He Held Me! by littlewing
Ennis didn’t mind being alone when he had such fond memories of Jack Twist to sustain him. He was awake, in bed, when he had an urge to touch himself, down there. In his mind and his heart he remembered Jack, and how Jack liked to hold him. Jack held him even when they didn’t necessarily feel like having sex. Jack loved Ennis’ sacks of sugar, often palming them, gently rubbing, feeling them relax and expand in his large hands.
Ennis remembered sitting by the fire, or on the couch, side by side, as Jack held him. He often became very forward – freeing Ennis from his jeans, palming his sacks, holding them like they were balls of gold. Ennis didn’t mind this one bit! Didn’t mind that the very act of holding him, caressing him, was becoming Jack’s favorite past-time.
And suddenly Ennis saw the image of Jack bending down, taking one ball into his mouth, releasing it and gulping the other. Ennis could see Jack gently mouthed the small treasures, tasting, licking, moaning until the vibrations almost forced Ennis to lose his senses. Ennis couldn’t wait to be with Jack again. Couldn’t wait to be held.
NC-17
Fourteen Years Uncensored by Susie
I originally posted this story on it's own thread, but it made me feel a little vulnerable as it's so personal to me .... and it's pretty graphic! So I'm posting it here on our lovely J+E thread where I feel safe...... Please don't read on if you're easily shocked! Sorry toycoon ... I've gone ever so slightly over the three sentence rule!
"What'ya doing there Jack?" Ennis was watching Jack counting on his fingers.
"Just workin' out how long we've been comin' up here".
Damn! Had it really been fourteen years? Jack counted them again. Yep! Fourteen years of driving from Texas to Wyoming and back, couple a' times a year, fourteen hours each way. It never bothered Jack though; he was one of those birds that fly south for the winter, instinctively finding his way home. This was home for Jack, lying next to a flickering campfire, lake iced over with the cold, moonlight bouncing off the surface, turning it into a bed of quartz crystal, strong arms encircling his body, rough calloused hand tucked into his shirt, idly curling the hairs on his chest.
The cold didn't bother Jack, peace and contentment flowing though him, warming his entire body. Ennis's touch always lit a fire deep down inside him, but tonight it was wrapping him up in a big old blanket. He closed his eyes, sighing gently and drifted off to sleep.
No need for Ennis to be counting, each and every one of the fourteen years carved deep grooves in his heart, Jack his salvation, their times together his only comfort in this miserable life. Jack the dreamer, forever hopeful, always searching for ways to be together. Lately he seemed more distant, slowly slipping out of his grip. But what did he think was gonna happen? Could he picture Alma and the girls welcoming him with open arms? Or the guys down at the bar patting them both on the back? Dream on Jack, it was never gonna be that way.
Ennis could feel Jack's body easing into his own, his breathing slowing down to a gentle steady rhythm. He removed his hand from inside Jack's shirt and wrapped his arms round his body. Fear was starting to build up inside him, a panic setting in at the thought of Jack giving up on him and moving on. He lay, clinging to his only hope of happiness.
Jack slowly began to stir, the moon now obscured behind clouds, sky pitch black but for the occasional star fighting it's way through, the air getting colder with the fire burning down to a faint crackle. He could feel Ennis pressed up against him, arms wrapped tightly round his body, trembling. He knew it wasn't because of the cold, he could always sense Ennis's suffering, didn't always understand it, but felt it cutting through him like a knife. He moved round to face Ennis, hands cradling his chin, thumb stroking his cheek.
“Ennis, what is it?”
“It’s just …….. nothin’.” Ennis stared at the ground, avoiding Jack’s gaze.
“Jesus Ennis, you learned nothing these past years? Hell you know you can tell me anythin’ friend”.
Ennis was struggling to find the right words, his feet shuffling round in the dirt, head fixed down. Jack pulled his chin up, making Ennis look him in the eye, “Ennis talk to me”.
“You’re not… well… leaving me are you Jack?” The words forced their way out of his mouth, tears pricking his eyes, one escaping down his cheek. Jack brushed it away with his thumb, insides torn open, aching at the sight of this beautiful broken man in front of him.
“Sh it Ennis, and just where do you s’pose I’m gonna go?” Ennis’s question had thrown him, caught him off guard, his words were coming out a little harsh.
His voice softened, looking at Ennis intently, “Don’t you know, Ennis Del Mar? Everythin’ I want is right here in front of me, I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” Ennis smiled, still trembling, managed a feeble laugh and muttered “Dumbass”.
Jack smiled back, “C’mere Ennis” and kissed him real soft, pouring all his love out into that kiss, reassuring Ennis in a way that he couldn’t do with words. His tongue worked its way slowly into Ennis’s mouth; the low moan from Ennis was comfort enough for now. He felt Ennis stiffening against him, breath becoming a little heavier, zipper straining. He gently moved his hand down Ennis’s body, massaging his groin with the flat of his hand, watching Ennis’s face, fear gradually dissolving from it, giving way to desire.
He removed Ennis’s jeans slowly and deliberately, then stood up and stepped out of his own. Both men were shaking, dicks hard and throbbing, almost painful. He lay back down on top of Ennis, kissing him more urgently, searching out his tongue, wrapping it round his own. Ennis reached up, took hold of Jack’s shoulder and began to move him round.
Jack resisted, looking him straight in the eye and spoke in a quiet but firm voice, “No Ennis. I wanna be inside you, fu ckin’ you. Want you to know how good you make me feel, why I don’t never wanna be nowhere but here.” Ennis flushed red, insides knotting up. He’d thought about this for a while, sometimes the only thing on his mind, but he never knew how to ask. Now it was about to happen, his head was starting to spin, fire shooting up through his groin.
“You just lay there, I’m gonna take good care of you.” Jack smiled lovingly, lifting Ennis’s legs onto his shoulders, tracing a line down the insides with his fingers, from his knee to his groin, following in their path with his lips.
He circled his tongue round Ennis’s balls, and ran a wet line up the length of his dick, taking it all into his mouth, moving up and down, sucking gently. Ennis gasped, grabbing hold of the rug he was lying on. Jack pushed Ennis’s hips up higher and moved his mouth towards Ennis’s ass, searching with his tongue, finding the spot and pushing it in and back out again, savouring the unique taste of Ennis’s flesh, so much stronger here. Ennis moaned deep, his legs going limp, giving in to this unfamiliar but exquisite feeling
Jack, ready to burst, grappled with the zipper on the rucksack, fishing about for the lotion and applying it hurriedly, smoothing a little round Ennis’s flesh. He kneeled in front of Ennis, keeping his hands on Ennis’s ass, holding him open. He pushed his dick, already dripping, in very gently, afraid of hurting him, barely able to stop himself from grinding in all the way. Ennis groaned loud, his own dick twitching, fluid leaking out from the tip. “That hurt?” he whispered, but Ennis was lost, didn’t hear a word Jack was saying, unable to speak or think clearly.
Jack started moving back and forth, real slow at first, gradually building up the pace and pushing in a little deeper each time. Eventually, he was thrusting in all the way, slow and steady, fu cking Ennis in smooth strokes, as new and as overwhelming a sensation for both men.
He shifted his weight, searching for that sweet spot, knowing he’d found it when Ennis suddenly gasped, his body jerking “Jack…. Sh it Jack”. Jack lost control, hands supporting him on the ground, Ennis’s legs over his shoulders, fu cking him hard and fast. Ennis shuddered, cried out, shooting out hot cum over Jack’s chest and onto his belly. One more thrust and Jack was moaning and shaking uncontrollably, coming in delicious waves, filling Ennis with his spunk.
Jack stayed motionless for a moment, heart pounding, body shaking, and sweat pouring down his back. Ennis was in no better state, gasping for air, quivering. Both slowly coming round, getting the feeling back in their bodies.
Jack slid down next to Ennis, lying with his arm round Ennis’s chest, “Ain’t no one ever made me feel this way. Know that if you don’t never know anythin’ else.” He whispered, still out of breath. Ennis smiled, eyes full of love, words caught up in his throat, instead pulling him down into a soft tender kiss.
“Sh it, I’m freezin’ my ass off here!” Jack chuckled suddenly, “Let’s get on into the tent!” They both laughed, jumped up, unsteady on their feet and headed for the warmth and comfort of the sleeping roll.
It wasn’t long before Jack was drifting off into dreamless slumber. Ennis however was more wide awake than ever, sleep evading him, mind working overtime, doing everything to suppress the nagging ache deep inside, edging its way towards the surface. This was their last night together and tomorrow he would be saying goodbye again, tearing himself away from this haven and heading back to misery.
He wouldn't be here 'til November, wasn't fair to Alma and the girls, had to keep up his child support payments and he couldn't get the time off work. Then again, it wasn't fair to Jack neither; they spent so little enough time together as it was. Ennis's heart was splitting unbearably in two, who was it gonna be, Jack or the girls?
"Jack, I gotta tell you somethin' bud." Jack shifted his weight, muttering, “whuhsat?” "Never mind, can wait 'til tomorrow." he couldn't bear to see the disappointment on Jack's face yet, not now, not after they’d just made love. Ennis wrapped his arms protectively round him, kissed his cheek softly and closed his eyes.
