Zack walked along the beach, on the Island of Lanai, Hawaii, a bottle in his hand, an open Hawaiian shirt barely hanging off his shoulders. He was thirty feet from the water's edge, a bit drunk off the sound of the water, the heat of the day, pulling him to a comfortable stupor. His goal was the resort, the pool house, to swim, maybe, or just to lounge around. Cody had told him that he might bring Dustin along in an hour or so, but no guarantees. Zack knew what they were doing in the beach house, what nasty things Cody subjected Dustin to.

He grinned, thinking of the last three nights. They hadn't been on Hawaii for a week, and had already accomplished climactive sex about ten times between the three of them, fucking up stairs and down, on the dock even, in the big house, all over their mother's new man's property, Dustin's father.

He was really taking a liking to them, opening up to conversation, to the notion that he could enjoy his son's company, and that was nice to see. Dustin was also coming out of his shell, although the things he allowed Zack and Cody to do to him were a testament that he really was a masochist at heart, a slut who lived to be used and dominated.

Oh the water was pretty, the arching seagulls cutting through the air calmly, calling out their interest, saying whatever seagulls said to communicate. Zack wanted to swim, yeah, to soak in the pool for a little while before he went and fucked Cody and Dustin some more. It really was all that they did here, when they weren't on the beach, swimming in the ocean, heading out in the water on Dustin's rowboat. Sex was their connector, the chain that bound them, and that link was strong, a catharsis to their carelessness, a panacea to the life they had left behind, living in smoggy, frigid Boston. Zack didn't miss it at all.

Hawaii would be the place he called home for a long time, and he was perfectly alright with that.

He made it to the edge of the resort, walking past people now, rich kids and parents, tourists mostly, millionaires with no problems but what they made for themselves. He looked at none of them as he went to the pool hall, his bare feet hot on the pavement, opening the door with his keycard and going into the air-conditioned bliss of the resort.

Dustin's father owned the resort, so Zack, Cody, and Carey got in for free. He showed the girl at the counter his pass, dropping the bottle he had been carrying in the waste basket, and walked down the hall, his determination set on going straight to the pool to get wet.

Into the shower room, full of naked boys and men changing by the lockers, tons of eye candy for him to ogle. He opened his locker, using the key that was attached to the bracelet on his wrist, and stripped off, shameless to be naked in public, gathering his towel and putting it on his shoulder, putting his shorts in the locker for a moment, relocking his things away, set on taking a shower, grinning at the eyes that glanced in shock at his thick cock, for he was always partially aroused, and it was quite big.

He made a point of meeting the eyes of everyone he could, walking through the lines of showers, all with their partitions, their curtains, and entered one, not caring to close the curtain, turning the water on to clean himself, grinning still that some were glancing in at him, the younger boys especially, but then one did a double take, looking up and down the length of Zack's body, and walked up to Zack.

He was about eleven, a boy with a heavy tan, one that made his skin golden, his blue eyes wide and bright, mischievous eyes, indeed, his speedos barely covering his thin hips, his belly tight lines of muscle. His legs were thin but strong, his thighs tight and firm. He was holding a towel and his head to the side, looking at Zack's cock like he had never seen anything so interesting, and said, "What's your name, I'm Mark?"

"I'm Zack, how may I help you?"

Mark was trying hard to keep focused on Zack's face, his eyes betraying him to look down occasionally, and he licked his lips. "Are you new on the island, maybe staying on vacation?"

Zack shook his head. "No, I'm staying with the owner of the resort's son, actually. We live in a little beach house a little ways from here. Why."

Mark shrugged. "I'm looking for friends, I've been on the island for a year, and they kids I know are lame. I know you aren't from around here, but you look like you'll fit in well."

It was Zack's turn to shrug, turning the water off carelessly, grabbing his towel and making to step out of the shower, but Mark took a step closer, effectively trapping him.

"No one on the island has a dick like that," Mark whispered. "You're not tanned, you know the owner of the resort, the owner of the island, I might add. I want to know you." He glanced down at Zack's cock again. "I think you know how."

"Know in the Biblical sense? That's assuming I'm gay."

"No one straight walks to the shower naked, we all have towels or speedos or board shorts on, we're only naked by the lockers, to change. That's why you're different. Plus, you're uncircumcised."

"Having my dick intact makes me gay? Are you cut?"

Mark pulled the front of his speedos down, looking left and right to see of anyone was looking, showing Zack his cock, a thick, short, hairless thing, with little balls, and blissfully natural.

"So since you're gay, and you're natural, then everyone natural is gay? Interesting logic, I don't think it's true. Who's to say I'm straight and just well-adjusted enough to not care about who sees my dick?"

Mark leaned in, pushing his hand against Zack's chest, whispering, "It's well known on this island, a kind of unhidden secret, that if you want sex, you leave your shower curtain open. A boy who knows the owner of the resort should know that."

Zack grinned. "Well, are you a bottom? Have you ever taken a dick before?"

Mark shook his head. "I masturbate with a boy from class, but I haven't done him, he hasn't done me."

"You know what it would be like to have this in you?" They both looked down for a moment at Zack's cock, which had risen almost completely to attention.

Mark shook his head. "Show me though."

Zack chuckled. "I'm about to. You here alone, like I am?"

"No," Mark slid his hand down Zack's chest, along his chubby belly, touching the head of Zack's cock with his fingertips as his hand fell to his side. "My papa is in the pool, I came later than he did. I want to come over to where you live, or you can come over to my house, and try that out." Another heated glance down.

"Get to my locker, follow me." Zack pushed past Mark, throwing his towel onto his shoulder, not caring to dry off, and unlocked his locker. He wrote his number and how to find the beach house on a piece of paper, handing it to Mark. "Be there at six tonight, come on the guise that you want to hang out. My twin brother will be there, he looks just like me, but he's not chubby." He put a hand on his belly. "None of this, thin as a rail. And Dustin. They'll know you're coming over. I don't know if we'll fuck today, but we'll talk about it."

"Six o'clock. I'll be there."

Zack pulled his shorts on, quite aware that Mark was standing beside him still, looking at the paper Zack had written on, and asked, as he straightened up, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Mark shook his head, grinning slyly, and kissed Zack on the lips, just a little peck, and was off.

Zack shook his head, tossing the towel into his locker, and slammed the locker shut, going out and swimming for a few hours, until three o'clock or so. He left, washing the chlorine off his body, leaving the shower curtain open still, in the hope that he would be approached a second time, but no dice.

He left, walking along the beach, thinking about Mark.

Mark had come over to him as he was swimming, breaking away from his father to swim with Zack, to play with him, standing and swimming as close to Zack as he could, a wicked look in his eyes as he flirted, his tight young body ever so inviting to Zack, who made a point of touching him, tickling him, dunking him under the water when he could, once slipping a careful hand under Mark's speedo's on 'accident.' It had been a good day.

Cody was at the beach house, wearing only his underwear, tight boxer briefs that made Zack hard as a rock, standing by the stove with an oven mitt and a ladle, cooking some kind of pasta. In through the creaking screen door, out of the heat of the day, he kissed his brother on the cheek, walking up the stairs to find Dustin passed out on the bed, his belly covered in cum. Zack grinned at him, opening the little refrigerator to get a drink out, and went back downstairs, having intended to get a quick nap, but Dustin needed his rest, the poor boy.

Zack sat at the island, looking at his brother's ass, opening his drink and taking a sip of it, swallowing it noisily, grinning at the glare Cody shot him, and said, "I met a boy at the pool house, he wants me to fuck him."

Cody looked about in shock. "You, um, you work fast."

Zack nodded. "Do you mind if I fuck him? I don't want to break your trust, buddy. You mean more to me than they do, I just don't want to hurt you."

Cody smiled sweetly, pulling away from the stove and kissing Zack quickly. "Are you going to have him come here?"

"As a rendezvous point, yeah. As a point of connection." Zack told his brother how they met. "He said that if you leave the curtain open, you want sex! I didn't know that at all!"

"But now that you know, you're going to make it habitual, aren't you?"

Zack grinned at his brother. "You should see him! He's built like a swimmer, with these long thin legs, he's a virgin though, or so he says, so I'll have to be slow when I get in him."

Cody winced. "He's eleven, you say? Yeah, he's in trouble. But he asked for it, right? He came up to you?"

"He wanted sex yeah. I'll tell him the danger, but he's gunna get what he deserves if he's a little slut about it."

"You have to be nice though, Zack, I know it isn't your nature, but come on."

"Nice like you were to Dustin earlier? You made him pass out! That boy wears out quick, but he's never passed out from fucking before."

"No no, he fell asleep after I came down here. I told him I was going to cook, and he said he was going to follow. I only finished about fifteen minutes before you got back. From, uh, the third time."

Zack chuckled. "You're getting better at lasting, then, I'm glad. It's more satisfying when it builds, isn't it?"

Cody nodded, stirring his brew slowly. "Yeah. It's especially easy if I get him to ride, cause he's not got the stamina to work hard." Cody blushed, and fell silent, as if catching himself for what he said.

"So, can I do him upstairs, or should we go elseware? I don't want to clear you and Dustin out."

"No, you should do him upstairs, that will work best for us all. Go and get Dustin awake, can you? Dinner is finished."

Zack stood. "Dinner, it's three."

"Whatever, go and get him."

Zack rolled his eyes, wanting to teach his brother a lesson for talking back, but settled for shooting a look of warning at his brother and hiking up the stairs, falling onto the bed to shake Dustin. "Get up, buddy, come on."

Dustin opened his pretty eyes, looking groggily over at Zack and smiled, whispering, "Hey."

Zack kissed him. "Hey buddy, come on, let's eat." Zack picked Dustin up, oblivious to the fact that Dustin was naked, and slick with cum, and carried him, giggling in tired protest, down to the table. "You need to eat to keep your strength up! Food replenishes that energy you expel keeping us happy! But not tonight, I don't think. I'm having a boy over, if that's okay with you."

Dustin cocked an eyebrow. "For sex? Don't tell my dad why, but you should let him know before we have visitors, he likes this house too much to see it maybe get damaged, or so he tells me."

"So I'll call him, no problem." Zack grabbed up the phone and called Dustin's father. The dial tone preceded him, but when he answered, Zack said, "Hello sir, it's Zack."

Silence as the phone was adjusted, and Martin asked, "Say again?"

"Martin, sir, it's Zack!"

"Hello son, how may I help you?"

"I met a boy at the pool, he want to visit. I'm wondering if he's allowed here. I respect that this is your property, and wanted to ask before he just, turns up."

More silence for a moment. "That's very nice of you, son, thank you. Just don't trash the place, okay? If he needs to be back to his house, make sure he can get there in time. I can give him a ride if need be. Be safe."

"Thank you sir." Zack hung up, knowing that Martin was very busy at the house, eating out like a hog, no doubt. He shuddered, dropping the phone onto the counter, giving a tried sigh from the heat, and accepting the bowl that Cody put in front of him.

Dustin, beside him, was looking up at Zack inquisitively, his little thigh pushed innocently against Zack's thigh, and Zack looked over quickly, shocking the boy, making him blush prettily.

"So, I'm good about having Mark over. You and me, Cody, we're gunna talk to Mark about sex, and make sure he knows what he wants, but in the meantime, I think we should clean up, or shower, or fuck, or something. He's gunna be here at six, so we have a while."

They ate, took a quick shower, and worked Dustin over, as he was getting accustomed to, getting him to the peak of orgasm before they stopped, edging him along to an almost painful high, until he wanted to cum so bad that he was starting to cry, and to this, as they were debating putting their cocks into him, there was a knock on the door downstairs.

Three of his fingers in Dustin, his tongue in overdrive, Zack turned about distractedly, pulling out as he stood, pointing at Dustin. "Get him off, will you Cody, and come down. Give me a minute to talk to Mark."

Dustin shouted as Zack went down the stairs, looking around the clothe partition that cut the stairs off from the lower floor, glancing at the front door to see if it was safe to be seen nude, and it was. Here was Mark, waving at Zack; his eyes bright and wide still, clearly excited to be here.

Zack opened the door and the creaking screen followed, admitting Mark to the house. "Hey there, buddy, did you find us alright?"

Mark looked around, clearly interested in the house, as if he was being introduced to something he knew of, but had never seen before. He was wearing what looked like a loin cloth, his chest bare aside from a thin necklace, his feet bare as well. Bracelets adorned his wrists, clinking about as he moves, his golden skin shimmering in the sun's light. "Yeah, I sail on by here all the time. There's good fishing up the coast. I always thought this place was abandoned."

There was another shout from upstairs, followed by a moaning, and Cody's grunting.

"Ignore that, my brother's just getting his fill of the resort owner's son. Yeah, we fish off the dock occasionally. We haven't been on the island a week, so I don't know if it was ever abandoned. We aren't family, just friends."

Yet another shout reached them, and Zack called up the stairs, "CODY get it done and come down here!" He grinned at Mark. "My brother gets so carried away sometimes. So what are you-" He broke off as Cody came down the stairs rapidly, a huge grin on his face as he buttoned some shorts on, waving at Zack. "Cody, this is Mark."

Cody held his hand out, smiling at Mark as they briefly connected, but Cody let go quickly, and went to his brother's side, kissing Zack on his cheek, holding Zack's arm as he leaned in close.

"Are you guys together?" Mark asked, his eyes narrowed in question.

Cody nodded, but didn't speak, so Zack said, "Yeah, I took his virginity a while back, and he took mine." Footsteps on the stairs, and here was Dustin, also wearing shorts like Cody was, pulling back the clothe partition to come out, but he stopped when he spotted Mark. "Cody took Dustin's virginity, a month or so ago. It's because of that that we are on Hawaii. What's wrong, Dustin?"

Zack had noticed that Dustin wasn't moving, but his words spurred Dustin to action. "N-nothing, Zack, I'm fine."

"You live here?" Mark said, laughing a little. "Your dad owns the resort? Why did I never know about that?"

"Because you never asked, Mark!" Dustin spat back at him, suddenly angry. "You and your big boy friends never asked anything about me!"

"Dustin?" Cody asked, pulling away from Zack to preform crowd control. "What's wrong, buddy."

"Just, uh," Dustin blushed, his anger melting away at the way the Cody grabbed him. "Just a victim of the past, like so much else."

"Do you want him to leave?" Zack asked.

Dustin shook his head. "It was years ago, wasn't it Mark?"

Mark nodded, looking Dustin square in the eyes, unafraid to say as he needed. "Yeah, I was nine, you were ten, I tried to ask about your mom, didn't I? I was wondering what was wrong, why she wasn't here? I told you my mom died too, didn't I? But I was six, and you were a baby, I knew her. I tried to talk to those boys, but they didn't want you. It wasn't my fault."

Dustin looked resolute to be upset. Feeling awkward, Zack looked at his brother, saying, "You boys need to resolve whatever dispute you have. I respect Dustin more, Mark, understand me? You came here for sex, but I am invested in Dustin's life. I will have to respect Dustin over you. Do you understand me?"

Mark nodded, his eyes strong and fierce.

"So again, Dustin, are you mad at Mark? Do you want him gone?"

Dustin's eyes looked up and down the length of Mark's body, but he shook his head. "No, Zack, that was a long time ago. I need to move on."

"Hug Mark then." Zack pointed at Mark. "Make up. Cody, let him go."

Cody obeyed in a moment, pushing Dustin forward, and while Dustin looked tentative to obey, a glance into Zack's eyes told him that he needed to follow orders. So Dustin crossed those few feet, walking up to Mark, into his outstretched arms, looking into his eyes, angry still, but his skin was soft and hot, against Dustin's belly, Mark's arms encircling him strongly, and Dustin pushed his face against Mark's shoulder, letting out a sigh as his anger faded away.

Zack looked at the two of them. "There we go. Relax boys, you're only young once. You have plenty of time before you're old, relax and enjoy it while you have it."

Dustin pulled back, staying against Mark, pressed against him completely, and looked into his eyes, sharing the pain that he had felt at being alone, how sad he had been here. Mark kissed him, making Dustin blush, ignoring Zack and Cody, sharing this private moment together. Mark's lips were soft against Dustin's lips, his hands firm, and Dustin moaned low in his throat, excited as he felt Mark's erection on his thigh, pushing against that crazy loincloth.

"Shit," Zack said, grinning over at his brother as they continued to kiss, "he came here for me, got lost on the way, and fell into Dustin. I guess I'm not taking you're virginity then."

Mark pulled away, grinning at Dustin before he looked over his shoulder at Zack. "We're still on, no. Dustin and I have some history, though. Tell them, Dustin."

"Once, last year, was it last year?" He looked at Mark. "Whatever, um, Mark and a few other boys were at the house, my father was visiting their fathers, and, uh, Mark here, even though he knew I wasn't a big fan of him, um."

"Get on with it, I want to get laid," Zack's eyes were harsh, and excited Dustin for that reason.

"H-he, uh, we masturbated. Um, together."

"Once," Mark added. "Just once. That's why I don't know why you're mad at me." He kissed Dustin on the cheek.

"It didn't fix what you did, how they ignored me. Plus, y-you have a silvertongue, M-Mark! You convinced me t-to get naked, a-and took pictures with me, and everything!"

Cody chuckled, grinning at Zack again. "These two need to have some serious sex, resolve their personal issues."

Zack nodded. "Come on, Mark, are we going to do this or not?"

Mark nodded as well, a big grin on his face.

"Are you coming, Dustin? Join in on the fun?"

Dustin pulled away, giving Mark an accusatory glare, and fled to Cody's arms, shaking his head at Zack.

"Cody?"

Cody also shook his head, hugging Dustin close with a grin. So Zack went over and grabbed Mark, pulling him for the stairs, his erection sore and ready for relief. Mark was giggling was he was dragged along, up to the bed to be dominated, and used for Zack's gain. Zack stood him at the base of the bed, taking a step back to survey him, glaring hotly at those thin, tanned thighs, his tight belly. "Take that, loincloth, thing off."

Mark obeyed, so Zack fell to his knees, looking at Mark's erection rubbing up and down on those firm thighs, kissing Mark's belly. He took Mark's erection in hand, pulling on his foreskin to make Mark moan. It was surprisingly thick, given that he was eleven, heavy on Zack's palm.

"What is this, five inches?" He glanced for a brief moment into Mark's eyes.

Mark nodded, so Zack went to his balls, rolling them. They were about the size of marbles, but they made Mark whimper when Zack pulled on them, so they worked for what they were made for.

"How about you?"

"Eight, I think. Cody measured it, I don't ask though. Can you take it all, do you think?" His hand went between Mark's thighs, under his balls, to touch his hole, to tease the boy.

Mark nodded strongly. "Did Cody? Did Dustin?"

"Yes to both." Zack pushed Mark back, making him sit on the bed, and Zack stood. "You're going on hands and knees, but first, examine me, feel every inch, touch my balls, but don't suck, or lick. That will be for later. Hands only."

Mark obeyed this without question, his hands touching the head, pulling Zack's foreskin back, rubbing the shaft, lifting it, rubbing it, touching Zack's heavy, plumb balls, licking his lips as he did so, very much wanting to taste it.

He looked up into Zack's eyes, and his gaze was enough to convince Zack to act, pushing the boy onto his back. "Hands and knees, faggot, let's go."

Mark turned about, his tanned butt high and firm, perfectly shaped, and Zack grunted, his erection throbbing as he touched it, pushing Mark to his hands and knees, making him go up the bed a bit before Zack was ready. His hole was pink, flexing from the scrutiny, and Zack touched it, licking his fingers, and swirling them around on the outside, making Mark grunt. He licked it, and the grunt turned to a heavy moan, his head falling loose as his neck disengaged.

"I've done this to those two boys a lot; understand, so I know what I'm talking about. Where I tell you to relax, you need to relax, okay? This will hurt, but I will be slow, I will allow you to adapt, but I have a lot of stamina, so you will need to be able to stay relaxed when I'm in you. Is this clear?"

"Yeah, Zack, of course. Get it going, please."

"Alright then. Relax where my finger is." He made a tight circle around the first ring of muscle, feeling Mark try and release the muscle there, but he wasn't used to this; that was clear. "My finger is going in. I'll push it all the way, so you need to relax the whole way in." He sucked on his middle finger, of his right hand, and pushed it, slowly, steadily, into Mark, making the boy accept it.

"Is that all you've got, Zack?" Mark grunted this through gritted teeth, wriggling his hips around as he got used to the feeling, his breath suddenly hard.

"Yeah, you're gunna be like that, huh?" Zack pulled it back and pushed it back in hard and fast. Mark was so tight and hot around Zack's finger. "Yup, you're definitely a virgin. You're gunna be a sore boy when I'm finished with you, but you aren't gunna back out, are you? You're stronger than that, and plus, this is gunna make a man out of you." He pulled back and pushed deep once more, going hard to make it hurt. "Isn't it?"

"Yes Zack!"

"Shut up." Zack kissed Mark on his tanned butt cheek, licking it, starting to work his finger in slowly. "Relax, get used to the feeling. Focus on the goal."

Mark was panting now that Zack was finger fucking him, his breath strained and hot on the bed. A few minutes went by, and this was all the communication that passed between them, until Zack pulled his finger out, spitting across a second, and pushing those two into Mark. "Shhh." He whispered, as Mark complained, breathing rapidly, and Zack made a point of arching a sly finger against Mark's prostate.

Mark shuddered, moaning heavily as he came onto the bed, his body quivering, and Zack chuckled. "You're gunna be doing that a lot when I'm inside of you. Just keep your focus on relaxing, boy."

Zack reached his other hand around Mark's front, pulling Mark's foreskin down to torment him, making him shiver still, grunting as Zack fingered him.

This lasted a while, to the addition of a third finger, and finally, Zack knew it was time to end this foreplay, his fingers leaving Mark. He walked around the bed to the nightstand, pulling forth a bottle of expensive lube that, as a very weird gift from Martin, was a welcome addition to their nightly activities.

He dropped the bottle in front of Mark. "Last chance." Climbing up onto the bed, sitting like an Indian, he looked into Mark's eyes. "You can choose that this isn't right, and we can spend the next few days doing simple stuff like fingering you, I got a dildo around here somewhere, and a butt plug, you can suck me and Cody off, there's a lot that could happen. Or you can bear the pain, and take my dick right now."

Mark looked worried now, glancing at the bottle of lube, and nodded. "I want you to take my virginity, Zack. Do it. I knew what I was asking for when I spoke to you this morning."

Zack nodded, grabbing up the lube. "I'm not going to be nice to you, if you keep this up. On your back, or as you are now? How do you want it? Both ways will hurt, but if you're on your back, we can kiss, and communicate better. What do you want?"

No deliberation, Mark rolled onto his back, lifting his legs up, his face set and determined.

Zack nodded, admiring that Mark was going through with this, glad that he was the first to have this boy, to teach him. No matter how he was talking, Zack knew that Mark was nervous, that he was afraid of the pain, but Zack was going to punish him for being so accepting, for biting off more than he was ready for. "Remember to relax, just focus as I go in, it will take a minute for me to get all the way in, but you'll take it."

Zack's eyes flashed, and Mark grinned at him, his young body quivering and ready. Zack poured the lube on his erection liberally, lifting Mark a bit to pour some into him, and got his thighs under Mark's lower back, to where he could line his erection up well, and thrust deep.

He capped the lube, dropping it on the bed, and pushed his way between those thighs

"Breathe out, boy, alright? Breathe out, and again, and again, relax your muscles." He put his weight on his cock, giving Mark reason to moan as it tried to breach, as it tried to enter him.

"H-hurry up, Zack, I want it."

Zack shook his head, putting a hand on Mark's belly, the other pushing Mark's thighs apart, pushing all his weight on the head of his cock. He took it in hand to line it up better, working it in a circle, glancing up into Mark's eyes; his mouth was open wide as he breathed out heavily, his eyes wide as he realized how heavy Zack's erection was just resting there.

"Steady. It's going to go in soon."

As with the first time Zack entered Dustin, he knew he would have to cram his cock into Mark to even enter, as large as his erection was, but he was determined to wreck Mark, to reduce him to a moaning, ruined mess.

He grunted as he felt his cock begin to work past that first ring of muscle, as Mark started to moan, whimpering heavily, the head of his cock going into Mark. He breathed out a sigh, running his hand down Mark's belly to put it beside the boy's head, his hand a fist, pushing in slow but steady, minding Mark's voice, grunting as Zack pushed more in. But as tight as he was, the way he was shivering against Zack, he needed this, as Zack did, he needed to be given this pleasure.

Zack glanced down. "That's about half way. How you doing boy?"

Mark shook his head, clearly trying to speak, but Zack was still pushing, and it was so heavy, and thick, that Mark forgot how to speak for a minute.

"Talk to me."

"Z-Zack, f-fuck me!"

"Yeah?"

One of Mark's hands touched the hand that was holding his belly, encircling Zack's wrist. "I-It hurts! But, I-I, I want it! A-all of it!"

Zack growled, pushing hard, and sunk to his balls, forgetting that Mark was a virgin, slamming in the last few inches, and Mark shouted as he came, all over his belly, tears leaking out of his eyes as they shut tight, his mouth open wide. He was breathing heavily, panting, trying to keep steady, to relax like Zack told him, but it was hard when he was getting stretched like this.

Zack left it in deep, touching Mark's face, prompting the boy to open his eyes, and kissed Mark on his cheek, on his pouty lips. "Talk to me, how is this?"

"I, want, more!"

"Yeah?" Zack pulled it back for another thrust, kissing Mark as he whimpered, tasting his gasping sighs. "You like this?"

Mark nodded. "Uh-huh!"

"Yeah, I'll bet." Another heavy thrust. "How about I start going a bit faster, can you take it?"

Mark's eyes rolled back in his head. "Give it to me!"

Zack propped himself up, rocking strong from his hips, kissing Dustin on his lips still, keeping his eyes locked as Mark tried to get used to this feeling. It filled him in a way he hadn't expected, Zack's thick erection. It was a rough kind of pain, a desperate one, one he couldn't get past, as their hips connected, as Zack growled, starting to thrust a bit harder now, hitting depths Mark hadn't known about, but the pain overrode it all.

He came again, shaking still, his little balls emptying onto his belly again, and his moans were painfully delighted, his cheeks pink, his embarrassment obvious as he took this punishment.

"This is going to last for a while, if you allow it. I can choose when I finish, through my superior biology." Zack grunted, his eyes rolling back for a moment. "But you are soo tight. I'm going to cum inside you, that isn't an option, but you can choose to be done with this, of it's too much."

"G-give me all you h-have Zack! I'm not a g-girl, you k-know!"

"Yeah, you're a good boy, taking pain like you are, pretending it doesn't hurt. Making me happy. You like making me happy?" He kissed Mark.

"Yes Zack, I do!"

"Say my name then."

Mark shook his head.

"Yeah? You're gunna disobey me?! Say it!" He realized that he was thrusting faster, going rough on Mark, but he was getting more and more randy as he realized that Mark, was starting to try and work down, despite the fact that it clearly hurt a lot. "Say my name!"

"NO!"

"Do it boy! I want my brother to hear you scream!"

"I-I won't submit to you!"

Zack growled, thrusting harder into Mark, forgetting that the boy was a virgin. No one had ever told him no before, not while he was inside them, and this made Zack angry…

An hour later, not that either of them were counting, Zack allowed himself to get ready to cum, and by this point, Mark was a wisp on the wind, a lump of moaning, sore boy, taking all that Zack would give. Zack warned him, of course, saying, "I'm gunna cum soon, understand me?"

Mark nodded his tired acknowledgment.

"It's gunna be real thick inside you, but you'll have to hold it in, or the fur will get nasty."

It was too late for that, but no matter.

"Get ready to take it, I'm gunna, huh, c-cum!"

And he did, slamming forward with a savage growl, grabbing Mark's hips as hard as he could, rocking as the feeling lasted, as his balls emptied into Mark, and he moaned alongside the boy.

When it was all over, and he panted, still buried deep and hard as a rock, looking down into Mark's face. The boy was panting, his face a bit red, and so Zack pulled out slowly, sitting up on his knees and crawling up the bed, squeezing his cock to shoot his cum on Mark's face. He fell beside the boy, on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

"You said no to me, boy, and I'm not so sure about that." Zack looked over at him.

"I-it was, uh, heat of the moment. God you have a big dick. Ow, my belly hurts."

"Yeah, well you deserve it, talking back to me…"

"I like to roughhouse, Zack. I like action, I like to be in charge."

"Well so do I, come here." Zack pulled Mark closer, so that he was resting against Zack's chest. "You asked me to take your virginity. I did that. When I am randy, and fucking you, I want you to submit to me. I will fuck you as hard as I can to prove that to you. That was less than a quarter of what I am capable of. I wanted to be nice because you're new to this."

"You should have gone all the way." Mark pulled away, shaking as he sat up, and stood, licking his lips as he looked at Zack's still erect cock. "Are we going to shower?"

Zack glared at Mark for a moment before he nodded. "Follow me. Also, are you staying the night?"

Mark shrugged, so Zack stood and led him down, still nude, to Cody and Dustin, who were sitting in the living room, clearly waiting for Zack to be done with Mark.

"How was it?" Cody asked them.

"He's tight," Zack said, grinning savagely. "He's a little shit, but he's gunna be sore, but he'll be better when he heals. How was it?" He nudged Mark.

Mark blushed prettily. "I loved it. Like I told you, I wanted it. That's all."

Cody glanced at Dustin. "Sounds like someone I know. I heard you boys mention him staying over." Cody was holding the phone, and he held it out to Zack. "Call up. Get it started. Dustin and I gathered wood for a fire, so we might set one up on the beach. We can blaze marshmallows and stuff."

Zack, Dustin, and Mark all nodded, and Mark whispered, "We make fires all the time, in my neck of the woods. That should be fun."

So Zack called, and got permission for Mark to stay the night, so Mark called his father, and also got his permission, so the four boys all looked at one another for a moment, wondering where to start.

"So," Zack said, "I think that me and Mark need to shower. Come on."

Cum was dribbling from Mark, and he knew it, so he turned about and went with Zack into the shower, pushed in when the water was on and warm, and Zack followed him, the space barely enough for them both, just as Zack wanted it. He held Mark's shoulders, kissing the boy under the streaming water. He whispered, "It's like this morning, except, you're showering with me, not bothering me about island customs."

Mark grinned. "Hey, you didn't complain about that when you were inside me."

"No, I didn't. Lean against the wall and push your bum out, I'll clean you, check for blood, see if you're hurt. I don't think you are, but it's a possibility." After Mark obeyed, Zack went to his knees, feeling Mark's slim, firm legs up, taking a bite of his firm little ass, pushing a single finger into Mark slowly, earning a happy little moan from him. He rubbed his other hand over Mark's thighs, cleaning his sticky skin off, pulling his finger out. "No blood, just cum, as to be expected. You did well about relaxing. Good boy."

He kneaded Mark's firm cheeks, kissing him, and licked up the middle, making Mark moan and push his head against the wall, pushing back against Zack's slow onslaught, wanting more sex, to be touched, and to touch, as much as he could.

But Zack stood, pulling his foreskin back, cleaning the lube and cum off of his cock, hard and ready for more domination, but that could wait, even though Mark was looking down at it in hunger, licking his lips.

"You look horny, Mark. Wanna suck on it? Do you want to taste Zack?" He put his hand on Mark's shoulder, grinning when Mark nodded, so to the floor he was pushed. "Examine it now; don't put it in your mouth. Make sure it's clean, feel every inch. You'll suck it when we're out of the shower. It'll taste better when you have my precum and sweat on your tongue. You'll know what I taste like, the first for you. Understand?"

Mark's hands were already sliding all over Zack's thick cock, pulling his foreskin down, cradling Zack's heavy balls with a satisfied moan. He seemed enthralled that it existed, that it had been inside him, this ruinous, rough thing, a weapon used to fight a war only Zack could win, a war that Mark, and Dustin, and first Cody had all lost…