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(Thursday night/Friday early a.m., Siesta Motel)
“Must be all that time ahorseback …”
Ennis stands there looking helpless, dick and balls hanging out of his jeans. He’s just voraciously attacked Jack with his mouth, just jizzed all over the fucking carpet! He’s trembling at his loss of control. What next? This man … this man … just shows up and Ennis goes berserk. He doesn’t know that Alma saw him kissing Jack, won’t know that for quite a few years yet. But he knows in the back of his mind that goddamn it, their passion got hold of them in the wrong place … at the wrong time. He vows that won’t happen again. On the other hand, he still doesn’t know how long Jack will be here, and the uncertainty is excruciating. What will he do next, what will they do next? His only comfort is in knowing that tonight at least they will be in the motel room.
But it’s just this one night, isn’t it? Just one night to get from Jack what he needs for … how long? Just one night to share himself with Jack. Ennis is sure that coming all over the carpet does not qualify as sharing. “I’m sorry, Jack, I’m so sorry,” he says, embarrassed by his lack of self-control and ashamed at having wasted his semen. Ennis was in such a frenzy trying to get his dick out of his own jeans that already he seems to have forgotten that Jack was massaging his cock through the denim, knowing full well that Ennis was going to come in his pants.
Jack leans suggestively with one hip against the wall, somewhat amused, pants still pulled down to his knees. He gives the other man a sidelong look. Ennis, he thinks, can’t ya see I got a fuckin’ boner again? Shootin’ out like that, Ennis, all over the goddamn carpet … no control at all, oh yeah, ya know what that does ta me, Ennis, don’t ya? Like when I fucked ya up on Brokeback that first time … yeah, Ennis, when ya fuckin’ let go, ain’t nobody more excitin’ ta watch! You’re so goddamn sexy, Ennis, an’ ya don’t even know it! But Jack doesn’t want to make Ennis too self-conscious about what the other man sees as a weakness.
“Ennis, what the fuck ya got ta be sorry ‘bout? Tell ya what, ya just got four years a jizz out a me, friend, an’ on top a it all, ya got me drippin’ like a motherfucker again!”
Ennis is confused and tense. Jesus, that felt so goddamn good, he thinks. Just doin’ it all over the rug, though, don’t seem right, ain’t very romantic, is it? But with Jack here … ah, Jack … just knowin’ he was watchin’. Holy fuck, I really like that, him watchin’ me, even if I was scared a comin’ in my pants. I just been missin’ him so goddamn much, so excitin’ just havin’ him in the same room, ain’t it? But he ain’t here ‘cause a that, is he, ta watch me jerkin’ off like that? Can’t even do that right, gettin’ my dick caught in my zipper an’ whatnot.
We’re supposed ta be touchin’, kissin’ an’ shit. Jack, I need ta be lovin’ ya, ya know, like all those times when we was … touchin’ … touchin’ each other a lot. But he sure enough got a boner again, don’t he? Fuck, though, did what I could do, don’t know what else ta do ‘bout it.
“Yeah, feels good an’ all, Jack, but … well, ya know, I thought …,” Ennis blushes, fumbles for words. Even after living with a woman for four years, he’s still not fluent in the language of romance, in the niceties of love. But it’s a big step for him to try. “I thought we was goin’ ta be all … all … ya know, romantic an’ stuff … like, ya know … well, like an anniversary or somethin’ special.” Shit, that kind a sounds like we’re married or somethin’, don’t it? Fuckin’ silly a me! “An’ I don’t know … I just kind a couldn’t help myself, jumpin’ on ya like that. It’s just been so fuckin’ long, Jack, ya know? I just … just felt like I had ta do somethin’ fast as I could ‘fore ya get away from me again.” Ennis looks pained at the thought of Jack going away. An’ you’re just so goddamn beautiful I can’t hardly stand it, just fuckin’ beautiful. “Ya really okay ‘bout this, Jack?”
Oh, this man, Jack thinks, noticing the serious, questioning look on Ennis’ face. Just had a fuckin’ load a fun an’ don’t even know it! Hasn’t changed a lick, an’ thank god for it. Still got ta figure out how ta get him ta calm down, quit worryin’ ‘bout ever’ little thing! Well, would be kind a nice ta get romantic now that we got the introductions out a the way, I suppose. Jack smiles to himself at the thought of their passionate “introductions.”
“Ennis, my friend, I’m plenty okay ‘bout this. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a man jumpin’ his buddy after four years. Seems pretty normal, if ya ask me! ‘Sides Ennis, ya ain’t forgot a damned thing ‘bout suckin’ cock! Suckin’ my cock … ‘bout suckin’ my cock. Felt so goddamned good … I guess ya figured that one out, huh? You’re probably still swallowin’, ain’t ya?” Shit, got ta watch what I say, Ennis don’t want me talkin’ like he does this ta nobody else. Just ain’t suckin’ any ol’ cock, no sir. Maybe let’s get in bed, kind a snuggle up an’ all an’ rub on each other an’ who knows what. Relax, Ennis. Just relax. Got some serious shit ta figure out….ain’t no little thing happenin’ here.
Hey, I seen he got his balls caught on his zipper there just ‘fore he shot all over kingdom come. Must a hurt like a fuckin’ bitch, poor guy. Let’s see if he got any sense a humor left at all. “Did that mean ol’ zipper snag your little feedbag, Ennis? How ’bout havin’ ol’ Jack here kiss it an’ make it all better, huh?” Jack loves those balls, large and smooth, always used to give them a good licking whenever he was down there sucking on Ennis’ penis. He was mighty pleased to see them pop up over that zipper. Ennis doesn’t mind the idea one bit, plays into his fantasies about Jack using that beautiful mouth to great advantage.
*
But Ennis being Ennis, he is cautious after all and wonders, why is Jack here? Why is he doing this to me? To us … to me? What does he want? Hell yeah, it feels great … goin’ ta feel great him lickin’ on my balls, but … ain’t this like screwin’ up my life for a quick fuck? This is changin’ everthin’, man. But goddamn it, Jack, I can’t get this nowhere else, nowhere else in the whole fuckin’ world. Why the fuck ya got me ta fall in love with ya in the first place?
Things are not so uncertain in Jack’s mind. In fact, he has their future planned out … a vision of a real sweet life. He needs to make sure he’s got Ennis hooked—make sure Ennis needs him. Really needs him, like can’t live without him. But at the moment, he just wants this man, wants to serve this man in any way possible to make up for the long separation.
*
Walking with his pants half down is awkward, but Jack manages to guide Ennis toward the bed. He tugs Ennis’ jeans down past his hips, and Ennis sits on the edge of the bed. Jack kneels on the floor, spreads Ennis’ knees, and nuzzles underneath the other man’s scrotum. He licks the bottom, where he is sure the hurt is. Ennis’ scent is strong there, and Jack is so happy, so damned happy he has found this man again, this special man he hopes to make a life with. He’d just as soon lay his head gently in Ennis’ lap, feel that warm cock and pubic hair against his cheek, and wrap his arms around his lover’s hips, but hormones are at work.
Ennis groans with appreciation as his cock instantly straightens out again. “Oh, Jack,” he says. “Jesus, Jack, that feels so fuckin’ good. Ain’t nobody else does that ta me, ya know.” Jack flinches at the suggestion that maybe he himself isn’t so deprived, but Ennis doesn’t notice. He is merely stating a fact, that Alma doesn’t do this, not that maybe Jack has found others to satisfy his own needs. Deep down, Ennis may wonder what Jack has been up to these four years, but right now he has other considerations as Jack’s tongue soothingly bathes his balls.
Despite Ennis’ having ravaged him in the truck and now in the room here, Jack senses how uncertain the other man is about picking up where they left off. As Jack sucks on his balls, Ennis wonders, where did we really leave off? Was all so sudden, comin’ off the mountain like that … fuckin’ Aguirre. What happens next? What frightens Ennis the most: What’s goin’ ta happen after . . . after doin’ this? He cannot face again the feeling of loss that set in after he and Jack went their separate ways that summer. Yet now he has the certainty of Alma and the girls, his obligations to them, and how can Jack possibly fit into that scenario? After all, how many more times can they meet like this? Will Jack visit again?
Ennis has no idea yet of Jack’s ambitious plans for their life together.
*
Jack recalls fondly the times he and Ennis tried new things during that amazing summer on Brokeback Mountain, Ennis more often than not agonizing about some detail or another. Became a regular philosopher at times, as far as Jack could tell. Would lie there with his brow furrowed while Jack was sucking on his cock or whatnot. Jack would think, his philosophisin’ ain’t doin’ anyone no damn good, though, ‘cause the fucker ain’t talkin’ ‘bout it, that’s for sure. An’ it don’t make his jizz taste no better neither.
Here in the motel, Jack thinks, damn, he’s just as puzzlin’ as ever, ain’t he? Ain’t never goin’ ta figure out Ennis Del Mar. Ya’d think the son of a bitch was a first-timer here, but goddamn, I surely do know what the fucker can do. Ah, what the hell, once we get on that ranch together, maybe then I’ll have more time ta figure him out.
With Ennis, it has always been the same old story: his childhood stolen from him by his parents’ death, he has never learned to have fun beyond what Jack has been able to teach him. Ennis knows he’s not meant to be like Jack, no two ways about it, but he’s so goddamn tight, would be the best word for it. That’s just one of the reasons he fell in love with Jack … just the opposite, talkative, entertaining, big ideas for the future, naturally romantic. When he’s with Jack, Ennis becomes a different man, feels like he can express himself more, feels like a complete person for once. True, he instinctively puts up his defenses, yet deep down he knows he needn’t do so when it’s just him and Jack.
*
Jack wants to fuck Ennis here in the motel, thinks that’s what Ennis needs to loosen up. But first Jack has to remind Ennis that it’s just the two of them, that this time is theirs, that it’s okay for Ennis to let this one very special man—who cares about him so much—dominate him, penetrate him. Jack can tell that right now Ennis is all wrapped up in those fuckin’ manhood issues that had plagued him back on Brokeback, worries that at times had made Jack’s efforts seem in vain.
“Ennis, look,” Jack says soothingly. “Remember we had fun doin’ all kinds a different things back on Brokeback, didn’t we, takin’ turns an’ all? That one time when we was suckin’ each other at the same time—that was crazy, huh?”
He continues, “If the two a us thinks it feels good, well, hell, no reason not ta give it a try, Ennis! Remember that summer? We didn’t know nothin’, had ta figure everthin’ out on our own. Remember? All them different excitin’ things we found ta do? You ain’t forgot all that, have ya, Ennis?” Jack gets more direct about his intentions: “Don’t need ta worry ‘bout bein’ a sissy or nothin’. Ya always been plenty a man for me, Ennis, with that big ol’ dick an’ those balls crankin’ out your man juice. Ya know, never took ya for a girl when I was fuckin’ ya, no sir!”
Ennis does remember, and he almost smiles. Jack fuckin’ Twist was way more man than he knew what to do with, and he feels that hasn’t changed a bit. Not that he hadn’t tried to figure out how much of it he could handle during their summer together. Ah, Jack, sometimes I just can’t keep up with ya, he thinks.
Ennis recalls in detail all those times that summer when he and Jack had made love. Every day it had been, hadn’t it? Often more than once a day, all over the place! In the tent, out of the tent, in the sunlight, by moonlight. At sunset when the romance of the moment overwhelmed them. In the cold water, where a warm mouth could work wonders even if your balls were all shrunk and wrinkled. Once during a goddamn hail storm! Just them against nature that time—fuck them sheep runnin’ around out there, they had agreed. The only thought on each boy’s mind: hope this fuckin’ tent holds up till I done shot my load!
I worried about a lot a that shit, Ennis remembers, doin’ things for the first time an’ all, didn’t I? And now I feel like that … weird … I don’t know. Here Jack comes out a the blue, interruptin’ everthin’ I got goin’ on. Ain’t the best, all the things I got goin’, but ain’t the worst neither. Got Alma … got my girls … how the hell do I go back ta that after this?
*
Ennis, what the fuck are ya thinkin’ ‘bout now, cowboy? Jack wonders. Jesus christ. “Hey, Ennis. Remember that ‘ride ‘em cowboy’ thing we did? That was lots a fun, wasn’t it?” I want ta fuck this cocksucker ‘til he can’t see straight, Jack thinks. Can’t get no closer than that ta gettin’ ta this man’s soul, an’ lord knows I need him so bad! That’s what he needs most, I damn well know it. An’ shit, ain’t no one else around goin’ ta do that! Ain’t nobody on earth goin’ ta get near that gun-shy butthole a his!
Jack’s stiff cock had dripped more than once on the trip up as he thought about Ennis sitting on his cock, as he thought about thrusting himself up into this man who didn’t have an equal among Jack’s other conquests, who made him feel like a complete man. For Jack, fucking a woman was easy, but fucking a man … well, fucking Ennis anyway … that was damned special!
Up on Brokeback, Jack had broken through Ennis’ fear of being penetrated, of compromising his manhood. Ennis had been so grateful, so very grateful to Jack for making him feel safe to let go, for letting him know it was okay to lose control for the sake of love. But back on earth here, Ennis had found himself permanently in control again. He was the man in the family, after all. There would be no unguarded moments, no tears, no fears, no weaknesses. He had to bury all those special new feelings that Jack had drawn out during that summer.
Ennis looks away, hesitates. “Well, I don’t know, Jack … it’s been so long….” I ain’t done this in forever, This shit really hurts, don’t it? Maybe I shouldn’t a never done it ta begin with, let him do me like he did. Tried not to, didn’t I? Can’t just start doin’ this again, can’t just start gettin’ fucked again, Jack, just ain’t that easy!
Uh-oh, Jack thinks. Tight motherfucker really don’t want me ta fuck him, does he? Fucker’s got it in his head again how he ain’t goin’ ta be a man no more if he got a dick up his ass. I just know it. “Shit, Ennis, it’s my dick, and I ain’t goin’ ta forget that you’re a man! All man, Ennis, as much a man as a guy can get. An’ I’ll do it slow, ain’t goin’ ta hurt ya, okay?”
Could let him fuck me, Jack thinks, but better ta break him in upfront. Don’t give him a opportunity ta not do things we ought ta be doin’. Want ta look up at that naked man ridin’ me, want ta feel his hot ass on my cock! Want ta hit that special spot, Ennis, make ya shoot your sweet jizz all over me.
But Ennis is so overwhelmed, so shocked at how their rekindled passion has taken over, takes little comfort in Jack’s observation. Jack sees that he has to be forceful to find the adventuresome lover he left on Brokeback Mountain.
“Ennis, just sit on my goddamned dick already! I ain’t driven from state ta state just ta watch ya layin’ there playin’ with yourself or somethin’. Jesus christ, Ennis, I want ta fuck ya, I want ta be inside a ya! Ya don’t know how goddamn bad I been needin’ this, needin’ ta pleasure ya by hittin’ that spot, needin’ ta feel ya clamp down like ya do when you’re goin’ ta shoot. Fuck, Ennis, I been drippin’ all over the place for days, for weeks, just thinkin’ about ya bein’ so tight an’ warm an’ we’re kissin’ an’ you’re thrashin’ all around like ya do!” Jack knows what he drove a thousand miles for, and unlike Ennis, he isn’t shy about expressing his needs.
Jack’s graphic determination shocks Ennis but leaves no doubt as to where this reunion is headed. Jack is in charge now, and Ennis wants to believe it will be okay. He remembers how patient Jack always had been while he took his time warming up to some new type of sex, and he figures Jack will be patient now, even back off, if Ennis isn’t ready to be fucked again.
Ennis tries to get in the mood, thinks back. Yeah, that ride ‘em cowboy thing, that was kind a fun, wasn’t it? Felt different sittin’ down on Jack’s dick like that instead a bein’ on my back, but he hit that joy spot all the same, didn’t he? Yeah, now I remember. I sort a rolled around on top a his cock till I got that spot workin’. Shit, how’d that go? Goddamn, I unloaded all over his chest, didn’t I, hit his chin, too, just shot it right out there, made one hell of a mess! Maybe that ain’t such a bad idea….
*
The exciting memories bring another round of sticky drops to Ennis’ piss hole. “Yeah, Jack, I’ll ride ya, ya fuckin’ wild ass cowboy! I’ll ride ya till both a us sees stars! That’ll get us back in the swing a things, huh?” Ennis feels a little more confident.
Yet he wonders if he can really do this. Can he do this after being a husband and father for four years? After all, fantasies are one thing, but this is no fantasy!
Regardless, Jack enjoys it immensely when Ennis lets his enthusiasm take over. Jack urges Ennis on. “Damn. Four years! Imagine that. But here we are!”
“Fuckin’ four years,” Ennis repeats. “Didn’t think I’d hear from you, ya know. Figured ya was sore ‘bout that punch.”
“Hell no, Ennis. Came back the next summer ta Brokeback, found out ya wasn’t there. Wasn’t too happy ‘bout that an’ headed for Texas. Rodeoin’. Where I met Lureen. But that don’t matter, ‘cause I’m here now, ain’t I?”
Yeah, an’ let’s get back ta here an’ now, Jack thinks. “Ain’t got no interest in talkin’ ‘bout rodeoin’ ‘sides you ridin’ my dick, anyways.” For his part, Jack loves being conquered for a moment, being pinned down, feeling his lover roll around on his erection and up and down too. Ennis will be in control, riding Jack’s cock to hit that joy spot over and over and over, until he finally spurts hot cum like a geyser all over Jack’s chest. They had found that comforting back on the mountain, the moans and groans, sweaty thrusting, sticky cum all over the place. They would collapse together, snuggle in a heated embrace, fall asleep.
Ennis finally relaxes enough to try getting fucked, and Jack reaches for his partner’s slender hips.
*
Ennis lubes up his hole with an index finger. Damn, I ain’t goin’ ta just sit down on a dick without preparin’ some, he tells himself. Decides he’d better work a second finger in there too.
Finally he wiggles around, guides Jack’s dick to his asshole. Ennis is afraid of the pain, but he thrills to the thought and feel of Jack’s erection entering him once again, the cock head surging past the tight ring of muscle. The precum drips out of Ennis’ piss slit, a glistening ooze of anticipation.
Already he is sharing his male prerogative with Jack. And it’s okay, isn’t it?
Jack slowly but surely thrusts his cock upward … careful, careful, don’t want to startle Ennis, hurt him. Ennis leans so the other man’s erection meets his prostate with maximum impact. The shaft glides back and forth, up and down with just enough force to put the perfect amount of pressure on his joy spot. Ya ain’t forgot a thing, Ennis, Jack thinks happily. This is goin’ ta be one fuckin’ ride, I can tell already. An’ you’re goin’ ta make me shoot my jizz real deep in ya, yeah, make both of us feel real good! Ain’t ya, yeah….
Jack, Ennis thinks. Jack, oh, Jack, this feels so good! How the fuck could I forget … a little pain, maybe, but a whole lot a feelin’ good! An’ you inside me, Jack … I needed that so bad, havin’ you inside me, like you’re part a me. Jack, it’s been four years, how did we do it? Four fuckin’ years! Jack, why did you make me wait four years? Ah, but Jack, it don’t matter no more, ‘cause this feels so goddamn good, so fuckin’ good! Ennis rocks back and forth on Jack’s cock.
Ennis, starved for sex with another man—but as ever only with Jack—responds energetically to Jack’s increase in speed, much to Jack’s delight. Jack bucks like a goddamned bronco, darn near sends his lover flying right off his cock. Jesus, Jack thinks, I ain’t fucked like this since … jesus, since … well, since me an’ Ennis last done it! Ain’t played cowboy with nobody else, have I? A little foolin’ around here an’ there, but never with no cowboy.
Jack’s heart skips a beat when he reminds himself that this is Ennis Del Mar sliding up and down on his cock here. Couldn’t even take his clothes off in that tent when we first started foolin’ around, could he? In the fuckin’ flesh here, naked as the day he was born, jerkin’ himself off. Fuck, he makes me hot! So goddamn beautiful … so strong … such a man!
Ennis feels like he is on a rollercoaster—up, down, slow, fast. Repeat. All of it a thrill. All the while, he vigorously massages his own erection with one hand and uses the other to tweak his nipples, twisting, pinching, stroking. “Oh, Jack …my god, Jack,” he moans. “Oh, fuck, that feels so goddamn good. Oh, you’re hittin’ that place a joy … Jack … oh … oh…don’t stop … oh my fuckin’ god!”
Ennis falls into a galloping rhythm bouncing up and down on Jack’s cock, up, down, up, down, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. Jack groans, “Jesus christ, Ennis … good like that … chrissakes, Ennis, must be all that time a yours ahorseback … ridin’ … ridin … ah, fuck! Fuck!”
Placing his hands firmly on Ennis’ hips, Jack thrusts deliberately into this handsome, strapping man who is riding his cock, this man whom he loves so much, has always loved, finally had to come back to. Jack is fully in him now, his pubic hair teasing Ennis’ balls as the latter man rides up and down. Ennis’ face glows warmly as his hand heats up his own raging cock. The good old Ennis of Brokeback days is returning. Nostrils flaring, he closes his eyes, throws his head back, strokes his erect penis. “Jack … don’t go away, little darlin’, please don’t go away,” Ennis moans desperately as he grabs at himself.
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