Late Night Thoughts
Jack sat by the dying fire. His thoughts, as usual, were on Ennis. The other young man had already left to go back up to the sheep for the night and Jack had to fight the urge to join him.
He thought of Ennis' actions over the course of their meal. Had he imagined Ennis sneaking a quick glance now and then at the front of his jeans? He could also swear that he saw Ennis watching him when he bent over to pick up the whiskey bottle from the pack.
He had certainly noticed the front of Ennis' jeans and had caught a few glimpses of what lay inside when Ennis was bathing. He had spent many a night dreaming of either wrapping his lips around Ennis' cock and sucking the juice out of it, or having his ankles resting on those nice shoulders while Ennis rammed him deep.
Jack reached down and loosened his belt and opened his jeans. He reached inside and pulled his erection free and began to gently stroke it. He wanted Ennis bad and had been checking him out since laying eyes on him standing by the trailer back in Signal.
"Fuck me Ennis!" Jack whispered as his hand moved. "Fuck me harder!"
Minutes later, a gasping cry filled the air as Jack's seed gushed onto his belly.