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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 hovers over Ennis, whose eyes are closed, like he's watching someone dreaming. He catches every hint of pleasure, every hint of pain, every twitch on Ennis's face, every lick of the lips. "Look at me, Ennis," Jack says. He so wants to look into Ennis's eyes, as though his clear blue eyes can penetrate his lover to his soul, while he does the same with his body, while his erect penis fills this man he loves so much. Ennis opens his eyes, and Jack is so far away, this Jack who is making love to him. Yet he is right here.
*
Jack wanted this to be a romantic encounter, wanted so badly for Ennis to remember this initiation for all the right reasons. Neither man knew how to talk about it, but they both knew how momentous it would be for someone as guarded as Ennis to allow himself to be penetrated.
Jack had slowly stripped Ennis of his clothing from behind, enjoying the revelation of each bit of skin. It had taken some doing to get Ennis to appreciate this deliberate, sensual approach to something as routine as getting undressed, but Jack needed to get Ennis used to the idea of new positions. This time he would not be in front of Ennis sucking his dick or beneath him getting fucked.
*
Ennis lies there expectantly. He has an aching need deep within him, and he knows only Jack can fill that void. He has never felt so vulnerable, needing Jack like this, not even on that second night in the tent when he had been so scared, when he had learned how to kiss a man. Here Ennis lies, ready to open himself to another person, to another man. He is torn between his need and his notion of what for him it means to be a man. When he was nine years old his father had taken him to see a murdered queer lying in a ditch, and that memory lurks right below the surface. Indeed a month ago Ennis Del Mar would have killed with his bare hands anyone who would have suggested that he would ever have anything up his ass, let alone another man's dick!
*
Jack must do this facing Ennis because they are lovers, even though neither man has used that word and probably never will. Unspoken though it may be, each knows on his own terms, though, that this is love. Jack imagines the joyful sensuality of kissing Ennis long and deep at the moment he enters him for the very first time. He does not want to fuck this beloved man like a piece of livestock, regardless of the incredible release that resulted during their first sex that one night in the tent... when Ennis took him in that very manner.
Jack desires the mingling of many sensations: Ennis's earthy scent, the taste of his mouth, the roughness of his stubble, the well-formed muscles in his chest, the welcoming warmth between his legs. Jack wants to possess as much of his lover as possible. He expects to find an explosive inner heat. This thought stiffens his erection, which already oozes its shiny drops of excitement. He does not know the incredible power that awaits him, but Ennis does... and he closes his eyes in anticipation.
*
Jack had hoped that one day he could pleasure Ennis in this way, but he also has known all along that it would take some planning on his part to get Ennis actually to agree. Jack knows damn well that despite the intense pleasure they give each other, his lover has inner conflicts about what they are doing. That emotional distance is one of the things Jack loves about Ennis, one of the things that drew him to the man in the first place. The rodeo rider likes a good challenge, after all. As plainspoken as Ennis is, he wouldn't tolerate Jack's just coming along and asking outright if he could fuck him in the ass!
In preparation for this night Jack has brought up some of the physical aspects of taking it up the ass. He has described as best he can how he has learned to relax his rectal muscle whenever Ennis is about to penetrate him. He has waxed enthusiastic about the prostate. That might be the selling point for a tough customer like Ennis, Jack has decided.
"Ennis, there's a place a joy inside your butt. Sure enough, didn't even know it was there, an' ain't never felt nothin' like it," he tells his lover.
Ennis looks skeptical.
"Ya hit it ever' time ya got your dick in me. Makes my shootin' so goddamn good!" Jack gets hard even as he says this, his recall is so vivid. Ennis smiles at what the other man's snug jeans reveal. He is pleased to hear this, damned pleased that he's made Jack so happy after all. Well, he knows Jack hasn't been unhappy about their tumbles down the hill naked, groins locked together�foreplay for the satisfaction once they get to the bottom�or about their boisterous wrestling or loving caresses in the tent, hands and mouths all over each other, the campfire casting its flickering glow on their bare skin. After all that, Jack is quite content as they snuggle together so tightly every night.
Ennis frowns again with uncertainty, however, remembering only his sensations on that first night in the tent. He feels a little selfish that he hasn't paid much attention to the quality of Jack's orgasms when he fucks him, although he sure knows when his man is about to come: Jack clamps down on Ennis's erection, wanting that cock all the way in. All the way, every goddamn inch, right up to the balls, and Ennis obliges as best as he can.
Jack thinks he might be getting somewhere, because Ennis seems interested in what his lover experiences while being fucked. Jack assures his companion that the first night, violent though it was, was as memorable for him as it was for Ennis.
"Ennis, I shot all over the goddamned place without touchin' my dick at all!" Jack remembers with excitement, his erection becoming more prominent. Ennis looks startled and raises his eyebrows. He has never heard of such a thing. Jack shows him the stain on the bedroll.
"Jesus christ, Jack!" Ennis exclaims. "I didn't know... shit, I didn't know ya was doin' that!" He pauses. "An' ya ain't told me nothin' 'bout it till now?"
"For chrissake, Ennis, I told ya my goddamned gun was goin' off!" Jack has no idea how or why he remembers this fact, he had been in such painful ecstasy at the time. Since then, however, he has said that often to Ennis when he is about to come, and the other man has grown fond of the phrase. Even so he had no clue that Jack had said it on that night, that Jack had even made a noise while Ennis ferociously pounded him.
Since that first night, Jack's orgasms have had a visible stimulus: his cock being stroked by either his or Ennis�s practiced hand, or being sucked by Ennis's increasingly talented mouth, or being excited by rubbing through the blond�s pubic hair.
"Oh, ya know, Ennis," Jack says nonchalantly, "we been tryin' out all sorts a things, all this stuff neither of us done before, bein' new at it an' all. Just kind a slipped my mind." For Jack the memory of that first night remains so exciting, so momentous for him, such a gift that he hasn't wanted to share the particulars of it until the right time... even with Ennis.
This seems to be the right time.
*
The thought of Jack losing control and jizzing all over the place excites the hell out of Ennis, who is normally so repressed, so fearful of doing just that�losing control. For him such a thing is so unthinkable... so very forbidden. His heart beats faster as he agrees that, yes, maybe tonight they can try something "different," that he is "sort of interested" in experiencing what he gives Jack when he fucks him.
"Yeah, Jack, ya know. That sounds pretty good. That thing with your butt, well, that sounds pretty interestin', don't it? Just amazin' what goes on in your body sometimes, ain't it?" As though Jack would confirm that Ennis was making the right decision. "All this time, an' I just thought... well, ya know...."
*
Even so, Jack worries about physically hurting Ennis. He aches to be inside that man, and he wants this to work so much. But he feels that one false move would spoil the whole thing. Not that Ennis has been reluctant about anything. They have been at this not even a month, and aside from the one-sided anal adventures, their lovemaking has come to include masturbation, frottage, mutual cocksucking.
Ennis likes taking Jack from behind because he can watch his own penis slide in and out... until he is about to come. Then he bends his body over Jack's and grabs onto his lover for dear life, pressing his groin tight against Jack's butt as he shoots his semen deep within him.
Tonight Ennis lies here like a first-timer. They are both terrified, Ennis of receiving pain and Jack of inflicting it. Ennis is grateful to see that Jack's erection is a bit smaller than his own. It's funny, he thinks, that he never knew dicks came in different sizes. For one thing, Ennis had never gone to a school that could afford to have a gym and showers, where he might have observed such diversity. Now he thinks it will make a big difference. This is going to be tough enough, painful enough, he is certain of that. But poor Jack! Christ, what Jack must have endured on that first night! Ennis wonders why he finds that so exciting, the thought of his bigger dick fucking Jack's ass, causing his lover pain.
*
After Jack's first time experiencing anal sex... once he realized it was going to be a regular part of their sex life... he had come up with the idea of using the lard they had rendered from a big old elk Ennis had bagged not long before. That slick-and-spit routine just wasn't going to work during their less violent endeavors. Jack rubs what he thinks is a generous amount of the grease on his dick, then guides his slick member between the other man's ass cheeks. Anticipating pain, Ennis is tense all over and already has squeezed his eyes shut. The tip of Jack's erection pushes against Ennis's rosy hole.
Ennis grimaces and Jack stops. Pain. Jesus christ, no! I�m hurtin� Ennis� can�t do that, Jack warns himself. He realizes to his relief that he hasn�t caused any pain yet, hasn�t even begun to penetrate his lover. Jack cannot bring himself to cause Ennis any pain at all, yet he knows the pleasure that awaits the man. He recalls his own orgasm when Ennis took him like an animal just a month ago. How can he give that unbridled pleasure to Ennis without causing pain... without hurting the man he loves? Then again, why should he deny Ennis the pain? Jack had described the pleasure for Ennis, but even though he told about the mechanics of it all, he had forgotten to mention the pain!
"Ennis, relax. Ya got ta relax your butthole," Jack suggests softly. Ennis is not used to relaxing this muscle. It's not there to be relaxed, he thinks, at least not for something going in. "Ya got ta relax back there so we can find that sweet spot, huh?"
Ennis agrees, but he is not sure he can do what Jack needs. Jack is beginning to panic. This is just what he had feared... that things would not go smoothly... that this would hurt Ennis. For a moment Jack fears he could be jeopardizing their whole affair, because what if Ennis actually doesn't have a sweet spot?
*
Jack's own initial experience had prepared him to take Ennis's erection with no further preparation beyond the other man's greasing it up. But with Ennis... well this isn't going to work quite the same way, is it? Jack thinks a bit and reaches back for the pail of grease. He runs a finger through it and once again tends to Ennis's butt. Probing with the slick finger, he finds the hole and slides it in. Ennis squirms a bit to adjust to something penetrating him. Even though it is only a finger, Jack takes it very slowly. Ennis's discomfort is modest, however, and he doesn't really register it as pain at all.
Jack feels Ennis's excitement building in his hot, pulsing passage. The tight muscle fights Jack's finger, but he keeps pushing gently, so gently, the determined digit working its way painstakingly toward that inner sanctum. Jack massages his way past the final contraction, and his finger is inside!... inside Ennis... free to roam the smooth space there inside the man of his dreams. Jack wiggles his fingertip around in search of his lover's magic spot. Jack is usually on all fours on the receiving end, and from his present vantage point he is not exactly sure where Ennis's prostate is. Suddenly, however, he presses on a tight, ribbed mound. When Jack hits the pleasure spot, Ennis's eyes fly open. He emits a high-pitched "Oh!" Then in his usual deep voice he exclaims, "Oh, jesus. Jesus!" He doesn't know what can feel more pleasurable than Jack's thrusting finger against his prostate... but he has yet to receive Jack's penis, and he has yet to have his orgasm.
Having Jack inside him... inside him... inside Ennis Del Mar!... the surge of need and intimacy he feels brings tears to his eyes, because he knows he can never understand what this is really all about. He supposes it's about love. Hell, he knows it's about love. But his life is laid out before him, and what is he supposed to do about this? The life that awaits him doesn't include any of this, that's for sure! No, there is no place there for this man who fills him every day, every night, with wonder, worry, lust. Even so, Ennis finally relaxes enough for Jack to try again.
Jack guides his erection back to Ennis's asshole, now slick and welcoming. Supporting himself on his muscular arms, Jack aims for his man's puckered opening and pushes slowly, the big, dripping head of his cock followed by the thick shaft, its thin skin heating up as the member throbs its way in, inch by inch. With his groin finally pressed as tightly as can be against his lover, Jack strains against the sweating skin that holds him back.
He looks down into Ennis's dark, shining eyes. It is there that he sees his newfound power reflected back: the power to hurt this man beneath him, or to pleasure him... or both. Jack leans into Ennis's face and kisses him. Lips meet, then Jack's tongue penetrates Ennis's eager mouth... first a tease with just the tip, then tongue meeting tongue, then mouth pressing passionately full on mouth. Jack begins to fuck Ennis, and as he does so their tongues begin a deep, sensuous dance in time with the movement of his erect cock. The kissing... the fucking... the kissing... so stimulating, so graceful these rhythmic ins and outs. Ennis feels his lover's heartbeat in the pulsing penis that fills him.
Their kissing intensifies, and Jack's guttural noises mingle with Ennis's increasingly loud moans as he feels his lover's cock penetrating him so deeply. Ennis caresses Jack's erect nipples and strokes his chest through the soft layer of dark hair. He moves his fingers more forcefully and more deliberately, and Jack responds by intensifying his thrusts. Jack pushes in, pulls back to get maximum stimulation... but the two men are as one right now, and he is ever attentive to what Ennis's body is telling him. He takes care to stroke Ennis's joy spot gently but intently as he slides in and out above him. The contact between the head of his penis and the very organ that makes Ennis a man is so exciting that Jack almost comes right then and there.
Ennis rolls his hips, grinding his ass on Jack's dick. He wraps his legs around Jack's back. He wants that cock in... in all the way.
Jack is filled with wonder at the thought that he is finally fucking his man... that they will complete their sacred bond when he shoots his essence from the base of his manhood into Ennis's welcoming depths. Ennis too feels the wonder... and he doesn't know if he ever wants this to end. He hears the crickets, the rustling pines, the rushing river. His mind wanders, and he is so confused, even on the verge of crying. Is he ashamed? Yes, he probably is. It is one thing to take another man, but it is quite a different matter to be taken, to relinquish what he understands to be the male prerogative. Yet he loves what Jack is doing. He loves being taken like this... being helpless for once... being vulnerable like a little boy... being at another man's mercy.
This is so wrong! How can this be? Goddamn it... why am I thinkin' so much? Ennis asks himself. Jack is tryin' so fuckin' hard, an' I love what he's doin'. Christ how I love it! An' goddamn if he ain't makin' me feel more like a man 'n ever, like he's makin' me a part a himself even. Maybe Ennis can sort the issues out later; he doesn't know, and at last he doesn't care.
Jack fucks him faster and faster, and Ennis tends with greater force to the sweating chest above him, twisting his lover's nipples, tugging his hair, digging into his skin. In minutes Jack feels the surge of semen at the base of his cock that will fill his lover for the first time ever. He closes his eyes and thrusts violently, uncontrollably as his white-hot ejaculate courses through his penis. Jack comes so hard inside Ennis that his own body whips back, and it seems that only his cock is keeping him grounded.
Devastated by his orgasm, Jack hovers above the other man. "Oh, christ, Ennis, jesus christ... oh fuck!" Dripping with sweat and delirious, Jack looks and sounds like he is in pain. He is still hard, though, still inside Ennis, still hitting that pleasure spot until his lover can no longer stand it. Ennis writhes beneath him, panting, breathless, barely able to speak. "Oh, oh, oh, my god, Jack� oh, oh," he moans. He is helpless� and he loves it. He frantically strokes himself into a frenzy, one hand flying up and down his throbbing shaft, the other yanking his big balls or rubbing his groin through his pubic hair.
Jack supports himself on his haunches so he can really bear down as he massages Ennis's broad chest. He lowers his mouth now and then to nip at a nipple or kiss Ennis hard on the mouth. Ennis has never had his prostate stroked while jerking off, and the sensation is incredible. His dick feels raw as it swells in his hot, sweaty hand. He can�t control his moans, groans, his writhing around Jack's cock. He clamps down hard on Jack's erection, wants to keep it in him, needs to keep it in him. Getting fucked is painful, but the reward is about to happen! Ennis's body stiffens as he holds his own dick straight up. It seems like his ass is taking even more of Jack in, although that is not possible. Ennis wants his release to be free and far-ranging. He arches up off the bed and with a groan ejaculates, multiple shots bathing him and his lover in fresh, hot semen. The violence of his orgasm ejects Jack's penis.
"Goddamn, Jack! Goddamn!" Ennis lies there in ecstasy, sweating and spent. He is certain he's never shot so much or so far. Was there pain? He doesn't know, and he doesn't give a damn. "Oh, jesus christ, Jack... jesus fuckin' christ...," he says, trailing off into a heaving sigh as he reaches to pull Jack down on top of him. They lie there in wet bliss, sweating, breathing heavily, arms wrapped around each other.
Neither man could have hoped for more from this sacred rite of passage. Jack has finally taken Ennis, this enigmatic, inscrutable man. He has taken him all the way... filled him with his seed, his essence, his manhood... filled that aching void with all the love that he has to offer.
As for Ennis? He hugs his lover more tightly than ever and simply whispers, "Jack... thank you, Jack." He looks at the other man with renewed wonder and love, at this man who has penetrated him, and raises his head for another kiss. Ennis knows this is only a beginning, a small step, but he is so grateful to this man who finally has made him lose control.
THE END (of the beginning)
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