I had been diagnosed with a structural abnormality. The doctor had told me my condition was extremely rare, the kind that had no cure.

It was not exactly dangerous. I was just… different from other men in that regard. More intense. Far beyond normal.

It had been a constant problem.

Every time I brought a woman home, things fell apart the moment clothes started coming off. One look at me, and they panicked and ran like they had seen something they could not handle.

My good buddy Gavin Cobb knew how long I had been going without, and he finally decided to help. He told me about a cycling club and suggested I check it out.

At first, I did not take it seriously. Riding bikes? What was supposed to be exciting about that?

Then he said, "You're underestimating it. The club was full of women. You'd ride up into the mountains at night, and once it was dark, no one could see anything. That was your opportunity. Make them feel good, and they wouldn't push you away. After that, your life would be easy."

The idea got to me immediately. I did not think twice. I agreed on the spot.

My name is Chester Jones.

There was something a little different about my body. Because of that, I was almost thirty and had never been in a real, intimate relationship. It was the kind of frustration that could not easily be explained, the kind that settled deep in the chest and refused to go away.

Then there was Gavin Cobb.

His life could not have been more different.

There were always new women showing up in his social circle. They came and went, one after another, like some endless party that never really stopped. All of them were attractive in their own way. Somehow, they all ended up around him, letting him handle them however he pleased.

I would have been lying if I said I was not jealous. At times, a reckless thought would flicker through my mind, quick and dangerous, only to be pushed down just as fast. Those were his people, after all, and no matter how strong the feeling grew, I knew I could not cross that line.

In the end, I did the only thing I could think of. I spent two thousand dollars and brought a woman home.

The moment she saw me, her expression changed, as if she had just seen something that frightened her. She did not even take the money. She simply turned and hurried away.

When Gavin found out, he did not laugh at me like I expected. Instead, he invited me into a group chat for a cycling club.

"The women in here are all just looking to relax and have fun," he said. "Someone like you, with your… special condition, you might actually stand out more."

Something about what he said struck a nerve. Or maybe it stirred a flicker of hope.

Either way, I agreed almost immediately.

There were ten people in the group, and only two of them were men: Gavin and me.

"From now on, we set up rides in this chat," Gavin told me. "We are our own little circle."

I scrolled through the profile pictures, recognizing three of the women right away. Gavin had been with them before, so he had not been exaggerating after all.

The realization stirred something inside me, a sudden surge of desire that made me almost want to set something up right then and there.

Not long after I joined, the chat lit up.

[Oh? A new handsome guy?]

[Come on, post a pic!]

More messages followed, louder, bolder.

[Let us see what you have.]

[Is he built or not?]

Those women really were there to have fun.

Still, I had just joined. Posting a picture right away felt a little too much.

Before I could decide, Gavin stepped in. He sent a photo of me at the gym.

[This is my boy Chester. Take a look.]

The replies came instantly.

[Wow! He is hot.]

[Gavin, why did you not bring him in earlier? If I knew, I would not have bothered with anyone else.]

A moment later, my Messenger started lighting up. Five new friend requests. I accepted them one by one and checked their profiles.

Every single one of them looked stunning. Crop tops, tight yoga pants, confident poses. Most of them looked like they were in their early twenties. Some were even still in college. They were all messaging me at once.

I could barely keep up.

In the end, I picked one.

She had a great figure, but there was also something soft and pure about her vibe. I decided to focus on her and really try to make that chance count.

Her name was Julia Shaw.

A junior in college. New to the cycling club.

I turned to Gavin. "Have you met this Julia before?"

He glanced at her profile and smiled. "She is new. Has not gone out one on one with anyone yet. You are lucky. A girl like that reaching out to you first? That does not happen often."

I felt a quiet sense of pride. Someone with no experience like her might be easier to approach.

Still, there was one thing bothering me. What if my condition scared her off too?

Gavin just laughed it off.

"Wait until it gets dark. Take her somewhere quiet, like the woods. Once no one can see clearly, you set the pace."

After hearing Gavin's advice, I kept replaying that scene in my head over and over again. The anticipation grew quietly, making it impossible for me to stay calm.

Saturday came faster than I expected. Someone tagged me in the group chat.

[Hey, handsome, you coming to the ride today?]

I immediately messaged Julia.

[Are you going?]

She replied almost right away.

[Chester, if you go, I'll go.]

That made me grin.

I went back to the group and replied, [Of course I'm coming.]

The chat lit up with excitement, everyone eager to finally see what I looked like in person.

I changed into my cycling outfit, the black, tight-fitting suit outlining my solid build perfectly. Standing in front of the mirror, I could not help but smile.

Yeah. This was going to turn some heads.

By the time I finished, Gavin was already waiting downstairs.

He rode ahead, and I followed behind as we made our way to the meeting point.

The women from the group were already gathered by the roadside.

The moment they saw me, they came over one after another.

"So you're Chester? You look even better in real life."

The woman had flawless makeup, and her eyes moved over me without the slightest attempt to hide it. There was a bold curiosity in her gaze as her fingertips brushed lightly against my chest.

I froze for a second.

It felt… strange. Almost overwhelming.

I had spent most of my life keeping to myself, cut off from this kind of social life. I had never really experienced going out with women like that, being that close to them.

Then Julia walked over and tapped my shoulder. "Hey, Chester. I've been waiting for you."

I turned and saw her.

She was wearing a crop top that showed off her figure in a way that made it hard to look away. For a moment, I just stared.

Below that, she had on a short skirt that barely covered her thighs. Her legs were long and smooth, paired with white knee-high socks. Everything about her looked youthful and full of energy.

There was a faint, sweet scent about her, and it hit me instantly. For a moment, I almost forgot how to move. All I wanted was to pull her close, right then and there.

Once everyone had arrived, Gavin gave the signal, and we started riding up the mountain road.

I stayed near the back of the group.

In front of me, the bikes moved in rhythm, and so did the bodies riding them. The motion was impossible to ignore.

Before long, I could feel my body reacting.

Two hours later, we finally reached the top.

Gavin was already out of patience. Before the tents were even set up, he had pulled a woman into his arms, sitting on his bike as they kissed.

I watched as she pressed close to him, moving against him without holding back.

It made something inside me itch in the worst way.

I wanted that.

Badly.

As if she could tell, Julia stepped closer to me and slipped one arm around my neck. Her warmth and soft scent wrapped around me instantly. Every nerve in my body seemed to come alive.

I pulled her in by the waist. Then we kissed.

Julia really was bold.

Even though she was new, she did not hold back at all.

One of my hands traced along her arm. The other moved lower.

She did not resist. If anything, she seemed to enjoy it.

Slowly, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing grew heavier. The sound alone sent a strange tingling through my body.

I was completely reacting then, pressing closer without thinking.

She noticed.

Julia smiled at me, then slipped her hand toward my pants.

My heart jumped.

If she felt what was different about me, she might get scared and leave. I quickly caught her hand and moved it away. She looked at me, surprised.

"Chester, you don't have to worry. This is all normal. If you don't believe me, just look at them."

I followed the direction she pointed.

Gavin was already inside a tent, tangled up with three women and making out with them. The whole thing shook slightly with their movement.

The sight sent a rush of heat through me.

However, it was still daylight. I could not let Julia notice anything unusual, so I forced a small, awkward smile.

"That's not what I meant. Our tent isn't even set up yet. Let's get that done first."

Julia did not say anything else.

She held back the restless tension in her body and helped me set up the tent. That brief contact earlier had already left me overheated and on edge.

As we worked, I had to grit my teeth and fight through the pressure building inside me. It took real effort just to focus long enough to finish setting everything up.

When it was finally done, I lay down for a second, trying to catch my breath.

Then the tent flap opened, and Gavin stepped in with a woman in his arms. A faint smear of lipstick still marked the corner of his mouth. "Chester, you haven't gotten started yet? We're about to eat. Hurry up."

I forced a small smile. "I'll wait until it gets dark. Otherwise…"

Gavin instantly got what I meant.

After he left, a few more women came into the tent. Every one of them had an incredible figure. They leaned in close, smiling at me, their eyes full of playful interest.

I took the opportunity. My hands moved over them one by one, each body distinct beneath my touch, soft, firm, warm.

More importantly, none of them pulled away.

If anything, they seemed to enjoy it, their expressions relaxed and satisfied.

However, my mind was somewhere else. All I could think about was Julia.

I waited for the sky to darken, counting down the time in my head.

Finally, night fell. We set up the grill and gathered around it. Music started playing, and soon everyone was laughing, singing, and moving to the rhythm.

Julia sat right next to me. My hand wandered freely across her, no longer holding back. She leaned close to my ear.

"Chester… I feel so hot."

As she spoke, her warm breath brushed against my skin. Then her tongue traced lightly along the edge of my ear.

The people around us saw everything. They immediately started cheering.

"Kiss her!"

"Kiss her!"

With everyone shouting, there was no way to refuse. I pulled off my shirt, revealing my abs.

The crowd erupted.

"Wow! Chester's in amazing shape!"

"Julia, you're so lucky!"

Julia looked completely swept up in the moment. Being the center of attention only seemed to heighten the intensity for her.

Without hesitation, she pulled off her top as well. The sight hit me instantly, and my heart started racing, as if something small and electric were skittering through my chest.

I pulled her into my arms. It felt almost unreal.

Her soft body trembled slightly against mine. Then she reached down, her hand moving toward my waist, trying to pull my pants off in one quick motion.

I panicked.

I quickly stopped her and adjusted my clothes, my heart pounding.

If they saw what was different about me, it would scare them all away.

The crowd groaned in disappointment.

Julia looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes, as if she thought I did not want her.

The truth was the complete opposite.

I was already reacting, already losing control. However, it was too bright there. I needed somewhere private.

Just then, Gavin came over.

He quietly slipped a pill into my hand.

Leaning close, he whispered, "Your situation is different. She might not be able to handle it. Give her this. It'll make things easier."

I nodded, understanding what he meant.

Then I took Julia's hand and led her toward the small wooded area behind us.

The night was deep and dim. It was hard to even make out each other's expressions.

Julia seemed even more eager than before. She moved closer, her touch bold but still uncertain, sending waves of tension through me.

Everything felt new and overwhelming, the intensity of it pressing in from all sides. I drew her closer until her back met the tree, closing the space between us until it vanished completely, our breaths gradually falling into the same rhythm.

Her body was warm and soft. It was almost impossible to hold back.

The air between us grew hotter, heavier. It felt like we were both losing control.

Just as I was about to go further, Julia suddenly spoke, her voice unsteady.

"Wait… you…"

My heart tightened, and in that moment, something clicked. She was more innocent than I had thought, and she might not have been ready for that.

I hesitated, but only for a second.

I took out the pill Gavin had given me and gently reassured her, guiding her to swallow it.

"It's okay. This will help."

She nodded.

Slowly, her body relaxed, and her expression softened. She leaned into me more, her trust and dependence growing.

I tried to slow things down.

Carefully, I moved closer, doing my best not to hurt her.

Even so, she let out soft, restrained sounds, like she was trying to adjust to something unfamiliar and overwhelming.

In that moment, my rational thoughts almost disappeared.

All that remained was heat, confusion, and something I could no longer control.