Salt 'n' Pepper | By : rvanv Category: 1 through F > Brokeback Mountain Views: 1482 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own "Brokeback Mountain." Jack, 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. |
Ennis sees it out of the corner of his eye, pulls his tongue away from the pink head of Jack’s erect cock, which he has been licking as Jack lies there on the bedroll. “Goddamn, Jack,” he says, with mischief in his eye. “I’m thinkin’ one a them short hairs a yours is turned gray!” He knows Jack possesses a vanity well deserved by someone who has always been so darkly beautiful.
“Is not!” Jack exclaims in surprise. No way, he thinks. Lureen sure would a said somethin’ ‘bout it. Then he remembers that she hasn’t had those Revlon red lips down there for a good couple of years.
“Shit, Ennis, I ain’t but thirty-seven years old. No one gets gray hairs till… till… well, hell, till they’re maybe sixty or somethin’ like that.” And what the fuck, Ennis, get that goddamn mouth back ta work… my dick’s gettin’ cold!
“Want ta see?” Ennis teases. He is amazed that he has noticed one hair among the thousands on a body that has gotten a lot hairier than when he first met Jack, but he is pleased that his powers of observation are still so keen. Despite his familiarity with every inch of Jack’s body, every moment seems fresh to Ennis, like he is rediscovering his lover.
“Ah, fuck all, Ennis… whatever’s goin’ ta keep ya happy.” Motherfucker sure knows how ta make the most of a good time, don’t he? Some things don’t never change.
“Ow!” Jack yelps as Ennis plucks the offending hair from his groin. Ennis holds it before Jack’s face so he can appraise the hair’s silvery color.
“Well fuck me,” Jack groans as he rolls his eyes. Christ… all that hair I got down there an’ he finds the one.
“Bet that ain’t the only one, neither,” Ennis decides. He makes like he’s going in for another inspection.
“Oh no, don’t ya get no ideas ‘bout rippin’ any more a them hairs out! Last thing I need is a bald dick!” Jack protests.
“I’m thinkin’ maybe I should check your ass… or take a look at them balls a yours maybe?” Ennis eyes Jack’s hairy scrotum. He sure wouldn’t mind tending to his man’s balls, truth be told. He loves tickling Jack there, making him squirm by lightly brushing his fingers or lips over the little hairs, making them stand on end. For a second he wonders what Jack will look like some day when every last hair on his body is gray.
“Ya just quit yappin’ an’ get that jaw back ta doin’ what it knows best, okay?” Jack orders him.
“Not sure I rightly know what that is anymore, Jack.” Ennis is as horny as Jack is, but he’s enjoying his moment of fun and turns it into an opportunity to talk dirty. “Are ya talkin’ ‘bout my kissin’ real deep? Or when I’m lickin’ your nipples an’ makin’ ‘em hard an’ givin’ ya one hell of a boner too? That one time I was suckin’ on your toes? Surprised the hell out a ya then, didn’t I? Or when I’m all over your ass there, lickin’ up an’ down your crack… fuckin’ your hot little hole with my tongue? Ummm… in an’ out… my tongue in your butt. Suckin’ on your big, hairy balls till your bag shrivels right up… that what you’re talkin’ ‘bout?”
Ennis’s inventory of sexual possibilities has raised the heat index in the tent considerably. As he leans over to kiss Jack, Ennis’s dick wags and drips precum onto his lover.
Jack begins to stroke his own chest, thrusts his groin up and flexes his erection. Of course Ennis knows what Jack is in the mood for, and in no time he has his lips back on the head of his lover’s penis. He laps up the sticky, shiny drops that bubble now from Jack’s piss hole.
Ennis opens wide and deepthroats Jack’s cock, delighting in the rich, musky scent and flavor of his man. Ennis closes his eyes, and as the flared head swells, slipping to the back of his throat, his tongue senses Jack’s rapid heartbeat in the throbbing of his penis.
As he licks the entire length of the shaft down to the base, Ennis gets a loose pubic hair in his mouth. He stops to pull it off his tongue, but he doesn’t look to see what color it is, because it just doesn’t matter. He’ll keep on loving Jack if the man’s hair turns green, purple, orange or just falls out altogether.
Jack really doesn’t worry about his gray hair, either. Shit, one or maybe a hundred of ’em, who gives a goddamn, because this feels so fuckin’ good. Not just this, but anything… anything he does with Ennis makes him feel good, even after all these years. His time with Ennis after all is the only time Jack can truly be himself.
He raises his butt off the ground, pumps up slowly into Ennis’s mouth. He feels the delicate caress of Ennis’s lips on his shaft as it slides in, feels the pleasure as the spongy head of his cock rides onto the other man’s warm, wet tongue, feels his erection dripping into that eager throat. Jack’s organ swells as Ennis’s lips close tightly.
Jack watches Ennis’s head moving up and down, smiles and runs his fingers lovingly through his sandy hair. As Ennis sucks harder, Jack runs his hands down over his neck and begins to massage his lover’s broad, naked shoulders. Ennis… Ennis, he thinks, how many times we done this, an’ ever’ time ya make it so goddamned special. He wonders how much of his jizz Ennis has drunk over the years, and the thought of himself having pumped so much between his man’s sweet lips brings him to the edge. If anyone is going to see his pubic hair, the hair on his chest, the hair on his balls turn gray, he wants it to be this man, Ennis Del Mar.
Ennis sucks… up and down… up and down… and Jack arches up, pushes into his mouth in rhythm. Jack works his strong fingers deeper and deeper into Ennis’s shoulders as he thrusts harder. Here goes again, Ennis, he thinks, and he shudders as his hips buck uncontrollably, as his hot ejaculations begin.
What they both know… what both Jack and Ennis know is that regardless of how many gray hairs they may someday share, their mouths will always be willing, their asses eager, their hands strong and agile, their jizz sweet and hot.
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