Will Turner’s Luck By Terry O’Reilly
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Will Turner’s Luck by Terry O’Reilly Chapter 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 theRound-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.
Will started to say he was sorry when the man rolled him over on top of him so that their cocks and balls were pressed together. Will could feel the hardness of the man’s body, the firmness of his pecs and abs, and the pressure of dick against dick.
The man, with warm good humor in his voice, said, “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Will Turner. I'm Robert, but my friends call me Robby.”
Robby kissed the older man with tender passion, with the familiarity of a lover, not of a sex buddy or one night stander.
Will kissed him back in similar fashion, somehow recognizing the kiss from the night before, despite all the blanks in his memory.
When the kiss ended, Will sighed deeply and rolled so the two men lay facing each other.
“Shit, man, I'm sorry. But, I was so fuckin’ drunk last night I don’t remember. I really wish I did, cuz it musta been a wonderful time. Ya see…I just signed my—”
“—Divorce papers yesterday.” Robby finished the sentence for him and smiled again while he reached up and affectionately traced the features of Will’s face with his fingers.
“You told me the whole story in between rounds of tequila while we danced.”
“We danced?”
“Yeah we danced. Fuck, you dance great.”
Will again lamented the fact that he had no recollection of the evening spent with this man.
“I…I…never danced with a guy before,” he stuttered.
“Well, I’m glad I got to be the first at something, cuz, I sure wasn’t the first guy you kissed. You’re too good at it.” He kissed Will again.
Will’s body soared in response.
“And I’m not the first guy you ever sucked off.” Robby ra
n his hand along the underside of Will’s raging hard on and swizzled the pre-cum that was now flowing freely from the slit. “Cuz you’re real good at that, too. And I know this place has been visited a time or two.” Robby slipped his hand between Will’s legs, pressed his finger against Will’s hole and kissed him at the same time.
Will’s mind whirled. God, he wished he could remember.
“Well, since you were too drunk to remember last night and if you got no place to go this mornin’…”
Robby pulled Will close. He could feel, even taste Robby’s breath. It was like an instant aphrodisiac. He more than wanted him, but he couldn’t put his finger on what that morewas.
Robby kissed him. His tongue made its way into the deep recesses of Will’s mouth. Will returned the kiss with rising passion. With his hands he explored Robby’s hard muscular body. This elicited moans of pleasure from his partner and almost sobs of lust from Will himself. Will replaced his manual exploration of Robby with lingual scrutiny. He used his tongue to investigate Robby’s anatomy: every contour, crevice, and bulge. His breathing was becoming deeper. Shudders ran up and down Will’s body as he continued to worship the flesh beneath him.
When he reached Robby’s hard cock, he stopped and took in the beauty of the throbbing organ. Slowly he extended his tongue and ingested the copious pre-cum that flowed from the head and down the sides of the curving shaft. He kissed the tip; he tongued the slit. Then with agonizing slowness he engulfed Robby to the base, burying his face in the thick, wiry, black pubic bush. He set up a slow pulsating rhythm dictated by the rise and fall of Robby's hips. Robby’s hands were in his hair, and he moaned Will’s name again and again. Then with a force that almost caused Will to choke, Robby shot volley after volley of warm, sweet liquid into Will’s mouth, who took all he could. The rest was deposited on his beard and face.
Will started to sit up.
“Fuck me,” came Robby’s husky, needy voice.
“Where’re the rubbers?” Will responded, trembling, looking frantically around, as he slowly stroked his cock. “Forget ‘em. Will, I need you!”
Will wiped Robby’s cum from his chin. He mixed it with spit and his own pre-cum. Robby was open and wet.
“Oh, God, Will! Please!” Robby lifted his legs to Will’s shoulders.
Will placed the head of his thick cock at the entrance to Robby’s body. With a small amount of pressure he entered the man and sank into the recesses of his being. He lay there trying to control the urge to shoot immediately. He wanted to savor the feeling of union…wanted to make up for what he had missed the previous night. Will bent down and kissed Robby deeply.
Slowly he began to thrust, straining not to cum too quickly, letting the sensation of their joining penetrate his mind and spirit.
As he increased in speed and power, he realized he was saying, “Robby, I love you,” over and over.
Robby was replying, “Oh, yes, Will. Yes, yes, yes. I love you, too. God, I love you, too.”
The peak came suddenly and powerfully. Will muffled a sob into Robby’s mouth as Robby came for a second time between them.
Will collapsed on top of him.
They lay holding each other. The only sound was their breathing becoming more regular.
Maybe this wasn’t so unlucky after all,Will thought, smiling to himself.
Then, as if remembering a dream, Will began to recall something. He remembered walking down a street with his arm around a man’s waist: Robby’s. He remembered going into a small shop where Mexican crafts and artifacts were sold. He held up his left hand. There on the ring finger was a pewter ring. He reached out and pulled Robby’s left hand to his. There on the third finger was a matching ring.
He looked into his lover’s eyes. “I remember…some of last night, anyway.”
“Dang!” Robby shouted as the two men rolled onto their sides. He grabbed Will and kissed him. He laughed his deep vibrant laugh. “Dang!” he shouted again. With that, Robby got to his knees and pulled Will to him. He kissed him long and hard again. “I was afraid there for a bit that all we said we meant to each other was just José talkin’.”
Will smiled. “No, darlin’,” he murmured. “I remember it all now. Well, most of it anyway.” He laughed. “I love you, Robby.”
“I love you, too, Will Turner.” Chapter 2
Will and Robby sustained their embrace for a long time. Soft kisses and nuzzling as well as light caressing of each other’s backs and bottoms punctuated the minutes as they passed by. Both men were hard again, but the urgency to come together physically was past. Now the need was to allow the apparent emotional bond that had begun the night before to grow and develop. The thought fleetingly crossed Will’s mind that he might still be mildly under the influence of the tequila from the night before. He really just wanted to enjoy this moment. He let the thought pass.
Robby pulled back and looked into Will’s eyes. “You stink.”
Will was momentarily taken aback. Then he recovered and replied. “That’s a hell of a way to treat your…” In his mind he paused. What was he to Robby? Finally he continued, “Boyfriend.”
Robby laughed that wonderful, full, rich laugh, and said, “Shit, I hope I’m more than just a boyfriend.” He held up his hand and wiggled the finger that displayed the ring. “But it doesn’t matter, you still stink, and so do I. So, darlin’, get that beautiful body out of bed and into the bathroom. We’re gonna take our first shower together—well, our first sober shower anyway.” The laugh continued as he squeezed Will’s buns before getting off the bed and heading into the bathroom.
Will shook his head and followed. He still didn’t know what Robby, or he for that matter, considered their relationship to be. Realizing he didn’t remember an earlier shower, he knew there were still many gaps to be filled in. These thoughts were put on hold, however, when Robby called from behind a shower curtain that was being tented with a fully erect throbbing dick.
“Get in here, ‘boyfriend,’” Robby said with a lightly sarcastic tone, “and see what I got waitin’ for you.”
Will, whose cock had not deflated since their final embrace on the bed, eagerly stepped in to claim the prize that was being offered.
Robby embraced him immediately, and as the warm water cascaded over the men’s bodies, Will was once more transported to the realm where sexual stimulation and gratification replaced all concern and rational thought. For so many years during his marriage he’dbeen good.He had done his best to repress his needs and urges. Now with those restrictions lifted, he allowed himself to be swept away into the world of man to man physical and emotional fulfillment.
As Robby massaged soap onto Will’s body and explored his mouth with his tongue, Will’s mind allowed no more questioning. Will reciprocated with firm strokes of his soap covered hands over his lover’s frame. Robby dropped to his knees and took Will’s hard rod into his mouth. Will leaned back against the wall under the warm spray and luxuriated in the oral stimulation he was receiving. Robby slowly and sensuously worked his tongue and lips over Will’s cock. Somewhat to his surprise, despite the countless number of times he had ejaculated in the past few hours, Will was brought to a slow, enjoyable climax.
As Will was about to slide down to his knees to return the favor, Robby stopped him.
“Turn around.”
Will obeyed and allowed Robby access to his body. Because of the lubrication from the soap, the openness brought about by the warm water and the previous night’s activity, Robby’s entry was easy and pleasurable. Once again the pace was slow and relaxed, and when Robby’s climax came it was languid and tender.
The two men remained joined together as the water continued to caress their bodies.
After a period of time that Will was unable to measure, Robby slowly disengaged from his body. Will turned to him. He looked into the shorter man’s deep blue eyes, that now were filled with tears.
“What?” Will queried.
“I just never knew it could be
this way. God, I love you!”
Robby reached up to kiss Will once more when the water turned ice cold.
“Fuck! Shit! Damn!” both men exclaimed as they sought to stem the flow of water and get out of the shower at the same time. Nearly falling on the floor they grabbed each other to steady themselves.
“What the fuck!” Robby shouted.
They both laughed and then finished the kiss.
Reaching for towels, they dried each other and made their way into the bedroom.
“I’m starved, cowboy,” Robby addressed Will. “Wanna go get some breakfast?”
“Sure,” Will responded.
They dressed and then, standing side by side, looked into the mirror.
“Shit, we look like we stuck our peckers in an electric socket,” laughed Robby.
Will had to admit they looked pretty damn weird. Both men had thick heads of hair. Robby’s black mane and Will’s blond tresses stuck out at all angles from their heads. In addition neither man had shaved, so their chins were covered with a day’s growth of beard. The latter condition didn't detract at all from their appearance, but rather enhanced the rugged cowboy images they projected.
“Ya got a comb?”
“Nope. Guess you don’t either?”
They both laughed again.
“Well, guess we gotta keep our hats on ‘til we get ourselves home,” Robby quipped.
“Guess so,” Will said with a chuckle and then thought, Home? What does he mean by that?Some of the preshower questions that had been swept away by the warm water and sex started to reemerge. What did he really know about this man with whom he was apparently in love?
Standing behind Robby, as his lover smoothed his defiant hair enough to put his hat on, Will looked at the man’s reflection in the mirror.
Robby was young.Howyoung?Will thought with a momentary panic. Then recalling that they had met at the Round-Up, a bar with a strict no service to minors policy, he relaxed.
Has to be a least twenty-one. But, shit I’m thirty-five. That’s still a big difference.His thoughts were interrupted.
“You ready?”
“Uh, yeah sure.” Will adjusted his hat, still standing behind Robby, looking in the mirror over his shoulder. “Let’s roll.”
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