The big bull-1

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.