By 5 o'clock, Jack was sweating profusely. He kept wiping his palms down his denim thighs to dry them. Good thing it was Casual Friday. He could not treat his dress pants this cavalierly.
Once home, he brushed his teeth, washed his face, and decided not to shave. He changed into yet another clean blue shirt, ran a polishing cloth over the toes of his boots, and checked the clock every 30 seconds. It was still only 5:30. He went to the bathroom medicine cabinet and shook out two TUMS tablets into his hand. He chewed slowly, hoping it would help settle him.
He was to meet Ennis at 6:30 over at the Dog and Duck Tavern. The clientele was a bit upscale there but they had pool tables, dart boards, and shuffle board. He figured they could play some of these male bonding type games when the silences between them became unbearable.
If he was honest with himself, he'd admit that he chose the place because they had low lighting, and high backed booths. They could get to know each other without every person in the place seeing and hearing their every word. Jack hoped they could get through this night without any major misunderstandings. He was scared as shit.
He could not sit down. Couldn't do it. So he reasoned, he'd just go ahead on over there, get himself a table where he could watch the door, and drink a draft and calm down before brown, uh, Ennis came in.
Jack pushed through the heavy wooden door, into the dim interior. The first sight that met his eyes, was Ennis sitting at a table, watching the door.
Jack's smile was spontaneous and brilliant. Ennis' matched it watt for watt.
Ennis stood up. Jack reached out to shake the man's hand. "You're early."
"You too." They both blushed, but in the gloom, probably nobody saw it but them. Ennis realized that he was still holding Jack's hand. He quickly dropped it as the waitress walked up carrying a stack of menus. "I see you found your friend. Are you ready for a booth now?"
She got them situated with water, beers and menus. Both said they were starving. When their food came, they ignored it and talked non-stop. They found they did not share the same hobbies or interests, but were desperate to find a good reason to spend a lot of time together. It was decided that Ennis would take Jack fishing the next weekend, and teach him the finer points of his love for the outdoors.
Jack wanted Ennis to come over, see his garden, his cars and workshop, and even cook a meal with him. He was surprised, but could not deny, that he wanted this man in his life, his daily life. Ennis wasn't dragging his feet either.
Several times their server came over to ask if the food was alright; if they would like to have something else instead. By 7:30 they were ashamed of hogging this booth, where actual diners could have a meal, and use the space as it was intended. "Let's get out of here." suggested Jack. Ennis just nodded, looking Jack directly in the eye.
As they walked side by side to Jack's truck, it began to sprinkle lightly. "This is my fault." Jack said. "Yeah? What is?" enquired a confused Ennis.
"The rain. I washed my truck last night."
"Oh. OH, I'd better close my truck windows then, since you jinxed the weather, Jack."
They got in Jack's truck and Ennis directed him to where he'd parked his vehicle. After closing it up tight and locking it, he jumped back into the truck with Jack. "Where to?" he asked.
"I have no fuckin idea. You?"
"Yeah, head out to the airport, okay?" So with a destination in mind, they began driving down the road.
"What's doing at the airport? Something special?"
"No, it's just that ever since I was a kid, I'd come out there along the fence, under the flight path, and watch the planes take off and land. The different colors of lights, the roar of the jets, it's exciting and calming all at the same time."
"Okay, I'm in. I'll try anything you like to do, Ennis." Jack knew he was sending a double message, but he couldn't help himself. Ennis' head jerked up and he squinted, as if to say, 'Is he saying what I think he's saying?'
The conversation faltered, and Ennis was having a highly emotional argument with himself inside his head. 'What the fuck am I doing in this guy's truck? Why didn't I drive my own and follow him? I don't know him from Adam, he could be a serial killer for all I know. Jesus, I'm fucked! ' Even thinking that word got his dick to stirring, and he became almost frantic with confusion and desire. "Here, Jack, turn west down this road along the airport, we'll go around to the south, and lie right under the flight path."
"Are you sure it's not dangerous, Ennis?"
"Naw, nothing even a little bit bad ever happens out here. You got a blanket?"
Jack flinched, and his dick stirred in hope; but hope for what he didn't know. Then he remembered the quilted movers blanket he had in the tool box in the truck bed. He kept it there in case he needed to kneel or lie on the ground to change a flat, or make a repair to the truck.
It was pitch black out there. Ennis showed him where to pull over. He shut off the engine, and got out, stretched his arms overhead. The tingle in his cock kept reminding him that something exciting could happen any minute.
He unlocked the tool box and pulled out the blanket. He shook it free of dust and debris. Ennis took the blanket and placed it in front of the truck for safety sake. Here, they were protected from any other vehicle that might enter into this space in the darkness and be unable to see two people on the ground.
Jack grabbed the half case of beer and their doggie bags of cold burgers and fries. They sat side by side on the blanket munching on the food that till now had been ignored. They ate the cold food and drank the warm beer and nothing had ever tasted better in their entire lives. They said nothing for a good ten minutes, chewing quietly, they allowed themselves to just Be.
Suddenly the lights came on in a pattern that was rushing right at them, blue and white and glaring. Their whole world was lit up like the Strip in Las Vegas. Jack heard himself gasp at the sudden beauty of it. And then came the roar.
Jack felt Ennis' hands on him, pulling him down to the ground.
"Jack, lie back, just look straight up into the sky with me. Feel the throb of the earth under us,"
While they watched, the belly of the plane came in to view, climbing, straining, reaching toward heaven, and then some doors slowly screeched open and the plane pulled its wheels up inside itself, and the doors closed.
Jack was breathless, in awe of what he had just seen and felt. He raised up on his elbows and looked at Ennis, who was still lying flat with his eyes closed. Jack realized that they were tightly clenching each other's hands.
Without another thought, Jack pulled Ennis' hand to his mauth and began to nibble on his knuckles. He bit harder and harder, but soon the biting turned to kissing; and from kissing to sucking. Ennis opened his honey chocolate eyes and watched Jack, his breath hitching in his chest.
"I want to kiss you so bad." breathed Ennis in an almost inaudible whisper.
"You can do anything you want to me." Jack agreed. His pulse had quickened till his breathing was already ragged, and shaky.
Ennis turned to face Jack, he pushed him back down to the blanket, and drew closer and closer to his face. Unsure of his angle, Ennis hesitated one second longer than Jack could stand, so he raised his head up to meet Ennis' and softly placed his lips on him. They met lips to lips. Two men. Softly and warmly. Ennis realized that he was surprised. As his confidence grew, he became more demanding. He kissed and sucked Jack's lips. Needing more contact, he pulled the entire length of his body up on Jack's and they were almost of a size. They matched perfectly.
The sublime fire flared in his cock, and sang through his veins on super heated blood. He ground against Jack for friction, and when he moved he felt Jack's erection pressing into him, alongside his own. Ennis became aware that Jack was pressing upward, as he was pressing down. He then slid side to side, oh god, oh god. Ennis was hunching on Jack, and he realized that Jack was bucking his hips up for as much contact as he could get. They were both experimenting with this joyous feeling.
"Uh, I don't know . . Oh. Jack, No, I . . " too late, Ennis realized that he was there, and could not stop the soaring flight of his first mega-orgasm and it was with a man. (as if there would ever be a second one . . Jack would hate him now, for his perverted desires.)
But Jack was reaching a plateau of his own, and cried out, clutching Ennis even tighter, rubbing against this man and bucking his hips with wild abandon.
"Oh fuck, oh god, ennis, ennis, ennis!" Jack strained into the pleasure for all he was worth, and for a finale, shuddered into joyous limp noodle status.
Both were still holding each other tightly, Ennis still on top. Jack opened his eyes, took one look at Ennis and smiled his major watt smile.
"Whut?" asked Ennis.
"We both are a sticky mess inside our pants, but I've never been happier."
"What happened here? Am I gay now? Are you?"
"Don't know, Ennis. I wasn't gay before yesterday morning when you drove into my life. Were you gay before then?"
"Naw, I eyeballed a few men, wondered about them, but never did anyone cause me to take one step toward them . . . or want more than to just look."
"No one?"
"Till yesterday morning, Jack."
"And you want more with me? Cause I do. I want to see and do everything with you, Ennis. And I don't even know what 'everything' is."
"Me neither."
"Can I look at you?" When Ennis was silent, Jack took that for agreement and turned them over so Ennis' back was flat on the ground. Jack began to unbuckle and unzip . . . Ennis was spent, for sure, but this man's greedy hands on his fly caused his dick to begin filling up again. Ennis raised himself up on his elbows so he could watch Jack.
"Oh, my god, Ennis. What you do to me. Can I suck you?"
Ennis thought he would pass out. This was his all time fantasy, and Jack was offering to fulfill it right here and now. Ennis began to protest about the stickiness of his dick, but his words faded away at the first exploratory lick and suck from Jack Twist's hot mouth. Ennis was no longer aware of his actions, he grabbed into Jack's lush hair and held securely to this man who was sucking and kissing him like he'd dreamed of since he was 14 years old. This was even better than any fantasy he could make up. He began to fuck Jack's mouth, and heard him gag. Apologetically, he pulled back. But Jack grabbed him around his thighs and ass and pulled him right back in. Ennis knew he was lost for all time. He would need this forever, he was home.
Jack's needy cock was leaking all over his favorite underwear again. In a moment of clarity, Ennis realized that he was the only one getting such good attention. He pushed Jack's face away momentarily, and said, "Let me move over, like this." He presented his face to where he could open Jack's belt and zipper, and pull out Jack's cock. He grabbed the base and pulled toward his mouth, to lick and suck every inch of Jack.
As they neared their finale, Ennis didn't know whether to concentrate on the pleasure Jack was giving him, or the pleasure he was giving Jack. It was impossible to decide. In one more second, it became a moot point, as Jack began to try to pull away. He said "Ennis, Ennis, I can't stop, … .. coming."
Ennis knew he had a decision to make, he'd read about this, how some loved it, others could never get past it. He wanted this. He wanted it all. So as Jack spurted his semen, Ennis swallowed it all and lapped until Jack was spent, and Ennis happy he'd succeeded. As Jack softened, Ennis was renewed.
Jack returned to sucking Ennis and exploring behind his balls with his fingers. This zinged Ennis into the stratosphere immediately, and he shot the most he ever had. Jack had a bit of a hard time keeping up with the volume, but he made up for it with noises.
With Ennis yelling, "Fuck, fuck, oh Jack, oh god." Jack was equally loud with his "Umms" and loud slurping.
They both fell limply where they were, but soon, this was not enough for Jack. "Come up here, want to see your face." They shifted back and Jack wrapped his arms around Ennis and held tightly to him, and they settled on their sides facing each other. The exertions of the evening won out and they slept like innocent babes.
The roar of a plane woke them around three a.m. and Jack suggested they go to his house and sleep in a real bed. They did.
Around 7 a.m. Ennis woke to a full bladder, and poked around in the semi dark to find the bathroom. He relieved himself and headed back to bed.
Jack woke enough to ask "Do you have to be anywhere this morning?" to which he answered with a negative shake of his head. They wrapped their arms around each other and snuggled back to sleep.
End of chapter 2
Tbc