The Giant of Bright Tower, Chapter 9

Bubba said not to worry about it. He simply repeated, “My gym.” As this was not my gym, I felt justified to my sweating long after I was back in my car. Bubba was meeting a workout buddy and said he would be a couple hours. After showering together and receiving another hard smack on my ass, Bubba put on a huge muscle shirt with the phrase, “Big Dog” and headed to the weights. Out on the floor, I could see him with his headphones on and curling a couple small dumbbells. I didn’t feel obliged to wave on my way out the door, I don’t think he would have seen me. As the phrase goes, he was in the zone.

There really was something to this exercise to clear the mind. I turned out of the gym’s parking lot with thoughts buzzing inside my head, yet I was able to ponder them all. I wondered who that was who may or may not have seen Bubba and I, yet I was also concerned about Bubba. The serum I had designed over the past few months, did I take into consideration his personality? I had just injected him this morning, and he’s already taken a long sauna, engaged in sex, and is now pushing his body even further with what I assume will be a punishing workout. What would all those effects have on his body while the serum worked its way through him?

I did my best not to worry as I drove the familiar route home. The only thing that would make me feel better is to dive back into my notes to see if I could find something or brainstorm a new angle on my serum. Maybe it’s not about BMI, maybe it’s about the literal amount of muscle the human has before they are injected. I was starting to spiral a little, but then I remembered what Bubba said when I was snug under his sweaty arm. I breathed, and relaxed. I’m making something new here. This is my journey, it will take time, but it is a journey I want to take.

Pulling into my driveway, I was turning off the engine when I saw a car drive by in my review mirror. It caught my attention because it didn’t look like any of my neighbor’s cars. Then it hit me; that same car had been sitting behind me at a stoplight.

Walking a little quicker than normal to my front door, I let myself in and was sure to lock the deadbolt. No reason to panic, I told myself as I tossed my bag on the floor and went to make sure the backdoor was locked. You’re still just a little freaked out because someone could have seen you having sex in a steam room, that’s all. That could have been a different car. I took a deep breath, which helped me relax.

Feeling better, I grabbed a protein shake and a cup of coffee and heading into my living room lab. Setting my stuff on the table. I opened the lab fridge to see how much sterile dilutant I had in stock or if I needed to order more. I began moving some bottles and beakers around.

Knock, Knock, Knock!

The bottle I was holding had its top knocked off on the upper lip of the fridge as I jumped back. Sloshing liquid on my t-shirt, my heart started racing in my chest. After a pause, there was another hard pounding at my door.

“Just a sec,” I called. Cleaning myself up as best I could with paper towels, I cautiously approached my front door. Peaking through the eyehole, I stepped back and yanked the door open.

“Viktor?”

He filled my doorway, still wearing his workout clothes, now damp with sweat. Arms were relaxed at his sides; he looked pensive. In the small space between him and the doorway, I could see the car that had been following me parked behind mine.

I cleared my throat.

“Did…did you follow me home from the gym?”

He nodded briefly, then stepped inside. I backed up, his sweaty aroma wafted in with him. I closed the door behind him and turned. He seemed to be carefully looking around anywhere besides me. His eyes fell on the dining room lab with its exam table and paused.

“If you have a question,” I folded my arms and continued, “I have scheduled office hours. Which you would have known if you read my syllabus like you said you did.” God that sweaty musky scent coming off him was strong.

He finally turned to look me in the eyes. He gazed down at me, but his face didn’t give any hint as to what he was thinking. He looked back at the dining room.

“What’s going on here?” he jabbed with his thumb.

“You come into my house, uninvited I might add, I will be asking the questions here.” I took another deep breath of his aroma, and while it was making me feel and want to do all sorts of things, I found I could push it aside for now in these circumstances. “Tell me right now why you are here or I will be calling somebody.”

He smirked, that SOB actually smirked. “Who you gonna call?”

“I could start with your coach.” That wiped the grin off his face, “ Just the fact that you are here means something happened. You know how serious public relations matter to football programs these days. They won’t ask, they won’t care, they won’t do anything besides cut you loose. Now I’m asking one last time,” I took a step forward, “why are you here.” The scent was overpowering; how could he smell stronger here than Bubba was in the steam room?

Viktor drummed his fingers against his thigh. “I…” Viktor started, then the drumming stopped. “I thought I could just push away how I feel… but I can’t.” Viktor let out a quick exhale. “I just…can’t stop…Not since the first day of class. And then when I stayed behind that one day to ask you that question, and really met you. And then…at the gym…in the steam room.”

My heart skipped a beat. Well, that’s one mystery solved.

“I just…even now…you smell…so good.” And then Viktor picked me up by the armpits, slammed me against the wall and pressed his lips against mine with bruising intensity.

I was so shocked by his actions that without thinking I responded with equal enthusiasm. One, it wasn’t like Bubba hadn’t done this to me himself, just pinned me down whenever he wanted sex and treated me like I was nothing more than a toy ( not that I ever complained). So my excuse was that it was now a reflex to make out when a guy picks me up. But also Viktor just smelled sooooo good, the smell alone had gotten me hard.

With my mouth still latched to Viktor, my eyes jolted open with understanding. What we were smelling wasn’t coming from either of us, it was the liquid I had splashed on myself when he knocked on the door and startled me. I hadn’t seen the label to confirm, but given the way we were reacting, I could take a wild guess:

Concentrated testosterone.

I thanked my lucky stars it was diluted with alcohol, which would cause it to evaporate rather than stay on my skin and be absorbed. While my body could handle the little that had been splashed on me and what I’ve been inhaling; if it stayed on even longer and I absorbed more? Well, let’s just say my voice would go lower than the black guy from the All-State commercials.

While Viktor had me suspended, I reached up and struggled with the collar of my shirt, desperate to get away from the liquid as quickly as I could. Viktor felt me struggle, and stopped to help. He let me back down to the floor, grabbed my shirt and pulled up. After a quick darkness that knocked my glasses off, I refocused to see Viktor’s arms crossed and pulling his shirt up as well.

Muscled and heavy, Viktor was the prime example of the football players I have crushed on since high school. An expansion of dark chocolate flesh formed a wide chunky chest that rounded into a heavy belly. His huge arms trailed down to those thick forearms I’ve seen covering his desk during class.

“Wow…just wow…”

Viktor raised his arms and flexed, showing off his biceps. “I know I’m not lean like the running backs, but I still got-”

The testosterone pulling me forward, I walked right up and plastered my face against his chest, softly sucking on a nipple.

“OH MY GOD!” Viktor reacted with a bear hug, squeezing me tighter against him. Luckily, his chest was more my face level than Bubba’s was.

“Has anyone ever done this to you,?” I asked, my voice muffled, my hands wrapping around him as much as I could.

“No-never-this is-don’t fucking stop!”

I could feel him shutter with each delicate caress of my tongue. His hands pushed on my back; pressing me against him. I responded with enthusiasm, trying to make this the best first nipple sucking experience I could. One of his hands moved down my back, slipping into my pants and squeezing a cheek hard.

I pulled back. He looked down, confused. I grabbed his hand, and pulled him to the living room. When Viktor saw the mattress on the floor, his eyes lit up again. With one swift motion, he whipped off his gym shorts. I think some part of me knew what I was about to see, but it still was satisfying to finally lay eyes on it. He was the size of a 16oz soda can. Cut, the lighter colored head bobbed along with his movements, but otherwise stuck out at a horizonal level and did not waiver.

I reached out and caressed it. He hesitated, then reached down to grab mine as well, and awkwardly stroked it. He was so clumsy that I guided his hand to my back as I took my pants off one handed.

“This isn’t your first time, is it?” I asked carefully as part of my mind was aware of how his answer could make this situation worse than it was already going to be.

“I’ve done a few girls, and twice hand stuff with guys.”

“Ok,” I inwardly sighed to myself, “What do you want to do?”

He thought for a moment, then said, “Lay on your back.”

I got down on the mattress and layed on my back. He got down on his knees and layed himself on the lower half of me, my throbbing dick in his face. He looked at it for a long moment, then gave it a little lick, his eyes watching me for my reaction. I smiled back at him, and nodded. He smiled back, and then in one gulp swallowed me to the base. He proceeded to bob up and down, slobbering all over me.

“Easy.” I placed my hand on his head and he looked up at me, “ Just..take it slow, ok?”

He nodded. He opened his mouth to continue.

“Could,” he paused, then swallowed, “Could you say that I need to do this for an A? And could you be a little rough about it?”

I looked down at him a little startled. But he was looking up at me with total sincerity and need in his face. How could I say no?

“Sure,” I replied, and I got to see his face light up for the second time, “but if you want rough… lie on your back for me.”

He was on his back on the mattress in a second. I must say, Bubba has been a terrible influence on me. I kneeled down near his head, and plopped my dick on his face.

“So,” I began, “You want that A?” I had my hands on my hips and was moving my dick across his face.

“Yes sir, I want that A.” Viktor began jerking himself off. “I need that A if I want to keep playing.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to earn that A boy.” Viktor’s lips and tongue stuck out to bump and roll me around. Leaning back, I plunged myself into his mouth, he moaned in response, keeping his mouth open as wide as he could.

“Yeah, that’s it. Good boy.” I started building up my rhythm. Even before Bubba, I’d always been a little more on the submissive side in bed. This power play thing was really doing it for me as well. “Good boy, no suck on these,” I pulled my dick out and ploppled my nuts on his lips. “Be gentle with those if you want that A.”

Even as Viktor rolled his tongue around me, I heard a low moan and I could see him pick up the tempo. I licked one set of fingers, and reached down to play with his nipples while I started jerking myself with my other hand.

“That’s it, good boy. You must really want that A. Good boy…good-ah.” I jetted hot streams onto his chest. I heard him groaning louder and louder. Pulling my boys out of his mouth, I fell on top of him and really started sucking on his nipples.

Viktor cried out, bracing his legs against the ground and actually pushing himself up a few inches off the mattress. With a shout, He flopped back down as spurt after spurt landed all over his chest; the white cum stark against his black skin.

I relaxed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me and took a deep breath. We bathed in the afterglow for a moment; the reality of the situation kept at bay for just a little while longer.

“Ok,” I pulled myself off of him, and his arms reluctantly let me go, “We should shower and get this testosterone off of us.”

“Yeah,” Viktor rubbed his messy chest, “Cum does dry quick.”

“No, I mean literally testosterone,” I jerked my thumb, “C’mon, I’ll explain on the way.”

An hour later, we were both clean and sitting at my kitchen table with mugs of coffee; Viktor was wrapped in a spare blanket. My clothes soaked in testosterone and his gym clothes were spinning in my washing machine.

My hands were wrapped around my mug, hoping I could absorb wisdom as well as heat. I am a professor who just slept with a student. I could blame it on the testosterone, but it’s not like there wasn’t underlying tension to begin with. Granted, he came to my house unannounced, but that couldn’t be proven. And if this comes out, how could I ever be hired as a professor again? How could I continue my work with the Goliath serum?

“Are you ok?” Viktor asked, taking a sip.

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Really? Cause your knuckles are white.”

I relaxed the grip on my mug. “I guess I’m feeling a bit like a cliché right now. A professor who sleeps with his student? I always pictured creepy older guys taking advantage of young college girls. Never thought that’d be me.”

“No, don’t it’s not, it’s- shit,” Vikor began. “I just…college is…making me realize a lot about myself. Stuff that I am very glad I’m far away from home to figure out. The kind of stuff you don’t want the church you grew up in finding out about, ya know?” Viktor gazed down into his mug.

“I can understand,” I began, then was interrupted by the washing machine. I moved our wet clothes into the dryer and hit the button. Returning to my seat, I placed my hands back to my mug, “ I understand that indeed. But…this situation is…well, its about power not about sexual orientation, its-”

“Whoa, ok, stop.” Viktor interrupted, “I know where you’re going, and its not that ok. This wasn’t about getting an A in your class. I just I thought you were cute and smart,” Viktor paused for a sip, “Then I came up to you in class to ask you a question, and you got all up in my face.” Now Viktor was the one who was gripping his mug.

“When you’re big,” he began, “People always assume you…have a certain personality. That you’re a bully, that you just get your way because no one can stop you. That you just take what you want.” Viktor looked out the window,

“That’s…not me. I’m just big, that’s all. Yet people keep assuming things about me. That I’m some kind of automatic leader. That I make all the decisions in a group… that for sex I’m only a top or I’m all dominant.” He relaxed is grip, but seemed to close in on himself. “You…were the first person at college who didn’t…treat me based on my size. You treated me like you would have any other student. And not only did I like it, but I think I really liked it, if you know what I mean?” Viktor took a hasty drink.

“I’m following you so far.”

“And then,” Viktor resumed with a little more gusto, “ Well, I mean I’ve rubbed a couple ones out to you being the professor I need to get an A from, that was hot. But then I was in the locker room taking a leak and I heard this noise and then I saw you fucking and you were totally in charge of this guy who was bigger than me I mean you made him say yes and then he was moaning and groaning and all I could think of was that I wished I was the one on that bench and I don’t think I’ll ever forget that sight as long as I live.” He finished and took a long sip, tipping the mug almost upside down as he drained it.

“Yes.” Was the only thing that came to mind, “that is something that I did.” I took both our mugs and carried them to the sink. “I, um, well,” my hands were moving on their own. “Yeah, I don’t know what to say to that. First time public sex for me.”

“Was that your trainer, the guy who wanted you in the steam room?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t he the owner of the gym as well?”

“Also yes.”

“Are you dating him?”

I placed the mugs on the dish rack next to the sink, “That’s… complicated.”

Whatever Viktor was going to say as he opened his mouth was lost at the sound of my front door opening. I turned and moved toward the noise. Turning the corner, I saw Bubba standing in my foyer, gym bag in hand.

“Heeeey Bubba,” A million things went through my head, all in different directions. Since my heart didn’t know which thought to follow, it decided beat just a little faster as if it also wanted to know what I’d do before deciding to ramp up or stop dead. “You’re back from the gym.” I felt the vibrations of heavy footsteps before feeling Viktor hover over my shoulder, still wrapped in only a blanket. “This is Viktor; he’s the meathead from the gym. He also happens to be that student I told about, the one whose face I got in, remember?”

Bubba hadn’t moved. He stood in the entrance, his head near the ceiling. His face was in our direction, but he didn’t seem to be looking at us.

“Bubba? Is everything ok?”

His gym bag slipped from his fingers. Then he waivered. Bubba’s knees hit the floor with a thud before his torso fell forward with a house shaking crash.