Greg's Excellent Adventure

By Chad Brooks

As told to Zac Miller

I’d opened a downtown sports store catering to the high school crowd, and as a freshman hockey player, Greg was in the market for a pair of shin guards. We hit it off immediately. At over 6 feet, with an unruly mop of blonde hair and an easy-going smile, he tipped the scales at 180-plus and had biceps to spare.

After graduation, Greg went to NYU, but we still saw one another, and during school breaks, he’d often stop in for a chat. Sometimes, we’d go out to eat or hit the gym together. Of course, I noticed his rather shocking physical development, really off the chart. At least 4 inches taller and probably somewhere in the 230-240 range. His potential for growth seemed limitless. Genetically, the kid had everything going for him.

On December 21st, Greg arrived home for Christmas break and called my store. Would I mind staying open a little later? He wanted to discuss something private. Sure, I’d no problem with that and wondered what could be so important. Trouble at school? Did he knock up some chick?

I found out a few minutes before 7. Greg appeared at the front entrance looking bigger and badder than ever. Obviously, his training was going well. Right away, he hit me with, “Dude, are we alone? Like, is anybody else gonna show up to spoil things?”

“Nope, I closed an hour ago. My time is your time, bro. What’s cookin’?”

“Well, I, uh, I’ve gotta get this off my fuckin’ chest, man. This is so hard for me. Uh…promise you won’t laugh? Seriously? It’s hella personal, and you’re the only guy who’d understand. I hope.”

“Hey, this is Chad. Trust is what I’m all about. You know that. Whatever you want to share, it’ll stay between us and the four walls.”

He looked at me without saying anything. I could see a vein pulsing in his neck. “Is it okay if I go bareback? I’m sweatin’ like a motherfucker.”

“Sure, man, whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

Greg pulled off his hoodie, and he was beefy and ripped, with wide shoulders, solid pecs, and an 8 pack. Just incredible development.

“Holy fuck, dude, you’re one brutal mofo,” I said, squeezing his right bicep.

That made him smile. “Really? You think I look good?

“Good? Hail to the beef, brah! You put me to shame, seriously.”

“Oh, man, I wouldn’t say that. I’m hella inspired by your physique. Always have been. Hope I look half as jacked when I’m your age.”

“Ha! I’m not bad for the advanced age of 51. I maintain.”

“It’s more than just maintaining, bro. You work at it. Look at your neck and those crazy traps. Unreal.”

“Yeah, I’m a gym rat, born and bred. So, what did you want to talk about?”

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. “Okay, well, I’ve been struggling with this…this thing for years. Have you ever wondered why I keep coming down here, even though

I’ve graduated from high school and moved on to NYU?”

“Well, I’d like to think it’s because we’re friends. More than just customer and retailer. Brothers, basically.”

“Yeah, true. We are like brothers. That’s cool. For me, though, it’s more. Dude, I’m…shit, this is hard to say, and I don’t want to sound like a fuckin’ pussy.”

“Go ahead. I’m all ears. Just spill.”

“Ok. Well, bro, I’m in…love with you. Holy shit! There, I fuckin’ said it.”

I was taken aback. “In love? Like romantic and stuff?”

“Yeah. For a long time, bro. Do you think badly of me?”

“Of course not. How long have you, um, had these feelings?”

“Since sophomore year, at least. Maybe even before that, maybe from the first moment I ever set foot in here, though I didn’t know what to call it. I’m fuckin’ in love with you, Chad, and it’s eatin’ me up alive.”

“Wow, I’m flattered. But you’re barely 20. Quite an age difference there. I think it’s because your dad just hasn’t been around, living in New York City and all.”

“No, Chad, it’s more than the dad thing. Way more. If you only knew how many times I’ve blown my load thinking about you, the sound of your voice, your handsome face. Your hairy fuckin’ chest. I fantasize about you holdin’ me close, looking into my eyes, saying you love me, too. No, it’s way more.” And then, he began to cry.

I got up and put my arms around him. “It’s okay, dude. It’s okay.”

Greg looked up at me, and I don’t know why, but we kissed. Just a peck on the lips, but it took both of us by surprise. “I like that,” he whispered.

Rather than say anything, I instinctively kissed him again and didn’t hold back. The feel of Greg’s velvety tongue swirling around mine made me horny as fuck.

He took a breath and shook his head, as if to knock the cobwebs loose. “Goddamn! This is so fuckin’ hot! This is what I’ve wanted since I was 14. You can do anything to me, bro. Anything. I need it. I need you. Fuck me, brah. Please. I want your cock down my throat when you get off.”

“But…I make it a rule never to get involved with customers, especially kids. And you’re…”

“Shit, I ain’t no kid. I’m 19 fuckin’ years old! Almost 20! I know what I want, and I want you. Don’t turn me away, man. Please don’t. I’ve got major wood, and I’ll explode if we don’t fuck.”

“But, Greg. This is wrong on so many levels.”

“Oh, fuck being wrong! Why do you think I’ve been lifting weights? You’re the reason! So you’d think I’m somethin’ special. I’ve seen the guys who hang out here. They’re all jocks, and every single one of ‘em is hot for your cock. No way am I gonna let them have what’s rightfully mine. I’d kick the shit out of whoever tries to get in your pants. You belong to me, man. You’re fuckin’ mine. We belong to each other. Doncha feel it?”

I thought for a moment, and it all seemed so obvious. Yes, I wanted him.

Greg reached down and massaged my crotch, squeezing along the shaft. “Whoa. You’re hard. I can’t believe this is happening.”

What else could I do but fess up? “Yeah, buddy, yeah, now you know. I’m human. I get turned on. What made you tell me this now? Why today?”

“Dude, I’ll be 20 in two months, and I’ve never been laid. Heck, I’ve only kissed three chicks in my entire life! Nuthin’ on the dude side. Been savin’ it for you, but the first move had to come from me, cause I know you’re a gentleman, and you probably still see me as a gangly teenager. Look at this chest, bro. Is it a kid’s chest?”

“No. Definitely not.”

“Let’s fuck, man. I wanna sit on your hog somethin’ wicked.”

“We can’t do anything out here. We can be seen from the front window.”

“What about the storage room?” Greg suggested. “We can use the couch and have fun.”

“Yeah, cool.”

“Awesome!” He ran back there, whooping. I shut off the store lights, locked the front door, and followed Greg. He’d already stripped down to his boxers. Definitely a very big boy in every regard, but so was I, age difference be damned. Another liplock, and we were off to the races.

“Wanna see my johnson?” he teased, pulling down the waistband. I had full view of an absolutely gorgeous dick, cut and close to 8 thick meaty inches.

“Damn, Greg, you been hiding that big fella from me all these years?”

“Yeah. And I can shoot over my shoulder, man. Pow, pow, pow, like a fuckin’ machine gun. I’ll show you.”

“I don’t shoot like that anymore, unfortunately. Those were the days.”

“Oh, wow, man, I’ve imagined what it’s like, getting you off with my tongue and then gargling a mouthful of your cum. Holy shit. I can’t imagine anything better.”

“Okay, let’s try this--we’ll shut off the light and just hold each other. Let our hands go

where ever they want, while we make out.”

“Awright, man, awright. Take off those tighty-whities and give me an eyeful.”

“How about a mouthful?”

“Little less conversation and more action, baby.” Greg hooked two fingers in my shorts and slowly inched them off. “Whoa, you’re hard. Anybody else in here ever come face to face with this awesome work of art?”

“Yeah, a few older guys. There was one dude who went to West Point, and we fucked around.”

“Oh, yeah. I remember him. Loved Trump.”

“Yeah, but I made him squeal Biden’s name on more than one occasion.” I laughed, but Greg wasn’t laughing. “What’s the matter, bro?”

“It fuckin’ ticks me off that he sucked your cock before me. Wasn’t he a track star? Skinny and ripped? Yeah, I remember him. Wore a high and tight. Thought he was all that.”

“His ass was pretty tight. Haha!”

“I don’t wanna hear it!”

“Ah, relax, bro. I was interested because he kept begging me to fuck him. So I fucked him one night and had a great time doin’ it. He squealed like a bitch when I hit his prostate. Couldn’t handle the master, but I taught him well. Ooohh, yeah.”

“Stop, stop, I’m about to blow right now. C’mere, man, and shut off the fuckin’ light. I

wanna explore.”

We threw our arms around one another, and I couldn’t believe how solid this guy was, sturdy as a stone wall. No way did I want him to walk away with anything but a fun time and good memories. My own first encounter couldn’t have been more unforgettable: getting blown on a shag carpet in the middle of someone’s living room. I expected fireworks. Instead, the dude fumbled and came way too early. He sucked me off, but the enthusiasm was gone.

Still, it had been a good learning experience. From then on, I ate the guy out first. That’s the move I planned to use on Greg.

I mussed his hair. “Is this what you been dreamin’ about?”

“Yeah, bro, yeah. What do you think of my dick. Big enough?”

“Fuckin’ outrageous.”

“It’s all yours, man.”

I used my tongue to tease him up, down, and around, balls to tip. When he was moaning, I sucked him in completely. “You like?”

“Ahhhh, man. Hell, yeah. I like.”

Instinctively, he bucked his hips, and we were soon in synch, as I figured we would be.

Legs and arms entangled, muscles bulging, and then we were on the couch, melting into one another. Whenever I’d stop, he’d start up again, saying my name softly, over and over. He moved on top of me, our cocks touching, chest against chest.

“Let’s 69,” he whispered in my ear. “Can I be on top?”

I gave him one more deep kiss and said, “buddy, take the top and do whatever you want.”

We moved into position, and he began slathering my cock with his velvety tongue--the first cock he’d ever had, except in fantasy. Surprisingly, he was actually pretty good. I continued working on his prime tubesteak. Without lube, I didn’t want to finger him, just yet. I’d wait until

we were ready to fuck.

Greg clutched at the mat of hair on my chest. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you, man? That’s why I came back. I just can’t get you out of my head. You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ ape shit.”

“That’s okay, dude. I feel the same about you.”

“Really? You mean it?”

“Damned straight. Didn’t think anything would happen between us, though. That was one fantasy I knew would never come true.”

“And it is.”

“Yep. I’m flattered you saved all this up for your bro. So much fuckin’ muscle. Unbelievable.”

“Let me eat your ass,” he whispered, licking my ear.

“You horny bastid.”

“Can’t help it, man. You have that effect on me.”

I grinned, turning around putting my ass up in the air. “The buffet is served, young sir.”

“All right! I’ve seen this in porn and couldn’t wait to try it.”

Tentatively, Greg touched his warm tongue to my rose bud, then pushed it further in and tongue-fucked me. Zing! I’ve had dudes eat me out before, but this teenager had them all beat. Of course, I was turned on like a neon sign, so that definitely helped.

“Stop, holy shit, stop,” I finally gasped. “I’m on sensory overload here. If I blow a load too fast, it’ll take me a while to recover.”

“How long for you?”

“About twenty minutes to half an hour. That’s what happens when you’re an old fart.

Bet it takes you ten minutes.”

“About that,” he chuckled. “It’s just that I want to do everything we can and then some. Cum in my asshole, lick it up, and then make out with me. Gets me so fuckin’ horny thinkin’ about it. Look how hard I am. Maximum stiffness.”

“Welcome to the club, bub. Haha!”

He spread his legs, and I got down to business. First, I ran my tongue around the head of his beautiful dick. It had the desired effect; this weapon was ready to shoot, and I had my finger on the trigger.

“Shit, man, I don’t know what you’re doin’, but you’re sure doin’ it right. Ahh…” Greg sighed. “Dayum!”

I smelled Ivory soap and Axe body spray. His abs stood out like sculpted marble. Whoa. When I held him close, it felt like a statue of sinew and muscle, but I could tell by his pounding heartbeat and throbbing meatstick that this was no statue…he was every inch flesh and blood.

“You like what I’m doin’ to you, brutha?” I said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, dude, I fuckin’ love it. I knew you’d be good.”

“How often do you beat off? More than once a day?”

“Once a day? Christ, I did it up to five times a day when I was in high school. The first time I blew a load was at 11, and I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Cum everywhere. When I got to be 15, I started doin’ it more. And I came every time, pretty big loads, especially when I thought about you and me gettin’ jiggy. Now, I beat off, on average, four or five times a day.”

“I used to do it once a day until my early 40s. And I can still blow a full load, too.”

“Hey, man, I’ll make you cum so fast and wild, you won’t know what the fuck hit you.”

“Lookin’ forward to it. What about tonight. You pressed for time?”

“No time limit. Plus, we’ll have the entire Christmas break to fuck. I’ll meet you under the mistletoe. Ha!”

“It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to do any of this. Might be a little creaky. Hope I don’t disappoint you.”

“Disappoint me? Bro, that’ll never happen! Just bein’ here is beyond anything I’ve ever dreamed. You will never disappoint me.”

“Good. When you talk that way, it puts lead in my fuckin’ pencil.”

What followed next was beyond anything either of us had ever imagined. I got on my knees, hitched up his legs, and really went to town eating him out. That unleashed the lion, and within a matter of minutes, we were having hardcore sex, rough, rugged, and hot. Greg kept whispering my name, over and over, and the bear hug we were in was so strong, I felt like he’d never let me go.

“Dude,” Greg breathed, “I wanna feel you blow inside me. Will you do it?”

“No time like the present. Gotta grab lube out of the bathroom. Be right back.”

Not very many people knew I kept a tube of KY in the store, discreetly hidden beneath a pile of towels. Only Jay, the track star, knew it was there because he’d bought the tube to celebrate our first fuck. I must admit, I did love the feel of his military ass, and I’m not ashamed to say we both got off big time. A jizz explosion that splattered the back room’s walls and caught him right in the mouth. Ha!

“Ready, big guy?” I said, closing the door behind me and wagging my hard dick in front of his face.

Greg flashed a thumbs up. Watching my dick slowly disappear into his mouth again and again made me want to blow right there, so I had to stop him.

“Whoa, dude, whoa. Keep goin’ like that, and you’ll have a mouthful of hot cum. You obviously know how to satisfy your man.”

“Been dreamin’ of it long enough,” he said, grinning like the horny devil he was. “Lube me up, bro.”

“Will do.”

The next few minutes were spent finger-fucking Greg’s ass. He could easily handle three fingers, which surprised me. “You sure you haven’t done this before? Not many novices can handle a big dick.”

“I’ve been practicing on myself. Don’t want to disappoint you, and I figured your cock was at least three fingers around.”

“Kudos, my friend. That’s what I call major prep. Ready for the launch?”

“Yeah, man. I’ll give you a countdown.”

“Let’s go in from the front.”

I gently pushed aside his chiseled thighs and put a drop of KY on my love muscle. If this had been anyone else but Greg, I’d plow it home…but I wanted him to look back on the experience and pop instant wood.

“Tell me if this hurts, and I’ll pull out.”

His sphincter relaxed, which was a surprise, and I very neatly slid in to my ballsack. For

good measure, I pushed even further, until there was no space between us. Pecs to pecs, balls to balls.

Greg closed his eyes and sighed, lips slightly parted. I leaned in to kiss him, and the frenzy that move unlocked was amazing; we wasted no time fucking like two sex-crazed rabbits, and each thrust brought us closer and closer to the Infinite.

“Fuck me with everything you got, man,” he commanded. “Every fucking inch. Make me love the feelin’.”

“Better start the countdown.”

“Okay, here goes. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6…”

“Whoa, my balls are shifting into place for a major load.”

“…5, 4, 3…”

We became one, united in a passion that knew no limitations. In, out, in, out, about to erupt, feeling the edgy release building between us. The only sound other than his breathless countdown to victory was our bodies sensually moving into one another, punctuated by guttural groaning from Greg.

“2…1…Fuckkkkk, man! I feel it. I fuckin’ feel it! Your cock’s bigger!”

“Damn right it is. I’m gonna blow!”

That’s all she wrote. I grit my teeth and released a spurting spasm of man seed. Greg’s virgin ass welcomed all of it, and our kissing was the cherry on the sundae.

“You shot your load in me. I can’t fuckin’ believe it. I’m carryin’ a part of you. Holy shit,

am I dreamin’ or what?”

He hooked his muscular legs around mine, and neither one of us wanted to let go. I had

to agree; we were meant for this. Destiny had spoken, and we could do nothing but comply.

“That was fucking incredible,” Greg said, cupping my balls. “I could honestly feel your load squirting in my ass. Unreal. You are the fuckin’ man.”

“Glad you liked it.”

“Liked it!” He punched my shoulder playfully. “I fuckin’ loved it. In fact, I’m rarin’ for a second go! How ‘bout you?”

“Hey, hold on there, bro. You need to get your rocks off. Lay back, relax, and let me fly you to the fuckin’ moon, courtesy of Chad airlines. All expenses paid.”

“As long as I earn frequent flyer miles, I’m not gonna complain.”

Here’s where I put pedal to the metal, just grabbed his thick man-meat and swallowed it from stem to stern. Every now and again, I’d come up for air, and he would be looking down at me; from then on, I knew: we’d never be apart.

When two men make love, and one takes the driver’s seat, the other usually responds as each gear is shifted. Greg followed through like a champ, slowly fucking my face, tickling my ears, tousling my hair. It didn’t take me long to get him on the edge, and by the way his cock was growing, it would only be a matter of seconds before an eruption.

“Prepping for lift-off?” he asked, holding my head in place.

“Christ, yeah, big-time. The ignition button has been engaged. Countdown! 10…9…8…7…6…”

I was gonna suck him dry.

#5…4…3…”

“Oh, God, oh, GOD…I, uh, I’m…”

The explosion happened on 2, not 1, and suddenly, Greg was panting, pushing my head down and grunting. Still makes me laugh, how loud he moaned and thrashed about, and I kept up by swallowing all I could. I knew instinctively that we’d never quite reach this point again, because it was our first, and those are the best.

Greg’s spasms lessened, and he fell back, exhausted. “Jesus Christ, dude, you are the fuckin’ man! If that’s what a blowjob feels like, I gotta have at least one whenever we get together.”

“Yeah, but will you return the favor and swallow my load?”

“Of course. And you’ll let me fuck your ass?”

“Goes without sayin’, bub.”

“Hella cool. Let’s take a break and just make out.”

“Awesome. C’mere, studly.”

That December night sealed the deal for both of us. We became not only became committed lovers but soul mates. I’ve driven down to his school for weekends of fun, and every time he’s home, Greg stops by for non-stop sessions. He’s even bigger now, over 275, hitting the weights like a madman. He’s done some amateur shows and is aiming for a qualifier. I’m right there, at every show, yelling and whooping it up like crazy.

Oh, and Mr. High and Tight? We tag-teamed him big-time one sweaty night in a local motel. He walked outta there drunk, bowlegged, and with a medal for courageous valor under enemy fire. Haha!