Will Turner celebrates the end of a ten-year marriage by acting on his repressed longings and heading for a gay bar. Just his luck, the next morning he awakes in a strange room with a stranger by his side and no memory of how he got there or who his bedmate is. The bedmate, Robby, however, not only knows Will, but has definite plans for how the rest of their lives will go, complete with matching rings on their left hands.<br><br>As Will attempts to unravel the mystery, he falls in love with Robby, despite the unanswered questions as to Robby’s past, character, expectations, and intentions in their growing relationship. Throwing caution to the wind, Will invites Robby to share his home and shoulders much of the financial responsibility for their lives together.<br><br>When the truth finally comes out, Will is faced with a tough decision which has consequences for his future happiness.

Will Turner's Luck

“Shit,” he said out loud. I’ll just call him and talk to him. I miss him.


“Fuck!” Will didn’t have Robby’s number. He didn’t even remember his last name. Had Robby told me his last name?


He gave up trying to remember, washed his face and brushed his teeth. He hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, but the only hunger he felt was to hear, see, and touch this man who had turned his life upside-down.


Naked, Will crawled into bed. He lay on his back propped against the headboard and slowly began to stroke his hardening cock as memories of recent events passed through his mind. He had just achieved a full, dripping erection and was beginning to get into his fantasy when the phone rang, causing him to jump and his already throbbing heart to skip a beat.


He looked at the caller ID. “Private Caller. Number unknown.” God, those fuckin’ telemarketers. It’s fuckin’ Saturday night. He let it ring and went back to his stroking.


Chapter 7