My young adult life changed forever during a routine business trip. I am 26 years old and employed by a large regional bank supporting their ATM machines and networks. Until a few months ago I was dating a woman who I intended to marry. She was a nurse and I would've described our relationship as strong, committed and healthy. Unfortunately, she became involved with another man she met at her hospital. He was a nurse, too, and they worked the same shifts.
I was devastated by the betrayal, and my self confidence was at an all-time low. I couldn't help feeling inadequate because her nurse boyfriend's picture that I had seen on her Facebook page looked handsome. Last month I heard through a mutual friend that the two of them were now engaged.
I was determined to get into better shape, even though I wasn't overweight and never had too much trouble getting dates. But I definitely lacked sexual prowess in the bedroom, something I struggled to overcome since highschool. And maybe that's why my girlfriend had been cheating on me.
While I found myself attracted to women, sex was mostly mechanical for me, and I didn't question my sexual orientation even though I occasionally visited porn sites and sometimes found myself more interested in the male performer.
I was on a trip to Oklahoma City for the entire week and it was my first morning at the hotel.
I'm an early riser, so I thought I'd have the hotel gym to myself when I left my room at 5:30am. When I arrived I was surprised to see another man who appeared to be finishing an intense workout. He was sweating profusely on the far side of the room, so he must've started his workout at least 30 or 45 minutes earlier. I headed for the treadmill nearest to the entryway and studied the screen to program a 30 minute run.
"Good morning gym buddy," a deep baritone voice grunted as he completed a dumbbell curl.
"Good morning," I responded, my voice resonating much higher than his. He was wearing a T-shirt and gym shorts. I'm 5ft 9in tall, and fit at 160 lbs, but this guy outweighed me by probably 40 pounds of muscle mass and I gauged his height a couple inches over 6ft.
"You'll have the place to yourself, I'm wiped out, heading to the shower," he announced as he returned the dumbbells to their rack. I couldn't help notice they were the heaviest, 80 lb set. Even in my peak shape during college, I could barely manage 50 lb dumbbells.
I found myself impressed by his muscular build, but didn't want to stare, so I shifted my gaze to my treadmill settings. I started my warmup and noticed I could still see him in the mirror. He looked to be in his mid to late forties, dark hair with hints of gray, salt and pepper beard, neatly trimmed around a square jaw line, and piercing blue eyes. He grabbed a clean hand towel from the bin and started wiping sweat from his brow, face, arms and lower legs.
He had a virile demeanor and confidence matching his athletic physique, and he started walking in my direction because the exit was behind me.
As he got closer I found myself feeling somewhat inferior to this magnificent male specimen. As he walked behind me, I could smell his sweaty musk odor, owing to the poor ventilation in the gym
As he opened the door behind my treadmill, he threw his used towel into the empty laundry bin and said "Have a good one, Butch" and the door closed behind him before I could respond.
What the heck, why did he say "Butch"? Was that polite banter, or a mild insult? I couldn't decide, and I couldn't take my mind off this man's attitude and air of superiority. I realized the treadmill was still on the warmup setting, so I told myself "get yourself together Terry and start jogging and complete your workout."
Forty minutes later, I was still alone and finishing my workout. I went to grab a hand towel and realized there weren't any clean towels. For some reason I impetuously reached into the laundry bin and retrieved the man's used towel sitting on top. With towel in hand, I headed to the lobby elevator and pressed the call button. I was staying on the fourth floor and typically used the stairs but was tired after my workout. The elevator dinged and the door opened. To my surprise and embarrassment, the man I'd been obsessing over stepped out in an expensive looking navy suit. He glanced briefly at me and I think his eyes flicked to the towel.
He seemed to smirk, then winked at me and brushed past me towards the hotel lobby. I kept my eyes down, pressed the fourth floor button quickly and the doors closed. I could feel my face turning crimson like a teenage girl. Why did this man just wink at me? And could he tell I had his used towel? He probably knew he had taken the last clean hand towel. And when he brushed past, I sensed an electric charge.
After closing the door to my room, I immediately lifted the man's damp towel to my nose and inhaled deeply. The sweaty musk scent was intoxicating, I had to sit down and felt my dick stirring in my gym shorts. I was getting aroused by just absorbing odors from this stud man's used towel.
Oh, God, what the hell was happening to me, and why was I so infatuated with this man? I had known since highschool that I occasionally found some men attractive, but my upbringing didn't tolerate same sex inclinations, and until a few months ago I had been in a sexually satisfying relationship with a woman. But this was an intense, almost overwhelming feeling.
My dick wouldn't settle down and my mind kept racing back to that man's wink, his powerful stature, and his deep, sexy voice that called me "Butch."
Checking the clock I realized I needed to hussle or I'd be late. I snapped out of my daze and jumped into the shower, dressed and grabbed my car rental keys. On the way out, I placed the maid service card on the door so it displayed "No service needed". On my way through the lobby there was no sign of the the muscle man.
