Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2022 16:48:42 +0000 (UTC) From: Hunter Green Subject: Chuck McGraw Chapter 24 The continuing tale of Chuck McGraw, a big-dicked bad ass mother fucker. Father. Soldier. Bodybuilder. Pervert. Please support Nifty financially. Send feedback to huntergreenmuscle@yahoo.com (Seriously, if my stories get you hard let me know.) Chapter 24 2009 Warm Ups Chuck was exhausted when he parked his Harley in the driveway and headed inside. His Company had just finished up an overnight exercise, including live fire, and he'd been awake for almost 48 hours. He was hot, dirty, sweaty, and tired. He was ready for a long hot shower and a cold beer. The front door of his house opened directly into the living room and laying on the floor in front of the television was his youngest boy Tyler, now 12 years old. Tyler had his schoolbook and notebook laid out in front of him and was multitasking his homework while watching TV. "Hey bubba." Chuck said wearily. Tyler jumped up to hug his father. A lesser man might have been bowled over by the rambunctious preteen, but Chuck was solid as a brick shithouse. Still even he was momentarily surprised by the boy. "Dad!" He said, wrapping his arms around his father's waist Chuck laughed. "I missed you too, kiddo." Chuck said, patting the boy on his back and dropping his gear bag by the front door. Tyler inhaled, and exclaimed, "Whew, Daddy. You stink!" "Yeah, I figured you'd like it you little perv." McGraw's chuckle deepened and a smirk crossed his unshaven face. Tyler inhaled deeper. "Yeah, I kinda do." He said. "Help your old man get these boots off, kiddo. My dogs are barking." Chuck said, making his way to the end of the couch. Tyler did, and as Chuck pulled off his soiled uniform blouse, Tyler unlaced his dad's boots. The end of the couch reclined, and McGraw raised the leg rest so that Tyler could more easily remove his boots and socks, releasing a stench into the room. "That is so much better." Chuck sighed. "Can I get you anything else, Dad?" Ty asked. "I'd really love a beer, bubba." "No problem!" Ty shouted, already darting off to their small kitchen. He returned in a moment, cracking open the metal can for his father with a hiss. Chuck took the beer from his son with one hand, and took a long, cool drink, finishing by smacking his lips and letting out a big sigh. Ty stood by the arm rest waiting to see what else his father needed. Chuck looked at his boy, bright eyed and eager. He was dressed in soccer shorts and t-shirt, reminding Chuck that he had to take him to practice this afternoon before too long. Tyler was always prepared and never had to be reminded of anything. He had undergone a growth spurt recently and started filling out with his regular workouts, soccer, and wrestling in Middle School. Tyler had the lighter coloring of his mother, Chuck's ex-wife, unlike himself or Chuck's elder son, Bobby. The boy needed a haircut as his blond mop was beginning to get in his eyes. Chuck reached up and brushed some of the hair off his son's face. "Give your old man a kiss hello, bubba." Tyler leaned over and kissed his father on the lips. He started to pull back but his father's hand on his back stopped him. "No. A real kiss." He leaned back down than father and son locked lips. Their mouths opened and tongues darted in and out, wrestling for dominance. Ty could taste the beer on his father's mouth. Chuck's callused hand slid down to his boy's leg before sliding back up under his shorts. He felt the kid's jockstrap as his squeezed his smooth round globe of an ass. He let his middle finger drift to the bare crack of the boy and as he found his button, his blunt fingertip encountered wetness. He smiled. "What's this now?" He asked his son between kisses. "Who's been fucking my favorite boy?" "Bobby." Tyler said, smiling back at his dad. "He fucked me before he headed to the gym, about thirty minutes ago." "Did he fuck you good, baby?" "Yeah, really good. But not as good as you, Daddy." Tyler like to call his father 'Daddy' when they played. It turned them both on. "Well, he's still learnin'." Chuck said, kissing his son harder as he shoved his finger into the boy's ass, eliciting a gasp. "Where's Anna?" He asked. Chuck was between wives at the moment as he liked to say. Anna was his latest regular girlfriend. He'd been fucking her for about six months now. The man wasn't simply heterosexual or bisexual. He was just plainly sexual. He loved to fuck. He liked to fuck men, women, boys, girls. It didn't matter as long as his dick was getting wet. Anna, a big-tittied nurse he first hooked up with while getting some shrapnel removed from his thigh after his last deployment, had been a lot of fun recently, and she like to keep house. For the last couple of months she'd basically moved in. "She's working tonight til midnight." Tyler said. The boy was backing up on his father's hand, driving the middle finger deeper into his asshole. He was biting his lower lip as he wiggled his butt. "And Bobby is working at the gym, so I guess that leaves just the two of us, huh bubba?" Chuck said with a grin. He knew his son was jealous of the time they got to spend together. He'd said more than once that he could give his dad pleasure better than Anna and didn't know why he even kept her around. Chuck had to put the kibosh on the jealous girlfriend routine his son was starting to exhibit. "Mm-hmm!" Tyler said, riding his father's finger, his eyes closed tight in pleasure. "What time do you need to be at practice?" Chuck asked, sliding his index finger into his son's hole alongside his middle finger. The boy moaned in pleasure. "Five. But Coach won't mind if I'm a little late." He said quickly. "Would you rather fuck yourself on your daddy's cock than on his fingers, bubba?" "Fuck yeah, Daddy!" "Well then, you'd better help me get my dick out of this uniform then, boy." Tyler quickly and deftly undid his father's web belt and the buttons on his BDUs. Chuck never wore underwear. In fact, he didn't own any. And after nearly 48 hours in the same uniform in the heat his crotch was ripe. But nothing would stop Tyler. The boy knew his job and immediately went down on his father's ten-inch cock, already rock hard, the moment it was free. Chuck was perpetually horny. If anything in the world turned him on it was his own massive uncut cock. Ten inches long, straight as a steal beam, seven inches wide at the base and only tapering slightly to the large blunt head barely concealed by his tight foreskin. He didn't really have any overhang, even when he was soft. He was more shower than grower, swinging seven inches totally flaccid, which he almost never was. He got off no less than twice a day, whether that was with help or not. He was a chronic masturbater, always groping his own dick, even idly when his hands were free of other tasks. Although usually there was someone else nearby to lend a hand, mouth, or hole. He'd fucked Anna just before he'd left for the field, and then while on the exercise he'd jerked off once, spraying his load on the ground while leaning against the HUMVEE, and gotten blown by a SPC and fucked the ass of a MAJ, both men, one of them married. Ty was undeterred by his father's ripe prick. If anything, the kid enjoyed it all the more because of it. He was turning into quite the little piggy. He practically tackled his older brother whenever he'd get home from the gym and bury his nose in the boy's smelly crotch. He was the same with his dad, taking big whiffs of the grown man's smelly nutsack and slobbering all over his shaft, being sure to get deep under the foreskin with his tongue. Chuck was happy to let the boy have his way with him. More and more he found he could never say no to Tyler. The boy was intelligent, with a quick wit and excellent memory. He was well-behaved and always presented a cheerful front to everyone he encountered. He was always smiling and laughing, the kind of kid who never met a stranger. He was also an expert cocksucker, the best Chuck had ever had the pleasure to train. At twelve years old the kid could deep throat his dad's ten inches in a way that would impress a seasoned whore. And his amazing little bubble but could take a surprising amount of pounding and still be tight for the next cock. Chuck drank his cold beer, savoring the taste as it slipped down his parched throat as his boy worshiped, sucked, and stroked on his cock. The boy knew everything his father liked and sometimes it was nice just to let him do all the work. He wrapped his small fists along the root of his dad's nutsack, tugging firmly with one hand while stroking and twisting with his other on Chuck's shaft. With his free hand he continued to massage and fuck his son's ass with his fingers. He let this go on for the time it took him to drink his beer. With a keen ear Tyler heard his father down the last of his drink and pulled back from his cocksucking as soon as the beer can hit the side table beside his dad's recliner. Stripping off his shorts but leaving on his jockstrap, he practically jumped into his father's chair, causing Chuck to laugh. Chuck raised his arms and leaned back, interlacing his fingers behind his head. Meanwhile Tyler straddled his father. Placing a foot on either side, he lowered himself down and aimed his dad's prick toward his hole until his ass lips touched the soldier's cock head. With only slight resistance, his pre-lubed ass opened up and he impaled himself on his dad's giant cock, and both father and son let out a satisfied sigh. Again, Chuck was happy to lay back as his boy took care of them both, bouncing up and down on his daddy. Tyler's control of his Kegel muscles was uncanny, able to contract and release, milking his father's dick better than most could using their hands and mouth. The boy was a natural bottom, and a superior one. He'd been begging for years to get his ass fucked and when Chuck finally took his son's cherry and started letting his older brother fuck him too, the kid set out to prove over and over again how good he was. He could take a pounding from his 250 lbs muscular father and beg for more. By this point Bobby was fucking his little brother almost daily, and Chuck had allowed a few other close friends and men to partake of his special little treasure. As he grew close to orgasm, Chuck grabbed a hold of Tyler's slim hips with his dirty hands. He held the boy firmly as he started slamming the kid harder and harder onto his cock, each impact creating a load smacking sound. They both moaned louder, and a deep growl grew in Chuck's chest. The twelve-year-old shot first, his little boy dick still trapped inside his jockstrap, his load leaking out through the woven fabric. He came without touching himself as his father continued to slam his ten inches into the much smaller boy's used cunt. Finally reaching the edge Chuck slammed the boy down onto his cock and held him there for a beat as his pent-up load burst forth, flooding the boy's guts. He let him up a little, only to slam him down again with the next spurt. Over and over again until every last drop of cum was drained from his balls and buried deep in his youngest son's ass. Chuck roared loudly and proudly, letting a few curse words fly free with his cum. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Take Daddy's fucking load! Fuckin' take it, boy! Fuck!" When his orgasm subsided, fresh sweat dampened and stained Chuck's uniform undershirt. The two finished with a breathless, passionate kiss, and then his father spanked him on the ass to get his attention. "You'll be late for practice." He said. The boy leaped from his dad's lap with a wet popping sound and rushed to put back on his soccer shorts and sneakers. Chuck stood and watched him, hands on his hips, his slimy cock still hard. "Don't forget this." He said, and Tyler sank to his knees in front of his dad. He sucked and licked the ten-inches clean and then stood smiling before his father. While Chuck stripped off his soiled shirt and trousers, Ty ran and grabbed his dad's green silkie shorts and shower shoes. "Alright, let's roll." Chuck said. Tucking his cock into his shorts, the two loaded up into Chuck's old Chevy Silverado. As they pulled up to the soccer field, they could see the team running drills. The Coach, Derek Holdsinger, a fellow father and SFC in the Army, an Infantry grunt, saw them coming and made his way to the edge of the parking lot. Holdsinger was thick all over, from his shaved head and wide-neck to his barrel-chest. He was strong and faster than he looked. He had matching sleeves of tribal tattoos that covered both arms to the wrist, and was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt with the team logo. Chuck rolled to a stop and Holdsinger leaned on the truck door at the passenger's open window. "You're late again, McGraw." Holdsinger said disapprovingly to Tyler as the boy unbuckled his seat belt. "Sorry Coach!" "Sorry? No excuse this time?" Holdsinger had his hands on the window frame preventing the kid from opening the door. He tapped the metal frame with his wedding ring for emphasis. "Sorry Coach," Chuck said, leaning back a bit with a smirk. "Afraid that was my fault. We were, busy, with something that needed taking care of." He let his hand stroke his cock along his inner thigh. His silkies with short and his cock was outside the liner in full view and hanging out of the shorts. "Oh yeah?" Holdsinger returned his smirk. "Go ahead and check," McGraw said, nodding at his son. Coach Holdsinger reached into the truck and Tyler obediently spread his legs. Coach was gentle as he shoved his middle finger up the youngster's ass and fingers fucked him for a moment. "Damn. That all you, Top?" He slid the finger back out and pushed his hand toward Tyler's face. Ty sucked on his fat, blunt finger like a cock, cleaning off the slime. "Naw, Bobby had a turn before me. Just got in from FTX. Had to take care of my boy." "Looks like he took care of you too." "He sure did. We'll try not to be late again, but if you wouldn't mind getting Ty here a ride home, I'm sure he'll make it up to you this time." Chuck said. Holdsinger said he'd be more than happy to help the kid, and that he'd take it out in trade. One of the only reasons Tyler liked soccer was that Coach Holdsinger liked to take turns fucking him and his own son, Stevie. "You and Stevie drop by afterward for a beer. Anna won't be home til after midnight." Chuck said. "We might just do that. Have to come up with some excuse for the wife." "Be good, Ty." Chuck said as his son jumped out of the truck to head to the soccer field. "He always is!" Coach Holdsinger replied, adjusting his crotch as McGraw pulled away. More to cum Feedback welcome and encouraged at huntergreenmuscle@yahoo.com (Seriously, if my stories get you hard let me know.)