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Subject: Chuck McGraw Part 9 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 Chapter 9 – 2004 – Ground Pounder – Tikrit, Iraq Since FOB Dagger was a small outpost, the smallest in Saladin Province, and was staffed with a larger than normal amount of officers, it was up to all of the younger troops to pull double duty with things like guard duty. There were three guard towers on the post, aside from the front gate, which needed to be manned constantly. Ideally two soldiers would be positioned in each tower for 2-hour shifts, but due to lack of personnel that was sometimes reduced to a single soldier for three hour shifts. E5’s ended up pulling shifts as well. SPC Garver was on the 0300-0600 shift and positioned in the guard tower facing Southeast, over the motor pool on the inside, and outward over the wall to some barren rocky terrain that stretched on for miles. The tower was mounted via a steel ladder that emerged from a hole in the floor near the rear. The sides were lined with filled sandbags, and a 50 caliber machine gun stood on a mount toward the front. He was paired with PFC Dunagan, who was loud, boisterous, and told impossible stories of his so-called sexual exploits that everyone in the platoon knew were complete bullshit. An hour into the shift and Garver had already checked his watch four times, counting down the minutes until he could get away from this doofus. He let his thoughts wander. When Dunagan talked about getting his dick sucked, Garver thought back to the night before, when he had spent 15 minutes exploring SFC McGraw’s uncut monster cock. McGraw had sat back in a camp chair and let Garver take his time serving him. It had become an almost daily ritual. Sometime the SFC was rough, choking Garver on his meat, face fucking him until he came. Other times McGraw was satisfied to sit back and enjoy the administrations of his own private cocksucker. Garver, for his part, was able to relax, knowing that not only was there someone who knew he was gay amongst his teammates, but valued that fact. McGraw was terrifying, but Garver was starting to see him as a mentor, and maybe he was falling a little in love with the older, married man. The quiet night, and Dunagan’s incessant prattle, was cut off by the rattle of the metal ladder, and the tower shook as someone began to climb. Dunagan looked down the access ladder of the tower while Garver kept watch over the landscape. His spine shivered and he felt a twinge in his groin as he recognized the voice of SFC McGraw as he emerged into the guard tower. “Dunagan. I want you to PMCS the commander’s Humvee. It looks like fucking shit. Make sure you clean the windshield and clean out the trash. Do it now. I’ll finish your shift up here. When I’m done, I’m going to inspect your work personally.” Dunagan didn’t dare question the sergeant but grabbed his rifle and hightailed it down the ladder. Garver hadn’t turned his head, doing his best to remain still istanbul travesti and on guard. When the PFC was gone, he felt McGraw’s looming presence behind him, so close he could feel the bigger man breathing on his neck. He could smell his after shave and the bit of natural musk the man had. A large hand cupped his right ass cheek through his uniform, and he jumped just a little bit. The sergeant leaned in close, his other hand on SPC’s shoulder, pressing his bulge into the Specialist’s ass. “I think it’s time we broke this pussy in.” McGraw said in a low growl. “I missed waking up with your lips around my cock. And I’m horny as fuck.” The two of them had gotten in the habit of Garver being woken by McGraw with a short, barked order and Garver leaping out of bed to service the platoon sergeant’s ten-inch morning hard on. McGraw said it made the day easier if he drained his balls into a faggot’s mouth first thing in the morning, although Garver hadn’t seen it ease his attitude at all. For two weeks now he’d been sucking down every drop of cum from McGraw, morning and night, and sometimes noon as well. The man never seemed to run out of cum and was always horny. Garver was left to take care of his own dick on his own time. He was never allowed to touch himself when serving the SFC. McGraw didn’t want him distracted. “Drop your pants.” McGraw ordered. Garver complied. He didn’t have any underwear on. The SFC had made him throw them all away. McGraw ran his hand up the crack of Garver’s ass. Garver could feel the calluses and the blunt fingers of the bigger man as they grazed the inside his cheeks. McGraw knew that Garver had been fucked before. He also knew that the SPC had never been fucked by a man like him. “Bend over. Big Sarge is gonna fuck the shit out of you,” he ordered. Garver bent forward, using the 50 Cal to maintain his balance and laying his rifle on the sandbags in front of him. He was fully geared up in his kevlar helmet and flak jacket, making him a bit top-heavy. The SFC used his boots to kick the SPC’s feet as far apart as he could, constrained as he was by his trousers lowered to his boot tops. McGraw spit into his palm and pressed it against the boy’s asshole and then slowly began to work his finger inside. He was almost gentle at first, running his finger along the sensitive sphincter, teasing it open. He’d alternate between his thumb and pointer, pressing against the kid’s cunt. With his other hand he freed his monster meat from his own trousers through the button fly, and he slowly stroked it. Soon he’d gotten his finger past the second bend and to his knuckle. Garver let out a moan. “Shut up,” McGraw quietly barked right into Garver’s ear. “And you’d better keep on fuckin’ guard. Do you think you’re here to fuckin’ play? You’re on duty, Specialist!” As he berated the young Soldier, he continued to drive his finger in and out of his quivering hole. He worked the second digit in beside the first. “Specialist Garver, what are your General Orders?” Automatically Garver began to recite the General Orders that all Soldiers kadıköy travesti memorize in Basic Training. “I will guard everything within the limits of my post and quit my post only when properly relieved.” McGraw pulled his first two fingers out and replaced them with his thumb, pulling downward. “I will obey my special orders and perform all my duties in a military manner.” McGraw swirled his thumb around, pulled it out and shoved the first two fingers back in, adding a third, his ring finger. By now the boy’s ass was so sensitive he could feel his SFC’s wedding ring when his knuckle reached his cunt lips. “I will report violations of my special orders, emergencies, and anything not covered in my instructions to the commander of the relief.” McGraw fucked the boy with his hand as he stroked his own cock with his right hand. Garver was gasping for breath and doing his best to concentrate on the open field before him, scanning for danger.” “It’s a damn shame that I forgot to bring any lube,” McGraw said, the lie falling from his lips with a sneer. “This is gonna hurt a bit. For you, that is.” He withdrew his fingers from the boy’s ass. Using one hand he yanked him by the hip so that his ass met his waiting cock. McGraw wiped his cockhead up and down the young Soldier’s crack, slathering his now-tender sphincter with the precum he’d been building up. Garver didn’t know it yet, but he was lucky that McGraw was a prodigious dripper, regularly producing tons of precum. Garver first felt the wetness of the pre-ejaculate fluid before the blunt head as McGraw’s cock pressed against him. “Breath, boy. Big Sarge ain’t gonna hurt you, not too much.” Garver gritted his teeth as his hole was forced open slowly by the massive tool, and he nearly yelped when it popped past the first ring. It left his gasping and gripping the sandbags in front of him. “That’s just the tip, boy. You’re in for a treat once I get my whole cock inside of ya.” It took some time. McGraw had to cover Garver’s mouth at one point to keep him from yelling out and giving the game away by the time he’d reached the second ring. When McGraw had worked all ten inches into SPC Garver’s ass, the boy’s eyesight had gone blurry in ecstasy. It’d been months since Garver had been fucked, not since before deploying. He’d never been fucked like this before, nor by such a massive cock. Occasionally SFC McGraw would have to lean back and spit on his cock for a little more lube as the friction of fucking raw wore the boy’s hole out. Even if there had been lube to hand, it wouldn’t have been enough. Garver braced himself against the gun mount and McGraw used the straps on the Soldier’s flak jacket to manhandle him while fucking his ass. McGraw was gentler than he would’ve like to have been. But he built up speed until he was in risking being heard, shaking the whole guard tower as his crotch slammed against the Soldier’s ass noisily, his large sack crashing into the boy’s smaller one audibly. Just as they were getting into a steady rhythm, the tower radio crackled to life, the SG requesting bakırköy travesti the hourly status update. Tower One and Tower Two responded quickly, both men sounding bored. When Garver made no move to respond, McGraw, who had never stopped thrusting, punched the back of Garver’s helmet. “Fucking answer him.” McGraw snarled and slammed his cock into Garver’s ass. Garver quickly fumbled for the radio, pressing the button. “This is Tower” (THRUST) “UGH, Three. Status is” (THRUST) “UGH, Green. No Change.” (THRUST) “UGH, Over.” “This is Sierra Golf. Tower Three, Acknowledged. Are you alright? You sound odd. Over.” “This is Tower Three,” Garver responded, still getting railed slowly and forcibly by his Platoon Sergeant, “I’m fine. Just” (THRUST) “UGH. Doing air squats to stay warm.” (THRUST) “UGH. Over.” “Roger. Sierra Golf OUT” came the response. Garver gratefully dropped the radio as SFC McGraw picked up his pace. “Fucking lying to an NCO, Garver? Un-fucking-believable. I thought you knew better.” He grabbed the back collar of Garver’s vest with one hand, the other gripping his hip hard enough that tomorrow there would be a clear bruise of fingerprints. “I’ll have to put you under some corrective training for that.” McGraw’s voice dropped even lower. He was growling now, like a beast, his ten-inch dick moving like a piston in and out of the violated cunt of the junior soldier. Garver was beyond pleasure. Without touching his own cock he began to cum. He shot his load all over the sand bags and plywood floor of the guard tower and across the gun mount of the 50 cal. He jizzed more than he’d ever had before. And as he did, his sphincters tightened around McGraw’s shaft. The man groaned and somehow found the ability to thrust even faster and harder than before. Within moments he was unloading deep inside the Soldier’s ass. He slammed his cock home one more time and unleashed a torrent of cum, breeding the boy good. Like the good faggot that he was, Garver flexed his worn-out hole, milking every last drop from McGraw’s massive cock. After several minutes, with the sun lightening the sky in the east over the Tigris River and beyond the wall of the FOB, McGraw slowly withdrew his cock from the SPC’s hole, where it hovered still hard, glistening in the early light. “Clean it,” he said, quietly, in a manner that brooked no argument. “I’ve got the watch.” Garver turned around, kneeled on the plywood floor, tilted his kevlar back and swallowed McGraw’s thick, veiny, and slimy meat. He’d been sucking this cock for weeks and grown accustomed to it. He was able to take almost half of it down his throat without gagging right away. But he used his tongue and mouth to clean off the dick of the man who stood before him, gazing out over the barren field toward the river, his hands resting on his hips as he caught his breath. Garver kept his ass clenched, loathe to lose any of the seed the SFC had pumped into him. They stayed like that for a good quarter of an hour, Garver nursing the half-hard cock, until sounds below alerted them to their relief. When they’d both climbed down the tower ladder, McGraw said, “Report to the gym in 15 minutes. That should give you enough time to change into PTs. It’s time to do those squats you fucking lied about. I’ll be by in a bit to supervise.” More to come. Send feedback to: hoo

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