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.