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.
