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One Good Turn

By: rvanv
folder 1 through F › Brokeback Mountain
Rating: Adult +
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Disclaimer: I do not own "Brokeback Mountain." Jack, Ennis and the “Brokeback Mountain” storyline belong to Annie Proulx. I intend no copyright infringement, and there is no commercial purpose whatsoever to this story.

One Good Turn

“Ever heard a takin’ turns?” Ennis asks Jack, who has pinned him to the ground after their little wrestling match. Sometimes that’s what the two lovers do as soon as they meet for one of their infrequent rendezvous… wrestle each other to the ground as they passionately kiss and shed as much of their clothing as possible.

Jack has gotten Ennis face down and sits on his legs now, his face flushed with triumph. Ennis is naked, his boots, undershirt, shirt and jeans strewn over the grass. Jack is barechested, his jeans pulled down to his boots.

“Ya know, friend,” Jack says, admiring Ennis’s broad, tanned back and the curves of his muscular, white ass, “sometimes ya look darned near as fine from the back as ya do from the front!”

“Maybe so, but ain’t had my dick treated proper for darned near four months,” Ennis continues. “An’ I know how tight ya get when ya ain’t had it in so long.” His erection grows harder with his thoughts of hovering over Jack, looking deeply into his lusty blue eyes, driving his cock to his lover’s core and fucking his brains out.

“Umhmm,” Jack says. “Tell ya what, though. Maybe I ain’t plannin’ on fuckin’ ya. Hold still.” With that he drops his face to Ennis’s ass.

“Hey, wait a minute… what ya doin’ there?” Ennis asks, suddenly alarmed about what Jack is up to.

Jack holds his lover’s butt cheeks apart and moves his mouth toward Ennis’s asshole, letting his big, bushy mustache tickle the big blond’s crack.

“Jack, Jack, whoa… this ain’t right. Ain’t no place for nobody’s mouth, cowboy.” Jesus christ, Jack, sometimes your ideas is just fuckin’ sick, puttin’ your mouth on someone’s asshole.

Ennis squirms to get up, but Jack holds him firmly to the ground. He darts his tongue at Ennis’s rosy hole, making the other man jump.

Holy fuck, Ennis thinks, that feels… different. Now he worries that he might enjoy this new perversion. His cock swells against the cool ground, and more precum seeps from the tip onto his belly.

Jack imbibes Ennis’s musky man flavor with gusto as his tongue sweeps through the moist, blond curls between those smooth, lily-white cheeks.

Can’t believe it. He’s fuckin’ lickin’ my ass!

“Ummm,” Jack hums in appreciation of Ennis’s taste. He loves eating his man’s cock and licking his balls, but this is a different sort of treat.

Oh christ, oh christ, Ennis thinks as he feels a delightful, familiar tickling in his groin. He can’t believe that Jack’s tongue in his ass is going to make him come. He rubs against the ground and feels where his cock and big, heavy balls have matted the cool grass.

Jack spreads Ennis’s cheeks as wide as possible and bears down on that hole. His tongue works until it pushes into the other man’s anus.

“Oh my fuckin’ god,” Ennis groans, digging his toes into the grass.

The oral invasion has reduced the strapping six-footer to pleading, “No Jack, please… no,” but they both know he doesn’t mean it. He is wet with sweat… and he is all Jack’s.

In the back of his mind Ennis is thinking how wonderful this feels, yet how this is one favor he simply cannot return. It’s just too… unnatural… isn’t it?

His breathing becomes staccato, and he whimpers in unbearable pleasure as he humps the ground. He feels his balls churning, the love juices roiling at the base of his penis, and he bucks his ass up at Jack. With Jack’s face buried in his crack, tongue fucking the hell out of his asshole, Ennis pounds the earth and begins ejaculating. He feels the semen shoot up against his belly in hot, uncontrollable spurts. Each jolt causes his ass to clench so powerfully that Jack has to hold his hips with bruising fingers to keep his own mouth where it needs to be until Ennis’s thrusting penis has shot every last drop of cum.

Jack gives Ennis one last friendly lick up and down his crack before rolling him over. The bawdy bullrider loves sharing new erotic pleasures with this hesitant man, and there is a glint in his bright eyes as he lowers his face to resume their kissing.

Ennis revels in his own man scent and flavor on Jack’s mustache, startled but immensely pleased by the novel fucking he has just received from the one person who never, ever fails to excite him.