The big bull-2

When I arrived back at the frat house, the noise had died down significantly, although the air was still steaming hot. There were a lot less people, the lights were lower and so I thought I could go up and get my watch and get out as unnoticed as possible. There were a few guys in the kitchen playing some sort of drinking game. Some couples were making out in the living room and in the corners. I went up to the bathroom and waited as someone was in there. Down the hall, almost all of the doors were shut. I knew lots of action was taking place behind those doors. Some guy, who was completely wasted, stumbled out of the bathroom not even looking up at me. I went in. My watch was not on the window sill and I checked all over the place and could not find it. I was quite upset, but not all that surprised, so I thought it was a lost cause.

I came out of the bathroom and who was standing there to my shocking surprise, but the huge beast; Christopher Bullock. He was pretty much looking the same way as he did hours ago. I guess he could party without being a fall down drunk. I looked at him and he just smiled. “Yo buddy, I thought you left a long time ago?” He said in his heavy low voice.

“Oh um, yeah, I um, left my watch in the bathroom earlier and came back for it, but I guess someone else found it and took off with it.” It sounded like a fictional excuse.

“Oh, really? Yeah, well that someone was me.” He chuckled. “I must have come in here after you. I saw it on the window sill and knew it wasn’t any of the house guys’; too nice of a watch.”

“Oh, thanks, I mean, um, can I get it back?” I asked, as if he was holding it for ransom.

“Sure no prob., it wouldn’t fit around my big wrists anyway. I put it in my room.” He walked over to the stairs going to the third floor and started to climb. He paused after a couple of steps, turned and looked back down at me as I waited by the bathroom.

“You coming?” he inquired.

I was caught off guard by this. “Oh, sure,” I quickly said and I followed him up the stairs.

As we walked up I could not help but watch his enormous ass move in his jeans with each step. He turned and looked back down at me and I gasped a bit, thinking he may have caught me looking. He just smirked and kept climbing.

He led me to the door at the end of the hallway. He entered into a small bedroom. I looked around and couldn’t believe how little it seamed for such a big guy.

“My price for getting my own room was that I got a smaller one.” He chuckled.

His twin bed was pushed against one wall and a desk and dresser were against the other. Only a narrow space was between them. He started searching through the top drawer of the dresser. He had lots of football, wrestling and weight lifting posters all over his walls.

“I threw it in here after I found it,” he informed me. I stood in the door way waiting. The air in his room was very warm and humid.

“Here it is.” And he turned and was about to hand it to me.

“Thanks a lot… Chris.”

“Oh, you know my name?”

Embarrassed that I did, I tried to cover, “Well sure, I mean, don’t most people, you are a major player on the team and all.”

He smiled, looking kind of skeptical. I shared with him who had invited me to the party. “It’s cool that Tyler told you to come, even if it’s not your thing. But no one calls me Chris, except my folks. Everyone at school knows me as ‘Big Bull’, for my last name Bullock,” he paused and then added, “among other things.”

I kind of giggled at that. “Oh, okay”, I said awkwardly. “Um, well, yeah, um, you definitely are big.”

He nodded with a grin, “I’ve always been and always will be”, he said with confidence. “And will try to get even bigger in the future.”

“Really?” I couldn’t believe it was possible.

“Yeah, most guys want to tone up. Not me, I want to get huger and bulkier, with lots of padding,” He grabbed his overfed stomach and shook it. “Underneath is all natural powerful muscle baby! No roids. Can you believe it?”

I didn’t know what to say in response, only, “Wow”, came out. I immediately felt so much smaller and weaker, at my being 5’9″ and 155 pounds and his being several inches taller and a whopping 323. I was intimidated but yet really excited. His frame completely filled the room and eyes never left me as we stood there for a brief moment in awkward silence. I finally broke the pause, “Well again, thanks”, as he handed me my watch, which I dropped into my pocket, “and good luck with your, um, getting bigger.”

He nodded his head, kind of arrogantly.

Unsure of what else to say, I added, “Oh and um, nice pictures.”

“Oh yeah.” His voice rumbled. “You like ’em?”

“Sure.” I agreed, although I really didn’t care what kind of posters he had on his walls.

“Yeah I like ’em too; my temple of heroes. Look at this one, I met that guy at a convention last year,” as he pointed to a pro wrestling poster with an autograph across the bottom. It hung above his bed, so I stepped into the room to get a better look, I did start to get a little thrill at the collection of muscular athletes.

“I met this guy too,” he said as he pointed to another. “But I’ll show you the one I like best.” He squeezed by me, so that he was between me and the door. He then closed the door, revealing a poster of a world famous power lifter hanging on the back.

“This guy’s my favorite.” He gushed. “He’s bulked up to 400 pounds, fuckin’ huge and awesome.”