Simply Red

Darius’ Perspective

 The last couple of weeks had been great. I’d kept in touch with Max and the other guys ever since we met the summer after our freshman year working together for The Resort, but we hadn’t spent any time together in well over a year. Last weekend Max got married so we all were together again in Wilmington, North Carolina for the bachelor party and the wedding. It was so great to hang with all the guys again, and meet Brody, Max’s husband… he seems like a good guy, and Max seems happy. The one bummer part of the weekend was that all my friends were paired off. When we all first met, Cam, Eric, and Max were a throuple and open to playing, but over time they eventually broke up and met other partners. Eric was with Hunter… DAMN! A muscle daddy/Vet. He did a striptease for us on the party bus... the man was hot as fuck. Cam met Elliot, a sweet quiet guy that you can’t help but like, and of course Max ended up with Brody and the two of them were perfect together. Zach and Seth have been together forever… they were a couple when I first met them and I don’t see that ever changing. The only one who’s still single is Kye, and the last thing I wanted to do was get mixed up with him again. Kye and I got together on and off for a while after our first summer working together. We slept together the first night we met, and to be honest, I felt… well, the nice way to put it is ‘violated’. He's a power bottom and just took control, sat on my cock, and took me… it was like I really had no say in it. He was determined to get my dick in him and he did. It wasn’t much fun for me. He got a taste of his own medicine from a couple of other guys that first summer we worked together and it mellowed him out a bit. But as much as he tried to change, he was still a self-centered ego maniac out for a good fuck, and not really boyfriend material. He’s hot as fuck, and deep down there’s a good guy, but he’s just so shallow… I needed more. So anyway, my prospects at the stag party were slim.

The good news of the weekend was that I met Tommy! Tommy was one of Max’s new friends. He had just moved back to his hometown after graduation and was slowly coming out to his family. He was cute as hell, and frankly… we hooked up the night we met, we were both drunk and he was surprisingly wild! Most guys freak out at my size (beyond being a big, gentle-giant in stature I have a pretty huge… you know), but Tommy took it ALL and begged for more. We fucked in the dunes by the beach and he was screaming in pain and begging for more at the same time. To be blunt… he was a fun fuck and I assumed he was just a one night stand. But then at the wedding we hung out and got to talking and I found that I liked the guy… A LOT! We were alike in a lot of ways… both shy, both out, but still in the closet a little. Anyway… we’d been texting and talking on the phone since the wedding and he invited me up for the weekend so I decided to come. Somehow, we ended up in Max and Brody’s barn playing board games with a bunch of his straight friends and a goat; it was a fun night. But the real fun started when we got back to Tommy’s place.

Tommy had a cute little one bedroom apartment, a lot like mine back in Georgia. He hadn’t come out to his parents yet, well obviously they hadn’t seen his apartment, because once you stepped foot in that place you knew the man was gay! Everything was perfectly appointed, color coordinated, and decorated to a tee… it was obvious a straight boy didn’t live there! He poured us each a drink and we sat on his couch and watched TV. The thing about two shy guys getting together is that it takes forever for someone to make the first move. Considering we had already fucked like two wild otters on the beach you’d think it would come easy, but we both just sat there on opposite sides of the couch watching TV and stealing glances at each other. At one point I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came back, I sat right next to him on the couch and very tentatively put my arm around him. I liked this guy and didn’t want to make any mistakes. Well… that’s all it took.

 As soon as I draped my arm over his slight shoulders, he turned to face me and locked his lips to mine. He was just waiting for me to make a move. We kissed softly for a while, like a couple of teens making out for the first time. It was nice. Really nice! Our kissing went on for a while, then we started feeling each other up through our clothes. My big hands made their way up his shirt and to his nipples as my fingers pinched and squeezed. He moaned softly into our sweet kiss and my over-sized manhood started to get tight in my jeans. His little hands moved from my chest to my crotch as he squeezed me through my jeans, then he whispered into our kiss “there’s that giant monster I’ll never forget” and I chuckled a little. He pulled my shirt up over my head and I did the same to him. Then he went to town on my nips, sucking, licking, and biting and his hand never left my crotch. Fuck, he was driving me nuts teasing me. Finally, he worked his way down my chest, my abs, and to my belt buckle as I sat there on the couch with my hands behind my head. He struggled to take my girth, getting just a couple of inches in before gagging… he barely covered the head. To be honest, I’ve only had a couple of good blowjobs in my entire life because I was way too big for most guys to handle, but Tommy was a trooper. He went down on me several more times, each time taking a little more before he gagged and pulled off. That sweet, hot, little guy worked on me for over a half hour sucking, sputtering, gagging, and tearing up. I did my best to keep my hands behind my head, I wanted so badly to push him all the way down, but I left him to his own devices. He didn’t take me all the way that night, but he got my head into his throat and he worked the remaining couple of inches with his silva coated hands. It was the best BJ I had ever experienced and he had me ready to cum.

 “I’m gonna shoot, Tommy” I said to my sweet, quiet little lover.

 “The fuck you are” he growled pulling off me and squeezing my balls tight to stop me.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” I bellowed.

“You’re not cumming in my mouth, big guy” He said in a deep, lust-filled voice that was in total contrast to his slight body and quiet demeanor. “You’re gonna shoot that thing up my ass.” I could not believe how bold Tommy had gotten all of a sudden. He knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to go for it. That was hot as fuck to me. He stood up, reached for my hand, and pulled my off the couch. He pulled my pants all the way off me, then shed his on our way to his perfectly appointed bedroom. He unmade the bed folding back the sheets and comforter neatly at the foot. I was standing next to the bed when he got in front of me and pushed my big frame back so the I landed on the bed, he didn’t hesitate to straddle my body in a sixty-nine with his dick in my face and his mouth above my massive cock. I took his semi hard cock into my mouth as he went back to work on mine. My hardon had gone down a little when we ventured from the living room to the bedroom but he had me back at full mast in no time. Damn, he was on a mission to take every inch of me down his throat. It was a monumental task but he kept trying. Hearing him sputter and gag as he tried to take me down was just making me hornier. I swallowed his entire shaft as he lay on top of me, I pulled his ass down hard so that his manhood went all the way down my throat and he moaned around my girthy tool. I was lost in the sensation of his cock down my throat when he pulled out of my mouth, flipped around, and grabbed a bottle of lube out of the nightstand. He lubed up my cock and his ass before he sat on me. He was sitting on my huge frame facing me, I could see the pain in his face turn to pleasure as he lowered himself onto me. He had both of his little hands on my chest as he threw his head back and bounced slowly up and down on my big, girthy dick. I looked at his hands and marveled at how small they were compared to my own, but his fingers were so long… everything about him was just so damn cute.

 As he bounced, his hard cock slammed against my hard abs again and again. His bouncing got faster as he raised himself up and slammed his ass back down on me and I pushed my hips up to meet him. He had me ready to shoot “I’m gonna cum Tommy” I panted.

“Fuck yeah you are” he said as he started to stroke his long, thin cock in rhythm with his bouncing. Soon we were both panting, grunting, and moaning in lusty pleasure. Finally, I shot up his ass, grunting and breathing heavily as I did. As I was draining my balls into his bowels, his first stream of cum arched out of his cock and onto my face, I stuck out my tongue and tried to catch as much of his juice ass I could, but it was futile… his cum flew everywhere. Soon he collapsed on me in a heavy mass of cum and sweat. We lay there for a while until he got up to get a warm, damp towel to wipe me clean with. He licked me from top to bottom and then followed his licking with the towel. After I was clean, he kissed me and rolled onto his side and we cuddled up with my large frame spooning his slight build. It was a blissful sleep.

I was glad I made the drive up to see him. This wouldn’t be my last visit, that’s for damn sure. 

Max’s Perspective

I had so much fun playing board games in the barn with all our friends, they all left after midnight and I just passed out when my head hit the pillow. I woke up Sunday morning in Brody’s arms and was ready to roll. I got up and took Zoey out to do his business, we made our way down the back steps and over to the barn to let Jimmy out of his stall. I headed over to the apple trees, there was so much that needed to be picked. While I made my assessment Zoey ran around with an apple in his mouth and Jimmy was gnawing on one too. Hunter said he could have one a day, but not to let him go crazy on them. As we were looking around, I heard Brody coming up behind us on the little tractor… well, tractor was an over statement. It was a riding mower with a trailer on the back that I used around the yard to haul fruits and vegetables from the yard to the house.

 “Hey hot stuff. You forgot your tractor” Brody yelled over the engine as he pulled up under the apple trees. He got off the mower and went around to the little trailer and pulled out a couple of bushels. We spent the next couple of hours picking apples. Brody was like a little monkey climbing up into the trees and throwing the apples down. Zoey played fetch with an apple running around like a maniac, then bringing it back to us while I tried to keep Jimmy from gorging himself on fallen apples. We spent the morning out by the apple trees and picked a crapload of apples. After that I spent some time cleaning out the weeds and spent plants in the garden. There were still several pumpkin vines growing, but other than that, things were pretty much done for the season. 

After the garden we moved into the house to do our first deep clean since our wedding the week before. It needed it bad! We mopped the floors, polished the furniture, cleaned the bathrooms… everything! In between I made an apple pie to take to dinner at Daddy and BA’s later that night. It was nice just spending the Sunday at home with Brody and the animals. We headed over to Daddy and BA’s around 6:00 for dinner with them, Dylan, and Gina. The six of us were gelling as a family and I was really looking forward to spending time with all of them. Gina and I ended up in the kitchen helping BA pull dinner together talking and laughing the whole time while the other three hung out in the living room watching TV. When we sat down at the kitchen table BA said “I got a surprise for you boys” then pulled out a newspaper that was folded open and pushed it in front of me and Brody. We both looked down at it to see the wedding announcements and our picture front and center with “James – Harrington Wedding” written above our picture. BA had put our wedding announcement in the local paper. Gina let out a little “awwwwwwwwe” as Brody and I read through it. It was a nice gesture and just another sign that Daddy and BA accepted us. Our family diner was fun and wrapped up by 8:30 and we headed home.

While we drove the back roads in the Camaro with Brody at the wheel he asked, “Are you good with that wedding announcement?” 

I looked at him in confusion as he drove “of course, it was a nice gesture. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because it lists where you work”

“So, I’m out at work. It’s fine.” I answered without giving it much thought. 

“You’re out with the faculty. You’re not out with students and parents” Brody said taking his eyes off the road for a few seconds to look at me. But everyone had been very accepting so far that I didn’t really give it a second thought. That night when we got home, we tucked in Jimmy and went to bed, and for the very first time we broke our rule and let Zoey out of his crate to sleep in the bed with us. For the record, that was the beginning of the end of Zoey sleeping in his crate, he slept between us every night after that.

Monday morning was nothing special. Got up, took care of the animals, showered together, had breakfast and I headed to school. I hung out with the other teachers before class as usual, had a great day with my kids, and was straightening out the desks and getting my room together for the next day when the school secretary came into my room and told me the principal wanted to see me. I didn’t think much of it as I finished up in my classroom then headed down the quiet hallway to his office. The door was opened so I walked in “Hi Mr. H” he said casually with a smile. “Have a seat.” 

“Hi Principal Simmons. How was your day?” I responded then we made small talk. After about five minutes he got serious.

“We have a request from Mr. and Mrs. Fargus to transfer Willy to the other fourth grade classroom.”

I shot him a confused look and furled my brow “why?” I asked. Willy Fargus was one of my favorite students. At the beginning of the school year, the kid was kind of a class clown and struggling with… well with everything. He was a bright kid but focus and concentration weren’t his high points and I had spent a lot of time working with him. He was showing great progress and went from a pain in the ass to one of my favorites (although my stance was, I didn’t have favorites… I did. My favorites were the kids who got excited when they would learn something, and once things clicked for Willy, he would get so excited. It was fun to teach him).

 The Principal pulled out the newspaper announcement of our wedding and set it down on his desk in front of me. “Because of this.” Oh shit. Brody was right.

I inhaled deeply then exhaled “my mother in-law did that” I said with a sick smile knowing a can of worms had just been opened.

“And it was a nice gesture, she’s obviously proud of you two” he said with a sincere smile on his face. “You’ve done nothing wrong here, Max” he paused and leaned back in his big chair. “You and I have already discussed the school and county’s policies, we’re behind you on this, but it probably won’t go away easily. Mimi Fargus is naïve at best and when she grabs onto something she rarely lets go easily.”

Then he pushed a piece of paper in front of me. It was an e-mail from Mimi Fargus to the Principal and the school board. The grammar and misspellings were difficult to read through using words like “homosectual” “Sodamite” and “Peetofile” as she voiced her concern for her young son. She did everything short of accuse me of pedophilia, but she absolutely nodded to the possibility. My heart started to beat harder… oh hell it was pounding in my chest and I felt warm as my fair-skinned face went flush when I read the words ‘I am calling for the dismissal of Mr. Harrington.’ “With all due respect, sir, this is pure crap.” I said as I looked up at Principal Simmons in shock. “Pure crap.” 

He smirked at that and responded “I know, and more importantly so does the board” I breathed a little sigh of relief. “Wednesday is out townhall board meeting and she plans on presenting her case there.” The board held regular meetings, almost every other meeting was townhall style where they let the public in to talk about issues. “In the meantime, it’s probably best if we keep this quiet and don’t discuss it with the other teachers.” Then he paused before adding “It may be a good plan to round up some of the other parents and teachers to speak on your behalf so, I will have to speak to a few people. Is that okay with you?” I nodded still in shock.

“Am I on trial here?” I asked feeling like I was being falsely accused of a heinous crime.

“No, but she’ll do her best to make a case against you, and the board must take the request for dismissal seriously, especially if she does make an accusation of any kind of inappropriate behavior. The good news is that she has a history of histrionics with the school board, and we’ve had Willy here since kindergarten and he’s never done better than he is doing now, every teacher in this building can attest to that.” He paused and took a sip from the water bottle on his desk. “Listen, Max. This will blow over but it could be a rocky ride.” He set the bottle back down on the desk and leaned closed to me with his elbows on the desk “We’re going to move Willy into Mrs. Jonsik’s class for now so that Mrs. Fargus can’t make any further accusations about you.” Ugh. Mrs. Jonsik was one of the teachers that had been cold to me since I was outed at work. She was not a fan. “I’ve spoken with the Superintendent and Board Chair, and I want to assure you that we’ve got your back.” His words gave me some hope, but I was sick to my stomach and wanted to cry. I was a good teacher, and dammit I helped that kid. “Do your best to avoid Willy Fargus.” 

“How the hell can I do that?” I asked letting my anger and frustration start to show. “It’s a small school, I have lunchroom duty tomorrow, and playground duty on Wednesday.”

Principal Simmons was doing his best to keep me calm and reassure me, “I’ll make sure your shifts are covered, just lay low for the next few days. The board meeting is on Wednesday so hopefully this will all be over soon.” Then he stood up and said “Why don’t you go home and relax. I promise we’ll get you through this. You’re a good teacher, Max and you haven’t done anything wrong.” That last statement made me feel a little better. I got up, shook his hand then went to my classroom to pack up my backpack and head home. 

I got into my car and just sat there thinking and trembling a little bit. Was this really happening? I had only been teaching a few months and I loved it and was damn good at it… and now, just like that my teaching career could be over. I called Brody and he answered on the first ring. My first week here, I drove him nuts texting all day because I was bored, but since then I pretty much had left him alone during the day so it was rare for me to call him at work. “Hey, Maxwell.” He answered cheerfully. I could almost see his adorable smile over the phone. I was at a loss for words, I said nothing in response. “Max? Are you there?”

I sighed and said quietly “Yeah. Hi. Um… I’m here” He could tell something was up.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. I slowly, quietly told him the story and did my damnedest not to break down as my voice quivered and my hands trembled as they held the steering wheel of the parked Camaro. 

Brody listened silently on the other end of the phone as I struggled to explain what happened. When I finished, he said “Fuckin’ ignorant rednecks. Maxwell, you’re a damn good teacher and that kid’s parents owe you a huge thank you, this is bullshit. We’ll fight this.” 

“Thank you” I said quietly.

“You’ve got the Principal, the school board and me on your side. You’re gonna be okay.’ Brody said in a stern and comforting voice.

“Am I?” I said as I moved from being shocked and hurt to angry. “Even if I win, if she makes accusations this could stick with me and ruin my career. I studied for four freaking years so I could teach, and one fucking, ignorant bitch can just take it away with one false accusation. This is fucking bullshit” I was yelling now as I sat in the parked car. “SHIT!” I said as I saw Gina approaching my car. “Gina’s coming. I can’t talk to her about this, Principal Simmons told me to keep it quiet.”

“I’m gonna leave work early, I’ll see you at home” Brody said.

“No, don’t do that. I need a little time with my thoughts. But thank you” I said smiling to myself, he loved me.

“I love you, Max” Brody said almost the second the thought was in my head. I almost cried.

“I love you too, Brody.”

“And nothing else fuckin’ matters. Do you understand me?” Brody asked. I nodded to myself with an appreciative smile, even though he couldn’t see. “We will get through this.” He said, then I hung up the phone as Gina approached my car and tapped on the window. I rolled it down, there were tears in my eyes and my face was bright red.

“Hey!” She said with a cheerful smile until she saw my face and the smile was replaced with a look of genuine concern “What’s wrong? Have you been crying?”

“I’m fine” I said with a fake, weak smile on my crimson face.

She ignored my answer, scurried to the other side of the car, and slid into the passenger seat. “Max, what the fuck?” She said as we faced each other, me on the verge of a break down and her wiping the tears from under my eyes with her thumb. 

“I… I just can’t talk about it right now, okay?” I asked begging her to drop the subject. I wanted so badly to talk to her, but I needed to keep it on the downlow for now. After a few minutes of back and forth she stopped pushing me, gave me a kiss on the cheek and left the car.

“I’m here if you need me, Max. Okay” she said as she reluctantly exited. I smiled, hugged her, and thanked her. Then I watched her walk to her little Corolla. I turned the key, got the engine rumbling and headed home. I did a lot of thinking on the way and the more I thought the angrier I got. I pulled into our drive and crunched my way up the gravel drive and into the garage. I went into the house, dropped my backpack on the dining room table, then let Zoey out of his crate and kneeled on the floor to greet him. He put his big paws on my knees and licked the salty tears off my face. I was feeling better already. We went out and check on Jimmy, I let the two of them frolic in the pasture while I went in the house and changed my clothes. Once I was in my comfortable jeans and an old sweatshirt, I went in the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water then looked at myself in the mirror for a bit. “You’re a good teacher and you did nothing wrong” I said to myself. 

Finally, I headed down to the barn and sat on a hay bale just outside the door to watch the boys play. I needed to talk to a friend and I couldn’t talk to Gina, so decided to call Seth.

“Hi Marriage Boy!” He answered. “how’s wedded bliss? Oh my god I cannot get enough of BroMax Farm social media” he said putting a smile on my face. I loved Seth; he was always so damn positive.

“Good. But I need a friend” I said.

“You got one” he said without hesitation “Shoot. What’s going on?” Damn, Seth was so easy to talk to. I was able to tell him the entire story without crying or losing it. I calmly gave him the facts as he listened and asked me a few questions, then reassured me. “Max, this is just some nut bag. She’s got nothing, and frankly it’s sad. It sounds like she may be hurting her son by moving him out of your class… he’s the one that’ll suffer for her ignorance.” Wow! That changed my perspective completely. Seth was right. I was focused on myself, but Willy was the one that would get hurt. He was doing great this year for the first time in his scholastic career, and now he had to switch classrooms midterm. He was probably confused, and god only knows what shit she was putting into the poor kid’s head. As I sat there on the hay bale with my EarPods in listening to my friend, I started to think more about Willy and less about me. I talked to Seth for well over an hour before we hung up. He suggested I call Zach’s dad… he was a lawyer and Seth thought it might be smart to get his perspective. I hadn’t thought about that, but if this thing went much further, I might need a lawyer.

After I hung up with Seth, I called Nathan Hall (Zach’s dad). We had met several times and he was a good gut. He congratulated me on my marriage, then I told him the situation. He listened and asked me to send him the email from Mrs. Fargus and links to the EEO policies for the State, County, and School District. Once we hung up, I scanned the email on my phone and sent it to him along with the requested links. He called me back within twenty minutes, “Listen, Max. This e-mail is just the insane rambling of an ignorant woman. I read over the EEO policies online. The state’s not much help, but the County and the School District both specifically cover discrimination against sexual orientation” he said. “In other words, they can’t fire you just for being gay, and there’s literally nothing else in this letter other than her being upset that you married a man and are spending time with her son.” I listened to Mr. Hall and felt better. He told me he’d try to find a lawyer in North Carolina that dealt with discrimination cases just in case it came to that, but for now I should just let it play out. “Do you trust the Principal?” he asked, and I gave an affirmative response. “Good. Go to the board meeting, and if it escalates call me back.” I thanked him profusely before I hung up. I felt so much better after talking to him and Seth. 

I walked around the grounds with Zoey at my heels and Jimmy hanging around us bleating with excitement. I looked around taking it all in and tried to convince myself that despite Mrs. Fargus, life was good. Just then Brody’s Jeep crunched up the gravel drive towards the barn and out jumped the love of my life with a couple bags of Chinese food “Here, I cooked” he said holding up the bags.

I walked over to him and wordlessly hugged him. He hated hugs, but knew I needed one, so he put his bag-filled arms around me and we just stood there, in the middle of our paradise and hugged.

 

To be continued…