The Giant of Bright Tower, Chapter 21

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. A blizzard the day before had blanketed the town in a layer of white. The snow reflected the sunlight through the windows of Bubba’s gym to illuminate the ceiling, adding ambience for those diehard gym members who braved the roads for their beloved workouts.

In the middle of the gym, I was on my back on the bench. Just above me was the looming presence of Bubba’s gut and behind that I assumed Bubba smiling and nodding his head.

“No,no,no,no,no.”

“Yes,” Bubba replied patiently, “ You can handle it. Right Vic?” Bubba glanced at Victor, who was focused as he curled his dumbbells.

“You got this prof.” Victor panted.

I took my sweaty hands off the bar to wipe them on my shorts. I returned them and squeezed the bar a couple times.

“You got it, are you sure?”

“Yes,” Bubba replied, his hands resting on the bar where they’ve been for the past two minutes. “I am here and I won’t let it crush you.”

I squeezed the bar a couple times. I paused. Then I squeezed a couple more times.

“Boy we are wasting daylight!”

I pushed and the bar lifted. With Bubba’s hands outside of mine, I lowered it down to my chest, then pushed with all my might and the bar slowly, shanking, lifted back up. I did it two more times until my arms burned and the bar was vibrating in my grip. Bubba felt my give and guided the bar back in place.

“Gahhhhh.” Gravity pulled my arms down to my sides, which only made the pain worse as my poor chest was stretched to its limit.

“Good boy.” Bubba reached down to pat my shoulder. His eyes glanced up at Victor, “Let’s see if you can go up five pounds for that next rep. And I saw that.” As Victor rolled his eyes.

Bubba peeled me up off the bench and sat me down at a chest press machine.

“Why,” I pleaded up at Bubba, “Why are we doing more chest?”

“Cause it’s chest day,” Bubba put his hands on his hips and puffed his chest up so it strained against his shirt, “You wanna a chest like this, don’t cha?” He bounced one pec and then the other, back and forth.

I started blankly for a few seconds before Bubba laughed. “You can rest a little longer. Meanwhile,” Bubba turned his attention to Victor. “Let’s see what you got, Vic.”

Victor already had a line of sweat trailing down his face. He reached for the same set of dumbbells he lifted before, only to be gently intercepted by Bubba who guided his hand to the next heavier set.

“I said five pounds up,” Bubba grinned, “No pain no gain.”

Victor frowned at Bubba. He picked up the heavier weights as Bubba took up a stance beside him to observe. Victor took a deep breath, and then began curling the weights.

“Higher.” Bubba held his hand out in front of Victor indicating where he should be lifting. Victor cursed, but his dumbbells started hitting Bubba’s hand on the reps. Victor finished his last set and almost fell on the rack putting the weights down.

“Good boy,” Bubba said, clapping Victor on the back. “And you,” Bubba said turning to me, “quit staring at our asses and get ready for pain.”

I groaned as Bubba stomped his way over to me.

After Bubba had finished our torture session, we tromped off to the steam room. Bubba handed us some protein shakes and they were downed in several gulps. He then threw the closed sign on the steam room, and Victor and I collapsed on the benches. Wrapped in a towel, I leaned heavily against Bubba with his arm around me and sank into the warmth of the mist, allowing it to seep into my protesting body. Victor looked similarly abused; slumped across from us with his eyes closed and a peaceful expression on his face.

“You lookin’ tuckered out there,” Bubba said to Victor, who opened one eye in response.

“That was a serious workout.” Victor inhaled a breath of steam, “Haven’t been this sore in a while.”

“If you haven’t been this sore in a while, then that means you aren’t working out that hard .” Bubba reached up to scratch his chest lazily.

“No,” Victor replied, “You’re not suppose to go 100% each and every workout.” Victor waved his hand, “You need time to recover. You need to find the perfect ratio of working out to rest so you can maximize the number of workouts per week.”

“Bah. Give it everything you got, leave it all in sweat on the floor.”

“It’s the difference between 9-12 workouts a month and 12-15.”

“Guys!” I interjected, “Its quiet time.” I snuggled in closer. The steam swirled in the silence.

“So Bubba,” I asked, “were we lifting to get bigger or to lean out?”

“To get bigger knucklehead.” Bubba squeezed me.

“But you said that there are different ways to lift?”

“Yep,” Victor added, “It all depends on what your goals are. Bubba here is lifting for power only. Since I play football, I need to be strong but also be able to run.”

“You callin’ me slow, Vic?”

“And what if I am?” Vic was smiling through the steam, his teeth white against his dark complexion, “What if I am saying that the prof here could run a mile faster than your fat ass?”

Bubba gently pushed me to the side and hefted himself up, his head almost reaching the top of the steam room. Smiling, he crossed to Victor in one step and leaned one hand against the wall above his head, taking no notice of his towel falling to the floor. His enormous gut hovered just above Victor, threatening to crush him against his seat. Other hand on his hip, he gazed down.

“You gonna take those words back?”

Victor softly gulped. “Yes sir, I apologize.”

Bubba shifted and crammed his gut into Victor, pinning him against his bench. “You call that an apology?”

Victor’s reply was muffled. “What do you think boy?” Bubba called over his shoulder, “Do you think he’s really sorry?”

I put my hand on my chin and pretended to think. Since they both couldn’t see me, this was entirely for my own amusement. “Yeah, I think he’s sorry. Let him go.”

Bubba took a step back and Victor was able to take a deep breath in. “He may have said he was sorry, but I’m gonna need a little more.” Bubba sat back down.

Victor stood up. Letting his towel drop to the floor, he stood before them both in his full college football body glory. He stood for a minute, then he sank to his knees on the wet floor. Crawling, he made his way over to me, placing his hands on either side of my hips. Lowering his head, he moved his mouth over my towel, nudging and prodding. I could see over his shoulder at the rising moon of his toned ass, and my dick rose in response. Bubba’s arms reached over me, rubbing my shoulders, as his other hand reached down to fondle his own tool, waking it up.

“Shall we boys?” Bubba nodded his head towards the corner of the steam room.

Victor and I stood up, my towel falling to the ground to join the two others. I took Victors hand and lead him down around the corner. When we made it, I pushed Victor back down and he eagerly complied. His head was bobbing up and down on my member when Bubba pushed his gut against me from behind.

“Look at you two, so adorable.” Bubba massaged my shoulders. “We seem to have ourselves quite a little cocksucker here, don’t we boy?”

“Seems so,” I replied. “What should we do with him?”

“I’ve got an idea.” Bubba reached around me to take Victor by the shoulder and stood him up. I stepped to the side as Bubba guided Victor to the center bench. One hand pressed into his chest, and Victor obediently plopped down. Bubba reached over to the walls and moved the metal bars down as Victors eyebrows raised.

“How did-?”

“Handicap accessibility,” I replied, and we both started laughing. Bubba chuckled as well, and then he reached down to grab Victor’s legs. He hoisted them up to the bars, helping them rest comfortable. Once down, he stepped aside and looked at me. Nervoulsy, I took the hint and stepped up. Victor was staring at me in a reverential way, almost pleading with his eyes.

I stepped up and moved between his legs. Pressing myself against Victor, I could feel him try his best to relax. I placed my arms on his thick legs, and leaned in. Victor winced, but I went slowly. Inch by inch, I finally worked all myself in and just held it there. Victor was breathing slow and steadily.

“Doing alright?”

“Yeah,” Victor breathed out, “Just getting used to it,” he paused, “It’s…my first time bottoming.”

“Really?” Bubba stepped around to the side. He reached down and flopped his dick on Victor’s face. “First time bottoming, adorable.” He slapped it a couple times on his face, “can’t be the first time you’ve had something back there?”

Victor popped Bubba’s dick out for a moment to say, “my fingers.”

Bubba snorted, “HA! Fingers. Every man’s first dildo.” He started moving his hips to thrust in deep in Victor. “You got something a little bigger than a finger now, don’t ya?”

I started moving, “You feel real good Victor.” I breathed out, “How do you feel?”

“I feel good professor,” Victor moaned around Bubba’s dick, “How am I doing? Do I earn that ‘A’ yet?”

I snorted, “We’ll see Victor.” I upped my thrusts a little faster.

Bubba took his dick out of Victors mouth. He moved around behind me.

“You look like you need a little help there boy.” He got down to his knees. His belly pinned me forward onto Victor as he pushed himself inside me.

“Why don’t I show you how it’s done.”

Bubba pressed his whole body into me, and I thrust in and out of Victor at his tempo. Victor started moaning louder. I joined him. I could feel Bubba’s gut pressing hard into my back, I could barely come up all the way. And before me was Victors belly, like I was leaning on a giant chocolate muffin top.

This fantasy come to life, I couldn’t last long. With a cry, I went ridged as a board, spasming into Victor. Bubba reacted to my ass clenching on him, and cried out as well, and I could feel his warm load enter me. Before me, without touching himself, Victor cried out and his huge load emptied onto his warm, sweaty belly.

Exhausted from this second workout, I collapsed forward onto Victor, who’s arms held me close. Behind me, I felt Bubba rub my back.

“Good boys.” He gently pulled out of me, I only half protested, and went to sit down. Victor and I stayed the way we were for a little longer.

“This,” Victor said, as he rubbed my back. “This is why I wanted in.”

“The sex? I thought you wanted to get bigger?”

“Oh it would be cool to get bigger,” Victor replied, “But what I really want,” Victor took a deep breath, “Is to not be the biggest guy.” He looked me in the eye, “My new fantasy…is to. Have a threeway when you are as big or bigger than Bubba professor.” He hugged me gently, “Anything I can do to help make that happen?”