Simply Red

Max’s Perspective

Holy shit it was our wedding day!!!! It felt like we had waited forever for this day. I woke up alone in a hotel suite that Brody had booked us for the weekend. He thought it would be romantic if we spent the night before our wedding apart, so I drove over here and checked in after dinner with our parents. I thought the idea sucked. The best part of my day was waking up with Brody, but today he was home in our bed and I was there alone. Stupid idea, but a romantic gesture. I was in the shower when I heard a knock on the door. I dried off quickly, put on one of the robes that was hanging in the bathroom and got to the door as quickly as I could. It was room service bringing a breakfast that I didn’t order, I argued with the cute guy but he insisted I had ordered it, pushed the cart through the room, out onto the balcony, and unloaded it all on the small patio table. It was a hell of a lot of food under silver covers. I went to get the guy a tip from my pants in the bedroom, but he was gone before I came back.

Suddenly, the door opened and there stood Brody with a rose. “I hated not waking up together, but it don’t mean we can’t spend our wedding morning together” then he kissed me. Brody was quiet and didn’t interact much with others, but he was incredibly thoughtful. I went to get dressed and he stopped me. “I like you nekkid” he said with an adorable grin. We sat outside at the tiny table and poured the coffee as we looked out over the ocean. I took the covers off the dishes and we ate the amazing breakfast. “The caterer showed up with the pig already and got it goin’. Your mom and grandma came over early to put the ribbons and flowers up.  That’s the end of the prep, so I came here to be with you” Brody said with a smile. Our wedding reception was going to be a down-home pig pickin’ at our place and they were roasting the pig on site. We sat and talked about how excited we were to see everyone, and our expectations for the day. It wasn’t stressful in the least, just a relaxing moment between the two of us. After breakfast, I got dressed and we headed back to the house leaving Brody’s Jeep at the hotel since we’d be back after the reception to stay for the night.

When we got to the house the place was buzzing! The caterer had the spit-roaster going and it smelled amazing. We had talked about it for weeks, but I guess I just never thought about the actual pig being roasted. Oh my god, seeing the pig roasting made me feel sad. I know it sounds stupid… but I was a city boy, I ate meat all the time but somehow never really thought about my dinner as an animal. Food was just food but seeing that pig…ugh. I made a mental note to stay out of the spit-roasting area for the rest of the event.

My mother and grandmother were finishing up with the flowers and the ribbons and straightening the rows of chairs to make sure everything was just so. My father and grandfather were out behind the barn setting up a bocce ball court, and a cornhole game so people had things to occupy their time. We wanted the night to be fun and about our family and friends, not just about us. And frankly, we figured if we kept folks busy then there would be less attention and social pressure on us (well, specifically on Brody). Plus, it would encourage strangers to get to know each other.

Betty Ann and Brody’s dad stopped by to see if we needed anything and jumped in to help my parents and grandparents. When we were done, we all took a final look around. My parents and grandparents were getting their first real look at our place and were full of compliments. “This is such a charming place” My mom said.

“You’ve made some smart improvements, boys” My grandfather added. “You’ve got yourself a true asset here.”

 “Gotdamn, I’m impressed Grammaw’s place has never looked better. You know she’d be proud of you” Brody’s daddy said as his face turned serious. “Not just what you’ve done to the house, but finishin’ school and all, then findin’ a good man like Max to spend your life with” Brody smiled shyly. “She was always yer biggest fan and hoped you’d come back home.” His dad wasn’t a sentimental kind of guy and rarely said things like that, and Brody was touched. Then they surprised the hell out of me… the two men hugged. Neither of them was a hugger but they gave into the moment. 

Betty Ann was tearing up watching the rare tender moment between her husband and his grown son. “We brought our clothes with us, I hope it’s okay if we change here" she said changing the subject and killing the moment before she started to cry. 

“Of course. You guys can take Grammaw’s room and use the spare bathroom” Brody said as he pulled away from his dad’s embrace and we continued to walk the grounds looking around. Everything was ready and we had a couple of hours to get ready before the wedding.

“Well, it’s time for us to head back to the hotel and change” my dad said and mom nodded in agreement. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and they all piled into the rented car and went to get ready for the big event. As the car left the driveway, the rest of us headed into the house to get ready.

Brody and I took a shower together as Witchy sat on the vanity wand cleaned herself. I had taken a shower just a couple of hours earlier but wanted to be fresh and perfect for the long day ahead. We dried off, primped, and put on some cologne. Our invitations specified casual; this was a party and we wanted everyone to have a great time and be talking about our event for years. Brody and I bought matching outfits, new jeans, black button down shirts, white ties, and cowboy boots. Kinda dressy, kinda casual… very us. We got dressed, straightened each other’s ties, then kissed tenderly before we turned to look at ourselves in the mirror. “Day-um, Maxwell. You look hot as hell” Brody said.

 “Look who’s talking” I said, “You look so freaking handsome” and I meant every word. He looked so damn adorable, and hot as hell. His new outfit hugged his tight little body and accentuated his natural bubble-butt and his curly auburn locks were perfectly quaffed.

This was it. This was freaking it! Our wedding day! We both took a deep breath then headed out into the living room. Brody’s Daddy and Betty Ann were all dressed up and ready to go. I had to admit they cleaned up nicely. Everything was done and we were just waiting for folks to arrive. Seth and Zach were the first to show. Damn, they looked amazing dressed in jeans and button downs too. Dylan and Gina were close behind them.

“Holy fuck!” Zach blurted as Gina entered the house. “You look incredible!” He wasn’t wrong. She was dressed in a cute sundress with her hair down and fluffed up. She was a natural beauty, but when she put on makeup and went all out, she was drop dead gorgeous.

Betty Ann laughed at Zach’s compliment and said “Holy fuck is right, honey! You look beautiful.” Then she looked over at Dylan and quietly said “Don’t you fuck this up. She’s a keeper.” I couldn’t help but laugh, Betty Ann was dead set on marrying those two off and she wasn’t exactly subtle about it. 

We had a little more than an hour before the ceremony and were expecting the rest of the guests to start showing up soon, so Brody rallied us all and we moved the party outside. The barn was to the north of the house and set slightly back, the tent was set up in front of the barn and on the side of the house. As our guests came up the driveway from the parking area towards the house, they couldn’t miss the tent with the backdrop of fall colors in the trees. The savory scent of the roasting pig filled the autumn air. It was the perfect atmosphere for us to commit to each other.

 My parents and grandparents were the next to come in. My mother had on a nice, casual dress and Dad was wearing blue jeans and a button down. My grandparents got the invite but refused to acknowledge the request for casual dress. “It’s a wedding, this is my wedding suit” said my grandfather as he donned a perfectly tailored, navy blue, three-piece suit. My grandmother was wearing a beautiful dress that coordinated with my grandfather’s tie. She hunted for her “grandmother of the groom” dress for three months. The funny thing was is that they didn’t look out of place in the least, the two of them had a commanding presence and could fit in anywhere. They really classed up our little hoedown. I was just happy they were there. Well, the family and the best men were there and ready to go. We were all out in the tent and ready to greet the guest as they came in. And did they ever come in! Suddenly everyone started to show up, our friends from college, Brody’s more distant relatives (most of whom I didn’t know, my few work friends, Brody’s work friends, etc. a little over 50 people all in all. Brody and I stood by each other’s side and greeted everyone… Brody had a smile on his face and was charming as hell. He may not have liked socializing, but he was damn good at it; the guy was so damn charming and lovable.

About fifteen minutes before the ceremony was supposed to begin the Justice Of the Peace arrived and folks started claiming their seats. The JOP walked down the aisle to the front of the tent where Dylan and Seth joined him standing on either side of the aisle. Witchy had found her way out of the house and was sitting by Zach’s feet taking it all in. The country band (well, country was their focus, but they could play almost anything) were set up with just a guitar, a violin, and a microphone and started to play “My Best Friend” by Tim McGraw. Brody chose the song, it was a favorite of his. I had only heard it a few times but loved the words, especially the line “Life with you makes perfect sense. You're my best friend” it was flattering as hell that he thought about me that way, and I felt the same way about him. We had decided to walk down the aisle together instead of being escorted by our parents and given away, we felt like we already belonged to each other, this was just the formal declaration.

 We were at the back of the tent, side-by-side. We both took a deep breath and started to walk down the aisle hand-in-hand with all our friends looking on. As we walked towards the front of the tent to meet our best men and the JOP (and Witchy of course), I scanned the crowd and made eye contact with several people along the way. The thing that stood out to me was that there was no “Brody side” or “Max side” all our friends and family just bended… I thought that was awesome. The walk down the aisle was the longest walk of my life but we finally made it to the front with the JOP standing in front of us. He was a younger guy, maybe thirty five or so with a sincere, welcoming smile. He greeted us, then our guests. He spoke a little but about love and marriage then asked us to face each other and hold hands. I was trembling, it was time to say our vows… this was the big moment. I went first. 

I took a deep breath and eked out, “Brody, you changed my life.” Then I paused, “I was going through life pretty much rudderless until I met you. There was something about you that spoke to me. The more we got to know each other the clearer things became. I couldn’t see the future, but I could see that you were part of it. I promise to dedicate my life to bringing you as much happiness as you have brought me and to always try to be the best part of your day. I promise to love you all the days of my life.”

Brody just stared into my eyes and smiled taking in every word, then he took a deep breath and exhaled my name. “Maxwell, until I met you there was only me” he said, steady as a rock. “I’ve never been much on socializin’ or hanging out with folks. I was always happiest alone… until I met you.” He paused again and took another breath. “I always just figgered I spend my life alone, but then… I met you. It took everything I had to open myself up and let you in, but it was the smartest damn thing I ever did.” He paused when he got a sweet, little laugh from the audience, then continued. “Until now. Today I pledge my life to you, the one perfect person on this earth who understands me and loves me for all my flaws. I promise to love you all the days of my life.” Hell, I was far from perfect but Brody saw me differently and that’s what counted. Oh my god, I was trembling. Brody noticed and lifted my hands to his lips and kissed them with a smile, I stopped trembling because there was nothing to fear. I was with Brody.

 We were still gazing into each other’s eyes when the JOP asked, “Maxwell, do you take Brody to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do” I uttered with a crackling voice and an enormous smile.

“Brody, do you take Maxwell to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the JOP asked the man of my dreams.

‘Hell, yeah I do.” He said quietly staring into my eyes as our family and friends laughed at his response.

“By the power vested in me by the state of North Carolina, I now pronounce you husband and husband” Said the JOP, then we kissed, the crowd cheered, and the band played The Wedding March. We faced the crowd and then walked back up the aisle with Zach, Dylan, and Witchy following us to the back of the tent and over to the barn where everything was set up for the reception. Well, everything but the chairs, we only had so many chairs and they needed to do double duty. Dylan got the crowd’s attention before he exited the tent and asked everyone to bring their chair with them to the barn… yeah it was a little rednecky but it worked.

Brody and I stood outside the barn and received our guests as they entered lugging their chairs. We spoke to everyone! I watched my social-anxiety-riddled-husband (hell yeah, he was MY husband!) charming the hell out of each and every one there as he thanked people for coming and introduced me to the few I didn’t know. It was fun to watch him like that, I know he didn’t like putting himself out there, but damn it didn’t mean he wasn’t good at it.

 “So. THIS is the famous Maxwell who landed my baby boy. My, my he’s handsome” said the over-polished woman in the designer dress. “You have good taste in men, just like your mother.”

Brody’s charming smile turned to a sneer and his face seemed to tense up, “Hello Patty” Brody said coldly, “I don’t remember seeing your name on the guest list.” Although we had never met, it clicked instantly. So, THIS was his mother, the infamous Patty James. 

She just smiled and ignored his comment adding, “And this is my companion Troy” as she motioned to the VERY young man accompanying her. Patty was well into her fifties, and Troy was about 22 (my age), swarthy looking with dark features and a thick head of long, black hair that was slicked back. “Troy is the head chef at my new restaurant. He’s a culinary genius.” She threw that statement out there as bait to get us to ask questions about her restaurant; neither of us bit. After waiting for us to answer and realizing we weren’t going to bite, she turned to me. “You are a stunning young man.” She put her hands on my cheeks, “look at all that gorgeous red hair, women pay a fortune for that color.” I didn’t answer and was trying to look at Brody out of the corner of my eye to see what to do. He was too busy seething to help me at the moment. Brody put his hand on Patty’s shoulder and guided her into the barn with the others, then her shook Troy’s hand and welcomed him.

“Shit. I was hoping she wouldn’t show” he whispered to me as our next guests stepped up to greet us.

“She seems fine” I responded.

 

She always does when she’s scammin’” Brody said as he looked around the barn desperately trying to find Dylan or his Daddy. He finally saw them standing in the middle of the barn talking with Gina, Betty Ann, and my parents. He made eye contact with Dylan and motioned towards Patty. Dylan rolled his eyes and nodded, then leaned over and whispered to his daddy. The two of them made their way towards her. Knowing they were on it; Brody went back to charming our guests.

 After the long line of people were greeted, Brody and I went to the front of the barn where there was a microphone waiting. He took the mic off the stand and handed it to me “Hi everybody” I said over the roaring voices “Hello” I yelled a bit louder as people stopped talking and looked my way. “Brody and I would like to welcome you all. We’re so happy all of you could make it to celebrate with us.”

Brody looked at me and nodded towards the mic and I handed it over. “Hey, Ya’ll” he said. “This is a party and our goal is to make sure y’all have fun. The food will be buffet style, there aint any assigned seats, so find someone who don’t drive ya’ crazy and get to know ‘em.” Brody said, he owned that crowd. Damn, why was this guy so shy? He was so damn delightful! “After the best damn barbecue you will ever taste, the caterers will move all the tables and chair and the band will set up. Dancin’ in the barn, cornhole and bocce ball out back” he said pointing to the big, open barn door behind us. “There will be a bar set up in the barn and another in the tent.” Then he paused for a second and said, “so those of you who know my husband” he paused again shook his head, rubbed his neck, and said “Damn, he’s my husband now” then kissed me as the crowd chuckled and egged him on. “Anyway, ya’ll know he was strictly city until I dragged his ass out to the boondocks. Well, the amazing Carolina barbeque y’all are about to eat was roasted in herbs and spices Maxwell grew in our garden… I planted em’ but he did all the work. The pickles are all homemade by Maxwell too.” He paused again before continuing, “We got the wedding cake back there” he said motioning to the two-tiered cake with two little grooms on top, “but we’ll also have apple pie made with apples from the trees out back that had been neglected for years until Maxwell got here. The boy’s gone full country.” He joked, then he got a little serious. “I tell you all this because, number one I want you to know how damn good the food is gonna be, and number two, I want you all to know how much this incredible guy has sacrificed and adapted just to spend his life with me. And THAT makes me the luckiest damn redneck on earth, and THAT’s why we’re celebratin’! I hope y’all have the time of your life!” He said as he shut off the mic, put it back in the stand and kissed me. He whispered in my ear “I didn’t mean to cut ya’ off… you got anything else to say?”

 “Nope. Maybe later” I said as I pulled him in for a full on tongue kiss riling the audience up. After that the caterers put the food out and people filled their plates and claimed their tables. I was too amped up to eat and so was Brody, instead we just walked table to table taking the opportunity to talk to everyone. My mom told me that the only regret she had about her wedding day was that she didn’t take time to talk to people. I wasn’t going to have that regret. The first stop was the table with My parents, grandparents, Brody’s daddy, and Betty Ann. They were all laughing loudly and having a great time. My grandparents were extremely reserved, and Betty Ann and Daddy (I started calling him that on our wedding day) had zero filters. They both just said what they were thinking and they had my family cracking up.

When we got to the table, Brody stood behind my dad and grandfather, crouched down, and whispered “My mother, Patty is here. She…” then he got cut off my Grandfather.

“Your daddy told us all about her” he said making me laugh. My sophisticated, proper grandfather called another man “daddy,” he was definitely getting into the spirit. “It’s not a problem, I deal with folks like that all the time.” I could tell Brody was relieved, he was so afraid she’d try to con my grandparents.

Next, we visited the cluster of tables with our college friends and the Westin/Nicholls clan. There was more laughter and joking. “Oh my god, Max these pickles are amazing. I am so impressed” Kev said as he took another bite of the big, homemade pickle. “And this place, it’s perfect. You’ve turned into a regular Martha Stewart.” He said laughing.

“And it looks damn good on you” Randy added. “Seriously, Max. You look great, and this whole weekend has been so much fun. Are you happy here?” That question caught me off guard. I hadn’t really thought about it. When I first arrived, I was a little bored but then I got into the gardens, then I was focused on adjusting to my new job, then the wedding. Along the way I guess I made some friends, started to fit in, and really started to love it here.

 “Extremely” I answered with sincerity. Brody was standing next to me and put his arm around me as he smiled with pride.  “I came here for Brody, but we’ve been building a life together, and I have a life of my own, I really love it here.” We talked with the guys for a while, it felt so good to just hang out with them all. After about twenty minutes Brody pulled me away to meet some relatives, then his coworkers. We worked our way through the room to the very last table where Dylan and Gina were sitting with Patty James and her boy toy Troy, Dylan was keeping a tight leash on her for us.

“Well, there’s the team of the hour, BroMax” Dylan said in his booming voice as we approached the table. Then he stood and pulled us in for a giant bearhug.  “This is a helluva party boys. And it looks like the fun’s just startin.’” The band was setting up in the corner and the caterers were pulling down the tables. I looked out the big barn door and saw a group of guys playing bocce ball while Zach and Teddy seemed engaged in a tense game of cornhole. There was a lot of laughter and joy around us, everyone seemed to be having a great time.

“Well, everything is lovely and I am just so glad we came” Patty James said. “Maxwell, you haven’t introduced me to your family yet.” I gave a weak smile, frankly I had barely met her myself. I looked around the barn and didn’t see my parents or grandparents. There weren’t many guests left in the barn, most had cleared out so the caterers could clear the way for the dancefloor and the band could set up. My family was probably out in the tent having cocktails.

I was about to speak when Brody said, “Patty, I appreciate you wantin’ to be part of our wedding. But we didn’t invite you because I don’t want you scamming my friends and new family. So, I got a proposal for you.” His voice was stern and his eyes were cold and burning through his mother’s. I had never seen him like that before, then I looked at Dylan and he had the same look on his face… this obviously wasn’t new ground for them, they had dealt with her before. Gina and I exchanged uncomfortable looks while boy toy Troy seemed oblivious to the tension as he stirred his drink with the straw and watched the ice move around his glass with an blank look on his face. Brody continued “You can stay, but you don’t talk business with anyone, and you don not try to scam our…”

 Patty cut him off with a sweet syrupy voice and an overdone southern drawl that was worthy of Scarlet Ohara. “Why Brody. I would nevah’ think of interruptin’ your beautiful event with business talk, and I’m hurt you’d even think that I would try to “scam” your friends and family.” She put air quotes around the word ‘scam’ as if the accusation was just too ludicrous for her to acknowledge. Brody let out a scoff while Dylan went into out and out laughter.

“Jesus Christ Patty, all you’ve ever done is scam every friend we’ve ever made” Dylan said through his scoffing, his voice getting louder and angrier. “We sat here and listened to you talk all night, actin’ like we just saw each other for Sunday dinner last week, and we’re this happy family. We aint seen you in like eight years, then you show up here and act like it aint nothin’. Let me tell you lady… it IS somethin’!” He kept going, letting out a lifetime of hurt and anger. Brody started to add his two cents. Gina and I got up, took the oblivious boy toy Troy by the hand, and headed to the tent for cocktails leaving the three too hash It out in the mostly empty barn.

The cocktail tent was lovely, almost elegant with all the strung lights and some R&B playing in the background. I found our families standing at a high-top table laughing. I went up to Daddy and told him what was going on in the barn. He nodded his understanding and moved towards the barn when Betty Ann grabbed his elbow and said “Let ‘em hash it out. Those boys got somethin’ to say and it’s high time that old girl hear it.” Daddy stopped and they all went back to their conversation.

I wasn’t sure what to do with myself at the moment, so I struck up a conversation with Gina and boy toy Troy. He was hot, but dumb as a box of rocks. Apparently, he was a chef, recently out of culinary school. Patty had met him while he was working as an assistant chef at a restaurant in Tampa and told him she was opening a restaurant in North Carolina and wanted him to be the head chef. They had been here for a few months trying to get investors and she was supporting them (god only knows how). We asked a lot of questions about the restaurant and he couldn’t answer a single one… he didn’t know the location, opening date, name, or anything else. He did say he was working on a menu, but Patty told him not to share that information. She was obviously scamming him too, but he was clueless about it. I felt bad for the guy. After about twenty minutes, Patty came out of the barn with a big, plastic smile on her face, grabbed Troy by the elbow, and led him to the bar.

The band started to play in the barn so Gina and I went in to find our men. We found ‘em on the dancefloor together dancing like wild men as the band tested the equipment. We joined them and I yelled over the loud music “Are you okay?”

Brody yelled back “Hell yes, I am! That felt so gotdamn good”

 Dylan let out a “WOOOO” then said, “I’ve been waitin’ years to say that shit!” Apparently, the James boys let their mother have it with both barrels. All the abandonment issues, the rage over being ignored for years at a time, then being used as pawns in her schemes. All of it. It was cathartic for them both and Brody had never looked happier. The four of us stayed there and danced as the crowd found their way to the barn and started dancing around us. The band stopped testing their instruments and called “First Dance” then played Clapton’s “Wonderful Tonight.” It was an amazing cover of the song, pop and country combined as Brody and I danced under the dim lights of the barn, and everyone else surrounded us and watched. About halfway through the song my parents, Daddy, and Betty Ann found their way onto the floor. Shortly thereafter those who wanted to dance made their way to the floor. The band played another slow ballad then went into full on country dance music, throwing several 80’s and 90’s hits in along the way. We danced the night away with our guests.

Little by little people started to seek us out to say goodnight and the crowd thinned out. Patty James had slipped out with her boy toy unnoticed as we all danced. My parents and grandparents said their goodbyes and went back to their suite. Daddy and Betty Ann headed home, BA was rubbing her feet claiming, “my dogs are barkin’ from all this dancin’.” It was after eleven PM and the only ones left with me and Brody were Dylan, Gina, Seth, and Zach.

 “My god, you guys.” Seth said. “This was so much freaking fun! I was sending pics to Zach’s mom all night to give her ideas for our wedding.”

 “The cornhole and bocce ball set ups were a great idea” Zach added. “Brody your friends from work are so cool, and your cousin Bubba… what a trip.” As we talked to them, we realized that they had interacted with almost everyone there and had zero clue about the Patty James drama.

 We set out to make our big day fun for our family and friends, and not all about us. It was a success.

Everyone had left and we had shut the place down. Dylan and Gina were staying at the house overnight while Brody and I went to the hotel. Our friends promised to meet back at the house around 10:00 to help us take break everything down and get it ready for the rental company to pick-up on Monday morning. After we cleaned up the grounds, we were going to pull out the leftovers and have an informal gift opening before everyone hit the road on Sunday. 

We jumped in the Camaro with the top down in the middle of the chilly October night and headed towards the beach to our hotel. When we got into our suite, we put our bags in the bedroom. Brody poured us each a drink, excused himself and went into the bathroom while I sat in the living room just relaxing, sipping my drink, and thinking about our perfect day. About twenty minutes later Brody called me from the bedroom. Considering how late it was and how much had happened today, I was surprisingly awake. 

When I entered the candlelit room, Brody was sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard in a sexy pair of black, silk briefs that I hadn’t seen before. The room was lit perfectly and there were rose pedals sprinkled on the floor and leading to the bed. The room had a calming, spa-like scent to it. He had sprayed my favorite pillow spray Spearmint and eucalyptus (yeah, shut-up, so I had a favorite scented pillow-spray. It relaxed me, OK… don’t judge me.). Everything was just perfect… especially my underwear-clad husband waiting for me. Yes, HUSBAND! “What’s all this?” I asked in a low, sultry voice. 

“It’s our wedding night, Maxwell. The perfect end to the perfect day” he said as he scooched over to make room for me, then moved down so he was laying on the bed, and patted the mattress next to him inviting me in. I stripped down to my black and white striped briefs (they matched my outfit) and joined him on the bed, damn he was sexy. We lay on our sides on top of the covers facing each other. Brody touched my cheek and asked, “Was it the wedding you dreamed of?”

“It was fucking perfect.” I said without hesitation because it was perfect. It was everything I had hoped for. All our family and friends having fun together as we said our vows. Perfect. “How about you, are you good with what went down with Patty?” 

“Hell yeah!” He said answering instantaneously. “Me and Dylan finally got all that shit off our chests, and she didn’t bother anyone. Couldn’t have gone better. Did you see that smile on Dylan’s face? We finally said our peace.” Dylan always had a smile, but Brody was right… it was more brilliant than ever. I was happy that everything went off without a hitch. Even the little but of drama turned out prefect. “God, I love you more than anything” I said as I leaned in for a kiss. 

“I love you too, Maxwell. I still can’t believe that we ended up together” Brody said. He had freaking tears in his eyes. The quiet, little reserved man of my dreams was overcome with emotion… for ME! I kissed him again, softly, then harder, than even harder. I rolled over on top of him and ground my underwear covered crotch into his as we kissed passionately. After several minutes my lips started moving down his body licking and kissing every inch of his torso, then his abs, then I lifted his waistband and kissed lower as I removed his briefs inhaling his clean scent with just a hint of man musk. That drove me wild. I took his hardening manhood into my mouth. I preferred a hard cock, but there was something about knowing that he was getting hard because of me that drove me wild. I took his entire cock into my mouth and even took his balls in as well. That treatment didn’t last too long because the harder he got the less of him I could hold in my mouth. I worked his cock with my mouth and hand, I loved the way he tasted and felt. I fucking loved everything about him.

 I worked that cock until I had him on the brink. “I’m gonna’ cum” he moaned.

I pulled off him and said, “Hell, no!” This party was just getting started and there was no way in hell it was ending yet. I moved up and kissed him tenderly until he settled down, then he pushed me off and bent down to suck me. It felt so good as I lay back with my arms behind my head and just enjoyed him pleasuring me after such an incredible day. It wasn’t long before he brough ME to the edge too. I pulled him off me, pushed him back on the pillow and went down on him again. This time I pushed his legs back and started to eat his sweet hole. It was perfectly shaved, clean, sweet, and pink. I ate him out like it was my last meal. My tongue was deep inside him, twirling around, pushing in and reaching out to stimulate his tight hole. Brody lifted his legs higher, put his hand on the back of my head and pushed his ass into my face as he tried to get me deeper and deeper into his hole.

He was pushing, writhing, and pulling me into him, then he yelled the words I never thought I’d hear. “Fuck me, Maxwell!” Holy shit! I had been begging my total top of a man to let me in for almost three years and the little guy always refused.

I lifted my face out of his ass and looked him on the eyes. “What?” I asked in shock.

“You heard me, Maxwell. I’ve been saving this for you for over a quarter of a century” He said with a beautiful, sensual smile on his face. “Make love to me.”

 

To be continued…