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[Dagi]

twenty-one by coffee-cat

They were twenty-one when they agreed on a sweet life together.

They were forty-two when they celebrated twenty-one years together.

They were sixty-three when they celebrated forty-two years together.




Simple Dreams by Toycoon

"Alright now, just one ... more... , " he said swinging the hammer down on the final nail of the rustic sign, "looks purty good, huh, whatta ya think?" Ennis climbed down the wooden ladder, stepped backwards to join Jack, put his arm around him and together they inspected their hard work.

Jack pushed back the brim of his cowboy hat with his index finger, squinted as he faced the sun and read the engraving on the wide sign aloud: Brokeback Ranch, E Bar J. The archway framed the modest farm and all it's trappings perfectly: a small herd of cattle, their calves and a half acre of land. Ennis squeezed his partner's bicep and Jack, burying his head in the crook of Ennis' shoulder, began to sob softly; he had no words to describe his pride in finally achieving his lifelong dream.

"Finally," remarked John Twist sarcastically, "I thought you'd never git that damn yard cleared up. Maybe if you'd got that Ennis Del Mar ta help like ya said he would, ya could'a got it done quicker." Jack glanced around at the piles of dried brush, dirt and jagged rocks with incredulity; how could his simple dream really have been too much to ask for.



Simple Dreams: Part 2  BBM-Cat

Jack shook off the sting of his father’s words, that old intrusive memory, and the despair that had owned him for so long. Ever accused by his old man of having so many dreams that never came to pass, Jack felt a sense of triumph in achieving what his father never thought he could, and he was glad that he would not be around to disparage it.

“Where’d ya go, Bud?” Ennis looked searchingly at Jack whose momentary shudder had released their embrace; and, with a pause and silent understanding, Ennis pulled his cowboy close, gently guiding Jack’s head back to the crook of his shoulder, caressing his hair, and feeling his body relax as well as his now more urgent and uncontrolled sobs. “Shhh,..…s’alright….Jack,.....'”, Ennis whispered, "....s’alright.....lil' darlin'....", his term of endearment barely audible, he swallowed hard trying to restrain his own emotions as thoughts of the silent, lifetime commitment he had made to Jack in his heart, surged. Jack all the while, cradled by Ennis, was overwhelmed with the realization that those comforting, strong arms were really real; and, that his vision for a sweet life together was really happening, right now.

They stood like that for awhile, admiring the modest farm beneath the archway, and all of their labors, before Ennis softly interjected, “ya better stop all that sobbin’, Jack – ‘nless ya wanna run the livestock off ag’in!”. Jack, red-eyed, laughed through his tears, and playfully nudged Ennis, before their mouths came together for a long, passionate kiss, the first of many at Brokeback Ranch, E Bar J. And, though his simple dream had taken years of perseverance, heartache, and sacrifice to achieve; standing beside his Ennis Del Mar, Jack now truly believed with all his heart that it had never been too much to ask for.




Measure Up by Littlewing1957


Jack was all ready to relax after a frantic day at work.  He was able to sell a tractor, and a foreign made small car that someone traded in toward the purchase of a combine.  His commission would be sizeable, and deposited into his private savings account.

As he emptied his pockets of change on his dresser drawer, Jack noticed that his top drawer was ajar.  He didn’t think much of it; Lureen probably opened it to put away his clean socks and underwear after they were laundered.  Jack was all ready to push the drawer closed when he noticed a yellow measuring tape peeking from beneath his socks.  Jack almost fell against the chest-of-drawers when he remembered what he did with that very same tape:

It was near midnight and Ennis was mellow after a fine dinner and a few drinks.  Jack was feeling no pain, and suggested that they turn in for the night.  Don Wroe’s cabin was not available, but Jack rented a bungalow for them not too far from Don’s place.  As Jack and Ennis disrobed and climbed into the massive bed, Jack pulled a tape measure from his bag.  He was in a wicked mood, had a sexy feeling, and wanted to play.  Ennis noticed the tape, but didn’t understand at first.  As Jack eyed his lover’s manhood and strung the tape between his hands, Ennis blushed.  Ennis spread his legs, decided to play along.  Jack’s eyes twinkled, and he grinned as he realized that Ennis was game.  Jack placed the tape from the end of Ennis’ shaft up to his glistening cock head.  “Hmmm, 8 inches even!”  Jack whistled as he read the measurement.  “Is that good?”  Ennis laughed.  “It’s enough for me, Friend!”  Jack answered.  Ennis reached out for the tape, and Jack handed it over.  He measured Jack’s manhood – 7.5 inches!  “You measure up, Rodeo!”  Ennis muttered.  Jack nodded and took hold of the tape measure.  He placed his cock against that of Ennis’ and wound the two sexes together with the yellow tape.  Jack bent down to lick first his own cock, and then Ennis'!  The sensation almost drove them both over the edge!

The memory of that special time was never forgotten, just buried.  Jack pulled the measuring tape from the drawer and handled it gently.  He undressed, and was glad that he and Lureen no longer slept in the same room.  Jack climbed into bed and spread the tape measure between his thighs.

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Ticklish? by Toycoon

"I was jes' kiddin' with ya, bud," chuckled Ennis, ruffling Jack's black hair and digging his fingers into Jack's fuzzy armpits; Jack flinched, grabbed Ennis' wrists and they accidentally knocked heads together.

"Owww, you son-of-a-gun. You done that on purpose!" bellowed Ennis, rubbing his forehead, cross but at the same time, aroused at the sight of Jack's squirming and wriggling; "Now quit it," begged Jack powerlessly, "you know how ticklish I am there!"

"Yeah? You ticklish here, " guffawed Ennis, squeezing Jack's sides, "... how 'bout here...  or here?" he said jabbing, tweaking and pawing him all over until Jack was reduced to a helpless ball of quivering flesh then, Ennis leaned in and a blew a loud 'raspberry' on Jack's bare ass.


Ticklish? - Part Two by spiceylife

Ennis stood up, still chuckling at the ‘raspberry’ sound echoing around the bedroom.  “Up ya get now, Jack.  Let’s go get us some breakfast.  I could eat a horse.”

Jack was miffed, though, stood up on the bed and flew off it like a wrassler, landing on Ennis’s back and crash tackling him to the floor.  As they fell Jack used his extra weight to flip Ennis onto his back and pin him down, laying heavily on top of him with an unmistakable glint of mischief in his eye.  He grabbed Ennis’s wrists again and with one strong hand, pulled them up over his head at full stretch.  He torturously walked the fingers of his free hand slowly down Ennis’s side.

“DON’T, Jack!  Cut it OUT!” Ennis yelled, flinching before Jack had even done anything, and giving Jack a serious angry look.  Jack laughed at Ennis all irritated.  He dug his fingers under Ennis’s ribs and watched as Ennis collapsed, weak with laughter.  Jack kept it up, showing no mercy, going for the collarbone, the armpits and then horsebites all down the legs, paying particular attention to knees and calves.  Then he sat there a moment, drinking in the sound of Ennis del Mar’s laughter, so uninhibited and loud.  Jack wondered if he’d ever heard such a beautiful sound before in his life.

When Ennis finally calmed down and could breathe again, Jack easily flipped him over onto his lap, naked groins pressing together.  Jack spanked that ass a dozen times, not too hard but enough to get his point across.  Ennis roared and yelled and protested, wriggling around trying to escape.  Jack stopped, aroused by all the wriggling.   He rested his palm on the slightly reddened flesh.  Ennis stopped, all the fight gone out of him.  He lay still, breathing heavily.

Jack wagged a stern finger in Ennis’s face and spoke to him in a cross voice: “Now don’t ya go makin’ me punish ya like that again, ya hear me?”  He ran his palm over Ennis’s warm bottom again, grinned cheekily, and leaned in to whisper saucily in Ennis’s ear.  “Well, ’less ya really want me to…”



Ticklish?  Part 3 by Dagi

Ennis stopped breathing and closed his eyes for a moment, then turned around, avoiding looking Jack in the eye, and swung one leg over Jack´s shoulder with his warm, red butt still on Jack´s thighs.

Jack got all serious as he saw Ennis´s face, eyes closed again, lips twitched, until they opened a little and a low moan escaped from them.....he spit in his hand and rubbed softly over Ennis´s hole, causing his lover to moan a little louder, but with still clenched teeth.

“Ennis....Ennis!...........Relax, sweetheart, relax your jaw....” He reached over and stroked softly over Ennis´s chin. “Yeah, friend, that´s better....let me hear you.......s´that good?” He stroked some more over the hole, Ennis´s gasped, then closed his mouth again, “Mmmmmm....”

“Hey, do I have to tickle you again? Ennis, I want ta hear you, open your mouth....” He stretched his legs and placed both hands under his friend's butt, lifting him up until the tip of his own hard cock  touched his friend's wet, sensitive spot, and he didn´t hesitate a second, couldn´t hold back, but entered his lover  until his whole length had vanished inside his man, both of them crying out loud.

Ennis shook a little, then began to rock in small movements, all the while whimpering like a puppy calling for its mommy. Jack looked down at his man in rapture, took in all the tiny details of this beloved face, the now wide open dark brown eyes, the blond curls, the always clenched lips, now finally parted and soft and wet.....he looked further down, the strong chest with those tiny nipples, the flat stomach... and these incredibly beautiful, rock-hard eight inches rising just in front of him, a little drop of precum dripping down the shaft.....mmmm, if he could just....he bent down a little further, lifted  Ennis up a little higher until he managed to lick over the swollen tip.

“Geez, Jack, what the fuck....ooaaaaaahhhhh!” Ennis groanedd, enouraging Jack to go on alternately lifting Ennis up sucking on the head and pushing him down shoving his own cock all the way up into his man, until Ennis´s cries became so loud Jack wasn´t sure anymore if he was crying with lust or with pain, but he couldn´t stop himself, and the moment he felt his lover's warm, delicious semen fill his mouth he himself came hard, shooting his load deep inside Ennis's guts.

Jack licked his lips, smiled mischievously and said “ I think I punished you for good, ....huh?”

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Dance of the Drums by Littlewing1957

Jack was sure he heard it!  It was so bizarre, but Jack was certain he heard the sound of drums!  Lureen and Bobby were away for a few days at the State Fair where Lureen entered several competitions, as did Bobby.  Jack hated to miss Bobby's 4H project, but he was running a low-grade fever and decided to stay home and take care of himself.

Jack ran to the window and saw a group of 8 or so young people dressed in costume - a style he couldn't identify - the young men beating drums of every size and description.  He noticed neighbors congregating on their front porches, swaying to the cadence of the percussion.  Lovely girls dressed in brightly decorated peasant dresses shook their hips in time to the beat, all the while moving with the group down the block.  Handsome young men danced alongside the girls as they beat their drums, smiling pleasantly.  Jack’s jaw dropped as he watched several of his neighbors join the parade, shaking, dancing, and swaying.  His neighborhood had changed over the years, and was becoming quite diverse and integrated.  It was fine with Jack.  The infusion of color was exhilarating.

One of the drummers wore a pair of white cropped pants and he was shirtless.  Jack’s eyes roamed over the boy’s perfect body.  He was tanned, had blonde hair, and shook his narrow hips as he beat his tribal drum.  “What the hell!”  Jack thought as he excited his home.  “The other neighbors are joining in, why shouldn’t I?”  Jack waited until the parade reached his house, and he fell into step.  One of the young girls noticed the handsome Jack Twist and danced alongside him.  She picked up his hand and swayed back and forth.  Jack smiled as he followed her lead.  He decided to go along, at least for a few blocks.  He never allowed himself to dance in public before with such abandon, and before he knew it, his fever broke!   Jack continued to dance, and move with the throng that was growing by the minute.  And suddenly he thought of Ennis and imagined his lover dancing alongside him.  Life was good, if only imagined, and if only for a moment.

Dance of The Drums (Part 2)


When the parade was at the end of the line, and the throng that had gathered began to disburse, the blond haired young man placed his drum alongside the road.  He sat on the curb and wiped his brow as he watched his friends prepare for a Barbeque.

The young man was delighted to see Jack Twist join the parade.  It was heartening to see him enjoying life instead of worrying himself sick over a one Mr. Ennis Del Mar.  Ennis Del Mar!  Now he was one tough nut to crack!

The blond man was in the presence of Jack Twist just last year at a restrurant in Riverton, and was awfully surprised that Jack didn’t recognize him.  Well, he did cut off his waist length hair, and wore a pair of cropped pants instead of denims, aviator sunglasses and cowboy boots.  He also traded his violin for a drum.  The young man fortified himself mentally as he joined his friends at the park for the barbeque.  Tomorrow he had his work cut out for him!  He had to pay a visit to Jack Twist..



Something Precious by moremojo

"Nineteen...turn twenty come September," answered Ennis to Jack's query about his exact age, a bit puzzled as to why he would even want to know, and finding himself namelessly drawn to the kind, sympathetic spirit he discerned in his new friend's eyes, whereupon Ennis cast his eyes down to the breakfast fire, stirring the embers aimlessly with a stick.

Jack sensed a discomfort in his work companion, and felt a twinge of regret to think he might have been the cause of it; Jack had seen a fair amount of life in his brief years, and had assumed that someone like Ennis, coming from such a similar background, had done the same...clearly this summer on the mountain would prove different from last year, when Jack had had no problem coaxing Dave, his assigned mate, into some on-the-side fun when Aguirre wasn't around.

"You're a bit older'n me," Jack stated, taking a healthy gulp from his coffee mug, continuing with "I turn twenty in October..the thirty-first, to be exact...Halloween!", whereupon he flashed a buck-toothed grin to Ennis to lighten the mood; there was something about Ennis, something different from all the other guys Jack had known and sometimes played with, that inspired a deep tenderness in his heart that was almost unbearable in its sweetness...this Del Mar fellow deserved something more than a rough and passing tumble, the intimation of which Jack felt all the more keenly as he gingerly patted Ennis's back, the first time he had dared to do so, as he prepared to set off for the sheep.




Lonnie: Summer of ‘62 by garycottle

Jack caught himself watching Lonnie on the sly every chance he got.  There was something about the kid that pulled on him.  Lonnie was a tall, lanky blond who moved with a kind of grace that was uncommon for a boy his age.  When Lonnie first came to Brokeback he was sullen and withdrawn, but after a while he finally spoke haltingly of inheriting half of his granddad’s cattle ranch down in Texas, but leaving with just the clothes on his back because he couldn’t get along with his uncle.  Jack told jokes, sang songs, and played his harmonica in an attempt to lighten the boy’s disposition.  It worked, within a couple of weeks Lonnie turned coltish and started jumping him, and wrestling him to the ground at the slightest provocation.  Jack more often than not allowed himself to be pinned just so he could feel those long limbs wrapped around his body.

One afternoon toward the end of summer Jack came back to camp early, leaving the sheep to tend themselves.  He found a can of Better Most beans on the fire, but his campmate was nowhere in sight.  Jack looked around for a good half hour before he spotted the boy up in the woods leaning against a tree.  From a hundred feet Jack could tell from the movement of the kid’s arm that he was taking care of a sudden urge that required a little extra privacy.  Rather than letting Lonnie finish his business in peace, Jack followed through on a powerful impulse.  He went directly to the boy, fell in front of him, and took the boy’s turgid member into his mouth. 

When the deed was done he got to his feet and ran like the wind itself, as Lonnie called to him in a stunned voice.  “Jack?  Where you going, Jack?” 

When a storm came up a couple of hours later Jack reluctantly returned to camp.  He’d have to face Lonnie sooner or later anyway, so there was no use in staying out in the rain all night.  Jack found Lonnie had already settled into the tent.  When he pulled back the flap he saw the lanky kid laying on his bedroll wearing his hat, his boots, and not much else. 

With the squall whirling around him, and the heavens above cracking like the 4th of July, he asked, “Where’s your duds?”

“They got wet.  Now get in here, cowboy, ‘cause it’s my turn at the pump.”

Following the storm, time up on Brokeback went by pretty fast as the boys wrestled and horsed around more than they worked.  They never talked about how their season together would soon come to an end, but both knew that they could get the call to bring the sheep in any day.  Jack didn’t allow himself to think about it, so it came as a blow when he returned to camp late one afternoon for dinner to find Lonnie breaking down the tent.  He pouted, but Lonnie merely grinned like the good-natured kid that he was.  Lonnie acted like he and Jack hadn’t been doing anything unusual, and he pretended that their parting wasn’t particularly sad.  Jack tried his best to follow his friend’s lead.  He thought this must be how boys who played together were supposed to handle themselves. 

After getting chewed out by Aguirre for the sheep’s diminished numbers, they collected their pay.  The job was over.  Jack asked Lonnie what he was going to do now.  The kid said something about returning to Texas to claim his birthright as he climbed up into the back of a fellow ranch hand’s pickup.  Jack stood there and watched as the truck pulled away.

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A Brokeback Mountain Slice of Life by Littlewing1957

Aguirre looked past Jack Twist and eyed Ennis Del Mar riding confidently into camp, a scrawny lamb in his arms.  Jack followed Aguirre’s gaze over to Ennis, who by rights, was surely wondering why his boss and his lover were sizing him up.  But Ennis didn’t fear.  He dismounted alongside the tent, and very tenderly carried the tiny lamb to the dinner fire.  Ennis placed the ewe next to the flames to keep it warm.

Aguirre turned his mount to the east and rode out.  Ennis watched as Jack dropped his hatchet, gathered a small pile of wood, and headed his way.  The lamb was sleeping soundly, and didn’t awaken as Jack scratched its tiny head.

Ennis didn’t ask his friend what Aguirre wanted, or why they looked at him when he rode into camp.  He didn’t want to pry, but was certain that Jack would confide in him if and when the time was right.  Ennis smiled at his friend and threw a log onto the flames.  Jack patted his lover on the arm, and turned toward the fire to prepare the evening meal.




Smokin' Down by the Lake by Toycoon

Somewhat dazed by the calm serene beauty of the pale moonlight spread smoothly over the glassy lake, Ennis blindly felt around the legs of the fold-out chair searching for the bottle of Old Rose that he had planted near his feet, in the grass.

Jack took a long drag off the joint and reclined in his creaky chair, then said," Ennis you wanna see something?" the words barely wheezing through his pursed lips trying desparately to hold in the smoke; Jack sprung up, faced Ennis and planted his lips, wide open on Ennis' parted lips, exhaling the magical vapor into Ennis' mouth and causing Ennis to get very stiff.

Jack gently put his hand over Ennis' mouth to keep him from expelling the smoke proudly proclaiming, "That there's called a power hit. I seen it done in one of them old hippy movies! " Ennis laughed so hard, he went into a coughing fit.

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The Black Truck by Toycoon

The black GMC pick up spun around the corner and slid to a stop inches away from the wall; two puffs of smoke escaped from either side of the truck's hood then disappeared.

"Hmmm, that must be this Aguirre guy," wondered Ennis pulling a half smoked cigarette from his coat pocket and searching for a matchstick in his pants' pocket; Ennis flicked the match on with one hand like his brother K.E. taught him and lit the cigarette.

"Sure is a good looking fella," he thought," ... Looks like a movie star or something. Like Rory Calhoun" (Ennis had seen Rory Calhoun's  picture on the cover of a comic book at the drug store); the man hopped out of the truck then started to walk towards Ennis who was embarrassed to be staring so he averted his glance and looked at the ground.



The Black Truck (Part 2) by Littlewing1957

But his curiosity took hold, and Ennis cut a quick glance at the good looking guy - just a small turn of the eyes in the other fella’s direction.  Ennis didn’t anticipate having to compete for the job.  And looking at the fine build and confident manner of the dark haired fella, Ennis felt a slight twinge of anxiety.

Jack kicked his truck’s tires and cursed!  He was really tired of that rusting, unreliable heap!  He was also weary of work with livestock, and surly, unreasonable bosses.  But Jack needed the job, had no choice but to show up, try to see if Aguirre had something, anything up on Brokeback that he could do for the summer.

When Jack Twist first laid eyes on Ennis Del Mar, he wondered why he felt compelled to turn around and face the front of Aguirre’s trailer.  Was it instinct: a sense of fight or flight, or did he sense something good?  Jack’s heart stopped as he took in the fair haired teenager.  He didn’t know what it was about Ennis that got to him first.  Was it the slight fatigue, the hunched shoulders, the sense of uncertainty, the sadness?  Jack vowed right then and there, right at the very second he fell in love, that he would try to replace the sadness with joy.  He could only try…



The Trip to Signal by Toycoon

Fifty cents don't buy much these days but it bought just enough ethyl gas for the trip to Signal and maybe a beer afterwards; the old pick up must have known this, too, because she just made it as far as Aguirre's trailer, fortunately walking distance to JT's bar, then conked out.

Jack was glad to get out of Lightning Flat for the summer again even though it was the same sheep herding job as last year when Aguirre got all over him about the damn sheep, the rain, the lightning and everything else it seemed that Jack had no control over; his daddy was still sore about Jack not making any money to help out around the house and his foolish plan to be a bronc rider, threatening to kick Jack out if he didn't start pulling his weight and behaving like a man.

From the corner of his eye, Jack caught sight of a man, a stranger, in a white cowboy hat and tan coat; Jack chuckled because for a moment, the stranger resembled the toy cowboy his momma gave him on Jack's ninth birthday, so tall, lean and ... serious.




No Sale by Littlewing1957

Ennis stopped outside of the Riverton Coin Exchange and looked around.  It was Saturday morning, and the exchange, which was little more than a multi purpose pawn shop, was open for business.   The weather was bitter cold, but Ennis was sweating profusely.  He didn’t relish the task that lay before him, but in his mind, he had no other recourse.

Ennis didn’t quit his job at the ranch, but was laid off.  Steve promised him work in a few months, just as soon as business improved.  But Ennis couldn’t wait that long.  He had children to support, and he had to eat.  He stepped through the door of the Exchange and tripped a buzzer.  The clerk looked up at him and smiled.  “How are you today, sir?”  The young man asked.  “What can I do you fer?”  Ennis reached into his pocket and pulled out the gold and diamond bracelet Jack saved for a year to purchase, and handed it to the young man.  “I got this bracelet,”  Ennis began, “And it is all solid gold with real diamonds.  I..I..was thinking that I could pawn it.  How much can you give me for it?”  The clerk, whose name tag read “Theodore” held the bracelet up to the light.  He fetched a small magnifying glass and looked at the clasp for a hallmark.  “Yep, this is a beaut, alright!”  Theodore whistled.  “How much do you want for it?”  Ennis shuffled his feet nervously.  “Whatever you think is fair!”  He whispered.  Theodore placed the bracelet on a small scale and typed in a series of numbers.  “I can do anything up to $150.00.”

  Jack laid back contentedly on the bedroll, wearing nothing but a diamond and gold bracelet that spelled out the name Ennis in diamonds.  He traced a finger over the glistening stones that spelled out his lover’s name.  Ennis stood on the side of the roll, watching his husband, drinking it all in.  His own bracelet spelled Jack and rested against his wrist.  Jack reached up toward his man and touched his wrist.  “Now remember friend, if you ever need money..”

“Sir??”  It was Theodore.  Ennis looked at him with a start.  “Sir, would you like the $150?  I can go up to $175.00!”  Ennis tried to fight back his tears.  He snatched up the bracelet and shook his head.  He ran through the doors of the Riverton Coin Exchange to face the cold of the morning.

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One Hot August Night by Littlewing1957 (22. August)

Another BBM Slice of Life

Lureen loved a good barbeque, but Jack hated them!  Brought back too many memories of Brokeback, and all those times he cooked over open flame for his lover, Ennis Del Mar.  Jack was, however, persuaded by his lovely wife to grill a few steaks and hot dogs for dinner one hot August night.

With his family safely indoors out of the oppressive heat, Jack sat on a wicker lawn chair and watched the meat sizzle on the grill.  Kelsey kept him company, and he closed his blue eyes as he absently patted her black head.   The fire hissed and popped as Jack’s thoughts drifted back to a time of cold weather and hot, steamy love.

Ennis Del Mar naked, warshin’ everythin' he can reach!  Ennis bending over a stream wringing his wet, threadbare socks.   So many images of Ennis riding off on a mare, carrying wood, cooking, tending the sheep.  Every image of his lover replayed like a tape that was rewound time and again by memory.   Jack felt the old stirrings, and felt very sexy - became very uncomfortable - down below.  “Watch the meat, Kelsey!”  Jack whispered huskily to his dog as he raced to his storage shed to help himself the only way he knew how.



Hot August Nights 2 by Littlewing1957

Jack Twist headed to his truck to fetch the potato salad Lureen made the night before.  The Newsome Tractor and Combine Company picnic was in full swing, and every employee was present and accounted for.  Most workers brought their families, friends, significant others.  As far as Jack was concerned, attendance at the company picnic was not really so bad, but it was a duty, a concession he made to keep the peace in his home, and the good- will of his in-laws.  Jack Twist walked back to the section of the park that he reserved for the affair months ago, and placed Lureen's salad among the other vittles.

Jack had to admit that this year’s picnic was something special.  The food was delicious, and the company was delightful.  Everyone, from toddlers to elderly retired workers, mingled and talked, laughed and ate.  Jack dodged a frisbie thrown by an enthusiastic teenager and moved to one of the tables to make a plate.  Lureen’s potato salad, corn on the cob, marinated short ribs and grilled eggplant was enough for the time being.  “Nice day for a picnic, isn’t it?”  Jack turned to find the voice and looked straight into the aviator glasses of a tall, nicely built blond haired young man who wore navy Bermuda shorts and a Beatles’s Yellow Submarine T-shirt.  There was something terribly familiar about the young man.  Jack looked at him and smiled.

“Yes, I have to agree with you, Friend.”  Was Jack’s reply as he reached beyond the young man to pick up a fork and napkin.  “I’m Jack Twist, and I work for Newsomes as a combine salesman.”  Jack placed his plate on the table and sought the blond man's hand.  The young man’s handshake was firm and a bit sweaty.  “My name is Peter.”  Jack nodded and smiled.  “You look awful familiar.  Have we met before?  Are you are friend of one of our employees?”  Peter’s eyes danced behind the aviator shades.  “No, not really to both of your questions.  But I was invited here.”  Jack wasn’t sure what Peter meant, but he didn’t want to be rude – ask too many questions of a guest, a stranger.  Jack gathered his food and just as he was about to welcome Peter to the festivities, Peter touched his forearm.  He bent down to whisper in Jack’s ear: “You’ll see him again very soon….”

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Supper up on Brokeback by Littlewing1957

A BBM Slice of Life

Ennis rode into camp and found Jack asleep by the dinner fire.  Ennis dismounted his mare and walked soundlessly to the tent, trying his hardest not to wake Jack.  Ennis looked around camp and shook his head.  He crawled into his “home” away from home and searched for a can of beans to put on for supper.  Jack hadn’t prepared a thing!

Jack was still sleeping soundly when Ennis joined him on the ground next to the fire.  He opened a can of peaches and beans, and after placing the beans on the fire to warm them, poured himself a cup of whiskey.  Ennis smiled at Jack.  He was amused and amazed all at once.  That Jack Twist could sleep through a hurricane!

After a few minutes, Ennis removed the beans from the fire.  He fetched a few plates and loaded them with beans, peaches, and a few day old stone biscuits that were lying by the fire in aluminum foil.  Ennis sat the plates down on a log, and leaned down over Jack.  He traced Jack’s forehead with a finger, but he still slept.  Ennis thumped Jack’s lips with his forefinger.  This time, Jack’s blue eyes opened, and he jumped a bit.  “Hold on, Rodeo!”  Ennis began as he soothed his friend.  “I’m sorry if I scared ya, but I had to wake you up.  Dinner is served!”  Jack sighed and smiled at his lover.  He was grateful that Ennis wasn’t angry that he didn’t prepare supper.  Jack held Ennis’ gaze and pulled his head closer.  “Can I kiss you?”  It was Jack.  Ennis smiled and shrugged.  “Why not?  I think people should do whatever they want to do.”  Jack laughed and placed a tender, delicate kiss on Ennis lips.  Ennis deepened the kiss and moaned.  He released his lover, and handed him his supper.




Emma Del Mar-Wiley by Littlewing1957

Emma drove her new Chevy Sedan down the streets of Riverton searching for a particular address.  Mrs. Wiley was a Riverton native born and bred, but she only once, in her entire life, passed through the part of town that her young brother, Ennis Del Mar, called home.  Emma found Ennis' trailer only after asking a few people for directions.  The park was gloomy and eerily quiet.  Emma parked her car a few feet from Ennis’ trailer and was suddenly overcome with a sense of sadness and guilt.  Emma couldn’t help but think that things could have been very different if only she had stood up to her new husband.  She should have insisted that Ennis stay with them and finish his schooling.  But Emma was a newlywed in love, and she chose her husband over her brother.  Emma locked her car and walked up to Ennis’ small door.  She had to put a few things right.

Ennis, hair unkempt and breath reeking of whiskey, opened the door on the second knock.  He reeled back when he saw his sister, as he hadn’t laid eyes on her in many years.  “Emma!”  Ennis yelled, tears in his eyes.  Emma grabbed her younger brother, and they stood, on the threshold of his tiny trailer, embracing, rocking, and weeping.

Emma sat on Ennis’ battered sofa, a can of pop in her hands.  She took in the dreary surroundings and fought back the panic that threatened to send her running for the door, out of Ennis’ life forever.

“So, what brings you here to see me after all of these years?”  Ennis asked his sister as he sat opposite her on his only chair.  Emma studied her can of Coke and remained silent for awhile.  Ennis waited patiently for an answer.

“I just wanted to see you..see how you’re getting on.  We haven’t been in touch and I’ve missed you.  How have you been?”  Emma placed her coke on a small table and took one of her brother’s hands in hers.

“I’m okay, I guess.”  Ennis began.  “I’ve been better, but not by much."  Ennis ran his fingers through his spiky hair.  "I can’t complain, and why bother?  No one to listen, anyway!”  Ennis looked away from his sister and pulled his hand back.  Emma sighed and rose from the couch, looked around the confines of Ennis’ gloomy and depressing home.

“I saw your girls!”  Emma offered, as she picked up a blue coffeepot and studied it.  The news startled Ennis.  He frowned and nodded, but said nothing.

“Listen, Ennis, I’m here to see you and find out how you’re doing.  I know I didn’t do right by you, and I plan to make up for that.  Ennis…”  Emma walked over to her brother and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Listen, I know what…!  Why don’t we go get something to eat, how about the Knife and Fork?  We can catch up, you can tell me all about what’s going on with you, and I’ll fill you in on what’s happening with me.  What do you say, Ennis?  Let me buy you dinner?”  Ennis smiled sadly and rose from his chair.  He walked past his sister and looked at his reflection in his closet door mirror.  He looked decent enough to eat at The Knife and Fork.  Ennis turned to his sister, nodded and opened his closet to fetch his coat.  Emma couldn’t help but notice a picture postcard of a snow capped mountain hanging by a tack in Ennis’ closet.  She smiled knowingly as she saw 2 bloody shirts…



Emma Del Mar-Wiley (Part 2) by Littlewing1957

Text of a dinner conversation between Ennis Del Mar and Mrs. Emma Del Mar-Wiley

Emma:  What looks good?

Ennis:  I think I’ll have the meat loaf and mashed potatoes.  You?

Emma:  Fried Chicken with a side of mustard greens.  We can have chocolate cake, or ice cream, or both for dessert?
 
Ennis:  Okay.  I’ll have the chocolate cake.

Emma:  So, little brother, how have you really been?  You’re lookin’ good.

Ennis:  *sigh* I’ve been better.  I’m okay, though.

Emma:  I was really sorry to hear about the divorce.  I saw Alma the same time I checked in on the girls.  She’s doin’ okay for herself.. a new husband, a new baby.

Ennis:  Yeah.

Emma:  Uh, Ennis, did I say something wrong?  If you don’t want to talk about Alma, I won’t mention her again.  I’m sorry, Baby.

Ennis:  No, no no, I’m just trying to get used to you being here.  I never was a big talker, you know that, Emma.

Emma:  Yeah, I know.  You know I know it!

Ennis:  Yep.

Emma:  Ennis, uh, you seeing someone special?  You’re entitled, you know?

Ennis:  No.  Ain’t got no one special.  I’m not ready for nothin’ like that right now.

Emma:  Oh?  Ennis, are you sure you’re okay?
 
Ennis:  Yeah.  Listen, here comes the waitress.  Let’s put in our orders.

They order, waitress leaves

Ennis:  So how are you doin’, Emma?  Looks like you’ve lost weight, Sugar.

Emma:  I’m fine, thanks.  After the divorce I started working on myself.  It’s not that I’m looking for another man; I’m not ready for that, either.  I just want to make myself better for me.  Do you understand, Ennis?

Ennis:  Sure.  I understand.  You look good, Emma.  How are my niece and nephew?

Emma:  Oh, they’re fine.  Tammy is in her freshman year at Junior College, and Darren is in the Army Reserve.  He works as a mechanic at one of the shops in town.  I see your girls are doing well.

Ennis:  Yeah, Alma Jr. is getting married real soon.  Say, did she invite you to the wedding?

Emma:  Yes, she did.  I’m so excited!  We’ll all be there, Ennis.  I can’t wait to see you walk her down the aisle.  KE will be there, too.  Have you seen KE lately?

Ennis:  I saw him last about 2 years ago.  We don’t get along too good, as you know, but we’re civil.  We’ll work on it, I guess.

Emma:  That’s good.  I paid KE a visit right before I came here to see you.  We had a nice long talk.  Uh Ennis, KE told me some things that really disturbed me.  Listen, Baby, I gotta ask you if the things he said are really true.  Do you mind me asking?  Some of what he told me is not pretty, but Ennis, I gotta know…

To be Continued



Jack's Hands by Toycoon

Exhausted from his four hour ride back from the sheep, Ennis climbed off his horse then hobbled to the boulder where he struggled with his cowboy boots, finally kicking them off, each landing with a thud.

Jack knelt at Ennis' feet, never taking his blue eyes off of this man who had penetrated his every waking thought for several days; Jack cupped the balls of Ennis' swollen feet in both hands, spreading his fingers over the length, squeezing and pressing his thumbs into the sore heels then gripping Ennis' tired ankles.

Electric jolts ran up and down Ennis' spine and his breath came heavy when he felt Jack's fingers creep up his pants, parting his trembling legs then Jack's hands finally resting on Ennis lap; a crumpled smile spread slowly across Ennis' face as he wondered what he could have done to deserve these incredible sensations, so hot it that made him shiver.


Jack's Hands Part 2 by Littlewing1957

Jack smiled back at his lover as he placed his hand on Ennis’ inner thigh.  Ennis looked into Jack’s blue eyes and nodded.  He didn’t have to utter a word - all was understood.

But just as fast, Jack thought better of it.  He pulled his hand away from Ennis’ thigh and started to back away from his lover.  “Jack, what the heck?”  Ennis started, shaking his head, wanting, needing more.

“Everything will be okay, Friend!”  Jack whispered as he pulled himself to his feet.  He walked behind Ennis and placed both hands on his lover’s shoulders.  Jack bent down to kiss Ennis' cheeks.  “Let me feed you first, okay?  I have something special planned just for you.”  Ennis smiled at the words.  “And when supper is done, I’ll give you everything; do anything you ask."  Ennis reached behind and caressed the hands that he loved so much.  He could only image the delights that awaited him.

[Dagi]

Dead Heat by spiceylife

It was Jack’s crazy-ass idea: a foot race along the lake’s edge, loser gets the boring task of putting the tent up again at the next campsite, further along the mountain.

The boys ran swiftly across the muddy, uneven earth, barefoot, barechested and competitive, with Ennis pacing himself nicely behind Jack, trusting his endless stamina and a pair of long, lean legs to move past his friend and claim an easy victory whenever he was ready.

But Ennis stared too long at Jack’s mesmerizing backside bouncing along in front of him and forgot to watch the soft, treacherous ground under his feet, causing him to stumble awkwardly and catapult forward, flying through the air spectacularly and landing face-first in the watery mud with no finesse whatsoever;  Jack, hearing the ooofffff sound Ennis made as he went down, glanced over his shoulder, saw Ennis spread-eagled on the ground, mud dripping down his astonished face, and he laughed so hard and so suddenly that both feet slid out from under him as he lost traction and became airborne for a second, like slipping on a banana peel, and then – splat! – Jack came down on his bum in the splashy, sticky mud, an equally spectacular landing, also lacking style and grace, and with an ooofffff sound to match Ennis.





This is part two to Dead Heat, rated NC-17 - Adults Only.  I apologize for the length.   Sorry, Toycoon!  If it's just too long or doesn't fit here, please let me know and I'll take it off.  Y'all know how I write by now, I guess. 

For Dagi, Who Will Not Let Me Chicken Out...

Wild Horses  by spiceylife

Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea
Who's gonna taste your salt water kisses
Who's gonna tame the heart of thee




“It was your crazy-ass idea, Jack…”

Ennis had been patiently listening to Jack bitching ever since they got back from the lake, caked in dried-up mud and both limping a little.  Jack, naturally, thought he was the worst off.

“Well, if you didn’t fall like that, Ennis, I never woulda slipped on my ass. Funniest thing I ever seen, your face.  I’m thinkin’ I woulda won that race, ya know.”

Jack paused, rubbing his backside gingerly.

“My butt aches somethin’ fierce now, though.  Don’t know if I can ride or bend down to cook or wash nothin’ today, and it’ll be worse tomorrow.  I’m hurtin’, Ennis!”

“Jesus, Jack!  Maybe… I dunno…soak it in some warm water or somethin’.  That outta ease the pain some.”

Jack raised an eyebrow, looking doubtful.

“Well, how’m I gonna do that without a bathtub?”

He walked around the campsite for a bit, wincing in pain, before his eyes landed on the largest water bucket.

“How ‘bout that then?  My ass fit in that?” he asked, pointing towards the pail.

And that’s how Jack came to be sitting in a bucket of steamy water, jeans around his ankles, ass wedged inside, trying to hot-soak away his misery.  Ennis tried not to laugh out loud at the sight.  No easy thing.  He pressed his lips together tightly and stayed well behind Jack, out of sight.  A low chuckle escaped him once or twice, an uncontrollable gut-aching laugh threatening to burst out at any second.  It was the funniest thing Ennis had ever seen, aside from Jack’s slide in the mud.  For the second time that day, Ennis wished he had a snapshot of this ‘Jack’ moment.  And I sure as hell won’t be usin’ that bucket for cartin’ up cookin water any time soon, Ennis laughed to himself

Jack glared over his shoulder at Ennis whenever he heard a laugh, but mostly he sat looking forlorn. 

Some half an hour later, the bitching started up again.

“Sheeit!  Water’s goin’ cold!  My ass is freezin’.  Goddamn it…I’m still sore as hell.”

Ennis quickly looked the other way as Jack wrapped a towel around himself.  Jack rubbed the back of his neck, thinking hard about his aching bottom.

“Ya know, I’ve got some massage oil in my bag.  Use it after rodeoin’ and stuff when I take a hard fall.  Helps to work out the pain.  Can’t reach my ass though, can I?”

Jack looked at Ennis and suddenly grinned like a Cheshire cat.

“You’re gonna have to massage my butt for me!” he announced.

Ennis’s eyes widened in disbelief and he backed up a little, staring at Jack.

“Whoa, Jack, whoa!  Massage your BUTT?  Uh…um…what-…I don’t do…that’s-…I don’t know bout that.  That’s kinda weird, ain’t it?  Ain’t there somethin’ else we can try?  Must be somethin’ else…”

“Well, what, Ennis?  If you don’t rub the knots outta my butt, I ain’t gonna be able to do nothin’ around here to help.  Sure can’t ride.  You’ll be on yer own, have to do everything yerself.  Come on, bud.  I’d do it for you.”

And that’s how Ennis came to be pacing up and down outside the tent, stopping to scuff his boot hard in the dirt occasionally while Jack prepared himself on the towel inside.

“Okay, Ennis.  I’m READY!”

Ennis stopped pacing and expertly bit his fingernail to the quick.  He tried to be practical about it.  He needed to help his friend out, but still…  the strange feelings washing over him were unfamiliar and puzzling, and too complex for Ennis to work out.  He sighed and pushed the tent flap back. 

Jack lay on his stomach, naked on top of the bedroll and a towel, his firm, round buttocks now tinged a glowing pink from the hot water, with a perfect red circle running around them and across the back of his thighs from the pressure of the bucket edge.  The sight was so comical that Ennis needed to laugh again.  Luckily Jack couldn’t see the quiet amusement in his eyes.

But the smile faded as Ennis stood there, chewing on his nail once more, uncertain what to do or where to place himself. 

“Oil’s right there, bud, if you wanna start anytime soon…”

“Jack, I ain’t never done this before.  What do you want me to do exactly, huh?”

“Just massage, Ennis!  You know how to massage, right?  Just put the oil on your hands and rub my ass hard.  It won’t bite, you know…”

Finally, Ennis knew he couldn’t stand there any longer, doing nothing.  He sat down next to Jack, picked up the greasy bottle and pretended to read the smudged label, slowly and very carefully, mouthing the words, putting off the inevitable.  Jack tilted his head to the side and looked up at him, wondering why Ennis was taking so long.

“Listen, cowboy, you can’t massage my butt from way over there.  You hafta sit on my legs to massage my butt good and proper.  From the side your arms’ll start to ache after a while.  You gotta be sittin’on my legs.”

Ennis stood again in silence, his discomfort palpable.  Jack encouraged him in his gentle way.

“Come on, Ennis.  It’s alright.  I need your help here, friend.”

Ennis scratched his head, still hesitating and unsure.  He knew he had to do this for Jack, but his mind grappled with the uneasy feeling that some part of him really wanted to touch Jack in this way.   

“Well- …well, alright then.  This feels weird, Jack.  Just this once, to get ya back in the saddle.”

Ennis stepped over Jack, legs apart, straddling either side of his hips.  Another big sigh and Ennis sat himself down on Jack’s thighs.  Jack let out a breathy groan that made Ennis blush with embarrassment and shift uncomfortably.  Grabbing the bottle, Ennis quickly poured the oil into his palm, rubbed his hands together and swallowed anxiously, eyeing Jack’s backside for the second time that day.  He gently placed one hand on each of Jack's buttocks and rubbed the firm flesh round and round.  Immediately all of Ennis’s blood seemed to rush southward, the instant hard-on straining against his jeans.  Ennis watched in fascination as Jack rotated his ass in small circles underneath his hands, giving a moan of pleasure that went straight to Ennis’s dick.  He couldn’t drag his eyes or hands away from Jack’s bottom now if he tried.

Ennis wanted to quieten his rowdy breathing down, but a rapid-fire pulse drummed loudly in his ears, drowning out sound.  Touching Jack’s taut, muscular cheeks made Ennis feel hot and sexy, and Ennis knew he should stop right now, but he couldn’t.  Wouldn’t.  The gorgeous curve of the boy’s ass was irresistible and Ennis felt himself sway and succumb to the temptation that was Jack Twist.  He palmed Jack’s butt, bringing his thumbs into play and using them to push and slide the oil over Jack’s warm flesh, ever closer to Jack’s forbidden crease and all that lay between.  His thumbs worked their way closer and closer, and Ennis felt lightheaded with lust.  He wanted to delve in, in every way possible.  He fucking wanted Jack.

Ennis stood suddenly to find the bottle of oil he’d tossed behind him, almost losing his balance in the process.  He squeezed a good amount onto his palm again, glancing down at the massive bulge in his pants but not letting himself think about what that meant.  When Ennis turned to sit back down on Jack’s thighs, he stopped dead, as though he’d been shot.  Oh, Jesus.  Jack.  Jack…  A wildfire of unfamiliar emotion and passion raced through his veins.  While Ennis’s back was turned, Jack had spread his legs wide apart, and Ennis knew why.  Ennis could see Jack’s balls, big, hairy and enticing, laying in stark contrast to the whiteness of the towel beneath them.  Jack’s crease was dark and open, luring Ennis in, and he wanted to map every inch of Jack with his mouth and lips and tongue.  The sight of Jack, so fucking beautiful, the thought of what Ennis wanted to do to him, made him almost whimper.  He fucking needed Jack.

Ennis knelt between Jack’s outstretched legs, in a position of dominance but completely in awe of Jack’s power over him. Again he touched Jack, massaging his parted cheeks and staring down at the treasure, this gift, that was being offered up to him. Then slowly, surely, Ennis’s world tilted as he held his breath and allowed his fingers to trail up and down the line between Jack’s buttocks, along that sensitive crease, fingertips brushing over Jack’s ready hole.  The game was over, and they both knew it.  Ennis’s slick fingers worked their magic on Jack and he raised his hips up off the towel and came to his knees in expectation, head still on the bedroll, panting for Ennis, giving unspoken permission for Ennis to do whatever he desired.

Ennis moved a hand under Jack, fondling his large balls one by one and then moving past to wrap firmly around Jack’s erection, caressing along the thick, heavy length and teasing the moist head with nimble fingers.  Ennis’s other hand lingered at Jack’s entrance, fingers circling, rubbing, spreading and pushing inside slightly, over and over again, before finally plunging in.  The thought washed over Ennis; nothing in his short, hardscrabble life had ever felt as good and right as being with Jack in this way.

Two oiled-up fingers glided in easily and Ennis watched, all slack-jawed and uneven breathing, as he pushed in and out of Jack, moving faster but keeping a rhythm, angling and crooking his long fingers at the same time, probing and exploring Jack’s body.  Jack was almost beside himself with want, pelvis gyrating back and forth in harmony with Ennis’s silky glide and stroke in front, his in and out fingers arousing from behind.  Ennis gently brushed his fingertips across one spot inside that left Jack writhing and moaning and pounding the bedroll with his fist.  Ennis briefly wondered, through the lusty fog clouding his brain, what he’d done to cause that.  Then the fog cleared, and all the jumbled, urgent thoughts in his head narrowed down to just one thing he needed to know, and wanted to do…

“Jack?  Jack?”  Ennis’s voice cracked on the name.  It was hard to talk.

“Ennis…”  Jack could barely form words, either, his voice husky and desperate.

“Can I, Jack?”

Christ, what if Jack says no…?  Oh, shit, don’t say no to me, boy.

“Do it.  Do it now, Ennis.  Fuck.”

Ennis leapt to his feet and quickly whipped down his old blue denims that were like a straightjacket now, too tight and restricting against the hardness of his groin.  His hands shook slightly as he applied the oil to his large cock, closing his eyes and stopping when he stroked himself too firmly and almost came.  Ennis felt like a man possessed, so unlike himself, and yet somehow a bewildering sense of freedom lingered.  He hadn’t known he was a prisoner, or what he was captive of.  At this moment, all he knew was that he had to be with Jack.

He knelt once more behind Jack, but Jack suddenly had other ideas.  He spun around and quickly stood, grabbing Ennis roughly by the shoulders, lifting him up and pushing him backwards, towards the old chair in the corner of the tent that kept their clothing off the sometimes damp ground.  Ennis almost stumbled and looked over at Jack in surprise.  The wild look in Jack’s eyes told Ennis he wasn’t the only one who needed this so desperately.  Jack’s face was a picture of bold, raw hunger.  He swept their clothing off the chair with one hand and shoved Ennis onto the seat.

“Sit down, cowboy.  Now.  And take off yer shirt,” Jack growled at Ennis. 

They locked eyes for the longest time, Jack standing in front of Ennis, hands on his hips, naked and demanding, and Ennis did as he was told.  And then Jack straddled Ennis’s lap, his ass hovering over Ennis’s well-oiled cock for a second before Jack reached down and took Ennis in hand.  Both moaned as Jack positioned Ennis at his entrance, rubbing the lubricated head over his hole before sliding and wriggling himself down, inch by inch, until Ennis was completely inside Jack.  Jack grunted, his jaw tightening as he clenched his teeth together hard.  A ragged breath escaped tense lips.  Neither man moved.  Both sucked in air, waiting, trying to steady themselves.  They stared at each other, a myriad of wild, unspoken emotions crackling through the air between them, and then Jack swept in to kiss Ennis hard and wet.  He held onto Ennis’s shoulders and began to fuck him, a slow glide and grind up and down.  Ennis was frantic.  He needed more pace, had to buck and thrust himself up into Jack, had to… but Jack put a hand on Ennis’s heaving chest, settling his urgency, pulling him back, reigning in his wild horse.

“Easy there…easy…easy… That’s it, Ennis.  Soon,” Jack whispered and his promise settled Ennis because he trusted Jack.

Jack took control, picking up the pace moments later, riding Ennis hard.  Ennis’s eyes never left Jack’s face as he reached down to touch Jack again between his legs, aroused by the hard, muscular lines of a body so similar to his own, wildly attracted to the pure maleness of Jack.  The blue of Jack’s eyes seemed to penetrate Ennis’s heart, leaving it full to overflowing.

Ennis swallowed hard and looked up at Jack, his pleading eyes asking the burning question.  Jack nodded slightly to Ennis, leaned forward and purred into his ear the words Ennis was waiting to hear...

“Yeah, cowboy.  Your turn to ride.  C’mon, Ennis.  Now, baby.  Fuck me now…”

Ennis groaned at the words, at how they were whispered so dirty-sweet in his ear.  He dug his heels firmly into the ground and held Jack’s hips tightly.  Then Ennis unleashed his desire all over Jack, thrusting into him desperately as Jack rode out the tidal wave.  Jack moved easily with Ennis, watching in wonder as the normally restrained ranch hand lost all control of himself in the most beautiful, passionate way.

“Oh, Ennis…” Jack whispered, awestruck.

The look on Ennis’s face was enough to bring Jack to orgasm, and Jack’s grunting, gasping spasms and warm come spurting on Ennis’s stomach proved too much for Ennis.  He came close behind, trembling and spent.  Jack lay himself down, in love and exhausted, on Ennis’s sweat-slicked chest.  Ennis put his arms around his friend and held him so close and tight that their breathing soon blended naturally.  Their chests rose and fell in perfect, harmonious time.

Ennis, man of few words, didn’t know what to say.  How the hell could he speak to Jack about things he didn’t understand himself?  Nothing sounded right, even in his own damn head.  It was confusing and powerful and beyond him.  Ennis couldn’t put the mixed-up pieces of their puzzle together just yet, but his tired, baffled mind remembered something he should tell his best friend …

“Jack?”

“Mmm?”  Jack’s voice, so sleepy and content.

Ennis brought a hand up to gently cup Jack’s chin, making him look at Ennis.

Ennis wanted to drown in those blue, blue eyes.

He pointed behind Jack.

“Your butt’s fixed, Rodeo.”   

           

[Dagi]

Wedded Bliss By Susie

“Four across, six letters, somethin’ somethin’ “V” somethin’ somethin’ somethin’. Sons and blank, a book by DH Lawrence?”  Jack lay stretched out on the sofa, brow furrowed in concentration; newspaper in one hand, idly sucking on the pen in the other.

“Y’a askin’ me?  Don’t know nothin’ ’bout stuff like that Jack!”  Ennis called from the kitchen.

He strolled into the living room, a cold beer in each hand, frowning at the sight of Jack’s dirty boots on the floral upholstery.

“Get yer feet off the couch, you slob!” he said, shoving the offending boots onto the floor, brushing away the dry mud with his hands, and sitting in the empty space.

“OK, keep yer shirt on!”  Jack grinned, lifting his feet back up onto Ennis’ lap and carrying on with the crossword.  Ennis smiled to himself.

“What?”

“I was just thinking.  We’re like an old married couple, you and me”, Ennis looked lovingly down at Jack, removing Jack’s boots, tossing them onto the floor, and gently massaging his feet.

“Lovers!”

“So.... you wouldn’t wanna marry someone like me then?”  Ennis’ voice sounded a little hurt.

“No …. the answer to four across, dummy!  A book by DH Lawrence, Sons and Lovers.”  Jack glanced up at Ennis and paused for a moment, “Why?  Y’a askin’ me?”

Ennis smiled, flicked the remote, and began watching the TV, “Yeah, maybe.…”




Trust Me by Susie …. NC-17


“I’m not sure, Jack.”  Ennis frowned, shifting uncomfortably, “I might not like it.”

“Trust me, Ennis.  The book says 'It will heighten your other senses'.... see, right here.”  Jack pointed to the bottom of the page, “… and besides, if you don’t like it, we’ll just stop doin’ it.”

After a long pause, Ennis acquiesced, “Well alright then, long as I can take it off if I want to.”   

“No problem.”  Jack, grinning triumphantly, pulled the black satin scarf out of his pocket, folded it carefully into a long thin rectangle, covered Ennis’ eyes and secured it with a knot at the back of his head.

“Now what?” said Ennis, moving his head around, trying to see through the layers of satin.

Jack guided him over to the bed, placing his head on the pillow and pulling his legs up onto the mattress, “That comfortable?  You just lay there sugar, and I’ll take good care of you....  Trust me.”  Jack spoke in a soft soothing voice, gently stroking Ennis’ hand with the tips of his fingers.

“First of all, we need to get you outta these clothes.  Sit up for me.”  He eased Ennis’ shirt over his shoulders and tossed it aside.  “Now lay back down again,” he instructed, unzipping Ennis’ jeans and sliding them slowly down over his feet.  Although Ennis could only see blackness, he guessed from the shuffling sounds, that Jack was removing his own clothes too.

“Now, how does this feel?”  he uttered, picking up a soft feather (something he’d collected from the woods earlier that evening) and gently brushing the tip under Ennis’ chin, along the side of his neck and around his ear, barely touching the edge of his earlobe.

“Feels kinda ticklish.”

“How ‘bout if I do this?” Jack continued, moving the feather downwards over his chest, drawing little circles around each nipple, and guiding it, ever so slowly, down past his belly to the base of the shaft.

“Hmmmm.” Ennis sighed.

“Louder Ennis.  I wanna hear you …. want you to tell me how good it feels.”  Jack drew a line with the soft fluffy end of the feather slowly up from the base to the tip of the shaft, pausing to circle it for a moment, then down the other side and tickling his balls.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmm, feels good….”  This time, his moan was louder and deeper.

Jack moved away from the bed for a moment, “How ‘bout this?”

Ennis felt a sudden icy wetness touching the end of his nipple, hardening them both in an instant, forcing a sharp intake of breath and a helpless whimper.

Jack moved the ice cube down over his chest, following the same path as the feather.  As it touched the tip of his cock, Ennis jerked at the coldness and his whimper turned to a loud strangled moan. “So gooood…..”

Jack continued moving the ice cube down along his inner thigh, causing the downy hairs to stand on end.  Discarding the ice cube, Jack began to blow softly along the wet trail left by the ice cube, making the water feel even colder against his skin.

“Just relax your legs for me….”  he purred, gently pushing Ennis’ thighs farther apart, until Ennis’ legs became limp and fell open, fully exposing his glorious cock.

Ennis groaned in anticipation as Jack’s hot wet mouth, a sharp contrast to the icy water, enveloped him.  No other part of Jack was touching him, just his delicious mouth, floating disembodied in the darkness.  Jack sucked increasingly harder, but otherwise remained motionless, leaving Ennis to pump up and down with his hips, fucking Jack’s mouth, slowly at first, gradually moving faster…. faster…. faster …. He cried out suddenly, a loud primitive cry, shuddering uncontrollably with wave after exquisite wave coursing through his body.

He lay in the darkness, dizzy and out of breath.  Jack’s full weight, suddenly pressing down on his chest, knocked the remaining wind out of him.  He opened his mouth, reaching blindly for his lover.  Jack’s lips met his.  His mouth flooded with his own semen, Jack lapped it up hungrily with his tongue, both sharing and savoring his juices, until every last drop of the precious nectar was devoured.

“You trust me now, Ennis?”  Jack smiled down at his lover with swollen wet lips, easing the blindfold up and over his head.

Ennis smiled back, his heart rate returning to normal, eyes gradually adjusting to the light, “With my life, Jack.…”

[Dagi]

Untitled by Littlewing1957

Whenever you call or beckon to me,
I’ll come to you quite readily.
Call me!  I’ll travel on the wings of the wind
To be with you! You're my love, my friend.

Welcome me with arms flung wide,
You’re my shame, my hurt, my hope and pride!
Or follow me across time, beyond the mountain's steep
To love me here, among the sheep.




Feverish Pitch by Toycoon

Ennis awoke in the middle of the night, feverish from his nocturnal sexual arousal, groping and feeling around in the dark until he found Jack's hot groin; Ennis rubbed Jack's bristly pubic patch hard, grasping his low hanging balls then sliding the bumpy skin up and down on the shaft.

Suddenly wide awake, Jack rose up and in an instant Ennis swallowed the entire length of the other man's throbbing member; Ennis held Jack's buttocks with both hands, balancing his entire weight, raising him up and down, repeatedly plunging Jack's meat into his waiting mouth.

Next, Ennis, positioning himself with Jack between his legs, took a deep breath then raised his knees so his feet were waving in the air and Jack's hot breath blew past his virgin backside; Ennis moaned deeply as he guided Jack's pulsating porker into his anus and howled like an animal when they both came simultaneously.


Feverish Pitch Part 2 by Littlewing1957

Ennis was at once hot and cold, weary and revived.  He pulled Jack Twist down on top of him; needing his trembling form to reassure him that it was real; that Jack was done, satisfied.

Jack didn’t know how to ask Ennis if he was okay.  But he had to know.  It was not often that Ennis allowed himself to be loved in this way.

But rather than come right out and ask, Jack reached behind his lover and patted him, caressed and rubbed his tender buttocks.  Ennis was moved at the gesture.  He held Jack’s head in his hands, and seemed to read his mind.  “I’m okay, Rodeo.”  Jack smiled and settled into his lover’s arms.



Unspoken by Littlewing1957

From the very first moment
Of the very first touch,
To the last of his kisses
Sweet words and such!
The words of love unspoken,
The burden of a heart broken!
If only he understood!
Love? I can’t say it!
I wish I could!