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Reflections	By : rvanv Category: 1 through F > Brokeback Mountain Views: 3007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. I do not know Jake Gyllenhaal, Heath Ledger nor other real persons mentioned here. I do not own "Brokeback Mountain, " nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not know these people or have knowledge of their true sexual orientations or behaviors. This is all fantasy.
NOTE: The �Jarhead� material is speculation � don�t know many details about when or how that movie was filmed.
Jake leaned into the full-length mirror on the back of the door, his cock and balls splayed against the cool glass. He clenched his ass and gyrated as he groaned, �Fuck me, Heath, fuck me, baby. Harder, harder. Yeah, hit that sweet spot with your cock, just like that ��
He left sticky smudges of precum on the mirror, and that wouldn�t be the end of it. But no matter. He would wipe the mirror down before he checked out of the hotel. Jake had been raised too decently to leave it for the hotel staff to clean up. He figured they did enough of that anyway, cleaning up after rock stars and whatnot. The actor always made sure he knew when the maids would be on the floor, so he could borrow a bottle of Windex.
He stood back to appreciate the full sight of his beautiful body, all tanned and buff from that movie about the Marines. He admired those awesome swirls of dark hair that worked their way from his broad, chiseled chest to his washboard stomach and down to his handsome cock. Jake figured that a great part of what drove his fans crazy was his naturalness, both in his personality and in his looks. He couldn�t understand the current craze among male models for shaving their chests, their armpits, often their pubic hair for that matter. They did the last usually to make their dicks look bigger. But Jake didn�t need to do that, no sir. He didn�t buy into piercing or tattoos, either. As it was, his body was just � perfect! Wasn�t it?
Stroking his swollen penis, fingering the purplish head as it contracted and expanded like a sponge, Jake turned sideways. He sucked his stomach in. He didn�t need to, of course, in fact it looked almost unnatural, but his dick, balls and mound of pubic hair showed more prominently when he did that�his manhood in stunning profile. He admired his muscular arms and thighs, firm ass and the upward angle of his erection.
Jake�s large balls hung low beneath his penis, each testicle in its own wrap of wrinkled skin, it seemed, precisely one freckle for each. Ah, the joys of symmetry! He fondled his scrotum, cupped his balls and gave them a healthy squeeze. Got to keep those fellas working, he thought with a smile. Wouldn�t want them to shrivel up from lack of use, he thought as he masturbated for the second time that day.
Then he turned back to face the mirror as his very own Heath (or was it Ennis?) continued to fuck him.
Jake�s fantasy was that Jack�s long-lost lover had just pushed him into the wall for that notorious reunion kiss. But as the kiss got more passionate, hungrier, deeper, Ennis (or was it Heath?) would lose control in a rage of lust, turn the other man around, make him put his hands on the wall above his head, rip off his shirt and pull his pants down. Ennis would drag his tongue from Jack�s (or was it Jake�s?) neck down to his ass, dart in to taste the sweaty sweetness there, push, push, push his tongue into that tight, pulsing channel to prime it, causing Jack/Jake to thrash against the wall, drops flying all the while from the tip of his pretty cock. Ennis would straighten up, drop his own jeans, pull out his erect penis, the oozing, swollen head straining out of the foreskin, rub spit on his shaft like that first night in the tent, and fuck the hell out of his beautiful, dark-haired boyfriend.
Jake had an exhibitionistic streak, and he pretended that is what Alma would see from the top of the stairs. She would see her man�s tongue on Jack/Jake�s neck, on his bare back � then plowing between his butt cheeks into his hot asshole. She would see her husband pull out his big, hard cock to fuck his best friend, her man�s firm, muscular butt clenched as he thrust faster and faster. She would hear him shout as his big balls tightened and he came deep inside that lovely ass. She could go fuck herself for all Jake cared.
Ennis would continue to fuck Jack/Jake, hit his prostate with increasing force. The latter man would feel the ecstasy building in his ass, oh yeah, just like that, would pound his fists on the wall until he screamed �Gun�s goin� off!� and a creamy load of semen would shoot from his burning piss slit onto the wall, where it would drizzle down the wood siding.
*
Like so many times since they had wrapped up the shooting of the movie, Jake played out the fantasy, and in just a few minutes his beautiful cock was ready to shoot all over the mirror. He felt an explosive load of cum churning at the base of his penis as he reached the point of no return. At the moment of release, he thrust his hips forward.
�Aw, fuck Heath, fuck. Aw, shit! Here I come, I�m gonna shoot all over the place!� He liked to talk to Heath that way while he was jacking off, as though the other man had demanded that he not come all over the place. Like Jake was defying a parent�s plea not to make a mess, maybe.
Even from a couple feet away, as though from a firehose, Jake sprayed strands of hot, viscous cum on to the mirror with force. It splattered there and flowed in milky streams down the glass.
He would have to wipe down the huge mirror above the bathroom vanity too, thanks to his misdeeds earlier in the day. Standing six feet in the nude, Jake was the perfect height to rest his scrotum on the marble countertop when he spread his legs. As he stroked faster and faster, he would spread his legs farther apart to maximize the pressure on his balls. A few times, in a frenzied passion he had darned near put his entire body weight on those precious, well-exercised testicles. His balls might end up bruised, but the intense projectile orgasms more than made up for it.
He had done that just this morning, and his fountain of cum had arced right over the fancy gold-plated faucet onto the mirror. He had leaned over, his dick dripping and dangling over the lavatory bowl, and with a spermy, reflected kiss had sucked up some of his own love juice.
*
Sometimes Jake wondered why he couldn�t let Heath go. The man really was a �lost cause,� after all, a father for chrissakes! And Jake was the baby�s godfather. Did that make this fantasy about Heath somehow incestuous? He didn�t think so, but then he decided it probably would be all the more exciting if it were. Naughty, naughty Jake! he thought mischievously.
But Heath had held Jake�s imagination even through the latter man�s months in the desert filming with all those half-naked�and sometimes even naked��Marines� in �Jarhead.� Shit, the shower scene, where Jake himself got to take it all off, when he had to turn his eyes away from some of those other gorgeous cocks. He really had to control his thoughts so he wouldn�t end up with a big old erection on the set.
It was one thing if it happened during a love scene, rather more private at least, like when he and Heath were filming that second night in the tent on Brokeback Mountain. Jesus, even Heath had ended up with a raging boner when a shirtless Jake had rolled over on to him and began kissing him passionately�for real. Jake already had been hard as could be, of course, felt the precum oozing out of his penis as his groin met Heath�s. Heath had been surprised by all the mutual arousal, had wanted to pull out from under Jake and compose himself, but he was a professional and had a job to do. Even as Jake began grinding sensuously over Heath�s hard-on�that wasn�t in the script, now was it?�the latter man stayed in character. Well, Ennis is supposed to be scared of all this, Heath had thought, so it made all the more sense to play along. And shit, if Jake didn�t mind being filmed under all those lights with a hard-on�.Take after take they did, both men with erections most of the time, and it made for great chemistry�Jake relishing the notion of them actually being nude and him lowering himself onto Heath�s penis, that lovely piece of meat that was splashed all over the internet in those paparazzi photos of his costar � and Heath terrified of his increasingly aggressive costar, who he feared might insist to Ang that they really try one take in the nude.
Indeed, Jake knew what he wanted and upped the ante, deepened their kissing, pressed his cock harder and harder against Heath�s cock, simulating intercourse as he rubbed up and down over the other man. Heath gasped when he sensed the stickiness dripping from his own piss hole. Eventually, during a moment when he was crawling all over Heath and deeply probing his mouth, the denim of his own jeans roughly rubbing against his dick, Jake came in his pants with a groan. He wasn�t wearing underwear, but he figured Heath would be the only one to notice his damp crotch. In fact, Heath could tell by the other actor�s spasms what had just happened � and the thought of Jake coming in his pants, of another man being so excited by him, soon had Heath himself uncontrollably thrusting his hips up as he shuddered to his own spontaneous, hands-free orgasm.
This is so real, this is just so wonderfully real, Ang thought as he filmed the two. These guys are great! That�s the take�yes, we�ll use that take, I think.
But filming that �Jarhead� shower scene � lord knows how many of Jake�s fellow actors would have dropped to their knees right there in front of the camera to suck his cock until he came in their mouths or shot all over their faces. Jake easily could have been serviced by several men at once, in fact, with one behind him eating his ass out or fucking him, another licking his scrotum from below, lips caressing the actor�s big, smooth balls, and yet a third with Jake�s cock furiously pumping his tight, wet mouth.
Then there was that notorious Santa hat dance. That had been awesome, the private makeup and costuming session for that one! Jake had gotten more than one blowjob out of that, to say the least. Then dancing around in front of the entire cast with only his cock covered � all those men watching, he�and most of them�hard as a rock for every minute of it. Hot, fun stuff, being filmed dancing around with his raging erection barely contained by that g-string, shaking his beautiful butt, showing off that oh-so-inviting ass crack to the other men and to the world!
But Heath � Heath survived it all.
The motherfucker.
*
He wasn�t even that great to begin with, in Jake�s opinion, at least not the kind of guy he would usually choose for a lover. In person, Heath was usually kind of scruffy when it came down to it. Almost always with some kind of ill-suited facial hair, bad haircut, fidgeting like a little boy during interviews, getting bad press for some offbeat remark or for spitting on the paparazzi, even if he didn�t do it. It was just part of that Australian bad boy cachet. Heath�s body was decent, but he was a big guy, quite a bit bulkier than what Jake usually went for.
But Heath was a real nice guy, a bighearted guy, no two ways about it. And Jake somehow found the thought of the other man becoming a father to be extremely exciting. He would sometimes fantasize about how Heath must have felt when he was fucking Michelle to conceive the baby. Jake was mesmerized by the thought of fucking with such intent, the penis becoming so much more than just an organ of pleasure, if only for a moment. Pretending he had a foreskin to pull back, he would imagine he was Heath, guiding his naked erection into Michelle, beginning to thrust into her, slowly, romantically, sensuously�not worried, for once, about getting his girlfriend pregnant. He would pull back to maximize the pleasure for his cock head, plunge in again.
He would build up to the final moment. Thrust and hold back, savoring every sensation he felt in his cock. At last, he would come harder than ever before as he whispered, �I love you, Michelle, I love you so much,� ejaculating the secret of life into the woman who would be the mother of his child.
What bothered Jake, though, was the inconvenient fact that it was Ennis he most was in love with.
*
Annie Proulx herself had said that Heath understood the character of Ennis better than she ever did! An actor couldn�t get a greater compliment. Jake, on the other hand, didn�t quite fit the image she had of Jack Twist. Oh well. He didn�t begrudge Heath that. For his part, Jake had put so much heart into the role of Jack as he played it, had learned a lifetime�s worth of new dramatic skills, that he couldn�t take it personally. He knew that Heath had to play off someone to be successful as Ennis, and that someone happened to be Jake. They both knew it, and the world knew it.
Plus, he was barely twenty-five and had been nominated for an Oscar! He took comfort in the fact that he wasn�t expected to win, the industry consensus being that his role was a leading one, not a supporting role at all.
Aside from all that, the more real Heath was able to make Ennis, all the more reason to love him. But why wasn�t it Ennis fucking only Jack?
Well, that would have been a little too easy, a little too literal.
For one, there was the untidy fact of Jack�s death. Jake could not get past that. On the other side of the camera, he lived Jack. And he died Jack. The dead were dead, and they rested in peace.
But Ennis � oh, Ennis was very much alive in Jake�s eyes. Heath was taken, had a fiancee and a new baby girl to devote himself to. Ennis� daughters were grown up, and he was single. Available. And he needed someone to keep him company, didn�t he? Someone to help him forget about Jack. And who better to do that than Jake?
Jake had an increasingly hard time keeping Heath and Ennis separate. In Jake�s mind, Heath was the genius, the god behind Ennis Del Mar.
Ang had said that he could never make a real cowboy of Jake, but he thought Heath and Jake would make a good couple. Little did he know�.
In many ways, Ennis was Heath�s opposite, but critical was the unwavering focus on what had to be done. Jake was indeed a romantic, sensitive, cheerful, a real extrovert. Always ready to put on a show. But still, he had his shell, the sensitivity, and Ennis or Heath�he forgot which�had pierced it.
But filming was long over, of course, so even though Ennis was there for Jake, he wasn�t really there. So Jake would just have to settle for Heath.
*
At the end of the same busy day, Jake found himself naked and spread-eagled on the bed, his fantasy Ennis/Heath hovering over him, ready to do his bidding. Depending on the day�s events, Jake could find his mind wandering, despite his intense focus on his own body. So when he had stroked enough, when his cock was getting a little raw or he was running out of saliva or hand lotion or had forgotten to bring the liquid K-Y, he would talk himself into an orgasm.
The sexy actor had plenty of sperm left to shoot, lord knows, but he was tired and needed to talk to his lover to make it happen.
Despite all the �fuck me, Heath� and �suck that cock, Heath� moments, the most erotic thing he found himself saying was �I love you, Ennis. God, how I love you.� It gave him a thrill to say something to Ennis that Jack never could or would have said, something quite forbidden in a way. It was like Jake was giving his soul as well as his body to the other character, to the genius behind that character, and it was somehow so cleansing, so exciting to say that to two men at once�one fictional and one real�that he would come in a gushing spray of semen in no time at all.
As he spoke the magic words, he brushed his fingers down around his scrotum as lightly as he could. He closed his eyes, and it was Heath�s hot breath on his balls � no, it was Ennis! It was Ennis kissing him there, touching him there delicately, teasingly, with his own fingers. Soon, however, it was time for Ennis (or was it Heath?) to get rough. Jake�s fantasy man pulled on the skin around his balls, twisted his scrotum as Jake built up a sweat. In particular, his ass was sweating�it always did when he got excited like this.
Jake wrenched his balls one last time. �Oh � oh � oh, god, Heath! Ennis! Heath!� he cried. The cum pulsed through his penis, surging up the erect passage, flooding through the spongy, swollen head, and he ejaculated uncontrollably onto the sheets instead of on to his stomach like he usually did.
Goddamn it, he thought. I�m already doing the mirrors. Do I have to clean the fucking linens, too?
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