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JACK WITH ENNIS fanfic game - the archive
« on: June 23, 2007, 03:34:25 pm »
This is the READ ONLY Jack with Ennis Archive thread of Toycoon´s


"Introducing the new Jack with Ennis fanfic game - the Bettermost Edition"

Each post contains the stories of one page of the original thread, so that you can easily find them over there if you want to comment on one of them.


Please do not comment here. But since we all live for comments, they are very welcome on the original board!

« Last Edit: August 18, 2007, 03:25:40 pm by Dagi »

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« Reply #1 on: June 23, 2007, 03:39:52 pm »
Dancing with Jack by Toycoon

He never was much for dancing, not much rhythm, but Ennis sure did like to watch Jack, shaking his butt and woopin' around while drinkin', listening to the transistor and sitting on the porch at Don Rowe's cabin under the full moon.

When Sam Cook came on over the radio, it was as though Jack had been electrocuted because he sprung up, yanked Ennis out of his chair and yelled, " This is my favorite song! "

Ennis was thankful it was a slow number because it gave him a chance to rub his smooth chest against Jack's hairy chest and find the rhythm that a full moon can coax out of a man.



Two Hearts by Susie

“Come take a look, honey!” Ennis walked over to Jack, who was grinning and pointing proudly to the tree, a small heart carved into the trunk with the initials “JT” at the top and “EdM” underneath, “So…. no matter where we are, we’ll always be together” Jack’s eyes were brimming over with love; Ennis gathered him up into his arms, “Jack Fu ckin Twist! Never figured you for a romantic fool!”

That was over twenty years ago now and with everything so overgrown Ennis had a hard time finding the right tree; the carving was faint but the heart was still just visible; he took out his knife and carved a second heart into the trunk, this time with the letters “EdM” at the top and “JT” underneath, and satisfied with his handy work, he stood back and gazed at the two hearts side by side.

“Love you Jack. If I could hold you in my arms right now, you'd know that.”, he ran his thumb over the old carving, hearing Jack's voice, hardly a whisper, drifting into his mind, the words “S’alright, s’alright”, comforting him; “I Gotta go”, he said quietly, wiping away a few stray tears and climbing back into the saddle; Jack Twist was right, no matter where they were, in this life or the next, they would always be together.



Never really apart
by Malina

It always tugged at Jack's heart when Ennis left. He knew it was just for the night, and that they couldn't leave them damn sheep alone on the mountain with the coyotes, more greedy than ever now that fall was approaching. Still, every time Jack watched Ennis ride off in the dusk on Cigar Butt, that little edge of fear twisted inside him... thinkin', what if this is the night Ennis changes his mind? What if somethin' happens to him up there and he don't come back down at all? Foolish thoughts, and Jack tried to keep on top a them ... still, always hard ta see Ennis leavin', even just for the night.

This night in August was different. Tired from a full day of wrasslin' those woolies around, not to mention wrasslin' with his man, Jack felt every muscle in his body relax as he stared dreaming at the fire. He breathed in smoke an' mountain air and felt his eyes close to the sounds of Ennis gatherin' up stuff preparin' to go. This night, didn't even feel bad that Ennis was goin. He'd be on the same mountain, after all. Brokeback joined them, Jack thought, half dozing. Never really apart, both a them on Brokeback. Jack stood, sleepin' on his feet like a horse, feeling that whole mountain as part of his body and his heart. Ennis wasn't really leavin', even when he rode off.

Eyes still closed, Jack felt strong arms come around him from behind, like to confirm his thoughts. He felt Ennis's breath on his shoulder and humming his ear. He felt Ennis rock him and whisper a bit, leaned against the steady heartbeat, felt the lonely place inside him filled for good. Never really apart, he thought again, thinkin' he'd say the words out loud but next second forgetting to. Felt like Ennis heard him in any case.

Ennis mumbled 'gotta go', his hand clutching Jack's coat one final time as if not wantin' to pull away. He turned slightly, looked at  Jack's face in the dozy firelight, and all his resolve was gone. Facing Jack, seeing Jack's blue eyes open sleepily and search his face, Ennis pulled him close again, face to face this time, feeling Jack's arms close around him, too, and next second, Jack's slightly parted lips warm against his own. Never really apart, Ennis thought, feelin' like the mountain could stretch out into all of time and space an' keep on being home.

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« Reply #2 on: June 23, 2007, 03:46:46 pm »
The Ad by littlewing

Ennis Del Mar walked into his too hot trailer after a long day at the ranch. He was feeling a bit more human these days, especially after having completed a full day of back-breaking labor. Ennis was a man who felt pride at doing an honest day's work to feed himself and his children.

Ennis dropped his thermos and gloves onto his battered couch. He would look around his fridge for something to eat later. That is, unless Cassie came over uninvited with a tuna casserole in both hands. He wasn't that hungry, anyway. A full day of work usually took his appetite clean away.

Perhaps a bit of TV was in order. Ennis reached over to his little coffee table and turned on his black and white 19in television. The reception out there at the park was poor, and he had to adjust the rabbit ears to get the channels in clear. He turned the dial in an attempt to find something good to watch. Nothing on. Until...could it be? Ennis saw a man that looked a lot like Jack, and he was standing outside what seemed to be a car dealership. Ennis shook his head in disbelief as he realized that the man in the commercial was indeed Jack Twist! Jack stood next to a monstrous combine and gave his spiel about Newsome motors being the best in town, blah, blah, blah. Ennis watched transfixed at the sight! Jack Twist was looking mighty fine in a grey looking resistol, dark suit coat, jeans. He had on snakeskin boots and his mustache looked newly waxed. Ennis wondered how much Mr. Newsome spent to have the ad placed in so many markets. And he was amazed that Jack's father- in- law would allow him to represent the company. But those thoughts flew from Ennis' mind when his gaze moved down to Jack's tight jeans. He couldn't remember a word of what Jack said, but he would never forget the beauty of his lover, or the rise of desire he felt down below.


Let´s go away by littlewing


This is a fragment of  tale that I posted as a continuation of one of Toycoon's fics.  I guess it makes sense on its own?


Jack felt a slight tremor wash over him as he heard Ennis' admission: "And I missed you!" Jack never thought in a million years that Ennis would say such a thing! Jack snuggled Ennis closer, careful not to irritate his already bruised lips.

"You think we can get away for a bit, friend?" Jack whispered, his eyes twinkling at the prospect of a few days alone with his lover. "Call Alma now. Make up something.. anything. Let's go away for a spell. We can hunt, fish, make love, do whatever you want! Just be with me!"

Ennis was silent as he considered Jack's proposal. He couldn't just up and leave his family on such short notice, could he? And what about work? When Jack reached down and tenderly palmed his manhood, licked the shaft with an eager tongue, he almost hated Jack for using his sex to persuade him! However, once Jack encircled him with his mouth, Ennis reached for the phone...


Sweet Tooth by littlewing

Yet another fragment that I found saved to my hard drive.  I hope this one makes sense on it's own?

Ennis released Jack and felt a stirring, a gust rising to a whirlwind of desire. He had an idea. "Hey Jack, still got that sweet tooth?" To say that Jack Twist was surprised..well..he never knew Ennis to take the initiative, be creative, or even suggest that they "do it." Jack knew what Ennis meant and croaked, "Oh hell yeah, Cowboy! What you got?"

Their bedroom was all rustic splendor with a bed sturdy enough to support the wrestling of two well built young men. Ennis spread the sheets and patted Jack's side of the bed. "Come, lie here, Bud. Trust me." Jack climbed onto his side of the bed and when prone closed his eyes in anticipation. "I trust you, Cowboy!"

Ennis gently spread Jack's thighs and very tenderly anointed his love with chocolate syrup. When the slurping and smacking began, Jack gripped and tore the sheets, barely able to preserve his sanity. "What has gotten into you, Ennis Del Mar?" Ennis didn't answer as Jack convulsed and then relaxed....


Reflexology by littlewing

Jack drove 14 hours to meet up with Ennis at Don Wroe's cabin. And as usual, he didn't give it a second thought. He was reminded of a poem that Lureen loved: a sweeping, epic rhyme that he believed was titled, "The Highwayman." Jack pondered his 14 hour treks whenever Lureen was in a poetic mood and read aloud:

Look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight!
I'll come to thee by moonlight,
Though hell should bar the way!

Jack vowed that as long as he was breathing, he would find his way to Ennis, even if the gates of hell itself stood in his way. Jack felt guilty when he thought of Lureen. She had no way of knowing that a poem she loved so much held such a secret, special meaning for him. Poor Lureen!

He had a surprise for his lover: a certain something that he knew Ennis would like, but he was fearful, almost embarassed, not sure how Ennis would react to the treat that he had in store for him! Jack climbed the steps to the threshold of Don Wroe's cabin, fettered with a travel duffle, extra food (Ennis promised to bring the bulk of the vittles) and an additional bag that housed the surprise.

Jack found Ennis sprawled asleep on the overstuffed couch. His legs were spread wide, his fair hair plastered across his high forehead. Jack felt the old, familiar stirrings just gazing at his beloved, but he cast the feelings aside. After all, they had all week to be together. Jack decided to let Ennis sleep while he put his things away. Once his gear was safely in one of the bedrooms, Jack reached into his extra bag and fetched a mat: a yoga mat, to be exact, and placed it on the floor in front of the couch were Ennis was still sound asleep. He arranged his tools in a neat row in front of the mat and sat very still, closed his eyes.

Ennis woke with a start when Jack, growing impatient, rubbed the soles of his feet with a delicate hand.

"Hey Bud, Ennis began, as he wiped the sleep from his beautiful eyes. "When did you get in?" Ennis looked down at Jack's feet and noticed the mat, a small book, a bottle that contained an oily looking liquid. Jack was sitting in a strange position with one leg crossed over the other.

"Jack, what is going on?" Ennis asked, incredulous. "What's with all that stuff? How long have you been here?"

"So many questions, Cowyboy!" Jack began as he palmed Ennis' right ankle. "I just got in about 15 minutes ago. I thought I would put my stuff away and let you sleep for a few more minutes. You have a good rest?"

"Yes, thanks. But what is all this?" Ennis asked, as he pointed to Jack's gear.

"Listen, Bud, I want to do something for you. Don't be creeped out. This is very natural and healing. You'll like it, and I'm sure you'll benefit from it. Just stay where you are and be still." Jack uncrossed his legs and reached for the oil. "I wanted to have the technique memorized, but I haven't had the time. I'm going to give you a foot massage. It's called reflexology."

"Reflex what?" Ennis laughed as he shook his head. "Is that supposed to do something?"

"Yeah, it's supposed to do something, you ass!" Jack, testy now. "Look, just hold on and let me begin. You won't want me to stop when I get goin'" Ennis shrugged and let Jack begin his minsitrations. He oiled Ennis' left foot with a liberal dose of the lotion. "Now I'm going to work on your liver," Jack began as he massaged circles on Ennis' sole.

"Ahhhhhhhh Budddd...that is so good!" Ennis almost passed out from the pleasure of Jack's massage. He had never been touched on his feet by anyone, ever. Jack's gift for nuturing never ceased to amaze Ennis. he allowed himself to be pampered. Jack continued the massage on the other foot. By the time he had finished, Ennis was sound asleep. Jack chuckled and put his tools away. He would have Ennis return the favor - that was for sure! As he folded his mat and placed the gear back into his bag, Jack thought about the hippies who stopped by his office one December evening. They were a married couple who were passing through Childress, but had car trouble and were lost, cold and hungry. Jack fed them, provided a few hours of warmth and had his mechanics fix their Volkwagon Bus. And in return, the couple left him with the yoga mat, the oil and a book on how to perform reflexology. What better way to put the gear to use than to treat Ennis Del Mar? Jack changed his clothes, got cleaned up and started supper. They would eat good that night. And after the main course, the dessert...


The Rain by littlewing

Under willows encircled with ivy
We take cover in blustery weather
My arms are wreathed about you,
In my rain cape we huddle together

I was wrong, my love, not ivy
But hops encircle this willow.
Well then, let’s spread in its shelter
My cape for a rug and a pillow.
                        -Boris Pasternak


Ennis enjoyed the rain.  He remembers listening to the soft whisper of rain drops when he was a boy, and craving the dewy feel of rain on his forehead.  On Brokeback the rains came often -  Rain as heavy as beaded curtains, flowing, dancing in the wind.

Jack Twist hated the rain, cursed the wind, the wet!  He loathed herding sheep in the rain.  Ennis knew this and thought he should carve a little something for his friend, perhaps a small dog?  Jack Twist always loved a small dog.

The tent was warm enough, and the view out of the tent flap of all that glorious rain!  The small dog was coming along fine, but Ennis missed Jack.  When the wind calmed down a bit, he would perhaps surprise his mate with a bottle of whiskey, a small dog and a cape big enough for two.

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« Reply #3 on: June 23, 2007, 03:52:42 pm »
The Strawberry Roan by Shasta

"..............He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range
He'll turn on a Nickel and give you some change
He hits on all fours and goes up on high
Leaves me a spinnin' up there in the sky
I turns over twice and I comes back to earth
I lights in a cussin' the day of his birth
I know there are ponies that I cannot ride
There's some of them left, they haven't all died.

I'll bet all my money, the man ain't alive
That'll stay with Old Strawberry
When he makes his high diiiiiiiiiiiiive."

Ennis sat back as he finished the song, his gravelly voice holding the last note a little longer than Marty Robbins would have.

"Ennis," drawled Jack, "that's a pretty fair rendition of that particular lyric."

Ennis, watching intently as Jack tossed another chunk of wood on the campfire,  emitted a noncommittal grunt at what he hoped was a compliment from his new buddy.



Silent Confessions... by Lucise

Ennis looked lovingly at Jack’s resting form – his breathing was steady and soft, and his face was as peaceful as that of a sleeping child.

“My little darlin’,” he whispered, snuggling closer into Jack before draping a protective arm around him...how easy it was to let go of the words when he was certain that Jack was asleep.

Soon, Ennis fell into sweet slumber; Jack opened his eyes slowly and kissed his lover’s lips lightly, “I love you too,” he said softly, drawing the sleeping man into his arms.



The Night After
by Cameron


Ennis looked up at the stars.  The night was clear, the moon were bright.  The sheep were crying and singing all around him.  The night was warm just like the last night had been.

Ennis closed his eyes.  He was back in the tent, back in Jack’s warm arms.  He could feel it all again, Jack’s warm lips on his trembling lips , Jack’s hands traveling all over him, sending sparks of fire all through him.  He had been so nervous, but it all became so sweet.

Ennis opened his eyes.  He looked back up at the stars.  He could feel their distant fire and warmth.  He looked down the mountain, he could see Jack’s campfire.  A wave of desire swept over him.



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« Reply #4 on: June 23, 2007, 03:56:13 pm »
The Old Spark by Susie

“Gonna snow t’night for sure” Jack was looking up at the sky, thick black clouds looming overhead, air so cold it was sending out streams of mist with every breath.  The two elderly men sat rocking on the porch swing, Jack’s hair white as snow, belly popping out over his jeans,  Ennis bald but for a few fine wisps, still lean, although a little softer round the edges.  They passed the Old Rose back and forth between them, enjoying the peace and quiet of the evening.

“Now this is what I call a sweet life, old friend” Jack commented, his voice a little deeper and huskier these days.  “Less of the ‘old’ there bud!  I may be 73 but I could still pin you down on this porch if I wanted to” Ennis chuckled, not sure his knees would survive the hard wooden boards.  “I’d like to see you try” Jack retorted, starting a mock tussle, laughing and wheezing and giving up after five minutes.

“Maybe not” admitted Ennis.  “Tell you what, Ennis Del Mar, you can pin me down any time you want!” Jack flashed him a sly grin, settling back down on the swing and taking another swig from the bottle.  “Jack, I swear…” Ennis smiled, taking Jack’s hand and weaving their fingers together, bringing it up to his lips, kissing it softly and placing it onto his lap.


Sleepin by Dagi (page 10)

„I´m sleepin“ murmured Jack when he felt Ennis´s hot hands on his butt and his swollen member pressed against his back.

„Ya sure?“ whispered Ennis in a husky voice, hungry with desire.

Growing hard in no time Jack gave in with a little sigh, wondering if he would ever, ever in his life learn to resist, but considering the fact that they were about to turn seventyfour he doubted that....


    
Sleepin (2) by littlewing

“I hope you can finish what you’re startin!”  It was Jack, trying to turn his arthritis ridden bones toward his love.  “You still think you can satisfy me, old man?”  Jack was only teasing as he placed a tender kiss on Ennis’ still luscious mouth.

“Just turn over, Rodeo, that is… if ya can!”  Ennis laughed as he returned Jack’s kiss.  He gently moved behind Jack’s still firm buttocks, but something was wrong!  Jack pushed up against him, but Ennis couldn’t do it.  He hung his head and silently cursed his aged body.  Jack noticed his lover’s change in mood and turned to face him straight on.

“It’s alright, it’s alright!”  Jack soothed as he cradled Ennis head in his leathery, age spotted hands.  “Here, just lay on my chest, just like the old days."  Jack soothed and rocked as Ennis settled in.  "Listen, you don’t have to do anything, Cowboy.  Just be with me!”  Jack whispered.  Ennis cuddled into his lover’s arms and wiped at the tears falling in a puddle on Jack’s chest.  Jack rocked them both to a satisfied slumber.



My Hand in His by littlewing

He held my hand. He didn’t want to let go. Did he sense that our time together on Brokeback was coming to an end? Jack Twist took my hand one day, led me over streams and through fields, my hand in his, his hand in mine. We washed our bodies and our clothes holding hands, cooked with hands intertwined, ate with our hands clasped. One time Jack Twist even brought my palm to his mouth, kissed it tenderly, but didn’t let go. There we stood, face to face, Jack kissing the front and the back of my hand. My hand in his, his hand in mine. These days I am always drawn back to that time, see the two us standing watching the sunset, standing there with clasped hands. My hand in his, his hand in mine.

« Last Edit: June 23, 2007, 04:45:59 pm by Dagi »

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« Reply #5 on: June 23, 2007, 03:58:19 pm »
Last One In by Toycoon

The smell of sweat, whiskey, shame and cigarettes permeated the air; adultery and sound of silence in the cab of Ennis' pick up truck was nearly deafening until they pulled up to the edge of the cliff above the lake.

They threw open the doors then cowboy hats, boots, pants and inhibitions went flying in every direction; Jack jumped first and yelled, "Last one in is a rotten..." SPLASH!

Their lips and their naked bodies came together with a hard, wet slap.



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« Reply #6 on: June 23, 2007, 04:07:29 pm »
Asking For It by Toycoon

The passion and animal lust was extremely intense and building by the second between the two men.

 Jack removes his jacket and Ennis felt conflicted but obviously extremely sexually aroused.

 Jack undid his jeans then Ennis exploded into action. He pushed Jack into position but if Jack had not wanted what was about to happen, he would have stopped it right then and there. He didn't.

Asking for it (2) by littlewing (page 8)

Jack wanted it.  He wanted Ennis to fill him to bursting, to love him, use him.  But he also wanted more!  Jack wanted the moment, the feeling, the closeness.  Jack wanted a kiss.

But the kiss could wait until later.  Days later, if need be.  For now Jack Twist was content to be taken.  Taken violently, if that is what Ennis wanted.  He needed to see that Ennis had it all!

One forceful push and Ennis was in.  Jack fell into an uneasy rhythm - back and forth, while Ennis pushed in an out!  What a sweet, delicious pain.....



Too Early In The Summer
by Dagi

< Beans.  Beans beans beans. I´m sick of ´em.>

< Hmm...>

< Taste ain´t that bad, but ...mbmummbfrt....>

< Huh? Mumbling used to be my part. What´d ya say?>

< Said ´they make me fart.´>

< Um...well...> Ennis grins.

< I´ll run them sheep off if I go on like that. Maybe that´s why I ain´t shot me no coyote yet, ´cause they don´t come close enough with all that...gas around. Expect that goddamn puptent to take off like a  balloon some night!>

Ennis laughes out loud, jerking his head back, eyes sparkling.

´This boy is f*uckin´too cute when he laughs...´

< Your guts don´t react like this, or what? >

< Hm, no, think they are used to beans. >

The cowboys go on eating in silence.

Ennis, sniffing : <Uh! What´s that? Was that you? >

< NO, MAN! Bud, I´d never fart as long as you´re around! Don´t want to run you off, friend! It wasn´t me! >

< Naw, me neither, told you I don´t fart, beans or no beans, it must´ve been you!>

Jack laughs, jumps up and over to Ennis, grabs his shirt, and tuzzling and laughing they fall on the ground ...


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« Reply #7 on: June 23, 2007, 04:24:08 pm »
Craving by Susie

“Here, let me do that for you lil’ darlin’… is that sore, right there?” Jack winced, Jesus, it hurt like hell! Ennis dabbed the clean towel carefully over Jack’s lip, split open, blood everywhere. The skin around his right eye was in pretty bad shape too, turning three shades of purple, the eye itself, closing up with the swelling.

“You sure that’s how it happened, Jack?”

“Like I said, I climbed out of the truck, stumbled on the curb and smashed my face on the sidewalk.” Jack was shaken up badly, but what else could he say? That he got jumped, walking out of a grocery store? Ennis would surely turn tail and run if he found out that two fellas had taken a disliking to him, calling him "fag got" and kicking the sh it out of him just for fun.

Ennis guided him over to the bed, laying him down gently, sliding in behind him and pulling the sheet over them. He knew Jack was lying, his story would explain some of the bruises on his face, but what about the twisted arm and busted ribs? Nothing to be done about it right now though.

“Come here baby, I need you t’night”, Jack reached back and took a hold of Ennis’ hand, bringing it forward and down. Ennis laughed, “Are you kidding me? You’re in no fit state to even move, Dumbass”.

“Just tell me then, tell me what you’re doin’ to me Ennis, I need to hear you”.

“I dunno Jack, I ain’t no good with words, you know that.”

“I don’t care, only you and me here, I ain’t telling no-one.”

Ennis closed his eyes, laying his head close to Jack’s, stroking the skin on his belly, this wasn’t gonna be easy, but he would do it, do it for Jack.

His voice was soft and deep in Jack’s ear, “You’re lying under me Jack, looking up at me with those eyes, I’m fallin’ into those baby blue eyes.” Jack sighed, snuggling up against him, guiding Ennis’ hand down over his groin, wrapping it softly round him, Ennis relaxing a little, voice slowing down some.

“Sweat’s tricklin’ down your chest, I’m lickin’ it with my tongue, you taste so good Jack, never tasted anythin’ so good.” Ennis was moving his hand back and forth slowly, Jack still holding onto him.

“I’m lifting your legs up on my shoulders, I’m inside you, deep inside. I’m going crazy Jack, wanna pound you so hard, but I stay in control, moving real slow, all the way in…. and all the way out. You feel so tight and hot round me, suckin’ me in.” Jack was rocking next to him, forwards and backwards into his hand, breath coming in ragged.

“You’re nearly there, I can tell, I can see it in your face, eye’s scrunchin’ up, biting down on your tongue. I can hear it too Jack, coming from the back of your throat, like you’re cryin’ and gaspin’ for air…. Yeah, just like that” Ennis tightening his grip, moving faster, his voice barely a whisper.

“You’re so close now I can hardly stand it, I’m steadying you with my hands, slowing you down, taking my time.” Jack’s back was arching against him, holding onto Ennis’s hand, pushing hard into it, whimpering, Ennis’ voice trailing off to more of a breath than a whisper, “You’re comin’ now lil’ darlin’… comin’ for me…”

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« Reply #8 on: June 23, 2007, 04:27:55 pm »
Carving a Horse by Toycoon

Ennis started whittling faster and faster with the anticipation of completing his well observed and skillfully carved horse sculpture.

"I wonder if Jack will recognize his mare without a rider or would he just think it was queer for a man to give another fella a present," thought Ennis, "and damn, is it ever gonna quit raining?"

He took out another piece of pine from his satchel, closed his eyes and began imaging the cowboy hat, the strong back, the thick arms and the tight thigh muscles of a man before putting the block of wood aside.


A surprise Gift by Toycoon

When Jack rode up on his horse, weary from the long commute, Ennis already had supper ready to serve so he handed Jack a plate and the two men sat down to eat in relative silence until Ennis pulled something from his satchel; he had carved a wooden replica of Jack's mare as a gift for Jack.

"Wowee Ennis! You whittle that all yerself?" exclaimed Jack, turning the little horse over in his hands, inspecting the detail and craftsmanship. Jack had never been given such a thoughtful gift from anyone, let alone other man and the kind gesture rendered him speechless.

Suddenly, impulsively Jack threw his arms around Ennis and hugged him firmly, their cheeks pressing together; Jack's lips brushed against Ennis' face and he felt a strange tingle at his groin.



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« Reply #9 on: June 23, 2007, 04:34:44 pm »
Marriage Vows by Susie

“Come on Ennis, you know you wanna! Let’s do it now!”

“No Jack! Sounds kinda dumb to me.”

“It ain’t dumb! Just do it for me then Ennis. Please?”

“Oh alright then, as long as I don’t have to hold no posy!”

Jack sat cross legged on the picnic rug, opposite his lover, their faces bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Taking both hands in his, he began, “Repeat after me… I Ennis Del Mar, take you Jack Twist…” Ennis muttered the words, then on seeing the disappointment in Jack’s eyes, smiled a little and said them again more clearly.

“…. to be my husband” Ennis frowned, “Can’t I be your “Best Friend” or your “Partner” or somethin’?”

“Just say the goddamn words Ennis Del Mar!” and so they continued, with only the occasional protest from Ennis; “I’ll cherish you but I ain’t obeyin’ you, no way!”

“Right... now it’s your turn”, Ennis took on the role of Minister and began reciting the wedding vows, Jack smiling and eagerly repeating every word.

Finally, Jack sprang to his feet, dragging Ennis with him, eyes fixed upon him, squeezing his hands, “Ennis Del Mar and Jack Twist…. I now pronounce you husband and husband!” Beaming and bursting with happiness, he embraced Ennis mightily, and although Ennis had been a reluctant participant in the ceremony, he too was bubbling over with joy, and returned the embrace, holding Jack tightly in his arms.

No matter what happened in the future, Jack and Ennis were now bound, before God, by the sacred vow of marriage.



The Gift by littlewing

Jack walked out of Rudolph-Tracy’s jewelry store in downtown Dallas carrying a gaudy, two handled shopping bag. He always wanted to do something like this: purchase a gift for Ennis that symbolized his love for him, or perhaps mark his territory? Jack was understandably apprehensive, as he knew there was a good chance that Ennis would refuse the gift. Save for his thin wedding band, Ennis never wore jewelry!

But Jack saved for a year by putting away spare change, saving a dollar a day, that sort of thing, hiding the money in a place where Lureen would never find it. He kept a coffee can full of loose change and bills in the trunk of his Cadillac. Risky, sure, but it worked. In a year’s time Jack was able to save a sizeable sum and spent an indecent amount of money on 14K gold men’s ID bracelets. Jack had the bracelets ordered special as one spelled out Ennis’ name in pave diamonds, while the other matched perfectly, displaying Jack’s name in sparkling pave diamonds!

Jack chuckled as he climbed into his late model Cadillac. He wondered how he would ever find the courage to give Ennis a bracelet. He winced as he eyed the shopping bag on the passenger seat next to him. The bracelets couldn’t be returned as they were personalized. Ennis spelled out in diamonds? What was he thinking? Ah well, the deed was done. Now it was time to head home and get packed. He had a one Mr. Ennis Del Mar to meet and 1400 miles of road to travel....

The Gift (2) by littlewing

Jack placed his things on the bed nearest the window (all of the bedroom’s in Don Wroe’s cabin had two full sized beds) and removed the bracelet that he saved for a year to purchase.  Jack fully planned to give Ennis his gift after dinner, but he was losing his nerve.

Jack walked into the kitchen just as Ennis finished grilling two monster sized burgers.  Jack’s mouth watered at the sight of the meaty patties, and he removed cheese, grated lettuce and tomatoes from the well stocked fridge.  The meal of burgers, fries, Caesar salad and a strawberry torte for dessert was ready to be served.  Jack helped Ennis place the feast on the dining room table.

Ennis and Jack ate in companionable silence, and with gusto.  When the meal was devoured, Jack and Ennis decided to move to the living room to smoke a few cigs, and enjoy a bottle of whiskey on shares.  Ennis sat wide-legged on the couch, and invited Jack to sit next to him.  Ennis draped an arm around Jack’s shoulders, and played with the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

 “You okay, Rodeo?”  Ennis began.  “You look like you got somethin’ on yer mind.”

Jack thought he had better make a move or he would lose his resolve forever.

“En, I had this idea, a sort of wish I’ve been having’ for a long time.  We have never shared a gift between the two of us, and I want to make up for that.”

 Ennis listened intently, but remained silent, allowed Jack to continue.  Jack removed a long, velvet box from under the couch where he had placed it earlier.

 “Ennis, I had this made up special for you….I..I hope you like it, Bud.”

Ennis accepted the box with a trembling hand, and opened the lid.  He almost dropped the box when he saw the heavy 14K cable link chain separated by a plague on which the name JACK was spelled out in diamonds.

“Look, En,” Jack said as he raised a tentative wrist.  “I had one made up for me, too.”

Ennis looked at the identical bracelet sparking on Jack’s wrist and wondered how he missed it during supper.  Jack’s bracelet spelled out ENNIS in twinkling pave diamonds.  Ennis was speechless.  He accepted the gift with a quiet grace, and fastened it on his still trembling wrist.  Ennis was excited, amazed, and grateful, in spite of himself.  He never wore jewelry; thought it was prissy and girly, but he had to appreciate the effort, the love Jack must have put into this.  The bracelet was showy, surely cost a fortune, but Ennis thought he could pull it off.

“Look, Cowboy, you don’t have to wear it all the time, but just bring it with you when we meet up.  I would appreciate it if you could do that for me.  But if you ever find you need money, I won’t mind if you pawn it.”
Ennis chuckled and rubbed Jack’s cheek.

“I could never pawn or sell this, Jack!”  Ennis Began.  He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a small, bundle.  “Here, Bud, I know you had a birthday last month.  We couldn’t be together then, so I save up a bit and got you this.  I hope you like it.”

Jack ripped open the package and removed a cheap, gold plated lighter engraved with the initials, JMT.

“Ennis, it’s beautiful!”  Jack croaked, as he tried to regain his composure.  He was so moved by the gesture that he had to turn away.  “You didn’t have to get me anything, Cowboy.  You really should have saved the money for the girls.”

“Ah, its okay, Ennis began as he ruffled Jack’s hair.  “I didn’t spend too much!  You really like it?”

“I love it, En.  I’ll treasure it always.  Jack embraced his lover and stroked his back.

“Hey, you could have bought me a gorilla suit and not only would I have loved it, I would wear it!  I’ll be the combine saleman showing tractors to fat old farmers dressed as a gorilla!”

Ennis nearly fell off the couch laughing.  “Listen Bud, let’s go to bed.  We can show our gratitude in a lot of interestin’ ways…
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« Reply #10 on: June 23, 2007, 04:36:28 pm »
Breakfast in Dubois by Susie

They stopped briefly in Dubois for a bite to eat before heading on to Signal and back to the real world.  The two men sat in a quiet corner at the back of the diner, feasting on a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausages and a side order of pancakes; a welcome change from beans and taters.

Jack’s head was still spinning after that punch, had it all figured out before, but now he didn’t know what the hell was gonna happen.  He yearned to communicate in some way with his lover, who was sitting stony faced, in silence, eyes fixed firmly on his plate.

Ennis felt a tingling pressure on his leg, a foot moving slowly up the inside towards his knee, and looking up from his breakfast, he saw a weak, hopeful smile on Jack’s face.  For a moment, he forgot where he was and returned the smile, then suddenly aware of the folks around him, jumped up in horror, shot a murderous look at Jack, muttered “Gotta pee” and marched off in the direction of the bathroom.

Jack followed after him, looking around cautiously before closing the bathroom door behind him.  Ennis threw him against the wall, in a furious temper, one hand around his neck, “Do that again and I’ll knock yer fuckin’ head off!”

“Fuck you, Ennis!” Jack glared at him defiantly, shocked at his violent reaction, and disappeared into one of the stalls.  Ennis shoved the door open roughly, “This ain’t over yet, Jack!”   Jack was on him in an instant, a mixture of hurt, anger, and lust burning right through him, pushing him up against the door, grinding his hips into Ennis’ and forcing his tongue into Ennis’ mouth.  “This ain’t over by a long ways, Ennis!” he breathed, tearing at Ennis’ jeans and dropping to his knees.




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« Reply #11 on: June 23, 2007, 04:41:07 pm »
Another Reunion by littlewing


Ennis Del Mar was never inclined to notice the body of another man, but when he saw Jack Twist walking – no –running toward him, his head turned at the sight.  “Jack, you are so beautiful!”  Ennis mouthed, under his breath, as Jack flung his arms wide, welcomed Ennis into a warm embrace.

Jack folded Ennis close.  He touched his pave diamond bracelet to Ennis’ wrist, heard the tiny click of metal on metal, and was at once delighted that Ennis saw fit to wear his bracelet to their reunion.  “Let me look at you, Ennis Del Mar!”  Jack started as he broke the embrace and stepped just a few inches from his man.  “Just look at you, friend!  You look like a million bucks!”  Ennis was silent, but the wide flush that crept onto his full cheeks spoke volumes.

“C'mere!”  It was Ennis.  He beckoned for Jack, pulled him close once again.   Ennis held Jack’s head as he kissed him deep.  He was held captive by Jack’s eyes - unable to look away.  If he had to do without Jack’s kiss for another day?  Well, Ennis didn’t think he could survive it.  He reached between Jack’s thighs and cupped his swelling member.  Ennis rubbed and kneaded until Jack moaned into his mouth, felt his knees begin to buckle!  “Easy, Jack!”  Ennis whispered as he pulled Jack once more to a standing position.   “C’mon, Bud, I think we're ready!  Let’s go inside…”


    
Unexpected Feelings
by Toycoon

With his arms in a friendly embrace around his sheepherding partner, Jack felt an unexpected excitement deep in his loins causing his penis to stir; nothing he'd ever felt before was at once, exciting and terrifying.

Jack sunk to his knees, still clinging to the waistband of Ennis' jeans and ripping the fly open, held Ennis' manhood in his palm, quickly suckling it into his mouth.

Ennis closed his eyes tight, moaning and quivering in ecstasy; when he opened his eyes, it was dark and he was in the sheep herder's tent, alone, except for the carved wooden horse laying in the corner.


    
Unexpected feelings (2) by littlewing

Ennis was alone in the tent, but he was not lonely.  Reaching down to pull off his soiled jeans, Ennis allowed his mind to escape to the time when Jack Twist relieved him of his pants in one quick, skillful motion.

After his pants were in a puddle around his boots, Jack positioned himself between Ennis’ thighs and slobbed his knob for what seemed hours.  Ennis grimaced as he remembered the times he filled Jack’s mouth with his pleasure.

But now, he had to wash out his jeans before sundown.  It wouldn’t do to have Jack lean in and pull him out, and lick him down and….Ahhh..too late!  Not again?



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« Reply #12 on: June 23, 2007, 04:42:40 pm »
    
Bathin' with Ennis by Toycoon

After setting his boots side by side at the tangled roots, his pants on a low branch and his shirt above, Ennis hung his cowboy hat on the top the bramble bush, crowning the effigy of himself then a gentle breeze gave it life; he gingerly waded into the glassy lake and upon reaching waist height, stopped, turned and motioned for Jack to join him.

Jack, already naked, scampered to the edge then dove in, emerging from the water just behind Ennis a few seconds later; Jack's eyes languished over every element of Ennis' strong back, his elegant neck, sinewy muscles, the tiny birth marks, his lean waist, finally arriving at a patch of curly hair growing at the base of Ennis' spine, between the shallow dimples and above his crack.

Strangely, a song came to front of Jack's mind. I know shall meet you on that final day, Jack reached for Ennis' slim hips, Water walking Jesus, take me away and he softly kissed the curly patch of hair on Ennis' buttocks.

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« Reply #13 on: June 23, 2007, 04:44:42 pm »
    
The Sale by littlewing

Tammy Wroe wiped her brow, unable to believe the progress she was making in getting the cabin ready for sale.  Her grandpa, Don Wroe, left the cabin to her when he died in 1994.  Tammy didn’t know what to think or what to do when she learned that the cabin was hers.  Tammy loved her grandfather, but she never spent much time with him.  Her mom worked in the movie business, and moved Tammy to California when she was only 3 years old.   

Tammy’s life in L.A. was good, but when she found herself short on cash, she decided to visit Wyoming for the second time in her life.  Selling the good sized cabin may ease the financial burden of raising 2 children all alone.  The year 2025 was proving to be very hard for Tammy, and she needed the money.  Tammy’s once lucrative fortune telling business was beginning to suffer, even though her psychic gifts were genuine, and she helped a lot of people.  But times were hard and people could no longer afford to spend good money on fortune tellers.  Yes, selling Don Wroe's cabin was the only way.  Cleaning the cabin was backbreaking work, but it had to be done.  It took her 2 days to prepare the living room and kitchen.  Nothing left to do but clean the bathroom and the 3 bedrooms.  But as Tammy stepped into the master bedroom for the first time, she felt it!

Tammy braced herself against the sensation.  As she touched the quilt on the well preserved bed, Tammy thought she would fall in a swoon.  The energy was overpowering!  A male energy: passionate, forceful, very loving.  And suddenly from the corner of her eye, she saw it.  Tammy fell to the dusty carpet as she saw 2 shadowy images – vague, flowing, and twirling together in a dance of love.  Tammy never knew the history of Don Wroe’s cabin or what went on there.  But she knew the feeling of love, and this room was thick with it.  Tammy remembered entering rooms in homes, schools, restaurants and was amazed by the level of energy trapped there.  Some of it was so vile and brutal that she became ill.  But the energy that was trapped here, in Don Wroe’s master bedroom?  Tammy couldn’t believe it.  She wanted to know the names of the men whose loving energy is trapped in her granddad’s cabin.  When she was able to compose herself, Tammy pulled herself off the floor.  In a moment she knew that she could never sell the place…






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« Reply #14 on: June 23, 2007, 04:54:23 pm »
 By Louise

When Ennis woke, his fingers were still buried in Jack's hair, and he leaned close,  sifting through it, holding it to his lips, and then kissing the averted neck, once and then again, a surge of pleasure welling up, and he engulfed Jack in a bear hug that caused the sleeper to stir, startle, and then moan softly as he woke, captive in Ennis's arms.

"Huh, whuh?" Jack  mumbled, still groggy, lifting his head, and Ennis put his lips to that spot once more, fragrant with the salt of his sweat.

"C'mere boy, got somethin fer you."



Mountain Wildflowers by Clyde

   Robert Twist hadn’t been to Childress in twenty-five years; he’d never forgotten or forgiven things said when his dad died, but he was determined to visit his father’s grave on his way to Dallas to see his mother and her third husband.  Sunday would be Father’s Day.

   He was glad the road to the cemetery was deserted, the only traffic an old blue and white pickup kicking dust in the opposite direction.
 
   The headstone was where he remembered it, toward the back, in the shade of an old oak where the hot breeze carried with it the scent of memorial wreaths and dying blossoms.  A single grave in a double plot overgrown with weeds, unkempt, untrimmed; the granite weathered but intact; graffiti on the front had been hard washed, faded, no longer legible.  Not as good as he’d hoped; not as bad as he’d feared.  He knelt wanting to speak, but the words wouldn’t come, all those questions, all those things left unsaid, how could we have just abandoned you here?  That was when he noticed... lovingly placed at its base... a small bunch of wilting mountain wildflowers.



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« Reply #15 on: June 23, 2007, 04:57:35 pm »
babyblue eyes by Dagi

Ennis was about to ride away when Jack caught hold of the reins and looked up to him.

Yet it was not the yearning expression in his babyblue eyes, but this bewitching, seductive tip of his tongue, visible for only a moment, licking those perfect lips,  that made Ennis dismount in a quick, deft movement and, one hand around Jack´s neck, the other one with a firm grip on his victim´s butt pushing his groin merciless against his own, he pressed his lips hungrily on his lover´s mouth his desirous tongue entering it in un uncontrollable urge, making Jack´s knees give way under him.

Hot waves flowing through their bodies and one rough lustful groan later they both knew: sheep be damned.


    
Only One for Me by littlewing

“You’re late!”  Jack Twist yelled as Ennis climbed from his truck.  Jack arrived at camp hours before - redlined it all the way!  He  pitched the tent,  even started supper.   Jack was not necessarily the worrying type, but he couldn’t help but think that Ennis wouldn’t show; or worse, had an accident navigating the terrain.  But Ennis made it, and Jack Twist could finally relax.  Jack studied his lover as he neared.  He couldn’t hide his awe, his excitement as his lover approached.

“Look what I brought..beans!”  Ennis laughed as he shoved a can of bettermost beans into Jack’s hands.  “Very funny, Cowboy!”  Jack laughed as he put the can aside.  “C’mon – I got some steaks on for supper.  I’m also heatin’ up a few ears of corn.”  Jack’s excitement was absolutely palpable, and Ennis couldn’t help but be affected!  Ennis cleared a spot on the chilly earth and took a seat.  He watched as Jack flipped the savory looking T-Bone steaks.  He was hungry, but once he caught a look at Jack’s booty as he bent over the small grill, Ennis developed an appetite for more than just food.

Ennis liked his meat cooked medium well, a fact that Jack learned and stored away for future reference.  Jack grilled the T-Bone to perfection and gently handed Ennis a plate piled high with steak, a couple of ears of corn and asparagus.  He took a seat right alongside Ennis and placed a warm hand on his knee.  “Eat up, Cowboy!”  It was Jack, mouthing the command between bites of corn-on-the-cob.  “After supper we can take a hike, or ride the horses out across the stream.  I found a clearing flush with wildflowers just like the ones that grew up on Brokeback.”  Ennis was silent as he enjoyed his food.  Jack was a little more talkative than usual, but Ennis was fine with that.  “You’re the only one for me, Jack Twist!”  Ennis thought as he beheld his animated and jubilant lover.  When dinner was eaten and the dishes cleared away, Ennis and Jack mounted the horses and rode east…




    
Father's Day by littlewing

Extreme AU, but I just had to do it!

Jack Twist bounced the beautiful baby girl on his knee while watching Ennis Del Mar set the dining room table.  Baby Indigo was only a year old, and she was the apple of Jack’s eye.  Ennis was rather fond of her, as well.  Indigo laughed and shrieked as Jack ticked her double chin.  “Jack, bring our child!”  Ennis called from the dining room.

Indigo was an extreme blessing: a gift of love to such sincere lovers.  Ennis cuddled his daughter as Jack handed her over.  He thought back to the time when he handed a cup of his semen over to a nurse at the clinic in town.  The surrogate was chosen carefully, and some nine months later, Jack strapped Indigo into a car seat and brought her home.  Ennis never stopped smiling from the time he laid eyes on her!

Dinner was ready and the table was set.  Ennis kissed the top of his child’s head and handed her back to daddy Jack.  He needed to get ready to entertain his other daughters, who should be along any time now.  Jack was already looking mighty fine, and couldn’t wait to see Bobby again.   He placed his daughter in her playpen and embraced his lover.  “Happy Father’s Day, friend!” Jack whispered as he held his lover tight.”  “Same to you, Jack!”  Ennis kissed him.  “Now let me go.  I gotta get ready to greet our other babies!”


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« Reply #16 on: June 23, 2007, 04:59:24 pm »
For Dagi by Susie

"Ich liebe dich Jack"

"Ich liebe dich Ennis"

Sie Kuessten.




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« Reply #17 on: June 23, 2007, 05:02:31 pm »
by Leslie

Jack miró a Ennis y dijo. “Te amo vaquero.”
”Yo te amo a ti,” respondió Ennis, acariciando con sus dedos la barbilla de Jack.
Jack, rió entre dientes. “Lo dije yo primero.”
“Pero yo lo digo mejor”, contestó Ennis inclinándose para besarlo.


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« Reply #18 on: June 23, 2007, 05:06:48 pm »
   
El Vaquero y el Campesino
by Toycoon

Jamas me olvidare de su sonrisa, tan triste y humlide con tanta candela que enciendiera el bosque.

Labios como fruta madura, dulse y prohibido; me duele, como los quireo.

Que alegria me da verte, Jack-jodido-Twist!



    
His Touch by littlewing

Jack Twist settled in, sat down between Ennis Del Mar’s open thighs.  He had just driven 1400 miles to be with his lover, and though Jack never complained, Ennis noticed a stiffening of Jack’s shoulders.  It worried him.

Ennis pulled Jack closer and ran his fingers through Jack’s thick, dark hair.  “Hey what you doin’ En?”  Jack laughed as he looked up at his love.  “Shhh,, just sit up still.  I know what I’m doin.”  It was Ennis, as he massaged Jack’s scalp with firm, circular motions.  Ennis kneaded and rubbed, kissed his man’s hair until Jack purred like a kitten.

Jack became almost limp as Ennis moved to the shoulders.  He used his thumbs to work out the kinks in Jack’s stiff neck.  “Oh God, Ennis, where you learn how to do that?”  Jack whispered as he laid his head sideways in Ennis' lap.  He felt Ennis’ growing manhood, but he needed more of his man's practiced touch.  Jack moved his head back and forth, guiding Ennis, leading his hands where he needed them most.  It was good.  And after a good half hour, Jack Twist felt mighty fine, completely refreshed.  He turned around suddenly and freed a tumescent Ennis from his jeans…

Moment by littlewing

It was well after midnight and Ennis was ready for bed.  He was ready for love.  Jack was warming himself by the fire, rubbing his hands together, blowing into his palms, trying to keep warm.  “If you’re cold, let’s go in the tent, Bud.”  Ennis said as he moved closer to Jack.  I’ll do more than keep you warm, that’s fer sure!”  Ennis winked at his lover.

“Well, I think I’ll sit up a bit longer, if it’s all the same to you.”  Jack placed his cold hands under his armpits.  “Come sit by me, friend.  Let’s just enjoy this crisp, cold night for a bit longer.”  Ennis moved close to Jack, and draped an arm around his shoulder.  He leaned in and placed a sloppy kiss on Jack’s cheek.  Jack Twist sighed with pleasure and took Ennis’ hand.  He kissed his open palm, traced Ennis’ lifeline with his tongue.  “You keep that up, Rodeo and I’m gonna have to take you right here!”  Jack chuckled and placed the back of Ennis’ hand to his mouth.

Ennis watched, transfixed, as Jack kissed his hand.   As the fire died down, Jack was just a shadow, a ruddy image.  Ennis was fascinated by the glow of his love in the firelight.  He reached out for Jack, pulled him to his feet.  And just as the last embers of the fire sputtered and popped, Jack allowed himself to be led into the tent.

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« Reply #19 on: June 23, 2007, 05:12:18 pm »
La Carta by Opinionista

"Ennis: Te amo y te extraño, y estoy loco por volver a sentir tus besos y tu cuerpo sobre el mío", escribió Jack sobre el papel. Antes de proseguir, volvió a leer lo que había escrito, pero el miedo a la reacción de Ennis hizo que volviera a romper la carta, como ya había hecho con otras diez. Sacó otro folio del cajón y volvió a empezar.



Cabin Fever by Gary

Ennis had stormed out two hours before, so now Jack was alone.  The preceding argument had left him feeling tense and bitter, and therefore he was thankful for the stillness of this place out in the wilderness.  There wasn’t a soul around, and this gave Jack an opportunity to lick his wounded pride in private.  He hadn’t meant to tick Ennis off, but sometimes it was hard not to think out loud, or dream out loud when you felt so comfortable and relaxed with someone.  Maybe asking Don Wroe if he’d be willing to sell the cabin was a dumb idea, but it wasn’t like Jack was determined to follow through.  Saying something like that was akin to trying on a new pair of boots.  You might buy them and take them home if they fit, but most likely you’d leave them in the store.  Why couldn’t Ennis see that?

Jack needed something to do just to pass the time so he got the broom from the corner and started sweeping the dust that he and Ennis had tracked in during their stay.  He looked the place over as he went, at the wide-planked floor boards, the rough barn board walls, the propane stove and refrigerator, the bed with its iron frame, the fireplace made of river rock, and the wing chair beside it.  The night before Ennis had been sitting in that chair naked, and so Jack took his own clothes off, climbed into Ennis’s lap facing him, wrapped his arms around Ennis’s neck, and his legs around the arms of the chair, and he rode Ennis’s hardness like he would ride a bull.  This was a nice place, and he really would like to call it his own.

When he opened the door to sweep out the dirt he found a young man standing on the porch getting ready to knock.  “Fuck!” Jack said with a start.  But then he apologized and asked, “Is there somethin’ I can help you with?”

The kid was about eighteen, with shaggy dark hair, short sideburns, fair skin, and bright blue eyes.  Judging from his ragged jeans, and army jacket adorned with peace signs and an upside down American flag, he was yet another war protester.  Jack looked the boy up and down and felt a stir in his groin.

“My name’s Danny, sir, and I’m looking for Aaron Wroe,” the kid said with a slow southern draw that would melt butter like warm toast.

“Don’t know an Aaron Wroe,” Jack confessed.  “Is he related to Don?”

“Don’s his daddy.”

Jack had to tell the young man that Aaron wasn’t around, but since it appeared he had hiked the seventeen miles up from the main road on foot Jack didn’t have the heart to simply turn him away on a dime.  So he invited the kid to share a beer with him.  Danny accepted and Jack got a couple of bottles from the fridge, and then they sat on the rockers on the front porch and talked.

Danny explained that his parents had moved to Riverton from Alabama when he was fourteen, and he and Aaron had become good friends.  They even planed to be roommates at the University of Wyoming in the fall.  The kid had an easy and open way about him.  Within a half hour Danny had revealed that “Five Easy Pieces” was his all time favorite film, and that his favorite book was “The Catcher in the Rye.”  He also spoke of joining the Peace Core after college.  Jack liked the boy’s company, but he was glad when he said he had to go.  Ennis turned stony cold toward these kids who gave the finger to tradition, so Jack was glad they wouldn’t cross paths.

Not more than five minutes after the kid left Ennis returned.  He walked slowly up to the cabin, stopped before coming up on the porch, and stood there with his head hanging.  “Jack, why can’t you take what I can give ya, and stop askin’ for more?”

“Sorry, Ennis.”  And he was sorry.  Right then all Jack wanted was to enjoy what little time they had together and not fight.

Suddenly Ennis bounded up the steps and charged toward him.  Jack got to his feet thinking Ennis was about to hit him, but instead Ennis grabbed him, pushed him up against the wall, and said, “You mess with my mind, Jack fuckin’ Twist.”  And then he forcefully shoved his lips against Jack’s and pushed his tongue in.

They kissed like that for a long time, and then Ennis did something he had never done before.  He picked Jack up into his arms, and carried him inside the cabin.  Then he threw him down on the iron bed and started undoing his shirt.  As they made love Jack secretly imagined that Danny was standing outside the window looking in.  He wanted the boy to see.  Wanted him to know that Ennis loved him.  And somehow he thought Danny would appreciate that.

Afterwards Ennis sat up in bed, and Jack leaned against him.  “Do you know Aaron Wroe?” Jack asked.

“That’s Don’s son.  How’d you hear about him?”

“Someone came by looking for him while you were out.”

Ennis said in a flat tone that indicated he was holding too much back, “Well, he won’t be findin’ him anytime soon.  Aaron got himself shot over there in Vietnam.  They sent him back in a body bag last week.”

Jack was overcome with a sudden wave of sadness, and not just for Aaron, but for the young man he had met earlier.  “Was he good friends with some kid named Danny?”

“Danny Phillips?  Guess so.  Don was tellin’ me when I asked him if I could borrow the place how last year around this time Aaron was supposed to come up here with Danny.  But Don wouldn’t let him.”

“Why not?” asked Jack.

“Don didn’t like him.  Not many in Riverton liked Danny after he pulled that stunt to stay out of the army.  He told the draft board that he was queer.  Wanted Aaron to do the same.”

Jack, sensing something wasn’t right, sat up and looked at Ennis.  “What happened to Danny after that?”

Ennis’s expression turned to confusion and he said, “Did that guy that came by say somethin’ about Danny?”

“Just answer me.”

“One night when he was coming out of a bar on Main the kid got jumped, pulled into an alley, and got his head kicked in.  Danny Phillips is as dead as Aaron Wroe.”




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« Reply #20 on: June 23, 2007, 05:17:38 pm »
You know I Ain´t Queer by Toycoon

Queer

The word rattled around the four corners of Jack's mind like a rock inside an old tin can rolling downhill; a word often whispered in hushed tones by older ladies or screamed angrily by Jack's father when he was mad at the world.

Jack drifted into thoughts of Ennis' mystifying brown eyes, his curly hair and his soft pillowy lips before answering weakly, "Me neither."


Queer (2) by littlewing (page 25)

But Jack couldn’t even convince himself.  What else was there to do but deny being queer?  All Jack knew was that he wanted his friend.  He wanted to again feel Ennis’ hardness in his most secret, tender place.

“Have it your way, friend.” Jack thought as he looked toward Ennis: a vision standing tall against the sky.  “You’ll want me again….you’ll come to me.  Then we’ll see just who is queer.”

Ennis retreated toward his work, leaving a hurt and confused Jack Twist with his tortured thoughts…



Just Ask Me by Susie

Here's a toned-down version of the story....

“…. Anythin’ you want, Ennis …. just ask me …. ”   Jack was on his knees in front of his lover, running his hands softly up and down the inside of his thighs, the firelight flickering across his dazzling blue eyes, his seductive grin.  Ennis blushed, turning away and looking into the fire “I ain’t no good with words, Jack … you know that …. besides, you know what I want.”

“Uh uh…. not unless you ask me …. come on, sugar…. I’ll do anythin’” Jack wasn’t backing down, not tonight, tonight he needed to hear the words.

“…. Well …. you could take off yer shirt for me…. ” Ennis smiled, glancing at Jack briefly before staring down at his feet, shuffling in the dirt.  Jack kept his gaze fixed firmly on Ennis’ face, slowly, suggestively, unfastening each button, sliding his shirt over his shoulders and tossing it aside.

“…. Maybe yer jeans …. and shorts…. ”   Jack got up onto his feet, still smiling, still staring, removing the last of his clothes and standing in front of Ennis,  his naked form silhouetted against the amber glow of the campfire, “Lookin’ a little overdressed there, Cowboy.”

“…. Maybe you could take off my shirt too…. and my jeans…. ”   “You bet…. ”  Jack knelt down, fingers trembling a little as he unfastened the buttons on Ennis’ shirt, gradually relieving him of his clothes, eyes fixed on each other, no longer smiling.  Ennis rocked his hips tantalisingly close to Jack’s face.

“…. You gotta ask for it, Cowboy…. ”

Ennis’ cheeks were a shade of crimson, the words choking out of him “…. I want you to take a hold of my dick Jack….  now move yer hand up and down a little…. ” Jack obliged, touching, stroking, teasing, licking his lips in anticipation.

Ennis stared at Jack’s moist tongue, “I want my dick in yer mouth….”  Jack smiled and lowered himself. “Holy shit!… just like that!”  Ennis felt his control slipping away, vision hazy with lust, mesmerised by the sight of Jack’s mouth sliding smoothly up and down, sucking hungrily.  He couldn’t take it any longer; pushing Jack roughly to the ground, rolling him over and moving in from behind in one swift manoeuvre.  Penetrating deep into his lover, he breathed into the back of his neck “I wanna fuck you, Jack…. ”
 


Dumb sheep by Dagi

They were sitting on the meadow in the golden afternoon sun, Ennis between his friend’s thighs, looking at the sheep they had finally untangled after a few days work. Jack loved to feel Ennis’ warm back leaning with his full weight against his breast and belly!  He loved to inhale the scent of his lover’s hair, and to hear his voice as Ennis murmured:

"Look at them dumb sheep, sometimes I wish I could live their life: not worrying about things like other people’s opinion, or how to make a living.  They just let the day pass by and enjoy whatever they find right before their mouths..."

Jack smiled, put both arms around his love, then let one hand slip into Ennis jeans and muttered:  "Bud, how about playing sheep today...? “

    
Dumb Sheep (part 2) by littlewing

Jack gently caressed Ennis’ manhood with a slow, steady movement.  Nothing fast or deep, just languid strokes as soft as a butterfly’s wing.  Ennis craved Jack’s tenderness, and he reached down and pulled himself free.  Ennis lifted himself slightly, and placed his swollen member in Jack’s palm.  Jack held Ennis’ cock as though it were his most treasured and valued possession.  He held him silent and still; his eyes never leaving the long shaft of love.

Ennis watched Jack as he looked down at his member.   The look on Jack’s handsome face was one of lust, wonder, unwavering love.  Ennis couldn’t take any more.  “Make me happy, Jack….please?”  Ennis asked, huskily, breathlessly.  Jack Twist chuckled and caressed him harder now.  “Like this, baby?”  He whispered, as he increased the pressure.

Afterwards, Ennis lay in Jack’s arms, the sheep be damned.  Jack held him tight for awhile, just until the last tremor subsided.  “You okay, friend?”  Jack whispered in Ennis’ ear as he cuddled him.  “Yes, thanks.”  Ennis answered as he pulled away slowly from the embrace.   Jack rose up, laid a sleeping Ennis down among the sheep and walked over to camp.  He thought twice about washing Ennis’ release from his hands.  It was a sweet, sticky reminder of their love.  But there was work to be done…
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« Reply #21 on: June 24, 2007, 02:19:05 pm »
 Perhaps in Heaven by littlewing

“Is the anything interestin’ up there in heaven?”  Jack asked, as an unusually stoic Ennis Del Mar stared up at the star bright, inky black sky.  “I’m just sendin’ up a prayer of thanks!”  Ennis answered.  “Fer what?”  Jack had to hear this one! “For you forgettin’ to bring that damn harmonica!  I’m thankful for the peace and quiet!”  Jack laughed in spite of himself.  He reached over for Ennis and rubbed his thigh.

Jack thought about Alma and the moment he first laid eyes on her.  She was certainly a gorgeous woman, but not quite as lovely as Lureen.  “I’m gonna get him!”  Jack thought as he eyed Mrs. Del Mar.  He was instantly ashamed of himself, but he couldn’t help his feelings.  Jack wanted Ennis Del Mar more than anything else in this world.

If only Ennis felt the same way.  Jack allowed his lover to stare up at the sky in peace, while his thoughts drifted to Alma and the so-called life Ennis had with her.  He cringed as he imaged Ennis making love to his sexy wife.  The mental picture of Ennis with someone else, even his legal wife, was more than Jack could stand.  “Is she better than me?”  Jack blurted out, before he could even control himself.  Ennis couldn't have heard correctly.  “What did you say, Jack fing Twist.....??”




Blue Eyes by Toycoon (page 28)

Jack spotted Ennis from across the grassy field sitting alone, with his head hung low and obviously in deep thought; "Boy, that Ennis Del Mar sure is a complicated fella, wonder what he thinkin' 'bout?" 

"Blue eyes... Momma would'a liked Jack's blue eyes, she liked purty things," Ennis thought, smiling wistfully as he recollected the way his mother would sometimes gaze into his father's steely eyes; "Daddy would'a wondered why I was hanging 'round rodeo fuck ups, " That boy looks like a queer ta me." Ennis' hands tightened into fists.

Ennis' concentration broke when he felt the rope from Jack's lasso fall down around his shoulders.

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« Reply #22 on: June 24, 2007, 02:24:29 pm »
Blue Eyes (2) by littlewing

"For a queer, that Jack Twist is mighty good with a rope!”  Ennis thought as he continued to hang his head.  He didn’t want to look into Jack’s blue eyes.  Ennis was growing comfortable with his gloomy thoughts, and if he looked into those blue eyes?

“Time to get goin’, Coyboy!”  Jack spoke softly as he pulled at the rope.  Ennis allowed himself to be raised to his feet.  Jack giggled as Ennis walked away from him, avoiding his eyes.  Ennis tucked his shirt into his jeans, never looking back.  Jack Twist raised his rope, and very expertly, skillfully, caught Ennis around the ankles.  He pulled his lover to him, but Ennis wasn’t having it.

“This ain’t no goddamn Rodeo!”  Ennis growled as he wrestled Jack to the ground.  It was serious now.  Jack and Ennis rolled down the hills in a tangle of flailing limbs.  After Jack accidentally kneed Ennis in the nose, Ennis sucker punched him.  “Owwww!!” Jack rolled and held his smarting head.  His blue eyes filled with salty tears.  “Why did you hit me Ennis?”  Jack thought, almost aloud.  “I only wanted to hold you in my arms one more time….”




Brokeback Mountain
July, 1963
by MaineWriter

At last, it was hot.

Summer had finally come to the mountain and the heat of the day lingered into the evening. Jack pulled the blankets out of the tent and spread them by the campfire. “C’mere, cowboy,” he said, pulling Ennis by the hand. “I want ta love ya under the stars,” turning to look at the inky darkness overhead.

“Wha….?” said Ennis, his voice slurred.

Jack bit his tongue. The love word had slipped out. He hadn’t meant to say it, but he knew now that he was desperately, hopelessly in love with this man. Tall, lean, with bony wrists and long legs, he realized he adored everything about him from the way he smiled at him over a can of beans to the way he said “Huh?” when he was confused.

“C’mon,” said Jack softly, pushing Ennis back to the blanket, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. He ran his tongue down Ennis’s chest, stopping at the twirl of hair around his navel, unbuckling his belt.

“I think I’m drunk…” said Ennis, his head lolling back on the blanket.

How drunk, Ennis? thought Jack. Drunk enough that if I say ‘I love you,’ you won’t remember it in the morning? Drunk enough that if I say I want to be with you forever, you’ll say yes?

“Ennis, I…”

“Shhh, Jack, stop talkin’,” said Ennis, turning onto his side and pulling Jack in for a rough kiss. “Let’s get ta the lovin’.”

Jack froze, the word hanging in the air between them.

“Under the stars…”



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« Reply #23 on: June 24, 2007, 02:28:31 pm »
Bobby (1) by littlewing

Another Extreme AU.  This is what happens when I try to write while listening to the jazz stylings of Jeff Kashiwa!  laugh

Bobby Twist was turning out to be quite a musician.  Who knew?   He started playing sax at the tender age of 6 and never looked back.  Jack and Lureen encouraged him to take lessons, and Bobby found that the once a week sax lessons really helped him.  After all, he'll be a featured performer, with a solo in the school recital Saturday night.  Bobby belonged to the Childress High School jazz band; one of only 3 sax players.

Jack and Lureen were divorced when Bobby turned 14, and even though his dad lived in Wyoming with one Ennis Del Mar, he managed to make it to Childress to attend every one of Bobby’s performances.  Bobby was certainly expecting Jack to show up Saturday.  Lureen and her new husband couldn’t make it.  They were on an Alaskan cruise, leaving Bobby in the care of his maternal grandmother.

Saturday night and the auditorium was filled to capacity.  Bobby had his place among the other saxophone players, and as he scanned the crowd, he couldn’t find his dad.  The boy didn’t panic.  Jack had more than a half hour before the performance began to show up.  Ten more minutes and still no Jack..but wait!  Jack Twist walked through the auditorium door in haste.  He had a man with him: a fair haired, well built, almost absurdly handsome fellow.  Bobby realized that this person had to be Ennis Del Mar.  What a looker!  For a Rodeo fuckup, Bobby’s dad certainly had something on the ball to score a king like that!  Bobby never laid eyes on Ennis before, only knew what his mom and dad told him about Ennis Del Mar.  But Bobby would worry about that later……




Wrestlin´ by Toycoon (page 32)

 There they were, shirtless, their backs smeared with dirt and sweat, muscles glistening in the warm sun, face to face, circling each other like mountain lions in a territorial stand off when Ennis barked, "C'mon rodeo, let's see what ya got! Lemme have it!"

With that, Jack rushed towards Ennis, stumbling on a gouge in the dirt and plowing straight into Ennis, who grabbed Jack in a headlock and shouting, "Say it ! Say it ! " forced him to the ground; the pressure of Ennis sprawled on top of him was at once enjoyable but excruciating to Jack, who bucked like a bull and managed to flip Ennis on his back.

Pinning down Ennis' arms above his head, Jack sitting squarely on Ennis' crotch, crawled up Ennis' body, planting sloppy, wet, 'puppy kisses' trailing up his shiny chest, neck and face finally boxing Ennis' ears with his knees; " I' ll show you what I got, cowboy! " he growled, unbuckling his trousers then Ennis hollered, " Uncle! "

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« Reply #24 on: June 24, 2007, 02:31:43 pm »
Exploring by littlewing

Brokeback days and nights were often slow and boring for two young men who were not yet twenty.  Herding sheep all day, bedding them down at night was not only back breaking work, but it was also repetitive, dull, only worthy of those who lack education or marketable skills.  But it was work, and the pay seemed decent.

To ease the mind numbing monotony, Jack and Ennis vowed to take a few hours off weekends to explore the enchanting Brokeback Mountain.  They discovered meadows where exotic looking flowers grew; streams and creeks that were unspoiled and undisturbed!  For almost 2 months Jack and Ennis wandered the mountain, hand-in-hand, to see what they could see.

One Saturday Jack led Ennis to a clearing that he discovered while commuting back up to the mountain.  Ennis almost lost his senses as he beheld the beauty.  He touched the fragrant flowers, inhaled the heady aromas.  The clearing looked like a fine place to set up a tent, spend the night.  Spending the night together was forbidden, certainly, but who was to know?  Ennis found that he loved this game of exploring.  And suddenly his mind was drawn to a time when he explored something very private, very tight and sweet.  As he prepared the tent, Ennis thought that if he played his cards right, he may be allowed to once again explore where no other man had gone before...


Don Wroe's Cabin
November, 1970
by Leslie


Ennis was shoving another log in the woodstove as Jack came into the cabin, his breath frosty. “Goddamn, Ennis, it must be 100 degrees in here! What the hell are ya doin’?” He shoved his mittens into his pocket as he took off his coat.

“That’s my plan,” said Ennis with a smile.

“What plan?”

“I got me a cabin with a bed, and a woodstove. The only thing missin’ in this picture is naked Jack. I get it hot enough in here and I’ll get that too.”

Jack laughed. “Naked Jack? What if I’m shy, don’t want ta be sittin’ here naked?”

“Ain’t gonna be sittin’, Jack,” said Ennis with a wink.

“Well, I think I know the cure for me bein’ shy.”

“What’s that?”

“Naked Ennis. C’mere, cowboy,” said Jack, with a crook of his finger.

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« Reply #25 on: June 24, 2007, 02:35:09 pm »
Hot Love by spiceylife

Jack bent down, adjusting the blade heights on the lawn mower.  He poured in the gasoline and primed the engine twice, and then once more for good measure.  Even though the sun was still high in the sky, Jack always liked to mow his lawn in the blazing heat of the day, building up a raging thirst to quench later with that ice-cold beer, gulped down in one hit.  Working up a good sweat in the afternoon sun helped him stay in shape, kept his body toned and the dreaded paunch away.  He figured the single beer only undid a little of his hard work.

As he stood again, Jack suddenly felt eyes upon him, like he was being watched.  He glanced quickly at the sprawling log cabin, scanned the windows and saw nothing.  He waited a moment, checking the tall trees lining the driveway, and then the barn over to the far side of the house.  Nothing out of the ordinary caught his eye.  Jack shrugged slightly and tried to dismiss the feeling.

He bent again to give the starter cord a decent pull but the feeling came over him again, stronger this time.  He paused, uncertain.  Was someone watching him?  Jack felt it in his bones.  He squinted through the sun-glare reflecting sharply off the windows, but still saw no movement in the cabin.  And so Jack pulled the cord and the motor roared to life, the obtrusive sound startling a flock of disgruntled blackbirds out of the trees nearby.  He started forward, pushing the mower in front, up and down in as straight a line as Jack cared to make it.  Still he couldn’t shake off that strange feeling, but then, Jack being Jack, his mischievous, curious streak soon overcame any vague sense of uneasiness.

Well, if that’s the way they wanna play it, and they won’t show themselves, guess I’ll play right along then.  If I’m wrong and no-one’s around, no harm done.  But if I’m right… hell, I’ll give ‘em somethin’ worth lookin’ at, cos me mowing the friggin’ lawns sure ain’t very interesting to watch… and with that, Jack began to swing his hips, almost sashaying up and down his lawn, laughing at himself inside but managing to keep his game face on.  He swung his ass from side to side seductively as he followed the line, having some fun, foolin’ around, enjoying goofing off a little.

As Jack moved to empty the overflowing catcher spilling grass out the side, he bent from his waist, legs wide apart, giving whoever might be out there a great view of his firm ass, and possibly his other wondrous assets, for the longest time.  He bent the same way to empty the grass into the compost, and then he bent the same way again, ass high and on display in the air, to replace the catcher.  And then he did it one more time, pretending to check the level of the gasoline, which he knew very well was still near full.

Jack grinned, thought he was hilarious and continued to mow up and down, refusing to look around again to catch whomever it was, wanting them to think he didn’t know they were there.  As trickles of sweat ran down his back and chest, Jack stripped off his tight black t-shirt, using it to wipe the moisture from his muscular, deeply tanned torso.  Jack did it slow and so, so sexy, for a better, hotter effect.  He soaked up the sweat from his back and neck, wanting whoever was watching to absorb some of the heat he was feeling right now, in more ways than one.

Jack kept up with the mowing, but when the heat began to fry his head, even through a battered, black Resistol, he stopped the mower, sauntered over to the garden hose, turned it on and hosed himself down.  He flicked off his hat and tilted his head back, closing his eyes and savoring the cool water running through his hair, over his face, across his chest, down his taut stomach, soaking through tight jeans.  A trickle of water made its way down the crack of his buttocks, visible above his pants.  He shook the water out of his hair.  Jack felt sexy as hell.

He turned to face the house, licked his lips and smoothed a hand casually, deliberately over wet, dark nipples and hairy stomach, the hose hanging idly from his other hand.  Reaching down he brazenly palmed his dick through his jeans, rubbing the rapidly hardening flesh through blue denim.  Then Jack unzipped, sliding a wanton, snaking hand slowly down the front of his pants to free himself from black briefs, his dick out and hard against his flat stomach.  He looked down at it, sensually stroking its long, thick length, twisting his wrist a little over the head, moist with clear slick…the exhibitionist in him was enjoying this immensely.

… damn, I’m so hot I even turn myself on…

He tried not to laugh out loud at that, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, working its way up to his eyes.  Jack couldn’t help himself.  For the finishing touch, he turned his back on the house and continued stroking himself in a slightly exaggerated, over-the-top fashion, legs set wide apart, making sure that his watcher knew exactly what they were missing out on, taunting them, laying down the challenge…

Come out, come out, wherever you are...

Jack always loved a good tease.

Now this…this outta bring ‘em out of hiding…any minute n-

Two strong arms grabbed Jack suddenly from behind, sliding their way around his waist, holding him firmly in place.  Jack was so engrossed in what he was doing he nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Shit!  You scared me…!”

A warm, naked chest pressed up against Jack’s slick back, pushing on him in all the right places.  Jack felt the hardness against his buttock, through two layers of denim.  Despite himself, he pushed back a little, grinding his ass gently into the other man’s groin.  Jack heard a soft, hot moan in his ear, so he pushed back a little more, keeping the slight, circular rhythm going.  He shifted slightly to capture the man’s hardness between his ass cheeks.

“You enjoy puttin’ on that show, Twist?”

The honeyed, sensual voice sent a shiver through Jack, goosebumps breaking out in spite of the boiling sun.

“What show?  I was just mowin’ the lawns, mister.  What’d you think I was doin’?”

A deep laugh rumbled in Jack’s ear, and he felt the vibration move through his chest and travel quickly to his dick, making it twitch in response.  A strong hand slid down Jack’s stomach, pulling Jack’s hand away from himself and taking its place.  Jack clenched his jaw, then groaned lustily under the firm stroking and the familiar heat building in his groin.  His head fell back to rest on the man’s shoulder and he dropped the garden hose, forgotten on the grass.

“I’m gonna have you, Jack.  You want me to take you here, or inside?”

Jack spun around and kissed Ennis hard and wet, their teeth colliding painfully but neither man really seeming to care.  Finally Jack pulled back, took Ennis’s face in both hands and gazed longingly into his eyes.

“Take me right here, Ennis.  Now.  I want you to…”

But even as Jack held Ennis’s face, he saw troubled brown eyes slide away from him to scan the horizon, the mountains, the road, searching for any sign of danger, real or imagined.  Jack was used to this, used to the fear after knowing Ennis for 24 years.  That low startle point was never going away for good.  He knew Ennis couldn’t help it, couldn’t control it completely, but Jack had learned ways to soothe this ancient fear, at least for a while.  He spoke gently, sincerely, to his old friend, still cradling Ennis’s face in loving hands.

“Ennis.  Listen to me now.  The ranch hands have all gone for the weekend, right?  You sent ‘em on their way last night.  Won’t be back ‘til Monday.  We’re on our own spread here, way out in the middle a nowhere.  Anyone comes within five miles of us, we’ll hear their truck comin’, well before they see us.  And you know our dogs go crazy if anybody comes within ten miles a this place, Ennis.  And that’s plenty a time for you an’ me to finish what we’re doin’and pull our pants up, cowboy, and nobody’s none the wiser!”  He smiled big, reassuring, brushing Ennis’s hair back and hugging him close.  Ennis melted into Jack’s broad chest and they held each other tight.  Jack just whispered it’s alright, Ennis, it’s alright…we’re safe here and then Ennis must’ve remembered what Jack had started with that shameless, saucy display on the lawn, and the fire burned fierce in his eyes again.

Ennis lay down with Jack and took him right there, just like their first night up on Brokeback.  And still they held hands when they made love like this.  Jack thought they always would.  The passion was powerful and intense, the eternal love between them breathtaking…undying and strong.  And then Jack took Ennis, face to face, slow and sweet, just like the second night they had spent together in the little tent on the mountain, so long ago.  And then they lay in each other’s arms, under the oak tree, on the freshly mown grass, right by the sign on the gate…




One Shot Ranch
J. Twist and E. del Mar, proprietors




From "A Love Born From Steel," chapter 2 by Leslie

They ended up staying at the cabin for an extra day. The “celebratory fuck” turned into an ongoing event, and Ennis finally achieved his dream of “fuckin’ Jack’s brains out.” To be honest, at the end of it, Ennis wasn’t quite sure where his brains were either. Like a pair of horny teenagers, they lunged at each other with a ferocity born of passion, and a hunger born of years of repressed emotion. “I think we let the genie out of the bottle,” said Jack.

“I told you that lover fucks was gonna be diffr’nt,” replied Ennis. They screwed on the bed, on the floor, in the worn easy chair, and even on the porch, which happened when Ennis grabbed Jack from behind when Jack had gone out to piss. When they got hungry, Ennis made more peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Ennis took a big bite of one and suddenly, Jack pulled him in for a kiss, and with his tongue, fished the bite of sandwich out of Ennis’s mouth. “What am I, the mama bird?” Ennis drawled.

“Yup, feedin’ her little baby chick,” said Jack, as he broke off another bite of sandwich and put it in Ennis’s mouth.

Jack found other uses for the peanut butter, too, slathering it on Ennis’s erect cock and then slowly, slowly, licking it off. Ennis groaned in pleasure, “Jack, please…”

“Hold on, cowboy, I gotta get it nice and clean,” said Jack, “I ain’t letting you shove no peanut butter up my ass.”

But even with the games, the playing, and the rough and tumble sex, they both knew that there was a difference—no longer just fucking, it was truly making love, and they felt as if they were trying to merge their bodies and souls into one as they pressed ever closer. Jack looked deep into Ennis’s eyes and saw an intensity and ardor he had never seen before. “Is that what love looks like?” he asked and Ennis pulled him close.

“I don’t know what it looks like, but I can sure as hell tell you what it feels like, and shit, it feels good. Rodeo, I love you,” he said.
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« Reply #26 on: June 24, 2007, 02:41:01 pm »
Love or no love by Toycoon

Straddling Jack with his full weight, overpowering the first person he'd ever made love to only hours before, Ennis' hands tightened around Jack's throat; intensely confused aggression blinded Ennis so much, he could hardly see through his tears.

Jack struggled and kicked madly, kneeing Ennis squarely on the nose; Ennis wiped his bloodied nose with the sleeve of his shirt, stared at the smear and stood there gasping confounded.

Jack, startled by the sight of Ennis' blood, rushed over to comfort his lover; Ennis, who was taught to be nobody's fool under any circumstance, sucker punched Jack in the eye so hard, the sound echoed through the glen.



Indigo Twist-DelMar by littlewing

Susie, Merr, Dagi, Spiceylife, Malina, Daphne and MaineWriter, this one is for you.

Jack and Ennis were seated, side-by-side, on their beige leather couch.  Jack was reading a novel and Ennis watched the news on their wide screen TV.  Little Indigo was playing with a set of oversized blocks at their feet.  “Hear anything interestin’ at the new parent’s group meeting tonight?”  Ennis asked Jack as he watched Dan Rather.  “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did!” Jack responded as he looked up from his book.  “Ms. Blankenship suggested we try a little something with Indigo.  She said it would help her immune system function properly, and would also promote bonding.”  Ennis had to smile at Jack’s terminology.  That man was a fast learner.  “Okay, what is this thing we should do?”  It was Ennis.  He turned off the TV and faced his lover.  Jack placed his book on the coffee table and reached for his daughter.  Little Indigo was dressed all in silk and bows, and she smelled like talcum powder and baby shampoo.  She looked fondly at Jack as he placed her on his knee.  “Hi there, little one!”  Jack cooed as he cuddled his child.  Indigo giggled and placed a small hand on Jack’s chin.  Ennis ticked her dimpled knee.  “Well,” Jack said, “Ms. Blankenship said to kiss Indigo on the cheek, give her a big wet one.  The enzymes in our saliva will deliver disease fighting substances to her system.  It’ll also convey affection, which is where the bonding part comes in.”

Ennis smiled tenderly while he shook his head.  “But we already kiss her on the cheek. How is this somethin’ new?”  "Well, I was told that we should kiss her as often as we can....and don’t forget the sloppy part.”  Jack placed a wet kiss on Indigo’s cheek.  “See, like that!”  Indigo laughed and returned Jack’s kiss.  Ennis and Jack were amazed at Indigo’s rather precocious display of affection.  “Will you look at that?”  Ennis laughed as he took his child from Jack’s arms.  “Here, let me try.”  Ennis puckered and placed a tender kiss on his daughter’s cheek.  She squealed with pleasure.  “It seems Ms. Blankenship is onto somethin’ there!”  Ennis said as he rose to his feet.  He gently placed Indigo on Jack’s lap and left to start dinner.

While in the kitchen, Ennis listened to the sounds of Jack and Indigo playing on the living room floor.  Jack was making animal sounds and rolling on the carpet while Indigo laughed and whooped.  Ennis looked in on his family and felt a sudden pang.  He watched as Jack lifted a laughing Indigo into the air, only to lower her and plant another wet kiss on her cheek.  To think that he almost missed out on this!  After supper Jack and Ennis put their daughter to bed.  She was well fed, dry and content.  With his little baby taken care of, Ennis decided it was time to tend to his big baby..

Family by Dagi

They were lying on the meadow, enjoying the warm sunset light.
Gary was stroking tenderly Dagi´s hair, her head resting in his lap. When she looked up, she could see Toycoon smiling, massaging Gary´s stiff shoulders, leaning with his back gainst Clyde´s back .
Dagi run her fingers through Susie´s wild brown hair since she was resting her head in Dagi´s lap, chatting without fullstops or commas about all the naughty things she would like to do once left alone with Jake, her words wrapping us up in a comforting sweet fog.
Marie was giving Susie a professional footrub, but every now and then she turned around to her laptop when she was overwhelmed by the inner urge to writewritewrite.
Merrily hugged us all with looong arms in a tight warm embrace.
Spiceylife kept running around us in circles, flattering like a babybird, singing <I feel like a virgin...posting for the very first time...!>



Peeling Potatoes by Dagi

Jack put the knife and the half peeled potatoe aside and went over to Ennis.
„Hey, cowboy, you must be tired after a whole day with the sheep, come on, let me do this for you.“
He kneeled down in front of his friend, took the soap out of his hand and let it slip through his
palms until they were covered with thick, creamy foam.
Ennis swallowed hard, stared transfixed at Jack´s hands, his half erect member speaking volumes.
Jack leaned in to plant a soft innocent kiss on those seductively parted lips, trying to distract his love for a moment.
„Jack, ohhgoodlord that feels...aaahhh..“ moaned Ennis, surprised and exited by the sensation of Jack´s hands the creamy foam making them slide softly over his shaft and the sensitive tip of his instantly hard member.
Ennis grabbed hold of Jack´s shoulder with one hand, burying his nails in the flesh, kissed him hungrily  groaning into his mouth while he stroked firmly over Jack´s manhood that filled his jeans threatening to burst the seams.
The all day pent-up lust had made him all too  ready for this.

   Up on the high pasture  the memory of Jack´s mouth sucking him hard, the
   thought of the    unmistakable moan he evoked when his  dick hit that sweet
   spot of lust inside Jack had more than once threatened to overwhelm him
   almost making him come without even touching himself; he had been
   lying there  on the meadow, eyes closed, breathing hard, biting his lips trying
   to somehow get a grip on himself for he did not want to waste his seed but
   spare it all for Jack as the most precious gift he could offer to the person
   that meant the world to him...

Now he felt a little ashamed that he was about to come after only a few determined strokes, but when he looked at Jack´s face he saw his own rapture reflected in his man´s half closed eyes filled with pure love and drunk with lust. The sight of those pink swollen lips wet with Ennis´ own saliva were more than he could stand.
„Let go, cowboy, let go, no need to hold back, ya won´t soil yer jeans this time...“ Jack whispered raucously. Once more he let his wet, slippery palm glide over Ennis´ tip, one more stroke to the base, and he felt Ennis´ cock  pumping when he came, his hips buckling, crying out loud, shooting his hot semen all over Jack´s lap.
Ennis leaned his forehead against his lover´s, both breathing fiercely, and after a glance at Jack´s jeans he mumbled shamefully: „I´ll wash them out for ya, sorry bud, couldn´t control myself...“
„Don´t worry, Ennis“, Jack answered with a broad grin, „perhaps you were too busy to notice, but I soiled them all by myself...!“

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« Reply #27 on: June 24, 2007, 02:44:34 pm »
New Friends (1-4) by Susie

 I hope you don't mind me reposting this 4 part story ... sometimes I just need Ennis to have a happy ending. I'd call it my Alternate Universe ... but it could have happened like this ..... really it could .... well it does in my head anyway! 




Isolation was the toughest part of living out here in this lonely trailer park.  He worked hard every day, never complaining and never getting much praise for a job well done.  He enjoyed the peace and quiet of herding; animals were better company than people most of the time.  But the silence of this Thirty feet by Twelve feet living space was almost deafening.

It was his fault, he knew that now; he’d had the chance of love, real honest to God love, and he’d thrown it away, cast aside what he should have honoured and cherished.  It was of his own doing, but that didn’t mean it had to be like this always.  He’d seen his neighbour earlier, rocking in a chair on a makeshift porch, smoking and drinking whiskey.  He looked about the same age, Ennis had noticed that he even had the same sad eyes and lost expression.  Well bud, it’s now or never.....

He put on his best smile, walked on over to the next trailer, offered his hand and announced, “The name’s Ennis, Ennis Del Mar.”  The man shook his hand and passed him the whiskey bottle, inviting him to take a seat.  Ennis obliged, sitting down in the rocking chair next to him and taking a swig from the bottle; both men were grateful of the company.  His new friend, took back the whiskey bottle and smiled, holding eye contact for a moment, a moment that touched Ennis with a hint of something he’d long forgotten, and said cheerfully “Nice to know you, Ennis Del Mar”.


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They sat a while chewing the cud, enjoying the cool summers evening.  The guy’s name was John, never gotten married, worked as a ranch hand most of his life.  He was good company, laughing and chattering on, felt comfortable, somehow familiar.

 “My folks are still alive and kickin’.  ‘Course they haven’t spoke a word to me since they found out some twenty years ago”.

“What d’ya mean?  You got a disease or somethin’?”

John laughed, “Yeah that’s what my folks would call it.  No, nothin’ wrong with me friend, just queer is all, like you.”

Ennis was startled by this statement; on the one hand, how in the hell did this fella know? On the other, it was kinda nice being called “Friend” again.

John, seeing the look of shock on Ennis’ face continued quickly, “Oh, they swore I was the spawn of the devil and was goin’ straight to hell, tried to beat it out of me with prayer and a yard stick.”

Ennis looked sympathetically towards him.

“Come on bud, why d’you think I’m always smiling at ya, always sitting out here on the porch just in case ya come by? “

“I just thought that….” he cut himself short, what did it matter what he thought, he’d been wrong about everything else so far.

“Look Ennis, there’s a bar round here, a little ways out of town.  Just men like you and me, getting’ together, drinkin’ beer and shooting some pool.  We don’t get no bother; folk stay away, I don’t know… maybe they think they’ll catch it or somethin’.  Anyway, I’m drivin’ up there this weekend if you wanna go.”

“I dunno…” Ennis stood up, heading back to his trailer, wanted to turn tail and run, but something was holding him there; it was Jack, all he could think was What would Jack want me to do?.  He turned his head back and smiled, “Just getting’ us some more whiskey bud….. yeah, think I’ll come along for the ride.”


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Ennis had slept alone for so long now that it was strange waking up in the arms of another man, the feel of warm flesh pressed up against him, soft breath on his neck.  Since they first shook hands on the porch, John had become his good friend and eventually his lover, they spent most nights smoking and drinking together and sometimes making love.

John, awake already, clambered over Ennis to get to the bathroom, relieved himself then walked back into the room, stretching and yawning.  “Isn’t it ‘bout time you told me about the owner of this?” he said touching the bloodied sleeve of the shirt hanging on the back of the closet door.  Ennis had never talked about Jack before, not a word, “Nothin’ ta tell really”, he sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes.

“Come on honey, we been together almost six months now, you can talk to me”.

Sensing that John wasn’t gonna let it be, he started with a few simple facts, “Jack Twist.  We met in ’63, herdin’ sheep up on Brokeback Mountain.  Don’t know how things happened, just sorta snuck up on us, we were best friends, then we were lovers.”  John stood silently in the corner of the room, listening intently, Ennis was opening up for the first time and he wasn’t about to interrupt.

Once he got started, the words came flooding out, awash with memories of their time together, the intensity of their passion, their twenty year affair hidden from the world.   The tears were flowing freely as years of lies and secrets were finally coming out in the open.  His voice was breaking up between words, but he needed to finish, it was a relief to be talking about Jack to someone who would listen without judgement.

Jack’s untimely death was the hardest part to recount, murder in Ennis’ eyes, breaking down and crying hard as he came to an end, repeating the words “So sorry Jack” over and over.

John crossed the room and sat down beside his new lover, putting a strong arm around his shoulders, could only imagine the pain and suffering this poor man had endured all this time, “Yeah, but look how things are now. For what it’s worth, I think Jack would be real proud of you.”

No more words were necessary; John held Ennis close, rocking him gently and humming a soft tune, it was time for Ennis to mourn.


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Ennis often looked at the four little crumpled up photos of him and Jack; some days to say “Mornin’”, some days just to see a friendly face and some days to consult Jack on an important decision he had to make.  Today was one of those days, “Jack, I need your advice on somethin’ bud” he started, tucking the strip of photos into the corner of the bathroom mirror and squeezing toothpaste onto his brush.
 
“John’s a good fella, one a’ the best.  I like him a lot, love him maybe, I don’t know”, rinsing his mouth and spitting into the sink.

“He’s got a job on a Cattle Ranch up near the state line, pays good money too.  It’s not too far, I can still see Junior and Jenny”, soaping up his chin and gliding the razor down from his sideburns to his neck.

“What d’you reckon bud?  Should I go with him?  He wants me to, practically begged me to go.”

He put the razor down on the sink for a moment and gazed from one picture to the next, resting his eyes upon the last one, the one with the smiling face, a lazy, lopsided, optimistic smile, full of  love and acceptance.

Ennis smiled back, “You’re right, I should go for it… thanks bud”.  He carefully placed the strip back into it’s velvet  box along side the gold bracelet, the word “Jack” twinkling back at him in tiny pave diamonds, tucking his treasures safely away in the top drawer of his dresser and continuing his morning routine.



Coming Down by Gary (page 40)

Getting back to the truck was taking less time than Ennis thought it would.  He had deliberately slowed his pace in order to have a good look at everything.  Lord only knew when he’d get back to these parts, so he wanted to take it all in.  But that’s not the only reason he was lolling.  John was waiting down with the pickup and Ennis felt shy about meeting up with him.  But his reluctance dissolved when he got close enough to see John standing outside the cab smoking.

There was something in his stance that spoke of patience and forbearance, so Ennis quickened his step.  At a hundred feet they caught one another’s eye.  John threw his cigarette down and smiled warmly, and Ennis broke out in a trot trying to close the gap between them as fast as his bum knees would allow.  He did not stop to take one last look at the mountain behind him, but instead kept his gaze on the man he had loved for nearly 20 years now.  John’s balding head was covered by a straw Resistol, his handlebar mustache was in need of a trim, his paunch was covered by a warn, plaid shirt missing a button, and his Wranglers were getting too tight.  All of these details were familiar to Ennis, but still he never grew tired of looking at John.

The man kept his place.  He was allowing Ennis all the time he needed.  Two hours before Ennis had gotten out and said he was going the rest of the way alone, and John merely nodded his head.  Now Ennis was so anxious for their reunion that he squeezed the man into a bear hug as soon as his arms could reach.  John gently enfolded him and guided his face into the crook of his neck.

Once Ennis felt the embrace of his longtime friend and lover he began to sob.  He had made the rash decision to go on to the campsite he had shared with Jack Twist forty summers before because he was sure he would break down when he saw it.  But he had remained dry-eyed throughout, and it was only now that he could let go.

“I’m so sorry, John.  Please don’t think that just ‘cause I remember Jack that I think any less of you.”

In a hushed tone John said with his lips close to Ennis’s ear, “You dumbass.  I love Jack, too.  I know he’s a part of you, so lovin’ you means lovin’ him.”

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« Reply #28 on: June 24, 2007, 02:50:11 pm »

Lazy L Farm by Leslie
Quanah, TX
August 31, 1976

Ennis leaned against the wall of the bathroom, watching Jack as he rubbed shaving cream across his face, then picked up his razor. “I like watchin’ ya shave,” he commented.

“Ya do?”

Ennis nodded.

“What, ya think it’s sexy or somethin’?”

Ennis shrugged. “Mebbe sexy, I dunno, mebbe just a guy thing.”

Jack smiled at him as he continued to scrape the razor across his cheek. “A guy thing, huh?” he said, with a small wink. “Yer gay, En, y’know that.”

“Yeah, I know,” replied Ennis, looking down at his feet.

“Ever get a shave from a barber?”

Ennis shook his head no. “Ain’t got the money for that kind a stuff,” he said. “Besides, I ain’t sure I’d like some guy rubbin’ his hands all over my face.”

“Ya like me rubbin’ my hands on your face…”

“Yer diff’rent.”

“True.” Jack finished his shave, washing the remnants of cream off his face and rinsing his razor in the running water. “Who cut yer hair?”

Ennis looked puzzled. “What d’ya mean?”

“I mean, did ya go ta the barber for that?”

“Oh, no. My mama cut my hair, then my sister, then Alma.”

“But ya ain’t been with Alma for a while. Who’s been cuttin’ it now?”

“I tried ta do it myself,” said Ennis, his voice soft.

Jack stepped close to his lover and ran his fingers through his hair. “I could probably cut yer hair,” he said. “Not too hard ta learn ta do…”

Ennis didn’t say anything, just felt Jack’s touch and gentle caress at the base of his skull.

“Ain’t cuttin’ off the curls, though,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.




Hot and Cold by Littlewing (p 43)

Ennis Del Mar carried Jack Twist in his arms all the way back to camp.  Camp was a good 2 miles from the hiking trail, but Ennis never considered dropping Jack on his feet.  Never.  Jack was just fine an hour ago, but he became lethargic and weak as he climbed the small hill that led to..well..Ennis and Jack were exploring again, just like the old days up on Brokeback.

Jack collapsed in Ennis’ arms, and Ennis cried out in terror!  He scooped Jack up, carried him like he was a child to a log by the side of the trail.  Ennis placed his cheek against Jack’s forehead.  He was burning up!  “It looks like you’ve come down with a bug, Rodeo!”  Ennis whispered against Jack’s hair.  Jack wavered and leaned up against his lover.  “I’m sorry, friend.”  Jack's breathing was labored.  “I was fine until just a few minutes ago.  Can we head back to camp?  I’m sure I’ll be back to my old self in the mornin’.”  Ennis nodded and picked Jack up as though we were light as a feather.

“Let me down, Friend, I can walk!”  But Ennis ignored his lover’s protestations and continued walking with Jack in his arms.  Jack knew better than to continue objecting.  When Ennis had a mind to do something, he could be right stubborn!  Jack laid his head against Ennis' neck and passed out.  When they reached camp, Ennis gently lowered Jack to the ground and climbed into the tent.  He prepared the bedroll, and climbed back out to collect his lover.  When Jack was safely inside their small “bed” Ennis considered what to do.  He rubbed Jack’s forehead, played with the hair lying there.  He decided to give Jack a few aspirin, and if he wasn’t better in a few hours, he would go down to town for help.  Ennis decided to turn in for the night, without a fire, without supper.  He wanted to be near Jack, be there for him!  It was cold outside, the bedroll was hot, but Ennis cuddled Jack into his arms and held him.  He rocked him gently, placing soft kisses on top of his head.  He would stay there with Jack until the end of time, if need be…



    
Cooking Stew by Toycoon

Unaccustomed to much kindness, Ennis was slightly taken aback by Jack's offer to cook them elk an' taters stew; Ennis, sitting on the ground, watched as Jack peeled potato after potato, carefully balancing the peeled spuds in a tin plate on a rock next to him, beside his feet.

"Dang, what is it 'bout that feller?" thought Ennis dreamily searching Jack's handsome profile for answers; Ennis stared at Jack's lips noting the way the corners turned up mischievously, curling around the cigarette he was smoking, next his eyes traveled over the surface of Jacks' angular jaw with the bristly hair growing on it, finally he poured over Jack's long delicate eyelashes sweeping over his ruddy cheeks.

Ennis could not restrain himself any longer and grabbed Jack by the shoulders smothering Jack's face with brutal kisses; Jack dropped the potato and it slammed on the edge of the tin plate sending the peeled potatoes flying. The knife flipped up in the air and landed on it's point, sticking straight up in the ground.



    
Cooking Stew (part2) by littlewing

“What has gotten into you, Ennis Del Mar?”  Jack asked as he pulled away from Ennis’ attacks.  He wiped at his wet mouth, laughing all the while.  “You keep that up, this meal will never get finished.  The stew won’t cook itself!”  But Ennis reached for him all over again.  He pulled Jack into a strong embrace, kissed him on the mouth, his cheeks.

Jack was trying to control his breathing.  He had never seen Ennis is such a state.  It was at once exciting and frightening.  Jack allowed himself to be hugged and kissed.  After all, he loved Ennis Del Mar and always craved the feel of his lips.

“Okay, Cowboy?”  Jack asked as Ennis came up for air.  Ennis chuckled softly as he released his lover.  “Look En, I got all the ingredients ready for a good meal.  Elk, potatoes!  And the fire is ready.  This elk stew will be real good."  Ennis winked at reached for Jack's zipper.  “You got anything else good for me to eat, Rodeo?”
 

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« Reply #29 on: June 24, 2007, 02:52:33 pm »
Fast by Toycoon

1967. Jack's fast of one thousand, four hundred and sixty days was almost over.

17 Miles-Riverton, WY. Jack floored the gas pedal. He couldn't get there fast enough.

Jack's heart was beating so fast as he climbed out of the old pick-up truck; Jack's heart stopped when he saw Ennis Del Mar appear at the top of the staircase landing and call his name.




    
Riverton is Such a Lonely, Lonely Town by littlewing (page 49)

Ennis Del Mar walked home from the bus depot loaded down with his personal belongings.  He just finished 4 weeks up near the Tetons for the round-up, and caught the first bus he could catch back to Riverton.  He was walking a bit slower than usual, realizing that his small trailer would not be very welcoming.  There was no one to welcome him home.   Ennis passed by the grocers and debated whether or not he should go in and buy a few groceries.  He was out of most things before he even left for the long job, but he shrugged and decided against it.  He could always go shopping tomorrow.

Ennis flinched as he walked the last block or so to his trailer park.  The streets were dry, rather dusty, devoid of any signs of life, save a small white dog running across the road with its tail between its legs.  The loneliness was even more profound than last night at the ranch when he woke up in a sweat muttering, “I want my man!  I want my man!”  Ennis cringed at the memory.  He hoped no one heard him!

Safely inside his small home, Ennis placed his gear in the proper places and sat at his small table.  He reached for the postcard that Jack Twist sent him only last month, accepting his invitation to meet up at Don Wroe’s cabin.  The trip was only 3 weeks away, and just the thought of being with Jack seemed to chase away the lonely feelings.  He prepared himself a simple dinner of franks and beans, all the while holding the postcard like a treasure.  He ate with a light heart and began to smile as he thought of his trip and the laughter, the love, and the tenderness that awaited him.


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« Reply #30 on: June 25, 2007, 06:02:48 am »
He Held Me! by littlewing

Ennis didn’t mind being alone when he had such fond memories of Jack Twist to sustain him.  He was awake, in bed, when he had an urge to touch himself, down there.  In his mind and his heart he remembered Jack, and how Jack liked to hold him.  Jack held him even when they didn’t necessarily feel like having sex.  Jack loved Ennis’ sacks of sugar, often palming them, gently rubbing, feeling them relax and expand in his large hands.

Ennis remembered sitting by the fire, or on the couch, side by side, as Jack held him.  He often became very forward – freeing Ennis from his jeans, palming his sacks, holding them like they were balls of gold.  Ennis didn’t mind this one bit!  Didn’t mind that the very act of holding him, caressing him, was becoming Jack’s favorite past-time.

And suddenly Ennis saw the image of Jack bending down, taking one ball into his mouth, releasing it and gulping the other.  Ennis could see Jack gently mouthed the small treasures, tasting, licking, moaning until the vibrations almost forced Ennis to lose his senses.  Ennis couldn’t wait to be with Jack again.  Couldn’t wait to be held.




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Fourteen Years Uncensored by Susie

I originally posted this story on it's own thread, but it made me feel a little vulnerable as it's so personal to me .... and it's pretty graphic!  So I'm posting it here on our lovely J+E thread where I feel safe...... Please don't read on if you're easily shocked!  Sorry toycoon ... I've gone ever so slightly over the three sentence rule!


"What'ya doing there Jack?" Ennis was watching Jack counting on his fingers.

"Just workin' out how long we've been comin' up here".

Damn! Had it really been fourteen years? Jack counted them again. Yep! Fourteen years of driving from Texas to Wyoming and back, couple a' times a year, fourteen hours each way. It never bothered Jack though; he was one of those birds that fly south for the winter, instinctively finding his way home. This was home for Jack, lying next to a flickering campfire, lake iced over with the cold, moonlight bouncing off the surface, turning it into a bed of quartz crystal, strong arms encircling his body, rough calloused hand tucked into his shirt, idly curling the hairs on his chest.

The cold didn't bother Jack, peace and contentment flowing though him, warming his entire body. Ennis's touch always lit a fire deep down inside him, but tonight it was wrapping him up in a big old blanket. He closed his eyes, sighing gently and drifted off to sleep.

No need for Ennis to be counting, each and every one of the fourteen years carved deep grooves in his heart, Jack his salvation, their times together his only comfort in this miserable life. Jack the dreamer, forever hopeful, always searching for ways to be together. Lately he seemed more distant, slowly slipping out of his grip. But what did he think was gonna happen? Could he picture Alma and the girls welcoming him with open arms? Or the guys down at the bar patting them both on the back? Dream on Jack, it was never gonna be that way.

Ennis could feel Jack's body easing into his own, his breathing slowing down to a gentle steady rhythm. He removed his hand from inside Jack's shirt and wrapped his arms round his body. Fear was starting to build up inside him, a panic setting in at the thought of Jack giving up on him and moving on. He lay, clinging to his only hope of happiness.

Jack slowly began to stir, the moon now obscured behind clouds, sky pitch black but for the occasional star fighting it's way through, the air getting colder with the fire burning down to a faint crackle. He could feel Ennis pressed up against him, arms wrapped tightly round his body, trembling. He knew it wasn't because of the cold, he could always sense Ennis's suffering, didn't always understand it, but felt it cutting through him like a knife. He moved round to face Ennis, hands cradling his chin, thumb stroking his cheek.

“Ennis, what is it?”

“It’s just …….. nothin’.” Ennis stared at the ground, avoiding Jack’s gaze.

“Jesus Ennis, you learned nothing these past years? Hell you know you can tell me anythin’ friend”.

Ennis was struggling to find the right words, his feet shuffling round in the dirt, head fixed down. Jack pulled his chin up, making Ennis look him in the eye, “Ennis talk to me”.

“You’re not… well… leaving me are you Jack?” The words forced their way out of his mouth, tears pricking his eyes, one escaping down his cheek. Jack brushed it away with his thumb, insides torn open, aching at the sight of this beautiful broken man in front of him.

“Sh it Ennis, and just where do you s’pose I’m gonna go?” Ennis’s question had thrown him, caught him off guard, his words were coming out a little harsh.

His voice softened, looking at Ennis intently, “Don’t you know, Ennis Del Mar? Everythin’ I want is right here in front of me, I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” Ennis smiled, still trembling, managed a feeble laugh and muttered “Dumbass”.

Jack smiled back, “C’mere Ennis” and kissed him real soft, pouring all his love out into that kiss, reassuring Ennis in a way that he couldn’t do with words. His tongue worked its way slowly into Ennis’s mouth; the low moan from Ennis was comfort enough for now. He felt Ennis stiffening against him, breath becoming a little heavier, zipper straining. He gently moved his hand down Ennis’s body, massaging his groin with the flat of his hand, watching Ennis’s face, fear gradually dissolving from it, giving way to desire.

He removed Ennis’s jeans slowly and deliberately, then stood up and stepped out of his own. Both men were shaking, dicks hard and throbbing, almost painful. He lay back down on top of Ennis, kissing him more urgently, searching out his tongue, wrapping it round his own. Ennis reached up, took hold of Jack’s shoulder and began to move him round.

Jack resisted, looking him straight in the eye and spoke in a quiet but firm voice, “No Ennis. I wanna be inside you, fu ckin’ you. Want you to know how good you make me feel, why I don’t never wanna be nowhere but here.” Ennis flushed red, insides knotting up. He’d thought about this for a while, sometimes the only thing on his mind, but he never knew how to ask. Now it was about to happen, his head was starting to spin, fire shooting up through his groin.

“You just lay there, I’m gonna take good care of you.” Jack smiled lovingly, lifting Ennis’s legs onto his shoulders, tracing a line down the insides with his fingers, from his knee to his groin, following in their path with his lips.

He circled his tongue round Ennis’s balls, and ran a wet line up the length of his dick, taking it all into his mouth, moving up and down, sucking gently. Ennis gasped, grabbing hold of the rug he was lying on. Jack pushed Ennis’s hips up higher and moved his mouth towards Ennis’s ass, searching with his tongue, finding the spot and pushing it in and back out again, savouring the unique taste of Ennis’s flesh, so much stronger here. Ennis moaned deep, his legs going limp, giving in to this unfamiliar but exquisite feeling

Jack, ready to burst, grappled with the zipper on the rucksack, fishing about for the lotion and applying it hurriedly, smoothing a little round Ennis’s flesh. He kneeled in front of Ennis, keeping his hands on Ennis’s ass, holding him open. He pushed his dick, already dripping, in very gently, afraid of hurting him, barely able to stop himself from grinding in all the way. Ennis groaned loud, his own dick twitching, fluid leaking out from the tip. “That hurt?” he whispered, but Ennis was lost, didn’t hear a word Jack was saying, unable to speak or think clearly.

Jack started moving back and forth, real slow at first, gradually building up the pace and pushing in a little deeper each time. Eventually, he was thrusting in all the way, slow and steady, fu cking Ennis in smooth strokes, as new and as overwhelming a sensation for both men.

He shifted his weight, searching for that sweet spot, knowing he’d found it when Ennis suddenly gasped, his body jerking “Jack…. Sh it Jack”. Jack lost control, hands supporting him on the ground, Ennis’s legs over his shoulders, fu cking him hard and fast. Ennis shuddered, cried out, shooting out hot cum over Jack’s chest and onto his belly. One more thrust and Jack was moaning and shaking uncontrollably, coming in delicious waves, filling Ennis with his spunk.

Jack stayed motionless for a moment, heart pounding, body shaking, and sweat pouring down his back. Ennis was in no better state, gasping for air, quivering. Both slowly coming round, getting the feeling back in their bodies.

Jack slid down next to Ennis, lying with his arm round Ennis’s chest, “Ain’t no one ever made me feel this way. Know that if you don’t never know anythin’ else.” He whispered, still out of breath. Ennis smiled, eyes full of love, words caught up in his throat, instead pulling him down into a soft tender kiss.

“Sh it, I’m freezin’ my ass off here!” Jack chuckled suddenly, “Let’s get on into the tent!” They both laughed, jumped up, unsteady on their feet and headed for the warmth and comfort of the sleeping roll.

It wasn’t long before Jack was drifting off into dreamless slumber. Ennis however was more wide awake than ever, sleep evading him, mind working overtime, doing everything to suppress the nagging ache deep inside, edging its way towards the surface. This was their last night together and tomorrow he would be saying goodbye again, tearing himself away from this haven and heading back to misery.

He wouldn't be here 'til November, wasn't fair to Alma and the girls, had to keep up his child support payments and he couldn't get the time off work. Then again, it wasn't fair to Jack neither; they spent so little enough time together as it was. Ennis's heart was splitting unbearably in two, who was it gonna be, Jack or the girls?

"Jack, I gotta tell you somethin' bud." Jack shifted his weight, muttering, “whuhsat?” "Never mind, can wait 'til tomorrow." he couldn't bear to see the disappointment on Jack's face yet, not now, not after they’d just made love. Ennis wrapped his arms protectively round him, kissed his cheek softly and closed his eyes.


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« Reply #31 on: June 26, 2007, 04:59:19 am »
A Letter by Dagi (51)

After coming back from Lightning Flat Ennis opened his closet and took out an envelope he had been hiding there, " To Jack Twist, Childress, Texas, in case of my death".

He took out the letter: " My dearest Jack. Maybe I´ll never say it out loud, but I want you to know that I love you. I´ve been loving you since the night you let me inside of you and I will love you till the day I die, with body and soul, with all my heart. Yours, Ennis"

He crumpled the letter and burnt it.





Let’s go for a walk by Susie (53)


“Jack, come over here!”  Jack didn’t need to be told twice, bounding into the kitchen and throwing himself into Ennis’ open arms, affectionately licking a sloppy wet line from the base of his neck, all the way up the side of his cheek.

Alma walked in, stony faced, “Get out of my kitchen!” she ordered, collecting the dirty dishes and dropping them, with a clatter, into the sink.

“Come on Jack, time to go!” Jack followed Ennis into the living room and snuggled up with him on the couch.

“You make me so happy, little darlin’, d’ya know that?” Ennis smiled.  Jack responded by nuzzling his neck, breathing softly in his ear, and eagerly wagging his tail.

“Get that damn dog off my couch, Ennis Del Mar!” came an angry voice from the other room.

“Let’s go for a walk, bud” Ennis lead the way into the hall, grabbed the lead from it’s hook, and with Jack close at his heel, headed out of the apartment.




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« Reply #32 on: June 26, 2007, 05:09:22 am »

Field Trip
by Susie

“Gather round children…. Hush now….. That includes you at the back there, Tammy and Billy!  Today, we’re collecting samples of the local plant life, so I want y’all to spread out in this area…. Don’t forget to stick with your buddy, and come get me if you find anything particularly interesting.”

The children skipped away happily, laughing and chattering and enjoying the sunny day out.  Miss Parker watched them darting enthusiastically here and there, with a deep sense of pride, breathing in the cool scent of pine and marvelling at the magnificence of the surroundings.  Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a sharp tug on her sleeve.

“Ma’am…. Ma’am…. Come quick!”

“What is it Billy?  Is Tammy hurt?”  She hastily followed the boy to a small clearing, only to find Tammy peering eagerly through the bushes.

“Come out of the way Tammy, let me see what’s goin’ on”.  Miss Parker was wholly unprepared for the sight that met her eyes.  Not two hundred yards down from her, were two naked men, one bent over the the other, goin’ at it like there was no tomorrow, sweating and moaning, heaving and thrusting, oblivious to the world.

“Tammy, Billy…. off you go now….  quickly…. back to the others!”

 “Miss Parker, what’re they doin’?”

“Nothing Billy”, she searched frantically for some kind of explanation, “ I expect they’re just practicing bull ridin’…. now hurry along…. scoot!”

She remained glued to the spot, mesmerised by the two fine looking young men.  She unfastened the top buttons of her blouse, fanning herself with her clipboard, leaving her free hand to linger over her tingling breasts.

“Oh my….” were the only words she could muster, transfixed by the beautiful contours of their muscular bodies, by the sheer wild, animalistic passion, a passion she had not yet discovered in her twenty three years.   The two men came hard, crying out in ecstasy, sending the tingling in her breasts shooting down through her body and hitting the inside of her thighs like a lightening bolt.  Flustered and blushing scarlet, suddenly aware that she was intruding on something very personal, she quickly buttoned up her blouse, and walked unsteadily back to the children, peering over her shoulder as she went.

“Come along now boys and girls, time to head down toward the river for our picnic”.  Ignoring the grumbles of protest, she regained her composure and marched them quickly off to safety.




Never by Toycoon

There was a look in Jack's eyes that Ennis never saw a man give another man before; it made Ennis' entire body throb with lust.

Cigarettes, whiskey and desire; it was a taste in his mouth he'd never had before.

Ennis tore at Jack's clothes, felt his hairy body, held his face, stroked his firm flesh, never denying this was what he'd always wanted and secretly craved.

(2) by littlewing

Jack was beyond denying anything. He removed what was left of his shirt and
Stretched his arms wide, welcoming Ennis into a fevered embrace.

Ennis kissed at the short, curly hairs on Jack’s firm chest.  Jack moaned with pleasure as he allowed his lover to lick and suck.  Ennis grabbed a few chest hairs with his teeth, pulled gently, raising Jack’s sweaty skin bit-by-bit.  The sensation was unlike anything Jack ever experienced in his lifetime!

“Take off your clothes, Cowboy!”  Jack ordered.  “I need you, now!”  Ennis was taken aback.  He was not used to Jack ordering him around, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it.  But when Jack pounced as though Ennis wasn’t moving fast enough, Ennis decided that he liked being told what to do.  He liked it very much…

(3) by littlewing

“I’ll do anything you say!”  Ennis grunted as he practically tore the buttons from his good shirt.  He flung his boots aside, followed by his jeans.  Jack had Ennis in his mouth before he could completely discard his briefs!

And just before he found his release, Ennis pulled himself free of Jack’s voracious mouth.  Jack didn’t like it, wanted more, but Ennis found his member lubricated just enough, courtesy of Jack’s saliva.

“Turn around, Rodeo!  I got something nice fer ya!”  It was Ennis’ turn to do the ordering!  Jack obeyed.  He pushed his backside toward his lover, braced himself…


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Crossing the Line by garycottle

Jack was sitting by the fire and Ennis was standing over him.  Ennis was about to go back to the sheep a moment earlier, but Jack stopped him.  When he told Ennis what he wanted to do the man was stunned.  He did draw closer, but hesitated in making that final step.

“Are you sure, Jack?”

“Come on, buddy.  Compared to what we been doin’ these past two nights this ain’t such a big thing.”

“But...”

“Oh, come on, now,” Jack cajoled.

The confusion was all over Ennis’s face, but so was his desire, and Jack knew he had won when Ennis finally walked forward and took his place in front of him.  Jack smiled up at his friend as he reached for his belt.

The lucky boy from Lightening Flat liked what he was doing even more than he imagined, and he was beginning to think it couldn’t get any better than this, but after about ten minutes he felt Ennis’s strong, calloused hands tentative touch the sides of his head.  Then he felt Ennis’s hips begin to thrust.  The man moved slowly at first, but he was picking up speed.

Jack looked up through rheumy eyes and saw that Ennis had his head tilted all the way back and he was staring up toward the stars.  The cowboy was lost in a state of lust.  So Jack opened up his throat and tried to prepare for what was about to happen.

The gulping, gagging sounds that Jack made shocked even him, and he half expected Ennis to pull out.  But he didn’t.  Ennis’s grip only became more firm, and his hips began to move quicker and with greater force.  The tears were running down Jack’s cheeks now, and he was sure he’d choke to death.  But what a way to go.

Ennis didn’t seem to know what to do when it was over, so Jack patted the side of his leg and told him it was time to go on up to them sheep.  Ennis buckled up and began to walk away, but then he stopped and looked back.

“I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”

“Course not, Ennis.”

Ennis turned slightly toward his horse.  The shy part of him obviously wanted to get going as fast as possible.  But Ennis fought the urge to leave in such haste.  Instead he trotted back to Jack and bend down and kissed him.

When their lips pressed together and parted, Jack revealed that he hadn’t swallowed all that Ennis had given him.  He showed Ennis that he was in fact savoring his seed.  Jack heard him gasp, and the loving, gentle kiss became hard.

When they separated Ennis ran toward his horse, and this time he didn’t look back.  Jack watched him go.  His wet, mischievous mouth curled into a self-satisfied smile, and he reached for his own belt while the memory of the evening’s events were still fresh in his mind.




Alma Jr.´s Gifts by littlewing


Extreme AU.  I took a few liberties here with sequence of events, characters, etc.  I’m even over the 3 paragraph rule.  It won’t happen again.  Well, at least I hope it won't!

Jack studied a tiny dress that was covered with bows and ribbons.  He loved it, and wasn’t put off by the price.  $100.00 for a tiny dress was steep, but to Jack, it was a pittance.  He loved Ennis Del Mar and Ennis deserved only the best.

“What do you think about this dress, Lureen?”   Jack asked his wife as he held the dress high enough for her to see it.  Lureen was shopping in the diaper section at the other side of the floor.  She looked at the tiny garment and wrinkled her nose.  Jack looked at the dress once more, shook his head and returned it to the rack.
 
I’ll be over there in a minute honey.  I’m just getting a supply of diapers for your friends.  They’ll need a lot of those!”

Jack looked at his wife in awe.  He loved her more at that moment than he ever thought possible.  What a giving soul she turned out to be!  Just yesterday he got word from Riverton that Alma Del Mar gave birth to a baby girl.  Ennis called her Alma Jr. after her mom.  Jack also heard that the Del Mar’s were having severe financial problems.  That was all Jack needed to hear to goad him to action.  He explained the situation to Lureen: he had a friend who just had a kid and couldn't really afford to get everything he needed for the child.  Lureen didn’t even blink.  She fetched their coats and drove straight to Neiman Marcus and the children’s department.  Jack was floored.  He would never forget Lureen’s kindness.  Ennis Del Mar was a good friend, and he wanted to help his buddy.  And the child!  Jack wouldn’t bear the thought of Ennis’ daughter doing without!
 
Lureen walked over to Jack carrying a case of disposable diapers, while on top she placed packages of sleepers, receiving blankets, bibs.   Jack took the items from her and allowed her to pick out a few baby clothes.  Lureen selected 3 stylish and expensive dresses, 2 pant outfits and a tiny coat.  It was all Jack could do to keep from crying.  He hadn’t laid eyes on Ennis Del Mar in years, but he still cared about him, would do anything for him.  The presents would be sent to Riverton anonymously, and at great cost.  The shipping fees alone would be murder, but Jack had to do it.  He knew that Ennis would never accept these things if he brought them in person.  If Ennis didn’t know who sent them, he couldn’t refuse them?  Right?  After the baby things were bought, Jack arranged with the store to have them shipped to the Del Mar residence a week from Saturday.  He also found out the date of Alma’s baby shower.  Jack wanted the surprise to arrive in time for the festivities.

Ennis didn’t have anywhere to go, and decided to hang around the kitchen as the womenfolk played shower games, ate finger foods and played with his new baby.  Just as he was about to fix himself a small plate of food, there was a knock at the door.  Alma answered and was astounded to see 2 deliverymen carrying a large box up to the house.

“What is this?”  Alma asked the men as they set the box down in the living room.

“I don’t know ma’am!”   “I just do the deliveries.  I don’t know what’s in the boxes.”

The man passed Alma a receipt to sign and was on his way.  Ennis rushed into the room and studied the box.  No return address, no way to even tell what state it came from.

“I don’t know if we should open this!” Ennis said as their guests crowded around the box.

“Oh come on, honey!”  Alma, excited now!  “Maybe it’s something for the baby.  It’s not tickin!  Let’s open it!”

Ennis shrugged and fetched a box cutter to cut through the tape.  Once the box was opened, there was a hushed silence in the room!  No one moved.  At first.  Alma picked up the tiny dresses, the other finery and squealed!

“Look at all of this!  Where did this come from?”  Ennis looked through the gear and scratched his head.  The merchandise was good quality.  Someone was being very generous and Ennis couldn’t image who would send these things.  Alma’s sister admired a tiny pant outfit.

“Hey Alma, this ain’t no junk!  Alma’s sister observed.  “Whoever bought this is rollin in dough!”

Ennis couldn’t argue with that.  As his guests admired the presents, he searched his mind for clues.  Then it hit him.  He couldn’t say why he knew, but he knew.  It was just a hunch he had.... Jack fuckin’ Twist…
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« Reply #34 on: June 27, 2007, 01:01:50 pm »
Words Unspoken by Toycoon

Jack contemplated for a long time about how he felt then thought about what he would say to Ennis but the words never seem to come as easily as the feelings did; he found himself expressing his heart in other ways.

Jack pulled Ennis' arm around him placing Ennis' hand on his erection, guiding it up and down and gyrating in rhythm because often, words are further from the deed.

"Ennis, all of them things you never said, I believed you meant every word."



Wet Skin by Dagi  - NC17  ???

The early morning sun made their wet skin glimmer after the bath in the river. They were both lying on their stomachs, eyes locked.

„You´re a witch, Ennis DelMar. You´re bewitching me. Merely looking you in the eye makes me need you so badly, makes me want my dick in that sweet hot mouth a  yours and your dick all the way up my ass at the same time, fuckin the hell out a me...“ His voice had become husky and rough, his eyes dreary.

„Ya mean ´a´ dick.  Can´t fuck and suck you at the same time, ......hunh? And not now, you have to be down at the bridge by noon, you know that, ........................but if one man is not enough for you why don´t you bring that basque guy....tie him onto one a the mules....?“

„Whoaaa, Ennis, don´t be disgusting“ Jack chuckled, but became serious again the moment he looked at this tall lean naked man standing now in front of him. Even Ennis´  talking about the basque failed to cool down the heat in his manhood.

Ennis leaned down to plant a wet, soft kiss on Jack´s lips. „Have to go up to them sheep now...“ he whispered and left his friend alone, knowing that he would take good care of himself.

tbc
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« Reply #35 on: June 29, 2007, 12:47:59 am »
Sweet Talk by littlewing

Ennis was lying on his back, a tangle of soft pillows under his head and torso.  Jack Twist was talking a blue streak, but his tone was hushed and romantic.  Jack stroked Ennis’ cheek, spoke soft words to him.

Ennis listened to Jack’s words and tried to hide a blush.   He would never admit it, but Ennis always wanted to hear something sweet come out of Jack’s mouth.  It was a real comfort to hear words of love after such spirited relations.

Jack fluffed Ennis’ pillows and continued to soothe.  He placed a gentle kiss on Ennis’ cheek and laid his head on Ennis’ breast.  Jack often hurt Ennis in bed.  It was a sweet, delicious pain, but it was pain, nonetheless.  Ennis shifted his sore bum and fell asleep while Jack spoke of love in the dark.


(2) by toycoon


Jack continued to stroke Ennis' hair, smoothing it and petting him like a family cat;
a sudden, transient rise of energy gripped Ennis changing his demeanor and startling Jack.

Ennis became an insatiable sexual animal, groaning, surprising even himself demanding, "Do me, Jack fucken' Twist, do me!"

Jack shook Ennis awake and held him close, feeling his heart racing through his chest; "You were having a hellava dream, Cowboy. Shame I had to wake you up before you got done! Does that offer still stand?"

(3) by littlewing


Ennis chuckled softly, and held Jack closer to his breast.  He kissed Jack’s hair, and didn’t mind one bit that Jack shook him out of a very pleasurable dream.

“Maybe in a little bit, Rodeo!”  Ennis whispered.  “I don’t think I’m up to it right now.  You okay with that?”  Jack hid a knowing smile from his lover.  “Listen Friend, if you’re sore back there, I brought a salve.  We can have you up and presentin' in no time!”

Ennis had to grin at Jack’s suggestion.  Where did Jack find the energy?  Ennis pushed his lover up a bit and crawled onto his stomach.  He raised his buttocks to Jack.  “Lube me up and we’ll see what happens..”




After The Dance by littlewing

“Let me take it off!”  Ennis yelled as Jack danced.  Jack moved seductively to Ennis, placed his gyrating hips right before Ennis’ red face.  “Shake it baby!”  Ennis cried as he pulled at Jack’s briefs.

“You got it, Cowboy!”  Jack laughed as he moved in tandem to the motion of Ennis’ fingers.  “I should call you “The tentacle!”  Jack chided as he stepped away from his lover and discarded his underwear.  Jack stood naked as a jaybird, but he continued his weird mating dance!  He moved his narrow hips in and out, flung his arms, moved his head from side to side.  And all without music!  Ennis watched transfixed as Jack danced.

Ennis rose to his feet and faced a heart achingly beautiful Jack Twist.  He made no move to hide his probing eyes, as he looked his lover up and down, from head to foot.  “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Rodeo!  Ennis began.  “I can’t believe you’re really mine."  C’mon, Friend!”   Jack beckoned an eager Ennis Del Mar.  “Let me show you what happens after the dance…"
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« Reply #36 on: June 30, 2007, 08:27:27 am »
Rack em up! by Susie


Ennis watched admiringly as Jack leaned over the pool table to take his shot.  The white ball was near the far end and in order to pot the black into the corner pocket and claim yet another victory, Jack had to lie, stretched half way across the table.

Ennis’ thoughts drifted as he observed Jack’s rear end…. peeling off Jack’s clothing, one item at a time, leaving his jeans until last, savoring each moment as he slowly slid them down to his ankles, revealing pale pink flesh, soft downy hair, and the perfectly toned, muscular roundness of his buttocks.

Moving in behind him, one hand caressing each cheek, massaging, circling, spreading them wide apart, ready to plunge in deep ….. “Whoo whee! That’s three games to one, bud!  You sure you wanna take me on again? Hey, you OK Ennis?”  Ennis reached for his pool cue, smiling to himself, “Rack em up!” he ordered…. Later.... he thought.




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Jack’s Turn by garycottle

Nights in the Wyoming mountains were usually pretty crisp and chilly even in the hottest stretch of summer, but this night was an excepting.  And not only was it warm, but the humidity was on the rise, too.  The heavy, sultry air woke Jack out of a sound sleep.  He found himself spooning up against Ennis’s back, and his friend’s body heat, coupled with the wool blankets that lay over top of them, was just too much.  With a deft kick he sent the covers hurling to the floor by the bed.

When Jack then huddled close to Ennis, pressing their now exposed flesh together, he noticed that his friend’s body odor was more pungent than normal.  But there in the still of the night with a sleeping Ennis in his arms, and with the man making sounds that resembled the purring of a house cat, Jack realized the smell didn’t repulse him.  He liked Ennis’s stink, and so he took in several long breaths through his nose.  On impulse he began to gyrate his hips slightly and the move brought his cock to the crack of Ennis’s ass.  Jack’s member began to lengthen and harden, and because their skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, Jack easily slipped in between Ennis’s firm cheeks.  Soon his head was pressed up against Ennis’s pretty pink hole.  Jack closed his eyes as he imagined the sight, and the taste of Ennis’s rosebud.  This caused Jack to moan, and he was sure that he would wake the man he held, but Ennis did not stir.

Earlier that evening they had left the cabin and went down the mountain to Pete’s Saloon.  It was a slow night, and Pete went home early and let Jack and Ennis have the run of the place so long as they agreed to lock up when they left, a favor he had granted them several times before.  While they were playing pool Ennis came up behind Jack when he was bent over trying to make a difficult shot, and very forcefully fucked him good.  Jack’s nose was still sore from being slammed down against the table’s felt-covered top.

Jack liked it that Ennis felt free to take liberties with his body.  It gave him a special sense of pride that Ennis so readily took possession of him.  But now Jack needed Ennis’s body, and it seemed to him that if Ennis could take him without asking first he should be allowed to take Ennis in the same way.  Weren’t they equals?  Didn’t they have the same rights and privileges?  So with a little shove he felt himself pass the lips of his friend’s anus.

Slowly he pushed his length up into Ennis, and the man didn’t offer any resistance.  But when Jack felt the wiry, curly hairs of his crotch make contact with Ennis’s backside Ennis gasped.  He even tried to pull away, but Jack held him in place.

“What the hell you doin’, Jack?” asked Ennis, sleepy and confused.

Jack answered in a hushed tone, “I woke up and needed a fuck, so would you just lay still.”

“But...”

“Just shut up and enjoy it, will you?”

“Jack, can’t I roll over so I can put my legs over your shoulders?”

There was something in the way Ennis asked this, like a small boy pleading for a glass of water to stave off bedtime, that brought an impish smile to Jack’s face.  He put his lips up against Ennis’s ear and whispered in a wicked voice, “Only if you call me daddy.”

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The Secretary by Littlewing

Trisha walked into Aguirre’s trailer carrying a thermos of coffee and a dozen donuts.  Joe Aguirre hired Trisha Smith as his secretary a few months after Ennis and Jack left Brokeback.  Paperwork was piling up, and he needed someone to help with the phones, typing, hiring.  Jack Twist just left, looking for work, moments before Trisha arrived.

“Who was that, Mr. Aguirre?"  Trisha asked with a twinkle in her eye as she handed Joe his coffee and donuts.

“Was he looking for work?”

 Aguirre sipped at his coffee and took a bite of a French cruller.  “Yeah, that pissant had the nerve to return here looking for a job.”  Aguirre began.  “But after the way he behaved last year, ain’t no way in hell I’m gonna rehire Jack Twist!”  Trisha took a seat behind her desk.

 “Well, he sure is a handsome man!”  Trisha began as she poured herself a cup of warm coffee from the thermos.  “I sure would like to be friends with someone like him!”

Aguirre studied Trisha and wondered if he made a mistake in hiring someone.  But there was work to be done, and he couldn’t do it all by himself.  Trisha came highly recommended, finished at the top of her class in secretarial school.  But she was young, lovely, single, and somewhat desperate.  Aguirre supposed it was natural for Trisha to be attracted to the handsome Jack Twist.

“You’re wastin’ your time there, my girl!”  Aguirre told Trisha with a smirk.  And he remembered several months back when he made a trip to camp to see his hands, Jack Twist and Ennis Del Mar.  Aguirre couldn’t recall why he went up there to see them, but he’ll never forget what he saw!

“Now enough of this idle chit chat!”  Aguirre admonished Trisha with a point of his finger.  “Back to work!”

“What a mean ole fart!”  Trisha thought as she turned to her typewriter.  But she was never one to be discouraged from pursuing something she wanted.  When Aguirre left the trailer to inspect the herd, Tricia grabbed his rolodex and looked for the name and number of one Jack Twist…



    
Close Call by Littlewing (69)

An 80 year old Ennis Del Mar returned to his home after a 2 month stay in the County Hospital.  He suffered a moderate heart attack, and the doctors released him reluctantly, and only under the condition that he had someone home at all times to look after him.  As it turned out, Alma Jr. was available to move in with her dad, as her husband passed away several years ago, and her 2 children left home even before Kurt died.  Ennis considered himself a very lucky man to not only survive an attack that could have killed him, but to have a loving daughter – well – 2 loving daughters!  Jenny bought him the house shortly before she moved overseas to pursue a singing career.

Alma practically carried a still weak Ennis into the living room, and lowered him to the couch.  She made him as comfortable as she could before heading to the kitchen to put away the few groceries purchased earlier.  Ennis found himself alone in his living room and allowed his thoughts to drift back to his first night in the ICU.  He was groggy from the medicines, but he was certain he heard a familiar voice.  It was muffled and vague at first, but became clearer, louder.  Ennis was sure he heard the words, “Come to me, Baby!”  The voice was sad, hesitant.  Ennis knew who called him, but he wasn’t ready to go just yet.

The hospital sent over a social worker to check on Ennis’ progress, and to make sure that someone was at the house to care for him.  Alma offered the young man a cup of coffee and left them alone to have a talk.  The young man asked Ennis if he was experiencing any depression, loneliness, fear, regret.  Ennis shook his head no, but thought he had better tell the worker about the voice he heard.  The young man listened to Ennis recount the words, “Come to me, Baby” with particular interest.

“And you say you know who was calling you?”  The young man asked as he took notes.  “Why don’t you tell me who that person is?”

“Was!”  Ennis began.  “Was!”  He pulled his hand-made blanket up to his chin and fought back tears.

“His name was Jack Twist and we was herding sheep almost 60 years ago up on Brokeback Mountain….”




Pete’s Saloon by garycottle

Thank God it was warm this time.  It was June, the beginning of summer, and Jack and Ennis had managed to get up to the cabin.  For three days running they had hunted elk–unsuccessfully as it turns out–and they had spent the first two nights joined in easy passion with the lights out.  After dinner on the third night they sat out on the porch in their shirtsleeves, rocking in twin rockers.  They didn’t say much.  Instead they listened to the night music of the wilderness.  It was after nine, and Ennis considered going on to bed.  But Jack had another notion.  He wanted to drive down the mountain and get a drink.

“We got beer here.”

“Come on, Ennis.  There’s a place right at the turnoff.”

“It’ll take us over an hour to get down there, and that means an hour gettin’ back,” said Ennis, sounding bullheaded, but somehow communicating that he had in fact given in.

It was close to eleven by the time they got to the bar, which was a plane cinder block building that had once served as a Texaco station.  The pumps had been removed, the windows had been painted over, and a neon sign over the door read Pete’s Place.  The sign went dark just as the boys pulled up.

On finding out they had missed last call Ennis’s first instinct was to turn around and go back.  But Jack jumped out of the truck when he saw a stooped, weathered man with grey hair in need of a cut come out and head toward the only other pickup in the lot.

“You Pete?” Jack asked, open and friendly.

The man didn’t look up and continued toward his truck.  “We’re closed.  Slow night, so I’m going home.  Come back tomorrow.”

Ennis got out, stood there at the fender, and watched Jack put the charm to the old guy.

“Come one, man,” Jack said sounding like a kid asking for one more ice cream cone.  “My friend and I are camping up in the mountains, and we drove near two hours to get here.”

That cinched the deal.  Old Pete hesitated a moment, and then looked up at Jack.  “Tell you what, you boys go on in, drink what you want, and put the money on the counter.”  He then threw his key ring over.  Jack came close to missing it.  “Lock up when you’re finished, and put that on the ledge over the door.”

After two beers Jack got up, plugged in the jukebox, and made a selection.  The quiet, ghostlike hush of the room was suddenly replaced with Patsy Cline singing Crazy.

When Jack indicated that they should dance, Ennis looked at him like a frightened child.

“Come on, friend.  Nobody’s here.  Nobody’s goin’ a see.”

The two met on the worn linoleum and embraced.  Their dicks quickly hardened as they pressed against each other, but they allowed the passion to fade.  After two nights of lovemaking the old urgency was replaced by a different yearning.  They danced for a long time, until the gentle sways slowed and stopped altogether.  Then Ennis noticed he held a sleeping boy.

“Come on, Jack,” he whispered.  “Time to go home.”

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« Reply #38 on: July 02, 2007, 04:53:43 am »
Red and Sweet by Dagi

„Look what I found on the way back!“ Ennis dismounted quickly, took one of the tiny red fruits out of his Resistol and put it without asking right between Jack´s lips.

„Mmmmm, wild raspberries, love them...“ mumbled Jack, savouring the sweetness mixed with the taste of Ennis´ hands.

Ennis kept feeding Jack, smiling happily, enjoying  the sense of the warm moist soft lips when out of a sudden Jack caught hold of his hand, and started to lick the juice off his thumb, then sucked each single finger deep into his hot mouth, wrapping his tongue around it, closing his lips tightly, and unzipped Ennis´ jeans...




A Summer Morning 1957 by Dagi

Jack woke up in the hay with his still sound asleep cousin Eric in his arms. He didn´t remember how they had gotten into that position, spooned up closely, maybe this - despite his age - always frightful boy had been searching for comfort in the night.
Jack enjoyed the warmth of Eric´s body, felt his hard dick against the boy´s butt. Following a sudden impulse he put his palm on Eric´s otherwise tiny, but now that it was erect, rather impressive penis and, overwhelmed by what he sensed, a low moan escaped from his throat.
Much to his surprise his cousin placed his own hand upon Jack´s, pressing it even more onto his little hard cock. The sound of his own groan finally woke him up completely, and he jumped up and out and would avoid  looking Jack in the eye for the rest of the summer.


Jack pulled the blanket aside, searched for Ennis big, strong hand and pressed it onto his hot, throbbing member, moaning huskily into the bedroll...



Come And Get It! by Toycoon  (72)

Jack sat on an old tree stump, shirtless in the noonday sun, gazing off into the distance past the sheep, rubbing his forehead and thinking about all of the events of the night previous.

Like an Indian brave, Ennis silently snuck up behind Jack, yanked off his black cowboy hat and took off running down the hillside shouting, "Come an' get it!" with Jack, very close behind him.

Jack made a flying leap grabbing the sides of Ennis' trousers, exposing his butt and sending them both to the ground rolling and laughing hysterically then, Jack took a tender bite of Ennis' ass.


(2) by Littlewing  (73)

“Owwww!”  Ennis teased, as Jack placed tiny, soft bites along his bum cheeks!  "Bite me a little more, Rodeo, I kinda like it,”  Ennis exclaimed. Jack giggled as he licked as well as bit, first along the swell of Ennis’ buttocks, and then along his deep and narrow slit.  Ennis pulled his bum away as Jack poised to place his tongue where the sun don’t shine!

Jack faced Ennis with a puzzled look.  “Let me do it, Ennis... I wanna!”  But Ennis pulled Jack’s face to his, gently forced his tongue down Jack’s throat.  "Look, I wanna taste more of you too, but how are we gonna do this?  Who does what to who first?"

Jack had an idea.  “Look, just follow my lead, Cowboy.  This is gonna be real good.  That is, if you’re game.”  Ennis nodded vigorously, and Jack took his position, flat out on the ground.  “Now face my feet!”  Jack ordered huskily.  Ennis understood, and buried his head between Jack’s thighs.  He positioned his bum right over Jack’s eager mouth.  “Come and get it, Rodeo,”  Ennis yelled as Jack grabbed his hips and pulled him down…




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« Reply #39 on: July 03, 2007, 03:18:21 am »
Beans by Susie

"I’m sicka beans!” Jack moaned, pulling faces and stirring his fork idly around the can.

“They’re just fine … now quit yer hammerin’, dumbass!”

Jack smiled to himself, lifted out a fully loaded fork, pulled it back a little with his finger, took aim, and let go.  Splat! …. the beans landed on Ennis’ cheek and slowly dribbled down his neck.

Jack giggled, kneeling in front of a dumbfounded Ennis, and licked them clean off his face, “Hmmm … tastes better that way!”  He unbuttoned his lover’s shirt, smeared more beans over his chest, the tomato sauce forming a pool in his naval, and proceeded to lick and bite at them hungrily.

Ennis jumped up, laughing, wrestling Jack to the ground, pulling at his belt and emptying the entire contents of the can down the back of his jeans.

“Ah Sheeit, Ennis!”  Jack cried, unbuckling his jeans and sliding them off, his firm white bottom, coated with beans, the sauce oozing between his buttocks and down the inside of his thighs.

Ennis pulled him down onto all fours and playfully licked his cheek, “Hmmmm … you’re right, tastes much better this way!”

Jack sighed and glanced behind him, watching Ennis greedily tuck in, and with a sly smile, announced “Dinner’s served!”



Pray For Him by littlewing

Jim Bennett carried a barely conscious Jack Twist up to his front door.  “Poor soul!”  Jim thought as he propped an arm around Jack’s shoulder.  He was asked by the Pastor of Ephesians A.M.E. Church to see that Mr. Twist got home in one piece.  Jim knew Jack well, worked with him at Newsome’s for years.

Jack was pulled into Ephesians after a sister saw him on the sidewalk outside of the church, dancing and clapping, swaying in time to the music of the praise service: music so resonant that it could be heard from blocks away.  Jack was unbelievably drunk and incoherent, muttering something about Mexico and Ennis..or was it Dennis?  Rev. Macklin and the entire congregation prayed for Jack, and made him as comfortable as possible.  Jim Bennett was the only person in church who knew Jack’s identity. He also knew what haunted him, made Jack drink like a fish.  That Randall Malone couldn’t keep a secret.

Jim knocked forcefully on Jack’s front door.  Lureen came rushing out, as she hadn’t set eyes on Jack for days, and was worried.

“Where did you find him, Jim?”  Lureen asked, a note of irritation mixed with relief in her voice.  She shook her husband until he stood up straighter, but his fierce blue eyes were unfocused.

“He was in church, ma’am,”  Jim answered as he pulled Jack into the house.  Lureen didn’t seem surprised.  Nothing Jack did surprised her.

“Here, Jim, set him down on the couch over there.”  Lureen guided.  She stood away from them both.  She didn’t even want to be near her husband, as he smelled like a brewery and something else she couldn’t put her finger on.  Jim deposited Jack on the couch and pulled a throw over him.  He looked down at the sad, sad man and shook his head.

“Well, I’ll be going now, ma’am!”  Jim said as he tipped his hat.

“Thanks for bringin’ him home Jim,”  Lureen began.

"And because you were so kind to my husband, take tomorrow off.”  Jim smiled and exited the Twist home.

“Thank you Jim..” Jack managed from the couch.  He looked up at Lureen with a fearful expression.  Lureen saw in her husband’s eyes a sadness so sublime that her heart almost broke.

“Well, at least he’s home!”  Lureen thought as she walked, alone, to her bedroom.   



Many States Away by Littlewing

August nights are hot and humid in Childress.  Jack Twist liked to sit alone in his den, his air conditioned den, drinking a bit of whiskey, thinking about nothing in particular.  His days were hard and bleak without one Ennis Del Mar to hold him.

Ennis didn’t mind Riverton’s hot August nights.  After a long day at the ranch he sat on the stoop of his trailer, shirtless, sipping a bit of whiskey from a paper cup.  His days were empty and depressing without Jack Twist’s arms around his torso.

It happened a lot!  Like a cry in the night, Jack “heard” the longing of his lover, felt his loneliness.  Like a transmittal of thought, Ennis felt Jack’s sadness and confusion.  But it was okay.  It seemed so natural to communicate this way: a cosmic relay, many states away.

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« Reply #40 on: July 03, 2007, 03:56:51 am »
End or Beginning by Dagi

Ennis felt slightly uncomfortable in this unusual position on all four, not because of his knees on the hard soil, but due to the lack of control. But in the end Jack had always proved to be trustworthy.

The wet line his lover was licking from his neck way down his spine was getting cold in the night air, but all that Ennis could think of was the direction his newfound friend´s wet mouth was going.
When he reached the beginning of the crack Jack hesitated for a moment. He had never done that before, but having always been curious he wanted to try as many things as possible before their time up on Brokeback would come to an end.

Would it be an end, or rather the beginning of something completely different from anything he had ever been able to figure?

A deep, yearning groan from Ennis brought him back; he put both hands on those unbelievably firm white cheeks, opened them a little, his cock meanwhile hard as rock and dripping, and took a look at that beautiful rose, before he lowered his mouth to taste Ennis´ flesh, inhaled this manly scent he had come to love, and his moist soft tongue incircled the butthole in small probing movements, evoking moans Jack had never heard from Ennis  before.

No matter how long this summer would last, he was determined to enjoy every single moment to the full...





Peeling Spuds by Susie

How in the hell am I s’posed to finish up here now?  Ennis was crouched less than ten feet away from him, butt naked and dripping with hot water.  Jack’s hands were unsteady, gaze fixed on the knife, catching a glimpse of Ennis through the corner of his eye. Damn he’s so fu ckin’ beautiful, never seen nothin’ like him before!.

Twenty years may have passed, but not much had changed; hair perhaps a little thinner, waistlines a little thicker.  However the fire was still ablaze and Ennis, still naked as the day he was born; the charge between them always high, but tempered with the familiarity of years living together.   

Jack chuckled to himself, tossed the potato up in the air, marched on over to Ennis and crouched down behind him.  He wrapped his arms around Ennis’s wet belly, Ennis turning his head and smiling, relaxing back into Jack’s warm chest.  Jack’s hands headed south, tickling the skin in their path, he playfully licked Ennis’s earlobe and with a voice soft as silk, whispered “Need some help there, friend?”





Come Take a Ride by Susie (p. 82)

"Come take a ride with me Ennis."

"Nah, my horse ain't saddled up."

"Don't matter, plenty a room up here for two."

Ennis climbed into the saddle behind Jack, butted right up against him. Little click of the tongue, a light tap of the heels and the horse trotted off down into the valley.

Rubbing up against Jack sure felt good, the smell and taste of that soft skin right behind his ear, so inviting. Ennis could feel the aching in the pit of his stomach, the pressure building in his groin, could feel Jack stiffening at his touch.

He quickly unfastened his pants, freeing himself, reached round in front of Jack, unbuckling him and pulling his jeans down far as he could, just enough room to guide himself in a little way. Jack let out a low moan, pressing his thighs against the horse, causing it to suddenly break into a canter, pushing Ennis in all the way.

"Holy shit!" Ennis choked, kicking his heels into the side of the horse, sending it into a flat-out gallop, every stride pounding him in deeper, harder. Both men cried out, coming hot and fast, wild and euphoric, mountains and forests speeding past in a blur.
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« Reply #41 on: July 04, 2007, 02:02:43 pm »
“Happy 4th of July, Jack Twist!” by Littlewing


Ennis looked at his wife with an expression that said, “Don’t you dare say anything else!”  He just kicked the crap out of a slop mouthed biker, one of 2 jerks who disrespected his family, and Alma looked at him like he lost his mind?  Ennis didn't understand her attitude!

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.”  Ennis said as he moved toward his wife and babies.  “I’m not in the mood for this anymore.”  Ennis picked up his daughters and placed one in each arm.  Alma collected the girls’ handmade blankets, along with the rest of their things and followed Ennis to the truck.

The apartment over the Laundromat was quiet, but the sky was alive with rockets red glare, bombs bursting in air.  Ennis was amazed that the girls were able to sleep through the racket.  Rowdies ran through the streets setting off firecrackers.  Teenagers shouted and threw bottles.  Dogs howled and ran for cover.  Alma was straightening the apartment, the ruckus with the bikers long forgotten.  She glanced at her husband and winked.  Ennis picked up on the signals, and thought, why the hell not?  He didn’t like hurting her, but the memory of Jack Twist!  The need was just too strong.  After he did what she hated, Alma curled up into a fetal position and fell asleep.  Ennis lay on his back and mouthed the words: “Happy 4th of July, Jack Fuckin' Twist!”




Happy 4th of July Ennis Del Mar by Susie


Jack leaned against the log, gazing sleepily up at the night sky, inky black above him, alight in the far distance, with a million sparkling colors.  Glowing embers flew up from the campfire, dancing in the breeze and gently settling near his feet, his own personal firework display.

He’d not been around these parts for a couple of years now, but today, drawn by some invisible force to this peaceful spot, he'd packed up his meagre belongings into his old pick up truck and made the fourteen hour trip, followed by a four hour hike, through the mountain to the place where they'd talked and laughed, and made love.

Wonder what he’s doin’ right now.  Wonder if he’s thinkin’ ‘bout me....  A twinge of sadness flowed through him as he raised his whiskey bottle to the sky and smiled hopefully, “Happy 4th of July, Ennis Del Mar...."

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« Reply #42 on: July 06, 2007, 03:39:42 pm »
To Remember Happier Days by Littlewing

Jack Twist watched Ennis walk away with a sadness he couldn't find the center of.  He sighed as he returned to the tent to continue packing his gear, get ready to return to the real world.  Ennis was already at camp, and must have discarded his bloody shirt to wash later, and changed into the only other shirt he owned.  Jack sat still, as every movement split his head, hurt his heart.

He had an idea: just a spur of the moment thought.  Looking both ways, Jack swiped Ennis’ bloody shirt, and stored it with his own meager belongings.  He didn’t know exactly what he would do with Ennis’ shirt, but he knew why he took it.

“I’m not mad at you, Ennis.”  Jack thought as he continued to pack his things.  He imagined himself in his bedroom up at Lightning Flats; Ennis’ shirt draped over a chair.  Jack saw himself caressing the shirt, outlining the collar soil with a finger.  He’ll drape the sleeves around his neck, imagine being held by his love – remember happier days.  But he will never wash Ennis’ shirt.  The blood is a reminder of the hurt he experienced as they parted ways that magical summer.  Jack learned a bitter lesson that summer: with every laugh, there is a tear.





REVELATIONS by Merr


He found the Twist Ranch, a stark image of shabby neglect and bleakness.  As he was getting out of his truck, he could see the frail vision of Mrs. Twist coming out of the house to greet him.  She looked almost like an angel with her beckoning eyes and welcoming demeanor.  Once inside though, the house appeared sterile, stark and cold.  Jack's daddy, Old Man Twist, sat at the kitchen table with an unforgiving look about his entire form.  Ennis sat up straight and waited for OMT to acknowledge his presence.  He finally decided to break the silence – "I feel awful bad about Jack, can't begin to say how bad I feel.  I knew him a long time."  OMT still had a sour expression on his face.  "I come by to tell you that if you want me to take his ashes up there on Brokeback like his wife says he wanted, I'd be proud to."  OMT began talking in a very sarcastic demeaning tone and Ennis just sat there feeling awful with the things he was saying.  He could understand more fully what Jack had gone through growing up, with a daddy who felt such disgust for him.  Then out of the blue he felt a hand, almost angelic, on his shoulder and a kind gentle voice saying "I kept his room like it was when he was a boy, I think he appreciated that.  You are welcome to go up in his room if you want."  Ennis nodded and said "I'd like that."

Ascending the stairs, Ennis thought how barren the house seemed.  Entering Jack's room was painful – how little there was to validate that the Jack he knew to be so hopeful and loving had ever lived there.  It was stuffy, and Ennis propped the window open and sat on a low stool and looked out to see what Jack could see every day of his life, the lone road that had led him out of this sterile prison.

Something made him turn around and he noticed Jack's closet – obviously left open for Ennis to discover.  Mrs. Twist, he decided, had sent him up here for a reason.  He crossed the room and saw clothes neatly hanging on wire hangers, some of them he remembered Jack wearing.  He saw his old raggedy boots on the floor and reached down to pick one up and put it to his nose – just a little of Jack's scent was left but it stirred so many memories.

Then he saw what Mrs. Twist must have wanted him to find, but wasn't sure at first what he was looking at.  An old denim shirt of Jack's hanging there.  He lifted it by the hanger and realized that it was too heavy …oh, his shirt that he had thought he'd left up on Brokeback that last day was hanging inside of Jack's shirt – as if Jack was surrounding him with love.  He pulled the shirts up to his face and buried his nose in them to smell the remains of the scents of those glorious days up on Brokeback when he and Jack were so young and playful and were falling in love.  It had been a wondrous, but confusing, time for Ennis – I guess both of them really.  He didn't understand the feelings that he was sensing then.  He was engaged to be married to Alma in November, but right now he was feeling so drawn to this beautiful man.  What did these feelings mean?  And just as he was feeling like he never wanted to be anywhere but Brokeback Mountain with Jack, they were suddenly told to "Bring 'em down."  He was devastated, felt like crying out with anger WHY!  I've been robbed of my last month with "my love" and what now?  They tussled and fought and Jack caught Ennis in the nose and he had bled all over his shirt and Jack's.  When they got to Signal there was an awkward good bye, Ennis realizing that he had left his bloody shirt up on Brokeback, and then "Well, see you around, I guess."

My God, the sleeves still have the blood stains on them, each bloody sleeve touching.  He held the shirts like he was holding Jack and his insides were about to explode with his memories and the pain of longing he felt for Jack.  "I should have known, I should have…" but it was too late.  Jack was gone and his feeling of regret overpowered him.  "What if…."?  "Why was I…?"

Ennis descended the stairs with the shirts tucked under his arm.  He hoped that OMT didn't say anything as he walked by him staring straight at Mrs. Twist, hoping that she would let him take the shirts with him.  She looked back at him understanding exactly what he was doing and helped him put them in an old paper sack to carry home.

Meantime, OMT had been waiting to get his last jab in and said "Tell ya what, we got a family plot and he's goin in it" and all the time Mrs. Twist looking at him with a plea for Ennis not to say anything.  Ennis just said "yes sir" relieved that it was finally over as Jack's ashes no longer were a priority to him.  Ennis had something much more special of Jack's to take with him -- the memory of their first summer together when they had fallen in love.  He would always regret not being able to love Jack openly and take him up on his suggestion of a "Sweet Life," but he now realized how much Jack really loved him and he could carry that knowledge with him forever, not as a secret sorrow, but as a reminder that their love was beautiful and that he, Ennis, was loveable.  He must now have the courage to open himself up to new possibilities.

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« Reply #43 on: July 06, 2007, 03:44:04 pm »
Lost Boys by garycottle

Ennis awoke with a start, and at first he didn’t know where he was, but when he looked up and saw the familiar pattern of the cracked plaster on the ceiling overhead he realized that he was in the apartment he shared with Alma and his daughters.  It was summer and the washing machines and dryers downstairs had been going all day, thus making the small, confined space steamy.  The nubby material of the worn couch he laid on was clammy and damp.  His hair was dripping with sweat also, and when he touched his bare chest he found that it was slick.

He thought about sitting upright, but just then he remembered that he had the strangest dream while he slept.  Jack and he had decided to go off to be together, and they ended up someplace back east where the woods were thick and green and the air was so humid that it was like walking through a wet, warm cloud.  They found a big old house just outside of a small village that rented cheap, but the only catch was the lease stipulated that only one person could live there.  So Ennis ended up sleeping in a room down in the basement, and Jack was the only one who ever went into town.

The townsfolk must have found out that they had broken the rules, and that the two of them had been living in the old house together, because one day Jack didn’t come home, and then Ennis looked out the basement window and saw a group of unfriendly men being led by the local sheriff come up the road.

As Ennis sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, Alma Jr., who was sitting in the floor in front of the TV with her baby sister, said, “Great, now he’s awake.”  The end credits of the program they had been watching were rolling.

When Ennis looked directly at his eldest he saw her annoyed expression was mixed with love and acceptance.  “Did I snore or somethin’?”

“No, but you did make it kind of hard to follow the story,” Jenny said without looking back.

For a week the girls had been talking about their plans to watch Salem’s Lot, and it saddened Ennis to know that he may have spoiled it for them.

“Well, what did I do?” he said with a note of contrition.

Alma, who was sitting in the corner chair reading one of those Harlequin romance novels, piped up and said in an edgy voice, “You kept saying, ‘No, Jack!  No!’”

“Isn’t your fishin’ buddy named Jack, Daddy?” asked Alma Jr.

“Go to bed, girls,” Alma said sharply.

Ennis buried his face in his hands and mumbled, “I’m sorry.”





The Intruder Part 1
by Susie

Jack entered Don Wroe’s cabin alone, stumbling about in the pitch black, feeling his way around the couch.  He froze in mid stride at the sound of a trigger being cocked and a low menacing voice coming out of the dark, “Hands over yer head, cowboy”.  Jack immediately obeyed, searching for the source of the noise and eventually making out the shadowy figure in the corner of the room, the only light, coming from the tip of his cigarette.

“Take off yer shirt…. Now yer pants cowboy.” Jack silently did as instructed, struggling to get his jeans over his boots, nearly falling on his face, finally standing butt naked and hard.

The man stepped out of the shadows and stood in front of him, unbuckling his own jeans and dropping them to the floor, “On yer knees cowboy”.  Jack acquiesced, “Just one thing, Ennis… When you ever gonna let me be the bad guy?”  “You sassin’ me boy?”  Ennis took a step closer, “Maybe this’ll shut you up good!”




The Intruder Part 2 by Susie

Ennis entered Don Wroe’s cabin alone, stumbling about in the pitch black, feeling his way around the couch. He froze in mid stride at the sound of a trigger being cocked and a low menacing voice coming out of the dark, “Hands over yer head, yer yeller bellied .... wait a minute, let me do it again ....” and stifling a giggle, Jack started from the top, “Hands over yer head yer lily livered .... sheeit, just one more time I promise!”.

Ennis stood laughing. Jack regained his composure and tried again, “Hands over yer head cowboy and take off all yer clothes”. Ennis eagerly obeyed.

“Now what am I s’pposed to say?”

“Jesus Jack! You dumbass! Get over here!” Jack obeyed.

“Now get on yer knees, cowboy”.

“Hey! Ain't that my line?” Jack laughed, he was never any good at foolin’ people, and besides he realised, taking Ennis deep into his mouth, he was getting exactly what he'd wanted all along.

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« Reply #44 on: July 10, 2007, 05:29:10 am »
Sitting Pretty by Littlewing 9. Juli 07

Midnight, and Ennis and Jack were just turning in after a day of hiking, talking, playing cards and eating.  Both were very tired and very content to be together.  They laughed as the last embers of the fire crackled and performed an eerie dance among the shadows of the night.

Ennis was the first to enter the tent.  He undressed in haste as Jack poured a bucket of water on the fire.  The night promised to be cold, but the tent was warm and Ennis was suddenly on fire.  He brought a few small fold-away chairs this time to ease the burden of sitting on the stiff, unforgiving ground.  Completely undressed, Ennis sat down on a small chair, his manhood standing straight up, at attention!

Jack pushed his way into the tent, almost falling backwards as he noticed a nude Ennis sitting erect and tall in the chair.  Something else was standing straight up: ramrod hard and twitching!  Jack chucked softly as he noticed Ennis’ cock head resembled a big, savory mushroom.

“That looks like a nice place to sit!”  Jack laughed as he pointed to Ennis’ member.

“What…the chair?”  Ennis joked as he ran his cold hand along the sides of the chair.  “You want to sit down, Rodeo?”

Jack wasted no time!  He disrobed faster than he ever had!  Ennis reached out for his lover and Jack moved closer.  He turned his back to Ennis and eased down…..



Meadowlark by garycottle 9. Juli 07

It was near suppertime and Ennis hadn’t returned to camp, so Jack decided to go looking for him.  He found him in the meadow just upstream.  Jack scanned the open expanse and saw Ennis’s bare feet perched on a log.  When Jack drew closer he discovered the man was prostrate and his hat laid over his face.

Jack bent down and plucked a weed and then proceeded to lightly graze Ennis’s dirty soles, causing the toes to twitch a couple of times.  But then Ennis suddenly sprang to life and wrestled Jack to the ground.  He had been playing possum.

“Boy, I’ll show you who’s goin’ to get tickled around here,” Ennis said.

He playfully bit his friend on the nose and then rolled over and laid beside him.  The unexpected rush of activity was followed by an easy lull.  They were silent a moment, and then Ennis said, “It’d be real nice if we lived out here all the time, Jack.”

“Maybe we could buy us a piece of land out this way,” Jack said.

“I don’t mean it like that.  I don’t want no deed.  I’m talkin’ about just takin’ off and leavin’ the world behind.”

Jack raised up on his elbow and looked at Ennis.  He said, “You’re talkin’ like somebody who’s been drinkin’ dandelion wine.  How would we get by?”

With a tinge of bitterness Ennis said, “We could live off the land.  That’s how they did it a hundred fuckin’ years ago.”  He then turned over onto his belly, collected his hat, looked down at the rim, and said in a defeated tone, “Never mind.  It was a dumbass thing to say.  No matter how you work it there’s no way out.”

“Ennis...”  Jack wanted to say he was sorry, but he held his tongue.  And he almost mentioned something about the two of them going to live on has daddy’s place, but he thought better of that, too.  Finally he laid his hand on the small of Ennis’s back and merely said, “Let’s go get us somethin’ to eat.”





Admiration by garycottle

Jack was all set to lunge but then he caught sight of Ennis, and suddenly he wanted to enjoy the view.  You can see something a thousand times without really looking at it, but every now and then you stop and realize just how handsome a certain tree is, or a mountain, or a person, or a specific part of a person.  Jack had been down on his knees in front of Ennis a hundred times at least.  Maybe more.  But this was one of those occasions when he wanted to pay extra close attention.

Ennis was thick and meaty down there, and he had a couple of ropy, purplish veins that ran along his shaft.  His big, spongy, slightly darker head flared out like a storm trooper’s helmet.  Ennis had a real man’s cock.  And if that wasn’t enough, his firm, pink, fuzzy balls hanging low reminded Jack of fresh, ripe peaches.  Ennis was turgid and oozing, and in this state he listed to the left a little three quarters of the way up, and then he turned in the same direction a bit more sharply.  Jack knew that the irregular shape and the girth was what made Ennis feel so good inside of him.

Jack took Ennis’s balls into his hand and smiled up at his friend.  “You’re so beautiful, Ennis.  The way you’re made...”

“Quit your yammerin’, Jack.  I can’t stand it much longer.”

Jack leaned in and tickled Ennis's piss slit with the tip of his tongue, causing the man to shutter.  He could literally see the hairs on Ennis’s arms stand up, and he took pride in knowing that he was making that happen.

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« Reply #45 on: July 10, 2007, 05:40:34 am »
Son Of A Bitch by Dagi

They pressed their bodies together in a tight embrace, neither of them willing to let go, each trying to not let out a moan that would reveal how they felt every time they had to part, each trying to be strong for the other´s sake.
After what seemed an eternity, Ennis tried to pull back since he knew it was time for Jack to go,  a long ride home waiting for him. But Jack didn´t  let him, pulled him even closer.
„Son of a bitch, Ennis, why ya do this to me, hurts so much to have to let you go....can´t let you go...damn it...“, his words merely a choked whisper.
Ennis´ eyes filled with tears, he felt the same way but would rather bite off his tongue than admit it, for he knew it was because of him that they had to part again and again, so many times he had already lost count.
Jack didn´t dare think of that goddamn emptiness he would fall into again in Childress, an emptiness so empty he sometimes had to get drunk, not in order to not feel anything anymore, but to feel anything at all.
 „Why did ya do this to me, Jack?“ Ennis murmured hardly audible.
„Do what?“ „ Why d'ya make me love ya so much?“ he thought, looking at Jack, not bothering any more about hiding the tears in his dark eyes.
Jack ran his fingers through those beloved curls, took this beloved face in both his hands and kissed Ennis so tenderly, their lips scarcely touching, breathing and moaning into each other´s mouths, tongues meeting  sweet and wet and soft. The moans became louder, the desire stronger until Ennis whispered raucously „ Take me, Jack, please, do me once more, I want ta take ya home with me...“
Jack stared at him, surprised, but a second later he turned Ennis around, pressed him against the truck and with trembling hands he shoved down both their jeans. He hesitated a moment, almost unable to hold back once his erect member touched firm flesh, but Ennis thrusted back against him, moaning loud, his head lolling back, answer enough.
The urge overwhelmed Jack, and with an animal grunt he pushed in all the way in one, knowing he was causing pain without any lube at all, wishing it almost, anger and grief and rage running through him now in hot waves, oddly mixed up with desire, and he pushed in and pulled back and pushed in hard again, Ennis becoming silent, only breathing heavily, knowing he was getting punished in a way for doing this to Jack, for leaving him again and again, for refusing to give him what he was craving so much.
Despite the pain,  the feel of Jack inside of him, filling him up, taking him mercilessly, submitting him to his own will, excited him more that he would ever have dared to admit, and he felt that he was about to come without even touching himself, needing both hands to hold on to the truck for his legs threatened to give way under him.
Jack´s grip around Ennis´ hips became even stronger, he buried his nails in his victims flesh crying out loud when they came only seconds apart in wave after wave, Jack holding Ennis so close they became like one body.
There they stood shaking, faces wet with sweat and tears, aware that something inside of them had broken.
„Did I hurt you?“ Jack whispered when they had calmed down a little.“I´m sorry, didn´t mean to....well, maybe I did...“.
Ennis finally turned around, folded his love in his arms and stroke his face in a tender gesture.
„S´alright, Jack....s´alright“.


Part 2 by Susie

Jack stared into his rear view mirror, the reflection of Ennis’ truck pulling out of the parking lot and heading off down the dirt track was an all too familiar sight.  His heart sank slowly into his stomach at the prospect of yet another fourteen hour drive, each moment taking him a step further away from his love, a step closer to nothing.  How much more of this could he take?  Every departure ripped tiny pieces of his heart clean out of his chest, and now, only shattered fragments remained.

He switched on the radio, set the truck in reverse and backed out onto the road.  Tears filled his eyes, brimming over and spilling down his cheeks, “Damn you, Ennis Del Mar!”   He replayed their final moments together over and over in his mind, he’d needed to hurt Ennis, to make Ennis feel some of his pain.  But now that his anger had subsided, it left behind a deepening sadness at so many words once again left unspoken.

The radio helped to wile away some of the hours, providing a little distraction, until the words “Crazy” began to echo around him, taking him back to Pete’s Saloon, empty but for the two of them, back to the worn lanolium dance floor and into the arms of his man, “I love you, Ennis Del Mar.”  He pulled the truck over suddenly, stumbled out and fell, wretching, to his knees.





Smoking Pot by Susie

The two middle aged men sat quietly staring out over the lake to the mountains beyond, silhouetted against the night sky. The sombre mood gradually lifted as they passed the joint back and forth between them.  Silence turned to chatter, chatter turned to raucous laughter. Jack leaned over suddenly, kissing his startled lover, deep and hard, “Sorry bud, just couldn’t resist those beautiful lips.” Ennis smiled, pulling him back, kissing him harder, seemed Ennis couldn’t resist either.

“Come on, let’s do it like we did first time!” Jack was a horny teenager, pulling at his jeans, giggling, and getting down on all fours. Ennis, thinking it was a fine idea, lowered his fly. He fumbled around in the dark, muttering to himself, and finally gave up, “Can’t find where to put it...”  Laughter erupted between them, bouncing off the peaks and echoing all around, they both collapsed on the ground.

“And you call me a Dumbass… Dumbass!” Jack, undeterred, climbed on top of Ennis, eyes hazy with a mixture of pot and lust, “You just lie there lil’ darlin’, I’ll show you where to put it!”




Ennis´ Masculinity by Toycoon

Where did the secrets to masculinity lay; Ennis surely did not know.

Not terribly experienced, Ennis had kissed Alma deeply, fondled her tiny body but never transcended with her to a level where he knew he had no restraint; Ennis was a man and there was supposedly, his match.

Ennis desperately clutched Jack's bristly face with his rough hands; Jack's soft lips, the stubble on his handsome jaw and Jack's musky scent was a irresistible force that Ennis could not control.

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« Reply #46 on: July 11, 2007, 07:24:29 am »
Clay by Dagi

„What are ya giggling about?“ Ennis´ voice sleepy behind Jack.

Jack smiled. „Just thinking about.........that second night up on Brokeback. What it felt like when you................ slid into me slowly, so slowly...“

Fuck, even after some pot it was still so damn hard to actually talk about these things – but Ennis had asked.

„Felt so damn good, felt as if I was.......touching your cock with my fingertips.......could have made a model out of clay afterwards.....“

„Uh.------------and what are ya giggling about then?“

„Just figured that model standing on the mantelpiece in my livingroom.“

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« Reply #47 on: July 12, 2007, 03:00:36 am »
The Commercial by Littlewing

Late one summer, Don Wroe offered Ennis the use of his cabin for a few weeks.  Don Wroe put $15,000 into renovating the place, and the work took nearly 10 weeks to complete.  He bought a rather large color TV for the living area, and equipped the family room with leather couches and a love seat.  Ennis sent Jack a postcard inviting him for a week of food, fun, and love.  Jack took less than 3 days to reply.

Jack couldn’t believe the improvements Don made to the cabin!  The kitchen was pure luxury!  While Jack put away the supplies he brought to cook up savory meals for his lover, Ennis wanted to relax and watch a little television.  Jack almost dropped a side of beef when he heard a side-splitting guffaw spilling from the living room!  Ennis was laughing uproariously!  Jack ran into the living room, anxious to see what sort of sight would make a taciturn Ennis laugh out loud like that!  This was historic!  Ennis was watching a commercial: an ad for an absorbent paper towel that featured a very macho lumberjack.  The man obviously just returned home from work, and instead of manly sons greeting him, he was surrounded by 3 daughters dressed like ballerinas and they were dancing around him.  His dainty wife looked on in approval.  The lumberjack stood still while his daughters danced and ran between his massive legs with a look on his face that ranged from disappointment to incomprehension.  Jack, too, thought the ad was hilarious!

“Is that you and the girls?  Jack asked Ennis as he smiled at his lover.

“Yeah that’s us, Bud!”  Ennis managed between peals of laughter.  “I know what this dude is going through.  But you know what, Jack?  I want a son, but if it doesn’t happen, I’ll be okay with that.”

“Of course you will, friend.”  Jack answered.  “Your girls are the apple of your eye, I can tell.” Jack gave Ennis an affectionate tap on the arm and returned to the kitchen.  He had T-Bone steaks to marinade.

The day was over, and the dinner dishes were cleared away.  Ennis and Jack sat next to each other in companionable silence and watched a TV cop drama.  Ennis giggled a bit and told Jack, “I haven’t seen my commercial!”  Jack smiled as he rememberd how that ad tickled his lover. Jack wished he could record the ad for him, so that Ennis could play it back whenever he needed a laugh.  He made a mental note to check out that newfangled BETA device they had out now.  He thought he read somewhere that the contraption could record TV shows as well as play movies.  Jack took Ennis' hand in his and squeezed it.  The joy of that moment would be recorded in his consciousness forever.


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« Reply #48 on: July 13, 2007, 08:53:41 am »
Jack´s Masculinity by Toycoon

Jack's emotions tended to be nearer to the surface, so his feelings for Ennis were of no surprise to him nor did they conflict with Jack's perception of masculinity.

Jack had been infatuated with several people throughout his adolescence but he had never truly connected to another like he did with his new friend;  Ennis seemed to embody everything Jack could have wanted from a companion.

Jack on his hands and knees held his breath as Ennis pressed himself to Jack's button then forced his turgid flesh into Jack's muscular behind; the initial pain gave way to deep pleasure Jack had not experienced before in his young life and he knew now, that he was hooked.




The Longest Night by spiceylife


Jack awoke to the sound of running water, swung long legs off a sagging mattress and padded across the floor, barefoot and naked.  Pulling a smoke from the pocket of his shirt discarded carelessly the night before, Jack lit it and drew back deeply, rubbing eyes that were still heavy from too little sleep.  His boyish face lit up as he smiled easily to himself, recalling a long night filled with laughter, friendship, sweet memories, sex of every description, and his lover, Ennis Del Mar.

Jack shook his head in delight and sighed happily, not quite believing that he was here, with Ennis again, the one who would always have Jack’s heart now, no matter what.  He flopped down on the bed, loose and relaxed, almost childlike, then slid himself up and sat with his back against the headboard, one knee casually drawn up, ashtray balanced on the other thigh, smoking his cigarette in comfort.  Jack flicked ash from his smoke, his mind still thinking on the night spent with Ennis.  He felt a sudden need to ingrain everything that had just happened into his mind, to cover that fragile seed of new memories they’d made last night, protecting them from the sad and certain knowledge that even the best of memories fade and grow dull with time.  Jack had read something once, in one of his mamma’s books.  It had said, “Memory is the scribe of the soul” and Jack had remembered that, all these years.  He wasn’t sure he knew exactly what this really meant, or even what a scribe was, but to Jack, it sounded important, and, more than anything, he knew his own soul wanted to keep Ennis close and safe, and remembered.

And Jack needed to remember this night forever; needed to remember every kiss, every thrust and push and grunt, every lick and suck, hands that felt and pulled and touched and stroked and probed everywhere, the motion of bodies moving in and out, hard, then soft, then hard again.  His mind ran an erotic slideshow of fingers inside, lips parted, tongues meeting, rubbing, gyrating, hips held bruisingly tight, and the sweet smell and feel of sweaty, urgent sex.  He heard again the delicious moaning and panting as each man gave himself over to this need, climaxes were reached and the taste of love lingered on Jack’s lips, the bloom of love in his heart; back then, long ago on the mountain, and still now, far stronger…

Suddenly, Jack saw movement from the corner of his eye.  He turned his head slightly to look, watching through the sliver of open bathroom door, a few feet away.  He barely noticed the ancient, crooked mirror on the wall above the sink, its silver lining peeling and discolored, because he was entranced by what he could see clearly from where he lay on the bed.  Reflected in the shabby mirror was Ennis Del Mar, showering, his naked beauty a vision that chased all rational thought from Jack’s mind.  His cigarette dangled, forgotten, from his lips, gray ash growing long and threatening to fall on Jack’s chest at any second.

Jack’s eyes travelled over Ennis’s reflection, completely absorbed by the beauty of this man.  Ennis’s eyes were closed, his head back, hands running through his blond locks, turned curly and dark by the water.  Jack watched intently as Ennis turned, soaped up, and ran the soapy washcloth over his lean, muscular back.  He faced the mirror again, and Jack’s breath quickened as Ennis rubbed the cloth over his toned and tanned chest, the chest that Jack had pressed against as he lay on top of Ennis last night and kissed him deeply, putting all his heart into that kiss.  Jack had even felt Ennis’s heart beating madly beneath him, through his own chest.  He watched the soapy water run over brown nipples he had licked and sucked and played with just hours before, and felt a familiar stirring begin in his groin.  Christ, but Ennis is beautiful!

Ennis turned again, and Jack held his breath as the other man ran the soapy cloth over his firm ass, frothy bubbles running down his crack in a most sensual way.  Jack was entranced, remembering… his tongue moving all over that ass crack the previous night as Ennis lay on his stomach, pillows stuffed under his groin and legs spread wide.  Jack had not been surprised when Ennis pulled away momentarily, gasping.  He waited, whispering soothing words to Ennis as he patiently rubbed the small of his back.  Pleasure flowed through Jack when Ennis eventually gathered himself, visibly relaxed, then asked for more.  Jack kissed Ennis’s right buttock gently and parted his cheeks with both hands, transfixed by the sight of Ennis in such a vulnerable, open position, and moved almost to tears that Ennis trusted Jack enough to allow him in.

He went at it again, lapping hungrily behind Ennis, encircling and tasting, then stiffening his tongue to push inside his lover, probing his body over and over again.  Ennis groaned and panted his desire out loud, eyes closed tight and clutching the cheap headboard so tightly that Jack heard it splinter.  Ennis pushed his ass back into Jack’s face, clearly revelling in this erotic sensation.  Ennis’s scent and taste were divine, an earthy and masculine aphrodisiac, and Jack’s orgasm was tantalizingly close, the trembling pressure building in his cock as his hot tongue entered Ennis’s hole, keeping a wild, intoxicating rhythm.

Jack was breathing fast now, his pulse racing as he watched Ennis bathe himself.  His lover seemed oblivious to the approving eyes on him as he washed.  The throbbing, steady heat intensified between Jack’s legs as Ennis turned once more, and Jack’s eyes moved lovingly down to one of the most exquisite parts of his man.  Jack’s mind flickered back a few hours, to when that beautiful dick had felt like a part of Jack himself… a feeling of contentment washing over Jack as he took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the large head and along the firm, velvety shaft, sucking hard, relaxing his throat so Ennis could fuck his mouth good and deep.  Jack loved Ennis’s strong hands in his hair, pulling a little, holding Jack’s head steady as he pushed his heavy cock past full, wet lips moist with spit and precome.

Jack felt it to the very core of his being; an unshakeable bond with this man, as if he and Ennis were one, meant to be together, just like this, always…

Then Ennis lay on top of him, his tongue licking seductively along Jack’s bottom lip, kissing him so sweetly as he pushed into Jack, a little at a time, moving slow for fear of hurting him.  Jack clenched his teeth, threw one leg over Ennis’s back, quickly forced himself to adjust and then his hips took over, as if with a mind of their own.  He moaned into Ennis’s mouth, all hot and helpless, and then couldn’t stop himself, rotating his hips in a slow, sensual circle, pushing up towards Ennis, holding on, begging Ennis to fuck him, and quickly.

Jack remembered sweat dripping off both of them, he remembered staring into Ennis’s gentle eyes and wanting this man in his life forever, and he remembered Ennis fucking him and kissing him deeply at the same time, the most erotic and beautiful moments in Jack’s life always, always coming with Ennis.  It would never be any other way.

Jack tried to settle his breathing, glanced down at himself and grinned, noticing that he was hard.  He dropped the cigarette, burnt out now, into the ashtray, and looked back again to the bathroom mirror, back to the part of Ennis his eyes had been lingering on just seconds before.  Jack gave a start, almost dropping the ashtray to the floor.  A moment ago, Ennis had been soft and flaccid, but now his dick was as stiff as Jack’s, water and soap bubbles cascading over it, the loveliest sight Jack had ever seen.  Jack raised his deep blue eyes up to Ennis’s face, wanting Ennis so much, only to find soft brown eyes lusting, watching him right back through the mirror’s reflection.  Ennis had finally seen Jack on the bed, seen the reaction he caused between Jack’s legs, his own body responding instantly in the same heated, natural way.

Through the bathroom mirror they watched each other, chests heaving as their breathing grew heavier, their need to be together obvious, until Ennis, with a dazzling smile, held his hand out for Jack to join him in the shower.  Jack leapt off the bed, dropping the ashtray in his hurry, and was across the room in seconds, taking Ennis’s hand and slamming the door shut behind him.



Reverb by garycottle

Pillowy white clouds drifted over a starkly blue sky drawing one’s eyes up toward the snow capped peaks that loomed overhead like benevolent gods, and even though it was June, there were still remnants of snow and ice down below the tree line clinging to the thick spring grass here and there, and the wild flowers that dotted the meadows like confetti.

“What’s this placed called?” asked Daniel, the smaller of the two boys.  His LL Bean backpack was brand new, and its weight was obviously starting to get to him.

“Broken Arm, Broken Leg, something like that,” said Tyler.  He hesitated a moment to take in a deep breath of mountain air, as if somehow the crisp smell would remind him of the name his granddad had used when he told him about herding sheep up here more than forty years earlier.

Daniel seized on Tyler’s lull and said, “Yeah, let’s take a break.”  He then let his pack slide from his shoulders before Tyler could say no.

The two boys stood there a moment and took in the beauty of the place, and then Tyler said, “There’s a leveled off space right in front of a stream just about a mile further.  That’s where we’re headed.  It’s not far.”

“Is that where you made camp when you came up here with Josh and Nate?”

“Yeah, and I knew right from the start that I’d have to get you to come up here,” said Tyler as he bent down to pick up Daniel’s pack.  “I wanted you to see this.”

“I can carry that,” Daniel said.  “You have your own to worry about.”  He tried to pull the pack out of his friend’s hands, but it was a wasted effort.  Tyler had six inches and fifty pounds on him.

The bigger boy couldn’t stop himself from grinning when he so easily won the tug of war.  “It’s no problem.  Would you chill out.”

“Fine,” Daniel said with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

Later that evening, after having had fresh trout for dinner, the boys sat beside the campfire.  There was a full moon that night, and the sky was so clear that every star in the heavens was visible.  But Daniel took no notice.  He wrapped himself up in a blanket and stared into the flames.

Tyler handed him the bottle of Old Rose that he was sipping from.  “Here, this’ll warm ya up.”

“God, no!” Daniel protested.  “I’m sure that shit is nasty.”

Tyler deftly grabbed him and put the bottle to his lips.  “Now you drink it,” he said.  When Daniel complied he let him sit upright again.  “Put hair on your chest,” he added as he laughed at the face Daniel pulled.

Daniel smiled and said, “Haven’t you heard?  We gay guys don’t like a lot of hair.  We even shave our gonads.”

“Maybe girly twink boys like you.  But some gay guys are real men,” Tyler said.  And then he playfully clipped Daniel on the shoulder just in case he had cut too close to the bone.

Daniel smirked to let him know that he wasn’t put off.  Then he picked up a stick and poked at the fire.  After a minute he said, “Did it bother you when I came out at school last fall?”

“Why would it?” asked Tyler.  “You told me two years ago, and it didn’t change nothin’.  We went right on being best friends.”

“Yeah, but it had been like our secret.  I hadn’t even told my parents.”

Tyler tapped him on the shoulder again, but this time with a bit more force.  “You know I’m fine with it, dumbass.”

“But didn’t you have to put up with some shit?  People ribbing you about me being your boyfriend?”

“I didn’t care about that.  People can think what they want,” Tyler declared.  Then his tone softened and he said, “It was a little strange when you used to wait for me outside the locker room.  The guys would say things about how you probably wanted to come in and watch us shower.  You know how the boys are after a game.”

Daniel laughed.  “That’s not so bad.  And I probably would have liked that.”

The two young men caught one another’s gaze and blushed a little.  Then Tyler went on to confess, “A few, especially Josh and Nate, and Aaron, would say stuff about how you were waiting out there to give me a congratulatory blow job.”

“And how did you respond?”

Tyler sat up, took a swig from his bottle, and said straight out, “I told them you were my sex slave, and that you had a mouth on you like velvet.  Then I said we should take you out behind the gym so we could all have a turn.”

When Daniel stared at him in horror, he doubled over laughing.  “I’m kidding.  I’m kidding.  You know I’m kidding, right?”  And when he regained his composure he said, “Daniel, I think it's really brave of you the way you stand up for yourself.  You told everybody at school, and you told your parents even though you knew your daddy wouldn’t take it well.  And then last week you told him that you were going to major in drama and not accounting.  You have more balls than most of the guys I know.  Hell, you have more balls that I got. ...I think I’m going to sign up for the army just ‘cause that’s what my folks expect.  I don’t really know what I want to do.”

“Man, I’m still hoping I can talk you out of that.”  Daniel reached for the bottle and this time he willingly took a drink.

Tyler lifted one corner of his mouth and said, “Keep working on me.  I’m open to new ways of lookin' at the situation.  Granddad is trying to talk me out of it, too.”

He then took Daniel’s stick and stirred the embers at the bottom of the fire causing sparks to fly up three or four feet.  “So if you had gotten into the locker room would you have wanted to see my stuff?  Or do you think of me as your brother and that’s just gross?”

“Oh, shut up, Tyler,” Daniel said and took another drink, a long one.

“I’m serious, I want to know if you ever look at me like that.”  He suddenly flung the stick down toward the stream.  It landed in the water.  The sound seemed to echo throughout the valley.

“You’re so vain.  Why do you even care?”

“Just tell me, you jerk.”

“Jesus!  You were voted fucking prom king.  Apparently everybody looks at you like that.”

Tyler faced his friend and demanded to know, “But do you?”

Daniel sighed as he sat the bottle down on the ground between them.  He then said, “Yes, goddamn it.  You know I do.  I love your wavy blonde hair, and that cleft chin.  And when you take your shirt off I almost faint at the sight of your pert little dime-sized nipples.”  He put the tips of his index fingers up to his own chest and mockingly twirled them around.  But then he got serious and said, “I think you’re hot, and you know that I think you’re hot.  And I know that you know...  All of that is pretty much out there, isn’t it?”

With arrogant self-satisfaction Tyler said, “Yeah, sure.  But I wanted to make you say it out loud for once.”

“Why?  Just to embarrass me?”

“No.  I’m just trying to ease you into this.  You’re so uptight.”

Daniel stopped in his tracks and said, “What are you talking about?”

“Why do you think I brought you up here, Mr. Honor Roll?  Don’t you know when someone is trying to put the blocks to ya?”  He shook his head and said, “You’re so smart, and yet...”

Fear swept over Daniel’s face and he said, “Don’t even tease me about that, Tyler.  You really have no idea how much you can hurt me by going there.”

“Yes I do know, too.  And I’m not teasing you.”

“But you have a girlfriend,” Daniel said in sheer panic.

“I had a girlfriend,” Tyler proclaimed.  “You know we broke up before graduation.”

“But you’re straight.”

“I’m human.  And you get to me, and I’m willing to go with the flow.  So why can’t you?”

“But...”

Tyler became exasperated and he said, “Would you stop arguing with me.  I just admitted I have feelings for you.  Don’t ruin it.  Yes, I like girls.  When I surf the web for porn it’s pussy that I’m looking for.  But I think of you when I cum, Daniel.”  He could feel his cheeks burn, so to keep himself from losing his nerve he turned and looked into the fire.  “I think about what it would be like to fuck you all the time.  And to hold you, and to kiss you.  I think I’m in love with you.  And we both know that you’re in love with me.  So why can’t we see if we can make it work.”

Daniel began to cry even though he was trying very hard not to.  “But what if it doesn’t work, Tyler?  What if you end up hating me?  I don’t want to risk losing you.”

Tyler moved over beside his friend so that he could put his arm around him.  He tipped the bottle of Old Rose over as he did so, spilling the contents onto the dusty ground.  “I know it’s scary growing up.  Everything changes.  But we’ve got each other, and we’re always going to be close, I promise.  I swear to God.  No matter what happens we’re going to be best buds forever.  Daniel, I swear...”

With big, sad, wet eyes Daniel looked over at him, and then he said defiantly, “If we do this you can’t join some fucking army and go and get yourself killed.”

Tyler gently placed his hand on Daniel’s cheek and brought his friend's face to his own.  When their lips touched the bargain was set.
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« Reply #49 on: July 13, 2007, 09:00:05 am »
Jack´s Farewell by Littlewing

Aguirre sat at his desk and wondered why he still bothered.  He was well past the age of retirement, and had the good sense- or was it good fortune – to put away a nice nest egg.  He owned his house free and clear, and his children were all college grads and off about their lives.  He and his wife could be taking lazy, luxurious cruises, but he felt compelled to continue working.  He looked around his trailer at all the tasks that needed completing.  Trisha Smith quit a few months ago, but he never replaced her.  Joe Aguirre looked at his age spotted hands and managed a smile.  He was actually proud of all the things he accomplished, and found that he needed to work just a bit longer.  After all, he can rest when he is dead.

Aguirre rose from his desk to fetch himself a cup of coffee.  He noticed a stack of mail from yesterday that he hadn’t even bothered to open.  His coffee mug in hand, Joe Aguirre sat back down and scanned the dozen or so letters that he neglected earlier.  Most were bills, and a few were invitations to local town meetings.  He noticed one letter encased in a fancy red envelope.  Curious, Aguirre opened this one.  It was an obituary of sorts.  Joe’s mouth dropped as he read Jack Twist’s funeral announcement.

Aguirre sat the announcement on his desk and took a swig of the hot brew.   He couldn’t believe that the sweet, handsome, good-for-nothin’ Jack Twist was deceased.  Aguirre examined the envelope for a return address.  There was none.  He wondered who could have sent the notice, and why?  And instantly, Aguirre was transported back to that summer when he hired a one Ennis Del Mar and Jack Twist to herd sheep for him.   He remembered giving them his point of view, cringed when he recalled telling them to break the rules.  And then he saw them!  Witnessed the rough housing, knew that they stemmed the rose to pass the time up there.  Aguirre always wondered if Ennis and Jack ever kept in touch.  How was Ennis handling the news of Jack’s death?  Did he know?  Aguirre reached into his desk and pulled out the company checkbook.  He fetched his rolodex and found the address of Mr. and Mrs. John Twist.



Bad Dream by Littlewing

Ennis awoke with a start.  This time the pillow was wet!  Well, so were the sheets!  Ennis had a dream: a recurring nightmare that terrified and excited him at the same time.  This time Jack was alive and walking intently down a Mexican alley.  He stopped in front of a decent looking man, a lad who looked a lot like Ennis.  Ennis twitched and shuddered as he saw Jack and the hustler walk off into the shadows.

Wide awake now, Ennis tried to turn over.  It was no good.  The rank sheets were holding him prisoner.  He sighed audibly and pulled at the cheap, twisted bed clothes in an attempt to free himself.  “Jack, how could you do that to me?”  Ennis mumbled as he finally forced himself free.  He tried to keep his heart steady as he imagined Jack kissing, caressing, gentling another man.  It was a little more than he could bear.

“Maybe we should go to Mexico!”  Ennis remembered Jack telling him right before he put 2 and 2 together.  He wanted to punch Jack until he bled.  A part of him died that day, and Ennis found that many months later, the wound had not healed.   “Jack fuckin’ Twist, if you was alive, I would kill your ass!”  Ennis screamed as he somehow found the strength to get up and face the day.


Admiring the View by Susie

“Hmmmmmmm….”  Jack heard the sigh from the bedroom as he stood naked, brushing his teeth.

“What’s up bud?” he called through a mouthful of toothpaste.

“Oh nothin’…. just thinkin’”

“Jesus Christ, Ennis Del Mar!  You know that drives me crazy!  Now just tell me what’s on your fuckin’ mind!”

“OK OK, keep yer drawers on!  I was just thinkin' …. was watchin’ you today on the back a that horse ….. admirin’ the view ….. looked mighty fine bouncin’ up and down in the saddle ….. wouldn’t mind being that horse m’self!”

A choked giggle came from the bathroom.  Jack popped his head round the door briefly, broad smile stretched across his face, foam dripping from his mouth, “Well, why didn’t ya just say so?”

He rinsed his mouth, put the toothbrush between his lips like it was a smoke and swaggered, cowboy-style, into the room.   He grabbed his Resistol from the back of the chair, stepped into his boots, and slowly, seductively, sauntered over to the bed.

“You just lay there and I’ll saddle up” he teased, climbing up onto the bed, facing away from his lover, straddling him and lowering himself, tantalisingly close to Ennis’ flesh.

“Grease me up cowboy….. ” Ennis reached for the lube, massaging Jack’s firm white buttocks with slippery wet hands, fingers probing his exquisite tight button.  Jack guided himself slowly down onto Ennis’ hard dick.   Ennis, breathed deeply, transfixed by the vision in front of him “Hmmmmmmmmm …. now that’s the view I’m talking about cowboy …..”




When He Loved Me by Littlewing

Ennis sat facing his daughter, and tried his best to digest her news.  His baby was getting married!  Ennis couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Alma Jr. was 19 and about to become a Mrs!  Ennis hung his head.  How did the world keep on turning without him?

“This Kurt fella..he love you?”  Ennis asked his child.

“Yeah daddy, he loves me!”   It was Alma Jr.  She looked at the man seated before her with an expression of tenderness and great love.  Ennis looked away.  He was glad that his daughter had found happiness.  But what of Ennis Del Mar?  He looked into the past in an instant.

In the twinkling of an eye he saw images of Jack Twist laughing, running through fields of wildflowers, playing a mouth organ.  Great vivid images of Jack cooking, kissing, loving him!  "Did he love me?"  Ennis asked himself as he fought to turn his thoughts to the present.  Ennis turned to his fridge to pour himself and Alma Jr. a drink.  And in that very instant, just as they raised their glasses in a toast, Ennis thought,

“I think the son of a bitch loved me!”
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« Reply #50 on: July 15, 2007, 01:19:43 am »
Parks and Other Amusements by littlewing

The night was rather warm and the road was well lit.  Ennis and Jack were returning to camp after agreeing to dine in town.  They were too tired to cook after a day of hiking, boating, riding and loving.  The meal at “The Fat Lady” was very tasty, and very filling.

40 feet along the well paved road Ennis saw a silent, eerie looking structure.  Jack drove along in silence, obviously full, and seemingly oblivious to the small complex that Ennis noticed from far away.

“Hey Bud, look at that over there!  What do you make of it?”  Ennis said as he pointed to the small structure that they were just about to pass.

“Oh that?”  Jack answered, never diverting his attention from the road.  “What does it look like, friend? “  Ennis looked closer and noticed an elaborate arched entryway, and in the distance, a rotting ferris wheel, a rollercoaster seemingly frozen in its tracks.

“Oh, I see it now!”  Ennis observed.  “It looks like an abandoned carnival.  I’ve never noticed it before.”

“That’s because it wasn’t there before, bonehead!”  Jack laughed as he slowed the truck.

“How do you know how long that thing has been there?”  Ennis asked incredulous as he glanced over at Jack.

“Never mind!”  Jack answered with a wave of the hand.  He parked the truck next to the entrance and pulled at his seatbelt.

“C’mon, En, let’s go investigate!”  Jack, excited now.  “I’ve loved these things since I was a kid, but I was never able to go very often.”

Ennis said nothing, but sighed and exited the truck.  The abandoned carnival was obviously left by the owners only recently.  The smell of popcorn and cotton candy, along with the scent of burned grease, obviously used to fry the pronto puffs, still lingered in the air.  Jack moved toward the entrance, but Ennis grabbed his forearm.

“Hold on, Jack!  I don’t think we should just go in.  That would be trespassing!  And what if some people are squatting there?  I don’t want no trouble!”  Jack pulled free of Ennis’ grasp and walked through the rusty arches of the entrance.

“This is the first time I ever walked into a carnival free of charge!”  Jack enthused as he ran ahead.  Ennis shook his head and followed Jack inside.  Something about the place gave him the creeps.  It looked like one of those haunted, run-down amusement parks straight out of “Scooby Doo!”

“Hang on a minute, Bud!”  Ennis shouted as he ran to catch up.  But Jack was running around like a small child set free for the first time.  Jack slowed when he came upon a merry-go-round, a beautiful thing, in fairly good condition. He climbed aboard a fancy red horse and beckoned for Ennis to follow him.  Ennis, against his better instincts, climbed aboard the same horse, his chest facing Jack’s broad back.  Jack began to move as though he were riding a mare.  He ground his hips backward, moved against Ennis’ crotch.  Ennis couldn’t believe it!  He responded by grinding forward, and grabbed Jack’s hips to go along for the ride.  When it became too much, Ennis unzipped his fly and tugged at Jack’s belt.  He wondered what would happen when they entered the tunnel of love…



Unfortunate Fortune by Littlewing

Jack didn’t particularly mind school carnival nights, and when Lureen asked him to escort Bobby, he didn’t hesitate.  Jack fetched his blue parka and Bobby’s purple one, and off they went to the school for a night of fun.  Or so they hoped.

About an hour in, Jack began to feel the cold.  He pulled out a flask of whiskey and downed a few nips while Bobby stood over by the cotton candy machine talking to a few friends.  Jack looked around the carnival for something interesting to do before collecting Bobby to head home.

A fortune teller’s tent stood tall and lonely among the other fancy carnival booths.  Jack decided to go in, even though the tent looked mostly abandoned.  He produced a series of tickets bought at the ticket booth and pulled off 3.  He slid into the tent and found himself seated in front of a shockingly beautiful woman.  Jack studied the woman, and wondered, "whose mom are you?"  He never noticed her at any of the parent meetings.  She was not dressed as one would expect, but wore a pair of blue jeans and a tee shirt.  Jack shrugged and handed the woman the 3 tickets.

“Thank you, sir!” The young woman began as she accepted and placed the tickets into a large empty jar.  “What would you like to know?"

“Well..”  Jack began.  “I don’t have any specific questions.  I just want to know what the near future holds for me.”  The young woman tilted her head backwards and closed her eyes.  She remained that way for awhile as she grabbed hold of Jack’s hands.

“I see a very happy future for you.  Very pleasant days ahead.  You will be reunited with someone from your past, and will enjoy a happy life with that person.  Your life will be one of great joy.”  The lady then dropped Jack’s hand and looked him straight in the eyes.

“If you want another reading, I’ll need 3 more tickets!”  Jack thought about handing her 3 tickets, but decided he had heard enough.  He never believed in this crap anyway, just needed something to pass the time.

“No thanks, ma’am!”  Jack started as he rose from the ground.  “You told me all I need to know and I thank you.”  The young woman nodded and sat very still as she watched Jack exit the tent.  He pondered the fortune teller’s words as he searched for Bobby, even though he wasn’t a believer.  He found Bobby over with a few friends buying popcorn.  Jack thought about the postcard Ennis sent telling him about the divorce being final.  He hated to admit it, but the fortune teller’s prediction gave him the courage he needed to drive down to Riverton and claim his happiness.  Jack took Bobby’s hand and headed for the car.

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« Reply #51 on: July 16, 2007, 03:45:43 am »
Sing to him by Littlewing

“Your mom ever sing to you?”  Jack asked Ennis as he lay enclosed in his arms.  Jack couldn’t explain why, but he had been feeling very tired and rather blue.  He flung an arm around Ennis’ neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Well, yeah, I can remember a few songs, Jack.”  Ennis answered as he returned Jack’s kiss.  “Why do you ask, Bud?”  Ennis was becoming concerned.  He placed a hand on Jack’s forehead and rubbed.  He sensed Jack’s mood, and was determined to provide comfort.

“Can you remember any of them, Cowboy?”  Jack asked, as he removed Ennis’ hand from his forehead and squeezed it.  “I sure can use a song right now.  I love the sound of your voice, Friend!  Sing to me.”  Ennis looked at Jack and suppressed a chuckle.  He wrapped Jack into his arms and held him like he would a small child.

“Well, if I’m gonna do this, I may as well do it right.  Any requests, Rodeo?  What do you wanna hear?”  Jack felt his mood lift as he snuggled into his lover’s arms.

“Oh, just anything.  Sing to me, Ennis... please?”  Ennis smiled down at his lover and cleared his throat.

“Okay, I’ll try.  This tune is one my mom used to sing to me when I was afraid to sleep.”  Ennis sang,

“Go ye therefore and teach all nations
Go, go, go!
Go ye therefore and teach all nations
Go, go, go!

If you love me, really love me
Feed my, my sheep!
If you love me, really love me
Feed my sheep

Lo I’ll be with you
Forever and ever
Until the end of the world!
Go, go, go!”

Ennis stopped at this point and looked down at Jack.  He was wide awake, but a lone tear was falling down his cheek.  Ennis reached down and wiped the tear with his tongue.

“Everything will be okay, Bud!  You’ll see.  Just hold onto me… I’m here.”  Ennis pulled Jack closer and ran his long fingers through Jack’s thick hair.  Jack nodded and closed his eyes, grateful that whatever was bothering him was now just a distant memory.




Jack´s Belt Buckle by toycoon

Jack tipped the rodeo buckle on his belt back and forth catching the firelight then proudly flicked the shiny edge displaying it's fine merit; Ennis was charmed by the cowboy's prowess but tried not to show it.

Ennis noticed the impression of the Twist family jewels on the crotch of Jack's dungarees and turned away before Jack caught the observation.

The following night, alone in the herder's tent, Ennis recalled the exquisite vision of Jack's tight fitting denim; Ennis slowly unfastened the fly of his jeans, slipped his right hand in to free his turgid organ and though he had touched himself many times before, he had never before imagined the body of another man to bring about sexual pleasure.

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« Reply #52 on: July 19, 2007, 06:15:14 am »
The Heady Scent of Ennis Del Mar By Littlewing1957

Ennis was undressing Jack.  He took his time unbuttoning Jack’s beige shirt, all the while, gazing into those blue, blue eyes of his.  When Ennis peeled away Jack’s shirt to his jeans, he noticed a most intoxicating aroma!

“Umm, Bud you smell so good!”  Ennis remarked as he sniffed at Jack’s collarbone.  “I really like that aftershave.  Did you get all scented up just for me?”  Jack laughed and pulled Ennis’ head closer to his chest.

“You like it, Cowboy?”  Jack asked.  “I’m kind of fond of it myself.  I don’t know the name of the cologne - just that Lureen bought it for me as a father’s day present.”  Ennis smiled and continued to undress his lover.  They moved to the bed and took their places.

“Your cologne is driving me nuts, Rodeo!”  Ennis spoke huskily, as he moved closer to his love.  Jack chuckled and moved away, and off the bed.

“Well, how about I put some on you, friend?  Would you like that?”  Ennis smiled shyly, but didn’t speak.  Jack laughed out loud and pulled an elaborate cologne flask out of his travel duffle.

“Hmm it says here, this scent is manufactured by Avon.  It's called “Wild Country.”  Jack remarked.

“Well, that sounds fitting!”  Ennis laughed.

Jack joined Ennis on the bed and commenced placing gentle rubs of cologne on Ennis’ collarbone, his wrists, and his jaw line.  Jack kissed the trail of good smelling stuff all the way down to Ennis’ groin.  Jack cupped his lover’s scrotum and cock in both hands, holding them up like a talisman.

“I would put some scent here, Friend, don’t I don’t think I will.  I don’t want to change how you smell down there.”  Jack’s heart beat much faster.  Ennis tried to control his lust.

“I love the strong, manly smell of your cock, Ennis!”  Jack breathed as he took Ennis into his mouth.

After their idyllic trip was over and Ennis was back to his routine, he visited the post office one afternoon to collect his mail.  He was puzzled to see a small package waiting for him, with the return address of Childress, Texas.  Ennis snatched the package open, and saw a perfectly new and unopened bottle of “Wild Country.”  With it was a card that read,

“Wear this and remember me.”

Ennis smiled and remembered.  He took his present and his mail and walked home.



The Heady Scent of Ennis Del Mar (2) By Littlewing1957

6 months later, almost to the day of their last encounter, Jack and Ennis were warm and cozy inside of a newly erected tent.  Jack was rummaging around in his travel duffle, while Ennis watched him intently.  Jack pulled out a curious looking vial from his bag and passed it to his lover.

“Hey, Friend, I see you’re wearin’ the cologne I sent you.  It works well with your natural body scent.”  Jack nodded toward the vial he handed Ennis.

“And now that I know you like smellum good, as Bobby calls it, I brought this scented oil for us to try.”  Ennis looked at the vial and read the words, “Ravenswood” that were written in fancy script right across the front of the small flask.  Ennis laughed as he threw the vial to Jack.

“Where did you get this oil, Jack?”  Ennis asked, very amused.

“At the Childress weekend flea market.  We have this flea market at the bus station on the weekends, and vendors sell all sorts of things.  I bought a few bottles of oil in a lot of different scents."  Ennis listened to all of this with great interest.

“So what do we do?”  Ennis asked as he removed his shirt.  “I’m already wearing “Wild Country.”  Won’t I be too loud if you put the oils on me?”

“Well, the oils are very strong!”  Jack remarked as he looked at the vial.  “We could take a shower together and I’ll rub you down after we get cleaned up."

After a very slow, satisfying shower, Jack instructed Ennis to lie face down on the bedroll.  He poured a dime-sized amount of the oil in his hand and rubbed it between both palms.  The scent of Ravenswood flooded the tent.  Jack smoothed the precious oil on Ennis’ back, rubbing and kneading his firm skin.

“Hey, Bud, why is the oils makin’ my skin hot?”  Ennis murmured as he relaxed under Jack’s ministrations.

“Because this here is special oil that heats up as it touches the skin!”  Jack remarked as he continued what turned out to be a full body massage.  Ennis was almost comatose with pleasure by the time Jack reached his feet.  The smell of the Ravenswood was very soothing.

“C’mere, sit up, Friend,” Jack began as he gently pulled Ennis into a sitting position.  “This oil is also very good for the hair."

“Ah, Jack, oil me up!”  Ennis managed as he laid the back of his head against Jack’s chest.  Jack poured a small amount of the oil into his palms and massaged it into Ennis’ scalp.

“I anoint your head with oil, Cowboy!”  Jack whispered as he continued the head massage.

“You keep that up and I’ll be sleep.  There won’t be no loving, tonight, Rodeo!”  Ennis kidded.  Jack gently pulled his hands from Ennis’ fragrant hair and finger combed his fair locks into a semblance of order.

“Let’s go to bed, Ennis!”  Jack whispered.  “Rub your body against mine and share that Ravenswood.  I have a feelin’ we’re gonna be real good tonight.”  Ennis kissed Jack’s soft mouth and fell into his arms.

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« Reply #53 on: July 20, 2007, 01:30:07 am »
The Drive-In by Littlewing1957

“Hey, let’s take the baby and go get something to eat!”  Jack suggested as he joined Ennis in the living area.  Ennis was thinking about dinner, but was feeling too tired to cook.  His business was really doing well, which meant long hours and back breaking work.  He was grateful that Jack wanted to go out to eat.

“Sounds good to me, Bud.  Where is Indigo, anyway?”  Ennis asked Jack as he rose from the couch.  He wanted to see his child and kiss her chubby cheeks.

“I’ll go get her for you!”  Jack, excited now, leaving to go fetch baby Indigo.  Jack tenderly folded their child into Ennis' arms.  Ennis almost burst into tears at the sight of her.  He kissed her tenderly, and with Indigo his arms, reached out for Jack.  Jack walked into the embrace, cuddled his man and his child.

Ennis was in the mood for burgers and fries, which was fine with Jack.  They decided on A&W, the only authentic, 50s style drive-in left in town.   The A&W was always poppin’ on a Saturday night, and Ennis and Jack loved the energy.  They parked, opened all the windows, and were given menus by a willowy blonde teenager dressed in short shorts and a busy, belly revealing top.  The waitress was on skates.  Little Indigo was asleep in the back seat.

“I think I’ll have the double burger with cheese and a large order of fries.”  Ennis mumbled as he studied the menu.  Jack nodded and said he would have the same.  The waitress skated over, took their orders and left to wait on the other customers.  Ennis and Jack sat and watched the other patrons.  Most were large families with well-behaved, eerily beautiful children.   The food arrived only minutes later and was placed on a tray that was affixed to the drivers’ side window.

“Thanks, dear!”  Ennis told the waitress right before she seemed to float away on her skates.  He passed Jack his burger and fries.  They ate in silence, so content, and so much in love.




Mexico or Bust by Littlewing1957

Jack picked up a colorful brochure from his oak desk and looked at it so sadly.  He knew the answer even before he dared to ask!  There was no way that a one Ennis Del Mar would agree to spend a few weeks with him in sunny Cabo San Lucas.  But he had to try.  Jack placed the brochure in a large envelope and dropped it in the mailbox.

He drove away from his house so lost in thought that he almost ran over his neighbor’s cat!  “That’s it!”  Jack chided himself.  “I gotta pull myself together.  If Ennis won’t go, well, it’s not the end of the world!”  He drove to work in a record 10 minutes and sat at his station, hoping to make at least one sale that day.

12:00 noon and no customers.  Jack rubbed his stiff neck and went into the back office to prepare a cup of coffee.  He looked at his ceramic coffee pot and felt a sharp stab.  What was it Ennis said?  “Jack, the only traveling I do is going around the coffee pot looking for the handle.”  Jack shook his head and poured himself a cup.  He walked back to his desk and sipped the strong brew.  He let himself daydream about a trip to Mexico with Ennis.  He imagined them getting cozy in their richly appointed hotel room; drinking exotic mixed concoctions at the bar; walking hand-in-hand along the cape.  If only…

One week later Jack stepped on his front porch to retrieve the mail.  It was Saturday and he was grateful for the day off.  Last week was rather slow, but the slow days were as trying as busy times.  He separated the envelopes by type: the bills landed in one pile while everything else - ads and other junk mail - were dropped in the round file.  And then he saw it!  A post card from Riverton Wy.  Jack was shaking as he turned the card over to read the message.  He smiled, almost cried out with laughter as he read,

“Rodeo, tell me more!”

Jack sat down at his desk and pulled out the brochure that he kept for himself.  He placed a call to his travel agent…..

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« Reply #54 on: July 20, 2007, 03:52:37 pm »
Ennimal by Dagi and Susie

They sat alone in the corner of Pete's dusty old saloon.  The place was empty but for a young bartender, whistling cheerfully and stacking beer bottles in neat rows behind the counter.  Ennis tried hard to concentrate on the bottle he was shoving from one hand to the other, avoiding looking up, the feeling of Jack´s knee pressed up against his inner thigh sending sparks though his body.

Jack peered briefly over at the bartender, "He's kinda cute, don't ya think?", a smile spread across his face.  He shifted in his chair, moving his knee closer to Ennis' groin, pressing harder against his leg.

"Uh.... don´t know." Ennis, curious against his will, couldn´t help but risk a short glance at the guy, now busy clearing the tables; tight fitting denims, muscular forearms, a manly face and dark hair.

"You like him, Jack Fuckin' Twist?  You wanna piece a that pretty ass?"  Ennis' voice was mean, guts churning up inside, suppressing a sudden urge to flatten the young man with his fist.  Jack didn´t respond, merely chuckled a little and looked at the bartender again, letting his eyes remain for a few seconds on the beautiful man.

"That's enough, Rodeo!"  Ennis stood up suddenly, knocking the table and sending his bottle crashing to the floor.  He muttered an apology to the startled young man, grabbed Jack by the arm and marched him out of the bar and into the parking lot around the back.  Jack tried to hide his smile, Ennis´ fierce grip around his arm hurt, but he didn´t mind a bit. By the time his angry friend pushed him against the truck he was already rock-hard.

A quick glance around, showed Ennis that they were alone, the bartender, humming a tune dangerously close by.  His temper had gotten the better of him again, grappling with Jack's buckle and yanking his jeans and shorts down to his ankles, before fumbling with his own zipper and freeing his angry cock.

Jack smiled triumphantly to himself, that skinny young bartender couldn't hold a candle to Ennis. But sometimes he  loved to tease him, torment him, drive him crazy.....´cause the only thing better than getting fucked by Ennis was getting fucked by "Ennimal"!  Jack braced himself,  breathing hard, bent forward, and hissed as he felt Ennis´ fingers pinching his nipples, hissed again as he  took the hot, equally stone-hard dick all the way up his ass in one single thrust.

Jack yelped, the burning pain washed over in an instant, his body convulsing with  electricity, cock slapping against his belly, at each thrust.

" You like lookin at other men?" .... another hard thrust .... Ennis' voice a choked whisper, "I´ll teach you!" .... another thrust .... " Your - ass - is - mine!" ....

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« Reply #55 on: July 23, 2007, 07:41:58 am »


This is dedicated to my Buddies.  I love all of you so much!

Forgive Me?
by Littlewing

Jack turned his back to the tent flap and crossed his arms over his muscled chest.  “That Ennis fuckin’ Del Mar don’t know who he’s messin’ with!”  Jack was seething as he remembered the words they had right before dinner.

Ennis stood outside, pacing nervously around camp while Jack was inside the tent, hot as a six shooter!  Ennis regretted the words that he said to his lover.  He was seriously out of line, said things to Jack that he’s sure Jack will never forget.   But will he forgive?  “How do I apologize to him?”  Ennis wondered out loud.  He was still smarting over the way Jack nudged him out of the tent.  Something had to be done.

Ennis crawled through the tent’s opening and peeked in at Jack.  Jack was sitting on the ground, legs and arms both crossed.  Ennis’ blood drained from his cheeks as he sensed Jack’s vibes.

“Jack, please!”  Ennis began.  “I was wrong, Bud.  Please forgive me?”  No response from Jack.  Ennis moved closer and placed a tender kiss on Jack’s lower back.  Jack stiffened, and with a wave of his hand, pushed Ennis farther away.  Ennis was terrified, but he understood his husband and knew when to leave him be.  Perhaps tomorrow will be better…




Before the Nuptials by garycottle

Jack didn’t have any friends in Childress, but Lureen insisted that he make some fast so that they could be his ushers at their wedding.  Since she planned on having bridesmaids, it wouldn’t look right if Jack didn’t have ushers.  After some wrangling he agreed to simply let Lureen scout out five men to stand up with him on the big day.  Four of those that Lureen decided on were the boyfriends of her bridesmaids.  But one of the bridesmaids, Francine Waters, didn’t have a current boyfriend, or even an old one.  Francine didn’t date boys period.  So Lureen ended up asking her cousin Tommy Lee to fill the vacant slot.

At seventeen Tommy Lee was the youngest member of the wedding party.  And since he was only 5'2", he was by far the shortest.  Tommy Lee was a slight boy, too, and if he had been a girl people would have said he was pretty, so he really stood out when the men gathered together to groom themselves in the minister’s office moments before the service was to start.  Jack found himself closely watching the blonde kid with the big, expressive blue eyes.

When the minister popped his head in to say that the guests were arriving and that the ushers should be at their posts, the four boyfriends filed out in their matching powder blue tuxedos, but Tommy Lee stayed back a moment and stood beside Jack at the full-length mirror in the corner of the room and adjusted his bow tie.  The two young men’s gaze kept meeting in the mirror.

Presently Tommy Lee said in a furtive tone, “Are you a friend of Dorothy’s?”

Jack was puzzled by the question and said, “Don’t know no Dorothy.  Don’t know hardly nobody around here.  ‘cept Lureen and her folks of course.”

“Sorry,” Tommy Lee said.  A deep blush rose in his cheeks, and he stammered, “You won’t tell anybody I asked, will you?”

Jack suddenly had an intuitive sense of what the boy had really meant.  He said with sincerity, “I won’t tell.”  And after a pause a lump came up in his throat and he admitted, “I think I might be a friend.”

The boy’s lips curled into a shy and uncertain smile, and his eyes now revealed a kind of hunger.  He went to the door and locked it.  When Jack didn’t object, the bargain between them was set.  Tommy Lee walked back to Jack and got down on his knees, daring to ruin the sharp crease in his pants.

As Tommy Lee greedily went about his task, Jack closed his eyes.  Within seconds the image of another young man came to his mind.  In his head he saw the face of Ennis Del Mar.

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« Reply #56 on: July 23, 2007, 07:43:08 am »
Cassie and Carl by Littlewing 1957

Cassie placed a small skillet on her tiny range and turned up the flame.  She wanted to prepare dinner for her boyfriend, but he wouldn’t return her calls.  Ennis was surely back from his fishing trip, but she hadn’t heard from him.  Even Steve at the ranch, who took messages for him, confirmed that Ennis was not only in town, but was back to work.

“Well, it’s his loss!”  Cassie thought as she double battered a few chicken wings.  Her fried chicken recipe was famous in Riverton, and was certainly one of Ennis’ favorites.  She loved to see him tear the meat from the bone – one time he even licked his plate after the meal was devoured.  Cassie had half a mind to drive over to his trailer and surprise him with a dinner of fried chicken wings, cole slaw, dinner rolls and apple pie for dessert.  But she just couldn’t.  Ennis pitched a fit the last time she showed up at his place without calling ahead.

10 minutes later Cassie sat down to a meal of chicken wings and potato salad.  She decided against the cole slaw and rolls.  The apple pie was out of the question, as she was trying to lose a few pounds.  After her meal, Cassie sprawled out on her twin sized bed and thought about Ennis.  She loved him, but his neglect was really hurting her.  She was becoming depressed, and was beginning to feel bad about herself.  But just then, a forceful knocking chased Ennis Del Mar from her mind.  Cassie looked through the peep hole of her cheap apartment door and spied Carl.  Carl was just a friend, and was good for a few laughs.  Cassie opened the door and allowed Carl to enter.

“Hey, Cassie, my sis is comin’ in at the Greyhound Station in about a half an hour.”  Carl began, in an obvious rush.  “My car is in the shop, and I’m wondering if you can take me to pick her up?”  Cassie shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess so, Carl.”  Cassie answered as she moved to her bedroom to fetch her bomber jacket.  “Have a seat while I get my jacket.  You want some chicken?”

“Don’t mind if I do!”  Carl, excited at the thought of Cassie’s fried chicken.  He grabbed a wing from the kitchen table and wolfed it down.  Cassie waited until Carl wiped his greasy fingers and they headed out the door….

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Re: READ ONLY Jack with Ennis Archive thread
« Reply #57 on: July 23, 2007, 07:45:24 am »


Bring em Down Part 1 by Susie

Time to Go Cowboy

Jack watched Ennis up on the hillside, sitting with his hat tilted over his eyes, feet shuffling around in the dirt. The tent was dismantled, horses and mules loaded up, it was time to go. He walked on over to Ennis, the temptation to lasso him and tie him onto the end of that rope was almost irresistible, but now just seemed like the wrong time for horseplay.   

Instead, he sat next to his lover and nudged him gently with his shoulder. “What is it friend?” Ennis continued to push the dirt about with his feet, head fixed down, “C’mon Ennis, talk to me”.   Ennis muttered from under his hat, “Don’t wanna go... got no life in Sage... don’t want Alma... want you.”

Jack’s heart leapt right up into his throat, overwhelmed, overjoyed, relieved, tears spilling over, grin spreading wide across his face like he’d just won first prize at the rodeo.  “C’mere Ennis” Jack kissed him real soft, pouring all his love out into that kiss.  “Here’s what we’re gonna do! When we get back to Signal, you ride on up to Lightnin’ Flat with me, we stay a couple a’ days... and we work this thing out together”.  “You bet”. Jack smiled, that was all he needed to hear.



Bring em Down Part 2 by Susie
   

Counting Sheep

Aguirre was bitchin’ on about the sheep or somethin', but none of it registered with Ennis, his mind was elsewhere; on the one hand, his heart was singing, dizzy with joy; on the other, his stomach was churning, terrified of everything, of suffering the same fate as old Earl.

A small boy running round nearby, brought him out of his daydream, a cowboy in the making, shiny white hat, tossing his lasso up in the air, roping some imaginary cow. “Y’all bin herdin’ them sheep? D’ya shoot one of em? D’ya shoot a bear? D’ya see lots a blood? D’ya shoot a coyote? D’ya see his guts spillin' out?...” a hundred questions, none of which required an answer.

The boy noticed Ennis’s hand brushing up against Jack’s, the fond glances between them, a certain affection akin to his momma and daddy. He smiled innocently, continuing his barrage of questions and his vain attempts at roping that feisty calf.




Bring em Down Part 3 by Susie


Lightening Flat

The journey back to Lightening Flat was uncomfortable.  Ennis’s mind was in a spin; staying with Jack seemed like a the most natural thing to do up on Brokeback, but down here on the plains, the reality of it was entirely different, niggling doubts were working their way into his thoughts , creeping up on him like a slow cancer.

Jack, sensing the increasing tension, pulled off the main road and came to a halt on a dirt track.  He stroked Ennis’s thigh softly, “You havin’ second thoughts Ennis?”  Jack tried to sound supportive, suppressing the hurt inside.  “Well you’re gonna have to make a choice, friend.  Either you go back home to Sage and marry your sweetheart, or …..” he flashed Ennis a smile, unzipping the fly’s on his jeans “….. It could be like this always!” releasing Ennis’ aching flesh and ducking down under the dashboard.

Ennis moaned deep, sinking back into his seat.  With control slipping and wave after wave coursing through his body, he knew he had no choice; this was who he was, and this was where he belonged.

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Re: READ ONLY Jack with Ennis Archive thread
« Reply #58 on: July 23, 2007, 07:46:57 am »
Bring em Down Part 4 by Susie


I Missed You

Ennis continued along the dirt road through Sage, rehearsing his lines over and over again. The man could barely string two words together, and here he was, about to have the longest, hardest conversation of his young life. On his arrival at Lightening Flat almost a month ago, Ma Twist had immediately welcomed him into the fold, treating him like a second son, fussing over him and feeding him up to the point that the buttons were about to pop right off his shirt.

Old Man Twist, on the other hand, never once made eye contact or uttered a word directly to him, speaking only through Jack and referring to him as “That fella”. Twist was grateful for the extra pair of hands on the ranch, finally getting the fences mended and a fresh coat of paint on the rotting window frames, but he was never gonna give Jack or that fella the satisfaction of knowing it.

A pretty young woman with mousy hair and a sweet face was sat up on the porch, humming to herself and sewing a piece of white lace. As she spotted the truck pulling up, a smile spread across her face, lighting up her eyes, “Honey!” she called, quickly hiding the material behind a cushion, bounding down the porch steps and throwing herself into Ennis’s arms. “I missed you so much” she whispered into his neck, blushing, caressing his cheek and kissing him softly on the lips.



Bring em Down Part 5 by Susie


The Truth

“Alma, let’s take a walk, I need to talk to you.” Ennis attempted a weak smile, holding Alma’s hand and leading her away from the house. She chattered on happily about various aspects of the wedding plans; the church, the flowers, the reception and such.

“Alma, listen”, Ennis took a deep breath and launched into his well rehearsed speech, “You’re my sweetheart …. hell you’re the first gal I ever kissed ….” , her face flushed red, “But I cain’t marry you …. I sure am fond of you, but …. well, I love someone else …. I’m real sorry if I’ve hurt you, …. but it wouldn’t be fair on you if I stayed.’

There, he’d said it! Now he had to stand by and watch the sparkle fade from Alma’s eyes, her innocent smile dissolve, leaving a look of confusion and utter despair.

“I don’t understand, you fallen in love with another woman from down there in Signal?”

“No little darlin’ ….”, he mustered up all his courage, “…. another man”.

Alma’s jaw dropped, her mind spinning out of control, she swung her arm round and hit him hard on the face, bloodying his nose. He wiped the blood on his sleeve, suppressing the strong urge to grab her wrist, knowing that he’d probably just torn her whole life apart.

“You tellin’ me some nasty cowboy turned you queer?” she cried, wiping away her tears, anger bubbling up inside.

“Alma, nobody’s turned me into nothin’ I wasn’t already”, his stomach was churning, he never wanted to hurt anyone, least of all this sweet little gal in front of him.

“So tell me the truth, Ennis Del Mar, you queer or not?” her tears were flowing freely once again.

“Yes Alma. If bein’ queer means lovin’ another man then ….”, finally admitting it to


Alma looked towards the porch, her half sewn wedding dress safely hidden behind the cushion. She was from sturdy stock, expected to roll with the punches, but this had just knocked the wind clean out of her; she was numb and had no idea what to do next. She marched on back to the house.

“Here, let me get you one of daddy’s clean shirts”, her voice was calm, belying her inner turmoil. Ennis followed her silently into the house, stripping off his shirt and putting on the fresh one.

“I’m real sorry Alma” and without looking back, he headed towards to the truck, climbed in and took off for Lightening Flat.

Alma watched, helplessly, from her bedroom window, as everything she held dear to her drove off down that dirt track. She picked up the bloodied shirt, the only part of him left behind, placed it on a hanger and hid it at the back of her closet.



Bring em Down Part 6 by Susie


Coming Home

Jack had been stomping round all day like a bear with a sore head, hollering at his momma, picking fights with his daddy, before finally taking refuge in the barn. He knew Ennis had to clear things up with Alma, but what if he took one look at his sweetheart and changed his mind ’bout everything? He lay on his back in the far corner of the barn and fell into a disturbed sleep; Ennis in the arms of a woman, kissing her, touching her, fondling her breasts, all the while laughing at him.

A soft brush against his cheek brought him back round. He opened his eyes to be greeted by Ennis’s loving smile, a rare and beautiful sight. “So when d’ya wanna start on that cabin then bud?” Jack, heart soaring, leapt up, shoving Ennis roughly against the wall, kissing him hard, tearing at his jeans, and falling to his knees.

The barn door swung open suddenly and a voice echoed around them, “Supper’ll be on the table in five minutes boys! Hurry along and warsh up, I got a nice piece a juicy meat specially for you!” and hearing the stifled giggles from the far corner of the barn, Ma Twist smiled and went back to her cooking. Ennis looked down at Jack and ran his fingers softly through his hair.  Falling back against the wall and closing his eyes, he groaned,  “Took the words right out of my mouth!”

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« Reply #59 on: July 23, 2007, 07:49:10 am »
Bring em Down Part 7 by Susie


Settling In

Old Man Twist was spittin’ blood ‘bout Jack and his dirty little goin’s on with that fella. The cabin was built and the boys had settled in a month or so ago. At least in the main house, they couldn’t get up to no good being in separate rooms, but now, Lord knows what was happenin'.

Twist’s temper had been rising to boiling point since that fella, that polite, hardworking but none-the-less depraved fella, had entered their home, entered their lives. He picked up his 30-30 shotgun and marched on over to the cabin, he was gonna put a stop to it right now! On opening the front door, he heard laughter and other sounds coming from the tiny room upstairs.

He snuck up the creaking wooden staircase and swung open the bedroom door to witness the two men engaged in an unthinkable sexual act. Full of rage, he pointed the rifle directly at Ennis and yelled “Get off ma property now, you filthy son-of-a-bitch!”. Jack, with no thought to his own safety, leapt at him, grabbing the gun and wrestling him to the ground. The sound of a fist smashing into bone and a cry of pain was immediately followed by one single gun shot....


Bring em Down Part 8 by Susie


Freedom

Jack struggled to his feet, legs buckling under his weight, front of his shirt half open and dripping with blood. Ennis, jolted out of his daze, dropped the gun and hurtled over to him, “SHIT JACK, are you hurt lil’darlin’?” frantically searching for the source of the bleeding. “S’alright, I’m OK”, Jack said breathlessly, rubbing his bruised ribcage and looking down at the floor. Old Man Twist lay dead, shot in the heart, blood spilling over everywhere.

Ma Twist came running wildly into the room, “I heard a gun!”, and on seeing Jack’s bloodied shirt, screamed “JACK! MA BOY! What’s he done ta you? ”. It took her a moment to register the dead body on the floor in front of her. She stared fixedly at his face, his expression no longer cruel, just empty. She pitied him, but there was no love left between them, only force of habit, she was now as free from him as Jack.

Her tears flowed with the sadness of feeling nothing for him. “Self defence, saw it with ma own eyes!” she announced to the bewildered couple, “Best go fetch the sheriff Jack, but first, put on a clean shirt. Then you both better come on over to the house for a coffee, you’re shaking like a couple o’ rabbits caught in a trap” she wiped her eyes and smiled, “And I’ve just finished baking a nice cherry cake.”



Bring em Down Part 9 by Susie


At Peace

Ennis sat in bed gazing out of the cabin window at the clearest, blackest of skies, alight with a million tiny glistening diamonds. He finally had a moment to reflect on the whirlwind of events that had taken place over the past few months; he’d met and fallen in love with the beautiful man sleeping peacefully next to him, called off his engagement, moved up to Lightening Flat, and shot and killed a man.

His stomach turned over at the memory of that terrible night. He’d been acquitted of all charges, thanks to the heart felt testimony of Ma Twist, and Old Man Twist had been laid to rest in the family plot without a shedded tear.

It would have been enough to drive any man insane, but Ennis, for the first time in his life, felt at peace with the world, at peace with himself. He moved his hand over Jack’s warm naked body, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath his touch. He slid down next to his lover, pulling him in close and whispered “Love you Jack”, hearing a faint, sleep-clogged “Love you too Ennis” and drifted into dreamless slumber.



The End



Bring em Down Part 9a by Gary


At Peace: The Alternate Ending

Jack, Ennis, and Ma Twist sat up into the small hours huddled around the kitchen table drinking black coffee. They had concluded that if they called in the sheriff one of them would likely go to the state penitentiary. When Ma Twist made her proposal the boys were more or less struck dumb. They couldn’t imagine doing such a thing, but they couldn’t think of another way around the mess either. So they sat there, and with the silent moments slipping past they entered into a pact that would bind them forever.

The next day Ma Twist started making her phone calls, and the following Sunday, immediately following Easter Services, Ma Twist’s brothers and sisters in Christ arrived at the Twist ranch for a barbecue. With a beatific smile on her face, Ma Twist went around to her guests and thanked them for joining her in a repast celebrating Jesus’s triumph over death. When someone complemented her on the delicious meat, she said with a mysterious glint in her eye, “Secret’s in the sauce.”

Elvira Freelove--one of Ma Twist's oldest friends--noticed that Ennis was sitting alone at the end of the makeshift table--three sawhorses and a long piece of plywood--that was situated in front of the barn. So she went to him with the same festive bonnet she had worn every Easter for twenty years running perched on her head, and with a huge grin that was meant to be girly and warm, she asked the young man if she could fetch him a plate.

Ennis grimaced and said flatly, “I can’t eat no barbecue right now.” When Ennis’s gaze involuntarily turned toward the pit he saw Jack shoveling out mounds of savory pig flesh with a kind of gritty determination as the churchgoers filed past.

Eventually the authorities did come sniffing around, and with a shamed and hushed tone, Ma Twist explained that her husband subscribed to a magazine for wife swappers. She then pulled out one of her kitchen drawers, reached under a stack of neatly folded grocery store bags, and produced an unlikely periodical–Rocky Top Swingers. “When he proposed to put an ad in this filthy thing I told him Jesus would not approve. I try to live by the Word, you know.” Ma Twist wiped away a lone tear and declared, “He left the next day, and me and the boys ain’t seen him since.”

The officers seemed to take Ma Twist at her word, and left after eating a piece of cherry cake. When they were gone the bedsprings started to squeak overhead, causing a warm feeling came over the woman. She began singing Water Walking Jesus as she picked up her broom and headed out the door with the intention of sweeping the porch.


THE END

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« Reply #60 on: July 24, 2007, 04:33:56 pm »
A Promise - by Toycoon

On the last day, Ennis clasped Jack's hand, slid his backpack higher on his shoulder and together they began hiking to that secluded, special spot they'd found on one of their earlier 'fishing trips'; several years had elapsed but the anticipation of being together, sharing precious time with each other made them feel like giddy teenagers.

Ennis pulled the heavy blanket from the backpack and spread it out on the ground; they began to kiss, then firmly embrace, panting, slowly taking off their clothes. Jack's heart pounded in his chest as Ennis thrust his hot flesh into Jack's willing orifice.

When they were finished, Jack cleared his throat to speak but Ennis feared what Jack would say. "Ennis," began Jack, "I know we won't never have what we want..." "Jack," interrupted Ennis. "Lemme finish, ... promise me no matter what happens, no matter who finds out ... you'll never forget about me... I mean, 'us' and what we got."



Meadow Beauty by Dagi


Ennis stroke softly along his lover´s back, fascinated once more by the divine and at the same time earthy beauty of this man, eyes filled with rapture, Jack´s skin warm and silky and oh so sweet smelling.

His demigod took one of the tiny yellow flowers growing in the meadow, reached back, and with a mischievous smile curling his lips he placed it between his perfect, rodeo-steeled, white cheeks.

Ennis´ gasped, his view getting dizzy, and he hardly heared Jack´s husky whisper " Come and pick it...!"

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« Reply #61 on: July 25, 2007, 06:02:55 am »
Jack Fing Twist by Littlewing 1957

“Jack fing Twist, got it all figured out,” Ennis mumbled absently as he chased plastic utensils downstream.  Jack Twist threw up both his hands in frustration and headed inside the tent.  Ennis watched, almost amused, as Jack trudged angrily along.  Ennis had never seen Jack quite so exasperated.  He was mildly frightened at the though of Jack being pissed off, but he was also mighty aroused!

Ennis retrieved the plates and a pitcher and continued to tidy up the campsite.  Still not a peep from Jack!  It was getting dark, cooling off considerably and Ennis built a fire.  Dinner was out of the way and it was time to check on Jack.  It was time for love.

Ennis pulled back the tent flap a ways and peeked in at Jack.  He was laying in the bedroll, his back facing the tent opening.  Ennis undressed in silence and when naked, squeezed inside, snuggled close.  Jack stiffened but did not move away.  “You still mad at me?”  Ennis whispered against the nape of Jack’s neck.  He reached over and placed a tentative hand on Jack’s behind.  Jack was still wearing his jeans!  Ennis chuckled as he caressed the denim.  “Yeah, you’re still mad at me!”  Jack didn’t move or utter a sound.  Ah, here we go!  Ennis thought as he massaged Jack’s shoulders.  If I’m gonna get my lovin tonight I gotta act all sincere.  “I’m sorry, Jack,”  Ennis began.  “C’mon Bud, get undressed.  Need ya!”  No response from Jack Twist!  “Please baby?”  Ennis pleaded. Jack trembled.  The only person who had ever called him Baby was probably cooking dinner for his pa right now up at Lightning Flat.  And hearing it from Ennis Del Mar?  It was almost too much!   Jack turned to his love and searched for his lips in the dark..




The Motorcycle by Littlewing 1957

Ennis Del Mar didn’t know an awful lot about motorcycles, but he recognized quality, and knew that the hog that pulled up next to him cost a lot of money.  Ennis loathed bikers and wondered if he would have to punch this punk who just parked his bike next to his old truck, make the biker lose a bunch of teeth!

But something about the fella on the Harley seemed rather strange.  Most bikers Ennis noticed around town had an air of menace about them, seemed low rent.  But this man was dressed in soft nappa leather pants, a black distressed leather jacket, minus the long greasy hair, the tattoos, and the shoulder duster earrings.  This guy seemed almost refined.  Ennis didn’t want any trouble, especially as he was expecting Jack, was worried that Jack was late.  Ennis turned from the biker as he stepped from his hog and removed his helmet.  “Ennis Del Mar, aren’t you going to come here and give me a kiss?”  Ennis stiffened at the familiar voice, but ran into Jack’s leather clad arms.

“You don’t mean you drove over 1600 miles on a Harley?”  Ennis was incredulous as he inspected the bike.  It was a beauty alright, and brand new.  Jack placed his backpack on the steps of Don Wroe’s cabin.  “Sure did!  It was sort of strange at first, but I got used to it.  “Come here.”  Jack sat on the top stairs of the cabin and pulled Ennis down unto his lap. “How do you like the feel of the leather?  What else can you feel down there, cowboy?  Jack began a slow grind under Ennis’ butt and folded his lover in his arms.  Jack swelled as they kissed as did Ennis.  “Let’s go for a ride, En.  I brought a helmet for you.”  Ennis wasn’t sure.  He had never been on a bike before, and even though he realized that Jack could drive just about anything, he had his doubts.  “Uuhh, I don’t know Jack, I’ve never been on one of these things before.”  Jack straddled the Harley and threw a black helmet at his love.  “Put it on baby and climb on in back of me.  Its okay, just hold onto me.  Trust me.  We’ll ride on the wings of the wind…




The Motorcycle (Part 2) By littlewing 1957

They were back at Don Wroe’s cabin.  Ennis was working on a glass of whiskey, his feet propped on an overstuffed ottoman.  The motorcycle ride was wonderful!  Riding against the wind, Jack navigated the terrain like a master.

“I want everything tonight!” Ennis whispered to Jack who was seated at his feet, his elbows resting on Ennis’ thighs.   Jack admired Ennis tight jeans, looked in wonder at the denim hugging what he liked to hug.  “You got it, Baby.  Whatever you want.”  As Jack moved closer to his lover’s crouch, Ennis laid a firm hand on his shoulder.

“Just a minute, Jack.  Please do something for me.  Kiss me the way you did that night…you know… the second night we made love?”  I need that right now, Jack.  Take me back to that time you welcomed me with a kiss…





Beans by Littlewing 1957

Ennis rode into camp for lunch, mumbled a barely audible, 'hey there' then sat down across the fire near Jack but not close enough to look him in the eye, afraid that the erotic dream he'd had about Jack the night before would be apparent by a simple glance at his partner.

In his nocturnal encounter, Ennis was the aggressor, exploring every part of Jack's hirsute, rugged physique with pleasured hands and eager mouth; "Give it to me, Jack ... I want more, more!" moaned Ennis.

"You want more, Cowboy! " growled Jack, holding up a spoonful of lukewarm beans. "Huh?" Ennis snapped back to the present and his face turned six shades of scarlet. "Sheee-it, ain't never heard'a nobody likin' beans that much!"

“Shut up, Twist!”  Ennis mumbled as he reached for the beans.  “What you say, Cowboy?”  Jack was amused to see the flush of scarlet on Ennis’ handsome mug.   It was a rare sight, indeed!

“Give me some o them beans, Jack.  Quick, now… I ain’t playin.”  Ennis hoped his outburst would deflect his profound embarrassment.  “Okay, cowboy, hold yer horses.  I ain’t gonna eat all the beans up from yer.”

Jack rose up and positioned himself right behind Ennis.  He wrapped his arms around his lover and very silently, languidly, fed Ennis the spoonful of beans.  “That good, cowboy?”

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« Reply #62 on: July 26, 2007, 06:09:16 am »
Something Special by Littlewing 1957 (A Slice of Life)

Jack had trouble finding the spices, but the ground lamb was available at the every butcher’s shop in Childress.  He loved preparing exotic meals for Ennis.   The first night of a “fishing trip” was always special for Jack.  He was so delighted to see his lover after all the months apart that he always prepared something special in the kitchen, as well as the bedroom.

Jack asked Ennis to relax in the living room while he cooked.  Tonight he would prepare Fried Lamb Burgers: a Middle Eastern recipe he found in one of Lureen’s cookbooks.  He copied the recipe to a notebook, which was open; face up, on the kitchen counter.  Jack placed a generous amount of ground lamb into a large, steel bowl.  He mixed in fresh chopped parsley, onion, garlic, salt, 2 eggs, black pepper, cumin, turmeric, coriander and white flour.  After the lamb was mixed with the spices and flour, Jack separated the meat into 2 gigantic patties.  He poured 2 tablespoons full of sesame oil into a large skillet and added the patties while the oil was still cool.  He didn’t want a lot of burning and splatter.

The scent from the kitchen was so heavenly that Ennis stopped putting away toiletries in the medicine cabinet to go investigate.  The meat smelled so good, so exotic that he had to see what Jack was cooking.  But once inside the well-stocked kitchen, Jack shooed him out.

“Now, now, Cowboy!”  Jack said as he ushered Ennis back out of the kitchen.  “You’re about to ruin the surprise.  I’ll call you for supper when it’s ready!”  Jack kissed Ennis tenderly and turned to go check on the meat.  When the burgers were done, Jack placed each one on a French roll, and garnished the plates with parsley.  The baked potatoes were warming in the oven, and the wine was chilled.  Jack was so excited to serve such a meal to his lover.  Ennis had the table all set when Jack exited the kitchen holding 2 plates piled high with fried lamb burgers, and baked potatoes.  Jack kissed Ennis’ cheek as he placed his plate in front of him.  He filled the wine glasses and sat down to his burger.

Ennis, intrigued by the aroma of the burgers, and quite hungry, picked up the sandwich and took a bite.  Jack couldn’t eat until he saw Ennis’ reaction.  Jack watched as his lover chewed slowly, eyes closed.

“You..you like it, Friend?”  Jack asked tentatively, nervously.  Ennis didn’t answer at first, but continued to chew.  He took another bite as Jack watched.

“Well?”  Jack asked.

“Jack, what is this?  I haven’t tasted anything like this!”  It is sooo good!”  Jack sighed audibly and told him all about the dish.  Ennis looked at his man in awe.  He was always amazed at the things Jack did to spoil him.  They ate in silence and finished off an entire bottle of wine.  After dinner Ennis was mellow from good food, fine wine, amazing company.  He pulled Jack onto his lap and cuddled him.  He held him so tight, and Jack returned the embrace.

“Is this all, Bud?”  Ennis asked as he kissed Jack’s jaw.  “You said you had something else planned for me..for us?”  Jack smiled shyly and returned Ennis’ kiss.

“Yeah, friend.  I have a few things for you, for us in my duffle bag.  You sit here now and I’ll be back.  Just wait and see…




Blue Eyes
by Toycoon

Jack spotted Ennis from across the grassy field sitting alone, with his head hung low and obviously in deep thought; "Boy, that Ennis Del Mar sure is a complicated fella, wonder what he thinkin' 'bout?"

"Blue eyes... Momma would'a liked Jack's blue eyes, she liked purty things," Ennis thought, smiling wistfully as he recollected the way his mother would sometimes gaze into his father's steely eyes; "Daddy would'a wondered why I was hanging 'round rodeo fuck ups, " That boy looks like a queer ta me." Ennis' hands tightened into fists.

Ennis' concentration broke when he felt the rope from Jack's lasso fall down around his shoulders.

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« Reply #63 on: July 26, 2007, 06:10:45 am »
The Reading by Littlewing 1957

Text of a free psychic session (word for word) for a Mr. Ennis Del Mar by Remedios Songa, Clairvoyant.

Remedios:  I’m not saying you know this person, but there is a man standing at your elbow.  I can’t see his face.  He is little more than a shadow, but seems very happy to see you.

Ennis:  Oh!  What is he doing right now?

Remedios:  He’s rubbing your hair.

Ennis:  What does he want?

Remedios:  He says he doesn't want anything.  He...he tells me..what?  Oh, he says don’t mind you, that you can be difficult.  He is now holding your elbow.

Ennis:  Does he have a message for me?

Remedios:  He says he loves that your shirt is on the outside of his.  He says you’ll know what that means.

Ennis:  Is he angry with me?

Remedios:  He is rubbing your back now.  No, he says he’s not angry with you.  He also says, don’t be afraid and don’t blame yourself.  You see, he realizes that he had to die.  His life script was finished.  Nothing could be done.

Ennis:  But if I was just there for him…

Remedios:  He says no.  Even if you had been together, if you had agreed to have a life with him,  he would have died.  His time was up.

Ennis: Is he happy?

Remedios:  He says he’s very happy.  He is with many others who have gone on before him.  He is even merging.

Ennis:  Merging?

Remedios:  Yes, it is a form of physical pleasure people enjoy over on the other side.

Ennis:  (laughter) Well, tell him not to have too much fun.  Wait till I get there.

Remedios:  He thinks that’s funny.  He’s leaving now.  He has to go back.  He says he loves you..has always loved you.  He is gone.

Ennis: (rising) I thank you for your time.

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« Reply #64 on: July 28, 2007, 01:18:04 pm »
Sweet Nothings by Susie

It was time to go, Ennis’ bags were loaded up on the back of the truck and Jack’s few possessions were safely secured to the Harley.

Ennis’ mood was always sombre at moments like this, but seeing Jack dressed from head to toe in soft sumptuous leather and a fake smile damn near broke his heart, “C’mere Jack” he spoke in a quite unsteady voice and pulled Jack into a tight embrace, “Gonna miss you, Rodeo”.

“Gonna miss you too, my love” Jack smiled, turning quickly before a bemused Ennis had the chance to object to his last words, mounted his bike, glanced back one last time and rode off down the dirt track.



Comfort by Littlewing1957

3 months since the last fishing trip and Jack Twist is in hell.  He is all alone in his big, fancy house, but the trappings of prosperity can’t comfort him.  He misses his lover.  His bed is empty, as Lureen and Bobby are visiting her parents for the weekend.  Jack didn’t want to go.  It is just as well as he wasn’t invited.

Jack is grateful that he has an unlimited reserve of memories to sustain him in times like these.  He pictured a prone Ennis Del Mar lying on a bed - most likely the king sized number in Don Wroe’s cabin – naked, his manhood pointing toward the ceiling.  His mouth always watered at the sight of Ennis’ cock shooting straight up, waiting to be devoured.  His eyes watered now at the memory.

In his mind Jack tongued his lover, marveled at the sweet taste of him.  His body reacted rather strangely, though!  Jack noticed that he was sucking his tongue!  He was rather ashamed, as he thought he stopped sucking his tongue in the 4th grade.  He remembered using that part of his body to comfort himself whenever he wanted physical contact and there was none.  Jack made peace with it.  A tongue is no substitute for Ennis’ cock, but in a few months he would have the real thing.  Jack turned over in his bed and fell asleep.




Jack Gets It Right by garycottle

Ennis refused to help, so Jack was left to pack everything up all by himself.

While Jack disassembled their summer home, his friend sat up on the hill above camp and pouted like a small boy who had just seen his pup run over by a car.

Jack went up to Ennis when his work was done and sat beside him–close, but not too close–and there he waited patiently in somber, respectful silence until the young man put his arms around him and began to sob.

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« Reply #65 on: July 31, 2007, 04:49:39 pm »
Clouds by Toycoon

Lying in the warm heather, face up and head to head, Jack and Ennis looked like pair of Siamese twins joined at the crown and despite the close proximity of their heads, their minds could not have been further apart.

Pointing to the sky, Ennis remarked about the clouds, "That one looks like a sheep... or a horse or a camel or... a coyote...," his voice trailing off and his mood suddenly going dark.

"Well, I see a big bottle of whiskey and a cowboy, no wait, two cowboys and shee-it, they're matin'!" giggled Jack, flipping over then propping himself up on his elbows and kissing Ennis' forehead, the bridge of his nose and concentrating on his parted lips.



Cooked Goose by Littlewing 1957

Ennis rode into camp unusually chipper, whistling a happy tune.   Jack was leaning down, tending the fire, making it ready to cook a can of beans.  Ennis dismounted and walked up behind his lover, hiding something behind his back.  Jack turned to face him, delighted to see Ennis in such a good mood.

“What’s got into you, Friend?”  Jack asked as Ennis continued to whistle.  Ennis pulled a small burlap bag from behind his back, and handed it to Jack.

“Well, you was always goin’ on about how you’re sick of beans.  I got a surprise for you, Bud!”  Jack opened the sack, and whistled himself!

“Why, Ennis, this here is a goose!”  Where in the hell did you get a goose?"  Jack asked, amused now.

“Outta the sky, dumbass!  Where do you think I got em?”  Ennis said as he made a gesture of firing a rifle into the heavens.   Jack laughed and placed the goose next to the can of beans.  They would eat good tonight.

Jack knew how to dress a goose from watching his ma.  Mrs. Twist prepared goose only for special occasions.  Jack never told anyone, but he liked the smell of the goose’s innards as his mom squeezed the entrails from the bird.  Jack plucked, disemboweled, and seasoned the bird as best he could.  When Ennis sat down to eat, he had a feast of stone biscuits, beans, and goose.  After the meal was finished, both boys sat together, shoulder –to-shoulder in companionable silence.  Jack held Ennis’ hand and coughed a bit.

“Hey, Bud, you ain’t comin’ down with a cold, are ya?”  Ennis asked as Jack continued to cough.

“I don’t know, En, I hope not!”  Jack answered between coughs.  Ennis rose from the ground and fetched the pot that Jack used to cook the goose.  He dug his fingers into the goose fat and turned toward his lover.  Jack saw Ennis’ fingers covered with fat and backed away.

“What are you gonna do with that?”  Jack asked, hands in front of him, warding Ennis off.

“Look, Bud, just trust me!"  Ennis began as he unbuttoned Jack’s shirt.  Jack relaxed and let Ennis have his way.  He was never one to refuse his lover’s touch!

“The goose grease is good for fightin’ off colds.  My ma used to rub us down with the stuff whenever we started coughin.”  Jack was still as Ennis rubbed the fat onto his chest.

“There!”  Ennis said once the goose grease was all absorbed.  “I guarantee you’ll feel better come tomorrow.  If not, I’ll put some more on you.”  Jack wasn’t crazy about the smell of the goose fat, and he never heard of this particular home remedy, but he was willing to give it a try.  It wouldn’t do to come down with a cold or the flu - too much work to be done.   

Evening and Ennis was preparing to leave.  Jack packed him a snack of stone biscuits, and what was left of the goose.  Watching Ennis load up the horse made Jack very horny!

“Listen friend, can’t you stay for just an hour or so more?”  Jack whispered in his lover’s ear.  I have a bit more of that goose fat handy.  I think I know what else we can use it for!”  Jack winked at his lover, who smiled knowingly.  Ennis followed Jack into the tent.


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« Reply #66 on: July 31, 2007, 04:53:24 pm »
Clouds by Toycoon

Lying in the warm heather, face up and head to head, Jack and Ennis looked like pair of Siamese twins joined at the crown and despite the close proximity of their heads, their minds could not have been further apart.

Pointing to the sky, Ennis remarked about the clouds, "That one looks like a sheep... or a horse or a camel or... a coyote...," his voice trailing off and his mood suddenly going dark.

"Well, I see a big bottle of whiskey and a cowboy, no wait, two cowboys and shee-it, they're matin'!" giggled Jack, flipping over then propping himself up on his elbows and kissing Ennis' forehead, the bridge of his nose and concentrating on his parted lips.



Cooked Goose by Littlewing 1957

Ennis rode into camp unusually chipper, whistling a happy tune.   Jack was leaning down, tending the fire, making it ready to cook a can of beans.  Ennis dismounted and walked up behind his lover, hiding something behind his back.  Jack turned to face him, delighted to see Ennis in such a good mood.

“What’s got into you, Friend?”  Jack asked as Ennis continued to whistle.  Ennis pulled a small burlap bag from behind his back, and handed it to Jack.

“Well, you was always goin’ on about how you’re sick of beans.  I got a surprise for you, Bud!”  Jack opened the sack, and whistled himself!

“Why, Ennis, this here is a goose!”  Where in the hell did you get a goose?"  Jack asked, amused now.

“Outta the sky, dumbass!  Where do you think I got em?”  Ennis said as he made a gesture of firing a rifle into the heavens.   Jack laughed and placed the goose next to the can of beans.  They would eat good tonight.

Jack knew how to dress a goose from watching his ma.  Mrs. Twist prepared goose only for special occasions.  Jack never told anyone, but he liked the smell of the goose’s innards as his mom squeezed the entrails from the bird.  Jack plucked, disemboweled, and seasoned the bird as best he could.  When Ennis sat down to eat, he had a feast of stone biscuits, beans, and goose.  After the meal was finished, both boys sat together, shoulder –to-shoulder in companionable silence.  Jack held Ennis’ hand and coughed a bit.

“Hey, Bud, you ain’t comin’ down with a cold, are ya?”  Ennis asked as Jack continued to cough.

“I don’t know, En, I hope not!”  Jack answered between coughs.  Ennis rose from the ground and fetched the pot that Jack used to cook the goose.  He dug his fingers into the goose fat and turned toward his lover.  Jack saw Ennis’ fingers covered with fat and backed away.

“What are you gonna do with that?”  Jack asked, hands in front of him, warding Ennis off.

“Look, Bud, just trust me!"  Ennis began as he unbuttoned Jack’s shirt.  Jack relaxed and let Ennis have his way.  He was never one to refuse his lover’s touch!

“The goose grease is good for fightin’ off colds.  My ma used to rub us down with the stuff whenever we started coughin.”  Jack was still as Ennis rubbed the fat onto his chest.

“There!”  Ennis said once the goose grease was all absorbed.  “I guarantee you’ll feel better come tomorrow.  If not, I’ll put some more on you.”  Jack wasn’t crazy about the smell of the goose fat, and he never heard of this particular home remedy, but he was willing to give it a try.  It wouldn’t do to come down with a cold or the flu - too much work to be done.   

Evening and Ennis was preparing to leave.  Jack packed him a snack of stone biscuits, and what was left of the goose.  Watching Ennis load up the horse made Jack very horny!

“Listen friend, can’t you stay for just an hour or so more?”  Jack whispered in his lover’s ear.  I have a bit more of that goose fat handy.  I think I know what else we can use it for!”  Jack winked at his lover, who smiled knowingly.  Ennis followed Jack into the tent.

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« Reply #67 on: August 02, 2007, 12:40:39 am »
Chat by Dagi


Cowboy has entered the chat room

Rodeo  : Hi love, you are late.

Cboy    : Gnight darlin. Now what am I supposed to do?

Rodeo : chat.

Rodeo  : although I do not exactly feel like chatting tonight.

Cboy    : why´s that?

Rodeo  : I downloaded me a trojan virus and now I don´t know how to get rid of the fuckin piece a shit

Cboy    : a virus??? you okay???

Rodeo  : the computer, dumb ass

Cboy    : ? ? ?

Rodeo  : I wanted to download a video, and clicked somewhere I better had not clicked, and now I can´t get back to the original setting of my homepage                    - fuck it!

Cboy    : Video?? homepage???

Cboy    : Rodeo?

Cboy    : Jack, you gone?

Rodeo  : nope

Cboy    : what homepage are you talking about?

Rodeo  : you don´t want to know, believe me. Anyway, I had better be going now, call that friend of mine, ya know that computer freak in Atlanta, maybe he                can help me

Cboy    : hey I was asking what homepage you are talking about?

Cboy    : Rodeo?

Cboy    : you gone??

Rodeo  : ok I send you the link but don´t make the same mistake and don´t blame me if you don´t  like it

Rodeo  : and make sure you´re alone in the room when you open it

Rodeo  : bye, TTYL baby!

Cboy    : ? ? ?


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One Night up On Brokeback by Littlewing 1957

Late one afternoon up on Brokeback Ennis and Jack were enjoying a bottle of whiskey on shares after a dinner of beans, peaches and coffee.  Ennis shot a small rabbit up on the mountain, but it was “putrid!”  Jack skinned the poor rabbit and found its skin was coated in yellow pus!  The poor animal's hide almost fell apart in Jack’s hands.  No meat for them that night!

It was okay.  The beans were filling, and the peaches made for a nice dessert.  Jack sat beside Ennis, and neither spoke.  Nothing needed to be said as they watched the sun begin its descent.  They drank their whiskey, enjoyed the moment.   

The spiders up on Brokeback were plentiful and, to the boys' dismay, rather aggressive.  Ennis removed his shirt hours before the meal, and felt a small prick on his upper forearm.  He slapped at the spider, and felt a small amount of blood drip down to his fingers.  Jack rubbed his lover’s arm and looked down to the ground where the bug fell dead.  Jack rose from the log where he and Ennis sat and climbed into the tent for some sort of ointment to spread on Ennis’ bite.  Jack didn’t want the bite to develop a bubble, as often happened.  Ennis didn’t see, but Jack removed the good sized black bug from the ground and carried it into the tent.  He didn’t know what kind of spider he held, and he didn't care.  He also couldn't say what made him do it, but Jack held the bug’s carcass and pulled it apart, piece by piece.  He angrily stomped what was left of the spider, and left the tent with a bottle of alcohol to tend to his lover.

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« Reply #68 on: August 02, 2007, 12:50:01 am »
Susie, we are missing you terribly!

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« Reply #69 on: August 03, 2007, 12:24:36 am »
A Stormy Night by moremojo

"Close it up!" cried Jack, shuddering to the brutal, icy force of the hail that was beginning to pelt the tent, whereupon Ennis, torn between his fear for the sheep and gratitude for the shelter that both Jack and the tent provided, complied; they drew the flap tightly, their hands brushing together.

"Whew, friend, I told you Brokeback was rough", Jack said, his exhaustion and tension receding before the warmth and desire that filled him looking into Ennis's guarded brown eyes--eyes that had seen too little of the comfort and beauty that Jack knew to be in the world.

Jack noticed Ennis slightly shivering, whether from cold or some unnamed fear he couldn't tell, whereupon Jack said, softly, "C'mere, Ennis, it'll be allright"; thus gently drawing his friend's head to his beating breast, the pounding hail a wordless litany for desires unmapped, hopes yet to be born.


A warm welcome to out new poster Moremojo!
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« Reply #70 on: August 03, 2007, 01:39:19 am »
Hands by Dagi

Jack took his hands off the wall behind him against which his lover was still pressing him and placed them gently on each side of Ennis´ face, planted a soft kiss on his lips, pouring all his love into it, before they both took a breathless look down on Ennis´ hands.

Jack, still hard, in Ennis´ left hand, Ennis´own member in his right hand, both covered with their semen.

Jack dipped one finger into it and put the finger into his mouth, savoring the taste, then locked eyes with Ennis, who stared back in a mixture of disbelief and lust, and he whispered into his lover´s ear: “Think I should lick your hands clean before we can unpack your truck...”




The Tree by Toycoon

Ennis rode faster and faster, against the wind and into the sun, until he was at the very precipice of the mountain where he yanked the reins and hopped off his horse then stood looking at the plum tree he' d spotted a few days before, growing just over the edge of the steep cliff ; it was dangerous to try to pick the fruit but he knew that the taste would be so sweet after suffering with beans for all these weeks.

He slowly crept to the edge as though he were stalking prey, knelt down and set one foot, then the other to the ledge below reaching his hand over the side toward the delicate fruit on a low branch; the dirt ledge gave way and Ennis gasped as he felt himself falling deeper and deeper into the abyss.

When Ennis opened his eyes, his lashes brushed against Jack's musty hair, his nose drawing in the grassy scent and he could feel Jack's pulsing heartbeat through his arms; Ennis untangled himself from Jack and put on his plaid shirt, his coat and hat, then he stared at Jack for a bit, kissed Jack goodbye and took off for the sheep on horseback.



Shades of Blue by Littlewing 1957

Tending camp was boring, indelicate work, but Ennis was becoming used to it.  He was a decent cook, even managing to make tasty meals with the meager provisions given him.  Some days were better than others, but after a particularly lusty night with Jack Twist, Ennis woke restless and lonely.

It was against his better nature, his sense of duty, but Ennis needed to see his friend.  Jack was due back to camp for his supper in about 5 hours, but Ennis couldn’t wait that long.  He decided to take supper to Jack.  Ennis packed a few cans of beans, a can of Vienna sausages, some peaches and a jug of whiskey.  By the time he arrived up the mountain, Jack would already have a fire.  His tent should also be equipped with a small pot.  They should find everything they needed to cook and eat a decent meal.

Ennis found Jack after a few hours.  He was sitting on a log, patting one of the blue healers, his harmonica in his lap.  The sight of so many shades of blue gave Ennis pause.  He took in Jack’s blue shirt, Jack's dark wash blue denims and the blue/black coat of the puppy.   All of this silent, softly animated shades of blue positioned against the robin’s egg blue of the Wyoming sky wove a deep and lonely spell. The blue puppy heard Ennis' approach after a moment and ran to him, tail wagging.  Jack looked up, blue eyes dancing and hopeful.  He ran into Ennis’ arms, encircling him in a tangle of blue.



Jackie by Littlewing 1957

Extreme AU Slice of Life

Ennis wasn’t sure what to do next!  The tiny kitten was rubbing against his legs, purring loud enough to wake the dead.  He didn’t want this to get out, but Ennis was wild about cats.  Jack Twist would know what to do.  Ennis placed the call to Childress and Jack answered on the first ring.  Their conversation went sort of like this:

Ennis:  Hey, Bud, how you doin?  I just thought I would give you a call to see what’s up and get some advice.

Jack:  Well, well, well, Ennis Del Mar!  What’s up, Cowboy?  Everything okay?  I don’t usually hear from you?”

Ennis:  Oh, I’m okay; I just need your help, is all.  You have a cat, right?

Jack:  Well, yeah, Lureen has an orange tabby cat.  Why do you ask?

Ennis:  I found a cat, a little kitten on my stoop last night.  It was crying and wouldn’t leave.

Jack:  I see!  Where is the cat now?

Ennis:  In my kitchen.  I let it stay the night.  Jack, does your cat like to sleep with you?

Jack:  Sure.  Moppy sleeps at our feet almost every night.  I guess they like to be close to their owners.  Ennis, this call must be costing you a lot of money.  You want to get to the point?  Don’t get me wrong, friend, I love to hear your voice, but long distance ain’t cheap.

Ennis: (clearing his throat)  Yeah, well, I wanna know what sort of food to feed it.

Jack:  You mean you’re gonna keep the kitty?  Ennis, I didn’t know you like cats!

Ennis:  Yeah, well keep it under yer hat.  I don’t want this getting’ out.  What should I feed a baby cat?

Jack:  Kitten food?

Ennis:  What kind of kitten food?

Jack:  I don’t know.. kitten chow usually works.   Moppy loved kitten chow.  If you want, I can send you a few cases.

Ennis:  Oh no, no Bud, I got this.  Thanks for the tip.  I’ll go get her some kitten chow.  So how is everybody and everything?

Jack:  Oh, we’re tolerable.  Work is a bitch, but what else is new?  Kelsey just had a litter of 5 pups.  Friend, you should see em!  I’m gonna bring one of them to you next month when we meet up.

Ennis:  C’mon Jack, I just told you I’m keeping the kitten.  I can’t take care of 2 pets.

Jack:  Oh yeah, that’s right.  Well, anyways, I’m lookin’ forward to our next trip.  We still on for the 5th of next month?

Ennis:  Hell, yeah.  Wouldn’t miss it. 

Jack:  Anything else you need to know?  Make sure you get the cat her shots, and change her water bowl often.

Ennis: Yeah, I’ll remember.  Thanks again, Bud.  Keep it warm for me until we meet.

Jack:  I will.  (chuckles) Bye!

Ennis
:  Bye.

Ennis picks up his little kitty and scratches behind her ears.  The tiny feline is small enough to fit in the palm of his hand.  He places her in his lap and rubs her tiny back.  He decides to name her "Jackie."
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« Reply #71 on: August 04, 2007, 02:53:05 pm »
The Color of Brown by Toycoon

The earth smelled good, so warm and comforting, hours after the light rain they'd had that summer morning. It was an indescribable scent that Jack could not explain his attraction for but it gave him a sense of solace all the same.

From across the river, Jack stared at Ennis, standing in bare feet in the thick mud; he marveled at Ennis' connection to the soil. Ennis seemed to be an extension of the sandy banks of the river: grounded, sturdy, rich and robust.

Jack drew in Ennis' masculine aroma, making him swoon unexpectedly and feel slightly intoxicated in this man's presence; the cool blue of the stream reflected delicately in the ruddy sanguine of Ennis' eyes.




All for Me by Littlewing 1957

Ennis placed Jack’s hand in his.  He pulled him up from the couch and led him silently, intently, into the bedroom.  Jack stood by the king sized bed and fixed a piercing blue gaze at Ennis’ crotch.

Jack unbuttoned Ennis’ beige shirt slowly.  He liked this sort of lazy lead-up; thought of it as a sort of foreplay.  Ennis allowed this, even encouraged it!  Halfway down to his waist now, Jack continued to unbutton Ennis’ shirt, revealing his chiseled, tanned chest.

His shirt removed now, Jack pulled at Ennis’ leather belt.  It came away easy.  Unzipping his jeans, Jack became hungry, impatient.  He eased Ennis’ jeans down to the floor, removed his briefs.   Ennis’ manhood was hard and glistening.  When Jack saw the slick lubrication dripping down Ennis’ shaft, he cried out, screamed, dizzy with lust!  Ennis palmed his manhood and handed it to Jack…



Feeling Safe by Moremojo

Even though both were approaching middle age, Ennis still thought of Jack as his beloved blue boy, and held him snugly from behind as they drifted off to sleep in the tent, relishing the warmth of that beloved cleavage, the tight but welcoming place where his manhood had always felt most comfortable.

For a moment, his peaceful descent into sleep was roused by the memory of their earlier conversation, where Jack had said he missed him so much sometimes he could hardly stand it, and of how Ennis's heart had stung to those gently recriminating words, of how his mouth clamped tighter in frustration and sadness.

Tinged with the dark night's melancholy, his member retreated from its swelling search, though Ennis could still feel the humid warmth of his beloved's body upon it, and he pulled Jack even closer, determined that if only for this one night, they would be safe and secure, and not only in their dreams.




Sunday Service by garycottle

The morning sun came through the window and washed the room in antiseptic white light.  The only contrast to the unremitting brightness was the shadow in the shape of a giant cross over the bed, cast there by the window’s muntins.  John could no longer sleep because not even his eyelids could block out the light.  In winter he’d simply pull the blanket over his head, but now it was too warm.  So he slowly rose and placed his feet on the floor.  Since his wife had gotten up hours earlier, and presumably had already left for church, the pain in his lower back and knees was his only hail.  He was sure that by the time he was sixty the pain would be more than he could bear.

John shielded his eyes and looked out the window, and saw two pubescent boys running behind the barn.  One was his son, Jack, and the other was Holland Perry.  Holland was the son of George and Catherine Perry who lived five miles down the road.  His wife went to church with them, and most Sundays the Perrys dropped the boy off when they stopped to pick up Roberta.  John didn’t like Holland.  He thought he was a sissy.  But he tolerated the kid because the deal was he and Jack would do the morning chores if they chose to stay home from church, and this bargain gave John an excuse to sleep in.  But seeing the boys now he noticed there was something in their cadence that suggested they weren’t interested in chores this morning.

John dressed, drank a cup of warmed-over black coffee, and headed outside to see what the boys were up to.  When he heard the giggles John’s pace slowed, and then he stopped altogether when he got to the corner of the barn.  He quietly poked his head around and saw an unexpected sight.  Jack and Holland were on their feet facing each other.  Their pants were down around their ankles, and their right arms crossed over to the other’s crotch.  Each was pulling back and forth.

John’s vocal cords tightened in an effort to speak, but no words came out.  He wanted to stop what was happening, but he couldn’t acknowledge it.  John turned and walked away as the heat bit his cheeks like windburn.  At first he blamed his wife.  Roberta had told the boy about Christ's love, even though John had told her that would only make the boy soft.  But as he neared the kitchen door he realized that it was his fault.  It was the responsibility of the father to make a man out of his boy.
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« Reply #72 on: August 06, 2007, 05:44:20 am »
Sinner by Toycoon

Ennis awoke with a start from his drunken stupor, to the feel of his right hand palming another man's throbbing cock, Jack's cock, with Jack's hand firmly guiding his fingers over the length.

Groggy, confused yet dizzy from intense desire, Ennis yanked down Jack's trousers and tore at the fly of his own jeans, freeing his erection then rubbed a saliva covered hand over his shaft.

In an instant, Ennis was deep inside his partner's warm body, experiencing the most incredible sensations he had ever felt; Jack let out a loud grunt and Ennis shivered and collapsed on top of him in a heap.


Sinner Part 2 by Littlewing 1957

Out, down and asleep?  Oh no, not yet!  Jack fell over and appreciated the feel of Ennis’ weight on top of him.  He lay still, content to bask in the afterglow, savor the smell of Ennis’ quivering form.

Ennis reached out just in time to palm Jack’s still tumescent manhood.  He caressed him gently, instinctively aware that Jack would be extra sensitive after his orgasm.  Jack kept his groin elevated a bit, just so that Ennis could fondle him.

Never a word was spoken as the 2 lay still.  Ennis’ breath caressed Jack’s neck as his hand gently pulled and rubbed Jack’s dick.  And when both were content in spirit as well as body, time for sleep...

Sinner (Part 3) by Littlewing 1957

A bit AU

And the boys slept.  But along about 3:00a.m. Ennis noticed a now familiar stirring in his loins.  He was not lying very close to Jack, but was awakened by his smoldering physicality.

Ennis gently pushed against Jack’s shoulder in an effort to wake him.  Ennis was ready to play.  Jack was groggy and confused as he rubbed sleep from his blue eyes.  His eyes focused on his friend just as Ennis leaned in for a kiss.

“Pull your pants down, Rodeo!” Ennis ordered.  “I want to see you.”  Jack complied without a word.  Ennis smiled as Jack removed his jeans.

“Now pull them all the way off and bend over… all the way over.”  Jack did what he was told.  Ennis crawled down on the bedroll, directly under Jack’s rock hard behind.  He glanced up timidly and took in the sight of Jack’s tiny pucker and his pendulous scrotum.

“Ah the view is so good from down here!”  Ennis muttered as he continued to feast his eyes.  Jack held very still, slightly amused at his friend’s antics.  Ennis reached up tentatively, and spread Jack’s butt cheeks to gain a better view of his hole.  He patted Jack’s ass, rubbed him tenderly.

“That feels so good, Friend!”  Jack whispered as he held his position!  Ennis reached down slightly and cupped one ball, released it, and palmed the other.  Losing control, Ennis moved his mouth closer to Jack’s balls and placed one in his mouth.  When he gently gulped the other, Jack fell flat onto his chest…

Sinner (Part 4) by Littlewing1957

I'm dedicating this to all of you guys!  I love you!

Ennis chuckled softly as he followed Jack’s descent onto the bedroll.  He had to follow him down, as Jack’s balls were still in his mouth!  Jack was a bit mortified to lose his balance just as Ennis gobbled him, but how could he stay still after all that?  And the vibrations from Ennis’ deep, throaty chuckles caressed Jack in ways he couldn’t describe.

Ennis released his friend’s sacs and caressed them for a bit.  Jack turned over onto his back and fixed Ennis with a moist, blue stare.  Ennis was caught.  He couldn’t look away, but felt uncomfortable as he was drawn deeper into the liquid orbs of blue.

A tender sigh and Ennis was released.  Jack looked away, but reached out for his new lover - encouraged, pleaded for an embrace.  Ennis pulled Jack to his muscular chest and held him tight.  Jack instinctively wrapped his arms around his friend’s broad shoulders and pushed in close.



The Nose Leads The Heart by moremojo

Despite having been raised on a ranch, Jack had always been sensitive to the raw smells so frequently encountered in that milieu, and was mighty relieved for Ennis (so sweet, so thoughtful) to take his place in that damn foul-smelling pup tent; and yet, since they had become lovers (mustn't use that word, shouldn't think like that) the camptender's tent had taken on its own funky, manly aroma, the kind that could only come from the repeated exertions born of animal passion.

Jack noticed now that odors once deemed offensive by him were, in these special circumstances, imbued with a strange new allure, that awoke desire and which he immediately associated with his new friend, who even now was entering the tent and pulling off his boots, filling the tight space with a day's worth of hard-earned, sweaty raunch, the discernment of which made Jack's jeans chafe at their own constriction.

"Hey bud, glad to see ya," Ennis smiled down at his cowboy, tentatively touching his hair and gingerly leaning down to kiss those soft lips, whereupon Jack hungrily reached up to drink Ennis in, the heady mixture of dried masculine sweat, feet, and Ennis's whiskey-stained, unbrushed teeth transformed, in the magic of the moment, into the unforgettable perfume of paradise.
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« Reply #73 on: August 07, 2007, 05:28:22 pm »
Kindred Spirits by Moremojo

"I never had a brother, you know, bein' an only child," mused Jack, while he and Ennis sat gazing into the campfire in the silent, dying light of the day; shifting slightly in the lawnchair, Jack continued, "I sometimes wondered what that mighta been like...havin' someone to play with, an' also someone to look after you, and to look after..."...Jack's voice drifted as Ennis discerned a shadow, not only from the evening's twilight, pass over his bud's aging face.

Ennis, who had had a damn handful of a brother in K.E., didn't know how to register this odd, melancholy reflection of Jack's (he and K.E. had barely tolerated one another, and were glad to get out of each other's hair when the opportunity arose), but he sensed the longing in his one and only cowboy that he never knew existed, and felt a kindred kindness rise thereby in his own breast.

"It's late in the day, friend," Ennis said, leaning expectantly to directly face Jack, "but I can be a brother to ya, if that's whatchya want"; and in saying so, he reached out to gently touch Jack's pensive cheek, in the way that Jack had taught him so long ago.



Caps and Facial hair by Littlewing1957

Jack Twist had his “buck” teeth filed down and replaced with caps.  He was feeling fine and grew a shaggy mustache to finish the job.  Jack didn’t think his new look was anything special, but he couldn’t wait to see Ennis’ reaction to his new teeth and his bushy top lip.  Jack appraised his mustache in a small hand mirror.  “Poor Ennis!”  Jack chucked softly.  “He’ll remember being kissed, that’s for damn sure!”

At first Ennis didn’t notice, or he wanted to keep his comments to himself.  Jack ran into his lover’s arms and planted a wet, scratchy one on Ennis' full lips.


 
“Whoa, Jack!”  Ennis laughed as he stepped back a bit.  “What is that growin’ on your top lip?”  Jack punched Ennis’ upper arm. “It’s a mustache, Friend.  Do you like it?”  Jack kissed Ennis again for good measure.

“I don’t know, Bud.”  Ennis began, shaking his head.  “I guess it’s okay, just don’t get too carried away with that thing.  It feels like it can hurt, you get too excited!”  Jack laughed uproariously and walked into Don Wroe’s cabin to get settled for the week.  Once all the gear, food and other provisions were put away, Ennis and Jack sat side-by-side on the massive couch to catch up.  Jack told Ennis all about his desire to do something about his buck teeth.  He saved for a long time to pay for the procedure, and was very satisfied with the results.  Jack opened up so that Ennis could see his new caps.

“Looks nice, Bud!”  Ennis said approvingly.  But how do they feel?  How do they taste?  Here, let me see!”  Ennis placed his mouth over Jack’s, and very forcefully, moved his tongue first along the top teeth, and then along the bottom.  He pulled his tongue away, bit at Jack’s mustache, sucked at the dark hairs.  “Very good… tastes good, Jack!  I like em!”  Jack almost fell off the couch, taken aback by the sheer sexiness of Ennis’ actions.

“Well, if you like the taste, you’ll love the feel…down there!”  It was Jack, pointing to Ennis’ groin,  trying his best to catch his breath.  It was Ennis’ turn to fall over!  He pulled at his belt, as Jack’s head went down….




Recapturing Youth by Moremojo

More and more, during their all too infrequent get-togethers in what had become the late summer of their lives, Ennis and Jack turned reflective and nostalgic towards the past, both of their times together and of their lives generally, and so it came as no surprise when Ennis at one point said, "Ya know, not having finished high school, I missed out on so much of that high school stuff, like datin' and shit...hell, I never even gave a girl a hickey, much less got one"; Jack smiled at his friend's effusiveness that even now could invest him with so much boyishness, at which he replied that, as a fellow dropout, he too had missed out on many of the teenage rites of passage...including hickeys.

"Ya know, Ennis, it's not too late", Jack said with a fresh gleam in his eye, his voice rising to the lilt that colored it when he became excited, continuing with, "Hell, we've never given each other hickeys...how about we make up for lost time?"; at that, Ennis needed no further prodding, and, grabbing his friend's head firmly in his hands, sank his face upon Jack's warm neck, sucking and slightly biting the flesh that felt, at such times as this, like his own.

Jack laughed at the ticklish deliciousness of the sensation, and immediately after returned the favor, noting a little rasp of pleasure coming out of Ennis's throat even as his mouth was upon it; the deed done, the two of them went to look at the results in the mirror of Jack's truck, whereupon they burst out laughing at the massive red marks they had carved on each other, whereupon Ennis said, "Well, we may be old-timers, but those young 'uns got nothin' on us", already contemplating how he would show off the mark to his fellow ranch hands as a trophy from Cassie, while Jack, right then touching his neck with apprehension, began to worry as to how he would explain it later to Lureen.
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« Reply #74 on: August 09, 2007, 07:44:18 pm »
Aguirre by moremojo

His teeth clenched so hard inside his closed mouth that they slowly began to ache, as Joe Aguirre sat on his steady horse, gazing from a distance at the naked youths before him, the ruddy Del Mar boy thrusting into that damn Twist sonafabitch, kneeling on all fours with his ass pointed skyward like a fuckin' cat in heat, both utterly oblivious to the vast landscape around them with its secret, prying eyes; Aguirre waited until the two had retreated to the tent before making his way back into town.

While riding, none too hurriedly, Joe felt the rush of his blood swelling his face, as he thought back on last summer, and the first time he met that scamp Jack, of how that Twist boy wasn't much good at any damn thing, though he obviously tried to please and wile himself into everyone's good graces; Joe remembered how the slightest hint of a smile from that fresh face softened him up inside, made him forgive the latest fuckup, and give the kid another chance, and as he approached Signal he began to think he had given the boy one chance too many.

Securing his horse and settling himself into his trailer, Joe pondered how he would handle the current situation, of how he couldn't abide the thought of letting two queers go at it on his good time, but of how little he could afford the loss of two able bodies in this crucial season; yeah, bodies were on his mind as, with a hint of hot tears welling up in his eyes and that old loathing rising up in his throat to the point he thought he would puke his very soul out, he unbuttoned his fly to reach down and stroke the stiffening flesh within.



Meat by Toycoon

Jack was on his knees, his body warm from the campfire, hot from desire, when he brought the meat to his face, inhaling deeply, drawing in the musky scent then, finally setting the smooth flesh on his hungry lips.

Jack drew his lips around the thick meat then sucked greedily on it so that his cheeks puffed out and the juices oozed from the sides of his mouth, dribbled down his chin and onto his pants.

Ennis wiped the grease from his mouth with his sleeve and thought, "damn, I ain't never seen nobody eat elk jerky like that before! "

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« Reply #75 on: August 10, 2007, 08:14:40 am »
Secret Stash by Littlewing1957

“I tell you, they was screwin’ each other!”  Aguirre was red faced as he spoke to one of the foremen.  Darryl Freeman looked at Aguirre and shook his handsome head.

“I don’t believe it, Joe!  Not those 2 good lookin’ guys.  How do you know all this?  You got proof?”  Aguirre pulled a pack of cigs from his desk drawer and offered one to Darryl.  Darryl refused.

“Because I saw ‘em with my own eyes!”  Aguirre muttered as he placed a long cig into his mouth.  "And besides, I caught them one day laughing it up, horsing around.  Listen, man, you don’t play around like that, pull on each other half naked without anything goin’ on."  Aguirre lit his cigarette.  “Those 2 boys are queer, I tell ya!”  Darryl Freeman wasn’t convinced.

“Hey, wait a minute, Joe,” Darryl began.  “We grew up together and engaged in a bit of horseplay with each other.  You mean to say we’re queer?”  Aguirre was getting angry now.  He didn’t know why he even confided in his longtime friend; other than the fact that the truth was eating away at him.   5 years have come and gone since the summer he hired Ennis and Jack, and Joe couldn’t keep the secret to himself any longer.

“Look, Darryl, I got proof, okay?”   Aguirre stood and moved toward his small safe.  “You want to see for yourself?”  Darryl was amused and quite curious now.  He nodded.  Aguirre pulled from his safe a small stack of photos.  He placed them on the desk right in front of his childhood friend.  Darryl reluctantly picked up the pics and whistled.  His mind couldn’t register what he was seeing: Jack and Ennis out in the broad daylight, engaging in anal sex!  Darryl returned the pictures to his friend.  The sight of Ennis bent over Jack was lurid enough, but Jack with Ennis’ manhood in his mouth was obscene!  Darryl wouldn’t admit it, but he was aroused by what he just saw.  He couldn’t imagine, though, why Joe would take these pictures.

“Okay, I see!”  Darryl muttered.  I thought you was bullshittin,’ man!  Well, at least they didn’t do anything to the sheep.  They had each other to poke!”  Darryl and Joe both laughed ruefully.  “Why are you saving those pictures?”  Darryl asked his friend.  Aguirre was silent.  He didn’t know why he held onto those pics for so long, and he didn’t want to know the answer.  “I don’t know, Darryl!”  Aguirre began.  “Annunition, maybe?”  Darryl didn’t know what Aguirre meant, and decided to leave it alone.

“Hey Joe!”  Darryl began.  “Why don’t you make us a pot of coffee, and we’ll forget about those queer ranch stiffs you hired.  Don’t beat yourself up about it.  You had no way of knowing that they was queer."  Darryl pointed to the pot in back of his friend.  "Make us a pot of coffee?”  Aguirre smiled and nodded.  He turned his back to Darryl and started on the coffee.  Darryl quickly and expertly grabbed a few of the pics that Aguirre left on the desk.  Joe would never miss them.  Darryl smiled softly as he placed the pics in his jeans pocket.  The erotic snapshots of Ennis and Jack would come in handy during those lonely times up on the mountain...


From Laura

From the long languid looks — ever slower
to the riveted jeans being lowered...
Finally screen satisfaction
for the straight female faction!
A total, erotic mind-blower!


It's alright, Cowboy by Toycoon

Ennis was so nervous, trembling and shaking at the thought of making love to a man but he couldn't have asked for a better friend to break him in; Jack put Ennis at ease, softy rubbing Ennis' head and whispering "it's alright, it's alright... I'm right here with you, cowboy" in a voice as smooth as velvet.

Comfortable and relaxed, Jack had his way with the inexperienced ranch hand, each man deriving pleasure from places neither knew could give it.

As the cool night wore on, Ennis took Jack in every orifice and Jack, reciprocated enthusiastically with Ennis; vertiginous by how good it all felt.


It’s alright, Cowboy (part 2) by Littlewing1957

Ennis was no longer nervous, or even ashamed.  He was rather sore, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.  In Ennis’ eyes, the physical discomfort was a measure of passion, and of conquest!

Jack didn’t need reassurance, or to be held and gentled like some gal, but he did enjoy the sensation of being in his friend’s embrace.  He pulled Ennis’ arms around his neck, kissed his smooth forearm.

“It’s alright for us to make love, Friend!”  Jack whispered as he kissed Ennis’ hair.  “It’s nobody’s business but our own.”  Ennis nodded and snuggled closer.  “It’s also okay to whisper something sexy in my ear!”  Jack chuckled.  He patted Ennis’ firm behind.  “All that time you spend up on horseback must make this so good!”  Jack said breathlessly.  He looked at Ennis, amused.  “Your turn…”

It's alright, Cowboy (Part 3) by Toycoon

"Jack, you make me feel special, kinda important,'" stammered Ennis," when you look at me, I feel wanted, hmm." he smiled bashfully and looked away but then back at Jack.

Jack never wanted anything more than he needed Ennis at that moment; he rubbed his lips on the soft hair on Ennis forearm.

Although they were worn out and ached all over, they kissed, touched and felt one another's body repeatedly until they each drifted off to sleep.


A Slice of Life on the Mountain by Littlewing1957

Ennis rode in to camp on his mare.  His dark golden hair tangled in the wind, he was a breathtaking, formidable sight.  Jack dropped the wood he was adding to the cook fire.  The sight of Ennis’ approach stopped his heart.  “Aww, a whole lotta sexiness is comin’ this way!”  Jack mused as he watched his lover’s approach.

Ennis climbed down, shook himself all over.  He was stiff from such a long ride.  He walked a few circles around the fire, dropped down suddenly and did a few push ups.  Jack watched all of this in silence.  He didn’t want Ennis to know that his very presence caused his heart to skip a beat.

Jack continued to watch as Ennis worked out the kinks.  When his exercise routine was over, Ennis, flat out on his back, looked over at his friend and smiled.  Jack returned Ennis’ smile and walked over to where he lay.  He joined Ennis on the cold ground and kissed his lips.

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« Reply #76 on: August 11, 2007, 08:41:48 am »
More Meat – the tension builds by LauraGigs


Ennis released a reverberating MMMmmm from deep in his chest. He was secretly grateful for Jack's coaxing despite his initial resistance, reveling in the unlimited luscious meat splitting up the weeks of camp cooking. He didn't want to waste a thing – when he was done with the flesh along the length, he worked around the end of the bone, savoring the saltiness and deep flavor there.

His eyes lifted over his savory prize for a second, and suddenly he was caught just like the elk:  struck wide open by his campmate's devastating gaze. Ennis froze in the double-barreled blue with a mouthful of the elk-bone hardness – watching Jack's lips slowly curl into a glistening grin that made him feel like penetrated prey.

Swallowing hard, Ennis put dinner down and stretched his hand down past Jack's knee, but couldn't reach. Uhhhh, hand me the whiskey there friend? he finally choked out.

Jack gave it over, and Ennis took a deep drink.



   
After Hours by Toycoon

When Jenny had the measles, Alma took care of her while Ennis and Alma Jr. stayed with Alma's sister on the other side of town; Alma scrubbed the vomit from her daughter's blanket, rang out the water from the little pink fleece then took it to the Laundromat downstairs to tumble dry.
 
It was half past seven as she picked two dimes from the ashtray and hastily dashed out the back door with the damp bundle because she'd seen the cream colored pick-up belonging to the owner of the laundromat, Mr. Delgado, so she knew she could still use the dryer after hours if she hurried; the sign on the door read, "CLOSED" and she noticed that the hand-written "Help Wanted" sign that had been in the window all week, sat on the little counter. The door was ajar, so she nudged it open with her shoulder.

From across the room, Alma heard the sounds of grunting, thumping and pounding on a washing machine so she started towards the noise; she spotted the two men, Mr. Delgago and a 'colored' man hunched over, moving the appliance into position.

When she finally got close enough to see them, she discovered that the two men had their pants down around their ankles with the black man thrusting his huge member into Mr. Delgado's white ass! Mr. Delgado moaned and slapped the top of the washer with his hands and reared back to meet the bigger man's lunging.

Alma stifled her gasp with the blanket but the men didn't notice her in the least; she quickly retreated from the laundromat, caught her breath and pulled the door shut.

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« Reply #77 on: August 11, 2007, 04:16:51 pm »
Swallowing by moremojo

The cancer that had seized his throat and ravaged the delicate tissues of his mouth had rendered the eating of solid food impossible for Ennis del Mar, so that, apart from occasional doles of apple sauce and quaffs of always welcome water, the aging cowboy derived most of his nutrition from a stomach tube, the purchase and maintenance of which was generously provided by Junior and Kurt, with whom he now lived; Ennis never thought that a stay of a few months would turn into two years, after his eviction from the ranch, though, along with all the other hard knocks it had been his lot to endure, he accepted this with calm, equanimity, and not a little gratitude...thus was he settled in his thoughts at home while Kurt and Junior were away at work.

Ennis had always been a man of simple tastes, had never asked for or expected much, but even with his spartan heritage he never realized how much he could miss the wholesome taste of a good can of beans or the tough texture of a good strip of jerky, and yet the sensation he missed most of all, the one he knew would be even more impossible to reclaim, was that of those soft, yielding lips that could always awaken his heart to its own inner recesses, would remind him that he was alive and to be glad of it; his thoughts of Jack, of his absence, were further inflected with the regret of all that Ennis never did for his lover, wouldn't do at the time because it seemed unmanly, such as reciprocating Jack's loving gesture of taking his manhood deep into his mouth and letting the hot jets of passion come in there, even to the point of drinking them down...how Ennis now wished that he had had the courage to taste that secret part of Jack's being, and to imbibe his manly essence.

With his mind thus engaged, his throat hurting like hell and his abdomen sore from the tube's repeated insertions, Ennis noticed a flutter in his heart that gave him pause, made him sit up to take notice that something big was happening, that maybe his time had at long last come, so much so that he imagined...or could it really be...his beautiful blue boy, no longer blue for being completely naked, approach him to take gentle hold of his head, guiding that weary mass onto his waiting manhood (longer and stiffer than Ennis could remember), sliding dream into flesh, fulfilling a once-abandoned hope as, at the very moment Ennis's heart was giving out, the now hale throat received its benediction of hot, everlasting love.




It Really is Alright by Littlewing 1957

Ennis made his way home from the grocer’s with his head hanging down.  He was paid, but business at the ranch was poor, and his check was short by about $200.00.  Ennis wasn’t sure if Steve could get away with stiffing him like that, but he had other urgent matters to consider.  His child support check was due to Alma in a few days, and he didn’t know how he could manage to pay her and his rent with his funds short by $200.00.  He could barley afford the few groceries that he picked up just moments ago.

And Jack wasn’t sure about the trip next month.  His postcard arrived days before, announcing a conflict with the dates; something about a conference in New York that he needed to attend.  Now this!  Ennis opened his trailer door with a heavy heart, and put away his groceries.  He heated a TV dinner and sat down to eat and read the mail.  Bills, more bills and a few pieces of junk mail.  His bad luck was holding up.  But wait - a letter from Alma - the last thing he noticed!  Ennis was nervous as he opened his ex-wife’s letter.   It read:

Ennis, I got to thinking, and never mind sending the support check this month.  I spoke to Monroe about it, and he said that you can skip this month’s payment.  Business is so good that he’s thinking about opening another store.  He told me that we can get along without the money this month.  But I expect you to send me a check next month, right on time.  Take care of yourself, Ennis, and I’ll see you next month on the 7th.

Ennis Del Mar couldn’t believe his eyes.  He tried to fight back the tears, but they somehow managed to fall.  And buried beneath one of the pieces of junk mail was hiding a plain postcard.  Ennis’ hand shook as he gently turned the card over and read:

Friend, I got good news!  The conference in New York is cancelled, and to tell you the truth, I thought about it and told Lureen that I wasn’t going anyway.  I’m sorry for the confusion Cowboy.  If you have me and are still speaking to me I want to meet up next month as planned.  Let me know.

The tears fell in earnest!  Ennis pressed the postcard against his forehead and wiped at his wet cheeks.  He couldn’t image another month without Jack!  He rose from his small table and searched around for a postcard.  As he wrote Jack a very enthusiastic reply, Ennis remembered a few words from the Good Book that his mom often quoted:

"His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me."

 Ennis thought that sometimes, just once in awhile,  the world really is a decent place….




Jack loves a Rainy Night by Littlewing 1957

The clouds overhead were billowy and blue gray, and threatened rain.  Ennis and Jack hurried to put out the fire, and moved the things they didn’t want getting wet into the tent.

Ennis unpacked the bedroll and smoothed it out.  They would make love that night accompanied by the music of nature. The smell of rain was in the air.  It wouldn’t be long now.

Jack pulled Ennis close as drops of rain pelted the tent.  He lifted his lover’s hand to his chest and caressed the long fingers.  Jack listened to the rain drops fall outside the tent and smiled.  Just like the earth needed rain, Jack had to have his Ennis Del Mar.  He pulled Ennis down on top of him and settled in for the delights to come.




The Rhythm of the Rain by Toycoon

The empty beer cans collected on the window sill that he sat beside. Ennis took a long draw off the lit Viceroy cigarette then swung his hand over the ashtray and flicked the ash in it's general vicinity.

Outside the kitchen window, raindrops began to fall on the glass, one by one until the rhythm became constant then Ennis' mind began to wander to the time he and Jack were caught in the middle of an unexpected summer shower; Ennis could picture Jack's hair matted down over his forehead, the water droplets glistening on his ripe lips, his blue shirt soaked and clinging to his defined chest.

Ennis shifted his position on the kitchen chair to adjust his stirring groin. His foreskin sliding over his glands felt comfortable, familiar so his hand unconsciously moved to his crotch to alleviate the pressure.





Jack in the City by garycottle
Where ever he went he felt eyes on him.  If he was walking along the pavement people watched him.  When he was down at the paint store people watched him.  When he was shooting pool they watched.  They always watched, and always with admiration, and usually with desire, too.  This put a kind of cocky strut in his step.  He knew his momma wouldn’t approve of his conceited swagger, but he couldn’t break himself of the habit.

He loved to go dancing at the club because all eyes were really on him then.  Rather than furtive glances, people stopped what they were doing and stared.  As he climbed down the steps his anticipation began to rise, and when the doorman let him pass there was a stirring in his pants as he caught sight of a sea of men.  Many were shirtless, most of them were young, nearly all were in great shape.  They crowd moved like a single organism in syncopation with the music.  And he was a star here.  This was where he belonged.

Several greeted him with pats on the back, and couple were bold enough to kiss his cheek.  But his eyes soon fell on one old-timer sitting alone at a table by the door.  The old guy looked back at him, but he was not dazzled by what he saw.  The man’s expression spoke of a deep weariness and a longing for something other than the young, smalltime disco idol standing in front of him.

“Name’s Jack,” he said, as he brazenly turned the chair on the opposite side of the table backwards, swung his leg over, and sat down.  “You sure you’re in the right place?”

“I am very sure,” the old-timer said with self-satisfaction.  “I’ve been coming to this dump since the 20's.”

“The 20's?” Jack said, and then whistled.

The man’s old eyes took on a nostalgic glint as he said, “It was a speakeasy back then.  And the music was jazz. ...this place must have been raided a hundred times in the past fifty years.  All that’s changed now.”

Just then their conversation was interrupted by an aloof, blond waiter with an athletic lanky build.  Jack studied him as he ordered a beer and the old man gave specific instructions on how to make a dry martini.  Jack kept studying the waiter as he walked away.

“Well, I know who I’m going home with tonight,” Jack said with bravado.

“Don’t count on it, cowboy,” said the old man in a slightly mocking tone.  “Ennis claims he’s straight.  He only works here for the tips.”

Jack’s smile broadened and he said with confidence, “He won’t be too straight after I’m done with him.”

Just then Jack felt a hand on his shoulder.

“We’re home,” someone said.

He looked over and saw Lureen behind the wheel of their Caddy.  “How’d you like the movie?” she asked.

“It was okay,” he said in a sleepy, noncommittal voice.

“I’m going to get you a white suite like the guy wore during the dance competition.  Didn’t you love the way the floor lit up?  That was pretty,” she proclaimed in her Texas twang.
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« Reply #78 on: August 13, 2007, 01:57:47 pm »
Rhythm of the Ocean by Susie


Ennis stirred, the sound of water lapping gently up onto the sands, disturbing his peaceful slumber; lying under a thick warm blanket on a deserted stretch of beach, arms wrapped protectively around his lover, rocking to the hypnotic rhythm of the waves moving slowly back and forth, back and forth.

Open mouths instinctively seeking out the other, cold wet lips touching, tongues licking, probing, no rush; rough calloused hands stroking, sliding slowly over soft skin, folding around his lovers beautiful long slender cock, smoothing up and down, up and down, to the ocean's heartbeat; legs lifted over his shoulders, plunging in deep, hot muscular flesh closing in around him, sucking him in, sucking him into oblivion.

Ennis woke with a start, holding his breath, disorientated, eyes dazed and unfocussed in the cool, early morning mist.  “You glad we finally came to Mexico?” A familiar face smiled up at him, stretching and yawning, grabbing handfuls of soft golden sand and sifting them lazily through his fingers.  Ennis sighed, smiling lovingly at Jack, “You bet”, kissing him gently on the cheek and burying himself back under the blanket.




Spying by Susie


Aguirre stared in disbelief at the two men below him, binoculars steaming up as his anger rose to boiling point. They needed checking up on regularly, he wasn’t about to have his precious dollars flushed down the toilet on account of these scrawny assed, pair of deuces. Up until now, all he’d seen were two hard working men, bitchin enough about him, but none the less taking good care of his investment.

That was until this morning. The boys were horsing around at first light when things between them took an unexpected turn. He watched as zippers were torn open, pants ripped down, tight white butts and turgid flesh exposed. The animal lust, as one thrust hard, deep into the other, brought on a surprising reaction; his breath quickening, pants beginning to bulge painfully.

He continued to glare through his binoculars, unzipping himself and massaging his own aching member, disgusted, but at the same time, transfixed by this vision of wild abandonment, something he had never in his miserable life experienced. He decided to give the boys ten minutes to put their clothes back on, and to relieve himself before heading on into camp.


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« Reply #79 on: August 14, 2007, 12:19:26 pm »
Silk and Flesh by Littlewing 1957

I recreated the story to the best of my ability, but I have a feeling the original was better.  Oh well!

Whenever he was lucky enough to spend time with Jack Twist, Ennis Del Mar insisted that they sleep in the nude.  Why waste time, since whatever they wore to bed would certainly come off.  Jack was more than okay with this, as he enjoyed the feel of Ennis' skin, and the warmth it provided.

But one night Ennis climbed into bed wearing the crème colored silk PJs that Jack gave him for Christmas one year.  Jack rubbed Ennis’ chest with a questioning look.  “I’m just tired is all, Bud!”  Ennis began as he grabbed Jack’s roaming hands.  Jack nodded and moved closer.  “That’s okay, Cowboy, you don’t have to do anything.  But there is one thing you can do for me.  Lay down on your stomach.  Can you do that, Friend?”  Ennis smiled as he turned and lay down on his stomach.

Jack placed his entire weight on his lover, slid his entire body over Ennis’ still form.  Jack placed his hands over Ennis’ and squeezed.  He held his lover's hands in a tender embrace.  He kissed his husband's neck.  Ennis knew what Jack was up to, but he couldn’t fight.  He lay still as Jack placed tender, sloppy kisses alternating with tiny bites along his shoulders.  Jack blew at the line of saliva that dotted Ennis’ shoulder to dry it, and continued with the kisses and bites.  Ennis felt the swell of Jack’s manhood against his buttocks.  And when his own cock pressed up against the king sized mattress, Ennis reached around and removed his pajama bottoms in one motion…




Silk and Flesh (part 2) by Toycoon

"I jes' ain't got the will tonight, buddy," grumbled Ennis, "I hadda work overtime every day this week and I'm looking at a long week come Monday morn." Ennis hated to waste even a second of valuable time with his precious, Jack, but he was just worn out and it seemed nothing could restore his energy.

Jack succeeded in arousing Ennis by pressing and massaging Ennis' weary back, his shoulders and his buttocks; Jack's firm hands felt so good to a man who rarely enjoyed a fortuitous caress by anyone.

The mixture of smooth, creme colored silk on sensitive flesh proved to be too much for Ennis because he rolled over to face his long time lover, slid his silk pajamas down over this thighs and arched his back to thrust his erect cock into Jack's face.


Silk and Flesh (Part 3) by Littlewing1957

“That's more like it!”  Jack thought as he looked straight on at Ennis’ cock head!  He knew he could bring his lover around, and he wasn’t about to refuse the savory feast that Ennis placed before him!

Afterwards, Jack lay sprawled atop Ennis’ groin.  Ennis' still swollen member lay across Jack’ cheek, as warm and soft as a chick.  Ennis was either too satisfied, or too moved to utter a sound.

Jack rubbed his man’s belly and looked him straight in the eyes.  “Friend, I know you don’t like a whole lot of sentimental nonsense, and I’ll say this only once!"  Ennis nodded.  His very demeanor encouraged Jack to continue.  “I just want you to know, Cowboy..the..the times I spend with you..well, they are the best times of my life.”  Jack looked away.  “Same here, Bud!”  It was Ennis.  He reached out a hand to his lover and pulled him close.  Jack fell asleep in Ennis' arms more content that he thought was humanly possible.  The feel of silk was just a fond memory.


Silk and Flesh (Part 4) by Littlewing1957 (15. August)

Jack was sleeping soundly on his lover’s chest, but sleep eluded Ennis.  He held Jack very close, and remained very still.  It wouldn't do to wake him.  Ennis placed a gentle kiss on Jack’s forehead and watched him sleep.

Ennis' silk pajamas lay in a crumple by the side of the bed.  He looked at the crème colored silk and remembered the day when Jack placed an elaborately wrapped box on his lap.  “A gift for you, just because.”  Jack said when Ennis fingered the package nervously.  Ennis opened the gift slowly, and even folded the wrapping paper and the brightly colored ribbon.  When he held the PJs, the top of which was engraved with his initials, no less, Ennis was silent.  He didn’t know what to say.  But he thanked Jack – in bed!

Ennis blushed when Jack told him how sexy he looked in his PJs.  Jack thought the feel of the silk was one long caress.  He liked to trace Ennis’ initials, embroidered on the breast pocket with the finest threads, with a finger.  But Ennis preferred the feel of Jack’s smooth skin.  He looked down at his lover’s fine body, smiled, slept.





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.




Laundry Can Wait    BBM-Cat

Pained, Jack stood with a heavy heart watching Ennis ride away, his thoughts awhirl with vivid scenes of last night's activities in the tent, a culmination of joy and the no-longer-suppressed passion for his friend; feelings now interspersed with confusion, and uncertainty whether he would indeed see Ennis at suppertime, that hopeful statement blurted into the awkward silence had gone unacknowledged.

Jack was not the type to become depressed, however; watching until Ennis was a barely imperceptible movement against the morning mountain, he turned and ambled back to the opening of the tent, the crumpled bedroll revealing nothing of the previous night's passion, he removed his hat, coat and boots, and reverently kneeled, easing himself down and turning on his right side into the warm, downy impression occupied by Ennis’ body only moments before; Jack closed his eyes, deeply inhaling Ennis' scent from the bedroll, further heightening his senses, soon completely and pleasurably immersed in his essence, with only a vague awareness of his left hand fumbling beneath his untucked shirt, unzipping his jeans to reveal a contrasting hardness.

The sweet name of Ennis soon escaped his lips in a whisper as the sparks from a thousand night fires erupted gently throughout his body and soul, Jack now lay completely prone, clutching his invisible Ennis with both hands, his thrusting intermittent, his breath quieting, the loneliness quelled; before the pang of the morning's confusion and uncertainty resurfaced, Jack began drifting into a peaceful, soothing slumber, his expression content, still embracing Ennis in body and soon in dream; and, with a musing and fleeting thought - that in just a little while he would tend to that laundry.
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« Reply #80 on: August 16, 2007, 04:41:41 am »
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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« Reply #81 on: August 17, 2007, 09:07:27 pm »
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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« Reply #83 on: August 21, 2007, 08:22:07 am »
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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« Reply #84 on: August 24, 2007, 05:13:47 pm »
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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« Reply #85 on: August 25, 2007, 12:03:53 am »
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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« Reply #86 on: August 26, 2007, 04:36:43 pm »
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.
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« Reply #87 on: August 28, 2007, 03:22:43 pm »
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.”   

           



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« Reply #88 on: August 28, 2007, 03:28:56 pm »
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.…”
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« Reply #89 on: September 01, 2007, 01:54:02 am »
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!

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« Reply #90 on: September 06, 2007, 04:21:11 pm »
Jack loves Ennis by Littlewing1957

Dagi, Shasta, Moremojo, SusieBell, and especially Gary, this one is for you!

“C’mere Friend, sit down by me.”  Jack beckoned to his lover and moved a few pillows around so that Ennis could join him on the couch. “I have something I want to share with you.”

Ennis and Jack were just finishing up a nine day fishing trip, and Ennis imagined Jack was feeling rather sentimental then, feeling sort of sad that they had to part for God knows how long.  Ennis was fearful of what Jack wanted to share.  He sat next to his lover and placed a nervous hand on his knee.

“What you got, Rodeo?”  Ennis asked as he smoothed his hand along Jack’s thigh and gave him space to proceed.  Ennis wasn’t prepared for what happened next.  Jack reached under the couch and pulled out what appeared to be a coffee table book.  He placed the tome on Ennis’ lap and opened to the first page.

“Whoa, Rodeo!”  Ennis cried as he saw the photo of a beautiful young man pleasuring himself.

“Now just hear me out!”  Jack said soothingly as he noticed Ennis’ discomfort.  “Listen, Friend, this here is a fascinatin' book.  It shows you ways to make yourself feel good, and gives instruction, as well.”  Jack pointed to photos of gorgeous young men in various positions of self-pleasuring.  Ennis averted his eyes for a moment.

“Listen Jack, I’m not comfortable with this.  Yeah, sure, I told you I wrung it out a few times, thinking of you, but I don’t need no instructions on how to do it.”  Ennis sighed and turned away from his lover.  Jack placed a hand on Ennis’ back.  He rubbed him tenderly, until Ennis faced him once more.

“Look, En!”  Jack began. “I just wanted to do this one thing for you.  Listen, take the book and if you find you run out of ideas, well, give it a try.  And think of me while you’re at it!”  Ennis began to soften.  He reached out for the book and flipped through the provocative photographs.   Ennis never thought to ask where Jack found such a book.  He didn’t think it was important to know.

“Hey Rodeo!”  Ennis, amused now.  “This here looks pretty interesting!”  Ennis pointed to the picture of 2 young men making love.

“What say we practice this move?  We have a few hours before we have to leave the cabin.  What ya say, Rodeo?”  Ennis winked at his lover, who smiled back.  Jack led the way to the master bedroom.

Two months and many hours later, Jack was preparing for bed.  He was used to sleeping in the guest room, as his marriage had deteriorated to a lonely sham.  Jack was so desperate for Ennis that he could have pulled his hair out, strand-by-strand.  Jack climbed into his king-sized bed and reached under the mattress.  He pulled out a book, an oversized tome that was identical to the one he gave Ennis months before.  The activity depicted on page 27 was particularly exciting, and was Jack’s favorite.  He thought of Ennis as he pleasured himself, and in no time, he was able to fall into a satisfied slumber.





Ennis' Fears by Dagi and Susie


Warm and soft skin under his hands.....his lover's warm and soft skin....nothing better in the world........

Ennis refused to fall asleep, savoring the sweetest feeling imaginable after hours of lovemaking, Jack's body spooned up tightly against his own, their feet and legs intertwined, Ennis' hand lying softly on his lover's stomach.

In the twilight, his eyes drifted over the contours of Jack's body, noting the familiar moles and imperfections that had become so dear to him.  Two angry red scars across his face, one very close to his right eye, the other just above his chin, and several purple bruises over his chest and back, made Ennis' body shudder involuntarily.

His throat tightened up, but he didn't try to hold back the tears, knowing he would lose the fight in the end, as he always did in moments like this, when he held in hand what he had almost lost.

Jack's feable attempts at explaining away his injuries, the rim of a tire blasting into his face as he was trying to replace a flat, didn't fool Ennis for a moment.  His nightmares, the constant churning in the pitt of his stomach, the vision of two, three, sometimes ten men, laying into Jack with a tire iron, beating him to within an inch of his life, was going to haunt him for the rest of his days.  But he thanked God Jack was still alive, badly scarred perhaps, but here with him, lying peacefully in his arms.  The tears flowed freely, a little whimper escaping his lips.

"Shush, baby, I'm here.......it´s alright........" whispered his love, turning around and folding him closely in his strong arms.  Burying his face in the crook of Jack's neck,  Ennis finally allowed himself to sob like a baby, allowed Jack to rock him tenderly, humming the sweetest lullaby, until they both fell into a silent, peaceful slumber.........





Elk Jerky by Littlewing1957

Jack missed Ennis during the day, but he was also grateful for time alone to think, reflect, and perhaps get some work done.   Most days at camp were uneventful, and Jack was grateful for that.  He straightened the camp, set aside enough wood to start a dinner fire, and opened a few cans of soup: Cream of Chicken soup.  Not too bad!

A few minutes later and Jack had a strange feeling.  He was uneasy, thought he was being watched.  And just as he was turning to enter the tent to fetch a book of matches, someone grabbed him from behind!

“Gotcha!”  A man yelled as he pulled at Jack’s waist.

“Darryl, man, you almost made my heart jump through my chest!”  Jack yelled angrily as he pulled himself free of the ranger’s grip.  “What the hell are you doin’ around here?”  Jack observed that Darryl Brockbank was probably on vacation, or got fired or something, as he was there without his uniform.

“Oh, I’m just here on a picnic with friends."   Darryl remarked with a twinkle in his eye as he approached Jack Twist.  "I've been watchin' you, Jack!"

Jack backed away, not amused, becoming disturbed.  Jack knew Darryl from last summer, as he worked for The Department of Game and Fish, and Jack did his level best to avoid him the entire time.

“I see old man Aguirre thought to hire another man to help around here!”  Darryl mused as he stroked his chin.  Darryl looked around camp.  “Where is the other fella?”  He asked, a mischievous grin plastered on his handsome face.  Jack didn’t answer.  He walked over to the tent and climbed inside.

“You can’t hide from me, Jack Twist!”  Darryl yelled by way of warning as he approached the tent.  But just before he could poke his head inside the tent flap, Jack emerged pointing a 30-30 right at Darryl’s chest.

“Jack Twist, what the fuck??"

To be Continued…

Elk Jerky (Part2) by Littlewing1957

“I think you had better go and join your friends!”  Jack’s voice was icy, and left no room for interpretation.  Darryl’s look was one of incredulous wonder as his gaze shifted from Jack’s face to the barrel of the rifle.  Jack allowed his mind to wander to last summer when he was alone on the mountain to shepherd the sheep.  The days were long, and the loneliness was so sublime that he began to make friendly with some of his charges.  Jack held long, plaintive conversations with some of the sheep.  It was during one of his exchanges with a ewe he named Mary, that he met Darryl.  Or rather, Darryl insinuated himself into Jack’s space.

Darryl had a fondness for taking people unawares.  He was making his rounds one day and noticed the leavings of an illegal fire.  He saw a beautiful young Jack talking to a lamb, and something in Darryl’s chest shifted.  Darryl knew he liked guys from an early age, but he wouldn’t classify himself as queer.  He wanted a wife and kids, as well as a male lover.  Darryl had the lover, but was still working on the wife and kids.  He hid behind a tree and watched in awe as Jack shooed the lamb away with the other flock and climbed into his tent.  Darryl had an idea.

Jack’s thoughts returned to the present, but not before he remembered Darryl’s attempt at blackmail.  “Sleep with me or I’ll tell my bosses that you’ve violated the rules.  Aguirre will be in a lot of trouble, and you’ll be out of a job!"  But Jack was not intimidated.  He threatened to tell everyone in Signal, hell, the entire fine State of Wyoming that Darryl was a blackmailing weasel who would look the other way if Jack offered him a “bribe.”  That shut Darryl up.  Sort of.  Jack spent the rest of the summer trying his best to stay out of Darryl’s way.

“So where is that partner of yours?”  Darryl asked with a leer.  “You know, Twist, that one is kinda cute.  And from what I’ve seen, he likes a little fun with the guys.  You think he’ll come into my teepee if I asked real nice like?  Jack’s eyes narrowed into murderous slits.  His mouth was one grim line.  He cocked the rifle and aimed the barrel at Darryl’s head.

“Mention him once more and I will shoot you!  I swear to God, I will kill you and feed your carcass to the wolves.  Darryl swallowed, but he wasn’t afraid.  He bowed to Jack and backed away from him, and out of sight.  Jack lowered the 30-30 and sat on a log…

To be Continued??


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« Reply #91 on: September 06, 2007, 04:27:02 pm »
Elk Jerky and Beans by Littlewing1957

Okay, a few things: as you can probably tell, this poem was written for a youngster.  My daughter's friend received some elk jerky for her birthday (seriously) and promised to give me some if I either 1) write a BBM story just for her 2) write an "epic" BBM poem just for her.  I chose to write an "epic" poem.  I'm posting this here in an effort to cheer up Dagi and Susiebaby, my dear friends.  Please forgive me if this poem seems out of place.  Toycoon, if you feel that Elk jerky and Beans does not belong here, don't hesitate to tell me, and I'll remove it.  Dagi, SusieBaby, this one is for you.  Oh, it is also for Allie, Maria's friend.  I'm waiting for my elk Jerky!   laugh


“No more beans!”  Yelled Jack Twist
The meaning of the statement was not missed
By his partner, a one Ennis Del Mar,
Who watched as Jack rode to the mountain far.

Ennis was assigned the task
Of collecting food from the Basque.
It was simple fare: beans, milk, perhaps some stew,
Biscuits, peaches, a few cans of brew.

Friday, and Ennis hiked to the appointed place
And waited without a smile on his face, as
The Basque would surely ask what it means
To read a list that didn’t include beans.

“I thought you don’t eat soup?”
Observed the weary Basque
It was right there on the list:
Soup was added last!

“Well, I’m tired of beans!”
But Ennis knew that wasn’t true!
He needed something special for Jack;
Beans would no longer do.

The Basque packed the food with his usual flair
And Ennis was glad to get outta there!
He had a long way to go over fields, across a brook
To make it back to camp and cook.

But on the way, crossing a stream,
He happened across a bear, whose scream
Spooked his mule, that reared up and back,
Spilling the provisions from the pack!

Meanwhile, a hungry and irritable Jack
Rode into camp and rubbed his back
His ride from brokeback was rough – he was beat!
He wanted to relax, he needed to eat.

But Ennis Del Mar was nowhere in sight!
Jack paced the camp until night
Woodland creatures began to scurry.
Where was Ennis?  Jack began to worry.

Ennis salvaged as much food as he could
But actually, it was not much good.
He had so little left in the pack.
Nothing else to do but go face Jack.

Jack rose when he saw Ennis pass by,
Without a word, not even a “Hi!”
So happy was Jack to see his friend,
All he could utter was “Where have you been?”

Ennis told Jack all about the bear
The Basque, the mule, and its awful scare,
The trail of food down by the creek
That their prospects for food seemed rather bleak.

“Why don’t we shoot one of the sheep?”
It was Jack Twist, his voice timid and deep.
Ennis said “forget it!” right then and there.
But Jack was hungry and didn’t care.

Around about noon Ennis focused the rifle straight
And aimed at an elk who didn’t realize its fate
Was to end up in pieces, meat hanging from trees
To feed the one who Ennis sought to please.

Elk Jerky and short ribs, leftover bread
Whiskey on shares!  Jack was well fed.
Ennis wasn’t satisfied, and you know what that means?
He had some elk jerky and a can of beans!




September by Toycoon

The summers came and went and still the memories of that certain summer were like a wound on Ennis' heart that had scabbed over but never quite healed; when Ennis heard the name, Jack, again after all this time, the blood came rushing back.

Ennis, you know someone name'a Jack?
Ennis' heart performed a unexpected somersault landing in the middle of his throat, "Maybe... why?"

Ennis carefully read the writing on the back of the postcard and softly stroked the word, "Jack" as though somehow Jack could feel his tender caress.



September (Cont) by Littlewing1957

There was no time to waste!  Ennis couldn’t help himself.  He grabbed his threadbare jacket and headed out.  He didn’t have a postcard handy, but knew he could purchase one at the post office.

“You bet!”  The message was spare and simple, but it was enough to get his feelings across to Jack.  Ennis placed a stamp on the card and put it in the proper slot.  He walked home feeling better, more hopeful than he had in years!

Jack fuckin’ Twist!  Ennis thought he would never hear from him again; was sure Jack was sore from that dirty punch.  Ennis would never forget the look on Jack’s face that day.  But he vowed to put the dreary thoughts out of his head.  All was obviously forgiven, as Jack wanted to see him.  But what if he didn’t show?


September (con’t, part 3) by BBM-Cat

Doubt and anxiety permeated Ennis’ mind as the 24th of September approached. His nerves were workin’ overtime. He could hardly think. He was short with Alma and the girls. Just pins and needles. Distracted. Since mailing his reply to Jack, Ennis was plagued by a series of absent-minded mistakes. Chagrined, he thought of how he’d recently locked his keys in the truck, and another time, how he’d driven right past the familiar turn off to the farm. That Jack fuckin’ Twist sure had a powerful hold over him! Even still.

With all of his contained energy, Ennis willed his simple and spare postcard to reach its’ destination. Damn, if that postal slot had been big enough, Ennis woulda just mailed himself to Childress. He dared to imagine Jack receiving and reading his two-word reply; the force behind those words strong enough to blind its’ intended recipient.

Ennis felt like he was livin’ a double life. Alone and in secret he would allow the memories of Jack and their summer on Brokeback to readily slip into his consciousness. Daily life and survival reined those memories back in; though now, with much more difficulty. Hope and excitement reawakened the ache in his heart. The flush of desire made his hands sweat. The anticipation of Jack’s arrival was nearly unbearable…


September (Part 4) by Susiebell


"CAN'T A GUY GET SOME FUCKIN' PEACE AND QUIET IN HIS OWN GODDAMN HOUSE?" Jack roared, storming out onto the porch and slamming the front door behind him.  The baby had been hollering all night and there was nothing he or Lureen could do to settle him.

Sonofabitch! Why haven't you answered?  He was about at his witts end.  If he didn't hear from Ennis by tomorrow morning he was gonna climb into his truck, drive out to Riverton and hunt him down.  Well Fuck You Ennis Del Mar!  I have a life, I don't need you!  Taking a deep breath, he returned to the house.

"I'm sorry Lureen, honey....  Here, let me try...."  Lureen, exhausted and sobbing, handed Bobby over to Jack.   "It's alright little fella, it's alright..."  He strolled back out into the cool night air, humming a lullaby, tears falling silently as the memory of Ennis humming the same tune came flooding back.  Gently rocking Bobby in his arms, he felt his child fall slowly into peaceful slumber.



September 22nd by Toycoon

It was straight-up noon on that hot Thursday in September and with the anticipation of seeing his old friend Jack in two days, Ennis could hardly keep his mind on his work pouring asphalt; Ennis put down his shovel, mopped his sweaty brow with his sleeve, yanked off his gloves then silently motioned to his coworker that he was headed to the toilet.

Ennis stepped into the Andy Gump and it teetered slightly when the door slammed behind him; Ennis faced the urinal, unbuckled his belt, undid his fly, fished around in his briefs for his penis then slid the back the skin and began to urinate as he dreamily gazed at the field through the tiny vents in the wooden port-a-potty.

He was suddenly reminded of the time up on Brokeback when he and Jack had a peeing 'contest' to see who could spray the farthest; Jack had always been so fascinated with Ennis' foreskin and as they stood side by side, he asked Ennis if he could touch it. Although Ennis thought Jack's preoccupation with his prepuce was a little odd, he let the other man handle it all the same.

Jack slid the skin back and forth on Ennis cock, squeezing with his fingers then rubbing his finger on the slit; Ennis instinctively reached out to masturbate his buddy's circumcised cock, his movements clumsy at first but then finding a mutual rhythm between them. Ennis began furiously stroking his erection then ejaculating at the urinal when a pounding on the outhouse door brought him back to harsh reality. "Hey, Ennis," demanded Toby, "you comin'? You been in there for ten minutes!"




September 22nd (8:17 p.m.) By Littlewing1957

Alma Del Mar was clearing away the dinner dishes.  She served greasy hamburger again, but made it “interesting” by mixing in bell pepper, sweet onion and serving the patties on wheat buns.  Alma took pride in the fact that she knew 57 ways to prepare hamburger.   But Alma was sick of hamburger.  She craved a night out: a social situation, even if it meant taking Ennis’ friend to the Knife and Fork when he arrived in a few days for a visit.

Ennis sat on the grease stained floor in the living room, a giggling Alma Jr. on his lap.  Jenny was sleeping soundly in the girl’s tiny bedroom.   He looked at the television, but didn’t really see what was on.  His thoughts were with Jack, wondering what it will mean to see him again.  Ennis hugged his small daughter closer and closed his eyes.  He prayed to God that Jack would show up.

Bedtime came early in the Del Mar household.  Ennis had to get up the next morning for work, while Alma had to tend to the girls, as well as work the afternoon shift at the grocers.  Alma slipped into bed alongside her husband, whose back was turned to the wall.  She was in a frisky mood, but couldn’t be certain if Ennis would love her the right way, or would flip her over like a pancake, and do to what hurt, do what she hated!  Alma placed a tentative hand on her husband’s upper back.  No response.  She rolled over into a fetal position on her cold side of the bed, and drifted to a fitful sleep.
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Re: JACK WITH ENNIS fanfic game - the archive
« Reply #92 on: September 10, 2007, 07:13:06 am »
Apple Strudel by Littlewing1957

A BBM Slice of Life

Jack Twist prepared a totally delectable supper for himself and Ennis Del Mar.  He managed to cook a 3 course meal using only a small cook stove powered by propane.  Jack tossed an endive and leek salad, and grilled thick and meaty pork shanks to perfection.  Rounding out the meal was asparagus, and baked potatoes dripping with butter, sour cream and chives.

Ennis sat back against a log, rubbing his tummy, almost comatose with pleasure.   That Jack Twist and his luxury dinners!  While Ennis sat burping, Jack smiled at his lover.  He lived to see the look on Ennis’ face after he finished a tasty meal.  Jack wanted to go over and kiss Ennis’ half-closed eyelids, but he could wait.  He had to serve dessert.  “Got any room for something sweet?”  Jack smiled as Ennis sprawled against a tree.  Ennis blew out some air and spread his arms wide.  “Of course, Rodeo!"  Ennis wasn’t sure if he could tolerate anything else, he was so full.  But he couldn’t say no to Jack!  "Bring it on, Baby!”  Ennis beamed.

Jack turned to fetch something from his truck.  He brought back a package that held a very special pastry.  He found a bakery on his way to work one day and decided to stop and sample some of their wares.  Jack was quite taken with an apple strudel, and decided to treat his lover to a little bit of heaven.  Jack very carefully placed the pastry on the stove to warm it a bit.  After a few minutes he removed the strudel and cut Ennis a slice, right down the middle.  The first bite and Ennis knew he could gorge on the treat until he got sick.  It was sooo good!  Jack ate his piece with gusto!  When the strudel was devoured, Jack realized that he forgot the milk.  “Ah man, I forgot the milk!  This strudel would have been so good with a glass of milk, don’t you think, Cowboy?”  Ennis rubbed his temples and smiled at Jack.  “Rodeo, if you gave me a glass of milk, you would have had to carry me into the tent on a stretcher!  I wouldn’t be able to move, fer sure!”  Jack laughed uproariously and moved toward his friend.  He placed his arms under Ennis legs, in a gesture to lift him from the log.  “I guess I’ll have to be your stretcher, friend!”  Jack laughed as he hoisted Ennis up.  Ennis didn’t object.  He draped his arms around Jack’s neck and allowed himself to be carried into the tent.




Missing Family by moremojo

"Here's me and Lureen at the last state fair, and that's Bobby standing there to my right", stated Jack with a noticeable air of pride as he showed his latest family snapshots to Ennis at their secluded campground; Jack made a regular ritual of showing his family's progress to his Wyoming cowboy on the occasion of their infrequent meetings, hoping thereby to forge a closer connection to the man who mattered most to him in the whole world, and, though he regretted it, understood Ennis's inability to reciprocate in kind, and had long since ceased asking for visual evidence of the scattered Del Mar family.

Ennis usually took pleasure in examining Jack's trove of personal memorabilia, but at this instance felt an odd sadness seize his heart when gazing upon this latest portrait of Twist togetherness, noting as usual Lureen's uncommon beauty and the son's striking growth from last year's picture and his phenomenal resemblance to his handsome, gracious father; Jack discerned a shift in mood as he glanced at his best friend's weathered face and, his heart taking its cue as naturally as ice melts into water, reached up to stroke and hold the nape of his lover's neck, softly saying, "Hey bud, anything wrong?"

Ennis, usually wanting for words, sighed, "I dunno, Jack, I was jes feelin' lonesome seeing you with your family like that...I was just thinkin of what it might be like...to have kids with you, to live with you...but that jes can't be", whereupon Jack, not missing a beat, countered "No, Ennis, you're wrong...it coulda been that way...it can be that way", grabbing those big, gnarled ranch hands to emphasize the point, but Ennis, blinking away the hint of tears, gently but firmly released Jack's grip, walking silently to the creek for silent reflection, while Jack, glued to the ground, saw the old dream fly out of sight once more.



Goodbye, Jack! By littlewing1957

I’ll find you, Jack!
It is in my power
Wherever you may be..
Across the years or in an hour,
Please save a place for me.

Ennis placed the card next to the stone.  He drove 1400 miles to Childress to pay his respects to his lover, Jack Twist.  Ennis really struggled with the notion of driving down; didn’t know if he could stand to see where half of his friend’s ashes were interred.

What did Lureen say?  “We put a stone up!”  Ennis didn’t want to intrude on Jack’s widow.  He did the research himself and found the memorial park where half of Jack's cremated body lay buried.

Ennis wrote the little poem himself.  He didn’t know he had it in him, but the occasion was special.  Standing there, looking down at Jack’s headstone, he felt at peace.  The stone read, “Jack Twist, faithful unto death!”  Ennis had to smile at that.  Just as he was turning to leave, a sudden gust of wind rushed around him.  And stranger yet, a drop of dew landed on his cheek.  Ennis smiled as he dabbed at his cheek, his tears mingling with the lone drop of dew.  “I love you too, Jack Twist.”  No other words, no further visits to Childress were necessary.  Ennis climbed into his truck and headed home.
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« Reply #93 on: September 20, 2007, 03:54:52 am »
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.
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Re: JACK WITH ENNIS fanfic game - the archive
« Reply #94 on: September 20, 2007, 04:20:24 am »
Rise and Shine by Susie


Ennis woke early, narrow beams of light shining through the seams of the tent. He quietly rose, headed out into the crisp morning, relieved himself, and leaned up against a rock. It was going to be a perfect day for sure, cold as ice, the sky crystal clear, the air silent and still.

He could hear Jack yawning and slowly emerging, sleepy eyed, from the tent. Damn, he's so fuckin' beautiful. The effects were immediate, the swelling in his shorts instantanious, he couldn't help but smile. "Hey there little darlin'" He watched Jack rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms above his head. Ennis pulled him up against the rock and kissed him, breathing in his sweet musky scent.

Jack, still sleep clogged, felt his jeans dropping to the ground, same direction Ennis was heading. The intense pleasure of Ennis's warm mouth around him, sliding smoothly back and forth, the low moan at the back of his throat, was enough to send Jack over the edge, coming in hot, delicious waves. He knelt down to meet Ennis face to face, "Mornin' to you too, bud" and with a sleepy grin whispered "Stand up, it's your turn now".



Five Minutes by Susiebell and Dagi

" Where the hell did I put them??" Jack, naked as the day he was born was crawling on the cold floor in front of Ennis, searching for his socks under the bed, providing a stunning view of his bare ass with those three little moles that formed a perfect triangle on the left cheek, and his low hanging velvet balls, making Ennis's mouth get all dry and his eyes dark with.......that couldn't be, not so soon after they had just .....Ennis shook his head and tried to get his focus back on the buttons of his shirt.

"Hmmmm.... seems I'm losing my touch, cowboy." Jack sighed, glancing back at Ennis, "... was a time when you couldn't keep yer hands off me...." he continued, playfully wiggling his backside.

"Listen here Rodeo" Ennis said, slapping his behind firmly, "Your momma's serving supper up at the house right now.  What do you suppose she's gonna say when she comes lookin' for us and finds me fuckin' your pretty little ass?"

Jack stood up with a sigh and turned around, smiling his most tempting smile while running his knowing fingers along Ennis's back and around his waist.  He brushed his lover's neck with his lips and whispered in a seductive undertone "She'd never dare come down to the cabin...... even my mom has some imagination, she was the one who ordered the kingsize bed for us in the first place!"

Ennis felt himself giving in, the smell of sex still in the air, Jack's naked flesh pressed up along the full length of his body, firm cock swollen and pulsating against his backside.  Trying to regain his composure, he laughed nervously and wrestled himself out of Jack's grip, "Jack, supper'll be on the table in five minutes!  Your momma's probably worked real hard on it.  You wanna eat cold food?"

"Five minutes?...."  Jack smiled mischievously, "....could do a lot in five minutes!"   

Ennis laughed out loud. "Five minutes? Last time you needed a little more time to get off..............seems I'm losing my touch, too, huh?" he added with a grin.

"That a challenge?" Jack looked Ennis in the eye, serious now, and began to stroke his own member in slow,  determined movements, but shook his head "no" when his lover wanted to come nearer. "Don't you touch me........just look at me.........I'll show you how much you turn me on just looking at me......"

"You know what Jack...."  Ennis slumped back down on the corner of the bed, tears suddenly pricking his eyes, "I can't believe I nearly gave this all up .... nearly gave you up".

Jack stopped what he was doing and knelt in front of his lover, caressing his face and wiping away a stray tear with his thumb, "But I never gave up on us Ennis ... and look at us now .... we got it all ... a home of our own, little cow and calf operation ...."  Jack smiled lovingly, ".... and a momma who's gonna be after our butts if we don't get over there in..." glancing at his watch, " .... 3 minutes!"

"I love you Ennis Del Mar, don't ever forget that..."  Jack whispered, gathering Ennis up into his arms and kissing him softly.   

Ennis took Jack's hand, put it back on his member and said, grinning through tears: " Love you too, Jack fuckin´ Twist - and now you better get started, before your time's up!"


Tickling Daniel Again by garycottle

Daniel and Tyler were sitting in the back of Ennis’s pickup, which was parked in a wooded area by a stream just outside of Riverton.  Their backs were against the cab, and their behinds rested on Ennis’s bedroll.  They had been laying down and kissing in the bed of the truck a few moments earlier, but during an easy lull they sat up to catch their breath.  They held hands as they gazed straigt ahead at the sylvan setting.

“What did Granddad want?” Tyler asked.

“He wanted to know if I loved you.”

“Is that all?”

“That’s all.”

“Did he say anything about you being stripped down to your underwear.”

“Only that I don’t have anything he’s not seen before.  Oh, and he called me ‘little darlin’.”

“Really?  I’ve never heard him call anybody that except for my mom and my aunt.”

“What’s his story?” Daniel asked with a strange seriousness.

“There’s not much to tell.  Things didn’t work out between him and my Grandma, so they got divorced.  Granddad has kept to himself mostly ever since.”

“You never asked him about his past?” Daniel said, clearly a little hurt by Tyler’s lack of interest in Ennis’s life.

“Granddad doesn’t say much.”

“Tyler, just because someone is quiet doesn’t mean they don’t have anything to say.  You should talk to him.”

“What makes you think there’s anything for him to tell?”

“I don’t know.  There’s just something there that he needs to get off his chest.  It’s like he’s got a great big hole that needs to be filled.”

“Oh yeah,” Tyler said teasingly.  “I know someone else who has a hole that needs to be filled.”

With that said Tyler got up and placed his knees on either side of Daniel’s hips and began to tickle the kid.  When Daniel started begging for mercy between giggles, Tyler sat back and began to undo his jeans.  The mischievous smile slipped away and was replaced by an expression of need.

“Can you curl your tongue around it like you did the last time?” he asked.

As Daniel got going the wet, smacking sounds became louder, and this was mixed with the sound of Daniel’s throaty grunts and moans.  Tyler was sure you could hear the sounds a mile away, and the thought of that only caused his boner to get that much harder.  He began to rock back and forth, slowly at first, but then more intensely, pushing himself deeper into Daniel’s mouth.

As he did this he threw his head up and arched his back, allowing air to escape from the pit of his lungs.  When he released he grabbed hold of Daniel’s ears and became even more forceful.

The riffs of ecstacy were quickly replaced by pangs of guilt, for Tyler had never done that before.  He had never let himself go without warning Daniel first, and he had never forced himself in deeper.  So he withdrew and gazed down at his friend with wide, shameful eyes, and he was shocked to see how red Daniel’s face was, and how he was panting for breath, and how the fluids he had just deposited were leaking out of the corner of Daniel’s pretty mouth and tears were rolling down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry.”  He bent down so he could be closer to Daniel.  “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry,” he said over and over again as he gently kissed the boy’s flushed face streaked with moisture, tasting himself in the process.

Daniel managed to laugh just a little, and with a longsuffering tone he said, “It’s okay.  That was hot, in a brutal sort of way.”

The boys slid down so they could lay together on the bedroll.  Tyler took Daniel into his arms and said, “You get to me, buddy.  Makes me go crazy sometimes.”

Daniel softly stroked Tyler’s hair and rejoined, “It really is okay, Ty.  I don’t mind.  In a strange way I liked it.”

Tyler was very tender and soothing for a long time, and the two fell into a comfortable silence.  Eventually he was confident that he had been forgiven, so he dared to pull back and taunt, “So what do you think Granddad made of your little, girly shorts?”

“Shut up,” Daniel said.  “I should have told him you were the one that gave them to me.”

“Hey, I was tired of seeing you in those boring things your mom buys for you.”

“Would you wear underwear I bought for you, even if they weren’t exactly manly?”

Tyler patted Daniel’s slight, boyish chest and said, “With pride, Danny.  With pride.”  And then he got up on his elbow and with a big smile he said, “Take your pants off so I can do the other end.  And I promise not to be so mean this time.”

With surprise in his voice Daniel said, “Won’t Ennis want his truck back?  And won’t your mom be coming after us soon?”

“Mom and Granddad might like a chance to visit for a little while.  Maybe she’ll ask him about his past, since you think it’s so important.”

Daniel took hold of Tyler’s arm and said, “No Tyler, I want you to ask him about that.”

Tyler rolled his eyes in mock annoyance and said, “Okay, okay.  I’ll talk to him.  But first I want to see you in those skimpy, powder blue shorts, and then I want to see you out of them.”

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Re: JACK WITH ENNIS fanfic game - the archive
« Reply #95 on: September 23, 2007, 08:19:59 am »
September 1st, 9:01a.m. by Littlewing1957

Mr. Newsome usually left the running of the business to his staff, but this morning he wanted to attend to a very special customer: a wealthy rancher and merchant who used Newsome’s exclusively for his tractor and combine needs.  Mr. Newsome walked through the door of his business and noticed Jack Twist, his only combine salesman, alone at his desk.  Jack looked up from a few papers he was sorting to offer his father-in-law a half smile.

“Morning, Pops Newsome!  Didn’t expect you to be in today.” Jack remarked absently.
 
Jack became accustomed to Old Man Newsome’s tendency to show up at any time, and was always on his toes in case he needed to “pass inspection.”  Mr. Newsome threw a glance at his son-in-law, but didn’t return the greeting.

“Is Mr. Blair here yet?”  Mr. Newsome blurted out as he moved past Jack and swaggered down the hallway.  Jack didn’t even have a chance to answer, as his father-in-law was already inside his office, the door closed behind him.

“I’m really sick of that old blowhard!”  Jack thought bitterly as he took a seat behind his desk.  And just as he was about to file away a few invoices, Mr. Blair walked into Newsome’s and offered Jack a warm smile.

“He in?”  Mr. Blair asked Jack, pointing his finger down the hall toward Mr. Newsome’s office.

“Sure is!”  Jack answered.  “Go right on down.  He’s expecting you.”

Jack watched as Mr. Blair walked down the hall to meet with Old Man Newsome.  He observed Mr. Blair walking with a slight limp.  Jack remembered that Old Man Blair used to ride the bulls in his younger days.  Jack liked Mr. Blair, and often traded rodeo riding lies with him.

“Jack, bring me a bill of sale, pronto!”  It was Mr. Newsome, as abrasive and condescending as ever.   “I’ve run out.  And Jack, get a move on.  Mr. Blair ain’t got all day.”

Jack snatched up a stack of papers and moved toward his father-in-law’s office.  He could hear the 2 men laughing and when he heard his name mentioned, he stopped.  Jack tiptoed to Mr. Newsome’s office and put an ear to the door.

“That son-in-law of yours seems like a good old boy,” Mr. Blair remarked.  Jack smiled and continued listening.

“Naw, he’s a bit of a pansy and I think he’s ruining my little girl’s life.  You know Paul, just between the 2 of us, I would give that man a sizeable sum just to go somewhere, anywhere!”

Jack almost dropped the papers he was holding.  He was not hurt, as he knew his father-in-law loathed him.  Jack knocked on the door and entered.  Mr. Blair averted his eyes, while Mr. Newsome held out a hand to accept the bills of sale that Jack handed him.  No, Jack wasn’t hurt, but felt hopeful.  He walked to his desk and looked for a postcard…


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September 24th - after The Kiss
« Reply #96 on: September 29, 2007, 04:47:40 am »
On the Way by Dagi

Jack steered and shifted with his left hand, not willing to let go of Ennis's hand, now that he finally got hold of him.

They didn't utter a word, what just had happened was beyond talking, they merely shot quick glances at each other, moaning low each time they locked eyes, impossible to ignore the hot jolts running through their bodies, their rock hard cocks speaking volumes.

Ennis shivered, squeezed Jack's fingers hard, then brought them to his lips and kissed them tenderly.



September 24th ... The Siesta Motel by Susiebell

It was turning dark by the time they reached the Siesta Motel.  Jack quickly paid cash for a room and they drove round in silence to the front door.  Ennis went in first, Jack was to wait five minutes before joining him.   He paced up and down impatiently, stomach getting tighter by the minute, nerves on edge, tingling in anticipation.

He jumped at the sound of the door handle turning, striding across the carpet, grabbing Jack by the hand and dragging him into the room.  “Just gotta get my bag”, Jack laughed, his arm almost pulled out of its socket, overjoyed that Ennis’ was as desperate for him as he was for Ennis.

Slamming the door behind him, Ennis pushed Jack up against it and with a ferocious hunger, their mouths came together, tongues battling their way in, bodies pressed up against each other, hips grinding hard, almost painful.  No time for polite conversation, Ennis was already grappling with the fly on Jack’s jeans, Jack reciprocating, both quickly sliding them off, along with their boots and kicking them across the floor.  Ennis tugged at Jack’s shirt, lifting it up and over his head, getting caught up in Jack’s arms, no time to free him, pinning his arms over his head with one hand, rubbing the other over Jack’s swollen aching member.

Shocked and overwhelmed at the onslaught, at the sheer physical strength of his lover, Jack’s head fell back against the door, powerless to move, moaning, unable to utter a word.  He suddenly found himself flipped around to face the door, Ennis’ tongue licking a line up his spine, round the back of his ear, in his ear, his legs prised apart, Ennis thrusting hard into him, in and out, reaching around, grasping him firmly, matching the rhythm with his hand, in and out; both minds spinning out of control, panting, crying out, coming hard, sweaty bodies collapsing onto the floor, gasping for air.

Jack, catching his breath, turned to face his lover, cradling Ennis’ face in his hands, the first chance he’d had to look at him properly, drinking in the fair weatherworn skin, beautiful sad brown eyes, swollen pink mouth.  He brought Ennis’ lips close, kissed them softly and murmured, “I missed you....”

September 24th ... The Siesta Motel - moments later  by Susiebell

Ennis took a few moments to recover, gradually getting the feeling back in his body, becoming increasingly aware of the draft under the door and the overall cold temperature of the room.

“I’m freezin’ my ass off here, let’s get into bed”, he complained, clambering to his feet and offering Jack a helping hand. Jack stood next to him, leaning back against the door, still a little out of breath, chuckling, “Don’t think I can make it to the bed.... legs not working!”

“You’re an old lady, Jack! Here.... give me your arm.” Ennis placed it over his shoulder and with one quick manoeuvre, had Jack hoisted up and over his back, butt sticking up in the air.

“Nice view!” he laughed, using his free hand to administer a sharp slap across Jack’s naked behind.

“Ouch! Not too bad down here, either!” came the voice from below, Jack’s face just inches from Ennis’ butt.

Ennis marched him over to the bed, and dropped him carelessly onto the mattress. Jack laughed, picking up the covers and starting to cosy up under them, only to have them immediately yanked off again. Ennis climbed on top of him, pinning him to the bed, running his hands admiringly over his fine muscular form, “I’m not finished with you yet, Jack Twist.... I'm just getting warmed up!”



September 24th Night by Littlewing1957

Jack held Ennis tightly, possessively, and kissed his hair.  He couldn’t believe that the two of them would get into the act of making love again, but hell, why not?  Jack felt mighty guilty about cheating on Lureen, and knew that Ennis certainly felt the same toward Alma, but what was so wrong about seeking out the one person he loved above all others?  If anything, they were cheating on each other with the wives.  Jack pulled Ennis closer, no longer conflicted that he was finally where he belonged.

Ennis caressed the tan arm that held him.  He brought Jack’s fingers to his mouth, and kissed them one by one.  He tried to make peace with what they just did, but Ennis was having trouble.  He realized for the first time in four years that he shouldn’t have let Jack Twist out of his sight for one minute.  Why shouldn’t he agree to be with the one he loved more than life itself?  If only for a moment?  Ennis was glad that Jack was there, he actually made it, but he couldn’t stay.

“Let’s get out of here and go up to the mountains!”  Jack suggested as he kissed Ennis’ cheek.  He thought back to 15 minutes ago when Ennis felt doubtful about his plans.  Jack was deflated to learn that it wouldn't be easy to pry his lover away from Alma.  But Jack had a plan.

“Call your wife and tell her we’re going up to the wilderness for awhile.” Ennis blew out a cloud of air and shook his head.

“I just can’t leave them on such short notice!”  Ennis objected as he squeezed Jack’s clammy hand.  Jack rubbed against his lover and pulled his head close.  He inched his tongue into Ennis’ mouth, French kissing him until Ennis moaned and thrashed.  Ennis tried to catch his breath as picked up the motel room phone and dialed the number to his apartment.  Jack struggled to contain his excitement as he heard Ennis tell Alma that he would be home directly, and that he planned to go away with his friend for a few days….



September 24th, Later than Night by Littlewing1957

Alma looked crestfallen as Ennis led Jack out of the apartment.  Ennis couldn’t allow himself to hear her misery voice, or look into those big brown eyes.  Too much pain and confusion there.  Ennis hated to hurt his wife, but Jack Twist was in town, and he was waiting.

“You want to get something to eat?”  It was Jack, assuming Ennis was hungry after the episode of loving.  Even their conversation was trying, exhausting!  Ennis deserved a good meal – they both did.

“Yep!”  Ennis answered as he placed his gear into the bed of Jack’s truck.

Black Angus was one of Jack’s favorite middle-of-the-road eateries.  Ennis never set foot in the place, and all because of the price.  He couldn’t afford to treat his family to a steak dinner at a nice restaurant.  Jack recommended Black Angus not only because of the food, but the booths were cleverly constructed to ensure privacy.  Each booth was secluded from the others.  It was just what Jack wanted.

Jack ordered the baby back ribs, while Ennis selected prime rib of beef.  Ennis’ meal was the pricier of the two, but Jack instructed his lover to order whatever he wanted.  Ennis smiled at his friend’s generosity and waited eagerly for his prime rib.  When the meals were delivered, Jack rolled up his red sleeves and popped a crisp French fry into his mouth.  Ennis cut a piece of steak and fat and moved it toward Jack’s mouth.  Jack ate the steak with gusto; as it was marvelous.  He was instantly sorry that he didn’t order prime rib for himself.  Ennis watched as Jack cut a rib from the slab, and in one motion, slid the rib into this mouth.  He slowly pulled the rib down through his lips, smacking on the bone and licking at the sauce.  Ennis looked around to see who else was observing this show, but the booths were quite secluded.  Jack’s actions with the rib reminded Ennis of his expert motions between his legs just hours ago.  Ennis wondered if his flesh was as savory as the meaty rib?  If his juices were as sweet?  Ennis was having trouble eating.  He couldn’t concentrate with a sexy Jack Twist sitting beside him, doing naughty things with his food.  Jack must have felt the same way.

“Let’s have the waitress wrap this up for us, friend,”  Jack muttered.  “We can eat it later.  I need you.  Jack didn’t have to ask twice.  Ennis jumped from his seat and went in search of the waitress..

To be continued


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« Reply #97 on: November 23, 2007, 04:44:21 pm »
The Fortune Teller by Susie

Mr and Mrs Del Mar were enjoying a rare day off.  A trip to the state fair was in order, but with their youngest son running a temperature, it looked like the day out was about to be cancelled.

Their daughter stepped in at the last minute, "You go Momma and Daddy, I'll watch over the boys for you.  Ennis will be just fine, you'll see!  We can all go together next year."

"Well if you're sure honey"  Mrs Del Mar answered reluctantly.

The sun was shining, the smell of fresh donuts, hotdogs and cotton candy wafted through the air.  As they strolled arm in arm past Madame Mystique's tent, draped with oriental scarves, the heady scent of incense filling their nostrils, Mrs Del Mar made a sudden detour through the tent opening.

"Come on Willard, let's see what the future has in store for us".

"Load of balony Minnie, but if it makes you happy...and it keeps you quiet".  Mr Del Mar looked doubtful as he followed her into the tent.

"Madame, Monsiour, pleez take a seet", a wild haired, kind faced old woman gestured from across the table, her gaze fixed firmly on the crystal ball in front of her.

"You cross my palm weeth seelver pleez" she held out her hand and waited for the sound of clinking coins.

"Aarr, I zee cheeldren .... your leetle boy, ee is afraid, you must care for 'im, zer weell be much sadness in 'is life..."

"What a crock!" blurted out Mr Del Mar.

"Ee 'as suffered much terror already, somezing you 'ave shown to 'im, yes?"

"That little sissy!  Needs to learn to be a man .... I'll beat it out of him if I have to!"

"'You are a bad man ... I curse you!" she let out a squeal, and pushed away from the table,  "Enough, I cannot 'elp you anymore, you must go!"

Mr and Mrs Del Mar stood up, a little startled by her reaction.  "Gimme that..."  Willard grumbled, picking up his two quarters and turning to leave.

The old woman grabbed his hand, moved her face in close, and whispered menacingly in his ear "........ beware ze bend in ze road" and ushered them out of the tent.

"Damn crazy lady" he muttered, marching towards the exit, "Come on Minnie, we're leaving!".  Mrs Del Mar reluctantly followed her husband.  She wasn't ready to go yet, but she could tell by the tone of his voice that his mind was made up.

The journey home wasn't pleasant, the weather had taken a sudden turn for the worse and rain was lashing down onto the truck.  The wiper blades were at full speed but it was still almost impossible to see in front of them.  Mr Del Mar remained haunted by the old woman's voice, her threatening words.

Suddenly, through the mist and rain, her face came into focus, drifting towards the windshield, disembodied, eyes wild, teeth bared, her voice echoing around them  ".... beware ze bend in ze road .... beware ze bend in ze road".

Blood curdling screams filled the air.  Mr Del Mar threw one arm protectively around his wife, the other, shielding his face ..... the tires skidded, sending the truck spinning over the embankment, and disappearing into the darkness......  All was silent ....



From Beyond by Littlewing1957

Ennis sat at his small table and poured over the bills.  He made a pile of bills to get in the mail right away, and a pile for those that could be paid later.  His heat was turned off for lack of payment, and Ennis sat huddled in blankets to keep warm.  Late October, and while not exactly freezing, it was cold outside.  It was cold inside, as well.  The bills all sorted, Ennis pulled the blankets tightly across his shoulders.  He was almost accustomed to the loneliness, but this night he experienced an almost unknown feeling: one of fear.

Ennis didn’t know why he was so afraid.  He listened to the night.  All quiet; too quiet.  Except for the wind.  To Ennis the wind didn’t count – it was always raging, rattling his trailer.  The wind was so familiar that he often ignored it, took the hissing for granted.  But not this night.  KNOCK!  There, he heard it!  Ennis jumped at the sound of a knock at his door.  He wasn’t expecting anyone.  Ennis moved to his front door on wary feet.  KNOCK KNOCK!  Again, Ennis heard it.

“Who is it?”  Ennis bellowed against the sound of the wind, hoping that whomever, whatever was outside could hear him.  No answer.  No knocking sound, either.  He shrugged and turned away from his door.  KNOCK!  Again, a rap at his door - disembodied -chilling!  Ennis couldn’t hear the footsteps of a visitor for the volume of the wind.  He rushed to the door and flung it open.  No one there.  Nothing but the dust, the inky dark, the wind.  The road was a vacant strip.  Ennis closed the door.  Turning to prepare for bed, he felt it.  A gossamer breath on his neck, a tiny tap on his shoulder.  He turned on a dime, terrified now.  No one in back of him.  His door was shut tight and locked.  No one could have come in; no one walked past him.  Ennis stood very still, hoped he wouldn’t be sick.  He knew he wasn’t alone, sensed an entity standing right in front of him.  The “thing” stood between Ennis and his front door.  No other way out of the trailer.  A familiar smell, that of sweat and aftershave, a manly scent that Ennis recognized.  He knew who had come to call.

“I don’t want you here, Jack fucking Twist!”  Ennis shouted at the empty space right in front of him.  In his heart he knew that Jack had come to him, but his mind couldn’t fully grasp what he felt in his heart.  Ennis was not prepared to see Jack.  Hell, he couldn’t see him.  But Jack could be felt: a coldness that chilled him to the bone.

“Please Jack!”  Ennis, almost hysterical now.  “Not now!  Not like this!”  Ennis fell to his knees.  And what happened next Ennis preferred to classify as a dream.  He thought he heard a gasp, a heartbroken sigh.  Just as quickly, the entity was gone.  Ennis eased his way toward his window and glanced outside.  He thought he saw a vague, shadowy hearse floating down the narrow strip of road….



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« Reply #98 on: November 23, 2007, 04:46:21 pm »
The Legend of Georgina Bolton by garycottle   13. October 2007

This was to be a short camping trip soon after the harvest moon, only five days, so the boys had agreed to stick fairly close to Riverton.  Thus their time together in the wilds of Wyoming were maximized.  And since Ennis was so close to his home turf, he found himself leading the way most of the time.  He’s the one that showed Jack the stream in which they were sure to catch fish.  He was the one that walked ahead as they navigated nearly invisible mountain passes, ones that led to valleys dotted with broad meadows that were perfect for setting up camp.

They had been out hunting elk on the third day when the boys noticed that the sky was turning dark and the wind was picking up.  If they didn’t get back to their tent soon they were going to get caught in a downpour.  So Ennis reluctantly admitted that he knew a shortcut, and Jack readily followed along.

The old Bolton place had been left fallow for half a century, and the surrounding tracts of land had went unclaimed by homesteaders, so it was isolated and had very nearly returned to a state of nature.  But here and there were signs of its short-lived domestication.  Relatively young stands of evergreens were neatly hemmed in by rows of oaks, occasionally they came upon an old fencepost, and the oddly well defined trail that the boys were on eventually revealed itself to be an old carriage road.

“Was this a farm?” asked Jack.

“I think it might have been,” said Ennis coyly.

There was a short knoll ahead and when they got to the top Ennis held his breath as the farmhouse came into view.  Sometime in the future he would learn that it wasn’t completely unlike the Twist home.  Although the clapboards on this house where utterly bare and grey, the south side of the veranda had collapsed, and nearly all of the windows had been knocked out allowing the remains of tattered lace curtains to flutter in the hastening breeze.

“Man, Ennis, luck must be with us today,” proclaimed Jack as a smile spread across his face.  He immediately headed toward the dilapidated structure.

“Jack, the tent is this way,” Ennis said weakly.

“We’ll never make it.  Those clouds are ready to burst.  And nobody is going to care if we pass the night here.”

They had just enough time to settle in and gather some wood before the rain started.  Not much furniture was left on the first floor, but Ennis found a rocking chair and a ladder back arm chair, and so he pulled them into the living room, placed them near the fireplace, and began to build a fire as Jack explored the upper floors.  Thankfully there wasn’t much smoke, which indicated that the chimney was relatively free of debris.

The deluge had begun to beat the walls and roof, and the den made Ennis almost glad they had taken shelter.  He tried to forget where exactly he was, and he tried to ignore the uneasy feeling in his gut.  Ennis told himself that the stories he had heard had been made up and embellished by local boys over the years for the specific purpose of scaring the bejesus out of younger siblings.  They were just stories.  Kids’ stuff.

Several moments later Jack came down the stairs with a bundle of bedding in his arms.  He flung it all out on the floor by Ennis as if he were a hunter offering the rewards of a successful kill.

“I’m sure that shit is dry rotted,” Ennis said irritably.

“No it’s not,” Jack retorted.  “Not completely anyway.  And the smell isn’t that bad either.”  But before Ennis could quibble he said, “Where you upstairs?”

Ennis stopped poking at the fire and looked at him.  “No.  Why?”

“Don’t know.  Thought I heard you behind me a couple of times.”

When Ennis sighed heavily Jack pressured him to say what was on his mind, and so in drips and drabs the taciturn man related everything he’d heard about Albert and Georgina Bolton as he sipped from a bottle of Old Rose he had retrieved from his knapsack.

The Boltons came to the valley in 1911, and Albert used his inheritance to buy the land and build the house for his bride.  They had two children, a boy and a girl.  Both their marriage and their farm proved to be fruitful in the beginning, but a drought in the early twenties nearly bankrupted them, and they had to mortgage the place to keep going.  They struggled to set things right for a long time, and then when they were almost solvent Albert disappeared.  Some claimed to have seen him get on the train in Riverton, and others say he left town on a borrowed mule.  Georgina tried to manage the farm by herself, but it wasn’t long before more money was owed than what was coming in.  And then the following winter both she and her daughter contracted influenza.  The daughter soon died of the illness, but Georgina, on the other hand, escaped death.  However, she never fully recovered.

Some say she lost her mind when word got around that Albert had returned to Riverton with a wealthy widow, along with a New York lawyer they had hired to take away her son.  They say she stopped going to town altogether after that.  If she needed something she sent her hired man to fetch it for her.  And then she stopped seeing visitors at the farm, so the people in town were completely cut off from her.  Since Riverton is such a small town everybody knew that the bank was about to foreclose on the farm, so many surmised that’s what did it.  That’s what caused her to take those final drastic measures.

By the time Ennis had gotten to this point in his story Jack had settled back on his pallet.  He said, “What’d she do, cowboy?  You can’t leave it at that.”

“Guess she knew she couldn’t take care of her boy anymore, but she didn’t want her husband to have him.  So she went up to that first bedroom at the top of the stairs one night, and she...”

“What?!” said Jack.  “For fuck’s sake would you just say it?”

“Georgina took a mallet to that boy’s head.  And then she hanged herself.”

“Shit,” Jack said.  “That just ain’t right.  Where’d she hang herself?”

“I heard it said a couple of ways.  Some say she did it out on the porch.  Some say she did it in the stair hall.  But there’s still others that swear she did it right here in this room.”

It was then that Ennis looked down at an enthralled Jack propped up on his elbows and he lost interest in the story.  Suddenly Ennis became keenly aware that this moment he and Jack shared would soon pass, and he wanted his friend to realize he was grateful for his companionship.  So he got down on the floor with his buddy and began to unbuckle the boy’s pants.  Jack’s eyes widened as Ennis freed his manhood and then took him in his mouth.  Usually it was Jack who took pleasure from giving, but that night Ennis returned the favor.  And all while he was down between his friend’s knees he was aware of time passing.  He knew that this might be the last time he and Jack were together like this, so he went about his task with a strange urgency, determined to make his efforts count.

Afterwards they huddled together on their musty makeshift bed by the fire and fell asleep.  Ennis soon drifted into a sound, dreamless slumber.  It was the kind of sleep that would normally have carried him effortlessly into morning.  But in the middle of the night Ennis became dimly aware that an electrical storm was flashing and crackling outside.  He would have ignored this had it not occurred to him simultaneously that Jack was no longer in his arms.

Ennis sat up and was about to call out to his friend when he heard a noise from overhead.  He cocked his ear and almost immediately he heard the sound again despite the rain and storm.  Then there it went again, now even more clearly.  If Ennis didn’t know better he would have thought that someone was dropping ripe pumpkins on the floor up there.

“Jack!” he yelled as he got to his feet and bound upstairs.

Ennis hesitated at the first door at the top of the stairs, but within a second he found the nerve to turn the doorknob and walk in.  And what he found there was nothing.  The room was empty.  Ennis didn’t know what to do at this point so he merely stood there a moment.  Lightening flashes lit up the sky outside and he was compelled to look out the window.  And that’s when the mystery of where Jack had went was solved.  Jack was laying prostrate in a rut in the road out in front of the house.

“Jack!” Ennis shouted out the window, but Jack didn’t move.  Ennis called to Jack two or three more times, but Jack never so much as twitched a leg.  So Ennis determined he’d have to go out into the storm to get him.

He went down the stairs as quickly as he went up, but before he could get to the front door something in the living room caught his eye.  He turned and found that a woman now sat in the very same rocking chair that he had occupied earlier as he stoked the fire and told his story.  When the next flash of lightening brought this woman out of the shadows Ennis saw that her simple nightgown was undone, exposing her breasts, and that she held a suckling naked baby boy.

Before Ennis had a chance to turn away she said, “He’s going to die out there.”

Ennis burst out of the house and ran down the path in the driving rain toward Jack, not daring to look back.  And just as he knelt to take his friend into his arms Jack awoke.

“What the fuck you doin’ out here, Jack?” Ennis asked angrily.

Jack didn’t react to Ennis’s tone.  Instead he merely answered the question.  “I...I don’t know.  Must have been walkin’ in my sleep.”  He then shook his head in an attempt to regain his senses, and then he said, “Come on, let’s go back into the house and get the fire started again.”

“I ain’t never goin’ into that fuckin’ house again, Jack,” he said as he knelt in the mud holding his friend tightly in his arms.

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Foretold? by Littlewing1957

A young Jack Twist walked past the grieving plain every day on his way to school.  The things he often saw there would have leveled a lesser sort, but Jack remembered his mom telling him that he will be able to “see” things.  Jack’s mom said he was born with a veil over his face, a thin membrane that the doctors had to remove.  Mrs. Twist said that Jack was special, had the ability to see into the next world.  Jack believed her the first time he passed by the grieving plain.

Jack generally hurried past the cemetery and tried to keep his eyes straight on the road ahead.  But being young, his curiosity always got the better of him.  Jack looked over at the headstones and saw, as clear as day, Lester Wolfe standing near a gravestone.  Poor Lester died when he was only 29 years old in a car accident.  Jack watched as Lester, all decked out in his Sunday best, including a top hat and gloves, gestured to him.  Lester waved and wagged a finger at Jack, smiling all the while.  Lester’s scrawny face was chalk white, his smile toothless.  Jack stopped walking and looked at the specter.  He shook his head no and kept walking.  Nothing to do but accept his “gift.”  Jack was accustomed to seeing spirits walking around the grieving plain.  Most of them were folks he knew, but some were strangers to him.  Jack always saw Grace Bailey, a 5 year old killed by a hit-and-run driver.  Grace lived 3 farms away, but his family was friendly with the Bailey clan.  Jack attended Gracie’s funeral, and seeing at her all laid out, he thought she looked just like a doll on Sears’ shelf.  The funeral gave Jack nightmares for some time, and seeing Grace now, sitting atop her headstone, hands in her lap, her pretty dress dirt stained, well, it disturbed Jack.  He had to look away when Grace stared at him, began to cry and ask for her mommy.  Jack ran all the way to school whenever he saw Grace’s spirit.

The sightings were getting too much for 10 year old Jack, but he had to get to school.  His folks couldn’t drive him there, and to walk past the grieving plain was the fastest way to the schoolhouse.  One fine day Jack passed by the plain and noticed a service in progress.  Young children strayed from the gathering and were jumping and playing among some of the graves.  A lively young boy jumped from one space to another, and with every leap Jack felt a definite chill.  He stopped in his tracks and watched the child jump from place to place.  And Jack felt chilled to the bone whenever the kid landed.  He remembered his mother saying that she got a chill whenever someone walked on her grave!  Jack didn’t know what was happening, but somehow he had to see the part of the grieving plain where the child was playing.  He made his way over, and when the children saw Jack’s approach, they backed away and joined the others.  Jack noticed how the chills stopped when the children moved away.  He looked at the spot where the lad was jumping and leaping.  The land was untouched, but he watched in amazement as a small cross materialized in the dirt on the plot.  It was shadowy, almost transparent, but as Jack approached, he was able to make out the wording.  The cross read:

John M. Twist
November 3, 1943 – June 4, 1982

Jack looked up from the cross and felt Lester standing beside him.  Lester pointed to Jack’s grave: his modest cross for a headstone with his gloved hand.  Jack nodded sadly and watched as Lester slowly disappeared.  Jack turned and resumed the walk to school.  He always felt that he wasn’t long for this Earth, and if he was to die so young, he vowed to live life on his terms – give himself every moment!



Sweet Dreams by Susie


Jack wrapped his arms around his lover, stroking his chest, his stomach, his groin, his thighs, Ennis' flesh tingling under his touch.

"Hmmmmm...."  the soft sound came from deep within Ennis' throat, turning sleepily into his lovers embrace, seeking out warm moist lips, kissing, licking, searching.  Ennis' eyes filled with tears, tears of love.

"S'alright.... s'alright...."  Jack breathed, those precious words echoing in Ennis' ears.   

"Ah, what you do to me Jack...."

"G'night Ennis.... sweet dreams."  and with those gentle words, Ennis felt Jack's warm breath fade into the night, as he drifted into peaceful slumber.



Kisses by Littlewing1957

Jack was about to curl up on the bear skin rug when Ennis walked over and lowered himself to the floor.  He spread Jack’s limber body to the full length of the rug and gently placed his head on the stuffed head of the bear.  Jack smiled as Ennis climbed atop him and slowly ran his fingers through Jack’s thinning hair.  Ennis lifted Jack’s chin just a tilt and lowered his mouth in an expansive kiss.

Ennis was silent as he gazed on his lover’s serene countenance.  Jack spread his arms wide, encouraged Ennis to lace his fingers with his own.

“Am I too heavy?”  Ennis asked as he kissed Jack’s chin.  Jack was too moved to answer right away.  He wanted to feel Ennis’ mouth.

“No, Cowboy,” Jack stammered softly.  “You’re okay.  Just stay here with me.”  Ennis smiled timidly and kissed Jack on the side of his full mouth.  Jack lay still as Ennis started the kisses up high on his forehead, trailed his cheeks, his sharp jaw – kissing! Kissing.

“That Ennis is sure a sexy senior citizen!”  Jack thought as he marveled at Ennis' prowess at 65 years old.  Jack was the same age, of course, and was aware of health problems and challenges of seniors. He liked to keep abreast of newfangled terms for illnesses and treatments.  As Ennis continued his smooches, Jack thought the following:

“Blood pressure lowering, serotonin levels rising!  At this rate, we’ll live forever.”  Jack began to kiss back, pulling Ennis closer!

“Never stop kissing me!”  Jack breathed into Ennis’ warm mouth.  It was a request that Ennis though he could honor.

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« Reply #100 on: November 23, 2007, 04:58:49 pm »
The Visitor by Susiebell


He woke with a start.  It was a warm Summer's night and yet there was an icy chill in the air, a strange vibration that tingled against his clammy flesh.  Glancing down at his wife sleeping peacefully, then towards the window, lace curtains billowing in the moonlight, a figure suddenly appeared from out of the shadows.  Just the outline was visible at first, then as the curtains moved and swayed, his features became clearer; desperate sad eyes, grey chipped teeth, lips mouthing the word "....why?" over and over.

His eyes were drawn down over the man's torso to a stain, the deepest red, spreading from his groin, over the front of his jeans, and dripping down his leg onto the floor.

The figure moved towards him in a single smooth motion, hovering for a moment, his voice getting louder and louder, the pitch higher and higher, "... why? .... WHY? ........WHY?"

He felt a sudden searing pain in his own groin, and looking down, saw to his horror that where his dick should be, was a gaping hole slowly oozing blood.  The thick hot fluid spread over the surface of his pajama and onto the bed sheets.  Screaming, he grabbed the nearest object, a glass vase, and hurled it towards the floating figure, crashing it into the wall.

"Willard Del Mar!!  What on earth is going on?"  Mrs Del Mar, hands shaking violently, pulled the lamp switch, flooding the room with light.

"You can't keep on like this every night."  she cried, her voice trembling with fear, "Please tell me what's goin' on.  What's happened to make you like this?"

Mr Del Mar, rolled over, pulling the blanket high over his shivering sweaty body and screwed his eyes shut tight.  "Go back to sleep Minnie..... " he muttered, tears rolling down his cheeks, his hand clasped protectively around his sticky erect member.



One Night on the Trail by Littlewing1957

One chilly day up in the mountains, Jack and Ennis were hiking after a particularly heavy and satisfying lunch.  They left the horses right at the beginning of the trail, fully expecting to make it back to them well before nightfall.  But once Jack began a slow climb up a small hill, his well formed butt straining his jeans, Ennis couldn’t help himself.  He took Jack right there on the spot!  After they were cleaned up a bit, the grinning pair found that night had fallen.  They made their way down, walking slowly, trying hard to retrace their steps.  The mountain was as dark as the grave, but Ennis and Jack were experienced campers, and knew the area like the back of their hands.  But navigating the terrain in the dark was a challenge.

Jack whistled a happy tune as he walked hand-in-hand with his lover down the hiking trail.  Ennis thought back to the time up on Brokeback when Jack held his hand whenever he could.  The memory made Ennis glow.  He squeezed Jack’s hand and they continued on.

It was getting cold – colder even than Ennis and Jack anticipated.  They could have kicked themselves for leaving the heavy coats back at camp, but they planned to be back before nightfall.  Jack walked a few paces ahead of Ennis, but slowed his steps when he felt a blast of ice cold air!  And in a split second, 3 eerie figures rose from the earth with a piercing cry, and just as fast as they materialized, they descended back into the ground.  Ennis screamed as Jack fell back into his arms.  They both saw the entities!  The apparitions appeared to be men who were dressed in period clothes: late 1800s it seemed, and they seemed to glow red and yellow.

“Rodeo, did you see that?”  Ennis asked Jack as he held him up.  Jack found his footing and took a few steps back.

“You saw it too?”  Jack spoke softly.  “I thought I was losing my mind!  What the hell was that?”  Ennis didn’t want to admit that he was afraid, but he pulled Jack close.

“I don’t know, Jack, but I’ve heard some strange stories about this place,” Ennis began.  “I heard tell of travelers being killed for their belongings, and my dad used to talk about 3 guys being beaten to death in these parts.”  Jack was a believer in ghosts, and Ennis’ story did little to calm his now fragile nerves.

“Well, I wish you had told me, Cowboy!”  Jack said evenly.  “We could a found another spot to hike.  I don’t like being surprised like this.  C’mon, En, let’s get back to the horses before the spirits decide they like us and want to come back for a little visit!”

Ennis agreed with Jack.  They quickened the pace, but were still careful as they traveled in the dark.  Once they reached the horses, Jack mounted his mare and watched as Ennis did the same.

“You know, Cowboy,” Jack serious now.  “My ma says that when a body experiences a bad trauma, especially one that results in death, the spirit may get trapped on Earth, sometimes in the form of an inanimate object.”  Ennis looked at his lover.

“Why are you telling me this, Jack?”  Ennis asked, a bit irritated now.

“No reason,” Jack stated.  “Just seemed appropriate under the circumstances.  C’mon, I’ll race you back to camp!”



Room 4 by Littlewing1957

This tale is running a lot longer than I expected.  I should have it posted complete in 2 or 3 installments.

Jack arrived at Don Wroe’s cabin to see Ennis standing outside.  Ennis didn’t look happy, which meant Jack wasn’t happy.  He prayed that the trip was still on; that he didn’t drive over 1400 miles for nothing.  As he parked, Ennis walked over to Jack’s truck and opened the door for him.  He took Jack’s hand and helped him out.

“I messed up, Rodeo!”  Ennis said in a low, self accusatory voice.  Jack nodded and let him continue.

“I asked Don if we could use the place this week, and he said okay.  But just yesterday he changed his mind.  Somethin’ about relatives coming to visit, and they need a place to stay.”  Ennis wiped his brow.

“We gotta find somewhere else to spend the week, Jack.  Wroe’s folks should be here any time.”
 
“Not your fault, Friend!”  Jack soothed.  He was disappointed, but glad that the trip was still on.

“There must be a reasonably placed hotel or motel here somewhere?”  Jack asked his lover.
 
“Yeah, I know a place,” Ennis began.  “You can follow me over there in the truck.  We had better get a move on, Rodeo,”  Ennis said as he looked around the terrain.

“It’ll be dark soon, and I want to get settled, if you know what I mean!”  Ennis winked at his lover, who blushed in spite of himself.

“Well, lead on, boy!”  Jack, excited now.  “I sure could use a warm bath or shower.  I’m getting kind of hungry too.”  Jack rubbed his ample belly.  “Good thing I didn’t bring any food.  We would have had a hard time putting it up!”  Ennis nodded and climbed into his truck.

The motel was located not 3 miles away from Don Wroe’s cabin.  It was just a stone’s throw from the lake and mountain area where Ennis and Jack planned to hike and hunt.  Jack asked Ennis to park his car around back and he would join him directly.  Jack rented 2 rooms, as he couldn’t be too careful, even out in the middle of nowhere!  The bored clerk handed him keys to the rooms, but Jack noticed that they were quite a few doors apart.  Jack wanted adjacent suites, and when he told the clerk as much, the young man sized him up.

“Mister, all I got is room 2 and room 5 available.” The young man began.“I’ll have to admit that 4 is empty, but I don’t feel right about giving you that room.”  The young man spoke slowly, nervous now.  Jack stared at the young man.

“Why won’t you let us have room 4?”  Jack asked.  “I mean it’s no big deal,” Jack hastened to add, “ I’m just askin.”

“You don’t want to know, mister!” Was the clerk’s reply.  Jack shrugged and pocketed the keys.  He found Ennis around back, and parked his truck next to Ennis’ tiny van.

“Got the keys, Cowboy,” Jack whispered as he threw Ennis keys to room 2.  "I’m in room 5.”  Ennis caught the keys like a champ and walked over to his lover.  He stopped short of kissing Jack, just in case someone was watching.  Wouldn’t do to rile up the locals!

“Listen cowboy,” Jack whispered as they walked side-by-side to their rooms.  “Let me put my shit away and I’ll come to you.  We can do a little somethin’ and then get a bite to eat.  Or would you rather eat first?”  Ennis thought it over.  He looked at the beautiful Jack Twist, standing there in all his sexiness and his mind was made up.

“We’ll eat later.”  Ennis stated.  Jack stood at room 5 and winked at his lover.  Ennis opened his door and stepped inside.

To be continued…