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.


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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