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Weighty Matters	By : rvanv Category: 1 through F > Brokeback Mountain Views: 1731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "Brokeback Mountain." Jack Twist and Ennis Del Mar belong to Annie Proulx. There is no commercial purpose whatsoever to this story, and I intend no copyright infringement.

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Jack hasn’t been out of his truck but ten minutes and he and Ennis are already wrestling their way out of their clothing… hats, jeans, boots, undershirts and shirts trailing across the grass… sweat flying… butts tensing, dicks flopping, balls swinging. The horses stomp restlessly in their trailer, and the campsite remains ignored, but first things first. It’s a glorious, sunny day, and for the two men together again after a winter-long separation there is not a minute to lose.
With their boyish, sporting introductions out of the way, the naked lovers stand there in a bear hug, reveling in each other’s scent amidst the muffled joy of their deep kisses. Each man thinks in his own way how goddamned much he has hungered for the other, how maybe living so far apart is not ideal but that the results of absence making the heart and everything else grow fonder aren’t so bad either.
Ennis pulls his lips away from Jack’s mouth, stands back to give him an appreciative once-over. He asks Jack to turn around, then stands behind his naked lover squeezing his buttocks.
Hmmm… gettin’ nice an’ juicy, ain’t he? “Jack… I’m thinkin’ your ass is gettin’ fatter ever’ time I see ya. That Lureen gal… she feeds ya awful good, don’t she? Bet your boy’s a little porker too, ain’t he?” Ennis means it as a joke, but he feels a twinge of guilt when he considers his own family’s meager diet. If only he’d get a proper job… yes, Alma has told him that again and again.
“What the fuck? Ya got a problem with my ass? An’ Bobby’s a growin’ boy, Ennis, needs ta eat, for chrissake, ain’t got nothin’ ta do with… with my ass, regardless a what ya think ‘bout it.” Damn… I only just got here… drove a whole goddamned day for this bullshit?
“I’m just sayin’…” Should a known he was goin’ ta get all worked up if I said somethin’. Fucker’s just like a woman sometimes.
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a guy puttin’ a little heft on, friend. Truth be told, Ennis, you’re such a walkin’ stick sometimes I think my dick’s goin’ ta pop right out the front when I’m fuckin’ your goddamned bony ass.” Damn, I ain’t hardly a whale or nothin’. Nothin’ wrong with eatin’ steak for supper, nothin’ wrong with eatin’ ice cream with Bobby, nothin’ wrong with havin’ a few beers in front a the tv after work. Son of a bitch is just jealous is what it is.
Ennis pulls Jack close, runs his hands lightly over his man’s hairy chest to perk up his nipples, presses his hardening cock into his warm crack. He hums in Jack’s ear, “Ummm… an’ don’t I love it when you’re humpin’ me like that, just ‘bout pokin’ right through me.” Ennis’s fledgling boner surges to full mast at the thought of his lover’s hard-on in his ass, the big tip running up and down against his prostate as Jack fucks him to that place no one else can take him. “An’ you’re damn right there ain’t nothin’ wrong with a little extra meat on a man. Gives me more ta rassle with… like bringin’ down a heifer in heat.” Nipple action’s gettin’ his dick growin’, gettin’ him where I’m thinkin’ I want him. Speakin’ a heat… somethin’ ‘bout it when he’s bein’ feisty gets me goin’. Shit… I ain’t barely got hard an’ I’m drippin’ already.
“You’re askin’ for it, motherfucker.” What’s he doin’, tellin’ me I’m gettin’ fat… callin’ me a goddamned heifer… then givin’ me a boner an’ pokin’ me in the butt with his cock? Ennis Del Mar… ain’t never goin’ ta figure this cocksucker out.
Ennis smiles to himself. Vain fucker, ain’t he? An’ ever’ right ta be… still so goddamned pretty with them blue eyes an’ that sweet, everlovin’ mouth. He whispers right in Jack’s ear, “Gives me more ta fuck, darlin’. You bet I’m askin’ for it.” The breathing gets heavier all around, and Jack leans back into his lover.
With one hand massaging Jack’s chest, his belly, fingers finally winding down into his pubic hair, Ennis puts his other hand back on Jack’s butt. Jack feels how his own excitement has made the other man as hard as a rock too, and his heartbeat quickens. Fuck… don’t matter what this man says ta me… what he does ta me… takes but five minutes before I’m all his. Son of a bitch… he’s goin’ ta do my ass… christ I need him ta do my ass!
Ennis pulls back a bit, and his fingers sidle over Jack’s pale skin to the crevice that hides his rosy treasure. Ennis strokes the crack gently, barely skims the curls like he’s petting a cat, giving Jack’s butt goosebumps. Eventually Ennis caresses his way through the moist hair within until he feels his man’s anus. Jack presses back onto the thick finger, decides he can forgive Ennis his trespasses. At least for now.
Ennis kisses Jack’s neck, barely stirring the fine, dark hair there, kisses his broad, freckled shoulders, then with his lips traces Jack’s tingling backbone. As Ennis’s mouth grazes his butt cheeks Jack sighs jokingly, “Ya sure ya want ta mess around with my big fat ass, dickhead?”
Ennis raises his face. “Jack, got ta tell ya… skinny guys like me? Well hell, we need all the fat we can get!” With that he nuzzles right into his lover’s crack, making exaggerated munching sounds as his mouth follows the curve.
Jack laughs. “All right, all right… I get your point!” Goddamn… he can do whatever he wants back there.
“Thought ya might.” Ennis spreads Jack’s cheeks wide and wolf-whistles. “Ummhmm, tell ya what, Jack, just this was worth meetin’ up for.” Ennis moves in, licks up and down and all around, darts his tongue at Jack’s moist, pink asshole. How many times I done this now an’ it tastes so damned good? Poor Jack… must a drove him crazy all that time he was eatin’ my ass an’ I wouldn’t do it ta him. Guess it’s okay, though, makin’ up for lost time like this. An’ then I’ll fuck his brains out… make goddamned sure the drive was worth it.
Indeed, not long after, Ennis slowly squeezes his cock into Jack’s tight passage. They go at it for a while, and the heat builds as Ennis moves faster and faster. He hits the point of no return, howling upon the final plunge into Jack’s anus. Ennis holds onto Jack for dear life as his groin slams into the other man’s ass, as his raging cock delivers his white-hot load of love deep inside him.
The two stand there panting, sweating, still locked in carnal embrace. Ennis’s dick slowly softens, and he pulls out. He steps in front of Jack, who trembles as Ennis kneels before him. The blond nuzzles his lover’s sweating scrotum, takes Jack’s bobbing, wet penis in his mouth, and grabbing Jack’s butt slides two fingers into his well-lubricated hole. Ennis uses his fingers to stroke Jack’s joy knob, picking up where his erect cock left off. Jack writhes around as he stands there, digging his toes into the grass as the sucking in front and the prodding in back become nearly unbearable.
He clamps down hard on Ennis’s fingers, and his orgasm is so intense it almost feels like the cum is surging through his cock in slow motion. He rolls around on Ennis’s fingers and whimpers, “Gun’s… oh god, Ennis… oh christ… gun’s… oh fuck… goin’ off!” and a load of hot, tasty sperm bolts from his cock deep into his kneeling lover’s throat. Jack thrusts frantically between Ennis’s wet lips until he can pump no more.
Eyes closed, Adam’s apple working, inhaling the strong, musky scent of manhood that defines Jack’s groin, Ennis gratefully swallows the other man’s thick, creamy offering. He detects one last bubbling of sweet, salty semen and tongues the distended piss hole. Good to the last drop, he thinks, just like in the coffee ad, although as far as he is concerned coffee is always good to the last drop, doesn’t matter what brand it is or how long it’s been percolating. Christ, he thinks, got ta quit watchin’ so goddamned much tv.
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