Brokeback Island

Mark woke up the next morning, still in Vaughn's arms. The older man had his face nuzzled into the crook between Mark's neck and shoulder. He was still sleeping heavily, and Mark just lay still, enjoying the feeling of being in his strong embrace. Vaughn's arm was draped across Mark's waist, gripping him possessively. Mark sighed happily and closed his eyes once more.

After about twenty minutes, Vaughn began to stir. He lifted his arm up to stretch, and Mark took the opportunity to roll towards him in the bed. "Good morning," he whispered, smiling softly at Vaughn.

Vaughn yawned and stretched. "Mornin'," he grunted.

"Do you want me to make some breakfast now?" Mark asked shyly.

Vaughn smirked. "No, I have something else for you to do..." he trailed off, and Mark instinctively looked down below the cowboy's waist. Vaughn's manhood was hugely swollen with morning arousal, and he held it by the base, seemingly offering it to Mark. Mark moaned and bit his lip, then reached out one hand to touch it. He slid his fingers over the slippery wetness at the tip, then continued to touch further down, stroking his hand over the massive organ.

"Oh, Vaughn...you're so big..." he whispered, and then he squeaked as Vaughn leaned in and began kissing his mouth roughly. He pulled his face away a few inches, out of the kiss, then let go of Vaughn's cock and covered his own mouth with his hand. "Oh! I haven't brushed my teeth yet!"

Vaughn yanked his wrist away from his mouth, urgently guiding it back to his erection, then grabbed him by the back of the head, forcing him back into the kiss. His tongue probed Mark's mouth, hot and needy. Mark finally gave up resisting and relaxed into the kiss, sighing and moaning into Vaughn's mouth. He moved his hand gingerly up and down Vaughn's hardness, marveling at the sheer size of it. It seemed even bigger first thing in the morning than it did at other times. He was barely able to encircle the girth with his hand; he was only able to meet his thumb and longest finger together around it.

Vaughn broke away from his lips to kiss Mark's neck. "Ungh..." he groaned. "I want to fuck you so bad." Mark squealed as Vaughn nipped at his earlobe, then snaked his tongue into Mark's ear. "Straddle me," Vaughn breathed huskily into his ear, and Mark moaned brokenly, then moved with the cowboy as he rolled on his back. Mark spread his slim white thighs across Vaughn's hips, then leaned forward to retrieve the lubricant from the bedside stand. He quickly slicked Vaughn down, then inserted two of his own fingers inside of himself, knowing that he would need just a little prepping to get ready for Vaughn's "morning surprise."

Once he felt like he was ready, he positioned himself over Vaughn's cock. Vaughn cupped the boy's ass with his hands, spreading him slightly while digging his nails in and pulling downwards to penetrate him. The swollen head of his cock pressed up against Mark's slippery entrance, and Mark gave a long exhale as he sat himself down onto it. "Oh!" he cried out as Vaughn began to breach him. "Ah! It's...it's so big!" He bit his lip and gave an agonized cry as he tried to accommodate Vaughn's larger than normal girth. "I...I can't...it won't fit..." he cried, tears starting to form in his eyes as he felt himself being stretched beyond comfort. He was surprised and ashamed at his struggle, as he had been able to take Vaughn on so many occasions with no problem whatsoever. But the additional girth was proving to be more than he could handle. It was only halfway in, and he paused, wanting to get off of it so badly, but wanting to fully please Vaughn at the same time. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he agonized over what to do.

"Shhh..." Vaughn whispered, being surprisingly comforting. "Just relax...don't go any further yet. Just relax." Mark nodded, breathing deeply. They stayed still for a full minute, then Mark nodded again and began to ease himself down farther. He made it another inch and then gave a sharp yelp. Vaughn stroked gently at his hip. "You're almost there." Mark bit his lip, then kept going. He gave a deep sigh of relief as he made it all the way down.

"Ohhh..." Vaughn groaned in delight. "You feel like heaven..." he murmured, and Mark sighed happily, then began to rock against him. They moved slowly against each other; Vaughn respecting the little farmer's struggle and going easy on him in light of it. He reached out at stroked gently at Mark's manhood, which had deflated slightly in reaction to the pain of penetration. Under Vaughn's touch, it quickly hardened and stood out proudly from his body, demanding release.

"Oh! Vaughn!" Mark cried softly, throwing his head back as he eased himself up and down on the cowboy's length. "Oh! Just like that!"

"Like this?" Vaughn asked huskily, rubbing his thumb on the underside of Mark's erection as he stroked the entire shaft.

"Oh, yes..." Mark moaned. "Oh...it's perfect...mmm..." He pressed his lips together and hummed slightly as he enjoyed the sensation. "Oh...I love how you fuck me..." he breathed. Vaughn groaned in delight, tilting his hips in a rhythm as Mark began to ride him a little harder. "Oh...ohhh...Vaughn...I'm gonna come...Vaughn...Vaughn!" Mark ended with a sharp cry, then his hot release spurted forth from his body, raining out in a low arc and splashing onto Vaughn's stomach. Vaughn continued to pull at him, getting the last drops out of him, then gave a deep groan and gripped onto Mark's hip with his free hand, arching his back and pressing up furiously into him.

"Oh...fuck..." he managed to groan, then exploded inside of Mark. He closed his eyes tightly as his orgasm shook his body, covering him from head to toe with pleasure. He slowly opened his eyes after a while, and reached out, pulling the little farmer down to lay on his chest. Mark sighed happily, kissing at the bare skin of Vaughn's chest. They stayed together for a while before continuing on with their day.

There was a fireworks festival that evening, and Mark and Vaughn headed there as soon as they were done with their respective work. Even though Vaughn did not order him to, Mark made sure he was a few steps behind Vaughn, so as not to raise suspicions with other islanders. But apparently, this was not what Vaughn wanted, as the tall cowboy abruptly stopped in his tracks, causing Mark to almost barrel into him. The little farmer stumbled and staggered, nearly losing his balance.

"Why are you lagging behind?" Vaughn grunted. "Walk next to me."

"Are you sure?" Mark asked, his voice trembling a little. "I thought maybe you would want it to seem like we weren't together."

Vaughn snorted. "Why would I want that?"

Mark stuttered a little, looking down at the ground as he finally fell in step with Vaughn. "I don't know...I just thought maybe...you know...you wouldn't want people to know that we're..." He trailed off.

"Fucking?" Vaughn asked, and then had a hearty laugh at the shocked expression on Mark's face. "Listen, I don't give a damn what anyone thinks about me. And besides, just because we walk in together doesn't mean that we're fucking each other. You give other people way too much credit. All these fuckers are too dumb to notice anything going on around this island other than their own pathetic lives." Vaughn gave a derisive snort, pulling his hat down over his eyes. Mark just nodded quietly, skipping a little to keep up with Vaughn's long strides.

Vaughn cast a glance at him. "Heh...you look like a little puppy dog following me around. I wish I had a leash I could drag you around by."

"I'd wear a leash for you," Mark breathed.

Vaughn's eyes flashed, and he regarded the blonde with an intrigued look. "Hmmm...are you sure about that? It'd be pretty humiliating."

"You can do anything you want to me," Mark said, quietly. "I just want to make you happy."

Vaughn felt his cock twitch to life underneath his tight black jeans. Mark's complete submission to him never failed to arouse him. He cleared his throat, surreptitiously readjusting himself. "Well, we don't have to take it that far...but maybe I'll put a dog collar on you when we're at home." He looked over at Mark, narrowing his eyes at him in a way that was both seductive and slightly threatening. Mark shivered, feeling himself getting aroused as well. The fact that Vaughn had referred to Mark's house as "home" was just as pleasing. It was a sign that the cowboy really saw him as a partner, and not just a sex object.

They arrived at the meadow, and staked out a nice spot under a tree. Vaughn leaned back against the trunk, stretching his long legs out in front of him. Mark settled down beside him, folding his legs neatly underneath him and plaiting his fingers together in his lap. They looked up at the dark sky and waited expectantly for the fireworks to start.

Much to Vaughn's annoyance, he spied Mirabelle waddling over. "Oh my, oh my. Isn't this nice? I'm so glad that you two finally became friends. I was so worried that you were never going to hit it off!"

Vaughn smirked, feeling a little bold. "Yeah, we hit it off, all right," he grunted. "He's a great fuck."

Mirabelle's eyes widened and her mouth gaped open. She was rendered incapable of speech for a full minute, which Vaughn noted to himself had to be a record for the annoying old biddy. "W-w-w-what did you say? Oh my goodness, oh my. Oh my." She placed a hand absentmindedly on her cheek, then wandered off, toddling a little, as if in great shock.

Vaughn chuckled and snorted at her retreating figure. He turned to look at Mark, who was blushing deeply, his mouth slightly open. "Oh, now don't you act all shocked. Hey," Vaughn reached under Mark's chin, tilting it up to him. "You said you'll do anything to make me happy, right?" Mark nodded solemnly, his blush fading a bit. "Well, that made me very happy. That fat old bitch has been getting on my nerves my whole life. It felt good to shock her." Mark bit his lip, smiling a little. "There's a good boy," Vaughn cooed, then leaned in and gave him a rough kiss. When he pulled away, Mark's blush had returned. "You're so fucking cute," Vaughn grunted, making Mark blush deeper.

Just then, the fireworks began. Mark gasped in delight at the beautiful explosions of light in the sky. As the show went on, he leaned into Vaughn, who just chuckled and pulled him in close with one arm.

When the show was over, they returned home to eat some supper. They were both very hungry, as it had been quite some time since lunch. Mark worked industriously in the kitchen, while Vaughn poked around Mark's bookshelf, getting a laugh over the romance novels he found there. Finally, Mark called Vaughn to the table and they sat down together to eat.

"Ugh! What the hell...?" Vaughn cried out angrily. Mark looked up in surprise. "There's fucking carrots in this!" Vaughn exclaimed in disgust, dropping his spoon back into his stew.

"Oh! You don't like carrots?" Mark asked, stammering a little.

"Hate 'em," Vaughn grunted. Mark looked completely agonized as he wondered over what to do, and Vaughn gave a smirk. "Don't stress about it. I'll just pick 'em out."

"Are you sure?" Mark asked. "I can make you something else."

"Naw," Vaughn said. "I'm hungry now. I'll eat this."

"I'm sorry," Mark apologized once more. "I won't ever make anything with carrots in it again."

Vaughn chuckled as he dropped one of the chunks of offending vegetable onto his plate. "Good." An idea sparkled in his mind, and he looked back up at Mark, an evil gleam in his eye. "But you know, I'm gonna have to punish you for this."

He could hear the sharp intake of breath come from Mark. "Oh! Yes...yes, I understand. I need to be punished."

"That's a good boy," Vaughn cooed. "If I don't punish you, you'll just keep making the same mistakes, won't you?" Mark nodded solemnly, enjoying playing along with Vaughn's game. "Hmph," Vaughn snorted, greatly pleased. They finished eating their dinner in silence, both giddily contemplating the course of the evening.

After Mark cleared up the dishes, he turned to face Vaughn, awaiting his instructions. "Get on the bed," Vaughn commanded, and Mark scrambled to obey, lying facedown on the bed. Vaughn walked over beside him, and ordered him to pull his pants down partway. Mark complied, reaching underneath himself and quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, then pulling them and his underwear to just below his ass. Vaughn groaned at the sight of his perfectly round little ass, but cleared his throat, trying not to give away his need just yet.

He reached out, fondling Mark's ass for a moment. He slid one finger teasingly between, tracing it down to the place where his thigh began. Mark whimpered and thrust his hips back towards Vaughn, eager for more. "No!" Vaughn commanded, giving him a sharp swat. Mark cried out pitifully, and dropped his pelvis back onto the bed. He turned his head to look at Vaughn, looking piteous with need. "Face into the mattress," Vaughn ordered. Mark whimpered softly, then obeyed, pressing his face into the bedcovers.

"You are such a bad fucking slut," Vaughn sneered, pacing back and forth a little. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Fuck me, please," Mark begged, his voice muffled.

"Quiet!" Vaughn yelled. "I wasn't asking you." Mark gave a soft whimper and a sigh. "I think you need a whipping," Vaughn hissed, making Mark moan, a sound that was both scared and needy at the same time. Vaughn got up close to the bed, getting one knee up on it and leaning in. He raised a hand, and then spanked Mark sharply, making him cry out. He repeated the action, several times over. Each blow made a satisfying smacking noise, which were punctuated with Mark's cries and sobs. Mark's little ass quickly became red and swollen.

"Oh, please!" Mark cried. "Please fuck me," he begged, and it was unclear to Vaughn whether he wanted the fucking as an alternative to getting spanked, or if the spanking had gotten him so hot that it was unbearable to wait any longer. Vaughn got his answer when he flipped Mark over and saw his throbbing, engorged erection. "Please..." Mark repeated, begging with all his heart. Vaughn gave a little growl and then ripped his pants the rest of the way off. He quickly undressed himself, then lubricated his aching erection. Mark lay back on the bed, bending his splayed knees up towards his chest, offering himself to Vaughn. Vaughn got into position, then eased himself into that intoxicatingly tight space.

He grunted, pushing himself deeper. "Ah...ah...oh..." Mark cried softly, in such a cute way, that Vaughn thought he would burst from the sound alone. As Vaughn pumped in and out of Mark's ass, Mark reached down and took hold of himself, stroking his length. Vaughn felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm, as the little farmer underneath him mewed and whimpered with pleasure, spurring him on.

"You getting close?" Vaughn grunted, his silver hair bouncing into his eyes as he thrust wildly. Mark just answered with a series of gasps that increased in volume, as he pumped furiously at his length. The little farmer threw his head back and gave a high pitched cry as he climaxed, his hot release spurting up in several gushes. It spilled down over his hand, and onto his stomach. Vaughn watched, enraptured, then pulled out and finished himself off over Mark's body, exploding all over Mark's own release.

Vaughn collapsed down onto Mark, breathing hard. After they had recovered a little, Vaughn moved off and they cleaned up. Vaughn flopped back down onto the bed, then rolled Mark towards him and held him in his arms. Mark sighed with satisfaction and pressed his face into Vaughn's chest, while Vaughn rested his chin on the top of Mark's head.

He struggled with something he wanted to say for a while, then finally just came out with it. "You know...you know that all that mean shit I say and do...it's just a game to get me hot, right? I don't...I don't really think you're a slut and all that. "

Mark breathed out. "I know," he said quietly, wiggling up a little closer to Vaughn.

"Good. Because...I...I...I care about you. I would never hurt you for real." He gave a long exhale. "It's just so fucking hot to pretend."

Mark nodded a little. "I like it, too."

Vaughn was quiet for a little while. "I...want you to be all mine. Only mine."

Mark sighed happily. "I am. I belong to you."

The two men lay together in comfortable silence, enjoying the time they had together until Vaughn had to leave on the ferry. Vaughn closed his eyes and squeezed the little farmer tight. What was this feeling? Was he falling in love with Mark?