Brokeback Island

The next morning, Mark did his chores in a haze of lust and anticipation. Would he see Vaughn today? And what would happen?

Meanwhile, Vaughn was negotiating with Mirabelle over the terms of an upcoming animal shipment. He adjusted himself restlessly in the chair, his manhood swollen with lust underneath his tight black jeans, as she blathered on and on about some minor detail. He longed for release, and the frumpy middle aged woman in front of him just irritated him. He finally blew her off rudely, telling her she could take the deal or leave it. She just stared after him as he strode out the door, heading for the rundown old farm to the north. He narrowed his eyes and looked around the farm, arching an eyebrow when he noticed that the door to the henhouse straight ahead was slightly ajar. He approached confidently, entering and slamming the door behind him.

Mark turned around, surprised, dropping the chicken feed he had been holding. Vaughn shoved him up against the wall. The hens squawked and fussed, but Vaughn seemed to pay no mind. He pushed down on Mark's shoulders, making him kneel in front of him, then he swiftly unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. He pressed it up suddenly to Mark's lips. "Open up," he demanded. Mark complied willingly, taking it inside his mouth and sucking furiously. He relaxed his throat just in time, for Vaughn arched his back and plunged his cock deep into Mark's mouth right at that moment. Mark made a muffled noise of surprise, but continued to service Vaughn eagerly. He gripped at Vaughn's upper thighs, marveling at how firm and taut the muscles there were.

Vaughn reached down, knocking Mark's baseball cap off. He ran his fingers through Mark's soft blonde hair, then twined them there and tugged viciously. He gave a throaty sex cry and then jerked his hips back suddenly. The tip of his hardness was just outside Mark's lips as he released, and his hot essence spilled out, some splashing onto Mark's face. Vaughn gave one last satisfied grunt, then pulled away slightly. Mark was licking his lips and wiping his face, and Vaughn narrowed his eyes as he looked down on him. "Clean me up," he commanded, and Mark gave a shiver, leaning forward and lapping up the stream of thick liquid that still remained on Vaughn's manhood. He looked up at Vaughn as he did so, with wide, eager to please eyes. He swore that he could see some flicker of emotion flit through Vaughn's eyes, but Vaughn quickly shut them, grunting approvingly.

"Good job," he said brusquely as he tucked himself back into his jeans, refastening everything. He turned and strode out of the henhouse without another word. Mark stared after him for a moment, then his hands were fumbling desperately at his own pants. He pulled out his twitching, needy hardness, which was already wet at the tip from his excitement. He replayed the whole incident in his head as he pumped frantically at himself. He slightly edited details in his memory to imagine that Vaughn ended the session by pulling him to his feet and giving him a long, lingering kiss, plunging his tongue deep inside his mouth so that he could taste himself there. Mark shuddered furiously, crying out sharply as he came. His release spurted up out of him, landing on the hay at his knees. He rocked back on his heels for a moment, savoring the sensation.

Then he continued on with his day. He went to the beach as soon as it got dark, and was delighted to see Vaughn brooding in the moonlight, sitting on a boulder in the shadows with his arms crossed over his chest. He was still slightly intimidated by the man, and approached cautiously. Vaughn heard the crunching of his feet in the sand, and whipped his head to look at him. He glanced away again, keeping his arms folded impassively across his chest. Mark wavered, wondering if Vaughn did not want him again. Trembling with both desire and fear, but propelled on by his attraction to the rough cowboy, he forced himself to continue walking towards him.

He knelt submissively in front of Vaughn, placing his hands on top of his jean clad thighs. He leaned forward, nuzzling his face into Vaughn's lap for a moment. Vaughn reacted swiftly, unbuckling his belt as Mark fumbled to get his zipper down. Vaughn quickly eased his tight jeans partway down his hips, and his erection sprung forward, almost hitting Mark in the face. Mark just responded by encircling one hand around it, then layering his mouth over the head.

Vaughn groaned and grunted in pleasure, pressing on the back of Mark's head to make him take more. After a few minutes of pleasuring, Mark could tell by the erratic gasps and spasmodic movements that Vaughn was making that release was imminent. He looked up at Vaughn, shuddering when he saw the intense look of raw desire on his face. "You want me to come all over your face again?" Vaughn asked him huskily.

Mark broke his mouth away long enough to speak. "You can do whatever you want to me," he murmured as he continued to stroke rapidly at Vaughn with one hand. He covered Vaughn's cock once more with his mouth just in time, for Vaughn was coming hard in that instant, overwhelmed with ecstasy by what Mark had just said to him. His release filled Mark's mouth, hot and sweet, and Mark swallowed happily. He gave Vaughn's length a few last lashes with his tongue to clean off every trace of release, then pulled away, wiping at the corners of his mouth with the tips of his fingers. He sat back on his heels.

Vaughn gazed down on him, his stare unwavering and his expression impassive as he tucked himself away. He gave a low laugh. "You're really something," he muttered. Mark took this as the compliment it was intended to be, the unexpected praise making him feel bold enough to reach down and unfasten his pants. He pulled his aching hardness out, and began stroking at it before Vaughn could protest.

Vaughn just watched him masturbate, looking amused but also slightly aroused by the display at his feet. Mark stroked his length faster. Being able to do this while looking at Vaughn was incredibly erotic to him, a hundred times better than just reliving memories of their encounters later. He stared up reverently at the silver haired cowboy, like a devout worshipper at the knees of his deity. Vaughn felt this sentiment clearly, and was greatly flattered by it. Mark swiftly reached the breaking point, moaning and whimpering as he came. His release burst out of him powerfully in arcs, landing on the sand in front of him. He trembled and moaned softly, closing his eyes.

Vaughn's breath hitched in his throat, as he felt himself getting incredibly turned on by the performance. His cock twitched and sprung to life once more beneath his jeans, and he was contemplating how he could take the young farmer once more when the ferry sounded its horn from offshore. "Shit," Vaughn muttered, feeling pissed off and disappointed to be denied what he wanted. He stood up, irritated at the ferry, and Mark hurried to tuck himself back in his pants and then stood up as well. Mark hesitated for a moment, not sure what to say or do now.

"See you next week," Vaughn smirked, then strode past him to walk onto the dock. Mark trembled with pleasure, nodding happily at the figure of the retreating cowboy, then scurried off for home.