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?”