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Subject: Chuck McGraw Chapter 6 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 1997 – New Recruit – Washington, DC Chuck let his head fall back against the wooden wall of the sauna and he let out a low moan of satisfaction. His right hand rested lightly on the head of the stranger that was currently giving him a fairly sufficient blowjob, working the Soldier’s massive cock with his mouth, tongue, lips, and hands. To the 28-year-old Staff Sergeant, the only thing better than sitting and relaxing in a sauna dripping with sweat after a workout, was sitting in a sauna after a workout and getting his ten-inch cock serviced by an expert cocksucker. This one, a dark-haired civilian about ten years older than Chuck, wasn’t an expert, but he wasn’t bad either. He’d clearly sucked plenty of dick before, despite the plain gold band on his ring finger. He was nervous, trying to keep his eye on the sauna door at the same time as he was blowing Chuck. And he managed to get more than half of Chuck’s muscle dick down his throat before gagging. Chuck added a little pressure with his hand on the back of the man’s head, forcing him down further than he was prepared for, and McGraw felt the stranger’s throat constrict. He let him come up for air long enough to catch his breath, and then guided him back down. Chuck had done his legs today in the gym and working his legs always made him horny. Though, truth be told, almost everything made Chuck horny. He was a raging slab of walking testosterone. He stood six foot four inches tall and 225 lbs of rock-solid muscle. His arms were 20 inches around when flexed, bulging, and covered with full sleeves of black and grey tattoos. He wore his hair in a marine recon style high-and-tight and had a thick mustache that pushed the regulations to the limit. His chin was cartoonishly square with a cleft in the middle. Short dark hair coated his chest and his stomach was flat, his waist was 32 inches. His quads flared out like wings, the muscles twitching and spamming from the grueling two-hour workout he’d just finished. He was at a civilian gym on a guest pass. It was close to the hotel he was staying at while on a business trip, TDY in military jargon. For two weeks he’d be near DC for training, death by power-point. But he’d found a local gym with some fairly serious lifters nearby, so he was making the best of it. He’d only been there two days so far and he’d already fucked the instructor for his course, a lanky black Sergeant Major, and his Asian boyfriend, as well as two of the girls that worked at the front desk at the gym, and some thick little red-headed 19-year-old power lifter who took his massive ten-inches like a pro but was too dumb to string more than three words together. He’d spotted the married man who was sucking his cock at the moment earlier on the gym floor, eye-fucking Chuck while was in the squat rack. There weren’t too many service members at this gym that Chuck could spot, and there definitely weren’t any like him. He wore a cutoff red sweatshirt from Gold’s gym, ragged from years of abuse. He also wore a leather weight belt and his tiny, black Ranger panties, otherwise known as silkies, shorts favored by Rangers and the Marine Corps. They were two sized too small, barley covering more skin that posers or a speedo would, and it did nothing to conceal the sleeping beast inside. Every time he squatted down below parallel, he stretched the material so much it was practically see-though on both his ass and his bulge. Chuck knew that he drew stares, both of lust and of fear and he reveled in it. He loved being watched, showing off. In a new place full of strangers, it was almost a struggle to keep himself from getting full hard right on the weight room floor. When he caught the married man watching; furtive glances in the mirror by the free weights, changing his workout so he’d be in eyesight of the muscle beast, probably working out more and far longer to he’d planned to or was used to, Chuck smiled to himself. He showed off a little more. He flexed his legs and struck poses in the mirror between sets in the squat rack. He adjusted his bulge in an obscene and public gesture, occasionally locking eyes with his fans in the gym through the mirror. Before he was done with his lift, he knew that he’d be leaving the gym with his balls drained. When he finished up, gathering his towel and water jug, he locked eyes again with the stranger through the mirror. He held the gaze for few beats, shifted his hefty semi-soft seven inches, and then walked to the locker room. On cue, as he was pissing at the urinal, the stranger followed him. No one else was around at the moment. As Chuck pissed, he pulled off his soaked sweatshirt and tank top over his head. Setting those on his shoulders he finished his piss and stripped the shorts off right at the urinal. Wearing nothing but his socks and sneakers, he strolled up to the man. He stood close enough that his massive cock, still dripping with piss, brushed up against the man’s leg. “I’m headed to the sauna.” Chuck said in his guttural voice. “Why don’t you follow me, and you can suck my cock.” It wasn’t a question or a request. Just a statement of fact. And they did just that. The blowjob lasted a good fifteen minutes or so. Already blasted by the leg session, that long in the heat had Chuck shedding water from his skin. For the most part Chuck let the man service and worship him, providing minimal encouragement. The man knew how to suck dick and McGraw was happy to relax, sit back, and enjoy the ministrations of talented cocksucker. When he did cum, he let the man take his load. Chuck roared, probably load enough to be heard not only in the locker room, but possibly out on the weight floor as well. He reached his arms up wide, bucked his hips, and flexed every muscle in his body as the stranger milked every drop heavenly cream from that ten-inch monster cock. He tugged on Chuck’s heavy nut sack with one hand and stroked the spilt-and-sweat slick shaft, keeping just the massive head in his mouth so he could feel every burst of sperm hitting the back of his throat. He had to swallow twice before Chuck’s orgasm slowed down, then once more when he’d gotten it all. He continued to nurse on the Soldier’s cock, slowly stroking out every drop, licking the head and under the foreskin. He’d forgotten by then to be nervous, watching the door, but they were alone. Finally, he sat back and let Chuck’s cock rest, hanging over his balls off the edge of the raised wooden bench. “Thank you, Sir. That was�well�fucking incredible.” “Thanks bud. You did a good job. I’d say you’ve sucked a man’s dick once or twice before.” Laughing awkwardly, the man replied, “Yeah, a couple of times. I tried my best. I don’t usually do things like this, but since I’m traveling, I figured what the hell.” “Oh yeah? I’m here for work myself. Staying next door at the hotel.” “We are too!” Said the man, a little too excitedly. He sat up next to Chuck on the raised bench so they could talk. He’d never touched his own dick, which was still rock hard. He draped a towel over his crotch to hide it from anyone that might come into the sauna. Chuck didn’t bother and continued to show off his body and his meat as the two men talked companionably. “You and your wife?” “No, I’m with my son. He’s here looking at colleges for next year. Karen, my wife, couldn’t make this trip.” “I’ve got a couple of boys myself,” said Chuck. “My second son was just born a few months ago in fact.” “Congratulations. Stephen is our only child. Probably should have had more. My lines likely to end with him.” “Why’s that?” “Well�I’m pretty sure he’s gay. He hasn’t come out or anything, but I think he is.” Chuck looked hard at the man for a second, and then said, “Dude. You just sucked my cock and we are both married with kids. Even if your kid is a fag, doesn’t mean he can’t knock a chick up.” “I know,” said the stranger. “But it’s not the same. I like women. I fucking love pussy. I just like dick too, especially when it’s a stud like you. But I keep that side hidden. No one knows, especially not my wife. His generation is different. I think he might be totally queer, like, all the way. And I’m cool with that. More than cool really.” Chuck keyed in on that last line, the look in the man’s eyes, his expression. He thought to himself ‘Ah. One of those dads.’ “You ever talk to him about it?” “No,” replied the stranger. “Well, if he sucks dick like his dad, maybe I should talk to him.” Chuck said with a smirk. “Would you?!” The man asked a little too quickly. ‘There it is,’ thought Chuck. “I’d be happy too. If I’m lucky, then no one has broken him in yet. Unless, that is, you wanted to.” There was a moment of silence, and then the man said, “I’ve thought about it. Like, a lot.” His istanbul travesti dick twitched under the towel, and he moved his hand to his shaft, slowly stroking. “For years I’ve imagined what it would be like. I’ve tried to catch him jerking off or let him catch me. I don’t know for certain if he ever has. He’s skinny. He runs a bit, but he doesn’t really work out otherwise. And I haven’t found where he keeps any spank material. All teenage boys have some hidden somewhere, right? I’ve caught him looking at some of my friends when they’ve come over, usually guys bigger than me. Guys more like you, with the tattoos and shit. I run a small roofing company and a lot of my guys are on the rougher side. But I’ve thought about what it would be like to fuck him, to see him suck dick. I’ve thought about what it would be like to see him with my buddies, getting pounded by them, raped by them. Fuck. Goddamn. Fuck!” The man moved his towel quickly as he started to shoot his load into the air and all over his fist and the wooden benches of the sauna. He’d just gotten himself off talking about his kid being raped by grown men. Chuck was turned on by the thought. So, the two of them made a plan. Later that night Chuck walked down to the pool of the hotel. It was supposed to be closed, but he promised the girl at the front desk that he would fuck her first thing in the morning if she let him use the hot tub to relax after a long day. He had a way with getting what he wanted. He wore his silkies again, and other than his watch, wedding ring, and dog tags, nothing else, as he settled himself down into the bubbling water. He pulled his cock free from the polyester lining of the shorts and he was so large that two inched of hooded meat poked out from the leg opening along his inner thigh. He sat back, relaxed and waited. He didn’t have to wait long. The man, Nick Rawlins, came into the pool area along with his son. The family resemblance was strong. Nick was six feet tall, dark-haired, and clean cut with a medium conservative haircut and clean shaven. His son was twin to him in all of those aspects, but where Nick had a lean muscular build with definitive muscular on his arms, chest, and legs and a flat stomach, his son Stephen was merely lean, almost lithe. According to Nick Stephen had just turned 17, but that baby face hadn’t yet seen a razor. Stephen took one look at Chuck in the hot tub as they approached and looked quickly at his dad, and then back to Chuck. He looked terrified. “Chuck! I didn’t expect to see you here!” Nick lied, over selling it a bit. “Stephen, this is Chuck McGraw. I met him at the gym today. He’s traveling for work. He gave me a few pointers.” Chuck stood up and reached to shake Stephen’s hand. He acted oblivious to the water cascading off of his body and making his shorts cling to his crotch. He was well aware that his cock was sticking out of his leg, but ignored it, looking the young boy in the face. The kid’s furtive glances up and down his body, eyes bulging at the size of Chuck’s dick, made the SSG grin. “Nice to meet you, Steve.” Stephen took his hand and mumbled something that was probably meant to be a greeting as well, but it was barely coherent. The two of them climbed into the hot tub with Chuck and they all settled down. Nick passed Chuck a bottle of beer. “If I’d known you were here, I would have brought more beer,” Nick lied again. It was all part of their plan. The men talked as men, and Chuck was sure to include Stephen in the conversation. He wanted to make him comfortable with him, to treat him like one of the grown men. He refused to call him by his full name, instead calling him Steve, and repeating the name almost every time he addressed him, building up his rapport. As they drank the beers the men talked about the military, about working out, and about sex. They swapped a few sex stories, things that Chuck was sure Stephen had never heard his father talk about before, about prior conquests of his from before he was married. Well, at least he framed them as if they happened before his marriage, things that went on in college. The stories got wilder, and while Nick only talked about women, Chuck let it slip that he’d been with a couple of guys. He saw the boy’s shock at that, seeing this tattooed muscle god in a new light. “A hole is a hole, you know,” he said to Nick and Stephen. “I’ve got nothing against the gays. I love them. Most of the time guys give better blowjobs than a bitch ever will. You know what I’m sayin’?” “Yeah, because a guy knows what a cock feels like.” Nick said. It was clear from Stephen’s body language that Nick didn’t usually use rough language in front of his family. “You ever been with another guy? Gotten sucked off?” Chuck said, swigging down the rest of his second beer bottle. “Well�” the boy’s father drawled. Stephen’s eyes immediately flew this his father in shock. Nick looked over at his boy, shrugged, and said, “What the hell, you’re practically grown. In fact.” Nick paused and passed his son one of the remaining beers. “What? I’m not old enough to drink.” Stephen said, thrown completely off. Chuck grunted and said, “Your dad said you’re 17. If you wanted to you could join the Army right now. I say if you’re old enough to fight and die for your country then you’re old enough to drink, fuck, and do whatever. Drink the beer, Steve.” Stephen drank, and winced at the first taste, making both men laugh. “Go on, champ, just swallow it down. Make your daddy proud.” Chuck watched, his 20-inch arms resting on the rim of the hot tub, legs spread under the bubbling water. As the kid gulped his beer the second time. Chuck surreptitiously thrust his hips forward a little bit, exposing more of his cock under the water. Stephen saw and nearly choked on his beer. Chuck laughed softly and said, “Ya gotta learn to breathe through your nose so you don’t gag, there chief.” Stephen wiped the beer from his chin that had dribbled out and smiled, blushing madly. “Looks like we’re down to our last beer,” Nick said. “I’ll run up to the front desk and see if I can get some more.” “I’ll do it dad. The boy nearly jumped out of the hot tub, almost eager to get away. “Of course not. You’re too young,” Nick replied, jumping up out of the tub and grabbing a towel as he plodded toward the door. That left just Chuck alone with the boy. He leered at him, raking his eyes across the young man’s body. Stephen grew frightened and probably a little turned on. “Why don’t you hand me that last beer, Steve.” “It’s right behind you,” he replied, confused. “Is it? Well then why don’t come over here and hand it to me.” “Okay.” He started to climb out of the tub. “No. Not like that. Come over here. I want you to reach over me and hand me my beer. Now” Chuck spoke softly, almost hypnotically, and he smiled at the boy hungrily when he did. His commands left no room for refusing, for argument. Stephen stood up in the middle of the hot tub and took the two steps over toward Chuck. He stood between Chuck’s spread legs now. He tried to reach over the massive muscle man to reach the nearly empty cardboard carrier of beer bottles that lay beyond Chuck’s right boulder of a shoulder, the one tattooed with an American flag and soaring bald eagle. Chuck could practically hear the teenager’s pounding heart and labored breathing. Stephen had to stretch to reach. He was in an awkward position when Chuck raised his hand and laid it on the boy’s ass through his wet board shorts. “This is a fine young ass you got here, chief.” He squeezed the left butt cheek, his large hand encompassing it. “Anyone pop this cherry yet?” Stephen froze. He was mortified. And terrified. “Has it? Answer me, boy.” Chuck ordered. “No, Sir,” he practically whispered. Chuck placed both hands on the boy’s hips and levered him up so that he was standing in front of him. Stephen was still holding the sweating brown beer bottle. “What about those lips? You know how to suck dick, boy?” The kid nodded. “Say it.” Chuck ordered. “I have.” Stephen said in a shaky voice. “You have what?” “Sucked dick.” He said quietly. He glanced over his shoulder looking for his father. “Don’t worry about your old man,” Chuck said. He reached up and gripped the teen by the back of his neck, pulling him forward and forcing him to bend over at the waist. “Say it. Tell me.” They were practically kissing their faces were so close. “I have sucked dick before.” He trembled. “Did you like it?” “Yes.” “How much” “A lot.” “Are you a faggot?” Stephen tried to pull back at the perceived insult, but he might as well have tried to bend steel. “Are you?” “No!” “Don’t fucking lie to me, boy.” Chuck growled in his low voice. “Are. You. A. Faggot?” Something about the Staff Sergeant unblinking gaze and commanding tones meant to Stephen that he couldn’t lie, that the man would see right through him. More then he already had. “Yes, I am.” He managed kadıköy travesti to get out, his bottom lip pouting defiantly. “You’re what?” Chuck asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m gay.” “That’s not what I want to hear. Say it right.” “I’m. I’m a faggot.” Stephen whispered. “I can’t hear you boy.” Louder and slightly more confidently, Stephen said, “I’m a faggot.” Slowly Chuck let a smile crease his face and he squeezed the boy’s neck fondly before releasing him. Stephen stood up straight but otherwise didn’t move. Chuck took the forgotten beer bottle from the kid’s hand, popped off the top and took a swig. “See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” The kid nodded uncertainly. “So, you’re a faggot. That’s no bad thing, chief. I like fags. If they are trained properly, they suck dick better than anyone else, and have some of the sweetest, tightest pussy.” “Dddddon’t tell my ddddad, please.” Stephen stuttered. “Oh, he already knows.” If possible, the kid’s eyes bulged out further than before. “Well, he thinks you’re gay, but he doesn’t know you’re a faggot.” The boy looked puzzled and would have said more, but just then his father returned, a hotel towel around his waist. “They didn’t have beer I could get. Sorry about that.” Nick said, as nonchalantly as possible. “That’s alright,” Chuck said, never looking at Nick. “I think we’re ready now for some fun anyway.” He stood up, forcing Stephen to step back. He downed the rest of his beer in one long, continuous gulp, draining the bottle while letting his free hand wander down his hairy wet chest, muscular stomach, and down to his cock. He squeezed his shaft in an overhand grip and his soft seven inches grew to eight, and then to nine, as his cockhead emerged from his uncut foreskin. Both of the other men just watched in awe. He finished the beer and handed his empty bottle to Nick as he climbed out of the water. “Come on, Steve. Take me to your room. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.” The boy hesitated, looked to his father, and asked “Dad�?” “Go with him Stephen. It’s alright. Just do what the man says, and it’ll be alright.” Nick’s voice had dropped too, no longer feigning nonchalance. Stephen led the way to the hotel room he and his dad were sharing. The whole way Chuck kept a heavy hand on Stephen’s shoulder, and Nick followed behind. In the room were two twin beds and the men’s belongings. The sound of the door closing to the hallway seemed final somehow, as if the three of them were trapped. Chuck moved over and stood between the two beds, and he placed Stephen in front of him, trembling. “So, here is what’s gonna happen, chief. I’m here to teach you to be the best faggot you can be. You’re gonna suck my cock and I’m going to fuck your ass, all while your old man watches.” “No, I’m not a faggot, I mean, I’m gay, I think, maybe, but I’m not a fag, I swear�” He protestations petered out as Chuck shook his head slowly side to side. “No. You’re a faggot. It’s clear as day.” Chuck let his thumb caress the boy’s cheek as a tear sprang from the corner of his eye. “You’re dad there, he’s bi. And if you learn to suck dick half as good as he sucked mine this afternoon then you might, maybe, make a halfway decent fag. With the right training and if you put the time in, you could even be a good fag. But I won’t really know your potential until after I fuck you.” Stephen was silent then, shocked. He looked to his dad who stood on the other side of the bed. His father just nodded slightly. His dad was gay? He sucked this massive muscular Soldier’s dick? Just this afternoon? It was too much to take in. “Get naked, boy. And then take my shorts off. A good faggot knows when to follow orders without question.” Stephen hesitated only a breath, his eyes watery and his hands shaking, before undoing his board shorts. This man, a beast made of muscle, tattoos, and fur, mature beyond his years despite not being yet 30 years old, he made the word faggot sound almost like a compliment, as much a term of endearment as ‘champ’ or ‘chief’. Only for him faggot carried a further connotation. It wasn’t just a term of affection or a nickname, but a job title, as much as Soldier was for the man. He kicked his shorts to the side, his six-inch prick rock hard and standing out and upward at an angle. Then with one final look at his father he knelt before the superior man. He lowered the wet silkie material and Chuck lifted his feet one at a time so that his shorts could be removed. Stephen raised up on his knees and was hit in the face with 9 inches of semi-hard uncut cock. His hands shook as he gripped the shaft and he looked up to see the man, hands resting on his hips, looking down on him. Chuck nodded, giving the boy permission to begin his training. Stephen opened his mouth and took Chuck’s cock inside him. Chuck went slow. The boy had probably only fooled around with one or two boys his own age before and had no technique. So, he taught him, guided him. Stephen didn’t know about uncircumcised men since both he and his dad were cut, so he had to learn. He wouldn’t be able to take all ten inches once Chuck got fully hard, but he did what he could. At the side of the room Nick watched his only child suck the dick of a man he’d met, blown, and recruited for this purpose only a few hours ago. He thought about all the times he’d sucked men’s dicks, both before and after he’d gotten married, but nothing compared to how depraved and perverted this was. He was supposed to be here to show his son colleges while his wife, Stephen’s mother, was home in Pennsylvania, probably in her bible study class. By now Nick was naked as well, sitting in the room’s only chair, and stroking his cock watching his son servicing the same dick he’d serviced earlier. Chuck was enjoying himself, but he’d already gotten blown today, and by better. What he really wanted was that virgin pussy. There is something amazing and special about being the first cock inside a cunt. The cunt and the faggot never forget their first and Chuck liked it so that the fag was ruined for life about all other men. No other cock would ever be as good as Chuck’s, and for the rest of his life the fag would think of Chuck every time he got fucked. So when the boy’s cock sucking technique had improved enough, Chuck thought it was time for the next part of the lesson. He stood the boy up and had him lay on his back on the bed. Chuck climbed up as well and lifted the teenager up by his ankles until only his shoulders and head were touching the mattress. He gripped Stephen’s slim hips, allowing him to fold his legs so that his knees touched his own shoulders. In this position the boy’s ass was pointing straight to the ceiling. “I’m going to eat your pussy, kid. I’m going to get it wet and ready for my cock. And then you are going to take my cock while your old man watches, and we aren’t leaving here until all ten inches of my rod is buried in your sweet virgin hole. Do you understand me?” “Yes, Sir.” Stephen said, a new terror entering his understanding having struggled to take as much of the monster cock as he could while on his knees. His jaw ached from trying to engulf the man’s prick. “I want you to ask your dad if I can fuck you.” Chuck ordered. He was insanely aroused by having a father watch him, Chuck, deflower his own kid right in front of him. It was perverted and hot in a way he hadn’t experienced in a while. Stephen rolled his head over to look at his father. “Dad, can Chuck fuck me?” “Stephen, that’s not very respectful. You should call him Mr. McGraw.” Nick replied in a faux stern voice. He was shiny with sweat, and his cock was leaking in his fist. He hadn’t dared stroke it anymore, having brought himself the edge a few times already. He was saving his load. “I’m sorry,” Stephen said. “Dad, can Mr. McGraw fuck my ass?” “Do you promise to be a good boy and make me proud?” “Yes dad, I promise.” “And when Mr. McGraw fucks you, do you promise to take his seed inside of you, to let him breed you?” “I promise dad.” “Then yes, son. Mr. McGraw can fuck your ass and take your virginity.” This perverted play dialogue finished; Chuck let a huge gob of spit spill out onto the puckering brown hole that was the boy’s ass. The kid was smooth, hairless. He bent down enough to lap at it, and he spent the next while eating out the teenager’s ass like it was the best pussy in the world. The boy moaned the whole time as the Chuck’s tongue dug in and opened him up, this now unshaven face scratching at the tender skin, making him red and swollen. The boy came, shooting his first load onto his own face and all along his torso, having never touched his own dick, and Chuck made him leave the load there, painting him. But Chuck did reach down, scooping up a large drop of the teenager’s load, and ordered Nick to clean it off his fingers with his mouth. Nick got up from his chair and leaned over the bed for the proffered hand. For the first time Nick bakırköy travesti tasted his son’s cum by sucking off a stranger’s fingers. It took an hour or so, but by using his tongue and fingers, the boy started to open enough that Chuck deemed him ready. He got the teen up on his hands and knees on the bed and facing his father’s chair, while Chuck positioned himself behind the boy. He didn’t even have to instruct the kid to arch his back. The position came naturally. To Chuck this just confirmed that Stephen really was a faggot and would spend the rest of his life craving dick and wanting to please men. Chuck saw it as his job to make sure that no one could ever measure up to himself and that Stephen would spend eternity trying to fill the void left by Chuck. He pressed his fat leaking cockhead against the teenager’s swollen pussy lips. It was a slow process. It seemed to take forever for Chuck to get just his large cock head past the boy’s first sphincter. The kid moaned, he cried out, he protested and begged for it. The whole time he father was there, looking him in the eye, noses practically touching, encouraging his son to take that dick, to relax, to open up. Inch by inch, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, letting the kid work his way back as the Soldier’s cock grew thicker toward the base, Chuck fucked him. They worked together as a team, all three of them, father, son, and the stranger. “Theeeeere it is.” moaned Chuck triumphantly. “That’s it boy, you’ve got it now. You have all ten inches of my cock inside of you.” Chuck looked down to see the smooth white ass pressed against this crotch, with not a bit of his massive dick visible, just his dark curly pubic hair meeting pale, virginal skin. The son and the father celebrated by kissing. They locked lips and the dad was practically in tears out of the pride of watching his son become something he was always meant to be. Chuck watched, feeling a sense of perverted pride himself, having brought this incestuous celebration about. “Are you ready to get fucked for real, champ?” Chuck asked, after the two had slowed their kissing. “Yes Sir!” The boy practically yelled like a new recruit. “I don’t know.” Chuck drawled, teasing out the moment. “You fought hard to get this far, but I’m not sure you’re faggot enough to take a real pounding.” “I am, Sir. I’m a faggot! I can take a pounding Sir!” “Do you know what would really prove to me that you are a faggot, Stevie?” “What’s that, Sir? I’ll do anything, Sir!” “I want you to ask your daddy to fuck your face. I want you to suck your father’s cock while I fuck your ass.” This time there was no hesitation. “Daddy, can I please suck your cock?” Stephen said, looking at his father. Nick just nodded and stood up. Stephen gobbled his father’s dick, having a much easier time with his dad’s seven inches than with Chuck’s ten. “Good boy, that’s my good boy.” Nick whispered, fucking his hips into his kid’s face and stroking his sweat damp hair. Chucked started fucking Stephen. Slow at first, then faster, and rougher. Soon the boy couldn’t suck his dad’s cock and was screaming both with pleasure and pain. Chuck fucked him doggy style, he fucked him on his back, he let the boy ride while he laid back. Chuck even lifted the kid up and curled him like a barbell with his Hugh dick inside him. They did it every which way they could. Stephen worried that Chuck would never cum inside of him and that the fucking would go on forever. But that was all part of the plan too. “Come here, ‘Daddy'” Chuck ordered Nick jokingly. As he did so, he slid his dong from the boy leaving a red and weeping hole coated in copious amounts of Chuck’s own pre-ejaculate fluid, of which he was famous for producing great amounts of. Nick moved to the bed where Stephen lay on his back holding his own legs in the air. “Okay Champ. Ask your dad to fuck you.” “Will you fuck me daddy, please?” “I’ll fuck you son.” Nick said, a fire hunger burning in his eyes to match his son’s. Chuck kneeled on the bed behind Nick, a hand on his shoulder as the man entered his son’s hole for the first time. After Chuck, there wasn’t much resistance, but the boy gasped as his father sank his cock into him in a single thrust. They started to fuck, Nick’s balls slapping against his 17-year-old son’s smooth cheeks. “Ask your dad to breed you.” Chuck ordered. “Breed me daddy, please. Please cum inside me.” “I’m gonna fucking breed you, son.” Nick’s fucking picked up speed. Chuck whispered in his ear, “Yeah, fuck him, fuck your son. Take his hole. You like watching another man break your boy in for you? Did you like watching his virgin ass stretch around my big dick. You’ve been dying to cum all night, but you’ve been saving it for this moment. I broke him in, but his daddy is gonna be the first to cum inside his pussy. It is your right, the right the father. Take that boy. Breed him. Use the same seed that made him and make him yours again. Fuck his tight little ass and fucking cum inside him. He wants it. He needs it. He’s begging for it.” Nick came, seizing on top of Stephen, his edged load finally erupting in bursts that echoed through his own body. They both screamed out in passion as each spurt landed deep inside the teenager’s bowels. Wave after wave hit Nick until he finally collapsed onto his son, the boy’s legs over his dad’s shoulders, and they kissed again, deeply. Meanwhile Chuck had reached down to massage Nick’s balls and to occasionally slide a finger alongside Nick’s cock in the kid’s ass. “Mine turn, now, ‘Daddy,'” Chuck said, helping Nick to raise up and disengage from his son. His cock slipped out along with some cum, but Nick used his fingers to push it back into the boy’s hole. Chuck then had Nick sit with his back to the headboard and he picked Stephen up as if he didn’t weigh a thing, flipping him over until he was on his knees, ass in the air, and between his father’s spread legs. Without being told, Stephen latched onto his father’s cock with his mouth, eagerly cleaning off his dad’s load and his own juices from being fucked. Chuck lined up his dick and in one thrust sank his massive wood to the root, holding the boy’s slim hips. “I looooove a well-used cunt.” Then he fucked him. He pounded him and raped him. The boy sucked his dad’s dick until his father got harder and harder and eventually came a second time, feeding his load to his son. Stephen came too. His cock spasmed and sprayed cum on the sweat-soaked bedding beneath him. When his ass contracted around Chuck’s cock during his orgasm, Chuck knew that now was the time. He’d held back his load all night, but the boy needed it. “Here it comes, faggot. Are you ready for my load?” “Yes, Sir!” Stephen shouted. By now his head was resting on his dad’s sweaty chest, who held him as he got fucked. Chuck came. He gripped the boy’s shoulder with one hand and hips with the other and he squeezed hard enough that large purple bruises would last for weeks to remind Stephen of tonight. He unleashed a gallon of cum into the abused teenager’s ass, buried ten inches deep. Nick and Stephen thought it would never end, eruption after eruption, so much cum that it started leaking out around the base of Chuck’s cock. Eventually it was over. Chuck slid his cock out slowly, letting the boy shrink his ass around his shaft, until he fell out with a loud plop. With his legs shaking, Stephen collapsed onto his father. Chuck got up off the bed and stood there, looking at what he’d accomplished tonight. He was proud. He’d managed to break in a young boy with the help of his own father and to teach him what his true purpose in life could and should be. With that last thought in mind� “Stephen,” Nick said to his exhausted, yet satiated boy while looking at Chuck as his stood across the room, hands on his hips. The boy mumbled, too exhausted to speak. “We’re not done, son. We’ve got one more thing to do. A good faggot cleans off a man’s cock when they’re done. You need to thank him for what he did tonight.” Chuck nodded in satisfaction, and Stephen manage to push himself up, get up, walk over to Chuck, and sink to his knees in front of him to lick and suck his 10-inches clean. Unsurprisingly, Nick was right behind his son, and together they kneeled before the 28-year-old muscle god and bathed him with their tongues until he told them he was satisfied. It was late into the night, or early into the morning, depending on how you looked at it, when Nick handed Chuck his shorts and room card. Chuck didn’t bother to dress but instead walked back to his room barefoot and naked. He showered and then slept for a few hours, to be woken early by the big-tittied front desk clerk arriving for her own appointment to get pounded by the stud. From here on out Father and Son would have an understanding, and Stephen would get regularly dicked down by his dad until he graduated. He even convinced one of his employees to join in, after encouraging Stephen to make it known what he wanted. Stephen didn’t end up choosing a college that weekend. Instead, he opted to enlist into the Army, another faggot that was good at following orders and fulfilling his duty. 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