Will Turner's Luck

1

Shit!

Will Turner’s head began to clear. He became aware that he was rolled on his left side with his hands between his knees.

Just my fuckin’ luck! First goddamned night out after my divorce is final, and I get blind drunk

He didn’t want to open his eyes because he wasn’t sure he remembered where he was.

He lay there trying to wrap his mind around the facts he could remember. He had appeared in court that Friday afternoon. The judge had dissolved his ten year marriage to Kelly. How ironic. He’d been faithful all the years of their marriage, despite the fact he was gay. Then his wife serves him with divorce papers because she’d found someone else she loved more—a fuckin’ woman.

Well, okay, that’s that,he’d thought. She wants a woman…I want a man! And with that idea on his mind—and no dinner in his stomach—he’d headed for the Round-Up Saloon, a known gay bar that catered to cowboys and would-be cowboys.

He remembered entering the saloon. He remembered being fuckin’ nervous. This was the first time he’d done anything like this since he was in college. He remembered it had been José Cuervo night. The sexy waiters kept bringing out trays of José Cuervo tequila every time someone played that song on the jukebox. He lost count after six shots.

Will rolled over on his back. When he did, he became aware that there was someone on the bed with him. He could hear even breathing. He opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to his right. What he saw took his breath away.

Next to him lay a man: a beautiful-beyond-belief naked man. Well, almost naked except for two minor things: cowboy boots and a condom—a used condom!!

“Holy shit!”

Will hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but he was so shocked to see the rubber on that fantastic semi-hard cock, and obviously filled with cum, he’d lost control.

His spontaneous verbal ejaculation aroused his bedmate, who stirred, yawned and stretched sensuously. He opened his eyes.

“Hey. Mornin’, Will, darlin’.”

Whoever this was knew his name. And, he called him darlin’!

“Mornin’,” Will mumbled. This was crazy. He had no idea who this handsome Adonis was. Muscles on muscles and one of the most beautiful hair patterns he had ever seen lay beside him. And handsome! Man! Handsome hardly described it.

The man rolled toward Will and kissed him—kissed him with his tongue begging entry into Will’s mouth.

“Yuck. Well, at least both of us have dung mouth.” He laughed.

“I need to piss.” The stranger rolled over and stood up. He was even more gorgeous standing than lying down. “I better take care of this,” he said, carefully pulling the condom off his beautiful semi-hard dick. “Here, let me take care of yours, too.”

Will looked down in astonishment as—whoever this was—pulled another used rubber off Will’s now hard cock.

Holding both in one hand, the stranger leaned down and kissed him again and walked away, giving Will a view of two gorgeous buns as they disappeared around the corner.

Will fell back on the pillow. He could hear the piss hitting the bowl. Who was this guy? Where was he? What had they done? Well, he figured out some of what they had done. The condoms proved that.

He could hear water running and was aware that now he had to piss, too…bad!

He got up and rounded the corner just as his mystery cowboy was standing at the sink rinsing his mouth with water.

He turned and engulfed Will in his muscular arms. “Don’t be too long, sweetheart,” the mystery man said before kissing him full on the lips.

Will stood over the toilet. He had to wait for his rigid prick to soften before he could piss. He was totally in the dark regarding what had happened. He came out of the bathroom and looked in the mirror of the vanity. He continued to stare at himself as he rinsed his mouth.

What the fuck is goin’ on?

Walking around the corner he looked once more at the man with whom he had evidently spent the night. He felt himself getting aroused once more.

Will crawled onto the bed next to him, lay down and stared at the ceiling. The guy turned on his side and rested his head on his left hand. He traced the shape of Will’s pecs and rubbed his nipples with his right index finger.

“Was it as good for you as for me?”

Will didn't know how to respond. He felt himself blushing.

“Oho! Now I get it,” the Adonis said, rolling over on his back and smacking his head with the palm of his hand. “You don’t remember. Shit, the best fuck I ever had and he doesn’t remember.” He laughed, not derisively, but with a light, joyous sound.