Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2021 11:20:34 -0400 From: C W Subject: Chuck McGraw: Part 2 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 1989 - High Speed. Low Drag - Panama He was 20 years old, about to turn 21, and a Private in the Army. It was his first deployment, having recently graduated from his OSUT in Fort Benning, Georgia and beginning his career at Fort Bragg with the 82nd Airborne. The US had just invaded Panama a couple of days before and fighting was still going on. It was Christmas Day, the 25th of December in 1989 and he was sitting back in an office chair at the Torrijos Airport, drinking a lukewarm beer while SFC Wilson, a Ranger from the 75th, was on his knees sucking on his massive ten-inch cock. He hadn't known the man 20 minutes ago. The 82nd and the Rangers, along with other elements, were occupying the airport. He had strolled into the latrine mid-day to take a piss during a short moment of respite. Wilson was already there at the urinal and when Chuck walked in he saw Wilson look back over his shoulder. He saw his eyes widen as he scanned the young Soldier up and down. It was only an instant, but PV2 McGraw always left an impression. The 20 year old stood six foot four and weighted in over 200 pounds. His head was buzzed to a flattop, and a five o'clock shadow of corse dark hair was starting to grow on his square jaw, highlighting his cleft chin. The last year of training had taken the last of his body fat and he was lean through the middle. His shoulders and chest made him as wide as a doorway up top and his 18 inch arms strained his BDU top to bursting at the seams, highlighted even more by his rifle strapped to his back. Likewise his green camouflage pants, which by rights should have been baggie as they were on most men, were stretched across his ass, thighs, and crotch. Anyone with eyes could see his massive meat snaking down the left leg of his trousers, bulging obscenely. He was a sight to behold, a young muscle god in his prime, with a swagger and presence that belied his age, but not his physique. Chuck saw the look Wilson gave him, instantly recognizing the man's hunger. He could spot a cocksucker from across any room, and he knew that SFC Wilson was one. Chuck ran his calloused palm across his chin, feeling the rough stubble, considering the man. He was a Ranger in 75th by his tab and scroll. He was short, barely 5'6" with hair a little longer than the average Soldier and a heavy mustache that was far out of regulations, but the Rangers often got away with flaunting relaxed grooming standards. The short ones always seemed angrier, as if they had more to prove. Chuck guessed the man was about a decade older than him, young for a Sergeant First Class but he looked well built, a fireplug of muscle under that uniform. McGraw saddled up next to the SFC, choosing the urinal just two down from him. It was a small bathroom, just three stalls and three urinals with no dividers. The men made eye contact again for a brief moment, with a companionable head nod, and McGraw grunting a respectable "sergeant" to acknowledge the other man's superior rank. Then he unbuttoned the fly of his BDU's without undoing his belt and hauled out his cock, eight inches soft and uncut. It was far longer and thicker than most men when they were fully hard, and McGraw loved it and loved it when others stared at his cock in amazement. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting out a low moan as his piss stream hit the while porcelain. It was a long, powerful piss, his bladder full, and went on for nearly a solid minute without signs of slowing. When the piss did slow, he began to stoke his cock. Slowly, deliberately, he let his cock grow hard in his hand. It swelled until the foreskin was tight against his cockhead. Without opening his eyes, he felt the other man's hand on his cock. There was room enough along the shaft for both of their hands. The Private opened his eyes and looked down at the NCO. Wilson was stoking both cocks, his own 6-incher circumcised dick, and the PV2's extra-large prick. Wilson was salivating visibly. "Well, Sergeant. Do you want to suck me off?" McGraw said with a sneer in his voice, laying his hand on the older man's shoulder. "Not here." Wilson replied in a southern drawl. "Follow me. I know a place." Chuck shrugged. It never bothered him if he got caught masturbating or having sex. In fact, he liked it. He liked being watched, being caught, it was a turn on. But with some effort he managed to stuff his monster dick back into his uniform and followed the other man through the airport to a small office that had probably belonged to some airport or government executive. He laid his M16 on the desk where paperwork was scattered. He saw a six pack of beer left on the desk, likely by Wilson or one of the other Rangers. He took off his BDU blouse, leaving him in his sweat- soaked brown T-shirt. Standing in front of the chair, Wilson sunk to his knees as the young Soldier undid his belt and buttons. The Ranger was hungry and engulfed as much of the meat missile as he could as soon as he was able to free it from uniform pants. Chuck sat down as Wilson inched forward. Grabbing one of the beer cans on the desk beside him, McGraw popped the top and savored the warm drink as much as he was savoring the expert dick-sucking skills of the man kneeling before him. Wilson clearly knew what he was doing, and he picked up on every clue, verbal or non-verbal, that the 20-year-old gave, adjusting his speed, rhythm, suction, and hands in an effort to give maximum pleasure. Chuck hadn't had a blow job in over a week, and it'd been longer since it was actually a skilled cocksucker, one that obviously took pride in his work. Just before they'd deployed, he and two buddies had fucked a couple of the strippers from Fayetteville together, with the two of them making him go last because of his size. But for the last few days he'd had nothing but his own hands to provide any relief. He gripped the SFC's hair in the fist of his free hand as he started to cum, holding the man down so that he shot his load into the back of his throat. Wilson choked even though only half of the ten inches was in his mouth, eyes watering and nostrils flaring as he struggled to breath and swallow at the same time. McGraw's growled and groaned so loud that he had to have been heard by a dozen of people outside the office. Finally, he let Wilson take control again. The man, to his credit, took one deep breath and began cleaning the cock and milking the shaft to get every drop he could. "Hol-ee fucking shiiiiiiit! boy! That has got to be the biggest fucking cock I ever saw. Thank you for letting me suck it, Sir." Chuck laughed at the idea of a SFC calling a PV2 sir. It was an indicator that Wilson was a fag who would probably do anything for some real man meat. He liked that idea. He sat up, resting his elbows on his knees to look SFC Wilson in the face. "Open your mouth." He ordered, speaking in a low, commanding tone. Wilson did, automatically putting his hands behind his back as if he were standing at Parade Rest. McGraw took a swig of the last of the beer in the can and threw the empty can across the room. Then he grabbed Wilson by the chin and spit the beer into his open mouth. Most of it, anyway. Some of it splattered across the man's face and chest. "Thank you, Sir." Wilson said with a smile. "You want me to fuck you now?" "But you just came." Wilson said puzzled. "And I can come again, as long as you can handle this," Chuck grabbed his still hard, spittle-slick cock by the base and wagged it in the air, "in your cunt." In short order, Wilson was bent over the desk, his trousers pushed down to his boot tops as the young man forced every inch of his monster dick deep into his hole. It was rough, messy, and painful, but they both enjoyed it. PV2 McGraw fucked SFC Wilson's ass like it was the last time either of them would ever fuck with nothing but spit and pre-cum for lube. It was a good thing that Wilson had had plenty of practice taking cock, though he'd never had anyone as big as Chuck. PV2 McGraw came a second time, breeding the Ranger's cunt with copious amounts of semen. He grunted just as loudly, sweat now pouring off of his face onto the older man's back as his hands gripped the Sergeant's traps so hard that he was sure to have bruises for a week. Wilson, panting heavily, clinging to the edge of the desk, kept whispering "Thank you, Sir" over and over as the Private's orgasm slowed. Finally, Chuck stood up straight and let his cock slide free from the abused asshole of the Ranger. As a drop of cum tried to escape, he used his thumb to push it back in. "Well Sergeant, you did such a good job taking care of my dick that I think you've earned a reward." Chucks comment was punctuated by him slapping the NCO's ass once, and hard, making the man jump. "I'm gonna let you nurse on my cock while you jerk yourself off." Wilson leaped to obey, practically falling to his knees in front of the junior Soldier. He swallowed the man's cock as far as he was able, while using one hand twist his own nipple, and the other to furiously beat his meat. It was mere moments before he was shooting between Chuck's legs and onto the Soldier's trousers and boots. It was a mess that the younger man made him clean up, licking up every drop on his hands and knees. "I didn't know the Rangers had such well-trained cock-sucking faggots. Maybe I'll join when I get the chance, big sarge. Really put you men through your paces." Finished, the men redressed and rearmed themselves, making sure everything was in order so the other men wouldn't suspect what had happened. "Be back here tonight at 2200 hours." Chuck ordered SFC Wilson. "I like to drain my nuts before bed." The Sergeant nodded, the eagerness in his eyes palpable. But Chuck had already turned away and was walking out the door. A cocksucker that good was hard to find, and he hoped to make the most of it while he could. More to cum.