Brokeback Island

Chapter 20

As they got out of the shower and dried themselves off, Mark was startled to hear the phone ring. It had never, ever rung once since he had lived there. He didn't even think Vaughn had a phone. Vaughn just nonchalantly walked over to the side table and picked up the receiver. "Hello?" he grunted. He proceeded to grunt his way through the rest of the conversation, much to Mark's amusement.

When he hung up, Mark queried, "What was that all about?"

"Julia. She says the animal shop will be closed tomorrow, so I've got another day off."

"Why is it closed?"

Vaughn rolled his eyes. "Because Julia and her fat mom are going back to our hometown to celebrate Fall Harvest there." He snorted. "Waste of time."

Mark clasped his hands together. "I want to go!"

Vaughn stared at him. "Why? Fall Harvest fucking sucks. Ever been to one? People throw a bunch of garbage in a big pot and then eat it. Ugh. And some dumb fuck always throws about ten pounds of carrots in there just to piss me off. Usually Denny." He rolled his eyes again. "Trust me, it sucks ass."

Mark still looked up at him with gleaming eyes. "I still want to go," he breathed. "I want to see where you're from."

"Huh? Really? Well, I guess..." In truth, Vaughn was rather flattered that the boy was that interested in where he came from. "Well, whatever. We can take the early train there. It's about an hour out. You won't need to pack; we can take the late train back." Mark nodded happily, and Vaughn smirked.

The next morning, they boarded the train together. "So what's your family like?" Mark asked.

Vaughn snorted. "Stupid." He stared out the window, but when he looked back at Mark, he saw that he was still waiting patiently for more of an answer than that. He sighed. "You've already met Mirabelle and Julia, and you've seen what dumb cunts they are." Mark stifled a surprised laugh. "What? They are. Uh, then there's my mom. She's like Mirabelle, but even more annoying. My dad's dead. All the men in my family are. I'm the oldest one left." He snorted. "That's pretty pathetic. So, it's a lot of fucking women. I get a headache just thinking about it. I have a couple of male cousins, but I don't even remember their names. Jack? Calvin, maybe? Anyway, who cares. They don't come around no more either." He ended with a grunt and turned back to stare out the window.

Mark sat in silence, swinging his legs a little. Vaughn realized that he was supposed to say something. "Uh, what about you? Got any family?"

"No."

"Lucky."

Mark sighed heavily. "I wish it were that easy. Well, see, I was raised by my grandma. My dad got my mom pregnant when they were only 15. They went to live with her family, but right after I was born they kicked them out, and my dad came back to my grandma with me and just dropped me off. Said, 'I can't do it.' And that was the last she saw of him." He swung his legs a little more.

Vaughn felt sorry for the little blonde. "Well, you've got your grandma, right? Or...did she...?"

Mark shook his head, giving a sad laugh. "No, she's still alive...technically. She started acting weirder and weirder when I was a teenager. One day, I came home and she was eating the cat's food. I called the hospital, and they took her in. They diagnosed her with Alzheimer's, and put her in the memory care unit at the nursing home. I went to visit her every single day...until one day..." He gave a deep sigh, then continued. "Well, one day, she didn't even recognize me any more. Kept calling me Kevin, which was my dad's name. She yelled and screamed at me about what a sorry excuse for a son I was. I tried to tell her that it was me, Mark, but she just kept screaming. The nurse finally told me I'd better leave so that they could try to calm her down. I waited a few days and went back, but it was the same story. I finally gave up trying to go...I still call every now and then and talk to the head nurse, but it's always the same. She never asks for me. So..." he trailed off and stared down in his lap. He blinked a few times, trying to hold back the tears.

Vaughn clucked his tongue and wrapped an arm around Mark. The little blonde pressed his face into Vaughn's side, and sobbed a couple of times. Then he took a deep breath, managing to compose himself. He pulled away and wiped his face quickly, then cleared his throat. "Anyway, that's why I was kind of excited to see your family."

Vaughn grunted. "Now I feel kind of shitty. Me moaning and groaning about what a bunch of bitches my family are, and you haven't even got any."

Mark laughed softly. "No, you have every right to complain about your family if you want to. That's part of the joy of having a family - getting to complain about them." He smiled up at Vaughn, who chuckled and pulled him in close again.

They arrived in Vaughn's hometown shortly after. Mark looked around as they disembarked the train. It was a small farming town, nothing really remarkable. They hiked across a dusty road, then approached a large light blue house, where Vaughn knocked on the door. The sounds of pots and pans clattering could be heard from inside, and then the door opened.

A tall, busty middle aged woman came into view. If her violet eyes didn't give her away as Vaughn's mother, her steely gray bob did. She folded her arms and snorted. "My my my. Who is this stranger on my porch? I do declare, I have no idea."

Vaughn groaned. "Cut it out, ma. You know who I am."

Vaughn's mother began to laugh. "Oh, you're the same as ever. Come on in, come on in." They stepped inside, and were greeted by quite the crowd already assembled there. Julia and Mirabelle were in the kitchen helping prepare some kind of pastries, while Elliot and some unknown gray haired young man, most likely one of Vaughn's nameless cousins, hauled a barrelful of apples inside from the back door. Other various neighbors and relatives bustled around the house.

Vaughn's mother approached Mark and put her hands on his shoulders. "You must be Mark," she said warmly.

"Y-yes, ma'am," Mark responded tremulously.

She roared with laughter, scaring Mark even more. "Ma'am! You hear that, y'all? Ohoho!" She looked down at Mark. "No, my boy, you can call me Ma." She then proceeded to envelop Mark in a smothering hug. He squeaked and squawked as his face was buried in her ample chest, due to his small stature. He backed away in a daze once she let him go. "I've heard all about you from Julia."

Vaughn shot a withering glance at Julia, who shrugged. "Hey, don't glare at me. I correctly guessed that your mother would be relieved to hear that you had a real boyfriend for the first time in your life."

Vaughn's mother had already bustled back into the kitchen. "I sure was." She wiped some flour off the counter. "It's heartbreaking for a mother to be worrying about her son sticking his weewee in a different no no hole every night."

Vaughn actually had the decency to blush. "Ma, shut the fuck up!" he roared, then buried his face in his hands. Vaughn's mother just laughed at that, obviously used to Vaughn's rough mouth.

"Oh, but it was true, wasn't it?" She waggled her finger at him accusingly. "I didn't raise you to be a cotton pickin' slut, but there you went and did it! Mercy!" She walked back over to Mark, who was practically paralyzed from everything going on around him. "But look at this one. Heavens! He's so cute, I could just eat him up!" She patted him affectionately on both cheeks, leaving traces of flour behind. "Adorable. He's a keeper, son." She laughed again and wheeled back into the kitchen to begin peeling apples. Mark snapped out of his daze and followed her, getting up close beside her.

"Oh? You wanna help? What a darling. Here you go." She handed over her peeler and promptly fished out another from the drawer, then the two of them peeled apples efficiently in the sink.

Vaughn, meanwhile, had slumped down in a chair and was holding his aching head with one hand. "This is why I never come home," he grumbled.

His mother tut-tutted him. "Oh, hush, you. You oughta be grateful that you got a Ma who loves you for who you are - a grumpy, mean, homosexual jerk." She waggled her peeler at him as he groaned and put his head down on the table. "Not many mothers could deal with all that. But I'm the best Ma on this planet. So hush up with your whining."

"Kill me now," Vaughn groaned.

"You're not getting off that easy," his mother chimed and then laughed. "Oh, you. The same doom and gloom personality as your old Pa. May he rest in peace. Now that was one hard ass bastard." She turned to Mark. "He wouldn't have tolerated his son bringing a guy home, let me tell you that much. He would have roared and yelled and told everyone to go to hell and die. And that's a fact." Mark murmured solemnly, concentrating intently on peeling apples. He was a little overwhelmed by Vaughn's mother.

They finished peeling the apples, then proceeded to core and chop them. Julia joined in, placing the chopped apples in the pie crusts she and Mirabelle had already prepared, then slid them in the oven to bake. Vaughn's mother wiped her hands on her apron and led Mark over to a corner with a large bookshelf full of photo albums. Vaughn looked up from his pouting place at the table. "No, Ma!" he protested. "Not the photo albums..." He groaned and put his head back down.

Vaughn's mother just smirked, and Mark was slightly taken aback at how similar they looked when making that expression. He sat down gingerly next to her, and looked at the large photo album she had cracked open in her lap. "Here's Vaughn as a baby." She pointed at a picture of a bald, naked little baby boy, laying on a blanket on a couch. "Oh, how he used to pull on that weewee. All day long, all night long! I thought he was going to pull it off. I went crying to the doctor with him one time. 'Doctor! My baby is going to pull his weewee off!' Oh my! Well, he assured me it was normal, and there was no way for him to pull it off." She mused this, while Vaughn pounded his head against the kitchen table. "Still, I never seen another baby pull on his weewee like that." She shook her head. "Well, mine was always special."

She turned the page. There was a picture of a little blonde boy, scowling at the camera as other children grinned at it. "I bet you can guess who this is." Mark nodded. "Yep, he used to be blonde. Started to go gray at thirteen! What a shock that was! I mean, I went gray at 30, but thirteen? That's just wrong."

She continued on further in the book, pointing out pictures of Vaughn and telling stories about his childhood. She eventually got up and retrieved another album, which contained pictures of Vaughn as a teenager. Mark couldn't help but smile at the lanky, scowling teen with shaggy graying hair. Vaughn's mother noticed this. "Pretty cute, wasn't he? Well, he never had any interest in the girls. I thought it was just because he was so anti social - until he got sent home from school in the 10th grade for, ahem, getting a blow job in the bathroom at school. From another boy! That was the first time I was glad that Vaughn's father had already passed, because I am sure that he would have strangled him to death for that. Me, I was just mad he did it at school and got sent home. I didn't care if that's the way he was." She leaned into Mark. "At least I didn't have to worry about him getting anyone pregnant, ha ha!" Vaughn gave a muffled groan from the table, where he had his head buried in his arms.

Vaughn's mother continued to show Mark every single photograph she had ever taken of Vaughn, and tell lots of embarrassing stories. Later in the day, they all went to the Harvest Festival. Mark helped to carry one of the many trays of apple pie, then set it down on one of the huge tables in the center of the field. Vaughn skulked along behind everyone, still feeling sore over his mother showing out.

Mark looked over at a group of people who looked familiar. He quickly realized why - it was Denny's family. Denny himself stood in the center of the group, laughing and talking loudly. A couple who were apparently his mother and father, stood to the side of him. They both had the same dark coloring, with wavy hair. Mark squinted and stared, feeling like he was having double vision. Standing on the other side of Denny was a guy who looked exactly like Denny.

Vaughn walked up beside him at that moment. "That's Denny's twin brother, Danny. Yeah, I know, it's a fucking nightmare. The only difference between them is that Danny likes girls. He's just as annoying, if not more so." Mark giggled at that, then noted the other similar looking people. "Yeah, and he's got a buttload more brothers, sisters, and cousins. That's one family that didn't know when to stop. Ugh."

As time passed, Denny's family drifted closer to Vaughn's family. "Hey, Vaughn!" Danny called out. Vaughn just grimaced and turned away. "Still as pissy as ever, huh, bro? Well, that's cool. Hey, this must be your little dude, huh?" Vaughn just grunted, not in the mood to talk to Danny. "So, uh, I heard something pretty funny the other day!" he said loudly, and almost everyone nearby turned to listen. "My best bud works as a porter at the hospital in the big city. We were catching up over drinks yesterday, and he says," he paused there to laugh loudly, "he says that some little blonde dude got real sick this weekend, and his silver haired cowboy boyfriend brought him in."

"Shut up, Danny," Vaughn warned him through gritted teeth.

Danny just laughed more. "Okay, so anyway, they had to pump the kid full of drugs, and he starts talking crap, right? Out of nowhere, he flips up his hospital gown and shows everyone the big letter "V" he has tattooed on his dick! Crazy, right?"

Mark blushed madly and spoke out before he could think. "No! It's on my hip, not on my -!" Then he clapped his hand over his mouth and looked like he wanted to shrink into the ground.

Denny popped up beside his equally annoying twin. "I can testify that it's on his hip! I've seen it!"

Vaughn narrowed his eyes at Denny. "When did you see it?" He looked at Mark doubtfully.

Denny waved his hands. "Whoa, don't kill your little dude. He wasn't flashing his goodies at everyone. He showed me and Elliot it when he came to sell his farm or whatever a couple weeks ago. Just edged his jeans down on his hips a bit. Nothing showing. I swear. He was so proud of being your little bitch."

Vaughn's expression softened a little bit, but he still advanced to Danny and hissed at him. "Now, you better shut up from this fucking moment on. No more."

Danny, never knowing when to stop, as was his disposition, backed away a few steps and continued to talk loudly. "So I hear cowboy likes to spank his little bitch! It gets them both hot!" He yelped as Vaughn lunged at him, and took off running into the woods. Vaughn growled at his retreating figure.

"I swear, one of these days I'm gonna kill that fucker," he grunted. He pulled his hat lower down over his eyes and moved off to the edge of the crowd. Mark scurried after him. "Is this day over yet?" Vaughn moaned. "I'm ready to go back to the city."

They managed to survive through the meal, but didn't linger past that. They caught the afternoon train, and once it had pulled out of the station, Vaughn slumped in his chair and sighed in relief. "And that is why I don't go home that often. I told you they were all cunts."

Mark giggled and snuggled up next to him. "They weren't that bad."

"Oh, well, you weren't the one they were picking on! My ma thought you were adorable and all that." He smirked. "But you know," he leaned down and hissed in Mark's ear, "I think I need to punish you for showing your tattoo, don't you think?"

Mark flushed. "Yes, I need to be punished." He felt his manhood swell with arousal at the idea.

Vaughn grunted. "And maybe if you're lucky, I'll give you a good hard fucking afterwards." Mark murmured happily, and Vaughn had to adjust himself slightly. He really needed to blow off some steam, and he was sure that a good spank and fuck session would be the perfect solution.

They got home just as the sun was setting. Both of them were still full from the harvest meal, so they decided to forgo dinner. Vaughn shoved Mark roughly down on the bed, then hovered over him, nipping at his ears and neck as his long fingers worked diligently to remove the boy's clothing. "Ohhhh..." he groaned in Mark's ear. "I'm so big and hard right now, and I can't wait to ram it in your ass." Mark squealed and whimpered happily. "But first, I think we have some business to take care of."

Vaughn yanked Mark's jeans off, threw them on the ground, then went to get the paddle. Mark whimpered in fear as Vaughn advanced on him, then sat on the edge of the bed. "Over my knee," he commanded. Mark whimpered again, but spread himself out across Vaughn's long thighs.

Vaughn paused to massage Mark's bare ass roughly, kneading great handfuls of the firm flesh. "What a naughty little ass," he grunted. "I need to paddle you to teach you a lesson about showing yourself to other men."

Mark begged and pleaded. "I'm so sorry, Master. It's just that I was so proud to have your initial tattooed on me. I couldn't help myself."

Vaughn groaned with satisfaction. "As pleased as I am that you feel that way, I still have to punish you. Get ready, slave." Mark made a small, piteous noise, then gave in, relaxing over Vaughn's lap. Vaughn raised the paddle and let it fall with a sharp crack.

Mark howled in pain. "Oh, Master! Please!" Vaughn ignored him, instead landing a second and third blow. Mark gasped as his ass became bright red. "Master! I'll let you do anything to me! Just don't paddle me anymore! I'll be so good!"

Vaughn smirked. "You'll do whatever I want anyway, after I paddle you. But don't stop begging, slave. I love to hear your pitiful pleas. It gets me so hard." He quickly whacked Mark with the paddle again.

"Oh, please! Master! You can ram it down my throat! Or fuck me as hard as you want! I'll take it! Just don't paddle me! Oh!" He screamed out as Vaughn struck him again. "Please! I'm...I'm so hard right now, I think it's going to burst! I need you inside of me!"

Those were the magic words, and Vaughn threw the paddle aside, then picked up Mark and tossed him on the bed. He quickly disrobed himself as Mark squirmed and rubbed his sore ass gingerly. "Suck me," Vaughn commanded, getting up on the bed and kneeling in front of his little blonde lover. Mark gazed up at him with worshipful eyes as he took the cowboy's thick manhood in his mouth. He moaned happily at the taste, the vibration from the noise giving Vaughn a little thrill. Vaughn bucked his hips lightly in Mark's mouth. "Yeahhh..." he hissed. "That's it. Take it all..." Mark proceeded to deep throat him, which greatly pleased Vaughn, but he could only take less than a minute before he pushed Mark away. "Get on your hands and knees," he commanded, and Mark scrambled to comply.

Vaughn snatched up the lube from the bedside table, adding even more moisture to his cock, which was already wet from Mark's mouth. Then he got into place behind Mark, spreading Mark's firm, red little cheeks and nudging himself inside. Mark moaned in pleasure as Vaughn penetrated him. Vaughn panted heavily as he worked himself deeper and deeper; and once he was buried to the hilt, he made several, short sharp motions inside. Mark squealed with joy, his fully erect dick bouncing around.

Vaughn pulled the boy by his hips back, to almost sit in his lap. He thrust upwards as he reached around and stroked Mark masterfully. His lips traveled down to Mark's ear, kissing and nibbling there. "You like this?" he grunted.

Mark trembled with pleasure. "Yes, oh, yes," he moaned in response. Vaughn groaned raggedly as Mark began to squeeze him internally. "Vaughn...oh, Vaughn...I'm..." He broke off there and cried out sharply. Vaughn felt him begin to squeeze even more frantically on his length, as his warm release began to pulse out and slide sluggishly down Vaughn's hand. Vaughn thrust up with renewed vigor.

"Mark, Mark..." he groaned. "Ohhhh...." He threw his head back and cried out as he began to come. He could feel it bursting out of his cock into Mark's tight little ass, and he groaned in sheer delight. He thrust into Mark slowly a few more times, then withdrew. They flopped down on the bed next to each other. They snuggled together in silence for a few minutes.

Mark broke the silence by piping up. "Vaughn?"

"Hmm?"

Mark giggled. "Do you think that the reason your cock is so big is because you used to pull on it as a baby?"

Vaughn just groaned. "Ma! Why'd she have to tell you that?"

Mark kissed Vaughn's shoulder lightly. "I think it's cute."

Vaughn snorted. "Whatever." He closed his eyes and rolled over against Mark, then nuzzled his face into his hair. "All I know is, I ain't going back home for a while." Mark giggled as Vaughn embraced him tightly.