Brokeback Island

"So...hot..."

Mark panted to himself as he worked in his fields. The sun beat down hotter and hotter; and finally, in a desperate move, he stripped his shirt off, baring his pale, slim chest. He took the watering can he had been dousing the fields with, and upturned it on his head. The cool water dripped down his body, quenching his overheated skin almost instantly. As he moved towards the well to draw up some more water, he froze when he saw Vaughn walking onto his farm. The smoldering look that Vaughn gave him could have melted glass, but Mark's attention was quickly drawn to the cow Vaughn was hauling alongside himself. Mirabelle was also there, much to Mark's dismay, drawing a ewe behind her.

"Hello, Mark!" she chirped cheerfully. "Here are the animals you ordered for your new barn!" Mark nodded, then hurried forward to show them where to go.

Vaughn stared down at him, making Mark feel as if he was boring holes into his flesh with his gaze. "You just gonna walk around with no shirt on? There's a lady here," Vaughn drawled, deliberately teasing Mark. Mark stuttered and blushed, hurrying back to where he had discarded his shirt, and quickly putting it back on.

"Vaughn! There was no need for that! The boy was entirely within his rights to not wear a shirt on his own farm!" Mirabelle chided Vaughn, almost angrily. "You're terrible," she said, shaking her head. Vaughn just snorted and shrugged, then moved forward, urging the cow to follow. They put the new animals in Mark's barn, and then turned to go. Mirabelle smiled warmly at Mark. "Thank you so much for your purchase, dearie. I hope you buy lots more animals from our shop!"

"You can take your shirt off now," Vaughn gave as a parting remark, turning sharply on his heels and striding off the farm.

Mirabelle shook her head, "I just don't understand him..." she sighed, then followed. Mark shook himself out of his daze, and went back to working. After all the plants were watered, he returned to his house, setting the half full can down on the floor.

Suddenly he was pushed up against the wall. "I thought I told you to take this shirt off already," Vaughn hissed in his ear, teasingly. Mark trembled with pleasure as he felt Vaughn's hands under the hem of his shirt, pushing it up insistently. Mark wriggled to help Vaughn take it off, then he gasped as Vaughn's long, nimble fingers went to his pants, quickly unfastening them and stripping them off the young farmer.

"I'm all sweaty," Mark moaned, feeling embarrassed to be completely naked as well as dirty from his farm work.

"Yes, you are," Vaughn growled. "I think you need a shower." He glanced at the watering can on the floor, and snatched it up. Before Mark could protest, he was dangling it at an angle over Mark's head, making it rain cool water all over Mark's body. Mark gasped and sputtered, squirming this way and that to try to get away from the water. "Now, don't struggle," Vaughn drawled lazily. "You know you're dirty and you need this." Once the can was empty, Vaughn tossed it aside carelessly. He noticed a work towel laying across the bench near the front door, and grabbed it, tossing it to Mark. "Dry yourself off," he commanded. Mark did as he was told, then waited patiently for instructions.

Vaughn strode over to Mark's bed and sat down on it. "Come here," he beckoned. Mark trotted over, still shivering a little from his impromptu shower. Much to his surprise, Vaughn patted on his jean clad thigh invitingly. "Come sit on my lap," he said, his eyes narrowed in a seductive way. Mark crept closer, and climbed up, his legs turned sideways across Vaughn's lap. His dark jeans felt rough on Mark's bare skin, but the sensation was strangely pleasing.

Vaughn stroked at Mark's back, making Mark nuzzle up to his neck in response. "There's a good boy," Vaughn drawled. Mark shuddered with happiness, feeling bold enough to pull away Vaughn's neckerchief and kiss a little at his exposed skin. "Now there's a really good boy," Vaughn groaned. His strong hands wandered down to Mark's hip, squeezing the side of his ass in a leisurely, sensual way. "You are a good boy, you know that? You made me really happy with what you did yesterday." Mark remembered the threesome with Will, and just kissed Vaughn's neck a little more furiously, his hand grabbing at the front of Vaughn's shirt and kneading there slightly. "I like how you'll do anything I say."

Mark nodded, and stretched up to kiss around Vaughn's ear. Vaughn groaned loudly, and Mark was suddenly aware of Vaughn's very hard manhood, which was moving and pulsing beneath his jeans, grinding up rhythmically into Mark's thigh. "Damn, you little slut, you drive me crazy," Vaughn grunted. Mark sighed happily, grabbing onto Vaughn's shoulders to steady himself as he straddled him. He stayed up on his knees for a minute to give Vaughn room to unfasten his pants and ease them down his hips a bit. Mark glanced down at Vaughn's member, which was swollen with lust, a drop of slippery liquid slowly making its way down the head. Mark murmured in approval at the amount of lubrication already there, and eased himself down.

Vaughn hissed with desire when he realized what Mark was doing, and reached out, cupping Mark's ass and then spreading him wide. The wet, engorged head of his cock made contact with Mark's tight little entrance, and they both gasped. Mark sucked in a deep breath, and then let it out slowly as he worked himself downwards. He struggled to accommodate Vaughn's sheer girth; whimpering and biting his lip in anguish as he tried to make it fit. Vaughn grunted and groaned, gripping the boy tightly in his hands, and fighting back the urge to slam his hips all the way down.

Finally, Mark had him all the way inside, and he rocked lightly, gingerly testing out the new position. Vaughn tossed his head back as he made a few quick thrusts upwards, enjoying Mark's ever tight fit. When he brought his face back down, he saw Mark stroking lightly at his quivering erection as he held onto Vaughn's shoulder to keep his balance with the other hand. Vaughn smirked and reached forward, brushing Mark's own hand aside and taking a hold of Mark. He stroked the little farmer in time with the thrusts he was making upwards, and Mark moaned and whimpered with pleasure.

Mark's movements became extremely erratic, and his voice hitched in his throat as he gasped and sighed. "Oh, oh, oh! Vaughn! I'm...I'm gonna come!" he squealed, then a great gush of release burst forth from him, spurting like a clogged fountain. It rained down on Vaughn's chest and stomach, the thick liquid sliding down his skin slowly. Vaughn groaned in approval, then gripped Mark's hips more firmly, giving him a good hard fucking before finally exploding a few moments later.

The two men pulled apart, and Mark flopped onto the bed, gasping with satisfaction. Then he remembered the mess he had made out of Vaughn, and he scrambled up, getting the tissues and cleaning up Vaughn frantically. Vaughn was sprawled back on the bed, looking relaxed as Mark wiped at his stomach, and Mark was relieved that he didn't seem mad. Once he was done cleaning him, he timidly laid down next to him, snuggling his face up to Vaughn's chest. Vaughn gave a little chuckle, but didn't push Mark away. Mark closed his eyes, his heart swelling with so much contentment that he thought it would burst.

After a few minutes though, Vaughn sat up, then stood to redress. Mark went over to the entryway to retrieve his own clothes, then spoke up as Vaughn moved to leave. "Do you...do you want to do it again later tonight?"

Vaughn rolled his tongue around in his mouth, thinking. He'd better try to get one more good fuck in before he had to leave for the week. Even though he was perfectly free to fuck anyone he pleased when he was away from the island, he didn't. Part of that was because Vaughn instantly disliked almost everyone that he met, so he rarely tolerated anyone long enough to make them a sex partner. Mark was different; he had approached Vaughn, and his total submissiveness had enticed and entranced the trailworn cowboy. And that was the other part - Mark. He had never fucked anyone like him - so eager, so easily aroused and satisfied, and so completely willing to do anything. He really wasn't that interested in fucking anyone else. Threeways were a different story - like what had happened with Will. That was fun, but he would never have bothered to do anything with Will if Mark wasn't involved. Nope, they were a package deal.

Vaughn frowned to himself. Was he becoming attached to the little farmer? The thought irked him a little, as he viewed attachment as a weakness, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. The boy was a perfect little piece of ass, so why not? Vaughn stopped his thoughts there, because he realized that Mark was still standing in front of him, waiting breathlessly for an answer. "Yeah, I guess so," he grunted, pulling his hat lower over his eyes. "You wanna fuck here, or what?"

Mark gasped a little, surprised that Vaughn was leaving the decision up to him. He suddenly felt a little bold, and he blurted out, "We could go to the beach again and see if Will's still there." After it had come out of his mouth, he immediately cringed, worried that Vaughn would react badly to the suggestion. What if he thought it meant he wanted Will more than him? It wasn't that, it was just that Mark was really longing for another blowjob, something that Vaughn never offered. He still wanted Vaughn to fuck him more than anything, but he wouldn't mind feeling someone's mouth around him once again. But now he waited, in fearful anticipation of Vaughn's reaction.

He flinched when Vaughn narrowed his eyes at him. "Is that what you want?" he hissed. Mark trembled, his mouth moving to try to say something, but he was too afraid to speak at all. He was immensely relieved when Vaughn's face broke out in a smirk. "You dirty little slut. I like it." Mark sighed in relief, but then Vaughn licked his lips at him. "Still, you're a naughty boy to suggest such a thing..." he said, then Mark squealed as Vaughn grabbed him by the wrists, then spun him around. "I'll have to spank you." He proceeded to slap Mark's ass four or five times, not hard enough to hurt him seriously, but enough to make the blonde feel it. Mark gasped and cried out, mostly out of pleasure. Vaughn released him with a slight shove forward, and sneered. "Bad boy," he admonished playfully. He turned and strode out the door. "8 o clock," he called, almost as an afterthought. Mark nodded at his retreating figure, even though Vaughn couldn't see. Vaughn didn't need to see. He knew that Mark would do what he told him to.

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At a few minutes to eight, Mark crept onto the quiet beach. He sighed in dismay when he saw that Will's yacht was gone. Just then, Vaughn stepped out of the shadows. "Yep, our little fuck buddy's gone," he drawled. Mark played with his hands nervously, wondering what Vaughn would want to do instead.

Neither of them had to say anything, because Denny strolled out of his house just then. "Well, well, hello. What do we have here?" He had a keen sense of sexuality, and he could tell Mark and Vaughn were here to fuck. "Hey, I wanted to thank you two for getting it on behind my house last week. I had a seriously good jerk off listening to you guys."

Vaughn snorted. Just as he had expected, Denny had enjoyed the sounds of their pleasure. As he sneered at the tanned man that leaned casually against the doorframe, he realized that he wasn't without merit. He glanced down, noticing Denny's rather apparent bulge in his loose fisherman's pants that betrayed his arousal.

Denny continued. "So, are you two going to do it again? I can't wait to listen," he smiled, licking his lips and boldly stroking at his erection through his pants. Mark gasped, but Vaughn gave a chuckle low in his throat.

"We can do you one better than that," he grunted, and then pushed Denny back into his own house. Denny was surprised, but went along with it. Mark followed behind timidly, then Denny moved back to lock the door to his shack.

"Hmmm...? What's this all about?" he asked, even though he knew the answer. Vaughn answered by way of snatching Mark by his collar and pulling him in close for a deep kiss. "Oh, fuck yeah," Denny groaned, whipping out his hardness and pumping at it openly. "Yeah...I wanna see you two fuck each other. Hey, who's the top and who's the bottom?" he asked, even though he knew the answer. He just wanted to tease Vaughn.

Vaughn shot him an irritated look. "What do you think?" he snapped, but kept fondling at Mark energetically.

"Oh, I know, I know. But hey, break the rules sometimes! I like to give it and receive it. You gotta be flexible," Denny laughed, then returned his attention to stroking himself.

"Whatever," Vaughn grunted, nipping at Mark's neck. Mark squealed and whimpered.

"Ohhhh....I like it when he makes those noises, " Denny groaned. "Ooooh, fuck him now!"

Vaughn shot him another dirty look. "You need to shut the fuck up and just watch. Don't tell me what to do." He stripped Mark of his clothes, and pushed him towards Denny's bed. He pulled away and took off his own jeans, but left his shirt and vest on. Just for pissing him off by talking too much, Denny wasn't going to get a full view of him. He smirked at himself for thinking of that. Then he glanced at Denny, who was still pumping away at his hard on. "Got any lube?" he grunted.

Denny nodded, going to a side drawer and getting a tube. He squeezed some in his own hand, then tossed the tube to Vaughn, who caught it deftly. Denny returned to jerking off, this time with a slick hand, as Vaughn squeezed out a large amount on his fingers, then pressed them up inside of Mark's ass, prepping him. Mark moaned, bucking his hips back into Vaughn's hand. Vaughn smirked, knowing he was ready, and withdrew his fingers, smearing the excess on his own cock. He pressed up against Mark's entrance, and groaned softly when he felt no resistance due to the prepping. He slid himself right in. Mark's muscles immediately clamped down around him, giving him so much pleasure that he thought he might explode right then.

He reached around to the front of Mark with his still slick hand, and stroked at him, wanting to make the little farmer scream out in satisfaction. Mark began to mew and whimper, enjoying Vaughn's rough hand teasing him. It didn't take long before he buckled under Vaughn's insistent touch. He cried out, his release shooting forward and splattering onto Denny's bed. Vaughn grunted, pleased; and then fucked Mark hard, riding the little farmer for everything he was worth. Denny was still watching and masturbating, and he moaned, wishing that he could be fucking Mark while Vaughn fucked him.

Vaughn found himself at the edge, and he gave a series of low growls, then released with a loud, almost animalistic cry. He shot his seed deep inside of Mark, and thrust a few more times for good measure as he panted, savoring the feeling.

Meanwhile, Denny was perilously close to orgasm, and he breathed heavily with his teeth gritted. "Oh shit!" he cried, and then his release burst forth, dribbling out onto his hand and down his wrist. He backed up, a little unsteady in his haze of pleasure, and sat down on a chair. "Oh, damn, that was so fucking awesome," he groaned, slumping down in the chair. "Next time, you gotta let me join in."

Vaughn just snorted as he tossed Mark his clothes, then pulled on his own jeans. "You wish."

"Aw, come on, pleeeease?" Denny whined.

Vaughn frowned at him. "You're annoying." He jerked his head towards the door, and Mark obediently followed the motion, scurrying out.

"You know it'd be good," Denny grinned.

"Tch." Vaughn lowered his hat, stepping out with another word.

"Damn!" Denny cried. "Still, that was so fucking hot..." He licked his lips as he planned to replay the scene over and over in his mind as he jerked off later than night...and the next night...and every night in the near future.