The big bull-3

The bulging bald weight lifter on the poster did look hot. “Man, he is something,” I said.

There was another moment of silence as I just stared at the poster. I guess I lingered a little too long.

“So, I guess you like lookin’ at big guys, don’t you?” Bull asked.

I wasn’t sure if I heard the question correctly. “Excuse me?” I said.

“You heard me. You like big muscle guys, right?” he seemed to almost demand an answer.

We were standing extremely close in his tiny little room; I could feel his hot breath bearing down onto my face. I swallowed hard, “Oh yeah, I guess, I um…well, you know…”

“I knew it when I saw you, staring downstairs earlier. I could tell you’re gay.” He spoke so plain that I wasn’t sure if he was joking or else going to kick my ass. “A little gay Twinkie….Came to see how the straight studs party?”

My mouth dropped open as I stared up at his face. He just smiled and shook his head from side to side. “I knew it. It’s okay, little buddy. You like this shit, right?” he asked as he slowly rubbed one of his big biceps.