Simply Red

Max’s Perspective

The Red Hot Camaro growled beneath me and the wind blew through my hair as I drove South with the top down towards Brody and my new life. I had just graduated from college in Milwaukee and accepted a job teaching in a small rural town in North Carolina about a half hour from my fiancé Brody’s home. I met Brody while I was in college, we lived in the same duplex; I lived on the first floor with my two “roommates” and he lived in the studio apartment on the third. I put quotations around “roommates” because we were more than that, we were a throuple at the time. But… when I met Brody, I decided that I wanted a simpler relationship, just one person, and that person was Brody. There was something so different about him. He was… well hot, but hot’s not the right word. He was fucking adorable! He was a little guy, about 5’4” and 125 pounds with a cute bubble butt, dark brown eyes that wreaked of sincerity, and soft auburn curls that spilled out of the old baseball cap he usually wore. The cherry on top was his endearing southern accent. But that’s not what made him different. He was a quiet guy that didn’t really care what the world thought of him. He just was who he was, and that’s what attracted me.

Brody was an artist who preferred standing in front of his easel over socializing with people, but for some reason he opened his shy exterior and let me in. He had graduated a year before me and got a job with a small advertising agency back home in North Carolina, closer to his family. His grandmother (Grammaw) had left him and old house on ten acres of land. Almost three years later, here I was moving to North Carolina to be with him and start our life together. I caught my reflection in the rearview mirror and chuckled a little bit. I was just a scrawny little ginger when I started college, but I looked pretty damn butch now. My bright red hair was cropped short and I was sporting a perfectly trimmed red beard. I had been working out and put on some muscle over the past couple of years too. Brody’s brother Dylan called me a redneck in trainin’. In fact, he talked me into buying this car, a Red Hot Camaro convertible. I was looking at a nice, practical Corolla but Dylan convinced me that if I was going to survive in the rural South, I needed some muscle under the hood.

The two brothers also got me hooked on country music. I cranked the stereo when Maren Morris started singing, “We're in the home stretch of the hard times. We took a hard left, but we're alright. Yeah, life sure can try to put love through it, but we built this right, so nothing's ever gonna move it. When the bones are good, the rest don't matter, yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter. Let it rain, 'cause you and I remain the same. When there ain't a crack in the foundation, baby, I know any storm we're facing will blow right over while we stay put. The house doesn’t fall when the bones are good.” The song hit home with me.

The last year had been a rough one for me and Brody. I was so stressed out with finishing up school and trying to find a job, Brody was adjusting to his new job and working hard to fix up the house, and being a thousand freaking miles away from him wasn’t helping my state of mind. We broke up for a couple of weeks (the worst fucking weeks of my life), I don’t even remember why. It was over something extremely trivial and stupid; we were both stressed out and our emotions got the best of us (well, my emotions got the best of me. Brody was steady as a rock). I don’t remember the fight, but I remember making up. That sweet little fuck flew from North Carolina to Milwaukee unannounced and showed up on my doorstep with an engagement ring. “Maxwell” he said, (everyone else called me Max (or Red), but Brody called me Maxwell) “enough of this crap, we know how this story ends, so Marry me already.” How the hell do you say no to that? Now I was making the trek from Wisconsin to North Carolina to be with him. His family had been working their asses off to renovate Grammaw’s house and turn it into the perfect home for us. I went down there on breaks and on the occasional weekend to help. Last time I was there it was pretty much done except the exterior paint. He wouldn’t tell me what colors he had picked out because he wanted to surprise me. Well, I would find out soon enough, I was just a couple exits away. I stopped for gas, grabbed a Gatorade, then roared back onto the freeway for the final stretch.

The Camaro turned off the exit and down the back roads that led to my new home and the man I loved. I was minutes away from the rest of my life. I took the last turn onto Brody’s road… well, OUR road I guess, then turned into the long gravel driveway (Shit, I didn’t think about the gravel fucking up my paint job, I’d have to remember to drive slowly). When I got to the end of the driveway, I drove past Brody’s Jeep and his pickup and parked in front of the garage door. When I looked up, I was utterly shocked, the house was fucking beautiful! I hadn’t been there in about five months, Brody had painted it yellow with green and purple trim, like one of the old painted lady Victorians you’d see in San Francisco or in the Deep South, it was incredible. Brody was an amazing artist with an uncanny talent to combine colors to create masterpieces. As I stood there in awe taking in the majesty of the old homestead the front door opened and there he stood; the love of my life.

Brody stepped off the porch and came down to greet me. He pulled me into a hug, I know that doesn’t sound like a big deal, but I was one of the few people in the world that Brody hugged. “Oh my god, this place looks amazing. I am so proud of you” I said.

“Gotdammit, I missed you, Maxwell. I can’t believe you’re finally here” he kissed me, then looked at my car and laughed. “Damn, baby. That is one sweet ride, I can’t believe Dylan talked you into it… he’s gonna turn you into a full-on redneck.” Then he said, “look over there I got you a welcome home present” and nodded at the garage door as he pulled a remote out of his pocket and the door opened like magic.

“A garage door opener?!” I said excitedly, and no… I couldn’t believe I was getting excited over a garage door opener either, but I was.

“I cleaned her out so you got a place to keep your new baby.” Brody said with a grin. God, I loved that quiet little man with the heart of gold. “Let’s unload yer gear and you put your baby away. We started unloading the car and moving my stuff into the house. I didn’t have much, just clothes, some bed linens, and a couple boxes of odds and ends. It took us all of ten minutes to move my stuff into the old house. I had to admit the place looked gorgeous. Brody put his hand in my front pocket and grabbed my car keys, giving my package a little squeeze as he did. “I’ll pull yer baby into the garage” he said with a grin, he couldn’t wait to get behind the wheel. I walked outside and watched him as he got in the car and to my surprise through it in reverse and flipped it around “I’m gonna go show Dylan” he yelled. “I’ll be right back” Then I heard a ‘Yahoo’ as he took off down the driveway. I just laughed and went back into the house to finish unpacking.

He got back about an hour later and I was in the kitchen putting some stuff away. “So how was your joyride?” I asked.

“Awesome” he said with a big ole grin. “But not half as good as the one I’m about to take.” He smacked my ass then felt me up, squeezing my biceps “Damn baby, you have bulked up!” He embraced me and as we kissed his hands moved down and cupped my firm ass. “Damn, somebody’s been doing their squats.” My now-harder body was obviously working for him and we started to make out, damn I forgot how much he turned me on.

My strong little man lifted me by my hips onto the counter and started fumbling with my shorts, I lifted my hips so he could pull them off over my shoes, next came my underwear. I sat my naked buttocks back down on the cold as fuck granite countertops and let out a little yelp, making Brody snicker. He leaned in, looked up at me with those big brown eyes and gave my soft manhood a long lick from the underside of my balls up to the piss slit. I grew hard at the touch of his tongue, each lick, each lap of his warm tongue made my dick twitch with excitement as it filled with blood, within a couple of minutes I was hard as a rock. He kept looking into my eyes as he moved down and licked my balls, oh my god it had been so long and it felt so good … I had waited almost two fucking months for this moment! He took a deep whiff of me “dammit Maxwell, I missed the way you smell.” He growled at me as he worked his magic. He sucked each of my low hanging balls into his mouth, one at a time. Then he licked his way back up my shaft engulfing the head when he got to the top. He took my long shaft down his throat, swallowing me whole. He had been waiting too and was hungry with lust.

Brody moved up and down my shaft for a long time, his hand following his soft lips as his mouth and tongue gave me immense pleasure. My hands were planted on the countertop holding my upper body up. I wanted to throw my head back in ecstasy, but there was no room so I rested it on the new pine cabinets. That man new how to work me into a frenzy and he was pulling out all the stops. His tongue twirled around my shaft as his throat muscles contracted around its engorged head. He would gag a little every now and then as he took me down to the root. He had me on the brink of orgasm then stopped, torturing me with prolonged anticipation. When he knew it was safe, he went down on me again, up, and down, twisting his tongue and hand to stimulate every nerve ending bringing me to the very edge of no return, then stopping.

He had a devilish grin on his cute as fuck face as he pulled off my cock and went down my inner thighs, first the right, then back up dragging his tongue across my ball sac, then down the left thigh to my ankle. He repeated this several times driving me fucking mad with desire and anticipation! He started to untie my right shoe and pulled it off, then the sock. He massaged my foot like the pro he was. Brody was a licensed massage therapist and had work his way through college with his strong talent hands… now I was the beneficiary of his talent and experience. After he finished with my right foot, he repeated his worship on the left. My eyes were closed when I felt a warm sensation on my big toe. Brody had taken it into his mouth, HOLY FUCK the pleasure shot up my leg and right to my shaft as Brody massaged my sole with his thumbs as he sucked my toe. One toe became two, two became three, etc. until all my fucking toes were in his mouth. It was an amazing sensation… so sensual and intimate. After a couple of minutes, he repeated his amazing moves on my other foot. I must’ve been sitting on that cold, hard countertop for a half our as he focused on giving pleasure to my lower body. Finally, he stood and said “C’mon, let’s go to our bedroom.” OUR bedroom. Yup, I lived there now.

Before I could even get off the counter, we heard the front door fly open “Hey boys” a voice boomed out “I’m taking you to dinner to celebrate Red’s arrival!” Fuck it was Dylan, Brody’s brother. I loved Dylan, but really didn’t want to greet him for the first time in five months with no pants! My panicked eyes met Brody’s as I jumped off the counter and reached for my shorts. I was pulling them up as Brody shoved my underwear and socks into his pockets. My shoes were still off but I got myself presentable just in time to greet Dylan as he walked into the kitchen. “RED! You finally made it!” he said pulling me into a bear hug, I pushed my ass back so my hardon didn’t rub up against him. Dylan was a slightly bigger, stockier version of his brother. He was a cub-like version of Brody but more extroverted and definitely a bigger presence.

Brody’s face was beet red and he was stumbling to keep his composure “Um, that sounds awesome. Where we goin’?” He asked and the two brothers started talking about where to go for dinner.

When Dylan let me out of our hug I ran upstairs to ‘freshen up.’ Brody discreetly handed me my socks and underwear when Dylan went over to the refrigerator to grab a beer. I heard Dylan yelling to me as I ran up the steps “We’re takin’ that little cherry bomb of yours, Red… and I’m drivin.’” A few minutes later I came back down and we went out to the garage, Dylan jumped in the driver’s seat and turned the key, she grumbled like an angry monster. “Son of a bitch, Red. I told you this car was the right move.” Dylan laughed as he marveled at the roar of the engine and revved it even more.

Dylan backed my baby out of the garage, flipped her around and we took off down the gravel drive with Brody sitting in the tiny backseat and me riding shotgun, both of us holding on for dear life as Dylan tested the cars performance on the back country roads. We drove for about five miles and came to a free-standing building in the middle of nowhere, Dylan barreled into the parking lot and found a space away from the other vehicles. He put up the top and locked her up then took a walk around the now dust-covered muscle car with a smile on his face. He put his arm around me as we walked in and said “I’m proud of you, Red. I know you wanted some little foreign job with good gas mileage, but you got yourself a butch piece of muscle there.” When we got in the dark little bar-like restaurant that would become one of our regular haunts, and took a booth in the corner, Dylan sat across from me and said, “I’m really happy you’re finally here, Red” then added “So, tell me about your friend Gina… What’s her deal?”

Gina was a friend of mine from college. She had landed a teaching job in Milwaukee, but it fell through at last minute and I got her an interview at my school… she nailed it and would be moving to town in just a few weeks. She had just left the night before I arrived and Brody had been showing her around. “You met her when you visited us in Milwaukee” I answered.

“Yeah, but she had a boyfriend then, she didn’t say nothing about a boyfriend when she was here.” Dylan replied. I thought to myself ‘duh, Max! He’s interested in her.’ I hadn’t connected those dots until just then. I thought about it for a minute and it made a lot of freaking sense. Both Daylan and Gina were very genuine people, good-hearted people. They said what they thought and did what they believed to be right. Actually, when I gave it some thought it seemed like a pretty damn good match.

“She’s free as a bird” I replied with a grin on my face then added, “She’s going to be alone in a strange place… I’m just sayin’.”

Dylan smiled shyly (which was kind of unlike him), blushed and said, “Well I guess I better clear my social calendar to show her around.”

“How about if we have you both over for dinner when she moves to town?” I offered. “Then you can take it from there.” Brody shot me a look that said don’t get involved, but Dylan was smiling like a lovestruck idiot.

The waitress came over, looked at the other two and asked, “The usual, boys?” Body and Dylan both nodded, apparently, they had been eating at this place once or twice a week since Brody moved back and always had burgers and onion rings. Then she looked at me and said, “Hey, there hon, what can I get you?” I ordered the fish & chips. The food came quickly, and was surprisingly great.

“I’m glad ya’ like it, because the next closest place is about another ten miles from here” Brody said.

“We really are out in the middle of fucking nowhere, aren’t we?” I asked.

Dylan let out a belly laugh and said, “Welcome to the South, son. Wait ‘til you need groceries.” We finished dinner then he pulled out a wad of cash and left it on the table. “I’m, driving home, Red” Dylan called out as he got up and headed to the car. This time I got stuck in the back seat as the two brothers sat in the front and sped down the country roads back to our house. When we got back to our place, Dylan welcomed me to town one last time with a hug, then got into his truck and headed home leaving us alone again.

We walked into the house and Brody grabbed my hand and playfully yanked me upstairs to the bedroom, “let’s pick up where we left off, Maxwell.” He said as he pushed me backwards onto the bed and pulled my shorts and underwear off over my shoes again, just like he had done earlier on the countertop in the kitchen. Instead of going for my cock this time, he pushed my knees back to my chest and went for my hole, oh my god it had been ridiculously neglected. I shaved and trimmed before I left Milwaukee, hoping this is where our first night back together would lead us. I wriggled out of my shirt as Brody did his magic on my hole, pushing his tongue into my depths. I was lying there naked with my feet in the air and my shoes and socks still on my feet. After several minutes of assaulting my hole, Brody got up and stripped. He was standing naked in front of me with a semi. God, I forgot how amazingly tight his little body was. He was just a little guy, but everything was perfectly toned and proportioned… well, maybe his manhood was slightly bigger than expected, but other than that…

I crawled up on the bed and laid in the middle. Brody was about to get on top of me, but then broke out in laughter “Ya’ still have yer damn shoes on Maxwell.” Then he untied them and take them off, then he peeled each sock off kissing each foot as he did. When he had us both naked, he straddled my chest putting his hard cock inches from my mouth. I licked it and tried to take it in, but the angle wasn’t working so Brody got off my chest and I scooted down the bed so that he could face-fuck me. He got into position and pushed forward until his pubic bush was pushing against my nose, I took a deep whiff. Mother fuck! I had missed his scent so much, it made me feel so safe and so much like… I don’t know… like this is where I was meant to be. Here. With him. Like I was finally home.

Within a few minutes he was hard as hell and raring to go. He pulled out and lined himself up, my hole was still slick from his saliva and his dick was slick with mine, it was more than enough lube for him to enter me. I had my knees to my chest and our eyes were locked as he entered me. His head popped past my ring and he stopped and leaned in for a passionate kiss. With our lips locked he pushed deeper and deeper until he bottomed out deep within my passage. We just stayed like that making out with his cock all the way in me for a long time just reveling in being together again after all this time… and this time permanently.

Finally, he started to pull out slowly until he was all the way out. A whimper escaped my lips, I felt so fucking empty and wanted him back in me. I put my hands on his cheeks and pulled him back in, a grin came across his lips as he reentered me “Damn, I’m so happy you’re finally home, Maxwell” he whispered in my ear. He moved in and out of me. In and out using long, slow strokes. With almost every damn move he hit my prostate. I never felt fuller than I did at that moment. This is gonna sound stupid as fuck, be it felt like we were one, like this was some kind of coming together of two souls. Sex with Brody was always hot, but this something beyond hot… I can’t even explain it properly, all I knew is that it was right.

“I need this so fucking bad, fuck me harder Brody.” I growled in ecstasy as Brody obliged and did ask, I begged. This was the hardest fuck we had ever shared and it could NOT last long enough for me. I wanted this to go on forever. This was my new life, here with Brody, it’s what we had both worked so hard for; to be together. I reveled in the intimacy as Brody slammed into me, then pulled out, then slammed in again over and over.

Finally, Brody couldn’t take it any longer. “I’m cumming” he groaned into my ear as he pistoned in and out of me faster and harder. “Oh my god, Maxwell, oh my fucking god you are so tight… you’re fucking perfect” he said as he made his final thrust into me and shot his load deep into my bowels, breeding me. Making me his.” His sweat covered body collapsed on top of mine for just a moment, then he moved between my legs and took my cock deep down his throat. Brody was a giving lover, he usually made sure I came first but when I didn’t, he made sure I finished.

He moved up and down my cock, swirling his tongue around my shaft and tugging hard on my balls, he knew I loved that. It didn’t take long before My fingers were on top of his head, tangled in his curly auburn locks as I forced him down on my shaft, fucking his throat “I’m cumming” I yelled, lost in my own desire. Brody didn’t answer, he just continued to slurp and gag on my engorged manhood taking me like he was on a mission to pleasure me. His mission was close to complete. “I’m coming, Brody.” I panted breathlessly as my head thrashed from side to side in pure euphoria. Brody worked harder and faster and I shot down his throat. Spurt after powerful spurt as he gulped and grunted swallowing every last drop of my essence. After I shot my load, the tip of my dick became sensitive as hell, but Brody didn’t stop. I was writhing and squirming as he continued to work my softening member. Finally, he relented and laid next to me. We kissed and I could taste my own cum on his breath.

We laid side by side, his arm around my neck facing each other. “I’ve waited for you for so long, Maxwell” Brody said with his southern twang.

“It’s only been a couple of months” I whispered back while I looked in his eyes and touched his face.

“Bullshit” he said quietly looking deeply into my eyes. “I waited my whole lonely life for you. I had given up on ever meeting you. I had pretty much figured I’d end up alone until I met you.” I was looking in his eyes, we had talked a lot, but he never told me that before. Brody didn’t like to be around people much before we met, he still struggled with it, but for some reason he let me in.

I was the luckiest mother fucking ginger on earth.

To be continued…

Author's note: I hope you enjoy this latest series, please bear with me as I develop the adventures of Brody and Max, it may take some time between chapters. Thanks for hanging with me.