Simply Red

Max’s Perspective

New Year’s Day brunch was quiet considering there were twenty of us sitting at the two huge tables. The four of us who were at the chapel sat together to make sure no one slipped up and said something about the wedding. The four guys with kids were wiped out from being up past their bedtimes and talked quietly amongst themselves. The party guys all looked like death warmed over and didn’t say much but there were dirty little grins flying around the table all during brunch. We all experienced Vegas a little differently, I guess. After brunch we went upstairs to pack our bags.

“We aint’ had sex yet this year” Brody said with a grin as he sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard. It was the best thing he could’ve said. We hadn’t had sex since the Eric debacle and I was afraid he was still freaked out and didn’t want to touch me. I was never so happy to be wrong.

“Happy new year” I said then dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles and stood there with my arms up in the air.

Brody laughed “Bring that ass over here” he said. I moved to the bed and climbed up, still fully dressed with my pants dropped to my ankles. I got between his legs facing the foot of the bed and hiked my ass in the air. He smacked it hard “Now, that’s an ass” he said as he put a hand on each cheek and pulled them apart exposing my hole to the air. “Day-um” he whispered as he moved his face into my ass crack. I could feel his breath on my hole and I fucking loved it. He reached under me and pulled my hard cock back between my legs and started licking the head, then he ran his tongue along the underside of my shaft lubing it up so he could jack me off while he licked my balls, it felt fucking incredible. His slick tongue worked my full, smooth ball sac as his hand moved up and down my shaft. He moved his attention to my ass crack, licking up and down making the little red hairs wet with his saliva while he teased my pink pucker. My hole quivered and contracted at the touch of his warm, moist tongue as Brody pushed in until his tongue was inside me licking and lapping my opening hole. I bent down and pushed my face into the soft mattress and pushed my ass higher in the air. Brody doubled down by gripping my butt cheeks even harder and pushing his face deeper. He worked me until I was open and ready for him, he ended the assault with a double smack on my ass.

I kicked off my shoes, wiggled out of pants, lifted my sweater over my head, and kneeled naked over his clothed body. I laid on top of him and kissed him. It wasn’t a dirty kiss, but a soft, tender kiss. I was so happy to be there with him with no weirdness between us. I seriously thought I had fucked everything up, but now all felt right again. I pulled Brody’s shirt over his head then took a second to take in his perfect little compact body. He was small but toned and absolutely beautiful. I kissed him on the lips again, then teased each nipple with my tongue, unbuckling his pants as I did. By the time I pulled his jeans to his ankles and freed his trouser snake it was fully engorged and ready for action. I made eye contact with the love of my life as I engulfed his manhood fully, taking him all the way down and burying my nose in his pubes. I could never resist taking a whiff of him, his clean, musky scent drove me fucking nuts! It was almost like taking a hit of poppers, it did something to me that put me into a frenzied euphoria making me want to devour him. He was moaning and groaning as he writhed on the bed, his cute little bubble butt was moving side to side on the big hotel bed and his hands were planted firmly in my red locks pushing my head down as he reveled in the pleasure my familiar mouth was giving him. “Yeah, right there. Keep going. I’m gonna cum, Maxwell” he said in a breathy voice with his eyes closed.

 “The fuck you are” I said pulling my mouth off him and grabbing his cock. I straddled his hips and lined his hot, hard, manhood up with my saliva-slicked hole and then plunged myself down… and I mean plunged! I sat down and took him all the way until his balls hit my ass. God, it felt so good. Brody in me was the perfect fit. I planted my hands firmly on his chest and started to bounce up and down on him. I pulled myself all the way up leaving just his spongy mushroom his lodged in me, then I dropped back down until he bottomed out and I could almost feel him in the pit of my stomach. Up and down, I bounced wanting every fucking inch of him. I had my head thrown back as I whimpered and whined enjoying the ride.

 “Hell, Maxwell. I am so close” Brody said from under me as his hands held my hips and guided me up and down. I started bouncing faster, my hard cock smacking his abs, then mine over and over as I did. “Fuck” he yelled with a guttural grunt and I felt his heat explode in my bowls as his seed lubed and warmed my insides. He stayed hard for several minutes after he came and I continued to ride his sensitive cock. His cum leaked out of my ass as I slowly pulled myself off his spent cock. Still straddling his tight little body, I scooted up onto his chest, spit in my hand and started to jerk my cock off above his mouth. He laid there with his mouth open like a baby bird waiting for its momma to feed it a worm and feed him I did. With a scream (that I’m sure Seth and Zach heard in their room next door) I shot my first spurt right between his eyes. Hell, it was so damn powerful I’m surprised it didn’t knock him unconscious. I pushed my piece down a bit aiming at his open mouth and the next few spurts went right in as Brody readily lapped them up and swallowed the down.

 After my explosion I just sat there with my leaking ass on his chest as I caught my breath. I leaned in for a cum-filled kiss, then rolled off him. We just laid there for a minute looking at each other “I’m sorry for the other night” I whispered as I stroked his sweaty, curly locks.

 “That’s the last time I want to hear about it. Okay?” Brody said looking into my adoring eyes. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas (oh my god, if I heard that one more time that weekend, I was gonna lose it). It was a momentary lapse of judgment and I don’t ever want to talk about it again.” Fine by me, I thought. If Brody could forget it, so could I.

 After a few minutes of silence, we moved to the bathroom, showered the sex off ourselves and got ready to head home. We finished packing then went down to the lobby to meet the others and board the hotel shuttle to the airport. Seth’s Family and our friends from the Duplex were all gathered and ready to go. The other guys from Arizona were driving and had left after brunch. We all climbed onto the little bus, Eric sat up front with Hunter and we sat in the back, doing our best to avoid him. When we got to the airport, the Arizona guys hugged us all and said their goodbye’s and we thanked them for a wonderful weekend as they headed to their terminal to catch their flight. The rest of us hung a little longer until we all had to head to our gates. We hugged everyone goodbye, except Eric. He didn’t even attempt to say goodbye, or apologize to Brody, or anything else. I had to wonder if he was oblivious to the mess he caused or if he just didn’t give a shit. Either way, our relationship would likely never be the same.

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 I slept the entire flight home and woke up with Brody’s head on my shoulder when the plane touched down. I felt a sense of relief. Our New Year’s Eve weekend in Vegas started out rough with me getting drunk and stupid (that’s the nicest way to say it) and I was so afraid that I screwed things up with Brody by kissing Eric (I still had no clue why the fuck I did that). I guess what we had was stronger than a stupid, drunken mistake, and it confirmed my belief that Brody was one of the best men on earth. Regardless of the bad start, our weekend ended in an amazing way, with Seth and Zach getting married in a tiny chapel with nobody around but me and Brody to witness the event. They just did it for themselves, it was their secret, a private moment for them to cherish for the rest of their life together. The whole experience made me realize how lucky and privileged I was to be married to an amazing guy like Brody. Hearing him say he was disappointed in me was one of the harshest things I had ever endured. Words can’t explain how much I loathed myself at that moment, I vowed to myself that I would never disappoint him again. 

It was dark when Brody drove the dirty Camaro down the country road with nothing but our headlights to cut through the night. Well, that was true until we got closer to home when suddenly there was a beacon of light. HOME! I was so happy to be there. The Christmas lights were still up and looked amazing, we turned into the driveway and took the long ride up to the garage and pulled in. Dylan’s truck was parked off to the side next to Gina’s Toyota. We got out and started to unload our luggage when Zoey came out of nowhere and jumped up on Brody, then bounced off him and jumped up on me. I bent down to greet him and he covered my face in dog kisses. He was so excited to see us. Brody ended up laying down on the cold, dirty garage floor so Zoey could jump on his chest and cover his face with welcome-home kisses. Not one to be left out, Roscoe came running out of nowhere and helped his little cousin attack Uncle Brody. Brody was loving every second of it.

 “How was your big gay weekend?” Gina asked as her and Dylan came around the corner to greet us. She gave me a big hug while Dylan pulled the dogs off Brody and helped him up.

 There was so much I wanted to tell her but couldn’t. I wanted to tell her about the wedding but had been sworn to secrecy by Seth and Zach. I wanted to tell her about the kiss with Eric and my fight with Brody but it was too damn humiliating, plus if Brody was good with leaving it in Vegas so was I. So, I just said “It was fun but I’m glad to be home.” Brody and Dylan went out back to check on Jimmy, and Gina was relentlessly asking for details of the trip as we carried our bags into the house. She asked how everyone was, fishing for updates on all our friends and begging for details of our weekend… I just didn’t want to talk about it. I wanted to leave it all behind. So, I switched the subject “How did things go here?”

 “Fine. It was fun” Gina responded. “But I’m glad you’re home… I can’t wait to light a candle, turn on some quiet R&B, and sit in a warm bath with a glass of wine and no animals” she laughed. “Hey, speaking of candles, there’s a candle making class at this little shop downtown, you wanna go with me?” She asked out of the blue.

 ‘Candle making?’ I thought to myself. “Sure, why the fuck not?” I said with a smile.

 “the class is on Wednesdays. It runs for five weeks and starts this week” she said then gave me all the details. I hadn’t really thought about candle making, but it sounded like fun and would keep me busy until it was time to plant my garden… I had plans to more than double the size. Brody and Dylan came back to the house then we walked Dylan and Gina to their cars and said goodnight as we handed them each a Souvenir T-Shirt from Vegas and promised to take them to dinner as a thank you. I had my arm around Brody’s waist as the two of them drove off in their vehicles and went their separate ways. Dylan went back to his trailer and Gina went back to her loft to get a little well-deserved me-time. We were home by ourselves. Finally!

 It was January second and I still had another week off school, but Brody had to go back to work. I woke up early to take care of the animals and make breakfast. Vegas was fun (well other than “the Eric incident”), but it felt great to be home. I took Zoey out to the barn, let Jimmy out of his stall then went back into the house to make breakfast. The cupboards were sparse but I pulled something together. We ate, kissed goodbye, and Brody left for the office while I went to work cleaning the kitchen. He was only gone about ten minutes before he came back into the house “The truck and the Jeep are both dead” he said.

“Dead?” I asked.

“Yup. I couldn’t get either one of ‘em to turn over. I called Daddy and he’s coming out later this morning to take a look. Can you drive me to work?” He asked, annoyed by the whole situation. Both his vehicles were old and starting to break down on a regular basis. I was trying to talk him into buying himself a new car but he was frugal and good with his money (well, our money), and didn’t want a car payment. Unfortunately, he probably wasn’t going to have much of a choice in the near future.

“You can just take my car if you want, I don’t need to go anywhere” I answered. “I wanted to go grocery shopping, but I can go later.” He kissed me again then headed out to the garage, started up the red monster and grumbled off to work.

 I went out to the barn with Zoey to clean up the stalls. While I was l cleaning up, Kev text “I have all four kids this morning, they’re watching you sweep the barn on the goat-cam.” I forgot the thing was even on, I usually turned it off when I was out there working.

 I responded with a laugh emoji, then added “I’ll have Jimmy say Happy New Year to them.”

 “OMG, they’ll freak out.” Kev replied. “Gimme a minute so I can record them.”

 When he sent me a thumbs-up, I leaned down by Jimmy so his lips were at me ear, then I looked up at the camera and said “Hey, are Matty, Scotty, Maddox, and Brooklyn from Phoenix out there?” I paused a moment, then asked again and added “Jimmy told me to wish you guys a happy new year!” The camera had sound, but I don’t think we ever really used it before. Then I picked up Zoey, waved his paw at the camera and said, “Zoey says hey too.” Then I waved Zoey’s paw goodbye to the camera then went back to my chores.

 About ten minutes later Kev texted me a video of the kids watching “Jimmy” say happy new year. You could see me on the computer in the background, but barely hear what I was saying. However, you could clearly hear Scotty scream “HEY! THAT’S US YOU GUYS! JIMMY’S TALKING TO US!”  then the others were all chattering with excitement as they listened to Jimmy’s greeting. “Hey Jimmy!” Yelled Brooklyn, “Dance!” Then the other kids were chanting different things and yelling random questions out to Jimmy and Zoey as if they could hear and respond. It was cute as hell and I felt kind of proud of the little world we created.

 I texted Kev, “Can I post this on social?” He gave me an instant thumbs-up. So, I posted Jimmy wishing his friends a Happy New Year and again went back to my chores. After I was done with the barn I headed out to the garden and staked out where I wanted to expand it to in the spring. I would have to clear out an area of grass and till the soil before I could plant. I also wanted to double the size of the herb garden that was located closer to the house. In addition to expanding the gardens, we planned on building a patio off the back porch that could (eventually) hold a hot tub. I took all that into consideration as I staked out my new-improved garden. By the time I finished all that, Daddy had come over to work on the two cars. I poured him a cup of coffee and assisted him as he worked. He got Old Blue up and running in no time, the battery was just dead so he gave it a charge. The Jeep was another story… it needed an alternator and a few other things. I gave Daddy my credit card and he took the old truck into town to pick up a battery for the truck and order the parts for the Jeep. Meanwhile, I sat down and worked on my garden schematic and planting calendar. I had spent weeks plotting out what to plant and when. I consulted the farmer’s almanac and found whatever info I could online. I pulled out a bunch of tiny pots Grammaw had in the shed so I could pre-plant some seeds in the house before planting season. It was a little too early in the season to do that yet, but I was getting everything ready… damn, I was into it.

 Daddy dropped off the truck midafternoon and told me it would be a few days before he could get what he needed for the Jeep; he had already talked to Brody about it. I thanked him and he said, “Red, you know me. I’m all for drivin’ the old vehicles ‘til the wheels fall off, but that Jeep has a couple of hundred miles on her. It’s prolly time to look for somethin’ newer.” I agreed, but Brody was the one we had to convince. I thanked him for all his help before he went back to his shop. Once he was gone, I fired up Old Blue and went grocery shopping. By the time Brody got home, dinner was on the table and we sat down together and ate with Zoey staring at us waiting for us to drop something good.

 “Well,” Brody said with a sigh. “Daddy talked me into looking for a new vehicle, but I hate to spend the money.”

 “It’s not like you’re buying a Lamborghini just for the fuck of it. You need a reliable vehicle to get to work, and you’ve had the Jeep for what? Like ten years, and it was old when you bought it… you got your money’s worth.” I said trying to convince him. “This isn’t a luxury purchase, Brody. You need this, and you’re making decent money now.” He reluctantly nodded in agreement. “So, have you thought about what you want?” I asked.

 He smiled… he had obviously been thinking about it. He just needed some encouragement. “I want a Jeep Gladiator. It’s like my Jeep and truck combined.” He answered with a grin. “I told Daddy to keep his eyes open for one that’s a coupla’ years old. I aint buyin’ a brand new one, let someone else take the depreciation.” It sounded like Daddy had made some progress convincing him, he just needed confirmation from me and he got it. After the truck conversation I told him about Jimmy and Zoey talking to the Nicholls boys. He pulled out his phone and checked out the video. He let out a belly laugh as he watched. “Shit fire! Did you see all these likes and comments? You got like over 10,000 likes, and we gotta shitload of new followers.”

 I pulled it up on my phone, and sure as hell, it had blown up. It looks like all the Nicholls clan had reposted the video and a bunch of their friends and family had followed our social media accounts. There were a bunch of requests in the comments and DMs for Jimmy to give personal greetings. “Holy shit!” I said with a laugh as I scrolled through. Brody read a few out loud to me as I glanced at all the comments on my phone in amazement. People were into this… frankly I thought it was kind of stupid and just did it to make Kev and Scotty’s kids laugh.

 “Shit, how do we capitalize on this?” Brody asked with a laugh. “We got like over ten thousand people watching this damn goat-cam. 90% of the time he just shits and sleeps.” We laughed about Jimmy and Zoey being stars, then talked some more and read through the comments. We talked about adding a camera that looked out into the fenced in pasture, and maybe a couple of others too in order to make it more exciting. We finished dinner and cleaned up the kitchen. Brody went up to his studio and I went into the living room, lit a fire in the fireplace and sat there with my laptop answering some of the comments and greeting requests. I posted that Jimmy would do more greetings at 10:00 the next morning (I did that every day throughout the break, and then started doing it at 6AM when school was back in session. The requests kept on coming in).

 After that, I went back to working on my dream garden again. I also researched bees because we planned on getting our first couple of hives in the spring. The next couple of days were about the same. Brody kept taking my car to work and I took Old Blue to run errands if I needed something. I ran to the feed store for goat chow, and to the nursery a couple of times to pick up supplies and start buying seeds and potting soil for my early planting. I had a couple of weeks yet but wanted to be organized and ready… I had a plan. It was ridiculous how into it I was. I was reading anything I could find and I asked BA about a million questions. I was thinking that if I was successful and I had enough stuff I might take a booth at the small farmers market downtown by Gina’s place, or maybe a roadside stand just for fun. I also did a couple of random Jimmy greetings at 10AM as promised. This time I was off Camera and did it in a stupid goat voice while Jimmy looked at the cam. It was stupid, but damn did the comments come in!!! The funny thing was that the new comments were directed at Jimmy as if it was his account, not me. We were creating this online presence for our little farm and it was a trip.

 Tuesday night we were both sitting in the living room on our laptops when Brody said, “Check this out,” then brought his laptop over to the couch and sat next to me. He showed me a site he had found where he could set up a virtual store. He uploaded some of his artwork of the Barnyard Animals of BroMax Farm and you could choose an image and have it printed merchandise. Brody set up a test-site with T-shirts and mugs, so you could click on the link and buy a Zoey & Jimmy mug or T-shirt. He uploaded half dozen options for artwork with the animals doing different stuff like chores or dancing… it was very cool. “I’m gonna link this to our site just for fun.” So, it was official, people could by BroMax Farm merchandise. I became our first customer and bought one of every mug, then 2 of every T-shirt, then four kids T-shirts for the Nicholls’ kids and had them shipped to directly to Kev. “Damn, Maxwell. I was trying’ to figure out how to make money off this place, not spend it” Brody said with a laugh. But I couldn’t help myself… I LOVED his artwork, and it was just fun.

 On Wed night I met Gina downtown for our candle making class. She invited BA, so of course, there were cocktails afterwards. The three of us had a great time and I surprisingly got into the art and science of candle making. For the rest of the break, I was planning my garden, sending out greetings from the goat, and working on my candle making skills. 

The trip to Vegas was fun, but I couldn’t help but think about the different paths my friends had taken… not just in life, but in the way we each treated sex. Eric was still trying to fuck anything with a penis (and maybe without, who knows) even though he had a great guy… but Hunter seemed fine with it. Cam had settled down somewhat, but he was still out there experimenting with other guys and bringing Elliot along for the ride. Seth and Zach were the most like us, I guess; happy with each other and not really needing the added thrill of other people in the bedroom. I realized how happy (and lucky) I was with Just Brody, and how excited I got by the simple things in life.

What an odd little life we were carving out for ourselves in the middle of fucking nowhere… I loved it! 

 

To be continued…