Simply Red

Brody’s Perspective

There I was, on my back after the most amazing day of my gotdamn life with Maxwell hoverin’ above me lining his hot, hard cock up with my tight, clean, virgin hole. Max had been beggin’ to fuck me since we first started sleeping together almost three years before but I refused. I was a total top. But tonight, was special. It was our wedding night and I planned to let him in. It was the one thing I had to give him that no one else in the world had.

“Are you ready?” He asked as he loosened me up with his lubed finger and got his cock ready for entry. 

I spoke the words, “Yeah, I’m ready, Maxwell” as he stared into my eyes and leaned in for a kiss, but I wasn’t sure I was truly ready. I had cleaned myself out and tried to mentally prepare, but I guess I had no clue what I was preparing for… I didn’t know what to expect.

 He pulled back, broke into a smirk, and said “thank you for the best day of my life” then leaned into kiss me again as he pushed. “Push out” he whispered.

“Push out like I’m, you know… on the toilet?” I said making him snicker.

 “Yeah, exactly like that” he said laughing at my comparison. Then he pushed in and I pushed out. Day-um! ‘Ow, ow, ow,’ I thought to myself as his dick slipped into my virgin hole. It felt like he was ripping me open and it burned like the flames of hell. It hurt like crazy, but it was Maxwell… he was worth the pain. He held it there for a while to let me get used to it, the pain had to be obvious on my face and in my eyes.

“You want me to pull out?” He asked me with his eyes locked to mine.

I put my hands on his perfect muscle butt and held him there, “no, don’t pull out. Just go slow” I begged as I winced through the pain. He stayed there for a little bit, then slowly pushed in, maybe another half inch before he stopped again. He did that over and over and his eyes never left mine. Our sex life had been kinda’ odd, I guess. I mean the little guy is usually the bottom, right? Not with us. Maxwell was a few inches taller, more solid, and way more muscular than me but he had always been the bottom in our relationship; not that he didn’t try topping me on a regular basis. Now I was givin’ it up for him. The further in he pushed, the better it felt. Once he got all the way in and I felt his red bush ticklin’ my ex-virgin ass he stopped again. He slowly pulled out, then slowly pushed in and Day-um, it started feelin’ a-freakin-mazing. Max smiled as he saw the pain on my face turn into pleasure… more pleasure than I had ever felt before. He kept moving slowly in and out of me. 

He leaned in, put his arms around my neck, and held me tight, pullin’ my chest to his as he kept his ass in the air and continued to pump slowly in and out of me. My arms were wrapped around his back and his face was nestled in my neck as he whispered, “Can I go a little faster?”

 I was lost in lust “Do whatever you want, take my fuckin’ ass. It’s yers!” Who the fuck said that? It sure as hell wasn’t me… except that it was. I was totally caught up in the new sensations and how he was making me feel. I had saved myself for almost twenty seven years because I was afraid it would hurt like hell… and it did at first. But now it felt so gotdamn good that I couldn’t get enough. I was beggin’ Maxwell to fuck me and fuck me hard! Every stroke in and out of my ass was a new sensation more freakin’ awesome than the last.

I squeezed my ass muscles involuntarily around Maxwells long, thick cock and he moaned into my ear, “Oh fuck Brody, do that again.” I had to think about what I did because it just happened naturally, so I did the exact opposite of push and he moaned again. He started pumpin’ in and out of me faster and harder as I begged him for more. “Damn Brody, your ass is so fucking tight” he said as his strokes got harder and deeper.

Without thinkin’ I grunted out, “Well it damn well should be, There’s never been more than a finger or tongue up there before.” Max laughed as he fucked me harder and harder. I was lost in the pure freakin’ pleasure of it all. “I… I think I’m gonna’ cum” I said in total disbelief. I mean hell, I wasn’t even touchin’ my cock, my hands were two busy grabbin’ max’s ass and pullin him deeper into me.

“Shoot it baby, shoot it,” Max encouraged. I’m close too, can I cum in your ass? Please!” Max begged.

“Yeah, fuckin’ breed me. I want your load in me” I was usually a quiet guy, but I was almost screamin’ at that moment. I felt outta’ control as my balls hiked up tight against my body and my load shot out. I writhed, gyrated, ass grabbed, and begged for more. It was the most intense fuckin’ orgasm of my entire life.

 “I’m cumming” Max said as he put more power and speed behind his thrusts. He plunged in and out of me harder and faster. “ARGH” HE grunted loudly, “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” he wailed as he shot deep inside my guts. He kept pumping for several strokes and then collapsed on my cum and sweat covered little body. This big, muscular ginger was sweaty and worn out from his attack on my virgin ass. I was about fifty pounds lighter than him and his solid frame was smotherin’ me, so I rolled us over so I was on top. I was breathin’ heavy tryin’ to catch my breath. I finally rolled off him and his softening cock fell outta’ me. 

I lay next to him face to face. He touched my cheek and said sincerely “I hope your first time was good.”

“Fuuuuuuuck” I exhaled. “Why the hell did I fight it for so long?” Then I pushed my mouth against his and started to devour him. “That was best dang sex of me entire life.”

Max’s smile lit up the dark room. “Thanks for saving it for me” he said sweetly. “Let’s take a shower.” We both got out of the warm, luxurious bed, I had cum dripping down my chest and down my leg as we moved to the bathroom to clean up. There was a separate Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom, Max turned on the water and started to fill it before we jumped in the shower to rinse off. We kissed and fondled under the warm, cascading water as we rinsed the sex off us. We were baskin’ in the afterglow of our love makin’… aw who the hell am I kiddin’? That wasn’t love makin’, it was hardcore fuckin’ and I loved it! We spent the day expressing our love for each other, and the night having wild sex. It was the perfect combination. Max got out of the shower first, dried off, then went buck nekkid into the other room to grab a bottle of champagne, a couple of champagne flutes, and a couple of candles from the bedroom. He came back into the bathroom, shut off the lights and set the champagne bottle and flutes next to the tub. We lowered our bodies into the hot water, flipped on the jets, and sat across from each other. We sipped our champagne and let the hot water and bubbles whisk the stress of our wedding day away. Max massaged my crotch with his foot and I did the same to him as we talked about the best parts of our wedding. His big, warm balls squished between my toes as we looked into each other’s eyes and talked. I gotta’ admit, in the three years we’d been together, I probably said more to Max than I had to any other human being in my entire life.

 “It seriously could not have been more perfect” Max said. “Patty couldn’t even ruin it” he added, makin’ me laugh. But he was right that woman could ruin anything, but not this. Our relationship was too strong and we were too much in love to let even that bat shit crazy bitch get in the way. We talked while we finished our champagne, then dried each other off, went to bed, and fell asleep with Max’s big body spooning my tiny frame… it was usually the other way around but tonight he was the big spoon.

The next morning, we woke up about 8:30AM. We promised Dylan and Gina we’d be home by 10:00 to clean up. We ordered room service and ate breakfast in our robes out on the balcony again. It was chilly, but the ocean was so beautiful, it was the perfect way to wake up. Max talked about our gift opening event at the house later that day, and how sad he was for everyone to leave. “This weekend was so fucking awesome, Brody. I just don’t want it to end” Max said with a sad look on his handsome face. He had done a great job of adjusting to the solitary country life, but I know he missed being surrounded by his friends.

“We still got today with everybody. More time with friends and more surprises” I said raising my eyebrows.

Max looked at me quizzically and asked, “What kind of surprises?”

 “Well, if I told ya’ they wouldn’t be surprises, now would they dumbass?” I said snickering. Surprisingly, Max let it drop and didn’t push it any further. Typically, he’d hound me like a huntin’ dawg hot on the trail of a pheasant until I told him, but today he dropped it. I think he was just happy that it wasn’t over yet and there were still more surprises ahead. We finished breakfast, got dressed, packed our stuff, and I went to the front desk to settle the bill. The desk clerk told me everything had been paid. I argued with the guy and he pulled up the invoice, it was paid my Max’s Grandparents… what a nice gesture and a great surprise. As soon as I told Max about it, he texted them a big thank you. I got into the Jeep and he got into the Camaro and followed me home, it was juat a little after 9:30AM, we were right on schedule.

 When I drove up the long driveway, I saw several cars. Dylan’s truck, Grammaw’s old Buick (Seth’s ride), BA’s Chrysler, and a couple of rentals that I didn’t recognize. I let Max pass me so he could park his car in the garage and I parked behind him. We walked into the house together to find Kev, Max’s mom and grandmother, and BA in the kitchen making a huge breakfast and looking through all the leftovers. “There’s the happy couple! How’d y’all… um sleep boys?” BA asked with a laugh.

 “We slept awesome” Max said, then walked up to his Grandmother and whispered in her ear “Thank you and Grandfather for paying for the room, you didn’t have to do that.”

“If we had to, we probably we wouldn’t have” she said with a smirk. “But we wanted to. Congratulations, honey” then she kissed him.

“Where’s everybody else?” I asked. 

“Dylan pulled ‘em all out into the barn to clean up a while ago” said BA as she dipped a finger into a bowl and put it in her mouth for a taste. Max stayed in the kitchen to help while I walked out back to see what was going on. My brother, Gina, our dads, Max’s grandfather, all our college friends, and the Nicholl’s boys were out there working with Dylan leading the charge. The tables and chairs were stacked neatly outside the barn ready to be picked up. The bocce balls and cornhole boards were packed up and ready to be stored. All the lights were down, neatly bundled and packed into storage crates. Several of the guys were sweeping out the barn while Gina and Cam followed behind them with hoses spraying everything down. Roscoe was runnin’ around chasing the water from the hose like it was his mortal enemy, and I looked up to see Witchy in the rafters just takin it all in. 

“Well, there’s Mr. Marriage. How was yer honeymoon?” Dylan asked.

 “Awesome!” I replied. “But what’s all this?” I asked.

 “Me n’ Gina rallied everyone to come early and get this place cleaned up so y’all could just spend the rest of the day with yer friends. We’re pretty much done” Dylan replied.

 “Wow, this is awesome you guys” I said in thanks. “I didn’t expect this.” Then I took Dylan aside and asked quietly, “You ready to go?” I needed him to come with me to run a quick errand. He knew the details. He nodded, then went over to Gina and told her to watch Roscoe and keep Max distracted while we were gone. She ran into the house with Roscoe close behind while the others finished up their work.

 “Hey Hunter, let’s go” Dylan yelled. ‘Hunter? Why’s he bringin’ Hunter?’ I thought. Dylan saw the look on my face and said “I thought it’d be good to have him check everything out for us.” That made sense, so I dropped the subject. While everyone was distracted, we got into Dylan’s pick-up and took off down the gravel driveway and turned onto the back roads. We drove for several miles and then pulled into the long private drive that led to the Mackey’s farm where Roscoe was born. Roscoe’s mom had another litter and I picked out a puppy for Max as a wedding gift. He wanted a dog so bad; he also wanted a goat, chickens, and bees. This was the first step. Damn… he WAS goin’ country, wasn’t he?

 Dylan pulled up to the old barn and was greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Mackey, they were friends of Grammaw’s and we had known them since we were little kids. They were so happy to see us and gave me a big congratulatory hug. “Brody, we’re so glad you moved back to the area,” said Mr. Mackey. “We drive by your Grammaw’s old place all the time, it looks great.” Like I said, we’ve known them forever, but weren’t really that close. I guess I probably shoulda’ invited ‘em to the weddin’, but seriously… my family had lived in these parts forever, if I invited every family acquaintance, we woulda’ had a thousand freaking people there. 

“Come meet your new additions,” Said Mrs. Mackey. The ‘s’ at the end of ‘addition’ didn’t go unnoticed by me. I was there to pick-up one puppy. I looked at Dylan and he just smirked at me. We walked into the barn and there were four little puppies running around while their tired, old momma lay on an old, comfy blanket half asleep. There were six puppies in the litter and ours was the third to leave the farm and go to his new home. I picked him out of the group instantly, his mother was a boxer but that was all he had in common with Roscoe. His coloring was brindle and the rest of his DNA was a mystery… he was just a mutt but cute as hell! I knew Max would love him. Hunter picked up the yet unnamed puppy and looked him over checking his teeth and ears. He had a bag with him and pulled out a stethoscope to listen to his heart and lungs, then gave him a couple of vaccines. Dylan called him ahead of time and told him the plan, I guess… I thought that was odd because they just met the other night at the bachelor party, but I forgot all about it when he handed me that cute as hell puppy. I held him and nuzzled him while he licked every inch of my face.

 “Well,” said Mr. Mackey. “Let’s go meet your other new family member. I got the trailer all set up for ya’ Dylan, just drop ‘er off when you’re done with it. ‘What the fuck is he talkin’ about?’ I thought to myself. Dylan looked at me and winked with a mischievous grin, the kind he used to give me when we were kids right before he did something to get us grounded. We followed Mr. Mackey to the newer barn out back, when we walked into the big, red structure he said, “This is Jimmy” as he walked up to the cutest damn baby goat I’d ever seen. He was gray and white with a bowtie shaped black spot on his forehead. The bottoms of his legs were all black and looked like boots.

 “Yup, Jimmy the Goat. Named after Jimmy Johnson the GOAT (Greatest Of All Time) of NASCAR.” Dylan said. “Congratulations on your nuptials little brother.” Hunter walked up to the goat, pulled out his bag and started to examine him while he and Mr. Mackey discussed what shots he had, etc.

 “You got us a damn goat for our weddin’?!” I said loudly, but all I could think was ‘Maxwell is gonna love the crap outta’ him.’

 “You n’ Red are always talkin about it, so me n’ Gina found Jimmy for ya” he said. Then added, “You’re welcome” with a smirk. Hunter looked him over for a while as we watched and played with the puppy. Gotdammit these two were cute as hell together. After Hunter finished his exam, we loaded Jimmy into the borrowed trailer. As we all got into the truck with the puppy, I noticed that Dylan had the bed of his truck filled with hay and grain-based creep feed. Mr. Mackey had told him what to get, then gave me a quick lesson on care and maintenance, he gave me his number and told me to call him anytime with questions. On the way home, Hunter gave me a tutorial on raising a goat, and tips on puppy training. He also told us what to do to ween them from their moms and help them settle into their new home, I was happy to have him with us. He and Dylan had never met before the bachelor party, but Dylan had told Seth about the goat so he introduced the two of them via phone and Hunter came prepared to check both animals out for us. With our new family members secured, we headed down the back roads towards their new home.

 We pulled into our drive and pulled the truck around to the north side of the barn and out of the view of the house so we could unload the baby boys into the barn. There were two stalls in the barn and a fence around an acre of the property, it needed some help but Dylan told me he checked it out during the week and patched the few holes so that Jimmy couldn’t get out and he’d help me fix it permanently later. We got everyone settled in the barn and then went into the house for the gift opening.

 “Where the hell did you guys go?” Max asked when I walked in. “Gina said you and Dylan were showing Hunter the property, but Dylan’s truck was gone.”

I just smiled at him and said, “I told you there would be some surprises, don’t ruin it for yourself, just roll with it okay.” He smiled at me and I gave him a kiss, then we went into the living room to open gifts. The kitchen counters were covered with leftovers from the wedding. “You know, I didn’t eat a damn thing yesterday” I said to Max.

 “Neither did I. all I ate all day was breakfast at the hotel” he added.

 “Me too” I said piling my plate high as hell then heading to the living room to open gifts. There was a pile of them. People had been sending stuff for the last couple of weeks. We didn’t register for anything because it was such a small wedding, but The Nicholls/Westin Clan all pitched in an bought us an amazing set of dishes, enough settings for twelve and cutlery to match. Our college friends pitched in and got us an amazing set of copper cookware. We had stuff, but it was all from Grammaw and old. This stuff was new, and it was ours… specifically picked out for us, not hand me downs. There were a lot of personal gifts from other friends and family. Both sets of parents, and Max’s grandparents gave us big ass checks to put away for a rainy day. The truth was that the house was paid off and we both had steady incomes. We had a great start.

 When the gifts were all opened, Dylan and Hunter snuck out to the barn to get the puppy. Hunter, Roscoe, and Jimmy waited in the barn while Dylan brought the puppy in. I met him in the back hall and brought the puppy into the living room to meet his other daddy. When I walked in, Max had his back to me, everyone else let out a collective “awe.” Then my favorite ginger turned around and yelled “Oh my god, what’s its name?!”

“He aint got a name yet, that’s up to you” I said.

Without hesitation Max said, “you’re Zoey, aren’t you? Yes, you are. Zoey’s such a pretty boy. Yes, he is.” Then he went off on a baby talking tirade while sweet little Zoey licked his face. Max came over to me with Zoey in his arms and kissed me “Thank you, he’s perfect!” Then he turned to our guests and said with sincerity, “Thank you all, the gifts were so generous!” 

Gina ran over to stand by Dylan and said “Wait, wait, wait, there’s one more gift from us.”

“C’mon” Dylan said as he led our guests out the backdoor, across the yard and out to the barn.

“Where the hell is he going?” Max asked me.

“Just follow Dylan and let them have their moment” I said. We kept moving our way to the barn with the rest of our guests in-tow. When we got in the barn, there was Hunter looking hot as hell in tight jeans, a black and white plaid flannel shirt, a pair of shitkickers, and holdin’ Jimmy the goat with a little red bow on his head.

 “Congratulations Red and Brodes, meet your new kid Jimmy” Dylan said.

 “Oh my god,” Max squealed as he ran to the goat with Zoey still in his arms. He hugged Jimmy while still holding Zoey. Zoey was licking any face he could find… Max, Jimmy, whatever. It was so cute; I was recording the whole thing on my phone as were most of our guests.

 “You can set him down, they’ll be fine together… they came from the same farm, Mr. Mackey said they’ve been socialized together” Hunter said. Max put Zoey on the ground about five feet away from Jimmy. They just stood there looking at each other at first, Zoey made the first move and took a couple of steps towards Jimmy when Roscoe swooped in from out of nowhere and tackled his little half-brother then ran off. Zoey stood up and ran after him while Jimmy made a few jumps and just bleated at the two dogs as they ran around the big open area outside the barn. It was cute as hell.

 Max came over to me and put his arm around me gave me a kiss on the cheek. “This is exactly what I wanted” he said. “Now we just need bees and chickens.”

 I laughed as I put my arm around my little city boy, “All in good time, Maxwell.  All in good time.” For the rest of the afternoon, we all hung out in the yard with the animals. The bocce balls and cornhole bags were all pulled out of the garage again. Dylan backed his truck up, opened the windows and blasted the music. It was an amazing, impromptu party in the barn, but things wound down quickly as everyone started to leave to catch their flights. Seth and Zach had about a 15 hour drive ahead so they were the first to go. Daddy walked them out to Grammaw’s old car and inspected it to make sure they were keeping it up. He was pleased as punch that Seth loved it so much. It was tough for Max to say goodbye to Seth, he was doing great out here, but he missed his friends… especially Seth. The rest of our gang left in shifts to the airport including Max’s family.

 He had a rough time saying goodbye to everyone. Honestly, I loved seein’ everybody, but I was looking forward to being alone with Max again… I did my socializin’ for the next decade! We let Jimmy and Zoey play out in the pasture together until it got dark out, then we put Jimmy up in his stall for the night and took Zoey into the house. Witchy disappeared when Zoey showed up. Hunter told us to just let them all figure it out for themselves, they’d find a way to coexist.

 The house seemed pretty damn quiet with everyone gone. I had one more day off, but Max had to work Monday morning so we called it an early night. With Zoey locked up in his kennel in the kitchen, and Jimmy tucked in his stall for the night, Max and I hit the sack about 9:30.

We laid in bed and just talked about our amazing weekend. The wedding, the people, the gifts, our two new additions, our vows… the love. We were putting down roots and building an amazing life together.

 I was living my best life with the man I loved most on this blue marble. Day-um.

To be continued…