- GTOK,
Chapter 23
“What! … the Fuck?!"
“Fuck this shit,” Todd murmured. “Get me all worked up and shit then she fuckin’ leave my by myself. Balls buzzin like a muthafucka. Need to blow this fuckin nut. And this chick wanna leave me hanging’ What the fell,” he continued under his breath as he paced around the room, trying to calm his nerves to get a grip on the incessant buzzing in his scrotum. Todd tried to massage and stretch the big sack in an attempt to alleviate the sensations but it only made things worse. Plus, his thirst was becoming unbearable. “Fuck this,” he muttered again. I need some damn water.”
Todd walked over to the door and slowly made his way into the hallway. He heard voices to his left and around the corner, in the direction of the kitchen. But had no desire to walk in on anyone in his condition so he turned right and headed towards the front of the house and to the smaller kitchen. Todd has always been fascinated with Jackie’s home and how she’d made it into so many functional areas: living quarters, laboratory, exam rooms and offices. The house was a vast network of rooms and offices, almost maze-like, and he often wondered about simply “moving in” with her or making one of the spaces his own. He was knee deep in thought that he didn’t see Jonathan and Elsa when he turned the corner into the kitchen.
“Uh, hello,” Elsa said with a harsher tone that she intended. “What are you doing here and what are you naked?” Todd turned, slightly startled but didn’t show it. Instead, he smirked and casually walked to the other side of the island, giving both of them full view of his now semi-erect swinging beast. “Wassup Officer Mitchell,” Todd said, his voice thick with incredulity and flippancy. “I see you dickin down Elsa, now. I wonder why you ain’t been around, sexy,” Todd said, giving Elsa a wink and a grin, knowing that he was getting under Jonathan’s skin. Elsa, for her part, didn’t know the relationship the two men had with each other, but she knew she wasn’t in a good spot - especially after being outed by Todd about their sexual past. “Pump your brakes, Mack,” Jonathan said, his voice low, but forceful. Elsa could tell he was in full cop-mode and didn’t like the direction things were headed.
Todd put his hands up to his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry Officer, no disrespect, yo,” Todd said, his grin widening. He purposefully shifted his hips to generate enough momentum to make his pendulous member sway back and forth. Elsa was thankful she was standing in front of Jonathan in a way that didn’t allow him to see her eyes; they were fastened on Todd’s thick, pulsing flesh. “Quite the dick you got there,” Jonathan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Todd only chuckled. “Don’t you wish. Don’t you wish,” he said flatly.
Those words sent Elsa’s mind back to the time she’d slept with Todd soon after she’d started dating Jonathan and she recalled how she wished “he were bigger” in reference to Jonathan and his fat log. She loved the girth, but wondered how he’d be with Todd’s length, and even his sexual prowess. Not that Jonathan was bad, she’d kept reminding herself. He was good, great even. But he was no Todd. Fucking was what Todd was built for and he'd exceeded every expectation, and even some she didn’t even know that she had. Sturgeon at his slowly inflating cock now made her go back to the very reason why she’d brought him here in the first place - the serum. She reminded herself that Todd was a product of that very same serum and that soon Jonathan would (hopefully) be as big, if not bigger. But for the moment, it was Todd’s chocolate stick that filled her eyes and mind - and she wanted it. Badly.
“Well not to continue to disturb you two,” Todd said dropping his hands and turning to the refrigerator, “but I’m quite parched so I need to find something to drink.” He opened the fridge and pulled out a large bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap and turned it up, downing its entire contents in seemingly one large gulp. It was enough to even impress Jonathan. “You sure know how to slurp it down, Mack,” Jonathan said as he stepped around Elsa and closer to the island. The comment made Todd laugh. “Hey man - sorry if your stings and all that shit didn’t pan out but I told you once and I’m gonna keep tellin’ you until you get it: I don’t slang dope. I fuck on camera. Ya dig? I mean I got my own little stash of, ya know, ‘medicinal herb,’ personal use stuff, ya know, but I ain’t the one you lookin’ for. Feel me?” Todd said as he pulled out another bottle of water. Jonathan reseted his palms on the island flexing his large triceps in an effort to project his authority. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, his baritone voice reverberating through the room. “And as I told you before, I know the circle you run with and and I really don’t give a fuck about you, where you played ball, how many ‘connections’ you have or any shit like that. You know what I’m looking for. All you gotta do is cooperate and I leave you the hell alone. Simple as that. You feel me?” he added the last part with emphasis. Todd smirked in response.
Todd downed the other bottle and reached for a third. Elsa took note of his water intake and made a mental note. “That’s an effect of the serum,” she thought as the two men continued with their tete-a-tete. “His metabolic rate has gone haywire.” She looked at his arms and noted how much more defined and ripped they were, as well as his abs and quads. “He’s starting to burn through the fat at a faster rate. We need to slow that down,” she thought. She walked over to the pantry and pulled out a bag of almonds and tossed them on the island. She moved behind Todd and reached into the fridge and brought a cup of strawberries, a jug of milk and a couple of bananas. Next she went to the a cabinet and pulled out a large container full with a container that looked like flower. She brought them all over to the blender on the counter.
“You're making a smoothie?” Jonathan asked in surprise. “You got a grown man standing naked in your kitchen, a man that’s a known associate of drug dealers and that happens to know you and claims to have had sex with you - and you’re making a smoothie?” By the time Jonathan was done talking, Elsa was disengaging the jar and pouring the contents into a large glass. She slid the drink across the table to Todd and pointed to the bag of almonds. "We need to load you up on carbs to help counterbalance your metabolism. That’s why you’re so thirsty, or at least one of the reasons. I assume since you’re naked that Jackie was administering tests?” Elsa said, oblivious to Jonathan’s comment and stares as she was in full on "medical-mode” and treating a patient. For Todd’s part, he fell in lock step, easily sliding into his role as patient. “Yeh, she took some blood and put it in one of this spinnin' things and was lookin' up stuff on the computer. She left me in that damn room a long time. Heard her talkin' to some other folks when I came out to get something’ to drink,” he said around a mouth full of almonds.
“Folks?” Elsa asked. “What other folks?”
“What! … the Fuck?!"
“Fuck this shit,” Todd murmured. “Get me all worked up and shit then she fuckin’ leave my by myself. Balls buzzin like a muthafucka. Need to blow this fuckin nut. And this chick wanna leave me hanging’ What the fell,” he continued under his breath as he paced around the room, trying to calm his nerves to get a grip on the incessant buzzing in his scrotum. Todd tried to massage and stretch the big sack in an attempt to alleviate the sensations but it only made things worse. Plus, his thirst was becoming unbearable. “Fuck this,” he muttered again. I need some damn water.”
Todd walked over to the door and slowly made his way into the hallway. He heard voices to his left and around the corner, in the direction of the kitchen. But had no desire to walk in on anyone in his condition so he turned right and headed towards the front of the house and to the smaller kitchen. Todd has always been fascinated with Jackie’s home and how she’d made it into so many functional areas: living quarters, laboratory, exam rooms and offices. The house was a vast network of rooms and offices, almost maze-like, and he often wondered about simply “moving in” with her or making one of the spaces his own. He was knee deep in thought that he didn’t see Jonathan and Elsa when he turned the corner into the kitchen.
“Uh, hello,” Elsa said with a harsher tone that she intended. “What are you doing here and what are you naked?” Todd turned, slightly startled but didn’t show it. Instead, he smirked and casually walked to the other side of the island, giving both of them full view of his now semi-erect swinging beast. “Wassup Officer Mitchell,” Todd said, his voice thick with incredulity and flippancy. “I see you dickin down Elsa, now. I wonder why you ain’t been around, sexy,” Todd said, giving Elsa a wink and a grin, knowing that he was getting under Jonathan’s skin. Elsa, for her part, didn’t know the relationship the two men had with each other, but she knew she wasn’t in a good spot - especially after being outed by Todd about their sexual past. “Pump your brakes, Mack,” Jonathan said, his voice low, but forceful. Elsa could tell he was in full cop-mode and didn’t like the direction things were headed.
Todd put his hands up to his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry Officer, no disrespect, yo,” Todd said, his grin widening. He purposefully shifted his hips to generate enough momentum to make his pendulous member sway back and forth. Elsa was thankful she was standing in front of Jonathan in a way that didn’t allow him to see her eyes; they were fastened on Todd’s thick, pulsing flesh. “Quite the dick you got there,” Jonathan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Todd only chuckled. “Don’t you wish. Don’t you wish,” he said flatly.
Those words sent Elsa’s mind back to the time she’d slept with Todd soon after she’d started dating Jonathan and she recalled how she wished “he were bigger” in reference to Jonathan and his fat log. She loved the girth, but wondered how he’d be with Todd’s length, and even his sexual prowess. Not that Jonathan was bad, she’d kept reminding herself. He was good, great even. But he was no Todd. Fucking was what Todd was built for and he'd exceeded every expectation, and even some she didn’t even know that she had. Sturgeon at his slowly inflating cock now made her go back to the very reason why she’d brought him here in the first place - the serum. She reminded herself that Todd was a product of that very same serum and that soon Jonathan would (hopefully) be as big, if not bigger. But for the moment, it was Todd’s chocolate stick that filled her eyes and mind - and she wanted it. Badly.
“Well not to continue to disturb you two,” Todd said dropping his hands and turning to the refrigerator, “but I’m quite parched so I need to find something to drink.” He opened the fridge and pulled out a large bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap and turned it up, downing its entire contents in seemingly one large gulp. It was enough to even impress Jonathan. “You sure know how to slurp it down, Mack,” Jonathan said as he stepped around Elsa and closer to the island. The comment made Todd laugh. “Hey man - sorry if your stings and all that shit didn’t pan out but I told you once and I’m gonna keep tellin’ you until you get it: I don’t slang dope. I fuck on camera. Ya dig? I mean I got my own little stash of, ya know, ‘medicinal herb,’ personal use stuff, ya know, but I ain’t the one you lookin’ for. Feel me?” Todd said as he pulled out another bottle of water. Jonathan reseted his palms on the island flexing his large triceps in an effort to project his authority. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, his baritone voice reverberating through the room. “And as I told you before, I know the circle you run with and and I really don’t give a fuck about you, where you played ball, how many ‘connections’ you have or any shit like that. You know what I’m looking for. All you gotta do is cooperate and I leave you the hell alone. Simple as that. You feel me?” he added the last part with emphasis. Todd smirked in response.
Todd downed the other bottle and reached for a third. Elsa took note of his water intake and made a mental note. “That’s an effect of the serum,” she thought as the two men continued with their tete-a-tete. “His metabolic rate has gone haywire.” She looked at his arms and noted how much more defined and ripped they were, as well as his abs and quads. “He’s starting to burn through the fat at a faster rate. We need to slow that down,” she thought. She walked over to the pantry and pulled out a bag of almonds and tossed them on the island. She moved behind Todd and reached into the fridge and brought a cup of strawberries, a jug of milk and a couple of bananas. Next she went to the a cabinet and pulled out a large container full with a container that looked like flower. She brought them all over to the blender on the counter.
“You're making a smoothie?” Jonathan asked in surprise. “You got a grown man standing naked in your kitchen, a man that’s a known associate of drug dealers and that happens to know you and claims to have had sex with you - and you’re making a smoothie?” By the time Jonathan was done talking, Elsa was disengaging the jar and pouring the contents into a large glass. She slid the drink across the table to Todd and pointed to the bag of almonds. "We need to load you up on carbs to help counterbalance your metabolism. That’s why you’re so thirsty, or at least one of the reasons. I assume since you’re naked that Jackie was administering tests?” Elsa said, oblivious to Jonathan’s comment and stares as she was in full on "medical-mode” and treating a patient. For Todd’s part, he fell in lock step, easily sliding into his role as patient. “Yeh, she took some blood and put it in one of this spinnin' things and was lookin' up stuff on the computer. She left me in that damn room a long time. Heard her talkin' to some other folks when I came out to get something’ to drink,” he said around a mouth full of almonds.
“Folks?” Elsa asked. “What other folks?”