Simply Red

Brody’s Perspective

I didn’t expect to be so overwhelmed by our combined bachelor party, but it was… well heartwarming. Yeah, a bunch of guys on a bus, gay and straight, going to gay bars, some of the guys stripping along the way, watching drag, and doing shots together was heartwarming. These guys came from all over the country just to celebrate us. My brother Dylan surprised me, here was this straight, burly ladies-man hanging on a bus full of queers going gay bar to gay bar just to make me n’ Max happy. He and Seth planned this whole thing together and I found out later that he personally went to every stop in advance and set things up for us.

My entire life he had been my biggest supporter, all he ever wanted was for me to move back home and settle down near him. I have to admit I was glad I did, I was very happy there, especially since Maxwell arrived. I loved the life we were building together surrounded by my family and making new friends… I was even starting to socialize more and it didn’t really bug me that much lately. As I sat there on the loud bus on the way to our next destination, the center of attention in the midst of chaos… everything I hated…  I realized how gotdamn happy Max made me. As I was thinkin’ he walked up the aisle, gave me a peck on the cheek then sat next to me “You good with all this?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m actually lovin’ it” I said surprising myself. “Damn, Maxwell. All these people are here just for us. They did all this just for us. That’s pretty damn cool” I said smiling at him. He ran his fingers through my curly hair and kissed me, we started kissing passionately, right there in the middle of the damn bus. Me! I hated PDA, but there the hell I was. The other guys took notice and started whoopin’ and hollerin’. I got so lost in Max that I wasn’t paying attention to what was going on in the bus, it wasn’t us they were whoopin’ at. When I looked forward, I saw Kye completely nekkid. Kye was a guy that Maxwell and the guys had worked with for a couple of summers, I didn’t know him. In fact, I met him for the first time earlier that night when we got on the bus, but I’d heard stories and didn’t much trust the guy. He had a rep as a horn dawg and kind of a predator. Like I said, he was nekkid and dirty dancin’ up against Tommy, our new friend. Tommy was innocent and from what I’d heard that was just Kye’s type. Shit, I was hopin’ there wouldn’t be much drama, but this Kye guy seemed bound and determine to sex things up. He was making the straight guys, and a bunch of the others uncomfortable. Luckily the airbrakes on the bus hissed as we pulled into our next destination. 

“Hey ya’ll, get off the bus and bring yer dancin’ shoes” Dylan said over the speaker system. We stopped at the only gay dance club in the area. Well, mostly gay but they got a mixed crowd. Dylan and I used to go there when we were younger and I’d come home from college on breaks. He could scam on the local chicks (and tourists) and I could take in the sights of the hot guys… I pretty much just looked because I was too gotdarn shy to make a move.

Max and me just breezed past the bouncer who was taking the cover charge at the door, Dylan had already handled everything. When we got in, Seth put fresh big Fruity drinks in our hands, those things were going down way to easy… damn I was doing my best to pace myself. We had a lot of work to do the next day to get ready for the wedding. Before I even took my first step, I could see Kye on the dancefloor shirtless sandwiched between two hot, shirtless muscle studs. They both had their faces buried in his neck lickin’, kissin’, and probably sniffing him as they were grindin’ their obvious hardons into him. For the most part our bachelor party was good clean fun with just a little bit of nasty so far, but Kye was out to make it down and dirty. I scanned the rest of the dance floor and saw Tommy out there with Darius grinding into each other. I had just met Darius that night too, he was another one of Max’s former coworkers from the Pride Crew. He seemed like a good guy, a hot, gentle giant, Max had told me good things about him. He also told me that he messed around with the guy and he was hung like a freaking bear. Yeah, Max had a pretty… um… ‘colorful’ sexual past, but I didn’t care. He got it all out of his system before we met.

Scanning the dancefloor some more I saw Seth and Zach dancing together with Cam & Elliot, and Eric & Hunter right next to them. Damn, Hunter was incredibly hot! Teddy was with them too and already drunk as fuck. Randy and Kevin were dirty Dancin’ together. They had been together for like seven or eight years or somethin’ like that and were still hot for each other. Scotty and Brad were doin’ the same right next to them. They were together like six or seven years maybe and still hot for each other too… shit I was just realizin’ that all our friends were hot as fuck. The straight guys all found women to dance with, except Brian. Brian had a longtime girlfriend he loved and was happy just to dance by himself in the group… he had a goofy grin on his drunk face as he fumbled around the dance floor. I scanned the room again looking for Dylan, I found him in the corner making out with some chick. Gotdammit, just when I thought he was settlin’ down with Gina… oh wait, my bad… IT WAS GINA! Dylan must’ve texted her and told her to meet us. I had a feeling we’d be seein’ her a few more times that night. These guys were her friends and it was killing her to not be with us all, it was nice of Dylan to try to include here where he could. He was a thoughtful guy.

Max grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me onto the dancefloor, shit fire I hated to dance. It just wasn’t my thing, but I had spent two weeks psyching myself up for this weekend and I was ready to go with the flow. The music was thumping, the lights were flashing, and the dancefloor vibrating as I just let myself go! All our friends started to surround us and cheer as they took turns dancing with us. It was hot as hell up in there and my buzz was slipping away as I sweated out all the booze from the fruity drinks. I took off my shirt, wiped my forehead with it, then tucked it in my waistband and amped up my moves. I was surprisingly having a great time. Maxwell was already shirtless and wrapped his muscular arms around me as our sweaty bodies writhed to the beat. The feel of his sweat-soaked chest against my torso and chin were amazing, he smelled sweaty, musky, and manly as fuck. Maxwell was the center of every sexual fantasy I ever had, seriously! An innocent looking ginger with a muscular, studly body and a bushy beard who loved me and knew every inch of me… how the hell could I think of anything hotter than that? 

Well, I may have been lost in the hotness of my fiancé, but that didn’t stop Zach from playfully grindin’ up on me from behind as Seth came up on Maxwell and did the same. They had the two of us sandwiched between us in a hot, dirty, sexual grind. I mean, I loved Maxwell and all but I weren’t dead, and Zach’s hot body grindin’ into mine felt damn good. I took my lust out on Max as I ground my crotch into his and we looked lustfully into each other’s eyes… this wasn’t like me at all but I was lovin’ the smile it put on Max’s face as the four of us ground up into each other on the dancefloor until the beat stopped, then we went to the bar and grabbed another drink. It was loud but the four of us were talking over the music, they offered to come over to the house the next day and help us set up for the wedding, that would give us a chance to catch up with them, so we took them up on their offer.

 We spent some more time on the dancefloor with all our friends, gotdammit I aint never been grinded on so much in my life! All our friends were pushing into us, it was all in fun, but I’d be lyin’ if I said it wasn’t hot as hell. The whole night was this weird combination of good clean fun with friends and over-the-top sexual tension. When I first met all these guys I lusted after ‘em, but then I settled in with Maxwell (I caught the best one) and the rest became true friends. But having them all here, shirtless, horned-up and wallowing all up on us was damn hot.

 It was about midnight when Brody and Seth started herding us all back onto the bus to head to the beach house for the rest of the night. When we boarded, Randy and Kev already sitting in the back with their heads on each other’s shoulders taking a disco nap, A few rows away, Scotty and Brad were doing the same. Both couples had left their kids with their parents for the weekend and were on their own for the first time in a while. They were great sports, but exhausted as hell and it was obvious that they weren’t used to partying all night anymore. The four of them perked up as the bus filled with chaos again. When the door shut and we pulled away I noticed there were some new faces on the bus. Kye had a couple of muscle boys with him. Some of our friends rented both halves of a side-by-side house on the beach and we were headed there to finish out the night. Our friends from College had one half of the house and had an extra room for us, and the Westin/Nicholls clan had the other half. Kye and Darius both had rooms at a hotel that was just down the beach from the house. The others had all met the bus at the beach house and left their cars there. Seth told us that there was enough room at the house if anyone needed to crash. He and Dylan had organized this thing pretty damn well.

The ride to the beach house was different than the rest of our junket. In the back some of the guys were just taking it easy, tired from drinkin’ and dancing. Teddy was just passed out drunk. But in the front of the bus the party was goin’ strong. All our friends were yelling and laughin’, most of ‘em were still drinking. Kye was in the middle of the bus sitting on the lap of a muscle stud and makin’ out with him and the guy in the next seat. We were up front with the rest of our friends, including all the straight guys, still goin’ strong. I was sandwiched between Maxwell and Dylan, each with an arm draped around me… both laughin’ and talkin’ with the rest of the guys. I had to admit, as crazy as this night was, and as much as I was out of my comfort zone I was having an awesome time so far. I looked over at my brother and smiled, he gave me a drunken smile back then tussled my hair and said, “yer such a cute lil’ guy, Brodes.”

I just laughed and said, “Thank you for doing all this, Dylan.”

“You know I’d do anything for my baby brothers” He said reaching around me pulling Max into a hug squashing me in the middle of the two. “Red, you aint never gone a find a better man n’ this guy right here.” He said in a drunken but sincere voice. “You’re smart as fuck for marrying him.”

“Damn right I am” Max said.

“Well, I aint doin’ too bad myself” I said leaning over and kissing Maxwell. Dylan agreed. Right about then the airbrakes on the bus hissed again as we pulled up in front of the side-by-side beach house. It was in a remote area of the beach and every light in the house was on. I loved the beach durin’ off season. There weren’t a lot of people around, there was a little chill in the air, and the roar of the ocean was strong and comforting as ever. Everyone filed out of the party bus as Zach and Seth ran up to the house to opened everything up, and Dylan & Bubba headed straight down to the beach. By the time me n’ Max made our way up to the house, the music was flowing and the party had already started. Both units opened onto a huge, shared deck that overlooked the beach and ocean and that’s where we moved the party to. Zach blared the song “Cake By The Ocean” over the speaker and everybody sang as Seth carried out a giant penis-shaped cake for us. We cut it together on the deck as Dylan and Bubba got a bonfire going on the beach. It was amazing! Burning wasn’t really allowed on the beaches, but this beach was fairly private, plus Dylan and Bubba had lived here their entire lives and somebody knew somebody with the city and the guys pulled some strings to get permission. After the cake, we all grabbed our drinks and headed down to sit by the fire. Some guys brought chairs down from the house, some had blankets or towels, others were standing, but me n’ Max found the perfect spot and sat our jean-covered asses right on the cold sand near the fire. We sat there as everyone milled around us making an effort to come over and talk to us, then going back to doing whatever they were doing. This was a nice way to end the night, it was as relaxing as hell and we could talk to all our friends.

As the night went on, I had a little epiphany moment as I sat there with Max’s arm around me with the warmth of the fire on our faces, the moonlight shining on his red hair and the combined smell of the bonfire and the ocean in my nostrils. I looked over at Max and a little bit of panic hit me as I realized… I had freaking everything I ever wanted! I was about to marry my best friend, we were surrounded by people who loved us, we had the full support of our families, hell we even had a beautiful home with no freaking mortgage. We were set for life and I did NOT want to fuck this up! As a quiet gay guy in the south with social anxiety, I just always assumed I’d end up alone, but I couldn’t have been more wrong… I was anything but alone. Max looked over at me “What are you thinking?” He asked as he ran his fingers through my out of control curls.

I sighed, then said, “Just about how fucking lucky I am.” I kissed him lightly, and in his buzzed state he kissed me back hard. I mean hard… dirty hard. Then he subtly grabbed my cock through jeans and started feeling me up. “Maxwell, stop dude. There are a bunch of people around.”

“Look around” he said. The party had started to fizzle out. I looked up at the beach house and noticed that the Westin/Nicholls side of the house was dark; the older guys had called it a night. Dylan and the straight boys were down by the water skipping rocks, laughing, horsing around, and just bein’ straight guys. It looked like a couple of them were even wrestling. I looked over towards the dunes and saw the silhouette of three guys making out together, I think it was Kye and the muscle guys. There was another twosome going at it about fifty feet from them, one of them was definitely Darius’ huge frame, I assumed the other one was Tommy. On the other side of the fire Zach and Seth were talking intimately, giggling a bit, looking into each other’s eyes and kissing tenderly like lovers. And up on the deck of the house it looked like Hunter, Eric, Elliot, and Cam were getting intimate. Sex was definitely in the air. Max kept moving forward with his assault on me and it was gotdamn excitin’. I never did anything out in the open and in front of folks like that before. I mean, it was dark and nobody was really paying attention to us, but still… day-um!

 “Maxwell, this is a little… I dunno… slutty?” I said making him laugh.

“It’s our last night as single men, how about we get into a little somethin’-somethin’” Max said with that devilish smile that just turned me the hell on! He kissed me hard again and went back to groping my now hard cock.

We were really getting into each other when Seth yelled over the bonfire “Hey horny boys, we’re heading to our room, you want us to show you to yours?” We chuckled and got up just as the straight boys were making their way over to the bonfire. We brushed the sand off our asses and said our goodnights as the other guys settled in around the fire to keep the party rolling. Then we followed Seth and Zach across the beach towarss the house.

We passed threesome and Tommy and Darius (yup, it was Tommy), ho-lee-fuck! They were all goin’ at it. Kye was ridin’ one of the muscle studs reverse-cowboy style while the other stud stood in front of him feeding him his cock. It was dark, but I could see all the action. I looked in the other direction and saw Tommy buck nekkid, on all fours in the sand getting fucked by Darius. Max told me that Darius was huge, but I couldn’t make out his cock as he pounded in and out of Tommy’s ass, but the animalistic sounds Tommy was makin’ told a pretty big story. The four of us took in all the action as we made our way up the steps to the deck. We made our way to the top to find Cam, Elliot, Hunter, and Eric in a hot four-way make out session. The four of them were in a gotdamn lust-driven frensy with their lips movin’ from person to person making out and switchin’ it up, I couldn’t keep track of who was kissing who. I also noticed that there were four sets of hands grabbin’ and gropin’ anything and everything.

 The four of us journeyed the lust-filled path to the house and made it inside. The place was beautiful and eerily quiet… all the noise seemed to be comin’ from outside (well, specifically from Tommy). As soon as the door shut behind us Zach broke into uproarious laughter “holy fuck you guys! Did you see that?! They’re all goin’ at it!!!”

“And the straight boys were all totally clueless” Laughed Seth. Zach went to the other side of the kitchen counter and poured us each another drink as the rest of us sat down in the barstools. “So,” Seth said, “Did you guys have fun tonight.” 

“Oh my god, YES!” Max gushed. “I can’t believe you and Dylan did all this just for us. I’m in awe.”

“That was so thoughtful of y’all to include our families and more… um reserved friends.” I added.

“That was all Dylan’s idea. He’s such a great guy, and a freaking blast to hang with” Zach said.

“Speaking of Dylan…” Seth said with his eyebrows raised “so, him and Gina?”

Max raised his hand and said with a smirk, “I did that!” He was damn proud of his matchmaking success.

“So, is it serious?” Seth asked. Max nodded and proudly gave him all the details. The two sat there dishing while Zach and I listened in, I added a few details here and there. After we finished our drinks, the guys showed us to our room. As soon as the door shut, Maxwell came over to me and stripped me nekkid, I did the same to him. Once we were in our birthday suits, he pushed me onto the bed and we made out like a coupla’ teenagers in the back of their daddy’s car. The whole night had been sexually charged and I was hornt up and ready for takeoff.  Maxwell didn’t waste any time going down on my ramrod. His mouth always felt so damn perfect, he knew how to work me up and bring me to the edge, then cut me off and leave me wanting more. Sex is so amazing when you were with someone who knows you more intimately than you know yourself… that’s what Max and I had. I loved every second of the tongue lashing he was giving me, but wanted his cock badly so I rolled us over, flipped around, took his cock down my throat, and pushed my ass down onto his face.

 Max’s tongue was exploring me deep, I’m sure I was ripe from all the dancing but my scent always seemed to turn him on even more. He had a hand on each of my butt cheeks and was pulling them apart as he shoved his long, wet tongue deeper into me. Oh, my lord it felt so damn good. I was so horned up from everything I saw that night and ready to explode, Max’s tongue deep in my hole and his perfect, hard cock deep down my throat was more than I could take. Max pushed my ass up a little form his face and growled “I’m gonna fuck you tonight.” I was a total bottom, but Maxwell was always tryin’. 

“No, you aint” I said with a sneer. This wasn’t the first time this came up… believe me! He was always pokin’ around down there tellin’ me he was gonna fuck me. He was versatile but had become the bottom in our relationship because I refused to give it up. I had never bottomed before… however, I did plan on giving it up on our wedding night. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that sounds kinda cheesy, but it was something special I could share with Maxwell on our big day. In my head that was a way to officially share everything with him, but I didn’t want him to know it was coming. He just chuckled at my answer (he knew I’d say no) and went back to eating my hole like a pro. After another good ten minutes of ass munchin’ he took my cock in his mouth and started face fucking me hard at the same time. The bed was squeakin’ as we pumped in and out of each other’s faces taking out our sexual frustration from the night on each other. As we did, I could hear Zach and Seth going at it in the next room. I lived above those two for two years and was extremely familiar with their sex noises.

I pulled off Max’s cock “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum, keep going Max, make me cum, take that fuckin’ load. Gotdamn! Fuck” I growled in a breathy tone as I continued to fuck his face. I took his cock back in my mouth and all the way down my throat, he pushed up and fucked my face as hard as I fucked his, both just seconds away from climax. Fuck, I love that moment… when you’re right there, ready to explode, and your partner knows exactly what to do to push you over the edge. At the perfect moment, Max pulled on my balls with one hand and shoved a finger from his other into my wet hole. BAM! That was it. I shot what felt like gallons hard and deep into his throat. He moaned around my cock as it was shooting, then fed me his thick, salty/sweet load almost simultaniously. Max kept face fucking me, while I just lodged my dick as deep down his throat as I could and held it there as he massaged me with his throat muscles and milked every damn drop out of me.

 I rolled off him and flipped around so my head was on the pillow and we were face to face. I kissed him, we could hear Zach and Seth finishing their fuck… Zach was obviously on top. I remembered those noises well. We both snickered a little as we basked in the afterglow and listened to the familiar noises of our best friends and former housemates sharing an intimate moment like old times. “You were a great sport putting up with all this shit tonight” Max said as he looked into my eyes. “I know you hate crowds and being the center of attention.”

I smiled back; I really did have a great time. “Tonight was different. It was all people I like… hell it was the people I love most” I said with a chuckle. “And they came from all over the damn country just for us.” I felt honored and special that they all thought we were important enough to put their lives on hold and spend a fortune in money and time to come celebrate with.

Max said as he stroked my curly hair. “The whole night was awesome; it was obviously a collaboration of Dylan and Seth. All these people went all out just for us.” He kissed me on the lips, turned his back to me, and I spooned my sweet muscular ginger until we fell asleep with my soft member nestled in his ass crack. The perfect end to the perfect bachelor party. 

We woke up at 7AM to somebody pounding on the door, we only got a few hours’ sleep. “C’mon boys, breakfast is ready on the deck. Get up, let’s get rolling, we go work to do!” Seth’s voice boomed through the door before the knob turned and he and Seth ran in and jumped on either side of the bed… thank god we were under the covers. Zach planted a giant, wet, over-the-top kiss on my cheek, and Seth did the same to Max. “Let’s eat, then we’ll take you back to your place and help you get everything ready. Then Seth blurted “I can’t fucking believe you bitches beat us to the altar!” Seth and Zach had been together about a year and a half longer than us and were getting married the following summer. Me and Maxwell laughed.

 “Get out of here!” Max said half joking and half serious. “We’ll be right out.” The two guys snickered and left so we could get dressed in our smoke-covered clothes from the night before. When we got to the deck about half the guys were already out there eating breakfast… it was mostly the Westin/Nicholls clan. Randy shoved a plate of breakfast in front of each of us, then poured us each a cup of coffee. I was looking onto the beach at the remnants of the bonfire and noticed some indentations in the sand where our friends were going at it.

“So, did you guys have fun?” Kev asked from across the table. 

“Hell, yeah, I did!” I said without even thinking making them all laugh. “I can’t believe y’all did all that just for us.” Then we all started talking excitedly, recapping the nights events.

As we were reminiscing and sharing stories about our fun, heartwarmingly raunchy night together, Dylan walked out of the other side of the house. “Hey y’all, thanks for lettin’ me crash.” Then he took a seat amongst the Westin clan and Randy got him a plate.

“Did you leave Roscoe alone last night?” Max asked him.

“Nah, he’s at Gina’s” He replied. “I kinda figured I might crash somewhere.” Then he added his tales to the conversation. It was really interesting hearing the straight boy perspective from him, Eli, and Brian. The rest of our college friends were all still passed out. By 8:00AM we were in Grammaw’s old car and heading out to the house with Seth and Zach. I inherited my Grammaw’s car with the house, an old Buick Century, ugly as sin but like brand new. I sold it to Seth a few years ago and used the money to buy Old Blue. Grammaw’s old car was Seth’s pride and joy… they drove it all the way down from St. Louis. When we got to the house I jumped in the shower while Max made coffee and gave the guys the tour. By the time I was out of the shower and in my towel, the tour had made it to the master bath. I went into the bedroom and got dressed, then took over the tour so Max could shower. I walked the guys around the land showing off the gardens and the barn with my studio up in the loft. They seemed impressed.

 By the time we finished the tour Max was dressed and ready to go, and there was a truck pulling up the driveway with the tent, chairs, tables, and other rented items for our big day. Three guys got out of the truck and went to work putting the tent up in the area we had cleared. The rest of us unloaded the other items and put them to the side until the tent was ready. For the next several hours we worked on transforming our yard into an amazing wedding venue. Setting up rows of chairs and stringing white lights, the next day all we had to add was some ribbon and flowers and it would be finished. Max’s parents showed up early afternoon to help, thank god for them, Zach, and Seth… it was a lot more work than we figured it would be and we woulda’ been up all night doin’ it alone. Dylan’s pick-up pulled up around 6PM and his dawg Roscoe came runnin’ out to greet everyone. By that time most of the work was done and the place looked amazing. “Okay boys, shut it down for the night” Dylan said as he looked around and complimented us on all our hard work. It was dinner time. That night we all ate at our local haunt, Max’s family, my family, Seth, and Zach, and of course Gina. The rest of our friends had spent the day on the cold beach or exploring downtown Wilmington as we prepared for our big day.

I sat at the huge table looking around and taking it all in. Max’s hand grabbed mine under the table. Gotdammit life was perfect.

To be continued…