Brock had built up a reputation of being a lady’s man. He had slept around with every of age woman in sight, it’s just who he was. He never cared for relationships and he probably never will.

Along with this “talent” came with waking up in places that weren’t his bed, usually some cheap motel. Today was different as he was in someone else’s bedroom. Nothing new, however. Brock groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head. He couldn’t seem to remember the night before or who he was with. But the smell of toast coming from down the hall distracted him. Brock grabbed the clothes from the night before before leaving the bedroom.

The house he was in was small, yet quaint, the smell of breakfast adding to the atmosphere. However, Brock would be thrown off when he saw a man in the kitchen, the memories suddenly hitting like a truck.

Brock always considered himself straight, yet now he woke up in the house of some guy he slept with?? That couldn’t be true… right?