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Summer of Love	By : rvanv Category: 1 through F > Brokeback Mountain Views: 3123 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jack hadn't expected Ennis to be in the camp tonight. Or had he? Who, after all, had brought out that extra bottle of whiskey as soon as he sensed that their stories were getting thin and that Ennis would inevitably go back to the sheep, half drunk though he was? Had Jack not wondered just a little what would happen if Ennis were too drunk to remember that there even were sheep on the mountain? Had he not wondered just a little if something might happen, something different, who knew what? Had Jack Twist not suspected that the frigid night air would force even Ennis Del Mar, the hardiest man in Wyoming for all he could tell, at least into the tent? The bedroll was more than Jack could have prayed for, but at least the tent....
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Jack lies there, wide awake. How has it come to this? Why does he always have to fuck things up, complicate everything? For chrissakes, how much simpler can you get than tending to a bunch of sheep? But goddamn if there isn�t this warm, sleeping body beside him. Right up against him. After all those dreams, and now this!
Ennis's body� touching his own. Ennis, a simple, steady man who doesn't have the inner conflicts that Jack has... that's the Ennis he knows. This is a man who has trusted Jack enough to let him become his friend. Such trust from a man who simply doesn't have friends! Jack feels a pit in his stomach.
He is a nineteen-year-old boy in love, and what is he supposed to do about it? Nineteen years old, when the quickest way to a man's heart is still through his pants. But what right does Jack have to Ennis's heart? None... he knows that. Can he blame Ennis for what is happening? Of course not, but that doesn't lessen his heartache.
Jack's hand moves down to his own crotch. He has no doubt about who was in his dreams. He is so hard, painfully hard, and he softly rubs his penis through the denim. He swallows. The stroking feels so good, but he doesn't think he can bring himself off quietly enough, even though the snoring tells him Ennis is fast asleep. Jack could slip out of the bedroll and do it outdoors, shoot off who knows where into the night, but it is damned cold out there, and he is not eager to leave the warmth of the bedroll.
Maybe he can back up into Ennis... maybe a little something to stoke a fantasy later on? That certainly is something that could happen innocently enough during sleep, isn't it? Jack inches very cautiously toward the other man, alert to any changes in Ennis's deep, regular breathing. He succeeds in butting up against his friend, who is lying on his back. No harm done. Jack's heart races as he feels the heat of Ennis's body.
Ennis is straight, Jack knows... as is he himself. Jack is sure his feelings just mean he is lonely. All he wants from Ennis is a hug�he wants to feel that man's body against his, but more than this surreptitious, unrequited contact. He wants to feel Ennis's strong arms wrapped around him. Yes, that's all he wants. Because nothing else happens between men, does it, unless they are queer?
Jack has not thought at all about what else can happen between men, not really. He has no details worked out, but what he needs is complicated by desires he has never felt before. He can understand his physical desires�guys are just horny all the time, aren�t they?�but these other longings... he can't get a handle on these. He senses danger if he pursues them. But Ennis is here, right here, and Jack must find out. He must find out what will happen to these other troubling feelings if he acts on his physical desires. He hopes any physical efforts will vanquish the other thoughts. He knows that would make all this more bearable, all this that is dragging him into uncharted territory.
At best, Jack would lose his only real friend. That is a loss he cannot fully comprehend. He would be forced to take the pain with him as he left the mountain at once, cast out for having betrayed Ennis's trust. At worst, he would die at Ennis's own hands, as his friend blindly, rightfully, defended his manhood.
Or does Jack have his best- and worst-case scenarios mixed up?
He takes a deep breath and reaches for Ennis's hand.
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Earlier that evening, as the two men had shared the first bottle of whiskey in front of the campfire, Jack had observed that with all their drinking and swearing and carousing, the two of them no doubt would be marching off to hell on Judgment Day.
Sure Ennis swore and drank, but he didn't carouse. "You may be a sinner," he had replied, "but I ain't yet had the opportunity." He had been joking. Or had he? Had there not been a vague hope behind his statement, a hope that somehow his opportunities might improve? Sooner rather than later?
Ennis had let Jack get him drunk, hadn't he? Why? His drunkenness magnified his longing to be around Jack. That's all it was, though�he just wanted to be near his friend... probably just wanted to be near someone who didn't bleat or neigh. Yes, that was it.
Once Ennis realized he was too drunk and it was too late to ride back up the mountain, he decided he would get his forty winks outdoors by the campfire, no problem, and go up to the sheep at dawn. As the fire died, he ended up freezing outdoors under just the one blanket, teeth chattering loudly. Jack called from the tent, commanded him really, to get his ass in there. Ennis staggered in that direction, reckoned he would plop down in the tent under his blanket. He never thought he would end up in the bedroll, but Jack told him there was plenty of room... which there was. Ennis was so grateful to Jack, felt like he was in a womb, safe, and fell fast asleep in the warmth.
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Ennis is sound asleep, but suddenly he finds his hand in a very warm place. On Jack's erect cock! Oh fuck, what am I doin'... what have I done? Ennis panics. I was just sleepin', I'm sure I was just sleepin'! Then he feels Jack's hand on his own, Jack�s hand firmly on his own hand. Oh my god, what's happenin' here? Ennis pulls back like he's touched fire. Oh fuck, what does he want? His mind races. I'm not ready for this, no not really, no. No, Jack, ya couldn't a known �bout theme dreams I been havin�, ya don't know how I feel! Jack is taking his coat off. Why? It is cold in the tent, very cold now that they are both out of the bedroll. Jack's face is coming close, and his eyes are half-closed: Is he tryin' ta kiss me? No no no, there can be none of that... Ennis knows that is wrong. "What the fuck are ya doin'?" he demands. No! He pushes Jack, tries to fend him off. Ennis turns his face to avoid the possibility of a kiss. What is this sickness, where did this come from, why is he doin' this ta me? Ennis is shocked that even as they grapple, he hears the unmistakable sound of Jack undoing his belt buckle, opening his jeans for him. God help me, Ennis pleads silently but frantically. What do I do next?... I never been here before, what do I do next? I'm a man, an' I'm supposed ta know what ta do! A man always knows what ta do! Oh my god, oh my god!
Ennis has only ever seen livestock fuck, so the only familiar thing to him is to flip Jack over and somehow mount him, penetrate him. Is this right, is he really supposed to fuck this man like an animal? Ennis has no time to reconsider his impulses, no time to consider whether this is what Jack needs or wants to happen. It is just animal instinct taking over. He pulls Jack's pants down with one hand, the other hand ripping his own belt open. He is on his knees behind Jack, feels the heat where he has bared Jack's body, and he drops his own jeans. This has to happen now, now, now! No time to think�he has to do it! With Jack on all fours now, Ennis pulls out his own hard cock, the tip wet already with the heavy ooze of anticipation, his excitement has been so sudden, so unfamiliar, so intense. He spits into his hand, rubs that on his shaft, pulls himself against Jack's butt. It takes him only seconds to find his target, Jack's warm, tight asshole. Ennis pushes but gets nowhere. He grabs Jack's hips and pushes again, violently... it doesn't matter... he can't stop now, he has to get there! He feels the tip of his cock pass a tense ring of muscle. It is a totally new sensation, and he is in! In a frenzy, he shoves... shoves his full length with force into that inner sanctum, not mindful of Jack's initial yelp followed by tortured groans, gasps, grunts. Ennis fucks Jack deeply, pulling the other man's bare ass back against his own groin as though he were dragging an unwilling piece of livestock. Ennis's noises reflect his own exertions: deep, rutting grunts, all sweaty animal, moans as his cock pulls back and forth in ecstasy. He has never had release like that which follows. At the end of his frantic thrusting, his penis burns, and the hotness intensifies with each spurt of semen deep inside Jack.
It is all animal instinct, but deep down Ennis thinks, I love you, Jack. I love you... oh my god, I love you! It terrifies him to think that. He has not loved anyone since his mother died, and now this. Now this! He doesn't understand.
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The pain is searing for Jack. He did not know what he wanted from Ennis, still doesn't know... but he thinks he is getting it. He thinks, but he is not sure. Why did I open my pants? All I wanted was a kiss, a hug, so why did I open my pants? He knows he had put Ennis's hand on his dick, but he hadn't expected this. He had thought, well, what the fuck had he thought? That he would just borrow Ennis's hand? Oh my god, this is so painful, oh christ, so painful! Jack feels every inch of pain, and he thinks he is going to die, that Ennis is going to split him open. Every thrust burns more as the friction builds.
This is what else men can do, Jack realizes, besides hugging. Despite the pain, his own erection becomes firmer, his cock dripping as these new sensations take over. He is shocked at how he responds to this unexpected force. He bucks against Ennis, wanting him deep, deep, oh so deep. He doesn't care about the sobering pain�this pleasure of having another man inside him is too intense. Another man inside him! Is that what he had hoped for? He wanted a kiss, he wanted a hug... but now, just this. Just this!
What is that, he wonders. What is that goin' on inside? He had never known where his prostate was, that he even had one, but he does now. With each shove, Ennis's cock hits it with force, and Jack has no control, no control whatsoever over this tightness, this excitement from inside. His face is close to the ground. Oh fuck... oh my god, fuck!
He can't even touch himself... he is trying too hard to stay up on all fours as Ennis drags him back. Jack doesn't touch himself at all, hears himself groan, "Gun's goin' off!" as he shoots a raging load of cum out onto the bedroll. He gasps at this unparalleled pain, at this unparalleled pleasure. No kiss, no hug, just this.
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