Comfort by Littlewing1957
3 months since the last fishing trip and Jack Twist is in hell. He is all alone in his big, fancy house, but the trappings of prosperity can’t comfort him. He misses his lover. His bed is empty, as Lureen and Bobby are visiting her parents for the weekend. Jack didn’t want to go. It is just as well as he wasn’t invited.
Jack is grateful that he has an unlimited reserve of memories to sustain him in times like these. He pictured a prone Ennis Del Mar lying on a bed - most likely the king sized number in Don Wroe’s cabin – naked, his manhood pointing toward the ceiling. His mouth always watered at the sight of Ennis’ cock shooting straight up, waiting to be devoured. His eyes watered now at the memory.
In his mind Jack tongued his lover, marveled at the sweet taste of him. His body reacted rather strangely, though! Jack noticed that he was sucking his tongue! He was rather ashamed, as he thought he stopped sucking his tongue in the 4th grade. He remembered using that part of his body to comfort himself whenever he wanted physical contact and there was none. Jack made peace with it. A tongue is no substitute for Ennis’ cock, but in a few months he would have the real thing. Jack turned over in his bed and fell asleep.