Jack Fing Twist by Littlewing 1957
“Jack fing Twist, got it all figured out,” Ennis mumbled absently as he chased plastic utensils downstream. Jack Twist threw up both his hands in frustration and headed inside the tent. Ennis watched, almost amused, as Jack trudged angrily along. Ennis had never seen Jack quite so exasperated. He was mildly frightened at the though of Jack being pissed off, but he was also mighty aroused!
Ennis retrieved the plates and a pitcher and continued to tidy up the campsite. Still not a peep from Jack! It was getting dark, cooling off considerably and Ennis built a fire. Dinner was out of the way and it was time to check on Jack. It was time for love.
Ennis pulled back the tent flap a ways and peeked in at Jack. He was laying in the bedroll, his back facing the tent opening. Ennis undressed in silence and when naked, squeezed inside, snuggled close. Jack stiffened but did not move away. “You still mad at me?” Ennis whispered against the nape of Jack’s neck. He reached over and placed a tentative hand on Jack’s behind. Jack was still wearing his jeans! Ennis chuckled as he caressed the denim. “Yeah, you’re still mad at me!” Jack didn’t move or utter a sound. Ah, here we go! Ennis thought as he massaged Jack’s shoulders. If I’m gonna get my lovin tonight I gotta act all sincere. “I’m sorry, Jack,” Ennis began. “C’mon Bud, get undressed. Need ya!” No response from Jack Twist! “Please baby?” Ennis pleaded. Jack trembled. The only person who had ever called him Baby was probably cooking dinner for his pa right now up at Lightning Flat. And hearing it from Ennis Del Mar? It was almost too much! Jack turned to his love and searched for his lips in the dark..