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Sex Education	By : rvanv Category: 1 through F > Brokeback Mountain Views: 1619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "Brokeback Mountain." Jack, Ennis and the “Brokeback Mountain” storyline belong to Annie Proulx. I intend no copyright infringement, and there is no commercial purpose whatsoever to this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Sex Education
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Ennis has pinned Jack’s arms to the ground, and the rodeo rider relaxes into mock surrender. He is eager to see what Ennis has in store for him, knowing that whatever it is, by the time the two hot, sweating men are done it will have been worth waiting three months for. They haven’t been with each other but twenty minutes, most of those spent in desperately deep kissing while they wrestled their way out of their clothing.
Ennis nuzzles into his lover’s groin, sweeps his tongue across Jack’s balls, so big and pink and inviting beneath his boner. The ranch hand, whose own prick wags stiff and dripping, always revels in that first taste of his man’s musk.
“Oh fuck,” Jack groans loudly. “Goddamn, I love it when ya lick my scrotum, friend,” Jack says. He eyes Ennis mischievously and gets the expected response.
Ennis raises his head. “Lick what?”
“My nutsack, dummy.”
“What the fuck?”
“Some word Bobby come home from school spoutin’ off. Learned it in somethin’ called sex education, somethin’ they got for kids nowadays.”
“Ain’t got that here, Jack. Nothin’ but readin’, writin, ’rithmetic. Sex education? They need that when they ain’t got animals around ta watch or what? Ain’t no one teachin’ my babies ’bout sex ’sides their mama. Ain’t nothin’ they need ta know anyways, far as I’m concerned. They get married an’ their husband shows ‘em the ropes, ain’t that how it goes? Way it was with me an’ Alma.”
“Jesus, Ennis, ya wasn’t born yesterday, ain’t like ever’ boy an’ girl who’s fuckin’ ’round is married. Sometimes ya don’t want ta make babies. Shit… look at me an’ Lureen. Wasn’t like you an’ your little angel Alma. We had ta get married, don’t forget, an’ we wasn’t the only ones. Christ, for all I know I got a kid or two up in Lightnin’ Flat. Don’t think so though. Ain’t been no goodlookin’ babies born there since me. What my mama tells me anyways.” Jack’s grin makes the skin around his eyes crinkle.
Ennis chuckles, but then he grows thoughtful. “So your boy know ’bout us?”
“Hell no!” Jack is taken aback.
“Well then, I guess maybe he does need ta be educated, don’t he?”
Jack is shocked, not sure what Ennis is getting at. After all, Ennis is the one who always worries about the two of them being found out. And now he wants to tell the kids about them? “Fuck you, Ennis! Ya some kind a pervert? Bobby don’t never need ta know ’bout this kind a thing. What we got here is special, belongs just ta you an’ me, you know that, so what the hell are ya talkin’ ’bout?”
“Christ, Jack, I ain’t wantin’ ta do nothin’ with Bobby, but don’t ya think… well, ya been teachin’ him ta stay clear a queers, ain’t ya? I mean… ya know… guys that ain’t regular like us?”
“Well, I think that sex education class teaches ’em ’bout them things in the Bible that’ll send a guy ta hell. Somethin’ called sodomy is real bad, what the preacher always used ta say. Sodom an’ Gomorrah, ever hear of it? Lot a bad sex went on there, I guess, an’ people turned in ta salt or somethin’. Never made a lick a sense ta me, but I’m damned sure they wasn’t talkin’ ’bout guys like us with families an’ all.” Jack has a vague notion there might be some who would consider him and Ennis to be sodomites, but as long as neither he nor Ennis acknowledges the possibility, they themselves are in the clear.
“I’m only thinkin’… I’m thinkin… well, do ya ever think your boy might end up on a mountain herdin’ some sheep… or on a ranch somewhere an’ maybe…,” Ennis pauses and swallows, “well, maybe he’d find a friend?” His face reddens and he looks away as his eyes begin to well. He had been such a lonely boy, so goddamned lonely until he had met Jack, and Ennis treasured their friendship so much that the other things… the romantic love, the physical and emotional passion, the unspeakable sex acts… all had become one with the friendship. And he is so grateful to have Jack back in his life, can’t imagine how it would have been had Jack never come back. As far as Ennis is concerned, it isn’t impossible that another boy could experience the same sort of natural, wonderful love that he himself has found with one—but only one—very special friend. Ennis assumes that if Bobby did experience such good fortune, he nonetheless would get married and raise a family, learning like Jack and Ennis how to accommodate the relationship that matters most. Again looking at his partner, Ennis says, “Like father like son is all I’m sayin’, Jack, don’t mean nothin’ perverted by it.”
The conversation is slipping into the realm of the sentimental, not what Jack has in mind as his balls yearn for the little licks and kisses and nips that Ennis administers so well. “Christ, Ennis, we got ta talk serious right now? Bobby’s okay, ain’t goin’ ta go queer on me, can’t imagine. Ain’t nothin’ ta worry ’bout… but my balls here… well, they’re feelin’ kind a lonely right now.” Jack fondles his testicles, thrusts his groin provocatively upward toward Ennis’s face.
Ennis has to agree, first things first. “What’d ya call that… your nutsack?”
“Scro-tum. It holds the tes-ti-cles. Balls. Like them big things hangin’ between your legs there.” Jack nods approvingly at Ennis’s balls, which he figures are full and ready to explode.
“Chrissakes, Jack, I know what testicles is. What do ya think I’m doin’ when I’m castratin’ calves, huh? Just no one ever told me I was doin’ anythin’ but cuttin’ them fuckers’ balls off, didn’t tell me I was messin’ with them animals’ scro-tums. Or if they get ta keep ’em, sometimes we measure ’em before ruttin’ season, ya know, them bulls’ testicles. The bigger the better. Ya got little balls an’ you’re goin’ ta end up on someone’s dinner plate. Seems like a bitch, don’t it?” He pauses. “Probably them guys down in Laramie think up them funny words, huh, special words for somethin’ simple as balls an’ a nutsack? Bet they get paid a bunch for doin’ it too.”
“Tell ya what, big boy,” Jack says, “wouldn’t mind it at all if you got right back ta business an’ measured my testicles with your sweet tongue instead a flappin’ your goddamned jaw.”
“Ya know, Jack, ya keep throwin’ them big words ’round an’ ain’t nothin’ goin’ ta happen between your legs!”
“Hey, to my way a thinkin’ ain’t nothin’ wrong with a little vocabulary lesson ever’ now an’ then, but just go for my goddamned balls if that makes ya happier.”
Ennis returns his attentions to Jack’s groin. With his lips he massages Jack’s scrotum and slips one testicle into his mouth. Jack moans, sighs, groans as his lover repeats the tender foreplay with the other testicle. With Jack’s balls all primed, Ennis holds his lover’s stiff cock in his mouth like a dog with a bone, sideways, caressing the shaft with his lips. He feels the spasms begin that drive the semen, and Jack’s hot cum bolts from his penis, splattering the blanket on which they sit. He thrashes around until his orgasm subsides, then lies back breathless.
“Fuckin’ christ, Ennis, that was good! Ya more ’n emptied my goddamned scro-tum there, made it shrivel right up ta nothin’! Man, can’t wait ta see what new words Bobby comes up with that I can throw at ya next time I’m up this way.”
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