Simply Red

Brody’s Perspective

Maxwell made it to North Carolina after almost three years, we were finally starting our life together and it just felt so right. Everything we had worked so hard for was finally paying off. It was Monday morning; he woke up early to have breakfast with me before I went to work. We sat at the old kitchen table eating omelets, drinking coffee, and talking about his plans for the day as Witchy (my black cat) walked across the counter. Max had a couple of weeks to kill before the semester began and he started teaching.

He planned on running a bunch of errands, then spending some time in the garden. I had planted the garden in the spring and it was thriving but hadn’t spent a helluva lot some time working out there over the past coupla’ weeks because I wanted to finish painting the house before Max showed up. He also planned on hitting the grocery store, then checking out a couple of apartments for his friend Gina. She took a teaching job at the same school as him and planned on moving to town as soon as she found a place and we agreed to be her legs on the ground checking places out for her. If she didn’t find anything before school started, she was going to stay with us for a while.

“Hey, can you stop at Lowe’s? I need some stuff I need for the studio.” I asked Max “I got a list” I added handing it to him. I had Dylan’s old room set up as my studio, but now that the house was pretty much finished, I was working on converting the loft in the old barn out back into a real studio. I had originally planned to put in a massage studio on the first floor, but I hadn’t really taken any massage appointments since I moved back, plus we were going to throw our hitchin’ party in there, so that part of the project was on hold. Besides, I’d been thinking about getting a couple of animals; you know, a goat and maybe some chickens or something, so I wasn’t ready to completely convert the old barn just yet.

“Yeah, But I’ll need the keys to your truck, the Camaro won’t haul shit” Max responded as he pulled up the closest Lowe’s location on his phone, “twenty freaking miles away” He sighed.

My dad was a mechanic and had fixed up an old truck for me to haul construction materials in when I started renovating Grammaw’s house, I also had an old Jeep that I used as a daily driver. My whole family drove old vehicles in great condition (thanks to Daddy), so Maxwell’s brand new ride was a novelty around these parts and I wasn’t about to miss an opportunity to get my hands on her. “It may not haul shit, but it hauls ass” I laughed, “And you look hot as hell in that thing” I added with a grin. “I should probably give you your own keys for the truck and the Jeep. I have spares upstairs” then I looked at him expectantly.

He let out a fake, dramatic sigh and rolled his eyes at me, “Fine, I’ll give you a key to the Camaro too.”

I broke into a massive smile; he got my hint. “Well, if you insist. It’s just practical in case I need to move it or something” I said with a snicker. Max knew I was full of shit and itching to drive that car. “Since you’re taking Old Blue (that’s what I named the pickup), maybe I could… um…”

Before I finished my question, he shot me a grin and rolled his eyes “Yeah, you can take the Camaro to work today” he said. My eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas. Shit, me and Dylan were more excited about that damn car than Maxwell was.

Anyway, Max had a bunch of errands to run and needed to start finding his way around. There wasn’t anything near us. There were several towns within a half hour drive or so with groceries stores and other businesses, but there wasn’t like a convenient town center where you could just get everything you needed in one stop, everything was a trek. I tried to give him the lay of the land as we wolfed down breakfast and helped him map out the closest and best options for groceries and the nearest Lowe’s. After looking everything up on GPS he seemed to have an Idea of where he needed to go. I had to get to the office and Max decided to head out and do the grocery shopping first. There was a nice Harris Teeter near my office so he was going to follow me in to work. He jumped into Old Blue and cranked her up. The old girl grumbled like a champ, then I got into the Camaro and did the same… she growled and purred at the same time. I flipped her around and headed out the long drive with Max following behind me, I took a left onto the country road that ran by the house and headed towards the freeway resisting the temptation to just hit the gas and leave Max in the dust. He followed me to work, the grocery store was off the same exit so we tooted our horns to say goodbye and parted ways.

I figured that would be the end of Maxwell until I got home after work, but that boy was texting me every two seconds with questions from ‘what size nails do you need?’ To ‘what’s the quickest route to First Street?’ I loved the hell outta him, but dangit, I had to get some work done. He finally stopped bugging the crap outta me around 4:00 or so.

I jumped into the Red Hot Camaro a little after 6:00, dropped the top, blasted the local country station on the radio and jumped back onto the freeway towards home. It was just about 6:30 when I opened the garage door and pulled Maxwell’s baby in for the night. When I walked into the house, Max was in the kitchen cooking, I snuck up behind him, put my arms around him and squeezed him tight. “How was yer day?” I asked.

“Good” He responded quietly as he pushed his sweet ass into me. Max was a lean, skinny little ginger when we met, but over the past coupla’ years he had added some muscle and bulked up, cropped his hair tight but let it grow out a little on top, and now he was sportin’ a red beard that was tight on the sides and tapered to a full bush of fire at the bottom. He went from scrawny little nerd to ginger muscle-daddy in progress since we had met. Scrawny, bulky, either way he turned me the hell on. “I’m sorry I bugged the hell out of you at work all day” he said, “I just feel lost around here.”

“I know” I said, “But you gotta cut back on the text’s, baby” I laughed in his ear. “The whole damn office was shooting me dirty looks every time I picked up my phone.” And trust me, they were! The agency just picked up two new accounts and I was in brainstorming meetings all day. Sweet Jesus Max buzzed my phone every time someone spoke.

I could tell Max felt bad about it “I’ll try not to bug you so much tomorrow. I’ll be better once I’m working” he said. I totally got it, he was in a new place away from all his friends, he didn’t know his way around, I was the only person he really knew and I was gone all day. My biggest fear with him moving here was that he would be too bored. Max grew up in Minneapolis and spent most of his adult life in Milwaukee with a house full of friends. There was always something going on and somewhere to go. Now he was in the middle of freaking nowhere (or as his friend Cam called it; Bumbafuck) all alone while I was at work. It was a huge change for him.

“So, what ya’ makin’ for dinner?” I asked.

“Nothing fancy, just baked chicken breasts with a parmesan crust, green beans from the garden, a cucumber/tomato salad from the garden, and a fresh side salad… from the garden.” He said “Damn, there was so much stuff in the garden! I picked all that!” He said motioning his head towards a literal bushel full of cucumbers and another bushel full of tomatoes, peppers, squash, beans, peas, etc. “I didn’t even get started in the herb garden yet.”

“Day-um, dinner sounds awesome” I said, “and another day-um for those two gotdamn bushels of vegetables from the garden. I’ve totally ignored it for the past couple of weeks.”

“I don’t know what the fuck to do with all that stuff. I mean, the only people we know are your family and they all have their own gardens. I guess I’ll research what to do with it all online and see if I can figure something out.”

“Well, it’ll give you something to do until schools starts” I said, I was hoping he would find something to keep him busy. He had spent all summer planning the wedding figuring that he wouldn’t have time once he moved here. There wasn’t much left to do but send out the invites, I had already designed them and they would be coming back from the printer in about a week. But for now, he was bored. The wedding was going to be casual and simple. A pig pickin’ in the yard with family and friends. We already hired a friend of my Daddy’s to cater everything, booked a local country band and the Justice Of The Peace. I had cleaned out the first floor of the barn and ordered a big tent, tables and chairs, and a couple of port-a-potties. Everything was scheduled to arrive a few days before the big event. All that was left to do was string the lights and decorate and we’d have to wait until the tent showed up for that, so the wedding planning was on hold.

I kissed him, then ran upstairs to change out of my work clothes. When I came back down, we sat at the kitchen table and ate, day-um Maxwell could cook. “This is damn good” I said with my mouth full of green beans. I was used to eating microwave mac and cheese. That was pretty much my entire diet other than a weekly visit or two to the local bar with Dylan. I have no idea why I planted a garden; I had no clue how to cook.

“I just cooked it, you grew it” he said as he ate, “I love that garden.” His enthusiasm was coming back. We talked all through dinner and I did my best to encourage his excitement over the garden hoping it would pique his interest and keep him busy. I did NOT want him getting bored and having doubts about this move. After dinner I went up to Dylan’s old room to paint and Max stayed down in the living room with his laptop researching what to do with all the stuff from the garden. A couple of hours later we both went into the bedroom.

I got there first and was already stripped down to my underwear when he walked in “You gonna be okay here?” I asked him, a little worried about the answer.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Once school starts, I meet some people, and Gina gets here I’ll have stuff to keep me busy. It’s just a transition. THIS is where I want to be” he promised as he hugged me and started rubbing his hands up and down my mostly naked body. As he did, I lifted his shirt over his head and then went for the drawstring on his shorts. He stepped out of his shoes while I fumbled with his clothes, about a minute later he was completely naked in front of me. Damn! The extra muscle and light layer of red fuzz on his chest, legs, and ass were so fucking hot. I just stood there and stared at him as the moonlight creeped past the blinds and bounced off his toned, muscular body making the little red fuzz glisten. I couldn’t resist Maxwell, I pushed him onto the bed on his back and pushed his knees to his chest and lifted his ass. There it was his perfect pink little pucker ducted with tiny red hairs just begging for my tongue to enter.

I was on the bed on my knees with my hands on his white ass cheeks and I leaned in and started eating his hole, my tongue flicking around the tiny red hairs as it made its way to its musky, sweet little pink target. I licked up and down his crack a few more times before I pushed my tongue in. I smacked his ass with both hands making Max grunt in pain and pleasure. I kneaded his ass globes while my hands parted them to give my tongue easier access. I never was much of an ass man until I met Max, but now… that sweet little ginger hole could entertain me all damn day. I was licking and slurping, slicking his hole with my spit while he moaned and wriggled underneath me, his hands firmly holding the backs of his knees.

“Please fuck me” Maxwell begged as I drove him wild with my tongue. Usually, we would suck each other off for a while to get each other hard, but I was already rock hard and ready to go in. My small body mounted my muscle-stud-in-progress from above. Poor Max was almost bent in half as I stood and pushed my ample tool into him. He exhaled a long and breathy “ffffffffuuuuucccckkkk” as I moved deeper into his chute with one slow, steady push. I was staring into his eyes, watching them roll back into his head. I leaned in for a passionate kiss as I continued to plunge forward, bottoming out with my heavy balls finally resting on his ass. I Gyrated my hips letting him feel every inch of me before I started to pull out. I was going to leave the head in him but pulled out a little too far and it slipped out with a ‘plop’ and slapped against his balls. He let go of one of his ankles, to grab my cock and line it up with his hole again. In a desperate voice he said, “put it back in, baby. Put it back in me and push fucking hard.” Not one to disappoint, I did as he asked.

Suddenly I was taken over by lust and just started pounding down into him and growling “Is this what you want? You want this cock?” I had no idea where those words came from. I was a quiet guy of few words, but now I was talking dirty. “You want me to FUCK you harder?!” I asked as I pushed harder and deeper, “You want this cock?!”

I went on like that for about ten minutes, thrusting and talking dirty with Maxwell underneath me yelling “Yeah, I fucking want everything you got. Fuck me. FUCK ME, BRODY!” the word ‘yelling’ isn’t an exaggeration. He was literally yelling for me to fuck him. So, I did. He started jacking himself off with his right hand as I fucked into him with abandon. He was still doubled over with his cock pointed at his face.

“Shoot in your mouth, Max. Eat your own cum!” I said. I had no idea where those words came from either. I was caught up in the moment and the idea of him eating his own load was so fucking hot to me at that right then.

An evil grin appeared on his lust-addled face as he wailed “I’M CUMMING. I’M CUMMING” then his seed shot out of his cock with a powerful stream. The first shot landed on his upper lip, he adjusted the angle of his cock and the rest went right into his mouth. He continued to jack and squeeze until every last drop was out. Then I leaned in, licked the misfire off his upper lip and kissed him. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and we shared his salty, sweet juice. Sweet Jesus that put me over the edge as I pumped in and out harder and faster until I was past the point of no return.

“I’m cumming” I said under my breath.

“Shoot in me, Brody!” Max begged. “Shoot in me!”

Oh, holy hell, he didn’t have to ask twice like that! I shot my load deep into him and held my discharging manhood deep in him until I was empty, then I pulled out and pushed back into him giving him another ten strokes or so. The head of my cock was so sensitive, but that just added to the rapturous thrill of it all. I pushed and pumped until I was worn out then I climbed off his tight body, giving his ass one last slap as I did and tumbled down onto the old bed next to him. I had my hands behind my head as I huffed and puffed trying to catch my breath. Maxwell let go of his legs, my cum leaking out of his tight hole as he rolled over and started to make out with me again. I was breathing heavily into his cum-flavored mouth. Gotdammit, it was so dirty, and hot, and… and… and fucking perfect! Unbridled, hot, wild passionate sex. I could never have this with anyone else. We stayed like that, devouring each other for what seems like a few days, but in reality, was probably less than five minutes.

I rolled over, my smaller body spooning his taller, more muscular frame and we fell asleep in our own aftermath. The next morning, I got up, showered, and got ready for work while Maxwell slept. By the time I made it to the kitchen he was up and making breakfast again in just his sweatpants. In the morning light I could see how developed his chest was getting. “What’s your plan for today?” I asked after we kissed good morning.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m going to try to find a gym to join, and spend some time trying to figure out what to do with all these fucking vegetables.” He said as we both sat down to breakfast.

“Call Betty Ann” I suggested. Betty Ann was my stepmother. She had three hobbies: gardening, canning, and chain smoking. “She’s got a big garden and knows how to can, pickle, and do whatever the hell else you do to all that stuff.” She only worked part time so was usually around. Max said he’d give her a call and I headed off to work.

That night when I got home Max was lying on the couch with Witchy on his chest twitching her tail. “How was your day?” I asked.

“Sucked. I just hung out on the couch. I couldn’t get a hold of Betty Ann, so I just sat here and researched gyms and canning but didn’t do shit.” He answered in a defeated tone. “I have no clue where any of these fucking gyms are. I’m so lost out here.” I felt bad, I was hoping I had turned him around last night, but no such luck. “Is Spaghetti okay for dinner? I didn’t make anything.” He said as he rolled off the couch and walked slowly into the kitchen, giving me a half-hearted peck on the cheek along the way. I changed out of my work clothes and into my sweats then joined him in the kitchen. He boiled pasta and stirred the sauce out of the jar while I chopped up some vegetables for and made a salad… that was the most cooking I had ever done up to that point. When dinner was ready, we sat across from each other and ate in silence. I tried to make conversation several times but failed, ‘SHIT!’ I thought to myself, ‘This aint working for him.’

As I was thinking about what to do his phone rang, it was Betty Ann “Sorry, I didn’t call back, hon. I was working at the grocery store today” she said. They talked for about ten minutes and he had a smile on his face when he hung up. “She’s off tomorrow and is gonna come by and take a look at what I have.” He said with a tiny glimmer of excitement. It was something to kill time, I guess. Right after he hung up the phone with her, Dylan called with a lead on and apartment for Gina. Max hung up with him and said, “One of Dylan’s pals from the dock just bought a house and has a nice apartment above the shops in downtown Wilmington he needs to sublet. I’m gonna call Gina.” There was excitement in his voice again as he called his friend, he had a purpose again. They talked for about forty five minutes. After they hung up, he called Dylan’s friend to set up a time to see the apartment. He hung up the phone again and said, “I’m going to get up early and look at the apartment before this guy goes to work, then I want to find a gym. Help me figure out which ones are between home and the school” He said. The spark was back in his voice and he was putting his plan together for the next day. I was happy as hell that he found something to occupy his time… even if it was just for a day. I guess we’d have to take it one day at a time for now.

The next morning Max got up the same time I did and was in a great mood. We showered together and he gave me a quick BJ under the water, day-um, that’s the way to start a day. We had breakfast together and he sent me off to work with a big smile on my face. He left right behind me to go check out the apartment for Gina. I got a text from him about an hour later that said ‘I facetimed Gina at the apartment, she loved it and is signing the lease. She’ll probably need to stay with us for a couple of days.’ That was great news and I texted back a thumbs-up ad a smiley face emoji. That was literally all I heard from him all day. I texted him before I left work around 6:00, but there was no response. I was glad he cut back on the texts but was a little worried about him.

When I pulled into the driveway, I found Betty Ann’s old, white Chrysler 300 parked in front of the open garage door and I could see Max’s car parked inside. I parked my Jeep between her car and my pick-up. When I walked up to the front porch, I found her and Max sitting in the rocking chairs smokin’ cigarettes and drinkin’. Max wasn’t a regular smoker but was known to light up when he was drinkin’.

“How was your day, Hon?” Betty Ann asked in her deep graveled voice as she exhaled a stream of smoke.

“Good, but it looks like y’all are having a helluva a lot more fun” I responded, surprised to see her there. “What y’all up to?” I asked.

Max had a huge smile on his face, his eyes were glazed over and in a squint and his words slurred “Me and BA, which can stand for Betty Ann or Bad Ass by the way…” he said as he lifted his glass towards her, then continued. “… were pickling stuff.”

“Startin’ with us” Betty Ann added with a gravelly laugh, cracking Max up as they both raised their cocktail glasses. The two of them were three sheets to the wind laughing and joking with each other like old friends. Talk about your unlikely pairs… My 22 year old, gay fiancé and my 68 year old redneck stepmother. “I came over to help Max figure out what to do with all the stuff from the garden. We decided to start with pickles.”

Max added, “Your Grammaw had a big pot, a bunch of pickle recipes, jars and a whole lot of other shit in the root cellar.” His face was contorted and his speech slurred as he spoke… I even thought I heard a little bit of a southern accent in there.

“Then I took the boy into town to get some lids, vinegar, and other supplies” Betty Ann said. “We got him set up with everything he needs to pickle the hell out of that garden.”

“What are y’all drinking?” I asked.

“I’m introducin’ your betroth-ed to the wonders of moonshine” Betty Ann replied.

I just rolled my eyes and left them on the porch as I headed upstairs to change. The house wreaked of vinegar and the kitchen was a mess, but there were several jars of pickles sitting on the countertop. I got into my jeans, a T-shirt, threw on my baseball cap and went back out to the front porch. Just as I walked out Dylan’s pick-up crunched up the gravel drive and parked behind BA’s old Chrysler (BA, I liked that name, it was gonna stick). Dylan jumped outta the driver’s side with his dog Roscoe right behind him, while Daddy Jumped out of the passenger side with a bucket of chicken in his hands.

“Betty Ann texted that she was hittin’ the moonshine with Max, so we figured we better come over here and drive her home” Daddy said, “Oh and we brought dinner” he said lifting the bucket of KFC as Dylan lifted a couple bags full of sides and biscuits. They walked onto the porch where Max and BA were smoking, drinking, and laughing uncontrollably at god only knows what. Roscoe had beat them up there, had his paws on Max’s lap and was covering his face with kisses making my drunk fiancé laugh uncontrollably.

“Well, aint they a pair?” Daddy said with a big ole’ grin on his face.

“Hi Baby” BA slurred to my daddy.

“Hey Daddy” Max added and with a seductive grin, then the two of them cracked up again. Dear lord they were drunk as hell.

“Drunk as skunks and thick as thieves” Dylan said with a giant smile, amused as hell by the whole scene. Daddy, Dylan, and I took the food into the kitchen and started rummaging around the cabinets and drawers for utensils, plates, napkins, etc.

“Hey boys” Daddy said in a somber tone, “I don’t know if y’all heard, but your momma moved back to the area. Have either of you heard from her?” We both shook our heads no.

“Shit” Dylan said, “she must be short on cash.”

“I’m sure she heard I moved back and we inherited a little money from Grammaw” I added. “I’m surprised she didn’t raise her head earlier.” Then I thought for a minute “Shit! She’s back just in time to fuck up the wedding” I said in a moment of realization.

Daddy nodded “That’s what I was thinkin’. She’ll have plenty of relatives to hit up and scam at the event.” My mother, Patty James, was a master scam artist. She was a great mother when Dylan and I were little kids, but then she got bored. When we were teenagers, she started sleeping around on daddy, he forgave her over and over, but after a while he had enough and left her. He got full custody of us without much of a fight from her, she was more than happy to be free of us. Dylan and I moved in with Daddy but he worked a lot, so we spent a lot of time at Grammaw’s. Daddy was a great father and worked his ass off trying to do his best for me and my brother.

My mother on the other hand showed little to no interest in us. She moved to Daytona and supported herself with get-rich quick scams and pyramid schemes. The only time we saw her is when she needed to score a few bucks and came back to con the relatives. It had been about eight years since the last time I ran into her. Dylan said he ran into her about five years ago at the Harris Teeter, but she didn’t see him.

“How do you know she’s back?” Dylan asked.

“She showed up at Bubba’s and started askin’ questions” daddy said, “But you know Bubba, he didn’t tell her diddly.” Bubba was my cousin on my momma’s side, he helped me fix up the house, he was a good ole’ boy and you could trust him.

“So, what do we do?” I asked.

“Nothin’” Daddy said. “Other than keep an eye out for her and if she shows up, don’t fall for her shit.” He was right, the best way to shut her down was to ignore her.

Just about then Maxwell and Betty Ann came stumbling into the kitchen. “Hey, BA!” Maxwell exclaimed as he grabbed two big tomatoes out of the bushel basket then told me to turn around and held them next to my ass and said, “See! Like two ripe tomatoes” then the two of them doubled over on each other cracking up again. They were soused, but I was happy as hell that Max found someone to play with.

BA and Maxwell entertained the rest of us as we all ate dinner together. After dinner, Daddy poured BA into her car and drove her home, and Dylan helped me get Max upstairs and put him to bed. Roscoe ran up the steps ahead of us and jumped on the bed. Dylan grabbed Max under one arm and I grabbed him under the other and we walked him up the steps. Max looked over at Dylan with a drunken smile, petted his beard and slurred “you’re like a cuddly Teddy Bear” then he snickered.

“Awe thanks, Red” Dylan said in his deep voice “And yer like a little Cheeto soaked in moonshine” making Max snicker as he petted his beard again with a smile on his face as his head fell back. When we got into the bedroom Max stripped naked. Yep, right there in front of my brother with no shame whatsoever. Dylan laughed once again at my uninhibited fiancé. “Well, that answers that question” Dylan said with a grin. “The carpet definitely matches the drapes.” He was enjoying the hell out of this entire evening seeing Max and BA bond. Max fell onto the bed, curled into a ball, and fell fast asleep bare assed naked in front of my brother. Dylan looked at his naked frame lying there, so sweet, and innocent and said, “He’s really a good guy, Brodes, I can see why you love him.” Then he added, “don’t worry, he’ll fit in fine over time.” The he called Roscoe, said goodbye, and headed out to his truck.

After Dylan left, I stripped got into bed and spooned Max’s naked body. Still just happy as hell that he was finally here.

To be continued…