The big bull-1
I transferred in the spring as a first semester sophomore to a medium sized fairly conservative college in rural Pennsylvania. I lived in the regular dorms, which was okay, but most of the guys had already formed friendships. And I am not really into the crazy college age male bonding, at least not in the traditional way. My life was somewhat dull, not engaging in the usual college high jinks and spent most of my time on the computer, studying, etc. I would occasionally go down to the general gym and work out on the equipment. I liked watching some of the guys lifting weights. The football players and other college athletes had their own work out room with heavy weights, which I cruised by once, but got immediate disapproving looks, so I never dared to go back again.
In my Human Anatomy & Physiology class I had gotten paired up with Tyler, a sophomore football player as a Lab partner. When I first met him I was taken back by his very outgoing demeanor. This was because at our college, sports and the players were considered the popular crowd on campus and I had never really found my place. He was really good looking, but he had a girlfriend whom I had met. We occasionally would chat about our personal lives. He was very friendly and liked to talk about himself. He never really asked if I was in a relationship, and more about my general social life, which wasn’t much to talk about. I assumed he figured out that I was gay. I didn’t try to stand out, build it was difficult to hide my slightly high pitched voice and non-masculine mannerisms.
He talked a lot about the past football season, and I did find myself getting more and more interested in football and the players even though the season was over. Tyler was a Running Back for the team and was really cute, but I really liked the big Linemen. Their bulgingly heavy and solid frames just made me twitch all over. There is something about a big beefy stud with lots of meat on his bones that gets me hard.
After working with Tyler throughout the semester, and often helping him a lot through the assignments, he invited me to a party that some his frat buddies, most of whom were football players were planning on Saturday night. He said that if I told them he invited me, I would surely be able to get in without a problem. He said it got pretty wild though. It was at one of the Frat houses. I wasn’t sure if I should do it, nor what to really expect, but when Tyler and his girlfriend, Katie both encouraged me, I decided to go. They said things get started around 10:00pm.
I dressed in nice clothes and went to the party. Walking across the campus at about 10:30, it was unusually warm and humid for late April. There were tons of people at the party, loud music, noise, beer, the whole nine yards. I looked around and eventually found Katie with some other girls. She gave me a hug and introduced me to her friends. It was fun for awhile. Tyler found us and gave me a beer and I hung around with them a bit, but Katie
said I should meet some other people too, so I took the hint. I tried to mingle, but didn’t have much success. I spent most of the time in the background as a wallflower, watching a lot of the players and other macho guys. Some of them would play around and grope some of the giggling girls and I wished it was me they were groping.
It was really hot in the frat house, packed with people. I went into the kitchen to find something to eat and there was some pizza, chips, dip and other junk foods all over the counters. Also in the kitchen there was a group of football players, guzzling beer, tossing a football and knocking into one another. Some of them looked over and saw me watching and started taunting me. Over the loud party I couldn’t make out a lot of what they said, but one of them shouted, “What the fuck are you doing here, fag?” They all laughed, and then returned to their keg.
I thought I should quickly get out of the kitchen, so I turned to leave and bumped right into the largest guy I had ever seen up close. I knew instantly who it was. It was Christopher Bullock, #72, the widest Offensive Lineman the team had. He was 6’2 and 323 pounds of 20 year old beef. He wore one of his tightly clinging football jerseys, not hiding any of his chunky big muscles and a pair of jeans. His bulging arms and immense torso, with protruding pecs were a sight to behold. He had short brown hair, shaved high in the back, accenting his thick neck.
A lump in my throat suddenly came as he looked down at me, gave me a confused look and questioned, “Who are you?” which I could barely make out over the noise. I was trying to explain who invited me, but with all of the racket, he couldn’t really hear me. Then a football came whizzing by and slammed down on the table next to me, up splashed a bunch of cheese sauce onto my shirt and sleeve. Chris started laughing as did many of the guys in the kitchen. I asked them where the bathroom was. Chris just pointed to the stairs. It was at the top of the steps on the second floor. I made my way up there and started to wash the cheese sauce out of my nice shirt. I took off my watch and tried my best to clean it off too, then laid it on the window sill. When most of the stain wouldn’t come out of my shirt, I decided it was time to leave. This wasn’t turning out to be as great as expected.
I walked back down the stairs and left. I arrived back at my quiet dorm room around midnight and changed into a t-shirt and running shorts. Plopped down onto my bed and turned on the television. I must have dozed off because before I knew it, it was 2:30 am. I washed up for bed, but then suddenly realized that I did not have my watch. “Oh shit”, I thought to myself, it was back at the frat house. And it was a fairly expensive watch too. Should I go back in the morning to get it? I would look like an idiot. Make a phone call to the frat house? I must be joking. So, I decided the best way I might get it back was to go back over there now.
