Summer of Love

Worn out from rolling around in the dirt once again, Jack and Ennis lounge naked in the sun, asleep on their sides facing each other. They both sleep with erections—they're nineteen years old, after all, and their discovery of one another this summer has given each boy plenty to dream about.

This time they didn't fall asleep in each other's arms, though, and Jack awakens to find that lo and behold, his face is almost in Ennis's crotch. Well, ain't that a fine sight, he thinks, as the other man's boner beckons him.

Jack thinks with a mischievous smile, Why don't I surprise the son of a bitch? If I shift up a little more toward his face, I can just slip my mouth right over this ol' dick here. Won't he be surprised! Ain't never done him while he's sleepin'! His own erection rages at the thought of his lover waking up to such a fantastic sensation—Jack's luscious mouth closed around his penis.

Jack eyes his target. Oh, that's so nice an' hard... boy's havin' one hell of a dream, ain't he? Must be I'm in it! Better be I'm in it! How 'bout we just make that dream come true here? Jack quickly puts his mouth to work. Ennis tastes faintly of sun and horse and sweat and piss and the dirt they were rolling around in. Um, this tastes good, Jack thinks. Oh, he's just drippin' like a bitch there. Goin' ta have one hell of a wet dream, ain't he? Lucky motherfucker! Wait till I go for his balls!... But shit, he's got ta be wakin' up by now.

Indeed Ennis has already been awake for a minute and is thinking, Damn, that was one hell of a dream... thought I was really goin' ta shoot off there. Hey, what the?... ah, I should a known, that goddamn Jack Twist, at it again! Always full a surprises, ain't he? Boy just can't keep that mouth ta himself... an' thank the lord for that. Got ta say, that is some suckin' action—he got that mouth, man, got a mind of its own, seems ta know all the things it ought ta do an' more. Should I pretend ta sleep or let him know I'm awake? Don't want ta make him stop what he's doin'... but hell, son of a bitch is always tellin' me I don't know how ta have fun... Well look at that, his own goddamn dick's right here, like a piece a wood right in my fuckin' face. How 'bout we see what happens if I work him over a little bit, too?... Shit, the cocksucker's already drippin' out a his piss hole. What was ya goin' ta do, Jack, come all over my face again, like ya did last week? Ennis's hard-on swells even more in Jack's mouth at the thought of that.

Jack feels something warm and wet on his own penis. Hey, what the fuck! What the hell's goin' on up there? He's not...? Oh, not Ennis! Without breaking rhythm, out of the corner of his eye, Jack looks toward Ennis's face to see his lover enthusiastically sucking his penis. Well, son of a bitch! Wait a goddamn minute—can't be both of us doin' this at the same time! How am I supposed ta keep my mind on this down here if he's jawin' on me up there?

Oooh. But damn that feels good.

Indeed.

Jack reconsiders. Well, hell, if Ennis can keep track a two things at once, guess I can too, huh? After all, he seems ta think I know all this surprisin' shit already. Don't know why, the son of a bitch knows I ain't queer—well, I ain't, am I?... Ain't done none a this stuff any more 'n him! Just got more imagination, maybe, an' ain't nothin' wrong with that. Goddamn that feels good, that mouth a yours goin' up an' down an' around my dick like that! Ennis, man, glad ya took ta suckin' last week. Yeah, keep it tight an' wet, boy. Can't believe I let ya hold out that long. Shit, ya talented son of a bitch, ya got two fuckin' loads a jizz out a me your first time out... an' ya loved it, didn't ya, Ennis, me comin' all over your face like that? Jack throbs against Ennis's tongue at the thought of pulling out of his mouth and spraying his face like he did. Good ol' Ennis, little surprises here an' there, Jack thinks. Kind a funny not watchin' him like I usually do, but I sure ain't goin' ta complain if he got some idea in his head.

The intensity of their unspoken arrangement increases rapidly as the two men arrive at a comfortable rhythm. Jack takes Ennis deep while Ennis pulls his mouth back up the shaft to the head of Jack's dick. Back and forth, back and forth, a warm mouth, wet tongue on each cock... right down to the balls. Then back up to suck on the head... and repeat.

The boys are surprised at how sensual it is to suck and be sucked at the same time, not at all distracting, and both of their erections become even harder, a fact not lost on one who has the other's penis in his mouth. Ennis pushes into Jack's beautiful mouth, and Jack takes the entire shaft, deep-throating right up to the light brown patch of curls. He starts playing with Ennis's balls, stroking them lightly at first, then working up to a vigorous massage. Goin' ta make them little fellas work, Ennis, see what we can get out a ya this time! Ennis reaches around and grabs onto Jack's ass and kneads the hot flesh with his strong hands, fingering Jack's sensitive butthole.

Each man thrusts his hips toward his partner. The lovers are about to have orgasms together for the first time. They are about to come for the first time without cussing a blue streak, out loud anyway. They reach the point of no return together, each wondering how powerfully the other man will shoot, and each wondering how glorious his own release will be. Both of their bodies stiffen as the cum races through their pulsing cocks, and they frantically pump into each other's mouths.

Oh my fuckin' god! Jack thinks, swallowing Ennis's hot love juice as his own semen spurts into his lover's mouth. Jesus christ! Ennis thinks, sucking in Jack's tasty load as he shoots his own cream into Jack's eager mouth. Each man continues to suck on his lover's drained penis, anxious not to lose a single drop from this unexpected, mind-fucking coupling on a sunny afternoon. Their ever-hungry mouths are too busy to say anything, but Jack decides, This is kind a convenient, ain't it, probably saves time, don't it, both of us doin' it at once like this?

*

Already Jack worries about the summer ending. Even having Ennis around day in and day out, he fears there just is not enough time for all the bonding, exploring and lovemaking they must do. Jack wonders, Is he really goin' ta marry that girl? It is all very abstract to him, that he and Ennis will leave Brokeback Mountain after all this—after all this!—and become different men. That Ennis will settle into some sort of prearranged domestic dullness while he himself heads off into an uncertain future on the rodeo circuit. Jack hasn't given much thought to the particulars, but he dreams that somehow he and Ennis could just stay up here together on the mountain... or maybe take the idyll with them to who knows where. It's a good thing he doesn't know that an early snowstorm will cut his and Ennis's time together by yet another month!

Ennis, on the other hand, soaks up Jack's love one day at a time. Every day is a new adventure for him, all these different ways of making love! First he fucks Jack in a frenzy without even knowing what he's doing. Then the very next night Jack invites him into the tent, and he learns how to kiss, how to touch, how to love another man. Jack shocks the hell out of him when he lowers his lips to Ennis's groin that very same night and makes him come in his mouth. Ennis grows fond of that, but he fears the day when he must return the favor... but he does, with great trepidation... and finds that he loves sucking Jack until he releases his sweet, juicy load. Now and then, Ennis simply rubs himself to orgasm in Jack's pubic hair or strokes himself while Jack bites his nipples or sucks his balls. Ennis swears up and down to himself that he will never, ever let Jack fuck him, though... and he does stick to his guns on that. He draws the line at letting another man dominate him like that, threatening his manhood. It is unthinkable. But all those other discoveries!

Ennis has never known passion, or even friendship, like this, and he doesn't want this summer to end either. But in his mind he cannot escape circumstances. The life he is destined to lead awaits him at the bottom of the mountain, and it promises to be far from idyllic, taking him very far away indeed from Brokeback Mountain. In the meantime, however... in the meantime he will enjoy this paradise while it lasts, this paradise with Jack where anything is possible.