Adult-FanFiction.org : Movies

Sloppy Jack	By : rvanv Category: 1 through F > Brokeback Mountain Views: 2422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "Brokeback Mountain." Jack Twist, Ennis Del Mar and the “Brokeback Mountain” storyline belong to Annie Proulx. I intend no copyright infringement, and there is no commercial purpose whatsoever to this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Sloppy Jack
- 1
As Ennis finishes setting up the tent, he looks over to see that Jack has gotten a decent campfire going. Jack is facing away from him. It is a warm evening, and Jack wears just jeans and a white t-shirt. Ennis admires the way that clothing suits Jack… the muscles of his broad shoulders and solid back rippling beneath the tight white cotton, his big arms bulging at the sleeves… the denim hugging his massive thighs and the tempting curves of his butt.
Jack stands there not moving, eyes closed as he breathes in the fragrant forest air. He waits for Ennis to finish the tent so they can relax, eat supper, drink some whiskey, get to know one another again in that special way that only men can do with one another… that only they can do with one another.
The tall ranch hand quietly watches his lover, this man who has once again come to insinuate himself into Ennis’s every waking moment. It was barely a year ago that Jack showed up at his door after a painful four-year separation to pick up where they had left off on Brokeback Mountain that one magnificent summer. Even though Ennis cannot bring himself to leave his family and run off to set up a ranch with Jack, he does think about the man night and day. Ennis lives for these “fishing trips” that he and Jack have begun to take every few months, and his increasingly rapid breathing reveals his lust. He steps back into the tent, removes his boots, unbuttons his shirt, unbuckles his belt and reaches for his zipper. Supper be damned, he thinks.
*
When they had last parted, Ennis and Jack had agreed not to jizz for at least a week before their next visit. Each man had to forgo his conjugal duties—not a difficult proposition for either these days—but was required to masturbate at least once a day, also not a difficult proposition. The only requirement was that he stroke himself almost to ejaculation but not quite. As soon as Jack or Ennis felt the slow burn of cum at the base of his cock, his love juice surging, he would have to press his finger just so on his rigid shaft to quell the urge to shoot. They figured it would be good discipline and a surefire way to ensure that their hormone-driven needs would be raging by the time they saw each other… that their balls would be swollen with desire and aching for release.
*
Ennis sneaks up on Jack, just like that time when he had come upon his lover sleeping like a horse and had hummed a little tune in his ear. Jack is doing the same thing, standing there half-asleep by the fire. This time, however, Ennis is nude from head to toe when he stands behind him. He pulls up right behind Jack, presses his groin against the other man’s tight ass. Damn he fills those jeans nice, Ennis thinks. Jack sighs appreciatively but does not open his eyes. Ennis reaches around and lets his big, rough hands wander up under Jack’s t-shirt. He gently caresses the swirls of fine, dark hair on his man’s stomach and chest, lets his fingers skip lightly across his nipples until they harden to little rosy points.
That always makes the blood rush to Jack’s penis, and Ennis is not disappointed when he lowers his hands to check out the results. He finds a throbbing erection wedged at a downward angle in Jack’s tight jeans. Damn, this guy could have a boner twenty-four hours a day an’ he wouldn’t think twice ‘bout it, Ennis thinks fondly, forgetting that he himself wakes up every morning with an impressively hard cock that suggests some mighty fine dreams. He slides his hands down into Jack’s pants below the belt line, which pulls the fabric ever tighter into Jack’s ass crack, since as usual he is not wearing underwear.
Ennis breathes into his lover’s neck, kisses it, licks the salt from it. He can’t stop rubbing against Jack, the denim roughly stroking his needy, naked balls and the underside of his own stiff prick. He can feel the heat from Jack’s ass, the sweat from his crack right through the fabric. He burrows his fingers into Jack’s pubic hair, feels the other man’s heartbeat in his erection, feels his cock straining for release, hears him groan.
But for now Ennis just toys with the other man’s moist cock head, his strong fist slipping back and forth over Jack’s spongy tip, his thumb teasing the sensitive piss slit. Ennis knows what Jack is feeling, because he feels it in his own groin… the churning in his balls, the surging of his shaft, the swelling of his cock head. His own piss hole itches for that wondrous point of no return.
He pulls himself up and down behind Jack, thrusting the sensitive head of his dick into the rasping cloth, then sliding up so his big, full balls smash between those hot, firm butt cheeks. In front the denim gives just enough so Ennis can wrap his hand around Jack’s sweaty rod and work it at full throttle. Jack trembles, delighted to have his simple reverie transformed into an impromptu moment of man love.
Ennis shifts Jack’s erection from eight o’clock to midnight so it points straight up. Jack presses back as hard as he can into Ennis, feels the rock hardness of his lover’s naked cock as it rides up and down his ass crack. Jack pants, moans, groans as Ennis’s strong hand masturbates him and he grinds into Ennis’s groin.
“Oh fuck… gun’s… goin’… off!” Jack manages to gasp as his scrotum tightens and his semen swirls at the base of his cock. Holding his stomach in, he grunts and shoots an arc of cum right up over the top of his jeans. He comes again and again in his pants, slathering his dick, Ennis’s hand and his own crotch with his musky man cream.
Ennis clutches at Jack’s slippery cock and pubic hair, the intoxicating scent of fresh semen in the air, and rubs his organ into an absolute frenzy against Jack’s clothing. As Jack’s ass clenches during his own orgasm, Ennis slams his groin one last time into his lover. He cries out as his balls tense, his penis jolts and he sprays the seat of Jack’s jeans with all that sperm he’s been saving up.
Once Ennis catches his breath, he pulls himself tight to Jack, sloppy cock, balls and pubic hair nestled against the dripping denim, and whispers in his ear, “Jack, ya been a bad boy, ain’t ya, messin’ in your pants ‘n all? Reckon we’re goin’ ta have ta take someone’s clothes off an’ wash ‘em, huh?”
“Don’t know what ta say, Ennis. Just couldn’t make it ta the bathroom in time! Besides, ain’t nothin’ wrong with wearin’ pants that got a little jizz on ‘em,” Jack says goodnaturedly, even though he delights in the idea of having his pants removed by this man.
Ennis reconsiders. “Hmmm… maybe ya got a point there.” With one hand still on Jack’s cock, Ennis crouches down behind him, puts his nose to the seat of the soiled jeans and inhales the manly smells of Jack’s musky, sweaty ass and his own semen.
“Maybe we oughtn’t ta wash these after all,” Ennis says, looking up at his lover and winking. He pulls his cum-drenched hand out of Jack’s jeans and deliberately licks his fingers one at a time. “Ummm. Like that guy with the white beard says on tv, ‘finger-lickin’ good!’” As the taste of Jack’s sperm settles on his tongue, another round of precum bubbles out of Ennis’s piss slit.
He moves to face Jack, kneels before him, unzips his soiled jeans and pulls them down to his knees. He looks closely at Jack’s dripping, cum-covered penis. “Hmmm. That’s one dirty dick. Can’t have that sort a thing goin’ on around here!”
He moves his face closer, inhales the strong scent of Jack’s manhood… the jizz on his cock, the sweat on his balls and in his pubic hair… and takes the other man’s half-erect penis in his mouth. Jack gasps as his lover begins sucking the organ, the warm caresses of his especially sensitive tip and piss hole driving him nearly wild. Ennis lets his tongue take a tour around Jack’s balls too, lapping at the sticky, hairy scrotum like a dog.
Jack thrusts his raw cock into Ennis’s mouth and grabs blindly at his hair. “Oh jesus fuck… jesus christ, Ennis!”
Ennis sucks hard on Jack’s penis… makes a vacuum with his lips around the swollen, spongy head… lets the pulsing shaft ride his tongue deep into his throat… thrusts his lower lip against the big, pink balls… buries his nose in the deep, dark thatch of pubic hair.
Jack rocks his hips, feels the semen surge. He can’t believe he is going to come again. He rams his dick into his lover’s mouth and sees stars as he explodes.
As Ennis sucks Jack’s penis his own balls pull right up to his shaft, almost disappearing like little eggs in his big blond bush, and he too feels another round of man juice roiling in his groin. He grasps Jack’s thrusting hips, feels the first shot of the other man’s hot cum hit the back of his throat, and Ennis’s cock twitches, ejaculating a huge, creamy load right onto the leg of Jack’s jeans.
His mouth still warm with Jack’s seed, Ennis stands up to share his lover’s gift. He pulls his man tight and presses his open mouth against Jack’s. Ennis releases Jack’s cum onto his searching tongue, and the other man gratefully swallows his own sperm as only Ennis can deliver it.
Their kissing gets deeper and deeper… and it sure does seem like Jack’s clothes need to be washed after all. Maybe they’ll get around to supper… and maybe they won’t.
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Sloppy Jack