Simply Red

Brody’s Perspective

After I saw Max kissin’ Eric, I went to my safe place… inside my own head. I have always battled with social anxiety, and before Max and the guys moved in, I was a loner, but over the last few years I’ve come out of my shell and was getting more comfortable in social situations… all that just got shot to shit. I just wanted to be alone to think, so I left the club and headed in the opposite direction of our hotel to avoid everybody. I ended up on the north end of the strip at one of the old hotel/casinos. My mind wandered as I sat at the slot machine mindlessly hitting the play button.

What the hell?! The ONLY insecurity I EVER had about my relationship with Max was that one guy wouldn’t be enough for him. When we first got together, he was fresh out of a three-way relationship with Cam and Eric, and my social anxiety was at its highest level; I rarely opened myself up to people. Max knew how much I worried that just me wouldn’t be enough for him, but after three years together I had long left that insecurity behind me. Until now… all my old doubts came back just like that. I know Max was drunk, but seriously… what the actual fuck was he thinkin’? And Eric… fuck him. This wasn’t the first time he and I had a run in over him bein’ too aggressive. When Max and I first started datin’ one of Eric’s fuck buddies grabbed my ass and Eric tried to make excuses for him. I was crystal clear with him that it was hands off; I thought we were past all that bullshit and saw Eric as I friend. But I guess not. 

As I sat there lost in my own thoughts, I felt a hand slap me on the back and a voice yell “twelve hundred bucks! Nice win!” it was the woman at the machine next to me, she was looking at my screen. I looked up at my slot machine and saw the graphics flying around and heard loud bells, and gongs, and music playin’… I just hit a $1,200 jackpot and didn’t even know it. Day-um, I was out of it. When I came back to reality, I shot the woman a smile. I shoulda’ been excited as hell, but gotdammit, all I could think about was Eric and Maxwell kissin’. I had no idea what time it was, I think I had been there a couple of hours. I had two hundred bucks in my pocket when I walked into the casino, and I was down to my last twenty when I hit the jackpot.

I reached in my pocket to check my phone for the time; it was dead. I noticed at dinner that the battery was low, so it had probably been dead for a while. Fine by me, I needed some time to myself. I’m sure Max was worried and trying to call me… good. Let him worry for a while, it’s the least he could do. I printed out the voucher from the slot machine, collected my winnings from the cashier, and headed south on the strip towards our hotel. Walking home in the chilly air gave me some more thinkin’ time. When I got to the hotel, I looked up at the big clock lobby and saw it was almost 4AM. As I was walking towards the elevator, I saw Seth sitting in his sweats on one of the leather couches with his iPad on his lap. He gave me a sheepish wave.

“Hey, Brody” he said with a sad smile. “You okay?” I just nodded. “I waited up for you, we were all worried.”

“My phone died” I responded, “Plus, I needed some alone time to think.” Seth nodded, he understood. “Oh” I said pulling a wad of cash outta my pocket “and I won twelve hundred bucks.”

 “Woo hoo” Seth said with a quiet cheer, then asked me to sit with him. “You know he was just drunk, right? He would never intentionally hurt you” he said calmly.

 “I know, and it aint hurt… it’s more like... like disappointment” I said looking down at my feet as I sat in the overstuffed leather chair. I had been thinking about it all night and still couldn’t come up with the right words to describe my feelings; hurt, humiliation, betrayal, they all applied in a way, but mostly I was disappointed, I guess. “Dammit, Seth. What the hell? I never worried about Max and other guys, but now… I don’t know anymore.”

 “Yeah, you do” Seth responded in his calm, even keel tone. “You know his heart. He loves you. He did something stupid in a drunken stupor, that doesn’t change who he is or how much he loves you” I nodded, I understood, but that didn’t make it right. “As soon as he realized what he was doing he was mortified and ran to find you. He’s been up in your room crying all night.” Then he smiled at me and said, “If it makes you feel any better, Zach called him an idiot.” That DID make me feel better, it made me feel like I wasn’t alone. I chuckled a little. We talked a little longer and Seth reminded me about the time that Max got hit on at the gym when he first moved to North Carolina. He pulled himself away from the guy and told me all about it because he didn’t want secrets… THAT is how my sober Maxwell would’ve handled Eric’s kiss. I was happy that Seth waited up for me, he helped me get some perspective and clarity before I went up to our room and faced Maxwell. I hugged Seth goodnight and headed towards the elevator and up to our room. He said he was available anytime if I wanted to talk more. Seth is the one guy I felt I could talk to about this, he was a good listener and didn’t judge. I thanked him before I went upstairs.

 I stood in front of our door for a minute before I inhaled deeply and inserted my keycard. The door clicked open. Max was sitting in the leather chair in the corner of the dark room with just a tiny lamp on for light. He jumped up off the chair and just stared at me as I walked in, he wasn’t sure what to do. His face was red and his eyes swollen from crying. I moved into the middle of the room and held my arms open. He literally ran to me, sniffling all the way then he hugged me so tight he almost squeezed the life out of me. My arms were around his waist and his around my neck as he leaned down and put his face in the nape of my neck and whimpered into my ear “I am so, so Sorry, Brody. I love you more than anything. Please forgive me.”

 I whispered a sincere “I love you too, Maxwell, and I forgive you” in response, then added “even when you’re being a dumbass.” We just stood there wordlessly and held each other for what seemed like forever. It was our first fight as a married couple and probably wouldn’t be the last. I was still disappointed in Max, but Seth was right. I knew Maxwell’s heart; he was probably even more disappointed in himself.

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 Cam’s Perspective

Damn it was dark in that place. Elliot followed behind me holding my hand tightly as we navigated the dark maze of hallways wrapped in our tiny towels. Elliot and I had been together for a couple of years, I was his first love and he gave me his virginity, but we have always been open to experimenting with other guys as long as we played together and were both into it. At Max and Brody’s bachelor party we had a foursome with Eric and Hunter. Hunter is hot as hell (he’s a daddy-type that looks like he could be a lumberjack. I started calling him Daddy-Jack the first time we met), and Eric… well he’s fun to play with and will fuck anything. We were all hanging out at the dance club having a fun night when Eric kissed Max and basically pissed on our good time. Brody took off, Max ran after him, and the rest of the guys were pissed at Eric. Meanwhile, Hunter and Elliot were blissfully unaware of the drama going on around them as they were grinding on each other in the middle of the dancefloor. My shy little BF was horny AF which meant a fun night for me.

Hunter and Eric liked to play with other guys but in their small, rural town their options were limited, and they needed to be very discreet. So, they traveled a lot to bigger cities when they could to play, now we were all in Vegas, and you know what they say… What happens in Vegas… anyway, Hunter talked us all into going to a bathhouse, so there we were navigating the dark lust-filled maze of nakedness. It smelled like man-sex and chlorine.

We made it through the maze to the wet area and found Hunter and Eric lounging naked on chairs by the pool. Damn, Hunter was hot. He was several years older than us with a beefy-muscular daddy build and just the perfect amount of body hair, trimmed to perfection. And that semi-hard slab of meat laying between his tree-trunk legs… holy fuck! His dimples broke through the hair of his perfectly trimmed beard as he smiled at us and waved us over. The place was full of naked guys of every age, shape, and size but our little foursome had something for everyone and all eyes were on us. Elliot had a twink quality about him, Hunter was obviously the muscle daddy of the group, I was the beefy boy, and Eric was there for the guys who liked ‘em lean and tall. We pulled up two more loungers and lost our tiny towels. I laid between Elliot and Hunter, and Eric was on the other side of Hunter. Elliot’s eyes were wide as fuck as he took it all in. The rest of us had been to places like this before, but it was a first for Elliot.

 Hunter leaned over me to talk to Elliot. “Hey Elliot, what’s your wildest fantasy?” he asked with a dirty smile. Elliot gave the cutest, evil grin. My boyfriend looked young and innocent, but he had a dirty side, that made sex with him a lot of fun.

“You want the truth?” He asked still grinning. Hunter’s smile got wider as he nodded. “I wanna fuck a bigger, muscle daddy in a sling and just dominate him” he said with an evil chuckle.

I just looked at him in surprise and asked “Really?!” Elliot was usually a submissive bottom… and a damn good one I might add. He shook his cute little head enthusiastically and his curly flopped everywhere.

Eric just listened while Daddy-Jack let out a big laugh. “Am I big enough for ya’?” He asked with a smile that could’ve lit the Vegas Strip, and dimples deeper than the Grand Canyon. Elliot just beamed at him and nodded his head.

 Then he looked at me and turned red like he forgot about me for a minute. I just laughed and said “Hey if that’s what you want. But I get to watch.”

“Watch?!” Elliot almost yelled. “Hell, you’re gonna fuck his face” he said with a loud confident voice that made the three of us crack up.

 “Oh, he is, is he?” Daddy-Jack said, completely unable to hide his excitement.

“Yes, boy!” Elliot boomed. OMG! the three of us laughed so hard at my little twink of a boyfriend doing his damnedest to dominate hot Daddy-Jack, he couldn’t quite pull it off, but damn if he wasn’t trying. 

“I saw a sling room down the hall. I’m up for it if you are” Daddy-Jack said, then added “Sir.” God, I was dying. This big, hot, lumberjack of a muscle stud was ready and willing to submit to my sweet, twinkish Elliot. 

“Let’s go!” Elliot said as he stood trying to wrap the towel around his waist and rock hard cock. Before he could cover his manhood, Daddy-Jack reached over and grabbed it tight with his meaty hand and gave it a pull.

“Fuuuck” he said in a breathy exhale. “Let’s fucking go.” Then he led the way down the dark hall to the sling room. Elliot left the group and said he’d meet us there. 

When we entered, there was an older bear fucking the shit out of a hot little blond twink. The blond was on his back with his ankles and wrists strapped to the sling and a ball gag in his mouth. The older guy was pounding him hard, they both shot their loads just minutes after we walked in. The Bear pulled out, then ate his load out of the twink’s gaping hole and shared it with his victim. When he was done, he unstrapped the twink and let him free, the cute blond jumped down off the sling with a smile, the two made out in the middle of the room before they left.

As they were walking out, Elliot walked in. He went to the front desk and bought a bottle of lube and some poppers. Hunter saw the bottle of poppers and smiled, “He came to play” He said looking at the smiling Elliot. Then asked, “Where do you want me, Sir?”

“Who told you to talk, Boy?” Elliot asked making Hunter break into a giant smile. He was loving this. 

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Hunter responded trying to hold back his beautiful smile.

“On your back, in the sling with your legs in the air… um, boy” Elliot said with a grin. 

“Yes, sir” responded Hunter, still smiling. Elliot strapped him in. Eric and I stood in the corner watching the scene unfold and stroking ourselves.

 With Hunter now secured in the sling, Elliot circled him slowly, running his fingertips up and down his muscular body. He started on Hunter’s left side, his feet were in the air and Elliot started at is ankle and dragged his fingers lightly down his leg, over his inner-thigh and grazed his testicles as he moved past his twerking cock and up to his abs. When he got to his nipple, he tweaked it hard, making Hunter yelp. That just encouraged Elliot more, he bent down and flicked his tongue on Hunter’s nipple, then he bit it and bit it hard. Hunter cried out in pain. Elliot smacked his ass hard in response “quiet” he yelled. Hunter shut his mouth; his beaming smile morphed into a more serious look as Elliot took command. He kept walking around the sling, touching his hair and then his face. He leaned down and gave him a passionate kiss. I had a raging hardon watching my shy, submissive boyfriend masterfully control this hunk of a man.

Elliot continued dragging his fingers down his right side. This time, he kissed his nipple instead of biting it, then continued dragging his fingers down his body, grazing his testicles again, going up to his ankle, then back down the leg until he got to his cock. He grabbed his balls in his hand as he bent down to suck his massive cock. I could see Elliot pulling on Hunter’s meaty balls as he took him all the way down his throat, gagging on the beautiful piece of man meat.  Hunter’s eyes were in the back of his head as he lost himself in pleasure. Damn it was hot. Eric reached over, pushed my hand away from my cock and started stroking my hardness. I did the same to him. We stood there stroking each other as my little twink dominated his hot hunk of a man. 

Elliot worked on Hunter’s cock for a while bringing him to the edge then stopped and smacked his balls to keep him from cumming. Then he’d do it again. My innocent little Elliot was edging him like a pro. After several minutes of that torture, he moved to the bottom of the sling and started to rim Hunter’s hairy manhole. He looked up at me for a minute and said, “suck his cock” then switched his gaze to Eric and said “You… make out with him.” We both obeyed his commands without hesitation. I sucked Hunter off while Eric made out with him, and Elliot ate his hole. After several minutes Elliot pushed me and Eric off, then put some lube on his own cock… in the over two years we had been together I had NEVER seen his dick so hard. He handed me the bottle of poppers, nodded towards Hunter and said, “give him a whiff.” Again, I did as I was told. I uncapped the fresh bottle of poppers and it made a hissing sound. I held it under Hunters nose with one hand as I held his other nostril shut with the index finger of my other hand. He took a hugged whiff, inhaling and holding it in. We repeated the procedure on the other nostril, then I passed the bottle around and the rest of us took a hit.

 Eric and I went back to stroking each other while Elliot lined his hard cock up at Hunter’s tight, manly hole. “You ready Boy?” He asked the euphoric Hunter.

“Yes sir” Hunter said involuntarily in a low, guttural voice. “Please fuck me sir.” He wasn’t smiling or playing anymore, he was in a state of lust-induced euphoria. “Please fuck me hard.”

“Please fuck me hard WHAT?” Elliot said in a commanding voice. It was like he had been role playing, but suddenly was truly dominating the gorgeous hunk of a huge man.

“Please fuck me, SIR!” Hunter yelled desperately. He wanted it now, he wanted little Elliott’s hard cock in him. Period.

An almost evil smile appeared on Elliott’s innocent face. He stepped forward and plunged his cock into eric’s hole going from tip to balls in one hard push. Eric grunted at the onslaught. Elliot was not huge, but his cock was long and had enough girth to stretch a hole. “You want more?” he asked Hunter who pleaded with his eyes and nodded his head “Then fucking beg me for it!” he commanded.

 “Please sir. “Give me more! Fuck my hole! I want you cock sir!” Hunter said in desperation. I don’t think he was playing anymore… he wanted Elliott’s cock and Elliott obliged by pounding the stud’s ass hard. He moved in and out of him with force and purpose, long, hard, fast stroked pulling all the way out, then plunging in until his balls slapped against Hunter’s beefy butt. Hunter grunted and groaned as Elliot mercilessly fucked him.

After a while he pulled out and started releasing the restraints. He nodded at me and Eric as he commanded “Undo his wrists.” When the restraints were off, he looked at Hunter and barked “Flip the fuck over, Boy.” Hunter did as he was told, then Elliot got behind him again and smacked that sweet, muscle ass with all the force he could making Hunter wail in pain and pleasure. “YOU!” he bellowed at me “Go fuck his face!” Then he looked at Eric “You!” he bellowed again “Get over her and eat my hole” Eric did as commanded. The scene was so fucking hot, I was so into it that I didn’t even realize a crowd of guys had formed to watch the show.

Eric licked Elliott’s ass and balls as he resumed fucking Hunter’s ass mercilessly. Hunter groaned around my cock as I face-fucked him. It was a hot, dirty scene and our newly formed audience were all jacking off in response. “I’m close, Cum in his mouth” Elliott commanded.

“I’m not quite there” I said quietly.

 “I. Said. Cum.” Elliot said as he looked over Hunter’s back and into my eyes. I pumped hard and fast as if my life depended on it, because at that moment it felt like it did. After several strokes I was there.

“I’m cumming” I said getting a scowl from Elliott until I added “Sir.” Holy shit, the little guy was getting into being in command. I shot my load deep down Hunter’s throat and he suckled every drop out of me. 

When I pulled out of Hunter’s mouth Elliot told him to beg for his load, and he did. “Please sir, honor me with your seed” Hunter begged. Damn, he was good at this. Elliot rewarded him with a big, final push as he unloaded in his supple ass. His face was so beautiful as he tilted his head up and his eyes rolled so far back that all you could see was white. When Elliot finished, he just stood there, buried in Hunter as Eric continued to bathe his genitals with his tongue.

 Elliot looked straight ahead as he said “Eric, I’m pulling out, and you better not let a fucking drop of my cum hit the floor… get my load out of his ass and feed it to Hunter” Damn! He was hardcore. Eric eagerly obeyed without question. When he was done sucking the cum out of his boyfriend’s ass, Elliot commanded Hunter to stand, and we all watched as Eric fed him his own cum in a passionate kiss. When they were done Elliot had Hunter get into the sling again, on his back. He told Eric to suck him off and swallow his load, then he invited the rest of the room to shoot their loads on him. Everyone was more than happy to heed his command. Hunter shot his load down Eric’s throat with a grunt as the strangers blew their wads all over Hunter’s muscular bod and Eric’s face. When everyone was spent, the crowd dispersed and Elliot helped Hunter up. The two stood toe-to-toe with Hunter towering over him. The beautiful hunk bent down and pulled Elliot into a hot, hot kiss. When they were done, Elliot lit up with an enormous smile and whispered “Fucking THANK YOU” into Hunter’s lips.

The giant man smiled and responded “Thank YOU! It’s fun being in control isn’t it.” Elliot responded with that devilish grin. It was an amazing start to our New Year’s Eve weekend.

Max’s Perspective 

I woke up in Brody’s arms on New Year’s Eve morning, but I didn’t feel like I deserved to be there. I had my face buried in his chest; I had fallen asleep with Brody holding me. Can you believe that? I hurt HIM, and HE consoled ME. Dammit, I drank too much and felt like shit, but it wasn’t because of the booze… I cried all that out of my system hours ago. I felt like shit because I was a fucking idiot. I kissed Eric on the dancefloor… I have no clue why, I was drunk and stupid, I guess. Brody took off to be by himself for a while, and I can’t blame him. He came back and said forgave me, but I know he was still hurt.

“Good morning” he said with a half-smile. “You feelin’ better?” he asked. Again, He asked Me… I’m the one who hurt him. God, I didn’t deserve this guy.

 “No. I feel like shit about what I did last night” I answered through my embarrassment.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Maxwell. Let’s just be done with it and move on.”

 “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked, stupidly hoping for an enthusiastic ‘YES! It’s all fine, it never even happened, it was just a bad dream,’ but also knowing that was bullshit. 

Brody was quiet for a minute, so I asked again pushing for an answer. He finally responded “Not really. I just want to forget about it” then he added “I’m disappointed, Max.” OW! That fucking hurt. I let down the one person in the world that meant everything to me. Then he caught me totally off guard. “Um, I think I just want to go home.” He was looking so forward to this trip, and I fucking ruined it for him.

“But Brody, it’s New Year’s Eve and we….” I started to plead ad he cut me off.

“I don’t want to be around a bunch of people, especially if one of them is Eric” He said. “Listen, Maxwell, I love you and forgive you, okay? But I just aint in a mood to be around a buncha’ people, especially one who betrayed me.” Ow again. ‘Betrayed’ was a hard word to hear from him. He meant it for Eric, but it applied to me too and we both knew it. We talked a little more and I got him to agree to stay, but I had to promise we’d spend more time with just the two of us and that we’d avoid Eric. We didn’t need to be in the middle of the crowd all weekend, however, we did already agree to brunch with Seth and Zach. We got dressed and went to meet them in the lobby, it was about 10AM. I was tired as fuck.

 “Good morning, boys” Seth chirped.

 “Hi” Zach said in a sullen voice, not making eye contact with me “How’re you feeling Brodes?” He asked in a more upbeat voice as he turned his attention to my husband, he was still pissed at me. “I hear you won a little cash last night!”

 Brody smiled “Yeah, like twelve hundred bucks.”

 “What?!” I asked totally surprised.

 Brody smiled at me and pulled the wad of cash outta his pocket then replied “I kinda’ forgot.” I felt like shit. He should’ve been enjoying his weekend and that windfall, but instead he had to deal with my dumbass. Brody was telling us the story of how he obliviously won the jackpot when Kev, Randy, Scotty, and Brad got off the elevator. They came over to talk to us and we all ended up going to brunch together. When we walked into the restaurant, Chet the waiter came running to great Kev and Randy. They had been visiting this place for years and everyone knew them and frankly, they seemed to know everyone in Vegas. We all filled our plates at the humongous buffet then sat down and just talked.

 “Matty and Scotty are addicted to the BroMax live goat-cam” Randy said with a laugh. Brody had made the Camera in Jimmy’s stall live on our website people could watch Jimmy play.

“Maddox and Brooklyn check it every morning before school” Scotty added.

Kev chimes in, “Scotty wants a goat.” The four older guys talked about our animals, and their kids, and just day-to-day life. I could see Brody starting to get comfortable and be himself again. He reached over, moved my hand to his thigh, and we held hands for the rest of brunch. It felt so fucking good, like he was forgiving me and we were moving on.

The guys told us stories about some of the parties they had in Vegas before they had kids. It was insane! “we’re trading rooms with Alec and Adam” Kev said. “And those guys are trading with Chip and Alec” he said nodding toward Scotty and Brad. “We’re all just boring parents, so we decided to give the party suite to the guys who want to party and we’ll be bunking in the room next to you guys.”

“The six of us are going to go gambling and then hit a speak easy by Fremont Street” Seth said.

“It’s gonna be lowkey” Randy added. “If you guys wanna hang with us instead of a wild party, you’re welcome to join us.”

“Hail yes!” Brody said without hesitation or without asking me. He felt comfortable around the six guys and I think he had had enough of the other guys after last night. I was game for anything and just happy as shit that Body didn’t leave. Brunch was great! We were all talking and laughing, and it was like last night never happened. We were just finishing up and I was finally feeling normal again when Cam, Elliot, Hunter… and fuck… Eric all walked in.

 They walked up to the table and all said hello. Brody stood up, put some cash on the table to cover our meal, kissed me on the cheek and said “I’m gonna go play some slots, I’ll catch up with you later.”

Zach bounced out of his chair and said, “I’ll go with you.” Then the two of them just walked out of the restaurant to hit the strip. Brody didn’t even acknowledge the other guys, he just left. That was totally unlike him. SHIT! He was still upset.

Eric and his group sat down a few tables away and the rest of us said our goodbyes, then got up and left. We made plans to meet up with Kev and the rest of them to have dinner and hang out, then Seth and I walked the strip and talked. He reminded me of how bad Brody’s social anxiety was when we met, and how far he had come. “You remember how we had to beg him to come out and hang with us when we first moved into the duplex?” Seth asked. “He’s come a long way, I think you forget that the guy still has social anxiety, and last night, well… I think he felt humiliated.” 

“Humiliated? Oh, come on.” I said, “He shouldn’t feel like that, only a few people even know what happened.”

We just kept walking and Seth looked over at me and said, “You don’t get to decide how other people feel.” His words hit home; He was right. Brody had every right to feel how he did. “I mean, c’mon. He’s shy and hates groups, only a few people may have seen what happened, but to him it felt like the whole world saw his husband making out with his ex. Put yourself in his shoes.” Seth was right, I mean it would be hard for anyone to watch their husband make out with their ex… then add all Brody’s insecurities on top of it. I understood, and I was so thankful Seth was there to help me.

 We went into one of the casinos and gambled for a while then went back to our hotel. When we got up to our rooms, we found Brody and Zach drunk and laying on our bed laughing and having a great time as they watched something stupid on TV. When I walked in, Brody said “I’m glad you’re back, I missed you, Maxwell.” I walked over and got onto the over-sized bed and kissed him; Seth sat down on the other side of Zach and planted one on him too. The four of us spent the afternoon just hanging out together.

Things were looking up, thanks to a little help from our friends.

  

To be continued…

 

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Author's note: Hi all, I did my best to post a little earlier than usual and not leave you hanging too long. This chapter (and likely the next, maybe more) tap into multiple perspectives to try to give you a multi-dimensional look at the Vegas New Year's Eve Party. Different strokes for different folks. PLEASE LET ME KNOW if it is too difficult to follow. Thank you! I look forward to your comments.