Pogoga Dlugoterminowa

Title: Never Know Where This Road Will Lead Us.
Chapter: Jack's First Time
Rating: Adults
Language: Inglés
Author: munnoch
Translated by: rt in the town
Disclaimer: Ennis, Jack Are characters created by Annie Proulx and I thank her for Allowing me to bring them to life in my publications
Summary: Jack Remembers
Authors' Note: Dear Friends, When I first published this chapter in Inglés A FEW months ago, I Would Never Have one day Imagine That It Would Be published in Inglés.
This is all thanks to the excellent translation by rt in the town and it is with great Respect and gratitude That I Would like to thank him.
So, if by chance you enjoy this fic all the merit must go to him, if not is this the case thin I assume full Responsibility.
Music: Symphony No 9 from Dvorak
Comments Are Always Welcome.


Careful Jack wasn't Exactly a driver, I liked historical HAVING speed and foot on the accelerator, pedal to the metal, pushing the engine of historical beat-up old pick-up to the limit. Luckily, traffic Scarce WAS, WAS Usually as the case out here in the sticks.
His last rodeo Could Have ended pretty Badly - almost or events just as bad as last year's - and after hearing That Aguirre WAS looking for shepherds again, I've decided he's show up again at His door, A Few weeks on Brokeback Mountain WAS Beginning to sound like just the thing to help him Get well a bit, and the work Had Always Been Fairly simple. Taking off as
WHERE down. Finally, after several forlorn and insufficient efforts, the rope made it over the rafters and fell to the other side of the barn, where our boys fastened the end to the tail of the plane. Then, as Mike supervised the elevation of their handiwork, Jack, Matt and Chris combined their efforts and pulled on the rope from the other side, sweating and swearing like heathens all the while…. until at last our famous airplane was near smack dab top and center upon the pointy roof. With the agility of a cat, Mike sprang through the little window on the rooftop, seated himself in the plane and yelled at the top of his lungs, crying out “Let go a the rope!”

And it was a good thing too, for a few seconds more and honestly our boys would have had to let go of the rope anyWays, Without waiting for Mike to Give the command, and Not Really Owing to the exhaustion of Their strength Either, But Rather Because Chris - Whose mother WAS in the habit of feeding him brussels sprouts and bean soup - Suffered from a flagrant belching problem, Such events the least exertion That Caused him to burp up air like an old car engine, much to the amusement of Jack and Matt, Who Laughed criminal with distraction in the Midst of this solemn and historic moment.

Freed From The plane WAS ITS ties; promptly, it Began careering down the side of the roof, wooden tiles Gaining speed as tore off all around it, to sound off Not Giving a little thunderstorm unlikable. It Was More Than Enough to still frighten the chickens, WHO Scattered in confusion and ran in all directionslooking for shelter, and MOST Unleashing the Highest in Their piercing notes register.

At last, Leaving Behind What Was left of the roof, the plane Took to the air, free as a bird - only to end STI Later proud moments flight by crashing to the ground, Right Where a great big heap of manure miraculously WAS Rather Positioned to cushion the hard landing.

Jack, Matt and Chris hid behind crates and Wait Some old, spooked to Their bones, for Mike to emerge from the wreckage. A few seconds Pass That Seemed like eternity - Mike But at last, rubbing His head as I Stood up (and thinking of just how lucky it WAS DECIDED Not That He Had to use the roof of His Parents' house for the experiment), popped up in time to see His mom and dad glaring at him, pale to thirteen years, as he abandoned the rest of the disconsolate gang to their fates.

Four years went by, four years without any trace of Mike, except one occasion in all that time when he wrote to Jack, sending him a card which Jack guarded like a treasure, storing it in an old tea can that took on the aspect of a strongbox.

For Jack, without being entirely sure why, had suffered rather keenly in Mike’s absence, and often he would find himself thinking back to their old friendship…. as well as something else that he still could not quite give a name to. Alone at night, whenever he masturbated, his mind went searching for a certain touch, for certain caresses, while never quite gaining satisfaction…. Until at last he would have to bite his own lipsittle spare bedroom, as fast as his groggy steps would allow, heart pounding with a strange anticipation.

“Hey! Good morning, Jack!”

“Mike!?.... Mike! Mike…. I’ve missed ya so much, buddy!”

“Aww, shit.” Mike jumped out of bed and gathered Jack in his arms, still warm with the heat of the cozy bedsheets, and squeezed him with force for as long as might still be seemly for two young friends.

“Hang on, I just need a sec.”

Without blushing, Mike threw off his pajamas, allowing Jack a momentary glimpse of his friend’s perfect nudity…. Mike dressed himself in disorderly haste, fastening the last buttons of his shirt while they were going down the stairs. They hardly bothered with breakfast, sharing an orange juice and nothing more. They Were alone at last.

"Mike .... That's your car? "

" Yeah, It Was a present from Aunt Clarissa. What can I say - I've been spoiled rotten over there. "

They Laughed As They got in together.

the red Corvette I Drove slowly down the road, They breathe in the fresh morning air Announced That the beginnings of a sweltering hot day.

Mike's chatter ran on and on as I tried to Satisfy His curiosity down to the last detail.

"So Matt and Chris Are Both Their Own shacked up with girls now .... But what about you, Jack?
You is not gonna don't tell me you got your eyes on nobody .... Or That no one's got eyes for you, whould jump into the water. There was no way Jack would have been able to keep his friend from seeing the effect that his movements had had in the neighborhood of Jack’s own underpants…. not if he kept standing there; and so Jack dashed headlong to jump into the water first, less out of a spirit of competition than to hide the evidence of this untimely disturbance. They played at first with the innocence of children, and yet it proved only to be a prelude to more serious games…. Jack, despite all his efforts, could not suppress the shivers that ran through his body, brought on more by the transports of emotion than by the cold, though the water was certainly brisk enough; and he was driven to distraction by the force that constantly drew his gaze to Mike’s briefs, where he observed tTheir wetness dig a hat to reveal more and more of What They hid underneath. Mike

WAS having fun, and by and by I Began to joke, fully aware by now of the impression That WAS making His naked body on Our poor Jack.

"Jack, plow and cold, man? Get over here and let me warm up already! "Mike Laughed
Openly.

"Oh no, and do not, not gonna escape me .... I'm Stronger Than You! "Pursuing

And Jack, I finally dragged them both out of the water. Jack WAS powerless to resist as Mike Captured him in His embrace, forcing Jack to surrender as I pressed him Against His own body, Bringing His mouth precariously close to the boy's ear while I Whispered In His MOST sensual and Arousing voice:

"Jaeen years. He tasted Jack’s saliva, sucked on his tongue. Suffocating, almost unable to breathe, Jack gave in to a pleasure he had never been able to imagine, one that stiffened his cock to the point where it was ready to explode. And at last Mike allowed them to fall onto the blankets spread on the ground, where they yanked off each others’ underwear, cock pressed against cock, crazy with excitement, contorting themselves and desperately seeking for a way to quench this fire that consumed them both.

“Jack, suck me off…. Suck my dick, Jack.”

Jack did what he could, though he wasn’t sure how to do it well at all; he was taken by surprise by the taste of the warm, sticky fluid that soaked his mouth. Mike handed him a few of the napkins to wipe off his lips. With great affection, he curled up against Jack and began begging him like a child asking for his favorite toy.

“Let me fuck you now, Jack, please. I want ya to be mine, all mine…. Don’t be scared, I’ll go real slow. C’mon, don’t be afraid, you’re gonna see just how good it is…. Jack, let me make ya feel good.”

“Y-yeah, alright Mike. Take me please…. I wanna be yours…. Go ahead and fuck me.”

And though Jack’s words were slow to come, they only seemed to fire up the need that was burning between Mike’s legs. With a nervous gesture, he tore open a little packet with his teeth and produced a tube of cream; delicately, first with a finger, then with two, he lubricated the pink pucker that had becoing grip. It Was not use, a burning sensation Invaded His body, scalding him down there, and I very Nearly faint on the spot.

And yet, the Pain That On Our Suffering Inflicted Mike Jack WAS soon confounded with the Greatest delight .... At length, Mike, Though convulsed as by an electric shock, collapse and Lean over him inert, unable to move, His cock still erect from the extraordinary length and intensity of the pleasure. It Was Only

Now That I Began to feel guilty, I Had not Meant to take Jack with so much force, penetrating historical Almost friend with the impulse of a rapist .... With historical gentlest voice, I Began apologizing and begging for Forgiveness.

"Jack, darlin, do not be mad at me. I Could not Wait No Longer .... I Wasbout to go crazy! Please tell me it's alright, say we're still okay and ya know ... I'm sorry. Tell Me That You still want me, That I'm yours. "

And I added a Thousand Other whispers to this sweet little, secret words alone ... Meant for Jack.

Tenderly, Mike Began to explore Jack's mouth with tender little kisses, so sweet, so passionate, so tiny That They Hardly Touched His lips .... Kiss That soon inspired shudders of pleasure to run through Jack's body, His blue eyes lighting up. Little by little, I Began to recover historical erection breath Along with the Temporarily That Had only vanished. Mike, grinning happily, Once Again Began to dilate Jack's entrance. Jack Began to move, back arching historical, Offering more of Himself, He Was Completelyand Practice in secret with a number of historical Certain friends, night after night in the dorm rooms of the military school. I Had all the Abilities of a great lover to go Along with a great body, and I managed with Hardly Any Trouble load to shoot historical Into Jack's body for the third time. Jack, crushed beneath him this time, WAS Able to come off just the friction produced by historical body Being driven Into the ground.

By and by, the Day Came When It Was Time for Them to part ways and say goodbye, They did so Without Fear, Swearing to Each Other to meet up again soon.

One morning, eating breakfast by Jack WAS Himself, waiting for His mother to return home from church, Jack Began Touching Himself as His Thoughts Drifted again to Mike.

Slowly,Opened the door His mother and in flesh, Who Seem To Have taken on the aspect of a sleepwalker.

"Mama, What Happened, what's got you like this? Do not scare me, please .... "The poor woman

, Hardly Able to keep the words coming out Clearly, her voice paralyzed with sorrow, Grabber Jack and pressed him to her Closely, Beginning to cry.

"Mike, your friend Mike .... He Died in a car crash .... Some stupid dare That the students got up to .... "

" No, no .... Mama .... Aaah! No, oh God .... noooo! "



-------------- To His right, a little grove of aspens Appeared, Then the last curve Before the first houses of Signal Came Into view. Jack Force Himself to sing Some Of His favorite song

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Episode: 2 Title: "Jack you are mine" Pairing: Jack / Ennis Rating: Adult Language: English Author: Munnoch Disclaimer: Ennis, Jack, are the characters of Annie Proulx. I am very grateful for the honor that gives me power to live my illusions about them. Summary: Brokeback Moutain. Authors' Notes: carmenmariabs for whom I have the greatest admiration and without their help, advice and analysis on all of my text, I never would have dared to publish the following, for me, Carmen is not only my best beta, it is also my very dear friend. It is not snobbery, but being purely classical culture, I choose the songs that create those feelings in me, I need to live my emotions better. Music: The theme Prokofiev's ballet Romeo and Julieta "Montagues and Capulets" for this second chapter. Comments: Yes please, you are always welcome. ------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------- Jack looked inquiringly towards the west, the evening sunlight gilded the tops of the pine green with icy brilliance. The night would be cold. Further, the smooth silhouette of Ennis moved imperceptibly preparing his return. Impatiently waiting for Jack. Finally come the time to stop the pines without more would leave him arise and walk slowly on horseback, would look with his smiling eyes. - "I'm here." Jack wanted to manhood ardor.La Ennis appealed to him so that angusta

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Title: Never know where it leads our way.
Chapter: Jack the first time
Pairing: Jack / Ennis
Rating: Jack / Ennis
Language: English
Author: Munnoch
Disclaimer: Ennis, Jack, are Annie Proulx's characters. I am very grateful for the honor that gives me power to live my dreams with them.
Summary: Jack Remembers .
Authors' Notes: carmenmariabs for whom I have the greatest admiracióny without their help, advice and analysis on all of my text, neck I had dared to publish the following for me, Carmendam to see a half an hour later, dragging a small coffin, sweating like chunky carriers, face lit by a killer smile, Mike was not the child, forgive hum, which was not a man could easily impress as it should be a respected leader, was left speechless by recognizing the coffin last year, Mrs. Sarah Elizabeth Jones our old schoolteacher, was charged with their actions to the father of Matt. To avoid a lot of breakage of the head and many gallons of bitter coffee, (this is an undisguised reference to American cinema of the years 1950) because unfortunatelytakeoff. - "Jack get in the barn and pulled the cord out the window across the roof of the farm." So easy, as I'm telling.
Poor friend of mine, poor Jack, who suffers from vertigo, black step is the first to climb the window and then happy to release the string without looking down. Finally, after numerous failures by the guilt of the rope that stubbornly challenged cooperate, passage over the bridge, and fell across the roof of the farm, quickly dexterity to envy them the refined tea technicians of the TWA, nailed a peak of the rope to the tail of his avióny while Mikeoversees its elevation,
Jack, Matt and Chris united in a common effort, pulling the other peak on the opposite side. Sweating and cursing as heretics, heroically managed to almost balance the famous plane on the top of the roof. With the agility of a cat, no transition from the window onto the roof, Mike sat on his plane with some pride watching the outcome of your work!

- "Release the rope!" -

shouted vigorously. Thank goodness!, It was time, the order arrived in extremis, had dropped a few seconds after the rope, not for lack of strength if notChris, whose mother ate with great regularity with cabbage and bean soup, suffered permanent aerofagia the slightest effort, like an old fart moped provoking laughter from Jack and Mat, who lost all concentration forgot this this historic moment, and thus prevent cataclysmic Mike fulfill his odyssey.
ours Well we finally released the plane dragged from their bondage by their own weight, slid down the curve of the roof, taking more and more speed, tearing shingles from tossing large larch clatter around, causing mayhem size that he could not even compare to one of esas storms in Wyoming, are shaking up the same mountains. Terrified, the poor chickens, not knowing where to hide, ran screaming in all directions, disoriented and bagpipes in its higher notes. Arrows, master of his fate, it left what remained of the roof and jumped into the air.
Zarandeándose rapidly flew a few yards and finished his glorious journey, and afflicted with an unfortunate impact tip fell and sank into a pile of manure that miraculously cushioned its landing. Brave but not claim to be reckless, hiddenamp; oacute n no. All feared for their health, all believed to suffer a fatal and final attack, although collective memory, nor the child ever suffered discomfort, nor the much-feared attack. To the great surprise, looked at Mike, who not daring manure covered the slightest movement remained standing stoically in his airplane, and laughed, his laughter rat. - "I knew that one day serve for something." And again, with great dignity, straight as a pencil, pedaling away.
who found him the least grace was the father of Mike, who tiredby the behavior of his only heir, I feel hopelessly irretrievable, and without thinking, he decided to write to his sister Clarissa married to a wealthy Washington politician, to try to straighten Mike however slightly . For Claris received the news with more enthusiasm than desired for his severe father. Clarisa who unfortunately had lost all hope of being a mother one day, Mike hosted a delighted, like his own son. Women have a certain influence, had not the slightest difficulty that his nephew was admitted to a prestigious military academy. To the best of his thirteen years Mike said goodbye to his friends, qNDOS lips to keep from screaming his name. Your life you were only suffering, encouraging desperate thoughts, for frustrated love that would never own.

shyly peeking through the open window of her small room, the sun of his dim morning light playing through the branches of old aspen changing forms that drew gently stroked wake Jack. On her bedside table, the last letter from Mike that he wanted as usual a happy birthday, seventeen. Soft knocks on his door rang.
- Jack, my son you're awake? -Humm, when breast. "Baby, tietions a visit, "I can tell you up? - A visit, but time is it?

And without waiting for an answer, her steps away slowly down the steps of the narrow wooden staircase. Quick steps were heard strangers running up the stairs, intrigued Jack, was incorporated in his bed.

- Good morning Jack!

- Mike? ... Mike! Mike! - Shout your name

almost pain, and joy.

"You bastard!, What a surprise!

a leap out of bed, opened the door and lunged at Mike, hot with that gentle warmth that envelops us toout of bed, shook vigorously maybe longer than normal between two friends.

Without hesitation, took off his pajamas, offering the perfection of his nakedness to Mike that I admire in expert. Quickly dressed in a disorderly manner, finishing buttoning his shirt down the stairs, did not even want breakfast, orange juice anything else. Finally alone.

- Mike! Is it your car?

"If it is a gift from my Aunt Clarissa, I am corrupted by so many cuddles.

red Corvette convertible was strong and powerful. With the top down Mike drove slowly savoring the fresh morning breeze announcing a splendid sunny day camp; about girls, or murmur. Enough to swim, the place offered enough privacy, all surrounded by lush trees and bushes. That boy a little wild that Jack remembered so well, Mike did not keep more than that irresistible smile and gray eyes, large athletic, impeccable in his uniform of his military academy. Jack was very happy, overflowing with love without any possible doubt, Jack loved him so violently that an upset stomach knotted him pain.

- Jack we bathe? "

Rather it was an outright invitation ultimatum, undressed, standing in his underwear, they approached a stoneto it again and again kiss that mouth so desired, he furiously sucked his tongue, reveling, subjected him to force his twenties. Smothering and barely able to breathe, Jack could never imagine the pleasure that hardened her sex as if it were to explode, finally left the water and dropped down on the blankets, underwear were pulled to each other, sex against sex , fire, fire, crazy with excitement, squirming, writhing, modeled in one body.

-Jack, suck my dick, suck my cock. Puzzled

Jack, Mike grabbed the sex. Impressed by its enormous size slightly tubularI finished crushed by a cocoon convertible ovoidal innocently without experience, Jack took her into his mouth, slowly sucking it like a candy, surprised by the strange taste of that fine crystalline wire occasionally coming from his penis. More and more passionate, enjoying the delicious sucking, with discreet sucking noises, and suddenly surprised by a warm, sticky liquid that was spilled three times in his mouth full by corners of his mouth. Lying
as if inanimate Mike closed his eyes and sighed deeply, took a few minutes. While Jack spat copiously a bit disgusted, Mike ob; Oacute; varis sometimes invaded by a burning fever, an unbearable burn for a few seconds that made him lose consciousness. Fighting

, wanting to get rid of the powerful insight that kept him fused to Mike. Their efforts were in vain, Mike imprisoned in his arms and repeatedly lunged for his fiery ardor. The pain that Mike was the poor Jack, was both his most exciting pleasure, cumming a second time, deep inside your body.
Mike, and electrocuted by an electric shock, was inert, unwilling to move, still erect, the pleasure was long, very intense, exhausting. A guilty feeling overwhelmed by Mikp; oacute; n mastered, to be his love slave.

- "Mike come, go, give me more, fuck me, I like, I do not mind the pain, I'm yours."

His body was articulated as if possessed by a voodoo spell, Jack I discovered something I never suspected, he was vicious and Mike took him to taste forbidden paths, abused, hurt, loved and called him shamelessly.

- "Yeah, give me more, I want more, much more."

Besides being very well endowed, Mike, had adopted technique, a tea technique learned in secret algcut by her sobs.

- "... Mike, your friend Mike ... a fatal car race, a stupid bet ... students."

- "! No, No, ... mamaaa! By God, tell me no! "

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A your left, welcome shade lit by the white trunks of a grove of poplars, a final corner and the first houses of Signal. Jack strove to hum one of their favorite songs to clear his mind, to forget the past, it was necessary to forget, but ... How sand may forget a love destroyed as was yours?, dammit!, how? With a hoarse screech of wheels on the asphalt Jack stopped his pick-up near the convoy of Mr. Aguirre, against whom precisely, based on a lazy, flush with the hat covering his eyes, eyebrows, there was another boy, as Jack expected the job, he hoped that Mr. Aguirre arrived. Jack looked up and down, in detail - "Uhmmmmm! Not bad, not bad, I'd love to get their hands ... that great!, I do not take no shorts ...

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