September 23rd
6:00a.m. by Littlewing1957
Ennis sat at his small kitchen table and watched Alma as she prepared breakfast for the family. He refused the sausage and eggs that his wife offered, couldn't touch a bite, but liked to watch his girls eat. Ennis reached over and pulled Alma Jr. from her chair and sat her upon his lap. He rubbed her rosy cheek, placed the small of his thumb into her tiny mouth. Alma Jr. giggled and spat Ennis’ thumb out. Alma watched this exchange between father and daughter with a sort of detachment. Something was terribly wrong, she just knew it!
Alma placed a small saucer of scrambled eggs and sausage in front of Ennis. He looked up at his wife, smiled, and raised a fork to feed his daughter her breakfast. It was a fine feeling: feeding his child like a good daddy, but Ennis’ thoughts were elsewhere! He allowed his mind to drift to nights up on Brokeback when he fed Jack Twist beans with a spoon. Jack was a sight as he opened his bow mouth, accepted a spoonful of beans! Ennis smiled as he remembered Jack’s eyes rolling, becoming wide and deep blue as he "savored" the beans. Jack Fuckin’ Twist was just playing with him. Jack didn’t even like beans!
Ennis wondered if Jack still disliked beans. When Alma Jr. was finished with her eggs and sausage, Ennis picked her up and carried her into the living room where Alma was nursing Francine. He watched his wife caring for his second born and tried to enjoy it – willed himself to be happy. But Jack Twist was coming to town. Ennis tried to convince himself that Jack’s visit was just a friendly call, that it didn’t mean anything. But somewhere in his psyche, Ennis knew that Jack’s visit would change everything…
9:00 a.m. by Toycoon
Attempts at marital bliss only made Ennis more withdrawn and nervous: he thought about having a beer but it seemed too early in the day to have a drink.
Ennis decided instead to have a cigarette and that helped to calm his nerves somewhat. Alma asked Ennis to smoke outside while she nursed little Jenny and he obliged willingly.
The Delmar's tiny apartment seemed especially confining the more Ennis thought about the liberty of Brokeback Mountain; Ennis shuddered and flicking his cigarette across the parking lot, he worried that the secrets he and his first lover, Jack, shared long ago could possibly show on his face.
10:32 a.m. by Littlewing1957
Jack took the day off, as he was too nervous to work. His plans were finalized, his route to Riverton, Wyoming all mapped out. Everything was in order down to the underwear that he planned to take. But Jack was terrified. He walked to his desk and found the reply that Ennis sent. “You bet” was definitive and laconic, just like Ennis Del Mar.
Jack hoped that Ennis would be receptive, that it was not too late to rekindle what they had…whatever that was! Jack remembered his mom talking about a childhood friend who lost touch with her, but reappeared after a 20 year absence. His mom and her friend laughed and talked like they never parted. Jack prayed that he and Ennis could pick up where they left off, just like his mom and her childhood friend.
“I wonder if he’ll let me touch him!” Jack almost spoke out loud when he thought about the idyllic days and nights up on Brokeback. All the hours of laughter, love, occasional tenderness. Jack wanted Ennis. He needed him. He would bide his time, that is, if Ennis allowed it. In a few days’ time, Jack Twist intended to propose to Ennis Del Mar.
8:45 p.m. by Toycoon
Jack had portrayed the devoted husband and the doting father for so long that he'd started to believe his dutiful performance but the truth was, Jack had never stopped thinking about the one person he'd really fallen deeply in love with, yes love, so long ago on Brokeback Mountain.
Love, is that what it was? Jack felt a hot tingling in his chest and his crotch then his hand moved to the growing bulge in his pants; his face went flush at the very thought of that incredible summer, four years ago when the only thing that mattered was the closeness he and Ennis shared night after night.
The shrill ringing of the telephone caused the blood return to Jack's brain and leaping to his feet, he answered it on the third ring. It was Lureen calling to say that she and the baby would be staying at her folks' home for the night so she wouldn't be seeing Jack before he left on his hunting trip the next day.
8.50pm by Susiebell
Jack picked up the phone almost immediately and called her back, "Hey honey .... me again .... look, I want you to come home, I need you both here with me tonight."
"Well sure honey, if it's that important to you." there was a hint of a smile in her voice, it wasn't very often Jack needed her, felt kinda nice. "Everythin' alright Jack?"
I might not be coming back .... "Everythin's fine, 'course it is." Jack sounded a little too casual, "It' just a long trip is all .... and anythin' could happen .... I could hook a big one and get dragged under .... hell, I could get killed changing a flat .... just come home Lureen."
Lureen laughed out loud, Jack was always so melodramatic, "I'll be there in an hour .... love you honey". That would give her just enough time to fix her makeup and comb her silky locks. She smiled to herself, Lureen Newsome Twist was getting some sweet Jack lovin' tonight.
10:47 p.m. by Littlewing1957
When Lureen arrived home with young Bobby in her arms, Jack was asleep on the living room couch. He was fully dressed, though, and looked very appealing with his head nestled on crossed arms. Lureen tiptoed past him, even though she wanted so much to wake him and kiss his full, sensuous lips.
After placing the baby in his crib, Lureen looked in on a still sleeping Jack and shrugged. She wondered if she should disturb his rest; after all, he had a long 14 hour drive ahead of him. Lureen walked into the bedroom and donned her sexiest nightgown. She dabbed a few drops of Youth Dew behind each ear, and decided to go fetch her husband and bring him to bed.
He looks so peaceful! Lureen observed as she brushed the hair on his crown. She increased the rubbing motion until Jack began to stir! “Ennis?” He mumbled fitfully, huskily! Lureen jumped back, hid her hands that suddenly balled into fists! She turned and stormed into the bedroom, just as Jack’s vision sharpened. “Lureen, honey, wait!” He shouted after her and ran to the bedroom door. The door was locked….
11:00p.m. by Littlewing1957
“Lureen honey, I was having a dream!” Jack knocked rhythmically on his bedroom door. “I don’t even know what I said!" He yelled frantically. "Why are you so mad, Baby?” Jack listened for some movement behind the closed doors, but there was no sound. Nothing. The bedroom seemed quiet as death. Jack slumped against the locked door and lowered himself to the carpet.
Lureen didn’t know what to think. Who is this Ennis, and why was Jack calling out for this person? “Lureen honey, I was having a dream!” Lureen mocked Jack in her thoughts. She sat down on her pricey chaise lounge and stared at the locked door.
Jack pulled himself up from the floor and knocked softly. “Lureen, if you don’t open this door, I’m going to go stay at a motel downtown!" Jack warned. “I refuse to be locked out of my bedroom like this…I won’t stand for it.” No answer! Jack Twist shot one more plaintive glance at his bedroom door and decided to make good on his threat. He was all set to leave when he heard the lock turning….
11.10pm by Susie
"Jesus I'm sorry honey, didn't mean nothin' by it." Jack pleaded, his sad blue eyes piercing right though her. Lureen was a stubborn woman, and she was no dummy either, something wasn't right, but a single glance from Jack was enough to melt her icy mood, she never could resist those baby blues.
"How sorry?" she teased in her soft girlish voice, flashing her pearly white teeth and stroking her thighs seductively through her lacy negligee, she was a beautiful woman, there was no denying it.
Jack stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her neat little waist, kissing her full red lips, his throbbing member pressed up against her stomach. His fingers gently tickled the small of her back and made their way down over her soft round buttocks, squeezing them playfully.
"Oh, Jack... you have perfect hands..." she uttered, removing one of them from her bottom and placing it over her heaving bosom ... a tiny whimper escaped her lips.
Bobby suddenly let out a wail of protest. At eight months old, he was still not much of a sleeper. "Oh Lord" Lureen grumbled, the familiar, almost painful, tingling in her breasts letting her know that it was time for more milk. Gathering her baby into her arms and unlacing the top of her night gown, she lay down on the bed and gently put his mouth to her breast. Jack lay next to them, stroking his beautiful child, who was now suckling contentedly. " I love you" he whispered, bending down to kiss is son. "I love you too Jack" his wife replied softly.
11.31pm by BBM-Cat
Once Bobby was contently asleep and placed back in his crib, Lureen tried to resume where she and Jack had left off. “Now”, smiled Lureen seductively, alone with her man again, “you were ‘bout to show me how sorry you really are….remember?”
“Oooh yeahhh”, Jack feigning amnesia, reached over and tenderly started kissing Lureen all over, starting with her neck, making a litany of mock transgressions. “Let’s see now, I’m sorry for not helpin’ you make the bed this mornin’”, his lips finding a tender spot on her neck, “uh, for leavin’ my boots out in the middle of the floor”, his lips making their way over to her throat. Lureen giggled with delight. She knew she couldn’t stay mad at Jack for long.
“Yeah, well how ‘bout bein’ sorry for eatin’ the rest of the cereal this mornin’?”, Lureen added playfully. “Oh yeah, I’m real, real darn sorry for that”, Jack tried to sound regretful, taking his hands to open the lacy night gown, revealing the beautiful, womanly curves beneath. “And, I’m espec’lly...”, Jack kissed one breast, “sorry for…..”, then kissed the other, “uh, for, uh,…….uh, gee, I forget…” “Why, Jack Twist, you cheater!” Lureen uttered teasingly, enjoying his attentions immensely. That word 'cheater' resonated in the back of Jack's mind.
Jack stood up from their playful foray, to face Lureen, all serious now. Tenderly cupping her cheek with his left hand, he looked directly into her eyes, “One thing in all this world that I’m not sorry for is marryin’ you”. Jack almost nearly convinced himself of that. Lureen’s heart leapt as it had done when she first laid eyes on Jack Twist. A passionate sigh escaped her lips and her eyes misted from his sincerity. “And, I know, that you’re the best thing that ever happen’d ta me”. Jack held Lureen close, the twinge of guilt strong in his heart for what he was about to go do.
11:55 pm by Dagi
Alma was sound asleep, so were the kids, although little Jenny had been coughing heavily until an hour prior.
Ennis sighed, sat down on the sofa with his fourth bottle of beer, and put his feet up onto the old, worn armchair; the relaxed image though was deceiving, he knew he would not be able to fall asleep, so why even try.
The TV provided stunning pictures of a waterfall in Brazil, but they could not compete with the pictures of this beautiful, sexy man that had been haunting him every wake second for weeks now, getting more vivid and seductive by the hour....
September 23rd, alternate version
Late Afternoon by Littlewing1957
Jack was on the road, driving much faster than he should. He couldn’t help it though; just 12 more hours and he would come face -to -face with Ennis Del Mar. Just the thought of greeting his old friend was enough motivation for Jack to redline it all the way...that is, if he could get away with it!
Just outside the Texas state border Jack found himself in the middle of a cloud burst. He adjusted his speed to navigate the slick roads, and glancing up at the heavens, he couldn’t help but think back to one special afternoon up on brokeback,
Jack and Ennis were just finishing a supper of beans and Vienna sausages when they felt the raindrops. Just a slight drizzle at first, but then the rains came in earnest. Jack didn’t bother to put out the fire; it would be extinguished in due course. But he grabbed Ennis by the hand and pulled him into the tent. Ennis could wait out the rain and then return to the sheep. Jack sat cross legged on the ground and enjoyed the soft whisper of the raindrops against the shelter. Ennis chose to stand and peek out at the rain through the tent flap. After awhile Ennis sat next to Jack, content to be in his presence, grateful to be warm and dry.
Jack beamed at the memory. He drove in silence, trying to think of a pithy greeting for Ennis. What to say, what to do? It was of no consequence. Jack still had hours to go before reaching Riverton.
A Little Bit Later in the Afternoon by BBM-Cat
With the idle miles of driving, the thoughts in his head swirled and intensified with each passing hour. What was he doing driving all the way to Riverton, Wyoming? What was he goin’ to say to Ennis? Jack did not have a plan. All he knew was that he needed to reconnect with Ennis. Jack felt oddly detached recently, like an observer in his own life. He was not sure what was real anymore. He just needed to see Ennis. Just needed to hear his voice. To look into his friend’s eyes. ‘That’s all’, he told himself, believing that just seeing his old friend would be his rescue.
While driving in the rain, Jack fantasized that Ennis would be equally glad and excited to see him. It was hard deciphering Ennis’ two-word reply from his postcard. He was supposedly married now. What if over the past four years he had forgotten or dismissed the special time they had shared together on the mountain? Jack recalled returning to Brokeback that following summer, only to discover that Ennis had not. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe Jack was the only one keeping the memory alive. His heart ached to think it could be true. The only person he had ever truly, felt connected with, and the feelings might not even still be there! He had no idea how Ennis would receive him, though he hoped against hope, it was with an embrace.
Jack needed something real right now, he needed something to hold onto. Even if it was just hope. He glanced over at Ennis’ postcard on the passenger seat of the truck, touching it for reassurance. That little bit of hope in the river of despair, was exactly the lifeline propelling Jack Twist along his 14-hour journey north.
Early Evening by Littlewing1957
Along about 4:00p.m., Jack was hungry and exhausted. He packed a few sandwiches and had a cooler of drinks, but ate all the food miles ago in a fit of nerves. He still had quite a few hours to go before reaching Riverton, but in addition to being hungry, Jack needed to stretch his legs a bit. And on top things off, his eyes were blurry from all that squinting through the rain. Time to stop.
A rest stop was just 2 miles away, according to a billboard Jack passed about 15 minutes ago. He hated to stop, wanted to make good time to see his friend, but Jack also needed to take care of himself. Just one more mile and he could take a breather, order a burger, and walk around a bit.
The rain feel in sheets as Jack approached the rest stop. So much for walking around! He parked his truck among several other big rigs, campers, pickup trucks, and ran for the tiny diner that was situated right next to an old fashioned filling station. The diner was practically empty, which suited Jack. He seated himself and was given a menu by a handsome woman who wore jeans and a t-shirt. Jack ordered a burger, fries and a coke and looked out the window; took in the scene. There was not much to see – truckers entering and exiting the area – all trying hard to avoid getting drenched.
The waitress brought Jack’s order and decided to engage him in a little small talk. He didn’t mind, as it took his thoughts in another direction, comforting him. He invited the woman to sit with him awhile and shoot the breeze. It was so good to enjoy a truly decent burger while having pleasant conversation. Jack felt refreshed as he paid his bill, left a large tip and ran back to his truck.
Evening by Littlewing1957
9 hours down, just 5 more to go before reaching Riverton and Ennis Del Mar. Jack left the rain behind a half hour ago, and the sunshine that was now beating down on his windshield did much to lighten his mood. He was no longer terrified of seeing Ennis again, but was becoming rather aroused.
With each passing mile, Jack imagined Ennis Del Mar in various stages of undress. It was very strange, and so distracting that Jack had to concentrate fully just to keep from wrecking his truck and killing himself in the process.
Another mile and Jack could see Ennis Del Mar, all sprawled out in the nude, beckoning to him, his manhood shooting straight up and quivering. Jack was having trouble staying on the road. He reached down and adjusted his own throbbing penis, and shook the image of a naked Ennis out of his mind. He had to. But the idea of being in his friend’s arms once again was the impetus he needed to keep on going. Redline it the rest of the way? 5 more hours and he should reach the Wyoming State line.
Entering Wyoming by BBM-Cat
Closer to Ennis. Jack was feeling better already. Especially after that last rest stop. Everything was coming into sharper focus. The memories of he and Ennis up on Brokeback came flooding back into his mind. Some things he had not thought about since that summer. Nervousness was beginning to be replaced by sheer excitement and sheer arousal. He could see his friend so clearly now. Jack imagined that he could just about smell Ennis too, experience the warmth of his laughter, and those strong arms wrapped around him. The thoughts of being in his friends’ arms again just about sent Jack over the edge, as well as other more intimate thoughts that made him drive faster. But, somehow, Jack had to stay focused for the remainder of the trip.
Jack merged onto I-25, taking him across the Wyoming state line. 'Much too late to turn back now', he chuckled to himself. He had no idea what would transpire in just a few short hours. However, he was feeling much more hopeful than when he'd first started his journey. He could not begin to wrap his mind around the reality of seeing Ennis after all this time. And still, he wondered, how would they behave seeing each other after four, long years?
When he got to Ennis’ place, would they shake hands? Would they even hug? Rip each others' clothes off? Jack couldn't let himself think too long on that last possibility, he just barely had enough blood in his brain to operate the damn truck. He figured he’d just play it safe, taking his cue from Ennis when he saw him. It put Jack in a quandary though to think he might actually have to hold back and restrain himself from touching or hugging his old friend; such a contrast to the deep intimacy they had once shared. Jack was afraid that if he touched Ennis he might not be able to stop himself. ‘Yeah’, Jack entertained, ‘I’ll just plant one on him right in front of the wife!’
The thought of actually meeting Ennis’ wife also kinda terrified him. What was her name again? It was something with an A…like Alice or Annie. What would she be like? Would she be able to see right through him? To read his mind? Jack continued to juggle these thoughts back and forth in his head as he drove; most thoughts were welcome and pleasant, outnumbering a few that were most definitely, unwanted.
September 23rd, Welcome to Wyoming – by garycottle
Ever since he crossed the border Jack had a huge self-satisfied smile all over his face. In a few short hours he’d finally see Ennis Del Mar. He’d actually look right at him with his own eyes, rather than merely picture him in his head. He had built this thing up so much it was hard to believe that his wish was about to come true.
But then he felt a pang and his smile slide into uncertainty. Jack tried to ignore the feeling, but then a more fierce pang hit him from deep in his gut. Then he began to feel a churning, agonizing hurt.
“Oh shit, I knew that burger was too greasy!” the young man said out loud.
Jack hurriedly pulled the pickup over to the side of the road, jumped out, and ran toward an Aspin tree. He had just enough time to be thankful that it was now dark, and that the country road was all but deserted.
When he finished his business he plucked leaves from the tree to clean himself. All the while he pleaded to the Almighty that a rattler wasn’t about to strike him where the sun don’t shine. But then he remembered that he hoped that Ennis would want to fool around. That’s what he was really after. Yeah, that’s what he wanted. No sense in lying to himself now. So the leaves just weren't going to cut it. He had to find a better way.
He thought he recalled seeing something in the truck that might help, so he stumbled back to his vehicle, not bothering to pull up his pants. When he got there he rummaged through his duffle until he found his flashlight, and then he started looking around. He rifled through the glove box, and then he reached his hand way under the passenger side of the seat. Jack was about to give up, but when he slide his hand over toward the driver’s side his knuckles grazed the item he was looking for. When he pulled out a box of Bobby’s baby wipes he grinned like a kid in a candy store.
“Thank you, Jesus.”
Jack leaned over the seat and stuck his bum way into the air so he could get one of the wipes in real deep. I want to be fresh as a daisy back there for my friend, he thought to himself. He was beginning to enjoy the simulation, and he allowed his mind to drift back to a time when Ennis had free rein over this part of his body. But it was right at this moment that the deserted country road wasn’t so deserted anymore. A car came around the bend, and it’s high beams struck the boy right on his upturned, lily-white tail. It happened so fast that Jack didn’t have time to react. He just stared into the light like an animal caught in a trap.
The car contained the Reynolds family, and they were on their way back home to Riverton after spending some time at Grandma’s house.
The little boy in the backseat sat bolt upright and asked with great eagerness, “What’s that man doin’, Mama?”
“Never you mind, son. Just look away. That’s what the Lord would want,” she said as confidently as she could. Then the woman said a little silent prayer.
Mr. Reynolds’ mouth tightened until his lips all but disappeared. “Probably one of those crazy hippies we been hearin’ about on the TV doin’ somethin’ perverted.”
Mrs. Reynolds said, “Should we stop somewhere and call the law.” Her voice quivered with uncertainty.
“I should stop and kick that boy’s behind is what I should do,” replied Mr. Reynolds.
September 24th
1:30 a.m. by Littlewing
Jack couldn’t stop shaking. It was not the sadness of his life, but the thought of meeting Ennis Del Mar that made him tremble. Jack was a mess! He found himself out on his back porch, but didn’t know how he got there! He looked at the window of his bedroom and wondered how he got up without waking Lureen and the baby. The cool of the evening reminded him of the calm before dawn up on brokeback. The thought of his favorite place on earth steeled him. He found his courage once more and entered his home. Almost time to go!
2:47a.m. by Littlewing1957
Jack Twist lay in his bed, sandwiched between his wife and son. Little Bobby was asleep, his chest heaving against Jack’s side. He patted his son’s tiny head as he looked upon his wife. She was snuggled up against him, breathing calmly; not a care in the world. Jack ran a finger through her silky auburn hair. “It’s not you..” He whispered to his sleeping spouse as he thought of Ennis Del Mar: the true love of his life. If everything was to go as planned, he could leave Lureen, someone he can live with, for Ennis, the one person he can’t live without. If Ennis said the word, Jack wouldn’t be back. The prospect of living the sweet life with Ennis both terrified and excited him. But what of Lureen and Bobby? Jack had it all figured out. Just a few hours more, and the second half of his life could begin…
2:49 a.m. by Littlewing1957
Ennis sat up on his lumpy mattress and looked at the battery powered clock on his bureau. 2:49 a.m.! He was bone weary, but was too hyper to sleep. The thought of Jack’s visit had him climbing the walls. Alma didn’t stir, couldn’t image his torment. She slept soundly, curled up on her side of the warm bed. He thought about getting a beer to calm his nerves, but thought better of it. He wouldn’t show up for work tomorrow; he couldn’t. It was all arranged. No way could Ennis do an honest day’s work agonizing about Jack driving all the way from Texas to see him. Ennis had to will himself to sleep, nerves be damned! It wouldn’t do to be too dang tired to welcome his friend. When Alma stirred a bit, Ennis pulled her close in an effort to calm himself. The feel of her supple body somehow mellowed him and he was able to sleep…
6:49 a.m. by Toycoon
The hot steam wafting off of the asphalt blurred the horizon line where the gray of the road met the azure of the Texas sky; Jack kept his eyes on the highway but his mind was on the postcard laying on the front seat beside him and it's remittor.
"What's Ennis gonna look like? It's been four years since we seen each other, he was gettin' married last time I seen 'im, wonder if he's changed?" pondered Jack, his mind going in several directions.
The lack of sleep began to catch up to Jack so he switched on the radio and turned the sound up. "I'm goin' up on Heartbreak Mountain, 'cause I've lost my will to live...." warbled Buck Owens over the airwaves; Jack turned the radio off then rolled down the window for some fresh air.
8:13 am by Dagi
Ennis knew he had been in the shower too long, his skin wrinkly, the room filled with hot steam, the water about to get lukewarm, but he didn't want to get out into the cold reality of the apartment.
The memory of Jack's hands, lathering him after a long day with the sheep, until he came all over Jack's lap, this memory had been enough to bring him over the edge, tilting his head back and moaning out loud – he was sure Alma had heard it, and the thought of what she might think of him jerking off in the shower made his cheeks get even redder.
He still tried to calm his breath and rubbed his right eye with the ball of his hand. “Jack.” he whispered, savoring the name like a ripe, sweet fruit, running his tongue over his wet lips. “Jack..........Jack...........Jack."
11:30 a.m. by Littlewing1957
Alma sat by herself at the kitchen table, nursing a lukewarm mug of coffee. She just a moment ago cleared the breakfast dishes, washed them, put them back in the cupboard. The girls were down for a nap, but where was Ennis? Alma didn’t have the energy to go look for him. He was probably downstairs, sitting on a wobbly chair in the Laundromat. Alma noticed her husband sitting downstairs in the Laundromat on several occasions, staring at the dryer and it's revolving motion, watching as it tousled clothes round and round. Alma’s heart sank when she saw her husband sitting there, all alone, invariably holding a cold bottle of beer. If only he could talk to her, tell her all about it.
Ennis sat and watched a dryer turn. He was not alone, but was in the company of a stout, older woman sporting a burgundy beehive, and wearing a green shirtwaist dress. Ennis noticed earlier the woman reduced to washing clothes with face soap. "That poor lady," Ennis thought as he watched the woman break off pieces of Ivory soap and throw them in the washer. “Someone poorer than me!"
Jack should be along at any time! The very thought of seeing Jack again both excited and terrified Ennis. He would go back up to the apartment in a bit, but for the time being, he was content to sit on the white plastic chair in the Laundromat, savor the peace of noisy machinery. When he was ready for another beer, he would return home. He would go home and wait. Wait for Jack Twist.
Late Afternoon by Littlewing1957
“He won’t show!” Ennis moaned as he sat on the window seat, just in front of the massive living room window. He was downing beer after beer in an effort to control his nerves. It didn’t work. Time for another beer just to ease the hysteria that Jack changed his mind. Ennis walked past Alma into the kitchen for another brew. Whiskey would have worked wonders, but he made a point to keep the hard stuff out of the apartment.
Alma made some remark about taking Jack to the Knife and Fork, which Ennis promptly vetoed. There was no way he would share Jack Twist with his wife – no fuckin’ way! Ennis lit another cig and sat down on his couch. He tried to keep from shaking, and soon his nervousness gave way to despair. When did Jack say he would arrive? Jack didn’t say, really. He laid his head back up against the couch and half heard Alma coaxing their daughter to finish her supper. One last bite and Alma Jr. ran past him into her room. And just then, Ennis heard it! He heard the sound of a truck approaching the parking lot.
Ennis was up almost before he realized it. He didn’t even see his wife as he dashed past her and pulled the apartment doors open! Ennis felt a mixture of relief, arousal, and deep affection as he stood on the landing and beheld his friend. “He looks like a million bucks!” Ennis thought as he shouted,
“Jack Fuckin’ Twist…..”
4.15pm by spiceylife
“If he shows.”
He’ll show. Sure he will. Jack Twist’s a man of his word, I know that much. He’ll come. Won’t he?
His nerves were almost shot. The waiting was so hard.
Feel like a kid at Christmas waitin’ ta open the presents. Jesus, hurry Jack…
He lit up another smoke, his twentieth for the day, and flicked the cheap, plastic lighter - on, off, on, off – his leg bouncing up and down with nervous tension…fiery anticipation at seeing that handsome face again, that ready smile….
What’ll I do? Will I kiss him? Like I used ta? Sweetest lips I ever seen, ever tasted. Or felt. Ah, fuck, Del Mar! You ain’t gonna kiss him! Whatcha thinkin, ya damn fool? Christ! Kiss another man out in public? Christ, anyone could see us, and no tellin what they’d fuckin do! Ain’t gonna risk Alma seein’ us, no way. No, ya ain’t kissin Jack here. That ain’t gonna happen. Save it for later, Del Mar.
He grabbed another icy beer from the fridge, his eighth for the day, and gulped down most of it in one hit, trying to ease his frayed emotions.
When he gets here, I’ll jes’ walk down those stairs and slap him on the back a few times, just like I do with the other ranch hands when I ain’t seen ‘em in a while. That’s it. That’s what I’m gonna do. Slap his back and say ‘How ya doin’, bud? How ya been?’ Jes like that. Like normal. Two guys smoochin each other? No way. I can stand it ‘til later. I ain’t kissin’ Jack out in the street.
He drained the rest of the amber fluid from the bottle as his mind drifted away, slowly filling with precious, secret, tightly-held memories of big teeth and full, curved lips, of dark hair and broad shoulders, of large, rough hands and tight denim and eyes that knew him so well…
The wind swirled and twisted, blowing fiercely in the street below as the sound of a pickup drew closer.
A Few Minutes Later by Littlewing1957
Jack looked up toward the landing and felt his face break into a grin. Ennis Del Mar! Just look at the man! As sexy and tasty as ever! Jack noticed how Ennis dressed up to greet him. A nice white shirt, newly pressed, and hair neatly trimmed. Yes, that Ennis Del Mar looks like a million bucks.
“Son of a bitch!” Jack murmured as he took the steps 2 and 3 at a time. Just a few seconds and the lovers crashed into each other chests first, warmly embracing. Ennis looked around to see if they had some measure of privacy, and inched Jack under the stairs. Jack was rather shocked at Ennis’ spontaneous motion, but he allowed himself to be led. And they kissed. They kissed and tongued wildly at first, then gentled and rubbed. Ennis looked upon his man and nuzzled him, whispered “later,” as he walked up the steps to his apartment. Jack followed warily, aware that it was time to meet the wife.
After the introductions, and after the small talk about the kids, Ennis and Jack took their leave of a dazed and conflicted Alma to find a motel…
September 24th: Third Party by BBM-Cat
She fixed her hair, put on a dab of lip color, and one of her better dresses to meet Ennis’ friend from Texas; a reddish-orange, one-piece knit, matching the reddish highlights in her hair. It was also a bit clingy, showcasing her feminine breasts. Alma was very excited to think they were going on a social outing, and with a Texas gentleman. She couldn’t remember the last time she and Ennis had gone out together, much less taken a guest out to eat. She planned to suggest the Knife and Fork to Ennis.
Alma thought Ennis was behaving particularly nervous. She’d never seen him down so many beers and chain-smoke in such a short period of time. He sat staring out the window as if compelling his friend to materialize. Alma realized she didn’t know much about Ennis’ friend. She wanted to ask Ennis, but he didn’t look like he wanted to be bothered with a bunch of questions or with small-talk. He was also getting rather drunk. The afternoon dragged on. Jenny was getting hungry. It didn’t look like Ennis’ friend Jack was going to show after all. By late afternoon, her suggestion of going to the Knife and Fork was rejected.
Alma felt rejected too. She finished feeding the last bites of Jenny’s dinner at the table. She was silently brooding about not getting to go out. It seemed things always had to be Ennis’ way. Just in case, Alma decided not to change out of her dress so that she could still look her best if Ennis’ friend arrived. And maybe Ennis would change his mind. Alma got up to clear the dishes from the table. She heard Ennis jump up and bolt out of the apartment door. Alma thought that maybe she too should go outside to greet Ennis’ friend, though it was certainly more proper to bring a guest to the door.
Alma put the last of the dishes in the sink and dried her hands on a kitchen towel. Making her way over to the apartment door, she wondered why Ennis had not yet brought his friend up to meet her. She opened the inner door of the apartment, expecting to see Ennis barging up the steps with his friend, or to hear their boisterous greetings. Instead, it was strangely quiet. She put her hand on the screen door. She stopped suddenly, after pushing it open with a slight creak.
Completely stunned, Alma could see Ennis in the far stairwell with a man in a red shirt. A cowboy hat lay on the ground. They were pressed up tightly against each other, Ennis' shirt untucked, hands touching each other's faces, kissing passionately. She didn’t want to look, but at the same time, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She wasn’t exactly sure what she saw. She knew she didn't want them to see her. Alma thought that maybe if she crept back quietly into the apartment, the images would go away, though the sudden sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach did not.
