I’ll never forget that lost weekend, the one that started with a bottle of good Scotch and ended with a room full of men, all of us tangled up in a web of lust and longing.
I’m a cop, tough as they come, or so they say. But I’ve got a secret, one that’s been gnawing at me for years. I’ve got a taste for men, and the riskier the better. It’s a hunger that’s been hard to keep under wraps, but it’s starting to get out.
I was at a crossroads, thinking about joining Vice, leaving everything I knew behind. It was a big decision, one that had me tied up in knots. And then, just when I thought I had enough on my plate, Greg Martins walked back into my life. Martins, my ex-partner, the man who’d betrayed me, thrown me under the bus. He was back, and he was throwing me off my game.
But there was Chuck, my partner, a good cop and an even better lover. Ever since we came clean with each other, we’ve been pushing boundaries, testing limits. That weekend, we decided we needed more for our little off-duty party. Brandon, Gerry, Rick the hotel manager, and Carlos, one of the hotel employees – they all found themselves drawn into our web, and we found out just how far that bottle of Scotch could take us.
As the night wore on, I felt like this was some kind of last hurrah – Vice would change everything. Before the secrets and the lies and the longing. It was a wild ride, a dangerous dance, but it was mine. And as I lay there on that hotel bed, surrounded by men, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be. It was edgy, it was sexy, it was suspenseful, and it was all mine.
This lost weekend, it was a taste of freedom, a taste of truth, and a taste of the man I truly am.
