Unholy Addiction
Chapter One
The metal chair beneath my a*s barely held my muscle mass. I sat with other AA members around me as our circle filled in and the din of voices rose.
Nine months sober, and I still got a nugget of gold whenever I attended weekly meetings at the old library. Faces came and went, but hearing others' stories, where they found their strength, encouraged me to stay on course.
“Check out tonight’s fresh meat.” My buddy Jack hunched on the seat beside me and nodded toward the door.
I shook my head while chuckling.
My friends thought I was a horny fucker from how I hit on guys, but Jack didn’t just check out and tease. He was hot and down for d**k twenty-four seven.
He hadn’t dealt with d**g use and s*x like I had for countless years. The two had always gone toge
