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Gold Rush	By : rvanv Category: 1 through F > Brokeback Mountain Views: 1180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "Brokeback Mountain." Jack and Ennis and the “Brokeback Mountain” storyline belong to Annie Proulx. I intend no copyright infringement, and there is no commercial purpose whatsoever to this story.

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- 1-Gold Rush
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Jack and Ennis are into their third six-pack. They sit against a log relaxing on this summer night, watching the campfire, listening to it pop and sizzle. They have been chatting about their families, especially the kids, who are still quite young. Jack’s son and Ennis’s younger daughter are still toddlers.
Jack keeps his eye on the flames. “Ya know, Ennis, Bobby peed right in my goddamned face that one time I tried ta change his diaper.”
Ennis laughs. “Ya don’t say! Why the hell would he do that?”
“Don’t know, think it’s just cause he’s a baby boy, hardly ain’t got a dick an’ what he does have kind a sticks straight up. Made me want ta stick the little fucker with one a them pins. Pissin’ on his daddy like that! Ain’t got no respect, them kids today, I tell ya.” Jack shakes his head like what’s the world coming to?
“Guess that tells ya somethin’, Jack. My little angels ain’t never peed on me, ain’t never even tried it! Course I got the good sense not ta try an’ do their mama’s work.”
“Son of a bitch, Ennis, girls can’t piss in the air like that even if they wanted ta. Least I don’t think they can, not that I never seen. Bet your little… angels, ya call ‘em?… bet they’d wash their daddy’s goodlookin’ face if they could.”
“Shit, Jack, that’s a hell of a thing ta say,” Ennis says, reaching for another beer. He is surprised, isn’t quite sure what to make of a comment like that.
“Didn’t mean no harm by it, friend.” Jack pauses to hold the bottle to his lips for a long swallow. Don’t know if he’s ready for this, but what the fuck. “Tell ya what though.” Jack bites his lip thoughtfully, turns to face the other man and blushes, but it’s not so obvious in the heat of the campfire. “It was nice an’ warm an’… an’ wasn’t nothin’ wrong with the way it tasted, kind a salty sure, but even so.”
Ennis is dumbfounded, almost drops the bottle as he opens it. “Uh… you was… drinkin’ it? Bobby’s pee?”
“Not like that, Ennis. Was just that I was concentratin’… never changed a diaper before… them pins, ya know, not wantin’ ta hurt the little fella… an’ there my mouth was, open in the right place at the wrong time, guess ya could say.”
“Hmmm, now wouldn’t that be a first?” Ennis jokes. “But… um… well, how come we’re talkin’ ‘bout this… talkin’ ‘bout changin’ diapers an’ baby piss?”
Okay, worst that can happen is he can say no… an’ then hopefully forget ’bout it. “Hell, Ennis, I wouldn’t mind… uh… wouldn’t mind… just once maybe, ya know… christ, Ennis, if ya wasn’t such a goddamned stud it wouldn’t of even come ta mind.”
Ennis stares at this man who seems never to be at a loss for words. What? He’s sayin’… he wants ta…? My… piss? Well fuck me. Ennis is surprised as can be by Jack’s new interest, and he’s not sure he likes the idea. Even so, something about the notion… something just about Jack saying he finds him sexy… rouses his penis. “Um… what, Jack, ya don’t like my jizz no more? Don’t it… don’t it taste good no more?”
“Hell no, ya keep on feedin’ me that jizz. Ya know I’ll drink it by the gallon like a champ, can’t never get enough. It’s just that… well… ain’t nothin’ wrong with tryin’ new things ever now an’ then, is there? Don’t need ta keep doin’ it if it don’t work out. An’ I sure don’t mean for ya ta… ya know… I ain’t expectin’ ta be pissin’ in your mouth. It’s just me, wouldn’t mind guzzlin’ from the pump once is all.”
Son of a bitch, he means it. “Seems ta me ya guzzle just fine, Jack, least from where I see it when ya got your sweet lips on my dick.”
“I’m just talkin’ ’bout somethin’ different is all. What do ya say?”
“Jesus, ain’t it dangerous or somethin’? Like… ain’t it kind a poisonous?”
“Oh for chrissakes, Ennis, ain’t like you’re whippin’ a goddamned rattler out a your pants goin’ ta bite me. Lord knows how many trees ya watered in your life, friend, an’ ya ain’t never killed even one of ’em, I’m guessin’. Probably ain’t goin’ ta kill me neither.”
Ennis rubs his forehead. “Well shit, Jack… I don’t know.” Ah, he ain’t thought a this. “Look, say ya got your mouth on my dick like that… well, ya know I ain’t like you, can’t piss when I got a hard-on.”
“Hmmm. Don’t think I’d do it the same as when I’m suckin’ the jizz out a ya, Ennis. Like with Bobby… tell ya what, my mouth wasn’t nowhere near his dick, ya can be sure a that.”
The beer works its magic, and without thinking Ennis gets up to wander off to the nearest tree to relieve himself.
“Hey wait!” Jack says. “Um… how ‘bout it?”
”Jack fuckin’ Twist, ya just can’t never get enough, can ya?” Ennis staggers away from the camp with Jack following, unzips and hauls out his cock. “Okay, now what? Remember ya got a guy here needs ta piss real bad, ain’t polite ta keep him waitin’.” Despite his annoyance, Ennis tries to find some humor in the situation.
As the piss begins to dribble from Ennis’s dick, ready to flow, Jack kneels there and tells him, “Aim it this way, right ta my mouth.” Ennis willingly lets loose in his lover’s direction, and Jack imbibes the golden stream. He is mesmerized by the hot, diaphanous liquid flowing from his man’s penis, and it warms him inside. His lover’s urine tastes of whiskey and beer and salt… and the rich earthiness that is Ennis, and Jack is not disappointed. He doesn’t let a drop get away.
Hell, pissin’ feels so good, Ennis thinks. Sometimes in fact the feeling is similar to having an orgasm. Suppose there ain’t nothin’ wrong with sharin’ some of it with Jack if that’s what he wants. The salty droplets drumming on Jack’s beautiful, wet lips captivate Ennis, who watches his lover’s face intently. To Ennis it’s like when he takes a piss in the shower, and a stream of water catches his golden rain… and he just stops to admire the shimmering magic of the two streams flowing together. For a moment here he is flowing into Jack, right into him.
His bladder finally empty, Ennis shakes his dick, reaches for his zipper. “Wait,” Jack says, moving to kneel closer to the other man. Jack unbuttons Ennis’s snug jeans and tugs them down past his ass, takes his lover’s flaccid penis and pushes the dribbling foreskin back. He places his salty lips on Ennis’s cock head and tongues the freshly drained piss hole. Within seconds the ranch hand’s prick begins to straighten out.
Ennis says huskily, “Thought there might be an upside ta this.”
“So ta speak,” Jack says as Ennis’s erection rises proudly from his bush of blond pubic hair.
“Ya got some strange ideas, Jack Twist, but somehow ya always come through,” Ennis sighs.
Jack’s expert mouth works over his man’s genitals… licking his stiff rod from fore to aft, kissing and sucking on his balls while jerking him off, his strong, manly fist running up and down Ennis’s thick, throbbing cock. Jack nuzzles a testicle and works his other hand into Ennis’s ass crack, fingers finding their way to his lover’s anus.
Ennis squirms as Jack prods him where he’s tightest, as Jack presses into the wet warmth seeking entry to his man’s most private place. Ennis relaxes his hole, and Jack gently slides his finger into his rectum. He probes around a bit until he finds Ennis’s prostate, firm to the touch and ready for action. The blond’s asshole hugs Jack’s finger, and he groans as his partner rubs his magic gland.
Jack returns his oral attentions to the tender, hairy skin of Ennis’s scrotum, then as he sucks harder on his balls inserts a second finger into his ass, fingerfucks the moaning man steadily, deeply until Ennis’s joy spot gets all hard. With his finger holding firm against the spasms of Ennis’s prostate as he ejaculates, Jack points his partner’s erection straight up. He feels the cum surging up the shaft as Ennis erupts, bathing Jack’s hand, Ennis’s own cock and pubic hair with a generous load of hot semen. Jack moves his mouth from Ennis’s heaving balls to his hard dick so he can catch the last creamy sperm bubbling from the slit in the swollen, purple cock head.
As a final oral pleasure Jack cleans Ennis’s groin. He tongues the cum from his shaft, gives his balls another thorough licking for good measure, then like one animal grooming another darts at the dollops of semen in the golden curls framing Ennis’s dick.
Finally, his lips moistened with Ennis’s fresh sperm and a trace of salt from his piss, Jack stands up, pulls him close and kisses him. Jack is excited to share the taste of his very first gold rush, and he hopes it will not be his last. Ennis reciprocates, happy to see that he hasn’t poisoned Jack, happy to have pleased him during yet another wild adventure… relieved in more ways than one.
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