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Disclaimer: I do not own "Brokeback Mountain." Jack Twist and Ennis Del Mar and their families are the creation of Annie Proulx and remain her property. This story has no commercial purpose whatsoever, and I intend no infringement of her copyright. |
(Saturday evening, Siesta Motel)
“Just another expression of love …”
Ennis explains that one day on his and Alma’s bed—maybe two years after he had last seen Jack—he began to fantasize that Jack was about to fuck him, in that face-to-face position they fancied because they could kiss, get more romantic. There, he said it, told Jack that he masturbated to the thought of him. He couldn’t imagine Jack was that weak—a man desperately holding on to the memory of one summer for four years, just so he could jerk off!—and Ennis never would have considered himself to be the stuff of another man’s dreams. Ennis would never know that it was only ever his face that Jack saw, his body that Jack felt, his name that Jack whispered when he went with other men.
So, Ennis says, he spread his legs and raised them in the air, swinging them back a little more than usual, normally would have stroked his dick and fingered his prostate until he came. This time, however, he swung too far and found his knees above his face. He wondered, what if … is this too perverted? He put his strong back to work, swung his legs back even further, till his feet almost touched the wall behind the headboard. With his lithe body bent in half, his balls in the air, his erection pointed off to the side. He could easily aim his penis toward his own mouth.
Okay, this is interestin’, Jack decides. Real interestin’. You’re goin’ ta make me do that, or what? And ya figured this out on your own? There weren’t no other man? Goddamn, Ennis, sometimes ya surprise the fuck out a me.
*
Ennis recalls how the first squirt of cum nailed him square on the nose. The rest hit his lips, and he tentatively opened his mouth to lick them clean. Was it okay to eat your own jizz? he wondered. Certainly wasn’t anything they had tried on Brokeback Mountain. Then again, if it was okay for Jack to eat it ….
As time went on, Ennis got used to the taste and texture of that salty, earthy liquid that Jack had so loved, and he hungrily looked forward to the times when Alma and the girls would go away, and he could take in his own semen, hot, fresh, straight from his cock. His very essence, it was … the same cum that Jack had drawn out of him at every opportunity up on the mountain. What Jack had tasted. In Ennis’ mind, it brought him a step closer to Jack actually being there.
He fantasized that it was Jack eating the cum. Sometimes Ennis would have his fantasy lover talk to him, plead for what he had to offer. He tried to remember Jack’s voice, how Jack really would have asked. “Ennis, I’d love ta suck your dick, yeah, want ta suck it till ya shoot all over, till you’re dry.” “Ennis, ya got ta come in my mouth, I been missin’ it so much, so goddamn much. Miss seein’ your dick, suckin’ it, eatin’ your ever-lovin’ man juice.” “How does it feel, Ennis, me doin’ that with my tongue? You’re gettin’ those drops on the tip a your dick there. Ya like that, don’t ya? Yeah, thought ya would.” Ennis would concentrate, repeat a phrase if he had to or say it louder, finally would come with a groan.
That much makes sense to Ennis. It’s embarrassing for him to share, the specifics of his scenario with Jack, but he’s been doing it for so long now that it seems to be more a practical matter than anything. But there’s more, and he’s not so sure about this. “So ya know, Jack, sometimes I’ll eat it … I usually do eat it … but other times …” Ennis fidgets, blushes … christ, this is so desperate, ain’t it? Do I really need ta tell him ‘bout the rest?
“Yeah, Ennis, what ‘bout them other times?”Jack asks gently. Damn, Ennis here been talkin’ a lot these past couple a days … a lot for him anyways … so hard for him ta talk ‘bout this, what he thinks when he’s jerkin’ off. Shit, don’t know if I could tell him ‘bout my jerk-off thoughts, seems kind a … seems fuckin’ personal, don’t it? Jesus, he trusts me so goddamn much, don’t he? Jack is in fact extremely flattered by the nature of Ennis’ fantasies. Jack thinks, hell, there’s more ta all this? Such a big deal for him, ain’t it, so goddamn important. Hope it ain’t somethin’ that makes me laugh just ‘cause it ain’t a big deal at all. You can tell me most anythin’, Ennis, an’ I ain’t goin’ ta quit lovin’ ya ‘cause of it. Get on with it, though, this ain’t the most comfortable position, ya know.
“Well, sometimes,” Ennis continues, swallowing hard, his face very warm and red now—this is so perverted, so hard for him to admit because it signals a weakness, doesn’t it, some need that he has no control over—“I just let it go all over my face.” He looks as though he might cry. I can’t believe I’m tellin’ him this, Ennis thinks. He’s goin’ ta think I’m one sorry fuck, thinkin’ a shit like this, doin’ that ta myself, ain’t he? “All over my face, Jack, like ya … like ya used ta do ever’ now ‘n then. Remember that, Jack, when ya shot your jizz all over my eyes an’ nose an’ chin … ya do remember, don’t ya?” Ennis is desperate for Jack to acknowledge the importance of his sacrifice that summer, of his submitting to Jack in that unthinkable way, letting him ejaculate on his face.
The memory brings a slight, tender smile to Jack’s face, but he does not laugh. The very first time that happened—he hadn’t planned on it. He remembers well his delighted surprise when Ennis didn’t push him away, when Ennis didn’t ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing, when Ennis didn’t punch him out, for chrissake. Not only that, Ennis would ask for Jack to do that to him now and then, or Jack would just do it when it felt right.
“Ennis, you’re so fuckin’ sweet,” Jack says. “’Course I remember!” In fact, Jack has not thought of Ennis’ new variation on that activity, is rather startled … and he realizes what he is about to do. Sometimes Jack sees Ennis as just a big boy, but right now he seems like a man with ideas, solutions of his own. But it is Ennis, and it’s obvious to Jack that his lover still has doubts about how he has handled their separation. Jesus christ, Jack thinks, ya thought a this ‘cause … ‘cause … aw, Ennis. He chokes up at the thought of the very special effort Ennis has made … had to make … an obviously desperate effort … to compensate for Jack’s absence.
Jack ain’t thought a comin’ in his own mouth, can’t believe it! Ennis thinks with relief. Ain’t thought a jizzin’ on his own face, an’ he likes the idea! Oh, fuck, thinkin’ ‘bout that is gettin’ me so goddamned hard … god, just ‘bout creamin’ myself here.
Ennis has been with Jack for barely three days, yet he has opened himself up to the other man as never before, as he tries to deal with the unexpected challenges Jack has brought with him. This last admission of his fantasies plumbs the depths of his love for Jack, his need for the man who came all over his face when they were still boys. It was Ennis who made Jack realize that no, this was not degradation, it was just another expression of love. But it is hard for him to reconcile that with the fact that he should feel humiliated. He remembers kneeling before Jack that first time and squeezing his lover’s groin against his cum-spattered face, the other man’s balls against his mouth, his erection against his cheek. His face was literally covered with Jack … with his semen, with his sweat, with the warm skin of his penis and scrotum amidst their dark cushion of pubic hair. The sweet, salty taste of Jack … his musky scent … lingered … stayed with Ennis for a long time afterward.
As much as Jack would love to watch Ennis come in his own mouth, he doesn’t think it would compare with Ennis on his knees there, face bathed in Jack’s cum, hugging him so tightly, pressing his face into his groin. One of those moments when to both of them they seemed as one man.
*
Jack is excited about trying this new exercise. To hell with his bum leg for the moment—he’ll survive. He is curious as to what Ennis will be doing as he himself masturbates onto his own face, into his own mouth, whatever.
There is that big pink head, piss slit glistening. I ain’t never seen it from this kind a viewpoint, Jack realizes. Looks pretty tasty, don’t it? Too bad my goddamn tongue ain’t long enough ta lick on it. Jack has tasted his own cum, agrees with Ennis that it is kind a sweet even, and he thinks, shit … eatin’ my own jizz right out a my dick, that’s goin’ ta be fuckin’ great, I bet.
Ennis says to Jack, “Well, now that ya know what’s goin’ on, what do ya think? Want ta try it? I sure as hell would love for ya to!”
“Tell ya what,” Jack replies. “It’s a damned good idea an’ I sure as hell am ready.” He reaches for his cock, aims it right toward his own mouth, begins stroking. He’s pretty excited, shouldn’t take too long. His legs are getting a little tired.
Ennis continues holding Jack’s legs up, lowers his own mouth to kiss the bottom of Jack’s balls.
“Oh, shit,” Jack sighs.
Ennis envies Jack the added stimulation of having another man’s mouth on him, a real tongue, warm, wet, not a fantasy lover. Yet he is happy he can give so much to his lover, make even more exciting this special activity he is sharing. With eyes wide open, Jack lies there, watching himself masturbate. He writhes beneath Ennis’ loving licks to his scrotum, wishes he could thrash around, but the position doesn’t allow it.
Jack aims his piss hole right toward his open mouth, sticks out his tongue to catch the silky thread of precum for starters. His hand strokes his shaft up to the balls, back down to the dripping tip. Up and down, concentrating as he builds up slowly, then his fist moving more and more rapidly around his cock. Up and down … up and down … up and down … how badly he wants to feel his own jizz hit his tongue! How badly he wants to taste his own cum straight from his cock, not just licking it from his fingers as he has done before.
Ennis’ excitement builds as he licks Jack’s balls, tastes the wrinkled skin contracting around them. His tongue darts around the testicles, lightly teases the dark seam that runs between them. His lover is getting close, he knows. He holds himself back so he can watch Jack’s cock flood his mouth with his own semen.
A few final strokes put Jack over the edge. “Oh fuck,” he says. “Oh christ, Ennis …”
His slit burns as his cock pumps out its load of semen … hot, fresh, sweet. The first few squirts are on the mark, hit his lips and his waiting tongue, and he swallows eagerly. He is not disappointed.
Despite his good aim, some of the semen shoots onto his cheek. Ennis lowers his mouth to lick it off. The wonderful sweetness of your jizz, Jack, Ennis thinks with great pleasure. Didn’t never think I could a shared that with ya!
His dear Jack … the taste of his cum and the taste of his sweat, his skin, all at once … so much to help Ennis remember.
Jack’s lips, slick with his own semen, yearn upward toward Ennis’ approaching mouth. Their kiss is sealed by the viscous cum. The taste of Jack’s mouth, too … tobacco, whiskey—a man, definitely a man. His man.
As Ennis licks Jack’s cheek, kisses him, his own cock rides up to the place between Jack’s balls and ass. Ennis is slick as can be with his own excitement, starts to rub the tip of his erection up and down over the tight, smooth stretch of skin … extends his efforts to include Jack’s balls. He lifts his mouth from Jack’s, leans back and spits on Jack’s balls, resumes the rubbing.
From below, Jack sees the pulsing tip of Ennis’ dick appear over his balls, disappear behind them as Ennis strokes down … appear again on the upstroke … repeat … repeat … repeat.
Jack’s hands are free now, and even though he can’t move much, he can reach to grab on to Ennis’ hips as they move up and down, faster and faster, the friction between Jack’s body and Ennis’ erection growing by the minute.
Both men know that the chance of Ennis’ cum hitting Jack’s mouth are not good. Both look forward to the excitement of the jizz hitting Jack’s face who knows where.
The purplish head looms over Jack’s balls now, the oozing slit shiny … Ennis’ penis ready … so ready … to shoot its load of cum.
Ennis trembles as his raging cock bucks into Jack’s scrotum between the balls, shoots a fountain of cum on Jack’s face, everywhere but on his mouth, it seems.
Jack closed his eyes when he saw the milky stream arc in that direction. Indeed, one of his eyes feels as though Ennis’ semen has plastered it shut.
Coming on his lover’s face in this manner—this intimate act of sharing that should be humiliating but isn’t—has mesmerized Ennis with further desire, an irrepressible need to come closer, closer to Jack. Ennis lowers his face again, gently extends his tongue to clean the cum off that eye … licks the tip of Jack’s nose … licks up the cum on his cheek, on his chin. He licks slowly … his own semen … yes, but now it is part of Jack. No pretending this time. His warm, breathing, loving Jack is here. How wonderful you taste, Jack, he thinks. So wonderful. I don’t know how I been livin’ without it.
Their lips meet again. Jack’s face glows beneath the wet warmth of it all … the cum, the licking, the kisses. Oh, Ennis, he thinks. Oh, dearest Ennis. I love ya so goddamn much I can’t hardly stand it. Jack tenderly strokes Ennis’ hips, his back, his muscular arms.
Jack brings his legs down at last, and Ennis lowers himself onto his lover, his wet, spent penis nested in Jack’s damp pubic hair. They kiss themselves into a deep slumber.
There they lie, Ennis’ big secret now Jack’s, too. As it should be … lovers together, always together. Yet tomorrow must come, they both know it.
Jack sleeps with a peaceful look on his face, an obvious reflection of the love they have just rekindled. Ennis sleeps fitfully, his anguished face betraying troubled dreams about his pending loss. No doubt about it, two tomorrows are in the making … two very different tomorrows.
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