The Giant of Bright Tower, Chapter 7

Bubba decided to spend the night. After cleaning up after dinner, I got some spare blankets and brought them downstairs. I had left the mattress in the living room, and it has served as a spare bedroom for my extra large guest ever since. After brushing my teeth, however, I exited the bathroom to find Bubba in my bed, his gut a mound beneath the covers. I smiled and sighed, knowing better than to start this conversation. Seeing how thinly the covers were stretched, I headed back downstairs to grab the spare blankets. Back in my bedroom, I unfolded them and lay them over my tiny section of the bed. Satisfied, I put on my PJs. After squeezing in next to Bubba, I reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. In the darkness, Bubbas arm wrapped around me like a boa constrictor, and pulled me close.

“You’re nervous about injecting me again, aren’t cha boy?”

I went still. Bubba continued, “Yeah, I thought so. You were real quiet after dinner.”

“It’s not that, I just-“ Bubba’s arm briefly tightened around me. “Ok, yeah. I’m nervous.”

“Do you think I was lying about my weight?”

“No.”

“You’ve been tinkering with your serum for months, did ya work out the kinks?”

“I’m pretty sure-“

“Pretty sure!?” Bubba explained, turning us onto our sides to spoon. His belly pressed against my back from my shoulders to my ass. It was a warm, secure feeling. “Well, if you’re only pretty sure, we should call the whole thing off.”

“No,I-” I paused. Then, in a more confident voice, I said, “I know I’ve fixed it. It’s what I want it to be. I know it’s safer now.”

“Well then, what’s there to be nervous about?” his arm held me close, “I trust ya, You got this.”

“Yeah,” I held his arm against me, “its just…things can go wrong.”

“Hmpf.” Bubba grunted, “That’s life. Whatcha gonna do about it?”

“I guess so.” I rubbed his arm, “I mean, I’ve done the best I can.”

“Yep, Best you can is best you can do,” he snuggled in tighter, “Besides, you say this a major breakthrough in science, right? If you’re learning to make an omelet, you’re gonna break some eggs along the way.”

“Says the egg.” I replied.

Things were quiet for a bit.

“You still nervous boy?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” Bubba started moving his hand, “I can help ya with that.” His big hand explored my body until he found me, and started kneading and rolling me around in his gentle grip. My lips parted, my hips opened to give him easier access. He rubbed until I was firm in his grip. I felt his breath on my neck, and then I felt his tongue on my ear. He licked me the way you’d lick an ice cream cone, long strokes that left my ear coated in saliva.

“Ya like that boy?” Bubba nibbled on my ear. I squirmed in his tight grip but he held on. “Na, you’re not going anywhere. Not until I’ve had desert.”

He pulled the covers off of us. His strong arms moved me on top of him so our bellies touched. Or rather, my entire body lay on top of his mammoth mound of flesh. His hands found my ass, and he pulled me higher up, until I was sitting on his chest. He pulled me forward again until my knees were on either side of his head, and my hard dick pressed against his chin through the fabric of my PJs. With a flick of his wrist, I was free and hovered in front of his mouth. With a quick slurp, he took me in his mouth and began a gentle sucking, almost like a nursing. I had nothing to hold onto besides the wall in front of me. I slapped my hands against the wall for what little support I could get. I moaned and arched my back. Of course Bubba would be talented with his mouth in many ways.

He paused for a bit, and his tongue snaked out and explored my balls for a bit, before pulling me back into his mouth. His hands pushed into my backside, paused, and pushed again. I got his hint, and I started moving my hips own my own. My dick plunged in and out of his mouth. Bubba moved in sync, his tongue exploring in brief moments. He wasn’t even gagging. Considering I’ve seen him swallow three foot long hot dog at once, this wasn’t a surprise.

I could feel myself getting close. I moved one hand to Bubba head and squeezed. He squeezed my ass in return, and moved his hands up to my nipples, and began playing with them. I pounded faster, Bubba didn’t even seem to notice. With one final thrust, I came, my hands straining against the wall, my toes curling. Bubba squeezed me, and I felt like a gogurt pouch with him wanting to get every last drop.

A mind blowing BJ after a long day of work; I went limp. Bubba caught me, and guided me gently down to his side. As my eyelids felt heavier and heavier, he tucked me in under his arm. I felt warm and safe. The worry of tomorrow was pushed away, and the moment was all that existed.

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I slowly blinked, and wondered what was inches before my eyes and why it smelled warm and earthy. Then I remembered and understood. I must have rolled over in my sleep, and was lying against Bubba, my right arm across, well, against him. I could feel his arm against my back; holding me close even though his eyes were still closed and his breathing soft.

Soft sunlight illuminated the room, and I hated to admit that it made everything look pretty. Bubba was still trying to make me a morning person, and I was fighting him every inch of the way. I closed my eyes again, trying to sleep a little more and not wake the sleeping beast. All too soon, I heard and felt a deep inhale, and Bubba raised his other hand to his mouth to stifle a yawn. I yawned as well, so he would know I was awake, and his hand squeezed my back.

“Good morning, boy.”

“Mmm,” I snuggled harder, “Morning yes, good not so much. Still sleepy.”

“C’mon, it’s a new day, full of new possibilities.” He shifted and grabbed me under the covers. I protested half-heartily as he dragged me on top of himself. Bubba was on his back, and I was laying on my stomach on top of him while under the blanket. It was warm and soft, and I felt myself gently rise and fall as Bubba breathed. His hands were massaging my back, really kneading into the shoulders. I lay my head on his chest and sighed.

“You realized this is even more comfortable, right?”

“Oh I know, but I was luring you into a false sense of security for my sneak attack.”

I was about to open my mouth when Bubba tossed the covers back and held me tight to his body. He shuffled us over to the side of the bed, and sat up with me crushed against him. With one hand, he whipped off his boxers followed by my PJ bottoms. He made his way to the bathroom and that’s when I understood his malicious intentions.

A few years back, I got a nice commission for helping to edit a textbook. When I asked a fellow professor of economics what do, he told me upgrading bathrooms is never a bad investment. So I had my master bathroom upgraded and got myself a stupendous shower. It was big with a glass wall and looked fantastic. It was way more than I needed, but I was so happy my elbows no longer bumped into the walls. I also think it was one of the reasons Bubba stayed over so often, It was a shower he could fit in. Actually, we’ve found we can both fit in at the same time.

Bubba bumped open the shower door and stepped us inside. Bracing myself for the inevitable, I squeezed my eyes shut. I heard the water start and took a breath, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes, wondering where my cold water assault was, then saw the shower pointed to the wall. I glared up at Bubba, who laughed.

“Oh, you should have seen the look on your face. Nah, I wouldn’t wake you up with a cold shower. Wouldn’t do that to my worst enemies.” He set me down on my feet, and turned me around so my back was against his belly. “ Nah I just figured why not start this big day off right.”

He reached overhead and turned the facet back on me. I closed my eyes again, and felt the spray of hot water cascade over me. I leaned back against Bubba’s quickly slickening front; his arms fell to my shoulders and began kneading them.

“Ok,” I murmured over the sound of the shower, “This is a nice way to wake up.”

I felt Bubba vibrate with a chuckle. And then one hand disappeared and I could feel shampoo being poured on my head. Bubba’s hands moved to my head and began massaging it into my scalp. I could feel the strength in his hands; it felt like he could crush my skull if he wanted to. I sighed as the hot water chase the last of sleep away.

Bubba took his hands away, and I raised my hands to wash the soap from my hair. He grabbed a bar of soap, and began aggressively scrubbing me all over.

“Ow, hey. I’m a person, not a car.”

“Dirty, so dirty.” Bubba muttered, ignoring me and knelt down in the shower. I had to brace myself against the wall; it was like he was trying to scrub off my skin as he moved his soapy hands up and down my legs. He got to my ass, “So dirty, you really need this cleaned.” With one hands, he pressed and moved his hand up and down my crack. I let out a gasp; it wasn’t painful, but he was washing me hard enough to feel it inside. After a minute, I felt him grab both cheeks and spread them.

“So dirty.” And then he buried his face.

My knees almost buckled then and there. Between the warm water spraying against me, and Bubba’s tongue exploring inside me, my senses were assaulted with pleasure. I could feel the water running down my back split as it met Bubbas face. My hands curled against the slick tile wall and I arched my back. How could anyone be this talented with their mouth?

Again, I felt bold and I think it was Bubba personality rubbing off on me. I reached one hand behind me and shoved Bubba’s face in harder. He responded enthusiastically, and dug in deeper. I felt Bubba shift behind me, finding a more comfortable sitting position, his face never leaving my backside. I pressed my hips backward, arching my back as his beard scuffed against my asshole.

I couldn’t take it. I pulled forward and could almost hear that wet plunger sound as Bubba came up for air. I turned around to see him sitting on the shower floor with his legs out like some kind of giant baby, though no baby had a rock hard dick standing straight up. I stepped forward, grabbed his head, and guided him to me. He enveloped my cock in one slurp, and his free hand began to pull on his own raging boner. My hips moved in rhythm, shoving myself in and out of his mouth. I felt it building again, and I pulled out and began to furiously pull on myself. He kept his face close, mouth open and tongue out wide, its soft tip every so often rubbing against me from underneath. I came, and he quickly moved forward and caught as much as he could in his mouth.

Bubba began jerking off faster and faster, and a low growl escaped his lips. With a bellow, he came and white-hot jizz erupted from his dick to fly into the air. The first shot hit me on my chest, and a great deal more splashed on my belly. Slowly, the spurts grew lower and lower, as well as farther apart. Soon, the only sound was the stream of hot water. Bubba had his eyes closed, his hands out behind him to hold him up while his breathing returned to normal. I took the opportunity of having the shower to myself to get all of his slime off of me. I heard movement behind me, then I yelped as I felt a bite on my left ass cheek. I turned to see Bubba grinning as he got back to his feet.

“Tasty.” Bubba belly bumped me out of the way of the water. I had finished, so I let myself out of the shower. We’d been in there so long, the bathroom had humidified, the large mirror above the sink completely fogged. I went to the window and cracked it, letting in some cool dry air. Grabbing a towel, I turned to watch Bubba in the shower as I dried off.

He was indeed a chunky, hunky again, like the first day he had cooked naked in my kitchen. I hit a switch on the wall and a light came on in the shower. He noticed the change, and then caught me watching him. He grinned; that same boyish, mischief grin. He began rubbing himself all over, pressing his giant pecs together. He raised his hands and flexed his biceps both at the same time. He turned and ran his hands down his back to his butt, grabbing each and jiggling. He walked backward until he reached the glass for a lovely pressed ham.

I laughed, and waved, letting him know I was leaving. I stepped out of the bathroom into my much cooler room. I opened my drawer, reaching for some underwear. It was time to try again.