Simply Red

Max’s Perspective

The next several weeks were hectic but productive; Trey joined our team; the three guys gelled well and were doing an amazing job running with things under Ricky’s leadership. Thank god, because I was busy out on the property picking apples, working in the neglected garden, and harvesting honey for the very first time. Mrs. J helped me deal with the bees and was impressed with my first harvest. Brody ordered some cool jars and made labels so we could sell it at the market. Side note: the house was sticky for a damn week.

Bubba and his crew were making great progress with the barn conversion, we were aiming to shut down candle production for two weeks in December, reorganize, and take over the entire first floor of the barn. Bubba and I finally talked. I understood that he was looking out for his kin, but I was hurt that he didn’t trust me. He apologized to me for not talking to me first, and I apologized to him for overreacting (to be honest, I didn’t really feel I overreacted, but I apologized to keep the peace). We shook hands and agreed to move on, but things still felt weird between us… only time would tell. Brody was still loving his new job and impressing the hell out of them daily. In his off time, he finalized the packaging for Jordan’s candle line… way ahead of schedule. We were waiting for the labels to be printed but Ricky and the team had already started pouring candles and were way ahead of the game. We had gotten a couple of reorders from The Resort (way earlier than expected), and our online sales were on the rise. Signing with Stella turned out to be a smart move too, she was a constant source of orders and most of her clients were reordering regularly. She claimed the feedback was all positive and the increased sales backed her up. All and all things were going well as we moved into autumn.

Gina was busy as hell! I saw her at school, but that was about it. She had moved into Dylan’s trailer a couple of months earlier when her lease was up, her big city furniture and style transformed his redneck bachelor pad into a cute temporary home for the engaged couple. They had started building a new house on Dylan’s property and were working on their wedding plans, so she was kind of scarce. Harris had taken her spot as my confidant (well at least for the time being). We spent a lot of time together, and the four of us started to hang out on Saturday nights when Terrance wasn’t working. It was nice to have a gay couple as friends again, like we did in college with Seth and Zach. With everything going on, our first anniversary just kind of snuck up on us. Gina and Dylan threw a little anniversary celebration for us on Friday night at their place and invited Daddy and BA to join.

They had already started building the new house a couple of acres away from the trailer. When we pulled into the drive, BA, Daddy, Gina, and Dylan were inspecting the new foundation. We let Zoey out of the car and he was promptly wrestled to the ground by his cousin and best bud Roscoe while Brody and I walked over to the site of the new house to join the others. After about twenty minutes of looking around and listening to Dylan and Gina talk about their plans for the place, we headed into the trailer for dinner. The place looked and smelled fantastic and we sat down to a great dinner.

After dinner, BA handed us and envelope and said, “Hey Darlins’, happy anniversary from the four of us.” We opened the envelope to find a reservation at the Inn on Biltmore Estate in Ashville. Ashville is a cute little gay friendly town in the mountains of North Carolina, and the Biltmore estate is amazing. The area is crazy busy in the fall when the colors change. “Y’all need some alone time.”

“Thank you, but this reservation is for tomorrow night” I said grateful for the gesture but knowing there was no way we could make this happen. “I’ve got the farmer’s market and…”

Dylan cut me off, “me and Gina will work the market, y’all just go and take some time off and celebrate. You deserve it.”

“We’ll come by in the morning and load up Old Blue, Grab Zoey and go to the market… I know what to do. Plus Mrs. J will be there to help if we need it” Gina said. “After the farmers market we’ll move into your place and take care of Jimmy and Zoey… so just go” Gina said. It was a thoughtful gift, and they had everything covered. Plus, they weren’t wrong. We needed some alone time, hell I wanted some alone time… they talked us into it. We talked through the logistics, I was nervous about jut leaving like that, but why the fuck not? We needed a break.

After that was all sorted out, Dylan piped up, “Hey y’all we got a wedding date in mind, we wanted to run it by ya’.”

Gina took over “the Saturday after Thanksgiving” she said catching us all off guard. They had been talking next summer, now they were talking next month? She had a look of nervousness on her face as she awaited our reaction.

“That’s next month!” BA chimed in. “What happened to next summer?”

“Well, we just thought your grandbaby would prefer that we were married when they showed up” Dylan said. The room went silent as the four of us processed what was just said.

“Hot damn, I’m gonna be a granny?!!!!” BA yelled and the rest of us echoed her excitement. There was a look of relief on Gina’s face, she didn’t know how we were going to react. Of course, we all thought it was awesome. It’s not like she was some knocked-up teenager; they were engaged, living together, and building a new home together… it was clear they were planning on having a family eventually. Things just… well, moved a little faster than planned, I guess. This was great news!!! The excitement was thick as our family celebrated the announcement of a new addition.

“Max, I know you have your big board meeting the day before, I promise the wedding won’t interfere” Gina said. In all the excitement I had forgotten about that. “I just figured a bunch of the guys would already be here, and the timing’s right… because I’ll barely be showing. I promise we’ll be at the board meeting on Friday and focused… until noon, then all bets are off.” She didn’t need to sell me on the idea.

“I think it’s a great idea” I said excitedly. “Where’s the wedding going to be?”

“We reserved a dinner-cruise boat” Dylan said. “We’re getting’ married at the old church downtown, then we’ll board the boat a few blocks away and have the reception on the water at sundown.”

“That sounds beautiful” BA said. “Aw shit, I’m gonna hafta find me a mother of the groom dress fast.” Then she and Gina went on and on about wedding details. Gina had invites ready to go but planned to make a bunch of personal calls because it was such short notice. We talked wedding plans for the rest of the night until Brody and I decided to head home. Brody threw Dylan the keys to Old Blue and we promised to have her packed up and ready to go. On the way home I called Harris to cancel our Saturday night plans, he was bummed but excited for us. We got home about 10PM and went to work loading up Old Blue for Dylan and Gina. After that we did a quick clean-up of the house, packed our bags, and finally got to bed about midnight.

A little after 6AM Brody woke me up with coffee in a travel mug and said, “pull on some clothes, we’re gonna go watch the sunrise over the ocean. I aint done that in years.” I brushed my teeth and threw on jeans and a T-shirt. Brody threw our bags in the trunk, locked up the house, and we jumped into the Camaro with the top down and Zoey hanging over the side. It was about sixty five degrees out and there was a chill in the air, but it felt good. “We’re officially on vacation, Maxwell” Brody said as he leaned over from the driver’s seat and kissed my cold cheek. We drove down the back country roads with the cold air whipping through us while Zoey did his damnedest to eat the wind as he leaned over the side of the red muscle car from the back seat. Brody pulled up to a remote spot on a beach that I didn’t even know existed. “We let Zoey out of the car to run while the two of us crawled into the back and sat our cold asses down on the convertible boot and looked over the still dark, vast ocean. “Dylan and me used to come here and smoke when we were teenagers” he said as we looked on waiting for the sunrise.

“It’s so peaceful here” I said as we sat and listened to the crashing of the waves in the darkness. We just sat waiting as we watched Zoey run around on the sand with his head held high and his tail wagging in the air, he seemed to be chasing imaginary creatures… but who know what was lurking in the dark. We were only there about ten minutes when the sun started to rise. It was stunning. The blackness slowly turned orange and the clouds had a hint of pink. We just sat there watching the show. The orange and pink turned to yellow, then the blue sky took over. We were basking in the beauty when my phone rang. It was Gina.

“Where the hell is Zoey, did you take him with you to Asheville?” She said in a panic. I looked at my watch, it was 7:30 already.

“No. I’m sorry, we went to the beach to watch the sunrise and took Zoey with us” I said, she sighed in relief. “We’ll drop him off at the market before we hit the road.” I said. They were already on their way there. I got off the phone and looked at my adorable husband. “Time to go, we gotta drop Zoey off with Aunt Gina and Uncle Dylan.” We gave each other a quick peck on the lips, rounded up the dog, then Brody started the engine and we roared off to the market. When we got there, things were already chaotic. I got behind the booth to help and Gina promptly kicked my ginger ass out “GO!” She barked, “Go enjoy your anniversary weekend already!” So, we did. Brody pulled me out of the farmer’s market by the hand and back into the Camaro. We put the top up and hit the road for our almost 6 hour trek.

About twenty minutes into the trip, he said “Dylan and Gina havin’ a baby… damn.”

“I know. Right?! I said back instantly. We hadn’t talked about it since we heard the news the night before. “They’ll be awesome parents.”

“That lil’ shit’s gonna be a spoiled brat. Between us, BA, Daddy, and Gina's mom that kid’ll have everything.” Brody said with a laugh. “Do you want kids?” he asked. It just hit me then, in our four years together we talked about everything… except having kids.

I looked over at him “Yeah, I do… but not like right now or anything?” I responded, “you?”

“Same… yeah, but not right now” He said, adding, “we already got too many babies… Jimmy, Zoey, your candle business, my career…”

I interrupted, adding, “the bees, the farmers market, the barn renovation…” and we went on to talk about all the shit in our lives that we loved and kept us busy as hell. “For now, we’re gonna be the best damn guncles in the world” I said.

“And someday maybe we’ll have a couple of our own” Brody added, then leaned over the console and we kissed as we roared down the freeway. We were on the same page. Damn, we were so right for each other. We talked some more as we made our way towards our romantic getaway. We got to the inn around two o’clock and had a couple of hours to kill before check-in. We took a walk through downtown Ashville; it was a cute little town with lots of shops and restaurants and we just strolled around looking at the shops. We were dressed like shit and hadn’t even showered yet, but no one seemed to care. We walked into a little shop Brody went one way browsing the shelves and I went the other. “Hey, Maxwell! Come here” Brody yelled from across the little boutique. I walked in the direction of his voice and found him standing in front of a cute display of BroMax Farm candles.

“Holy shit! Those are mine!” I said with a smile on my face and excitement in my voice. Every scent we make was displayed on several tiers it was eye catching. Obviously, this was one of Stella’s clients. As we were admiring our own goods, one of the gay partners that owned the place came up to tell us all about the candles made in a little rural town near the coast of North Carolina with scents created from home grown herbs. After listening to his spiel, we introduced ourselves as Brody and Max… AKA owners of BroMax Farm.

“Oh my God, that’s awesome. Your candles are awesome” He shrieked, then called his partner over and introduced us. The two went on about how much they loved our products. God, it felt so good to hear them gush over my candles. I mean, yeah, I got compliments from friends, family, and folks at the market, but it felt good to hear it from these guys for some reason. I felt great as we made our way back to the Inn to check in. The place was incredible, so stoic and our room was elegantly appointed. We had dinner reservations for 7:00, that gave us a few hours to kill.

Brody wrapped around my waist “I could use a shower, wanna join me?” He said with a devilish grin.

“Hell yeah, I do” I said as I pulled my T-shirt over my head and he undid my jeans and dropped them to the floor revealing my nicely-trimmed red bush.

“Damn, you are the sexiest man on earth” he said as he kissed me. The thing about Brody is that he meant every word he said and it made me feel so damn loved. I stripped him as we kissed, he had one hand on my chest and the other holding my growing cock as he pushed me backwards towards the bathroom. Can I throw another ‘damn’ in here for that bathroom? There was a huge walk-in shower, Brody reached in and turned on the water. While we waited for it to warm up, I dropped to my knees so his crotch was right in front of my face and took a whiff of his 2-day musk, it was my aphrodisiac. I couldn’t help it, I took him in my mouth and deep down my hot, wet throat. Brody moaned and threw his head back as he tangled his fingers in my red locks, resting his hands on my head while I eagerly bobbed up and down. My hands massaged his balls as my throat massaged his engorged manhood. After a few minutes, I pulled off him, we stepped into the shower, and kissed passionately under the cascading water. It felt so nice to just be together. Just the two of us. No work. No farm. No candle making. So nice in fact, that we just held each other and kissed under the water. It was such an intimate moment.

We quickly soaped up and rinsed off. After our shower we dried off and laid on the bed side-by-side, face-to-face, just staring into each other’s eyes… smiling. Our staring and smiling morphed into kissing, then passionate love making. Brody rolled his tight little body on top of my muscular frame, there was something about the contrast of the two of us that just turned me the hell on, being topped by a little guy was amazingly hot. His body didn’t quite cover mine and I could comfortably wrap my arms around him, we fit so well together. Brody kissed his way from my lips to my nipples, down my red happy trail, and planted a kiss on the tip of my engorged member as he pushed my legs apart and sat between them on his knees. He grabbed the bottle of lotion that was perfectly placed on the nightstand by a member of the housekeeping staff and squirted some in his hand then rubbed his two hands together. He took one lotion-covered hand and stroked his hard cock a few times to lube it up. Simultaneously, he took the middle finger of his other hand and inserted it my hot, tight, pink hole. Goddammit, it felt amazing and I grunted in appreciation of the attention he was giving me. One finger became two, two became three, and he moved them in and out, twirling them around, opening my hole. I squirmed and pushed my ass against his fingers until he was two knuckles deep. It. Was. A. Fucking. MAZING! With my eyes closed, I started fucking myself on his fingers, reveling in the sensations, and when I opened my eyes, Brody was looking straight into them, my heart started beating even faster. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his hard, pulsing member. He pushed in and breached my tight sphincter with ease then kept going. Inch by inch he moved further into me, halfway in he pulled back until he pulled out completely. He quickly reentered me and again pushed in slowly until he bottomed out in my passage, hitting all the right places along the way. He held himself there for a moment while he whispered, “I love you so much, Maxwell” then kissed me deeply.

When he pulled back, I responded “I love you too, Brody. This last year has been the best of my life.”

“And they’re just gonna get better” he whispered into our kiss. As we kissed, he moved in and out of me, making love to me slowly and passionately. It seemed to last for hours and I loved every damn push and pull. After a while Brody started moving in and out of me faster and thrusting harder, I was grunting, groaning, and begging for more… Brody didn’t disappoint; he never did. He pumped in and out of me driving me into a frenzy.

He was hitting all the right spots over and over again. “Holy shit, I’m cumming” I panted. I wasn’t even touching myself, hell Brody barely even touched me but I was about to shoot anyway. In response to my words, he picked up his pace and kissed me even more passionately than before… I shot, and I shot hard. My hot cum spurting between our pounding sweaty bodies.

“That’s it, Maxwell. Shoot it for me” He said and kept pumping until he exploded in my ass. His hot jizz flooded my insides and it felt awesome, I loved the feeling of him in me.

We never made it to dinner that night. We stayed at the Inn, ordered room service, and made love several times until we fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Happy anniversary to us!

 

To be continued…