Ennis grunted a response, rough hands gripping Jack's hips to hold hm steady enough for Ennis to thrust his spit slick cock into him. One of the horses whinnied deep in the barn. Ennis drew his head in to Jack's shoulder, whoofing softly himself as he breeched Jack's resistance and thrust in to the hilt. He stilled for a moment, taking pleasure from the tight angle, before easing back to ram forward again, his right hand creeping down to take hold of Jack's cock, as much to stroke him as to keep him from rutting against the wall in front of him.