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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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How do you kiss a man? That is what Ennis Del Mar has been worrying about all day long. He doesn't really even know how to kiss a woman. It has never gotten that far with Alma, not that kind of kissing, because she is a good girl... and he is a good boy.
Less than thirty feet away, however, sits a half-naked man who wants Ennis to kiss him. Ennis had fucked this very man like an animal the night before, knows how to take him from behind by force, but how does he kiss him?
Darkness has settled in, and it is time for Ennis to mount his horse and head back to the sheep way up there on the mountain. Instead he looks toward the tent. He hesitates. He had spent last night's watch down here with Jack, and the coyotes had gotten a sheep. Will he lose another of his charges tonight? Jack is correct�there are a thousand sheep. But Ennis's principles are at stake here. Will he leave the flock to the perils of nature so he can enjoy one more glorious night with Jack?
Yes... because he must find out what is going to happen. Right here tonight. In the camp. In that tent.
He must.
*
Even as he sits by the campfire working up the courage to go to the tent, Ennis tries to convince himself that it's not true. Jack doesn't really want me ta kiss him, does he? Like he's a girl? Ennis is pretty sure that Jack tried to kiss him last night. There was no kissing, Ennis made sure of that, but after what did happen... what can't two men do together? Ennis has never considered the possibilities, has never had reason to, but he is frightened that there even are possibilities.
Last night? Last night was drunken violence. Like a barroom brawl, say. Like wrestling or something. No thought at all, it just happened. Didn't it?
He looks toward the tent. Jack has left the flap open. He sits on a blanket inside, and even from a distance the glow of the campfire flickers warmly on his skin as he removes his undershirt. Ennis swallows nervously. He is mesmerized by the act of Jack taking off his shirt. It startles him to realize that he wishes he were taking that shirt off for Jack.
Ennis gets an erection as he sits there on the log before the campfire... but this is not simply animal instinct like last night was. The heat he feels is not from the campfire. No, this is something different, he has to admit. This is... what?
He has already suppressed that fleeting thought he had when he was coming inside Jack the night before. I love you, is what he had thought, and he had been terrified. But no matter, whether he says it or not, whether he can think it or not, the love is there, and it is true.
*
The two men had circled each other all day like wary wolves... watching, watching, watching. Each had observed with great interest how the other man moved in his snug jeans, muscles packed solidly in denim. They surreptitiously eyed each other's muscles and movements, crotches and asses, how forcefully or gracefully the other man mounted a horse, performed the most routine task. This was visual appreciation, yet instinct all the same, like dogs picking up each other's scent.
Despite being physically close, the men maintained a great emotional distance. All day they were watching and waiting. For what? For tonight, they both knew.
*
Now tonight is here. Jack and Ennis ate supper in near silence, with only the occasional noncommittal comment. There were no offhand remarks to acknowledge or betray further interest in last night's shocking sexual activity.
This time they shared just one whiskey bottle, in fact only half a bottle between them. Like the night before, they passed it back and forth after supper. Neither was prepared to go into this completely sober, whatever this was going to be. Unlike the night before, when their stories and a good deal of whiskey had stretched out the evening to its violent carnal conclusion in the tent, tonight it was the simple passing of the bottle that mattered. His mouth, then his mouth, then his mouth... and his mouth. So many hopes in each swallow... so many unspoken hopes. Not a word was said.
No, Jack and Ennis would not be drunk this time. They would not be half-asleep. The campfire still burned brightly, the air not yet frigid enough to drive two men to sleep in the same bedroll.
After the previous night, after Ennis had taken Jack so violently, it had seemed he would emerge the alpha male. It would not be that way tonight, however, and they both knew it. Ennis needed Jack's lead, because he himself had no idea what to do next. He could only respond to Jack. True, if Jack tried to kiss him, he could fight him off and probably re-create last night's power play. Would Jack want that again, though, what happened last night? My god, he must be so angry about that, so sore. But he's hiding it well, Ennis thinks.
He doesn't know what Jack knows: having Ennis's cock hit that pleasure spot over and over and over, finally having the man fill him with his blessed semen, was the most exciting thing Jack had ever felt, possibly ever would feel in his life.
Jack thinks, Yes, I undid my pants, offered myself. But I can't believe Ennis did that ta me. I can't believe I let him do that ta me. He did me like he was ruttin' on some animal, made me hurt so much... and I wanted more! I fuckin' wanted him ta hurt me so I wouldn't never forget, ain't that so? An' jesus christ, then shootin' like that without touchin' myself. Ain't never done that except in one a them wet dreams. He wants Ennis to come inside him again, deep inside him, slowly... but the pain. Jack is only human, and some of his bruises must heal before he can endure that again.
*
Jack revels in a feeling of vulnerability as he undresses very slowly in the tent. He's watchin' me, watchin' everthin' I'm doin', ain't he? Jack knows this, and he feels the heat of Ennis's gaze. That alone gives him an erection. I ain't goin' ta have nothin' on at all, Ennis, an' ya can do whatever ya want with me. I'm takin' my shirt off, Ennis. Here... watch me take off my undershirt. Ya see my chest here, don't ya? My pants. How 'bout my belt? You'd like that, wouldn't ya, seein' me unbuckle my belt again? Are ya ready for me ta take off my pants? Would ya like me ta take off my shorts? Or would you like ta do it, Ennis? he asks silently, the previous night still fresh in his mind... Ennis tearing at his clothing, desperate to pull Jack's pants down.
Jack's erection surges as he slips out of the last garment. He sits there cross-legged, his moist penis angling upward in welcome. I want ya ta kiss me, Ennis, he thinks. I want ya ta hug me. I want ta feel your skin on mine, feel your mouth on mine. I want ta tell ya that I love ya... but I can't say that ta 'nother man, can I? What would happen if I did? He decides that maybe his feelings toward Ennis are an obsession, that he himself is just lonely up here on Brokeback Mountain, that he is only nineteen and he is horny and maybe he doesn't even know what love is.
Besides, the other man is Ennis, and Jack knows Ennis could never feel the same way about him. He couldn't, could he? Yet he didn't kill me, Jack realizes. I think he's still my friend... an' nothin' 'bout my feelin's for him makes any more sense. What did I do wrong?
Earlier in the day, in a one-minute declaration, they had agreed that neither of them was queer, that this was nobody's business but theirs, and that it would be a one-shot deal�that this affair was one of convenience... only for the summer... never to be mentioned again once they left the mountain. What was the one-shot deal, though? The night before had happened because of Jack's risk-taking and Ennis's instinctive response. And the results�well, one-shot deal or not, on or off the mountain, neither man would ever forget the intensity of the encounter. They both knew it.
What was going to happen now? Neither man could say. The stage had been set for a drama, but of what type? I told him I ain't queer, Jack thinks. I'm sure I ain't. So what the hell is our one-shot deal, just what is it that's nobody's business but ours?
*
Ennis is about to rise from the log, but he hesitates about going toward he tent, going to Jack. How can I look at him after what I did? Look him in the eye, touch him, look into those eyes an' touch him? Today he watched Jack's body. Ennis wondered what he was really looking at. It's not like Alma... Jack's not a girl. She is what to Ennis, an impression of beauty? But Jack is beauty. Ennis knows it's wrong, but he must see Jack's naked body! He wants to see the ass he fucked, and he wants to see Jack's penis. Has he earned that right?
*
Ennis enters the tent, hesitating, his hat before him like a shield. Jack gently sets the hat aside and extends his hand. Ennis wants to cry, and he cannot look Jack in the eye... cannot look at Jack at all... this man who has become so dangerously beautiful to him. Jack's dark beauty fills Ennis with fear because he can no longer ignore it.
Oh, Ennis, dear Ennis. He's afraid, ain't he? He thinks I know what ta do! What should I do? Jack draws himself up toward Ennis, then gently cradles the other man's face in his hands.
Jack's face... he's gettin' closer. He wants ta kiss me! Ennis thinks in a panic. Again he wants ta kiss me! Ennis turns his face away. God, why am I here, he wonders. Why did I come here? I could just go away, run away... but I come this far. Can't just leave him like this, can I? No, I already said so much just by comin' here. Those eyes! He got long eyelashes, don't he? A dumb thing ta notice. Am I tryin' ta make a woman a him? No, no, not at all. This is a man's body, Jack ain't nothin' if not a man. Ennis has admired the other man's thick neck, the stubble on his beautiful face, his broad chest with its fine layer of dark hair, the muscles in his arms, his powerful legs, his flat stomach, firm butt for longer than he would care to admit. Ennis can't bring himself to look at Jack's penis, but he thinks, No sir, ain't no doubt Jack here is a man... an' all mine? Can I really touch him?
"It's all right," Jack whispers as their mouths come closer. "It's all right, Ennis." Ennis is nearly in tears, his lower lip trembling. But he is drawn to the taste of Jack's mouth, unmistakably male, redolent of whiskey, cigarettes, the crisp mountain air itself. Their lips meet for the very first time... warm, tentatively touching, their mouths reaching out, just the lips to start with. Ennis, who rarely speaks or smiles, revealing little behind those tight lips, opens, finally opens his mouth to Jack, and their moist tongues meet, begin a slow, sensuous dance.
I'm kissin' Jack, Ennis realizes with a start. I'm fuckin' kissin' another man! Indeed, here he is kissing Jack with his mischievous mouth with its lovely curves... a mouth made for smiling... a mouth made for kissing. He feels the roughness of Jack's evening shadow, a contrast to their smoothly sliding tongues.
Jack thinks about Ennis, He's kind a like a boy on his first date, ain't he... so goddamn handsome an' shy. He's such a boy... but sure enough a man too. Don't I know he's a man! Jack decides his feelings toward Ennis probably are love after all. His skin tingles as Ennis comes closer. Oh my god, I want him ta touch me there so bad, he thinks, and he is not even sure where there is. He just wants Ennis's big hands, his rough hands, a man's hands to touch him.
I can't wait ta touch Ennis, ta find out who he really is, what he really feels like, Jack thinks. What he smells like. What he... what he tastes like? That last thought surprises him. What exactly is he going to taste? He knows now that the previous night was the one-shot deal�they could never re-create that sort of impromptu fury. But now, what is the rest of Ennis like, what is he really about? Jack still wants that hug, he still wants that kiss. He wants so much more that he hasn't even yet named.
*
Last night Jack had wondered what two men can do together besides hug and kiss, and he had found out. Tonight Ennis wonders what two men can do with each other that isn't like animals rutting. Is it wrong that he wants last night to happen again, that he craves that powerful intimacy he experienced when his cock was inside Jack, when he filled this man he loves with all that he had to offer? How can he get that again without blindly hurting Jack?
Jack lies back, and Ennis rests his head on his naked chest, wondering what the night holds. Then Jack rolls on top of him and lowers his face to kiss him deeply. He captures Ennis's mouth once and for all. There is no escape.
*
Ennis has never seen another man's erection, and he averts his eyes. Jack lifts his chin, makes him look. "Look at me, Ennis," he says softly, pleadingly. Ennis looks at Jack's broad chest, nipples all erect, his flat stomach, the swirls of dark hair rising from the base of his penis. "Look at my dick, Ennis... it's okay," Jack encourages the other man. Ennis obeys, swallows deeply and blushes as he gazes admiringly at the pink cock itself, shiny drops emerging from its tip on their own as Jack basks in his nakedness.
How do I take my clothes off? Ennis wonders. He is petrified. Jack's sittin' there all naked like that, an' he wants me ta take all a my clothes off too? Jack, always the showman, seems proud of his erect penis, anxious to share with this man he has come to adore. But Ennis�well, no one has ever seen his dick hard!
Even so, he tries to do what must be done. He takes off his boots, unbuttons his shirt and removes it, unbuckles his belt, even shyly unbuttons his jeans. He just cannot bring himself to expose any skin. Jesus, I'm goin' ta have ta undress the son of a bitch, Jack realizes. Ennis is so afraid, trembles, and Jack is sympathetic... yet part of him wants to smile.
He kneels before Ennis. He strokes his friend's dick through his jeans, and it is as hard as can be. Well, thank god for that at least, Jack thinks. He has never touched another man like this before, but Ennis moans in response to those warm fingers massaging his cock, and that only encourages Jack. He unbuttons Ennis's pants, and his heart beats rapidly as he slowly begins to pull them down. He takes great pleasure in stripping a man who modestly tucks the tail of his shirt in at every opportunity, lest any skin be exposed. Ennis holds his breath as Jack's fingers brush through the tawny curls and expose the base of his penis. The rest of the erection is still restrained, visible only in outline through the denim, although the cloth is already damp where it meets Ennis's piss slit. Finally his erection springs forth, and he steps out of his jeans. He is so grateful to Jack for helping him through this awkward moment.
Jack has felt another man's erection, this man's cock fucking the hell out of him just last night, but he has never seen one before, and he is fascinated. His own dick stands straight out when it's hard, but Ennis's curves up from its patch of light brown pubic hair, leaving a clear view of the large, smooth balls below.
Jack pulls Ennis down onto the blanket.
Ennis is naked now except for his undershirt, his hard-on pointing up toward his stomach. He decides that must look dumb and sits up to pull the garment over his head. Jack lays him back down again and caresses his chest, slowly studying the contours of each muscle while stroking the fledgling patch of hair at the middle. He adores the other man's pale imperfections. They are so masculine... so Ennis.
Ennis thrills to the feel of stubble on his skin as Jack kisses him under the chin... as he kisses his chest... as he kisses a nipple. Ennis's cock surges as soon as Jack's tongue, a hint of his stubble, hits that nipple. Ennis is surprised at this unexpected excitement and at how connected these different parts of his body seem to be. His dick and his nipples? He had no idea!
His penis brushes against Jack's pubic hair, and the feeling at the tip is raw and electric. He continues to rub against Jack's groin, his cock sliding through the dark curls and his precum mixing with Jack's as their erections meet. Jack matches Ennis's efforts and their hips move in rhythm. Ennis is surprised at how warm and sensuous it all is, and he is sure enough of this would make him come. He is so excited about this contact, about doing anything at all so intimately with his dearest friend that he almost does come, almost shoots his load after just a few minutes. He knows he will not have to take Jack by force this evening, and that will be fine.
Jack hovers over Ennis and kisses his tight stomach, and suddenly Ennis holds his breath. He is worried about what might happen next. Where is he goin� ta put his mouth? Is he goin� ta put it there? Ennis has a feeling Jack might, and although he is afraid, his erection throbs in anticipation. He worries, because if Jack's mouth goes there, then does his mouth have to do something like that too? He doesn't know about this. What Jack is doing feels awful good, but Ennis doesn't know if he is ready to do the same. But how could he not, especially after what he feels was a totally one-sided encounter the night before?
For his part, Jack is not sure what to do with another man's dick, but the throbbing member is pointing up at him after all... inviting him. Drawn to this unexpected vision, desiring more of Ennis's scent, desiring a taste, wanting to do whatever he can to please Ennis, to draw everything he can out of the man, Jack moves his face toward his friend's groin. It is his turn to be instinctive, and he puts his moist lips on the shaft. Ennis's eyes are closed, but he is tense. Dear god, what's he doin'? he wonders. This feels so goddamn good, but... but... what the fuck are we doin'? Jack can tell he needs to make Ennis relax. He grabs onto his butt and takes the cock in his mouth, head and all, as much as he possibly can, right to the hilt, right down to those curly hairs.
"Holy fuckin' christ!" Ennis gasps. Without thinking, he thrusts upward, and Jack gags. Ennis is alarmed, opens his eyes and pulls back. Fuck! He just doesn't have control over his body when he is with Jack, does he? If he isn't attacking him, he's choking him!
Jack considers his own physical response to be a momentary inconvenience. He has never had a dick in his mouth, and he was just surprised. He looks up. "Friend," he says, "it's all right, really. Just relax, Ennis. I never done this before neither." But Jack knows he is on the right track. He is thrilled to have gotten Ennis to exclaim "Holy fuckin' christ!"... to say anything at all. Ennis hesitates.
"Let's try that again," Jack says, and Ennis relaxes as Jack repositions himself. Jack follows his own advice and takes it more slowly this time. He stops to tongue the shiny drops that appear at Ennis's piss slit, and he swirls his tongue around the swollen head. Ennis moans loudly. He has never felt anything like this, never even imagined anything like this. For the moment he doesn't worry that he might have to do the same to Jack, tonight or any other night.
Although Jack hasn't done this before, he imagines what he would like someone to do to him. Yes, it would feel good to have someone put his dick in their mouth, lick the head with their tongue. His own cock drips as though this really were happening to him. He likes to play with his own balls, and he thinks it would be damned exciting if someone else did that for him too. So he fondles Ennis's balls, gently, barely brushing his fingers across them, then grazes his tongue along their contours. Ennis responds with a groan.
He writhes to the gentle roughness of Jack's tongue sliding on his shaft, up and down, up and down. He looks at Jack. Those lips, that beautiful mouth, sucking on his cock like that. For Ennis this is like being in a dream. The most beautiful man in the world with Ennis Del Mar's dick in his mouth! All of a sudden he feels his cock go all the way to the back of Jack's throat. "Holy fuck!" he exclaims.
Jack continues deep-throating his new lover until he feels the vibrations that tell him Ennis is about to come. With one hand he vigorously massages Ennis's groin through the pubic hair, the other hand grabbing hold of those big balls and tugging, pulling on them. In a frenzy now, Ennis thrusts faster and faster as he fucks Jack's mouth. Jack knows the other man is about to lose control, and he works those balls really hard, squeezing them firmly in his fist. Just the night before, he learned about pain leading to intense pleasure, and he wants to share that with Ennis. He tightens his grip at the base of Ennis's cock. Ennis arches up into Jack's face, bucking wildly in seemingly endless orgasm as he delivers shot after shot of hot, creamy cum into Jack's mouth. Jack keeps his mouth on Ennis's penis as he savors the taste, the texture, the fragrance of the man's semen. It is unlike anything he has ever tasted before, but much to his liking, very earthy. Very Ennis, Jack decides.
Before pulling away, he fucks his lover's piss hole with his tongue. Ennis's penis throbs as Jack makes sure not a single drop remains of that precious fluid. Ennis gasps, his penis wet and still half hard. He looks at Jack with amazement. What two men can do together, indeed!
*
Ennis is still unsure what Jack will expect in return, however, and he worries again. He'll want ta stick his dick up my ass, won't he, after what I did ta him last night? No way I'm lettin' him do that, no fuckin' way. In his own mind, Ennis is adamant about an act that would so compromise his own masculinity... penetration by another man... unthinkable!
Indeed Jack would like to fuck Ennis, from the front, slowly, while kissing him. He knows Ennis is not ready to be penetrated, however, that it doesn't all have to happen tonight, that there will be time to work up to that. Ennis's hands touching any part of Jack's body... that will suffice for now.
*
"Ennis, touch my dick," Jack says. Ennis gingerly reaches for Jack's penis. "Now stroke it... kind a slow at first... wrap your hand around it... yeah, like that... but keep it kind a loose as ya go up an' down, okay?" Jack's erection is as stiff as ever, the head swelling.
He tells Ennis to take it slowly, build up the intensity gradually. Jack enjoys immensely the feel of the other man's big hand masturbating him. Jack has had a couple of girls touch him casually there before, but this is incredible, Ennis's large, powerful fingers�so capable of brute force�stroking his cock so delicately.
That feels so good that Jack wonders how far he can go. "Ennis... um, I'd love for ya... well how 'bout ya lick my balls?" he asks provocatively. Ennis hesitates, looking for a moment as though he were facing an unpleasant task. But he decides he probably can manage this for the man he adores. He swallows hard as he lowers his face to Jack's groin, that place where he's not at all sure he wants to go. He warily eyes Jack's cock, making sure he targets an area well below the erection itself. He nuzzles in there and tentatively sticks his tongue out. He finds the target and realizes how much he just wants to please this man, plain and simple, especially after last night. He knows he's in love, and there's really no turning back.
Ennis thinks about what Jack was just doing to him, and in seconds he finds his lips caressing Jack's warm scrotum, which he begins hungrily licking and kissing. His tongue darts between the wrinkles to massage his friend's large, low-hanging balls, which he carefully sucks in one at a time. He finds that he enjoys the muskiness of the other man's groin and the chance to worship the very source of Jack's manhood, his testicles. Ennis is in the moment, truly loving the chance to pleasure Jack like this, but deep down, he knows that if he does this well, Jack may not ask him to do other things. He may be spared sucking Jack's penis, for example. He just is not ready to eat cum.
Ennis feels the tension building in his partner�s cock. Jack squirms with pleasure, delighted that the other man is returning his oral favors so deftly. "Oh Ennis, Ennis. Oh god, that feels so good," he sighs as he runs his fingers through his lover's hair. Jack moans as Ennis strokes his cock faster and faster, putting more pressure on his balls with his mouth. Ennis feels the pulsing cock as Jack thrusts between his fingers, feels that hot passage swelling as the semen churns at the base of Jack's erection, feels with his tongue the wrinkles turning to goosebumps as the man's scrotum tightens before final release.
Suddenly Jack stops with a jolt and rams his cock up into Ennis's fist, spurting a steaming load of cum into the soft hair on his own chest... then another... and another. Ennis is mesmerized by Jack's orgasm, his face just inches away as he watches his lover's penis ejaculate this wondrous arc of cream. Without thinking twice, he takes Jack's erection in his mouth to suck up the last juices. His lips slide down the meaty shaft, and Jack groans as Ennis's tongue sweeps across the ticklish cock head and toys with his drained, increasingly sensitive piss slit.
Confident now that he has put his mouth where he wasn't sure it could ever go, Ennis feels inspired to take the lead, to make his own contribution to the gentler aspects of lovemaking. He moves up to face Jack, lowers his head and hungrily attacks the other man's mouth. A kiss! He feels so accomplished that he can initiate a kiss. But it is awkward with little finesse, and Jack pulls back, much to Ennis's surprise.
"Easy, Ennis, easy," he says tenderly. "There's no rush." Indeed it is still hours until dawn, when Ennis will return to the sheep for the day. After last night Jack understands passion and violent pleasure, and he has the needs and desires of any nineteen-year-old boy. But he is in love, and even though the summer will end, he does not want that to end. He wants to savor every kiss, every touch, every loving word from Ennis. He wants to take more than just an impression of love down off the mountain. He wants to take their love itself with him, and to do that he needs to remember. He must capture detailed memories. He pretends that someday far in the future, he will be describing these days. What would he remember and why?
Ennis is in love too, but he has no such strategy. What will happen will happen. Yet Ennis has learned. They both have learned so much tonight... that there is more than one way to please another man... that there is more than one way to love another man... that there is an art to it all�being creative, romantic, human.
*
The two men are quiet as they lie there in the throes of their new relationship. Then Ennis gently turns Jack over onto his stomach. He slowly drags his tongue along Jack's spine from the back of his neck on down, intensifying his lover's new erection as he shivers with delight.
"Oh god, that's wonderful, Ennis. That's wonderful," Jack whispers.
Then Ennis climbs onto Jack's back, his cock resting in Jack's ass crack. Jack's undulating response to his lover's kissing has made Ennis hard again, but he just lies there, enveloping Jack, his heart beating against Jack's muscular back, taking in this other man, this new scent that has suddenly become so important to him. He is hard, and Jack is hard, but it is all right. They will take care of each other in good time. There is no rush.
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