Riding Into the Unseen

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