It had been three months since Rachel had dumped me. I was the only one to blame. For the past year, I had been neglecting her. I didn't want to go on dates anymore. I didn't give her much attention. And I spent way too much time online... late at night. What did I do? I watched gay porn, read gay stories and chatted with gay men! Yes, I was starting to figure out that I liked men more than women. I still found girls attractive. But I felt like I needed to be with men. But not any men: Strong, Dominant, Rough Men.
One day, even though I was always being careful clearing my browsing history, Rachel found out about my deep secrets. She called me a homo and left me on the spot. It only took about one hour for me to be on the street, with 2 suitcases, the clothes on my back, and, luckily, my iPhone charger!
So here I was, 90 days later, single, living alone in a small flat close to my workplace. Work was about the only thing that was stable in my life. As a marketing consultant, I worked with a large creative team. Even on those days when I arrived at work not feeling too well, my colleagues quickly put a smile on my face. I was also lucky to travel a lot for work. Little did I know that the next trip would change my life forever.
My conference was in a big and luxurious L.A hotel complex. About 2,000 professionals were in attendance. I was fortunate to have a room in that same hotel. I found that this always made things easier. I could go relax in my room between workshops, and had the luxury to leave the room a few minutes before the beginning of the conference.
I arrived at the hotel late in the evening, so I grabbed a quick bite, had a nightcap, and went straight to bed. I woke up at 5AM. That was my routine. I always got up early to train. I was now 40 years old, but in the best shape I had ever been. For the past five years, I had been training hard: marathons, a few Ironmen, muscle building sessions, healthy eating, etc. I was proud of my improvements.
I changed clothes and headed directly to the gym.
Surprisingly, the gym was busy! I hopped on the first available spinning bike, started my Garmin and my music, and started pedaling. I was in the zone. I was really pushing myself. After about 20 minutes of intense intervals, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stopped my music and slowed down.
"Hey man. So sorry buddy, but I think you dropped your room card." The guy standing beside my bike was... well... he was a fucking hunk! About 6 feet tall, blond, blue eyes, fit. I was in very good shape, but my thing was mostly cardio. This guy was cut!
"Oh wow, thanks man, I appreciate it", I said, giggling.
He smiled at me, and hopped on the bike beside me.
"I'm Matt." He shook my hand.
"I'm Bradley. Nice to meet you Matt. Are you here for the conference?"
"Yeah. This is my favorite marketing conference. Love visiting L.A. ", he said. "What about you, what's your story?"
"Well... I'm from Boston. I've been at this conference five times already. I'm actually hosting a workshop about small businesses and social media today."
"That's awesome buddy. I'll make sure to add that one to my list."
We chatted like this for about 20 minutes. My pace was obviously more relaxed, but that was ok. I had made a friend, and he was cute! I went back to my room, took a nice long shower, jerked off thinking about my new friend, got ready and headed down to the conference. I was a little bit nervous. The workshop I was hosting was set for 3:30 PM. But I first had to attend the opening conference.
