Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2021 11:20:34 -0400 From: C W Subject: Chuck McGraw: Part 3 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 1993 - Jody - Worcester, MA After Chuck and his wife had their first kid, she decided to go back home to Massachusetts for her maternity leave. That way her parents and Chuck's dad would be able to spend time with their grandchild and she'd have plenty of help adjusting to being a mom. Chuck, now a Sergeant in the Army, was training hard because he'd just been accepted to go to Drill Sergeant School at Fort Jackson, SC. Mostly it was memorizing manuals and shit. Physically he was at peak performance. The previous year he'd spent a deal of time deployed near Kosovo with shit to do except exercise. He was 24 years old and rock-solid muscle, the envy of every man he encountered. Standing at six foot four inches and weighing in at 210 pounds, broad shouldered, trim waist, with 19-inch arms, women wanted to have sex with him and men wanted to be him. Men also wanted to have sex with him too, and he was okay with that. As long as he got his dick wet, he was a happy man. But as his time in Drill school grew closer, he deiced to take a few weeks of leave and drive up the coast to head back home prior to class. He didn't go home often. His old man was still kickin' around, but Army life kept him pretty busy. This was a rare opportunity before he spent the next few years as a Drill Sergeant, a notoriously demanding and time-consuming position. Early on Saturday morning before heading out on his Harley, a duffle lashed to the bike behind him, he swung by the house of one of his regulars. MAJ Stanton was married like him, and one of his lifting buddies. The Major was six feet tall, and an amateur bodybuilder and powerlifter. He was thickly muscled, and strong, but would never have a six pack. Stanton had also proved to be a more than adequate cocksucker with a hungry ass, and he'd been one of the regular rotation of cum dumpsters taking care of McGraw as the SGT's wife's pregnancy made sex more infrequent. Stanton was home alone, his wife and kids out somewhere. So, in the little time they had before she got home, McGraw was able to unload twice, the first in Stanton's mouth as he sucked him off in the garage while McGraw leaned against work bench, and the second time in the Major and his wife's bedroom. McGraw stayed dressed for the road the whole time, in full motorcycle leathers, boots, jeans, chaps, and heavy jacket, because it turned Staton on. McGraw like the look too. He admired himself in the dresser mirror and plowed the Major's muscle ass, bent over the floral quilt on his marriage bed. Despite the major being both senior in rank and about a decade older than the SGT, he moaned like a bitch and told McGraw to "fuck me harder, daddy!" McGraw unloaded deep in the Major's cunt with his second load that day, just as copious as his first. As Stanton was on his knees in the bedroom cleaning off the SGT's spent cock, they heard the front door open and then shut, and a woman call out, "Honey! We're home." Chuck shoved his meat back into his jeans while Stanton scrambled to put on a shirt and shorts, calling out to his wife that he'd be right there. The two of them walked to the front of the house and into the kitchen together. "Hey hon. SGT McGraw stopped by to get some cigars I promised him before he goes on leave," Stanton said to his wife by way of explanation. She readily accepted it and explained pleasantries with McGraw as she put away groceries. Three young kids, two girls and a boy, scattered throughout the house. Stanton walked McGraw outside to his bike and saw him off on his trip, the SGT's load slowly leaking out of his ass and making a wet spot on the back of his shorts. The young SGT lit up a stogie, started his bike's engine, and headed north. The ride up north from Fort Bragg took about 12 hours or so. It was about 10 am when he'd left MAJ Stanton's house on base, so he was planning on getting in pretty late. But he enjoyed the ride immensely. It wasn't often that he was able to take advantage of the open road for long rides. He loved the feel of it, the wind on his face, the rumble of the engine between his thighs. He felt free and powerful. When he stopped to fill up for gas, the day had grown warmer, and he took off the heavy leather jacket and lashed it to his duffle behind the saddle, leaving on just a tank top. He kept his chaps over his jeans, though. While he stood there by the bike, filling up his tank, across the pump from his was a family in minivan, the dad pumping gas and staring at the muscle god with naked awe. Smirking, with one hand on the nozzle, Chuck used his free hand to adjust his heavy junk in his jeans, snaking down his right thigh. The dad gulped and adjusted his glasses, and in the minivan, he heard the mom gasp. Looking over he saw that the whole family was watching him. The teenage son was practically drooling. He finished pumping gas, and when he replaced the nozzle, he looked at the boy in the back seat and gave a quick double bicep flex, and a wink, before laughing and getting back on the road. It was getting dark when he stopped again, this time for some dinner as well as gas. He was somewhere in New Jersey at rough looking truck stop that had a small diner attached. The diner was a bit grimy, with a long counter running the length, and booths up against the windows. At one end of the diner, where it attached to the gas station next door, as a bathroom. Straddling a barstool on the corner of the counter, he ate a burger with gusto and drank down a beer. The waitress told him he was pretty ripe and had the smell of the road on him. It had been a hot one all day, and the night was muggy with no signs of letting up. The place was mostly empty, most truckers trying to make it as far as possible before bedding down for the night somewhere, and it wasn't entirely dark yet. While he was finishing up his dinner, an older guy came in with a teenage kid that was obviously his son. The dad was in his 40's, lean, mostly grey hair and a beard, and wearing a blue, grease-stained work shirt. The kid was probably about 16 or 17, skinny, and looked miserable. Both men had the same thick eyebrows and hook nose that marked them as family. While the dad took a seat at one of the booths with his back to Chuck at the counter, the kid sat facing him. Chuck loved being looked at, admired, and worshiped, and he always knew when someone was watching him. Just the thought of being watched turned him on. And as soon as he saw the kid do a double take coming in, and then struggle to keep his eyes off of the muscled man at the counter, Chuck knew that the kid would do anything he wanted. He'd planned on getting back on the road right away, but he figured he could spare a few minutes for this. At first, he let the kid watch without giving away that he knew. He spread his thighs a bit wider and adjusted his crotch. His dick was already growing fatter. When the waitress was taking their order, he stretched and yawned loudly, his arms over his head, exposing his nipples as they slipped outside of his stretched tank top. Then he lowered his arms, flexing the biceps and his lats in a wide and aggressive stretch. Just as he let the stretch go, he looked the kid right in the eyes and smirked. The kid was like a frozen deer in headlights. He asked the waitress for a second beer, and then he pulled out another of the cigars Stanton had given him and lit it up as she placed a bottle in front of him. By now he figured he'd let the kid know he was on to him, and that he was interested. He stared intently at the kid in the booth with his father. He let his hand drift below the counter and squeeze his cock through his jeans. Even from this far away the kid could tell it was huge. The kid's own hand was under the table fondling his own cock out of sight of his dad. Chuck decided enough was enough and that the kid was ready. He stood up and threw some money down on the counter to pay for his meal. Grabbing his beer bottle, the cigar clenched in the corner of his mouth, he adjusted his dick one more time and headed toward the kid, and the bathroom. He locked eyes with the boy as he sauntered toward him, flicking his eyes once toward the men's room, before going past him and into the latrine. Inside was a dingy bathroom made up of a sink, a urinal, and a pair of stalls with wooden dividers. Chuck went over to the sink, a single light bulb over the scratched mirror. He admired the view he struck. Sweat-stained white tank top, 501's with black leather chaps, half-smoked Cuban. His dark and tanned hairy chest and arms, dogtags nestled between massive pectorals, tattoos on both shoulders, and his right forearm, thick veins going across and down his swollen biceps. His hair in a regulation-style flat top and his sharp jawline, and cleft chin. He oozed masculinity, a living GI Joe, and even turned himself on. Barely a minute had passed when the bathroom door opened and the kid stepped in, freezing in place as soon as he caught Chuck's gaze in the mirror over his shoulder. Chuck slowly turned around, leaned his ass back against the sink, plucked the cigar out of his mouth and simply asked the kid, "Well?" And then took a long draw from the bottle. It was all the permission the kid needed. He fell to his knees in front of Chuck and started fumbling with the button fly on the man's jeans. "Not right here you fucking idiot." Chuck said. He grabbed the kid by the neck of his shirt and hauled him back to his feet and shoved him forward to the toilet stall. With the kid sitting on the toilet, Chuck closed the door behind him. "Hold this," he demanded, handing the kid his beer. It was quicker and easier for him to undo his chaps and jeans and pull his own cock out. When he did, all the boy could get out was a mumbled "shit" before he was hungrily gobbling up as much as he could handle. Chuck took back he beer and let the boy blow him. The kid wasn't half bad. He'd clearly sucked a dick before and was doing his best to please the stranger. He didn't try to suck the dick like it was some sort of lollypop, but instead knew to use his mouth as a wet hole. He used both hands on the shaft of the massive ten inches, now rock hard and throbbing, stroking it in time with his head movement. After the long, hot day on the ride, Chuck could smell his own musky nuts through the cigar smoke, but it didn't seem to bother the teenager in the least. The kid worked on the balls, tugging down from the base like milking a cow. Chuck decided to let the boy do all the work, at one point resting his arms over the top of the stalls like a perverted Christ figure. They both froze when the outside door opened, and someone entered the bathroom. The intruder walked up to the urinal, and they heard him unzip, followed by his piss hitting the porcelain. "Vinnie," a voice called out. "Did you fall in or somethin'? With Chuck's nuts still in one hand and his shaft in the other, and with a terrified tremble, the kid replied. "Sorry Dad. Be right out. Almost done." It was clear to Chuck that the boy was scared and was going to wait until his old man had left the bathroom before finishing, but Chuck wasn't having it. He grabbed the kid's head in his hand and forced him back down on his dick. Terrified the teenager looked up at him, eyes pleading. Chuck mouthed the words suck it and pressed his cock further. "Well hurry up. Don't take all fuckin' day in there. I want to head home soon." And as Vinnie, the teenage cocksucker, continued to suck the SGT's cock, the boy's dad continued to piss. Shortly the man finished and left the bathroom to go back to the diner. When they were alone again, the boy resumed with even more enthusiasm than before. Chuck's orgasm crested and let the boy swallow every drop of cum. As soon as he stepped back to make room, the kid bolted from the bathroom to rejoin his father. After putting himself back together and making his own way out a minute after the kid, Vinne's dad caught Chuck's eye. "That your hog?" the older man said, while counting out cash to pay for his meal. "This old thing?" Chuck responded by grabbing his crotch and smiling. Laughing, Vinnie's dad said, "I mean the Harley outside. What is that a soft tail?" "Yeah, a '92." Chuck had paused to talk to the man, his crotch level with the booth's table. A wet spot was forming his jeans at the end of his dick. Clearly Vinnie hadn't gotten all of the load and a little remaining cum was leaking out. "It's nice. I've always wanted another one. I haven't ridden in years." "Yeah, been riding all day up from North Carolina. It's a smooth ride." "That's the life, bud." Vinnie's dad said wistfully. "Sure is. Nothing a man needs more in life than the open road, cold beer, and a warm and willing hole, am I right?" With this last line he placed a hand firmly young Vinnie's shoulder and squeezed. You would have thought he had squeezed the eyes right out of the kid's face. "You fucking know it." Vinnie's dad guffawed. Chuck McGraw glanced down at the boy and winked, leaving the dad laughing as he made his way outside and mounted his bike for the last portion of his journey. Being back in his hometown was similar to how it is with most Vets when they return. The saying is you can't go home again, and it runs true most of the time. His wife was enjoying spending time with her sisters and parents as they doted over the McGraw's son, Bobby. His full name was Charles Robert McGraw, Jr, but they'd already decided to just call him Bobby from his middle name. For the first few days Chuck's old man was around. Woody McGraw was still jacked, a former semi-pro bodybuilder and trainer. But he couldn't stay long, as he was working as a cross-country truck driver that summer and was headed out on a haul after spending just a couple of days with his grown boy and his new grandson. Chuck quickly grew bored, and so spent a few hours a day at his old gym, both for the workout and for the easy access to cocksuckers. The one bright spot was when he ran into Harry at his old gym. Harry Green was an old buddy of his, a mentor of sorts, and one of the reasons Chuck had joined the military in the first place. Harry had been a Marine in Vietnam, and they met when Chuck was 19 and Harry was 39, and despite the age difference they'd become fast friends. Harry was six foot tall, with silver flat top and thick horseshoe mustache. He had a few tattoos scattered across his well-muscled body but was naturally smooth. He was lean, carrying little to no body fat despite not caring what he ate. He was also a bit of a fighter and troublemaker. In fact, the two had met after Harry had gotten out of prison on a three-year stint for manslaughter. There had been a bar brawl, and some guy had died. Harry had gotten locked up and was starting over when he moved to Chuck's hometown to live with his brother Joe. Harry had joined up at the gym where Chuck worked out and it's there where they first met. He'd gotten used to a steady gym routine in jail and needed that again when he got out. The younger man became a pseudo trainer to older vet, helping him to train smarter and heavier, and the older man provided guidance when the younger asked about the military. They became drinking buddies and would often ride their motorcycles together. They'd even tag team fuck together too, both men and women. Harry's experience in prison taught him that men were better cocksuckers than women and had fewer hang ups. Chuck had learned that a lot earlier and had a regular stable of willing mouths and asses in town, and at the gym. After a heavy shoulder day, Chuck was recuperating in the steam room at the old gym, kicked back on the upper bench, head leaning back against the tile and eyes closed, enjoying a blowjob from some blonde jock a few years his junior home from college, when the door to the steam room opened and Harry walked in. "Holy shit! Look what the cat dragged in!" Harry said, getting Chuck's attention. Chuck opened his eyes and smiled big. He sat up, placing a hand on the jock's head to keep it in place. "Whats up, old man?! How ya been?" He said, joyfully. The two men grasped hands in a firm handshake. "Who's this then?" Harry asked, indicated the blonde on his knees. "No fucking idea. I never caught his name," McGraw said, "but he's doing an okay job of sucking my dick." The jock started to sit up. He got as far as "My name is" before Chuck shoved his dick back into his mouth. "No one cares. Keep sucking" Harry climbed up and sat beside Chuck. He was naked, carrying a gym towel over his shoulder. It had been a few years since the men had seen each other. Chuck, now 24, had filled out immensely since then. He'd been a hugely impressive 19-year-old when he'd left home for the service, but since then he had transformed into a muscle god. Harry told him so, saying that he was finally "all grown up" and not a "snot-nosed kid" anymore. Chuck took the good-natured ribbing as it was intended and gave back in kind. He told Harry that he was looking okay for someone "so old" and that he hoped he was still lifting like Chuck had taught him. While they caught up, they made the blonde, nameless jock blow the both of them, taking turns on the men's cocks. The jock was unable to swallow all ten inches of the younger man's uncut dick but did a better job of it on Harry's circumcised eight inches, though he still struggled. The boy would suck on one and use a free hand to stroke the other, while the men more-or-less ignored him other than to occasionally use a hand on the back of his blonde head to force him a little further down until he choked. By silent agreement they decided to cum at the same time, both of them standing, and stroking, blowing their loads onto the kneeling jocks pretty, but otherwise anonymous, face and into his waiting mouth. Their loads spent, they walked out and into the showers, leaving the boy kneeling on the tiles furiously stroking his own cock, and trying to get as much of the mens' cum into his mouth. Leaving the gym, the men went nearby to get a beer, and continue talking. In the four years since Chuck had left, Harry was still living at his brother's place. He knew it wouldn't be much longer and was looking at his own place near the garage where he worked as a mechanic. But he said it would be a shame to leave, that he had a pretty sweet set-up with some really good perks as it was. He didn't elaborate. He was impressed, if not surprised, with Chuck's rise from Private to Sergeant in only four years. He said so, with some gentle ribbing about the Army just giving away rank, unlike the Corps. Harry also congratulated Chuck on the birth of his son. Harry's own son was 12 but lived with Harry's ex-wife in Florida. "Man, I remember when she was pregnant though. I never had to jerk off so much in my life!" Harry said, a few beers in. "That because it took you going to prison to realize the world is full of willing cocksuckers just dying to drain your balls for you," replied Chuck. "Sure as fuck is. Glad I learned my lesson about that. I'm guessing you weren't hurtin' when the missus wouldn't give it up." "Hell no. Look at me!" Chuck raised both his arms, spread wide and flexed a bit. "I drain my balls twice a day at least, and I've got a list of regulars waiting. If all else fails, there is always the bookstore off-post with the glory holes. I still can't believe that out of all of your time in the Corps that you never got blown through a glory hole!" "I was too busy either getting in trouble or fucking bitches. Sometimes it was both at once. I'm surprised I don't have more kids out there somewhere." "You probably do, and you just don't know it." "Probably.? "How about now?" Chuck asked. "I mean, other than my sloppy seconds in the gym today, you got something going on with anyone?" "I've got a few. I'm not hurting for getting my dick wet, that's for sure. I'm not as much of a super stud as you are, but I'm pretty well off." "Oh yeah?" "I've even got a regular cocksucker. He takes care of me almost every day, like clockwork." "Good on you man. I told you. A hungry faggot is everyman's best friend." "Cheers to that!" Said Harry, raising his beer bottle, and the two men clinked their drinks together. "Maybe you'll introduce me to your personal fag, and I can introduce him to my 10-incher, huh." "Hell no! You might break him with that monster. I'm not sure he can handle it." "Aww come on. After all the mouths, pussies, and asses we've shared." "I don't know, bud. This one is young. You'll scare him." "The young ones love me. I ruin them for all other men afterward." Chuck said with a cocky, self-satisfied laugh. Then he told Harry about the teenager at the truck stop on the way up who sucked his cock with his father in the bathroom with them. The two began swapping stories, each one crazier and kinkier then the last. Finally, the night drew to a close and the two parted ways with promises to hang out the following day. The garage where Harry worked was small but busy in the small industrial town. It had three bays and a small waiting room. It was owned by Paulie Stiffredi, a bull of a man with a thick walrus mustache twice the size of Harry's. Paulie had a heavy Boston accent and said 'fuck' almost every other word. It was about mid-afternoon when Chuck pulled up to the garage on his Harley and parked it right beside the one he recognized as Harry's old soft tail with the white tank and green pin-striping, alongside a couple of others. Paulie and most of the other mechanics were bikers. Inside he found Harry working on a crawler under a truck, wearing blue coveralls. Three other men were also working on vehicles in the other two bays, one beneath a car up on a lift. There was a middle-aged woman in the waiting room, seen through the greasy window, and Paulie the owner was at his desk in the closed office behind the waiting room and counter. Chuck sat down on some old, discarded car bucket seat beside the office door to wait. "Hunter!" came Harry's yell from beneath the pick-up. "Get me a ? inch socket!" A young kid popped up from the other side of the far vehicle, a maroon Volvo station wagon, and ran to the large toolbox on the back wall. He was dressed in overalls as well, but Chuck figured he couldn't be old enough to work there. There was no way that kid was 16. The kid rushed over to Harry's outstretched hand and gave him a socket, before rushing back to whatever he was doing before. Before long, the work on the Volvo was apparently finished and the mechanic working on it, a trim, clean-shaven guy with long, straight hair pulled back into a braid halfway down his back and held back with a folded bandana tied around his forehead like Axel Rose, closed the hood. The kid scrambled to pick up the tools, and put them all away, wiping each one down with a rag first, while the mechanic backed the car out of the bay. Chuck appreciated the organization and efficiency of the crew. A few minutes later, the woman in the waiting room was driving off, and the long-haired mechanic came back into the garage from the office. Looking at the kid, he asked, "All cleaned off and put away?" meaning the tools. "Yup." "Good. Go grab me a beer." The kid ran off as the mechanic disappeared into a door behind the garage bay. The kid followed him soon after, a can of Bud for the mechanic in his hand. Chuck talked to Harry as he worked on the truck, catching up and swapping stories, everything from military shit and deployment to sex stories. Each of the sex stories got more and more outrageous than the last. Chuck was surprised to hear Harry talk openly about nailing guys where the other men in the shop could hear, but Harry told him they were all cool with it, and were getting plenty on the side as well. "In fact, if you head over to the latrine there, you'll probably find a surprise waiting for you." Harry said, nodding toward the back of the garage and a closed door. "Oh yeah?" asked Chuck. "Go find out. I'll be done here in a bit." Chuck headed to the door. When he entered, he saw metal lockers and an open latrine. Obviously, the set of ten or so wall lockers, fronted by an old wooden bench bolted to the concrete floor were for the mechanics to change out of their coveralls or keep their personal belongings. On the other side of the room was a sink, urinal, and a single stall. At first the room appeared empty, but the stall door was closed. Walking up to the urinal, Chuck looked down and saw a large hole bored through the wooden wall of the stall. He decided to see if the person on the other side was willing and able to a take on his Soldier cock. Unbuckling his belt, he unbuttoned his fly and pulled his cock free from his jeans. He stood there, hands resting on his hips, as he unleashed a powerful stream of hot piss into the porcelain urinal. He let his head roll back and let out a heavy, contented sigh. He always found it paid off to make plenty of noise. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a mouth and tongue hovering on the other side of the glory hole, waiting. When his piss stream subsided, he turned to the glory hole. He didn't bother to shake first. Most cocksuckers craved piss as much as cum if they could admit it to themselves. This one certainly didn't complain, but eagerly swallowed as much of SGT McGraw's cock as he could. The faggot on the other side the wall was good, better than teenager at the truck stop or the blonde jock in the gym. As Chuck gripped the top of the stall wall, he realized this was the best blow job he'd had in weeks. He figured it was probably the long-haired mechanic with the headband. That ponytail would make a nice handle for face fucking him or riding his ass. But this blow job was good. He wasn't rushing like a lot of fags do, trying to get to the goal. He was taking his time. He was making love to that cock, worshiping it. He slid his tongue under the foreskin, swirling it around the sensitive glands. He wasn't treating the cock like a lollipop, trying to suck off the skin, but was using his mouth like a soft, warm, and wet hole, lightly sucking while stroking with both hands. McGraw was satisfied to be worshiped and worked on, standing there. Eventually the talented cocksucker on the other side of the glory hole brought him to orgasm. It was a good and powerful one too, Chuck letting out a roar that they surely heard outside in the noisy garage. The spasms that racked his body caused him to nearly rip the stall wall down, the wood cracking under his grip. And the fag on the other side eagerly swallowed every drop, milking his monster cock dry. Chuck stuffed his dick back into his jeans and was still buttoning up when he walked back into the garage bay. Harry was waiting for him, having just finished working on the truck. He was leaning against the grill with his arms crossed and smiling as the young bull emerged. "So, how was it?" Harry asked, smiling. "Pretty fucking good." "I knew you'd appreciate it." "That the regular cocksucker you were talking about?" Chuck asked him. "Pretty sure it was." "Well, he was damn good." "I taught him everything he knows. Trained him up right." Harry said, proudly. "That there was a natural born cocksucker. You may have taught him a few things, but thatÉwhewÉthat faggot was born to suck dick!" Chuck leaned heavily against the hood of the truck. "I won't argue with you there, chief. From the very first, he was good, and has only gotten better with practice. His ass is pretty sweet too." "If it's half as good as his mouth, I want a crack at it before I head home, thats for damn sure." Said Chuck, grabbing his crotch. "Did you hear that, Hunter?" Harry said, looking past the Chuck's shoulder. "My buddy here wants to spend some more time with you. Do you think you'd like that?" Chuck looked back toward the latrine. Just emerging from the door wasn't the long-haired mechanic as he expected, but the young kid he'd seen running tools back and forth. He goggled as the boy came over, almost swaggered, to Harry and Chuck. "I'd like that a lot, Uncle Harry!" Said the boy, beaming up at Chuck. He sidled up next to the old Marine, who put a greasy arm around his shoulders. The boy barely came halfway up to Chuck's massive frame. Looking more closely, he could tell the kid definitely wasn't 16. He had short brown hair and green eyes and the front of his coveralls had a wet spot over his crotch. "Chuck, I want to introduce you to my brother's kid, Hunter. Hunter, this is SGT Chuck McGraw, who I told you about before. But then, you've sorta met, haven't you?" Hunter stuck his small hand out and Chuck shook it, engulfing it with his large, callused mitt. "We sure have, Uncle Harry." The boy smiled up sweetly. Chuck was a bit put out. To have a kid that young (how old was he anyway) be a better cock sucker than men and women twice his age was a shock. And the kid clearly enjoyed it. It was so wrong. Perverted. But the innocent smile on this apple-cheeked boy belayed his talent. "Hunter, why don't you get this shit cleaned up and put away for me. I'll be out back with Chuck here having a beer when you're done." Hunter jumped to it right away while the two men walked away. Leaning up against the loading dock out back and drinking cold beer out of cans, Harry told Chuck the whole story, about how he'd had to move in with his brother after getting out of prison a couple years ago, about how he ended up sharing a basement bedroom with the kid, and then finding the boy watching his porn VHS tapes, teaching him to jerk off before moving onto everything else. For the past few years Harry had been fucking around with his nephew while living in his brother's house. The kid was a natural cock sucker and bottom. When Harry decided to open up a bit and share the kid with a buddy, he found out exactly what a cock-hungry little slut the kid could be. He even convinced his brother, the kid's father, to let the kid work at the Stiffredi's garage where Harry was working for some cash under the table, convincing him that it would be good for the kid to be around some real masculine men. His brother was already concerned that the kid would turn out to be a sissy faggot, agreed that the job might toughen him up a bit, being around a masculine influence. What he didn't know is that his son was now a cum bucket for a gang of manly mechanics. Each guy there had their turn on the young kid every time he was there, as well as a few of the customers willing to brave the mechanics bathroom to discover the glory hole. Hell, some guys, once they learned what was on offer, made a regular part of their routine to stop by for a blow and go. One of them was even a local State Trooper who got his rocks off with the kid once or twice a week. The kid's official job might have been running tools and cleaning up, but his real work was pleasing men. While they talked the long-haired mechanic came out to join them and introduced himself as Rob. The others soon joined them as well, the loading dock area serving as a break area where the mechanics could drink, smoke, and relax when the work was done or between jobs. Steve was a guy almost as big as Chuck, if not as well muscled, and in his mid-30's, with a blond, balding, buzz-cut and beard. AJ was about Chuck's age, 25, with spiky black hair and goatee, the shortest of the group, barely 5'5", and already had a ton of tattoos. They all started sharing stories, mostly about their first times with Hunter, about finding out about the young little slut, and then finding out how much they enjoyed it. "Where is that boy, by the way?" Harry asked the other guys at one point. AJ responded, "Last I saw the boss had him under the desk choking on his meat." The men laughed and nodded, as this was a common occurrence. As if summoned, Hunter came through the door then carrying a six pack of beer, which he then passed out to the men. It was just one of the tasks he had at the Garage, part of keeping the men satisfied. "We were just talking about you." Harry said to his nephew. "Oh yeah? Good things I hope, Uncle Harry." "Yeah, all good things, slugger. Especially about your special talents." The boy beamed at the praise. "In fact, if Paulie didn't wear you out, you feel like demonstrating some of those special skills?" The boy nodded eagerly. "Steve, AJ, y'all have your chance yet today?" Steve replied that he hadn't had the chance, and AJ said he'd fed the kid a load first chance he got a few hours ago, but that he wanted a crack at the boy's hole before heading home to his family. While everyone gathered around, the two men undid their coveralls enough to pull their cocks out while the boy kneeled on the ground in front of them. Without any guidance he took turns sucking their dicks and stroking their cocks simultaneously. Chuck, his own cock already hard again from listening to the men regale him with stories of the boy, undid his jeans to free his beast, and started to stroke while watching. As if sensing the superior cock behind him, the boy looked over his shoulder and shifted to go to the larger and fatter dick. But Chuck, using his most authoritative quiet voice said, "No, boy. You keep doing what you're doing. Don't worry about me. If I think you do a good enough job with these other men, I might let you get another taste." Then in a lower growl, he added, "If you do a really good job, I'll fuck your little faggot ass with this here meat." He punctuated that last by slapping his ten inches with his palm with an audible smack. Hunter turned back to the mechanics and returned to working on their dicks with gusto, showing off how he could deep through either cock without ever slowing down on his hand job. Soon all of the men had their dicks in their hands, enjoying the show. AJ took a seat on an old tire on the ground and pulled the kid onto his lap, effortlessly spearing him with his short but extremely thick beer can dick. It turns out that the special small-sized coveralls the kid was wearing included a zippered hole placed just right so that the men could fuck him through the uniform without the kid having to get undressed. AJ picked up the pace pretty quickly, bouncing the kid up and down, fucked by the stocky mechanic, the slapping sounds sounding like applause. The men formed a semi-circle around the pair, all stroking. "He takes that cock like a pro." Chuck said mostly to Harry with admiration. "Well, he's probably got a load up there from the boss already. But yeah, he's well-trained. He's never had one as big as you though. You've got a few inches over the rest of us." The other men laughed or nodded in agreement. AJ was soon unloading in the boy's ass, holding the boy down and hugging him tightly. As soon as it appeared that the man was finished, Steve, the big, bearded, blonde, grabbed the kid by the lapel of his coveralls and pulled him off of AJ's dick to kneel on the ground in front of him. He roughly shoved his dick into the boy's mouth. His coveralls were opened all the way, revealing a very furry chest and stomach covered in curly blond hair down to a thick bush and hair balls covered in light-colored hair. Once again, the boy proved that he could take a man's cock to the root, his eyes only watering a little as his mouth was filled with meat. Steve was uncut with massive balls. He used both his hands on either side of the boy's head and guided him onto his cock, driving the kid back and forth. AJ stood up, wiping his dick off and flinging the excess cum to the concrete. He put away his dick and made his goodbyes as he headed home to his wife and kids. Chuck moved behind Hunter then and pushed his black leather boot against the kid's coveralls and abused asshole. Cum leaked out of the boy's hole and onto the boot's toe as he pressed, using his foot to guide the boy to a doggy-style position. It was defiantly more than just one man's load. Steve began grunting as he got closer to coming. Winking at Steve, Chuck kneeled down behind the kid and placed his dick at the boy's sphincter. He pulled his foreskin back and rubbed his fat cockhead against the boys lips, mixing his precum with the other men's loads. The boy instinctually began to scoot back onto the man's cock, but Chuck grabbed his hips and prevented him from doing so. Then Steve was cumming and Hunter was swallowing the blonde's load. Slowly Chuck began easing his cock into the boy's hungry hole. At first, he opened up easily to the young man's cock, but he got tighter inch-after-inch. Steve's orgasm slowed down and stopped, and the hungry bottom swallowed every drop before releasing the mechanic's uncut dick. As the bearded man stuffed his cock into his coveralls, Chuck worked another inch into the boy's shitter. A gasp escaped and the boy went to go pull forward but was stopped by Chuck's grasp on his hips. Harry replaced Steve on the boy's front end, kneeling on the ground and feeding his dick to his young nephew. "You remember how big Chuck's cock was when you were sucking him off though the glory hole?" Chuck asked Hunter. The boy, mouth full of his uncle's dick, looked up into Harry's face. Chuck flexed his dick inside the boy's asshole. Hunter flinched. "Well, he's gonna fuck you with that baseball bat. And right now, he's only about halfway in." The boy's eyes bulged in fear and anticipation, and Chuck eased another inch in. Slowly but surely the young Sergeant worked all ten inches inside the young teenager's ass. He looked down to admire how the hairless hole stretched around his massive meat, eight inches around at the base. As he slowly fucked the boy, his dark pubic hair clung to his veiny shaft. He spit on his cock to add to the lube and other men's cum. Harry let Chuck control the pace as the boy moaned around his uncle's dick, as he adjusted to the biggest cock he'd ever had. But Chuck had already cum not an hour earlier, and had plenty of stamina, the energy of a 24-year-old Soldier. Harry fed his nephew his second cumload of the day and stood up to lean against the loading dock with Steve and Rob to enjoy the show. The three men drank beer and watched as the six-foot four muscular man fucked the eager young teen. Chuck pulled his cock out, making the boy cry out. As he stood up, he grabbed the boy around the waist. Handling him like a rag doll, he flipped the boy around, throwing his legs over his muscular arms. Chuck planted both feet in a wide stance. Hunter grabbed Chuck around the neck and the Sergeant lower the boy back onto his throbbing meat while standing in the loading dock, with a quick assist from Harry as he aimed Chuck's slime covered dick at the target. The boy was still tight, but he more readily accepted the grown man's massive cock. The men watching cheered and encouraged Soldier and the teenager. Paulie Sr, the owner of the shop, came through the rear door then. "So, this is where all you lazy fuckers went!" Rob said, "Just relaxing boss." "You look plenty of relaxed, now. You and Steve get out front and help my son finish and clean up." "Isn't cleaning up why we got the kid?" Asked Steve a little petulantly. "It looks to me like the kid has more than he can handle right now. Get!" The blonde and the long-haired mechanic both downed the rest of their beers and went back through into the garage while Paulie settled in next to Harry to enjoy the show, grabbing the last beer of the six pack. "You want some of this after I'm done?" Chuck asked, grinning at the audience, never slowing his pace. He worked the boy on his dick like he was doing bicep curls. The kid cried out loudly, mostly in pleasure. "Naw," said Paulie. "I already knocked up the kid earlier. What you've got there are my sloppy seconds." "Seconds, thirds and probably more from what I've seen of this little slut," laughed Chuck. "But there ain't nothing sloppy about this tight little hole. Well, not until I'm done with it, that is." All the men laughed, and the boy moaned loudly. When his orgasm came, Chuck held the boy, looking him dead in the eyes. His cock pumped 4, 5, 6 times and then three more, as cum attempted to fill the crammed hole. The boy clearly loved every second of it, but it still felt a little wrong, a little obscene. And Chuck enjoyed it too. The man loved his cock and how big it was, bigger than everyone else's. But inside the teenager, his cock looked and felt even bigger than it ever had before. The boy was so tight that cum couldn't leak out, not until he lifted the kid high enough to dislodge his dick. When he did multiple loads of cum poured out onto the dirty concrete floor of the loading dock and onto his boots. The other two men cheered and raised their beer cans to the man in a toast. Chuck had a few more days yet to spend up north with his wife and their families with the new baby, but he made sure to spend a little time every day with Harry and his nephew Hunter before he left. The boy was nearly as insatiable as Chuck was himself, and he made sure to get as much cum out of the young SGT as he could. More to cum.