Overview

Dan’s got five days in Vegas, two hot guys chasing him, and one big decision to make.

Call me a gay cliché, but I’m one of those formerly skinny, unathletic guys who got the crap beaten out of them in high school and turned to the gym as a new religion so I’d never have to deal with dumb muscle heads again. I’m finally getting noticed by other men for the right reasons, and I’m making up for lost time. Relationships are not my forté, but I’ve got a list of hook-up buddies in circulation. It’s not exactly everything I want in life, but after being strung along for two years by a married guy who said he loved me, I’m fine with Netflix and chill for now.

I work in sales at a medical supply company, and the big industry convention takes place twice a year in good ol’ Sin City. That might sound lame, and believe me, a lot of the convention-goers are lame. It’s still a conservative, straight boys’ club, but I’ve found ways to spice things up at night. The only problem, this year, is things got complicated quickly.

There’s Bryce Landon, a straw-haired, six foot-two Texas cowboy who loves getting dominated and giving up his thick behind. He’s on my A-list of hook-up partners, and we get together at every con. The sex is always wild, but he’s a total married closet case. Then out of nowhere, he’s sending signals he wants something more?

Then there’s Garth, a smoking hot silver daddy who picks me up at a bar on the first night at the con. He’s kinky AF fuck and has me getting in touch with my inner bottom. Garth knows who he is, and our emotional connection is off the charts. But the sex is screwing with my head, and he’s upfront about not wanting something casual. It’s a lot. The guy buried his last lover a year ago. Plus we live over a thousand miles away.

Sometimes, I can see myself with Bryce, and sometimes I can see myself with Garth. They both come with lots of things in the plus and minus columns, so what am I supposed to do?