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Subject: Chuck McGraw Part 7 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: hoo 2000 – Easy like Sunday Morning -Fort Bragg, NC It was early summer on a Sunday morning as the 31-year-old SFC Chuck McGraw was out on his morning run. The Soldier stood six foot four inches in his bare feet and weighed in at 235 pounds of of rock solid muscle. His tattooed arms were 20 inches around with thick veins and deep cuts, impressive muscle definition. He wore his hair in a marine recon style high-and-tight, level flat on top, and had a thick mustache that pushed the regulations to the limit. His cartoonishly square chin was scruffy as he hadn’t shaved yet this morning. His short, dark body hair was plastered to his chest and stomach with dripping sweat from the heat and his exertion. He wore only his m-frame Oakleys, dogtags, wrist watch, wedding band, black silkies with the Yellow Ranger tap logo, white socks and cross trainers. His massive quads caused his silkies to ride up so that it looked like he was wearing a speedo, and his ten-inch monster cock stretched the material to its absolute limit. His morning run was part of his daily ritual, seven days a week. It was important to him that he always remained battle ready. Every day he got up before his family, strapped on his shoes, and ran, rain or shine. This morning was particularly hot and humid as only a summer in Georgia can be. He was sweating so much that his socks were soaked. He slowed as he came up on his single-story house. The base housing was simple, and each house was nearly istanbul travesti identical. The driveway was empty as his wife and two sons, now 7 and 3, would be at church. He paused for a few minutes to stretch his hamstrings on the porch railing before fishing his house key out of his shorts inner pocket and unlocking the front door. He walked through the living room, into the kitchen, where he unlocked the back door. Without checking he turned around and walked down the hall to the master bedroom. He had barely reached the room before he heard the back door open and then close again. He kicked off his sneakers, peeled off his wet socks and silkies, tossing them in the clothes hamper in the corner. Then he leaned back against the dresser, resting his palms on the edge. In the bedroom doorway already on his knees was his neighbor CPT Brandon Donner. This was another part of his morning ritual, at least on Sundays or whenever his wife’s car was absent from the driveway. When that was the case the young married officer would let himself in the back door ready to suck SFC McGraw’s cock or do whatever the superior man want to him. McGraw took his sunglasses off, laid them on the dresser, and nodded at the Captain. Once he was given permission the grown man crawled across the carpeted floor and took up his station kneeling before the NCO and hungrily taking the ripe, uncut monster dick in his drooling mouth. Donner was a good cocksucker. Although he was married to a woman, had three kids of his own, and as far as anyone else knew he was straight, the West Point graduate was a expert fucking fag, taking McGraw’s huge meat down his throat and up his cunt kadıköy travesti like a pro. He’d been a regular receptacle for McGraw almost as soon as the officer had moved in next door. He’d come initially come over to McGraw’s house to complain about the NCO blasting Metallica music while he worked out in his garage at his home gym early on a weekend. Instead of intimidating the NCO with his officer’s rank, Donner ended up swallowing the SFC’s load that very first day after he’d been thoroughly fucked while being bent over McGraw’s Harley parked in the garage next to the squat rack. Donner loved cock and could never get enough of it. His wife had no clue, of course. Neither did McGraw’s wife. But they quickly worked out an arrangement. When Chuck’s wife’s car wasn’t parked out front, and the back door was unlocked or the garage door was open, Donner would come over and do whatever the NCO wanted. Usually that meant a blowjob in the master bedroom, but often enough it could mean getting fucked in nearly any room in the house; over the couch, the kitchen table, or Chuck’s bed. Occasionally when McGraw was feeling particularly horny he’d go over to Donner’s house to demand his due. It didn’t matter to McGraw wether or not Donner’s family was home. He’d let the CPT come up with whatever excuse or lie was necessary to tell his wife so that they were able to go off somewhere and fuck. He’d been summoned away from dinners, kids birthday parties, and family movie night in order to receive a load from McGraw. If it was just him home with the kids, Donner would put on a cartoon and turn up the volume in the living room, and lead McGraw back to his own bedroom bakırköy travesti where SFC McGraw would rail his asshole and breed his cunt. Today McGraw was just in a mood for a blow job. He leaned back and let Donner do his best. He’d learned quickly how the SFC liked his cock serviced. None of that hard vacuum sucking that so many ammeters do. McGraw liked a wet mouth, lots of hands action, stroking, and occasionally pulling on his huge nut sack. He like the sensitive glands under his foreskin toyed with. Donner was forbidden to touch himself while pleasuring McGraw. The man was dressed in a coach’s t-shirt for his kid’s soccer team and a pair of khaki shorts. His cock pressed hard against the fabric and zipper. When McGraw decided to stand up straight and fuck the CPT’s face, Donner obediently put his hands behind his back in the position of Parade Rest. No matter how much the man choked or his eyes watered he never fought the SFC’s face-fucking. He accepted it and concentrated on breathing through his nose. Reaching the crest of his orgasm, McGraw pulled his cock out of the fag’s mouth and, placing one hand on the top of the CPT’s head, used his other fist to stroke out his load. He busted his not all over the man’s face and chest, coating him with superior jizz. Blast after blast shot onto him, some in his open mouth and waiting tongue, but most of it flew all over. As his bursts subsided, Chuck let Donner resume sucking, and even used his cock to help push some of the cum on the man’s face into his mouth. The t-shirt looked like the cum rag of a porn flick. Chuck guessed he’d either have to change or accept wearing McGraw’s load to his kid’s game today. Finished, Chuck pulled free and stepped away, headed to take a shower in the Master bath. He didn’t bother watching CPT Donner leave. Sometimes there is nothing better than having an on-call cocksucker living next door. More to Cum Let me know what you think: hoo

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