Jack put the knife and the half peeled potatoe aside and went over to Ennis.
„Hey, cowboy, you must be tired after a whole day with the sheep, come on, let me do this for you.“
He kneeled down in front of his friend, took the soap out of his hand and let it slip through his
palms until they were covered with thick, creamy foam.
Ennis swallowed hard, stared transfixed at Jack´s hands, his half erect member speaking volumes.
Jack leaned in to plant a soft innocent kiss on those seductively parted lips, trying to distract his love for a moment.
„Jack, ohhgoodlord that feels...aaahhh..“ moaned Ennis, surprised and exited by the sensation of Jack´s hands the creamy foam making them slide softly over his shaft and the sensitive tip of his instantly hard member.
Ennis grabbed hold of Jack´s shoulder with one hand, burying his nails in the flesh, kissed him hungrily  groaning into his mouth while he stroked firmly over Jack´s manhood that filled his jeans threatening to burst the seams.
The all day pent-up lust had made him all too  ready for this.
   Up on the high pasture  the memory of Jack´s mouth sucking him hard, the 
   thought of the    unmistakable moan he evoked when his  dick hit that sweet 
   spot of lust inside Jack had more than once threatened to overwhelm him 
   almost making him come without even touching himself; he had been 
   lying there  on the meadow, eyes closed, breathing hard, biting his lips trying 
   to somehow get a grip on himself for he did not want to waste his seed but 
   spare it all for Jack as the most precious gift he could offer to the person 
   that meant the world to him...
Now he felt a little ashamed that he was about to come after only a few determined strokes, but when he looked at Jack´s face he saw his own rapture reflected in his man´s half closed eyes filled with pure love and drunk with lust. The sight of those pink swollen lips wet with Ennis´ own saliva were more than he could stand.
„Let go, cowboy, let go, no need to hold back, ya won´t soil yer jeans this time...“ Jack whispered raucously. Once more he let his wet, slippery palm glide over Ennis´ tip, one more stroke to the base, and he felt Ennis´ cock  pumping when he came, his hips buckling, crying out loud, shooting his hot semen all over Jack´s lap.
Ennis leaned his forehead against his lover´s, both breathing fiercely, and after a glance at Jack´s jeans he mumbled shamefully: „I´ll wash them out for ya, sorry bud, couldn´t control myself...“
„Don´t worry, Ennis“, Jack answered with a broad grin, „perhaps you were too busy to notice, but I soiled them all by myself...!“