Brokeback Island

The next day, Mark set out for the animal shop as soon as he finished his chores. He had forgotten totally about picking up the chicken feed he purchased then left there the previous day. His mind drifted to the wonderful experience that he had with Vaughn the day before. The things Vaughn had said...the things he had done...

He was so lost in thought as he hurried inside, that he ran right into Vaughn, who was exiting the shop. His face bumped into Vaughn's firm chest, and he stumbled backwards, losing his balance and landing on his ass. "You are so clumsy," Vaughn growled, but bent down to give him a hand up. As he leaned into Mark, he took the opportunity to impart a message.

"I want you facedown on your bed in ten minutes," he hissed in Mark's ear. Mark got to his feet, trembling a little, but he managed to nod in assent to the cowboy, who continued to stalk out of the shop. Mark moved forward to the counter and asked timidly about the bag he had left. Mirabelle got it for him, but frowned a little.

"I was worried yesterday when you never came back for it. And...I'm sorry Vaughn is so mean to you. Did he just threaten you?" she asked, looking quite concerned. Mark shook his head wildly, then hugged the bag to his chest and ran out the shop, leaving Mirabelle bewildered behind him.

Mark tore into his house and threw the bag of feed on the table. He left his door unlocked as he stripped off his clothes as fast as he could, then flopped himself down on his bed, facedown. He trembled as he waited for Vaughn, then he got up when he began to worry that Vaughn would take him unprepared and unlubricated. So he got out the tube of lubrication he kept by the bed, and with shaking fingers, smeared a copious amount around his entrance. He then lay back down on the bed, breathing hard and looking towards the door.

About five minutes later, Vaughn entered Mark's house, and locked the door behind him, then strode forward confidently. "Oh yeah," he groaned as he reached the bed. He gave Mark's ass a hard slap. "You're such a good little bitch," he growled, giving Mark shivers of pleasure. "You like doing whatever I say, don't you?" Mark nodded, looking up at him with awe filled eyes. "Good," Vaughn grunted, and then began removing his own clothing. Mark watched in rapture as the rough cowboy's body was exposed. He groaned a little with desire when he saw Vaughn's massive erection.

Vaughn did not fail to notice this. "You like it? You want me to ram this up your ass?" Mark opened his mouth to answer, but all he could manage was a desperate moan. "I'll take that as a yes," Vaughn grunted, and mounted him. He kept Mark's legs pressed together, straddling him, and then he used his hands to pry apart Mark's firm ass. He felt the lubrication there, and grunted approvingly. "You think of everything, you little slut."

Mark just wiggled his ass up at Vaughn, eager to feel him buried deep inside. Vaughn complied with a low groan, taking himself in hand and angling down towards Mark's entrance. "You want this bad, don't you?" Mark moaned happily as Vaughn began to penetrate him. "Then say you like it. Say you want me to fuck you."

Mark pressed his face into the bed, overcome with ecstasy at the cowboy's filthy mouth. "I like it! I want you to fuck me! Please, Vaughn, fuck me!" he cried out, his voice slightly muffled. Vaughn just growled viciously as he rammed himself all the way inside of Mark's tight embrace. "Oh! Vaughn!" Mark cried out, delirious with pleasure. His dick swelled and ached, pressed beneath him where he couldn't get at it. Fortunately, the way Vaughn was pounding him was stimulating from the inside, and the momentum of his thrusts made his hardness rub against the bedcovers, providing adequate friction. He let out a series of low gasps, followed by high pitched cries as he came, his release pulsing out of him onto the sheets below.

In the wake of his orgasm, Mark's body relaxed completely, going totally limp. Vaughn groaned deeply as he rode the little farmer hard. The submissiveness of Mark's spent body drove him wild, and he lifted his hand and let it fall hard on Mark's hip. Mark gave a pleased yelp. "Oh, you like it when I spank you?" Vaughn panted. Mark moaned a yes, and so Vaughn continued to slap at Mark's ass, hips, and thighs with the palm of his hand, at times alternating hands. Mark's bottom became red, the sight of which drove Vaughn over the edge. "Shit...oh, fuck!" he cried as he came powerfully. As he was erupting, he withdrew his manhood so that he could see himself spurt his release all over Mark's ass. "Yeah...that's it..." he groaned, loving the sight of his come all over Mark.

Mark sighed happily, having enjoyed the sensation of Vaughn pulsing out all over him. After a moment, Vaughn moved away, reaching for the tissues. He cleaned up Mark's back carefully, and the feeling of Vaughn's surprisingly light touch on him made Mark feel very good. After Vaughn was done cleaning him up, he carefully rotated himself, and then grabbed more tissues to wipe up the mess he had made of the bed the best that he could.

Meanwhile, Vaughn was already redressed, and he turned to stalk out. "Will...will I see you again before you leave?" Mark asked, a little timid.

"Maybe. If I get horny. I'll let you know," Vaughn grunted, then pulled his hat lower down on his eyes and abruptly left the house. Mark shuddered a little, mostly with pleasure, but a little with cold, so he stood and redressed himself quickly.

Later that evening, Mark had to go down to the beach to have Denny look at his fishing pole. Something was wrong with it; it was hopelessly tangled, and the reel was jammed. He knew that Denny was a fishing expert, so he headed to his little bungalow on the shore. Denny welcomed him warmly, allowing him to enter. He made short work of Mark's fishing pole, clipping the tangled line, unjamming the reel, and restringing the whole thing. Mark thanked him profusely, and went to leave. Denny followed him outside. "Hey, uh, Mark."

Mark turned around in the sand, turning back to Denny and hesitating a little. "I don't know how to say this...but...uh...I kind of saw you and Vaughn last week." Mark's blood ran cold, and he swallowed hard. "Don't look so scared," Denny said, advancing a little, a strange smile on his face. "I just wanna know if that's something you're giving out...you know, free fucks." Mark trembled, looking a little ashamed. Denny reached out and stroked at his arm. "It's cool...I won't tell anyone...come on back in my house."

Mark tried to stammer out something, but was speechless. He glanced bashfully at Denny. It wasn't that Denny wasn't an attractive man. He was attractive. His body was tanned, and his limbs were long and lean. His face was slightly exotic and handsome, and he was currently looking at Mark in a decidedly sexual way. But Mark felt a strange obligation to Vaughn. Even though it wasn't like they were in a relationship - heavens no - he could just imagine Vaughn's rage if he discovered Mark was servicing anyone else.

So Mark summoned up everything he had to step away. "I can't..." he murmured. His brows furrowed anxiously.

"Come on...no one has to know..." Denny coaxed.

Mark shook his head, looking at the ground, then he looked up and gasped to see Vaughn standing behind Denny. "No one has to know what, Denny?" he grunted.

Denny turned around slowly, almost leisurely. "Oh, hey Vaughn. It's no big deal. Don't worry about it."

Vaughn sighed heavily. He had been extremely ticked off to stumble upon Denny apparently trying to seduce his little piece of ass, but he wasn't surprised. He and Denny went way back. They were from the same hometown, and all throughout Vaughn's life, Denny had been here and there, irritating him at every chance. Whether it was trying to fuck the same guys, or just being annoying, Denny had a knack for getting under Vaughn's skin. "Denny, just back the fuck off. I don't want to have to beat your ass again."

Denny just sparkled his eyes up at the cowboy mischievously. "What was that? All I heard was the words 'fuck' and 'ass.' Sounds like a plan to me."

Vaughn groaned. "Just get the fuck out of here!"

Denny shrugged casually, and headed back towards his house. He turned as he opened the door, and addressed Mark. "My offer doesn't have an expiration date, so come up and see me any time. Maybe on a Monday. You know, when old cowboy here has been off the island for a few days and you're dying for a good fuck." Vaughn shot daggers at Denny with his eyes, while Mark just squirmed uncomfortably, averting his gaze. Denny slammed the door behind him triumphantly, and Vaughn muttered under his breath.

Mark blushed and spoke quietly, not looking at Vaughn. "I told him no, you know. I wasn't going to..."

"That was a good idea. And don't even dream of ever taking him up on his offer." He stepped forward to hiss at Mark. "Because if you do, I'll know, and...you remember that spanking I gave you earlier?" Mark nodded vigorously. "Well, I'll give you another, except you'll be screaming in pain instead of pleasure. Got it?" Mark nodded again, even more vigorously. "That's a good boy," Vaughn purred, and Mark shivered at the praise in his voice.

Mark gasped as he felt Vaughn reach out and take hold of his chin. He tilted it upwards, then Mark thought he would die of happiness as Vaughn kissed him roughly. Never in a million years had he expected the cowboy to actually kiss him on the mouth. He closed his eyes and parted his lips as Vaughn thrust his tongue forwards. He allowed Vaughn to pillage his mouth freely, wanting the kiss to last forever. He sighed when Vaughn pulled away, half out of disappointment, and half out of arousal.

"Damn, now you've got me all horny again," Vaughn groaned, and Mark trembled in pleasure. He let Vaughn drag him off into the shadows of Denny's house.

"Wait! What if Denny hears us?" Mark protested weakly.

"So what if he does? He'll probably enjoy it. Now, get on your knees," he commanded Mark as he swiftly undid his jeans. Mark wrapped his hands around Vaughn's immense manhood, which he could see throbbing in the moonlight. "Suck it," Vaughn commanded, and Mark leaned forward, eagerly engulfing Vaughn with his mouth. He worked energetically, wanting to please his cowboy.

"Now, jerk yourself off, too," Vaughn demanded. Mark couldn't believe his ears. Vaughn actually wanted that? First a kiss, and now a direct order to pleasure himself? It was way more than he had expected. He said a little silent prayer of thanks to the Harvest Goddess for sending Denny to aggravate Vaughn, because that was apparently the catalyst for Vaughn's new behaviors.

So Mark unzipped his pants, and stroked himself furiously as he took Vaughn deep down his throat. "Mmm...hell yeah..." Vaughn groaned, holding onto the front of Mark's thick blonde hair. After a few minutes, Vaughn was bucking harder. "Oooh, yes..." he hissed. He gave a deep cry as he climaxed, releasing powerfully into the back of Mark's throat. "Swallow every drop," he groaned, and Mark complied.

As Vaughn pulled himself out of Mark's mouth and tucked himself back in his pants, he looked down and noticed that Mark was still pumping away at his own erection. He narrowed his eyes. "Not done yet? Get up," he commanded, and Mark scrambled to his feet, not sure whether or not he should put his dick away. It poked out of his pants desperately, bouncing and throbbing with need. "I'll show you how it's done," Vaughn hissed, and Mark thought he would pass out in ecstasy as Vaughn wrapped his large, strong hand around him.

Mark made tiny cries of pleasure and need as Vaughn stroked at him, his callouses deliberately teasing his tender flesh. "Hmph...I like the sound when you cry out," Vaughn commented, running a fingertip up Mark's throat. Mark just whimpered more. Vaughn being so close to him...touching him...it was too much. The man gave off an irresistible aura, and Mark was powerless to it. He gave a strangled cry as he released under Vaughn's powerful touch. His release pulsed up and out, raining down on Vaughn's hand. Mark panted and trembled as he recovered, and Vaughn pulled his hand away curiously.

"Hmmm... you've made a mess of my hand. Don't you think you should clean it up?" He offered his hand to Mark, just inches from his face. Mark swallowed hard when he realized what Vaughn wanted him to do, and he hesitated; but when the man narrowed his eyes at him, he leaned forward, eagerly lapping up his own release from Vaughn's hand. "That's a good boy," Vaughn praised, as Mark licked up every drop. "You'll do whatever I tell you to do, won't you?"

Mark looked up at him with wide eyes, then nuzzled the side of his face into Vaughn's now clean, damp palm. "Anything."