove them to his ankles without even undoing the boy's belt or zipper. "Top," Brick called out in warning, "If you fuck him first, you'll wreck his cunt for the rest of us." Chuck was slapping his monster cock across the boy's brown ass. "Yeah, you're probably right," He admitted. "Why don't you two break him in for me. I'll grab us some more beers." Brick and Duke took turns at either end of the poor bartender, spit roasting him. Chuck enjoyed the show, sipping his beer and stroking, occasionally taking a turn at the head, but waiting to go last at the ass. He instructed both men to cum in the boy's ass, saying that he'd need plenty of lube and that that was the reason he like sloppy seconds. When it was his turn, both of the other two men spent, 1SG McGraw went to town. Jose screamed so loud that Chuck was certain the MPs were going to show up any minute thinking someone had been murdered. The boy switched from English to his native Spanish calling out to gods old and new as the muscled man with the ten-inch cock rearranged his organs from the inside. Jose hung onto the barstool for dear life, his face pressed into the cracked vinyl and his feet never touching the ground, suspended as he was on McGraw's cock and held up by his hips. The other two men stood back and cheered, egging him on to go harder. When Chuck finally orgasmed, firing burst after burst of baby batter in the battered rectum of the young man, he let out a primal roar. Afterward, after he'd let Jose's feet touch the ground again, after he let his spent cock slide free of the puffy pink and brown sphincter, three Soldier's worth of cum pouring out onto the bar room floor and between the Jose's legs onto his underwear and trousers still down around his ankles, after Brick had gone around the bar and grabbed another round, the men sat down at one of the bar tables, cocks still out, drinking, and watching as the abused bartender tried to pull himself back together. "That was fuckin' awesome, buddy!" Duke said, high-fiving Chuck and Brick. "I told you. The best blowjob you can get is from a dedicated cocksucker," replied Chuck. "And bitches don't suck dick like a faggot will." "Well now I know." Duke said. "Oh, we ain't done yet." Chuck said. Jose froze from where he'd just pulled his cum soaked pants back up. "You got sucked, and you fucked him." Chuck indicated Jose with his beer bottle. "But the poor boy didn't suck any of us off, not all the way. I don't know about you boys, but I'm always good for another round." Chuck shifted his position so that he was sitting, his legs spread, and used his free hand to stroke his cock while looking at Jose. "Get to it, kid. Don't want to be here all night, do ya?" It was very late at night, or early in the morning, depending on how you looked at it, when the three men finally stubbled out the door of the NCO club leaving behind six loads of cum between them, all buried either in Jose's ass or down his throat. Duke was a convert and Chuck decided to introduce him to a few of his regular, on-call cocksuckers on base. More to cum. Feedback welcome at: huntergreenmuscle@yahoo.com