Brody’s Perspective
My Grammaw’s passing wasn’t much of a surprise, but Max coming to North Carolina for the funeral was. Grammaw had had a rough couple of years, and the last two months were especially bad; we had all expected her to pass soon. You know how they always say, “she’s in a better place?” Well, that never made me feel better about death, until now. The last time I talked to Grammaw she said she was ready to go. She was convinced she’d be reunited with Granpaw and that’s all she wanted, knowing that helped me deal with everything. What I didn’t see coming was her leaving me the house. I knew she had always hoped I’d move back closer to the family; this was her way of making sure I had options. Her letter to me made it clear that the choice was mine. She said it was okay if I decided to sell the house, but it was there for me if I wanted to come back home. I had a decision to make, but I wasn’t ready to make it yet. For now, my daddy and Dylan could take care of the place and I could make visits back to whip it into shape. But all that could wait because I was alone in the bedroom with Max for the very first time. Holy shit!
Yeah, me and Max had snuck away together a few times in Milwaukee to talk and get to know each other, but that was it. Now, here we were, truly alone. Just me and him. No fear of the guys walking in and catching us together. No awkward group socializing. No worries of how Cam or Eric would react. Just me and Max alone together and it felt good. Our first real kiss at the airport was electric, and our first date was awesome. We went to one of my favorite restaurants. A dump on the beach with incredible food and then a walk on the beach in solitude holding hands. I love the beach in the off-season. No one else around, it’s just so serene, so quiet. After our date, I walked Max to his room… well, Grammaw’s room that is, to say good night. I wanted to go in, I wanted him so bad but I was afraid I’d lose him if I moved too fast. But HE invited ME in, so we crossed the threshold of the door, and the threshold between friends and lovers.
We kissed tentatively at first then harder and more passionately, within minutes we were pulling off each other’s clothes. I pulled that tight shirt up over his head and he unbuttoned mine, then we fumbled with each other’s pants. Damn, this was finally happening. I was alone with Max and this time he was single and ready to be with me. We kissed each other with little moans escaping our lips as we stripped each other with our hands. Then there I was, naked except for my tight blue briefs pushing my quickly growing member against Max’s, grinding, and wanting more. He was standing there in nothing but a pair of green briefs with his trimmed, red bush peeking out the top; that did it for me. Dear lord he was sexy and I wanted him bad. He was a couple of inches taller than me and his body was lean, toned, and warm, I could feel every ripple as he pulled me into a hug. I wasn’t much of a hugger; I don’t know why but I never really liked other people touching me. I know, I know… other people paid me to touch their bodies but I was never good on the receiving end. But this was different! I wanted Max to touch every inch of me. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies then he took control and pushed me onto Grammaw’s bed, the old metal frame creaked and shook as I landed on my back with Max on top of me still writhing and grinding his now hard cock against mine through the thin fabric of our briefs. I could feel a wet spot of pre-cum forming at the front of my underwear.
“Damn, I’ve wanted this for so long” he said as he continued to kiss me.
“Me too” I whispered back flipping us over so I was on top. My hands were flat on his tight little chest as I was hovered above him just looking down and taking him in. Damn. Just DAMN! He was so cute and extremely sexy at the same time. His red hair and pale skin added to the sweet innocence of his face, but his toned body was all man and I couldn’t resist it. I leaned down and kissed him full on the lips, then playfully bit his lower lip, as I moved down to kiss his chin, neck, chest, and then his tight abs. I couldn’t help but give them a lick as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the tight, green briefs and looked up at him. He was propped up on his elbows looking down at me with a serious expression on his face. We both knew this was it. This was the moment our relationship changed forever, there was no turning back. I took a deep breath then exhaled “Are you sure?’ I asked. He nodded; his face still serious. I pulled his underwear down and his beautiful manhood sprung out and slapped me in the face, we both snickered as I grabbed his rigid shaft and licked the head, never losing eye contact with the beautiful ginger. I was in awe of him, damn I never felt this way about anyone in my life. I mean, sex was fun for me and all, but this wasn’t about sex, this was about putting a smile on Max’s face. I just had this desire to make him feel good. I took his pink ball sac in my mouth licking it all over as I gently stroked his engorged pale shaft with the crimson crown. Damn, there was something so sexy about him. He aint the kind of guy you’d see on a runway, or the cover of whatever men’s magazine people like to read, but at the same time there was something so genuine about him that made him hot as HELL!
I continued to lick all around his sweet-smelling ball sac taking in his scent, then moved my lips to his rigid shaft feeling the softness of his flesh on my tongue, then finally up to the crimson red crown. Looking straight into his beautiful eyes I took it in my mouth, savoring every inch, I moved lower and lower until my nose was buried in his red bush. Damn, he was hot! Sex had never felt like this before. I swallowed his head and massaged his balls, keeping him deep inside me.
“Damn, Brody” he said exhaling, “That feels so fucking amazing. Right there. Yeah. Oh my god” he panted as he put both his hands on the back of my head and pushed his hips up. He was slowly, gently face fucking me and it felt damn good. He moved one hand down my back, his fingers reaching the crack of my ass as he started tapping on my hole. Everything felt so right. “I wanna fuck you, Brody.” MY eyes went wide and I gagged on his cock.
‘Fuck me?!’ I thought ‘Hell no!’ No one has ever fucked me; I was a total top. I was a little guy, about 5’4” and about 125 pounds soaking wet. Everyone always assumed I was a bottom but I was 100% top, I loved the feel of a tight hole gripping my cock and had no desire to have my ass invaded. I pulled off Max and then slithered my way back up to Max until we were face to face, our lips less than an inch from each other. He kissed me tenderly with his hand on my cheek. “Um… Max.” I eked out. “I’m a top, I aint never been fucked and don’t wanna be”
Max smiled and let out a little laugh, “Really? I just kinda thought…”
“Well, y’all thought wrong!” I said sternly looking into his beautiful hazel eyes protesting. “There is NO way in HELL you’re gonna fuck me!” My voice was getting louder, and a little panicky while Max just laughed.
“It was just a suggestion” he exhaled through his laughter then added “bless your heart.” That made me laugh out loud, Max was a fast learner. “I’ll bottom” he volunteered as he squeezed my cock which had started to go flaccid during my panic. “I want to feel you in me, I want you to make love to me, Brody.”
‘Make love?’ I thought to myself, then it hit me ‘THAT’S why it felt so different, so perfect. So right. I think I love Max.’ In that moment everything changed for me. A mile crossed my face and I swear it lit up like a damn Christmas tree. I know Max saw it because he grinned and moved in for a passionate kiss. Damn, I loved his kisses, and his touch. I had NEVER loved anyone’s touch. EVER! In that moment I wanted him more than anything. Shit, I needed lube. I had some lotion in my suitcase across the hall “Hold that thought” I said jumping out of the bed and literally running across the hall. I fumbled around in the front pocket of my suitcase and found the bottle, then ran back and jumped onto the old bed making it shimmy and creak. Max was laying there on top of the covers smiling at me, buck naked. Goddammit he was cute… no hot… no cute. Oh, hell he was everything rolled into one!
I got on top of him and he put a leg on either side of me making our cocks rubbed together as we kissed. A jolt shot through me at the touch of his lips. “You sure about this?” I asked the cute/hot ginger under me, knowing once we did this, things would never be the same. Everything would change.
“Hell, yeah I am” he whispered with a shit-eating grin and a fake southern accent. “Are you sure you want me? I’ve got a lot of baggage.” He said as a matter of fact wrapping his arms around me. I must’ve given him a confused look because he added quietly, “Cam and Eric. I’m kind of damaged goods.” Oh hell, I thought to myself. That’s his baggage? Who the hell cares! So, he experimented with two guys for a while. That aint baggage, that’s college.
I just laughed at my dream fella laying under me “There aint a single flaw about you Maxwell. As far as I’m concerned, yer perfect.” I lowered my head and kissed his smiling face, our tongues intermingled and our hands roamed. Oh my god he was so smooth and I loved the feel of his body against mine. After a long make out session my manhood was bursting out of its skin. I was ready. “So, yer sure about this” I said as a statement this time as I grabbed the lotion and squirted some into my hand.
He nodded and smiled “I’ve been sure about this since I met you, I just had some loose ends to tie up. They’re all tied up now, nice, and neat” he said looking into my eyes.
I rubbed the lotion up and down my swollen cock loving the sensation, then I put a lubed finger into his perfect, tight, pink pucker. In, out, and around my finger moved opening him up. His eyes were closed as he moaned and pushed his ass up to meet my movements. Dammit he was tight as hell; I could feel him gripping my finger and was imagining my dick inside him as I prepped the sweet hole. I added a second finger and he responded with a gasp, then a moan. I decided to go for it. I removed my fingers and lined my cockhead up with his hole as I stroked myself. “This is it.” I said, he nodded in response and I pushed. My head slipped in, breaching his ring and I stopped. Our eyes were locked and there was a mix of pleasure, pain, and bliss on Max’s sweet, innocent looking face. He sucked in some air and I pushed a little more moving a couple of inches of my manhood into his hard body as he moaned. Oh, my fucking god there was fire in that hole! It was so hot and tight, it just pulled me in. I moved in inch-by-inch, but I swear I wasn’t pushing; he was pulling. Drawing me in deeper. Nothing I had ever felt compared. It was like everything I had ever done led me here to this moment. I moved in deeper and deeper until my pubic bush was ticking his ass crack. I just held it there as he kissed. Max made the next move as he bucked against me, that was it for me. I started to pull out slowly until just the tip was in, then back in, balls deep. He moaned and kissed me harder. I pulled out, then balls deep. I pulled out, then balls deep. Over and over, faster, and harder while Max writhed underneath me and bucked his ass against me trying to take every millimeter of me inside of him. He couldn’t get enough and neither could I.
Grammaw’s old house was echoing with the sounds of Max’s moans and screams. Yep, actual screams! At that moment I was so happy that the closest neighbor was almost a mile away because there was no way in hell anyone closer wouldn’t have heard us. “Oh fuck” I panted as my ass pushed my manhood powerfully into Max. “Oh fuck, Max” I said before pushing my tongue into his mouth. His moans vibrated my lips and tongue adding yet another amazing sensation as I pumped in and out with the fury of a man possessed. I pulled out of our kiss “I’m gonna cum, Max. I’m gonna cum” I said as I started to pull out of him. His hands moved down and he grabbed my cheeks pulling my ass into him as his hole contracted around my member, milking, squeezing, and begging for my load.
“Give it to me, Brody. Cum in me. I fucking love it!” Max yelled. My face was now resting on his shoulder and his mouth was near my ear and he shoved his tongue into it. That was it.
I let out a loud guttural noise like an ARGH or and UGH wrapped in a moan and it was loud as hell. I imagined all the woodland critters that lived on the property running for shelter. Max was still begging as I shot spurt after spurt into him, filling that sweet ginger hole with everything I had. Finally, I was spent and collapsed on top of him with my cock still deep inside. I huffed, puffed, and panted. “Holy hell!” I said, making Max laugh. His cock was hard as a rock between us. I reluctantly pulled my still-hard cock out of him and said “we gotta do something about this.” Then I got between his legs and started licking his cock. My face was close enough to his hole to smell my own cum as I made love to Max’s member.
“Fuck yeah” he wailed as he grabbed two fistfuls of my curly, auburn hair and pumped himself into me. He was face fucking me hard and with purpose “Yeah. Fuck. FUCK YEAH!” he yelled over, and over, louder, and louder before shooting his sweet ginger seed down my hard-working throat. I hungrily accepted every last drop. Damn it was intense. I cleaned his cock before pulling off and lying next to him.
“It’s true what they say” Max whispered as he looked into my eyes. “The quiet ones are always the dangerous ones” then he kissed me. We basked in the afterglow for a while, then talked quietly in the darkness. Eventually Max moved onto his side with me behind him. I fell asleep in grammaw’s bed spooning Max, one arm under his neck, and one arm over his toned chest. His skin was so soft and warm, and it felt so great to sleep with someone.
I awoke to hot breath and a wet tongue on my neck, I opened my eyes to see Max’s red hair in front of me. ‘What in the hell?’ I thought, then I heard a voice yelling down the hall “Did y’all find Uncle Brody, boy?” I turned my head and Roscoe, Dylan’s dog, licked my face. I LOVED Roscoe, but Oh Shit! Dylan was in the house and coming down the hall. Before I could get my bearings and pull on my clothes Dylan came into the bedroom.
“Well, I see you found Uncle Brody” Dylan said to the Golden, lab, rottweiler, and god only knows what else mixed mutt. Suddenly Max stirred, still pretty much asleep and confused as hell as he tried to figure out what was going on. Dylan looked at him and said with a smirk, “Oh and Auntie Maxine too.” Then he turned around and walked back into the hallway towards the kitchen yelling back to us, “I brought Bojangles chicken biscuits and coffee for breakfast, it’ll be in the kitchen waiting for y’all after ya get decent.” We’d been caught red handed in grammaw’s bed.
“What’s going on?” Max said as Roscoe jumped into bed with us and started licking Max’s face. “And who is this?” he said in that voice people use when they’re lovin’ on a dog.
“This is Roscoe, Dylan’s dog” I answered as I rubbed the dog’s head, “and my brother just walked in on us in bed together” I said with a sigh as I got out of bed to find my clothes. I couldn’t find my underwear so I just pulled on my jeans and went out to the kitchen to greet my brother. I kissed Max quickly on the cheek as I left the room letting Roscoe get in one last lick before he gave his full attention to Max.
When I walked into the kitchen, Dylan was leaning against the counter drinking his Bojangles coffee with a smug look on his face “Just friends? Yep, y’all looked awful friendly to me” he said with a snicker, then with mock-distain he added “And. In. Gram. Maw’s. Bed! For shame! Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
I just looked at him and said “Shut up, Dylan. Where’s the coffee.” He laughed. I had caught Dylan with his pants down more than once, and now the shoe was on the other foot and he was loving every second of it. He pointed to two large paper cups sitting on the counter next to a bag of biscuits, I grabbed one of them and added some sugar.
“Why didn’t you just tell me he was your boyfriend? Ya’ know I aint got a problem with that.” Dylan said, adding “You should be damn happy it was me what showed up and not Daddy.” Then he laughed at his own joke.
“Well, he wasn’t my boyfriend until last night, I guess” is all I could think to say. “We’ve been talkin’ and flirtin’ n’ stuff, but nothin’ really happened until last night. We had our first date yesterday, then when we got back here things just happened.”
“Well, I like him” Dylan said. “You didn’t smile once this whole trip ‘til Red walked into Daddy’s house. Now it looks like a coat hanger got stuck in your mouth.”
“We’re just starting to date, don’t push it. Okay?” I said as Dylan shrugged and smirked in response. Just then Roscoe came running down the hallway and into the outdated kitchen with something in his mouth. MY UNDIES!
“Got-dammit dawg!” I yelled as I snatched the slobbered-on briefs from his jowls and shoved them in my pocket hoping Dylan didn’t see. His laughter told me otherwise. Finally, Max emerged from the bedroom in sweatpants and a sweatshirt with his red locks sticking up every which way looking cute as hell.
“Well, there’s sleepin’ beauty” Dylan said.
“Hey Dylan” Max replied through a yawn.
“You know Grammaw died in that bed. Right?” Dylan said as he grabbed a chicken biscuit from the bag on the counter. Max looked horrified.
“Shut the hell up, Dylan. She did not. She died in the nursing home, she hasn’t even been in this house for over two months” I said trying to put Max at ease.
“I’m just funnin’ ya’, Red.” Dylan said before chomping on his biscuit and throwing a piece of it to Roscoe who caught it without missing a crumb. Max shook his head and laughed. He was still sleepy and wasn’t talking much yet.
“Whatcha’ doin’ here anyway?” I asked Dylan.
“I was gonna clean up my old room and get my crap outta your way” he replied. Dylan and I each had a bedroom at Grammaw’s, this was pretty much our home base after my parents divorced. We technically lived with my dad but we spent most of our time here.
“If there’s anything else you want, just take it” I told him. I still didn’t know what I was going to do with the place and there were only a few things I really wanted, the rest would probably go to goodwill eventually.
“If you’re good with it I’ll take the furniture in my bedroom, I got a spare bedroom at the trailer that’s empty.”
“Go for it” I replied, “seriously take whatever you want. If I do move in, it won’t be for a couple of years, so everything will just be sitting here while I fix ‘er up.”
Dylan took a look around, then went out to his truck to get some boxes. “If you want, I’ll help you whip the place into shape. Any idea what you wanna do with it yet?” He asked when he came back in.
“Yeah, I’m gonna redo the bathrooms and the kitchen, rip up the carpet and redo the floors. Then I’m gonna clean up the yard and paint the whole thing inside and out. I figure I’ll come home at spring break and over the summer and work on it. Then when I graduate, I’ll figure out if I want to live here, keep it as a vacation house, or sell it.” I said walking him through my daydreams for the place. “If I do move back, I’ll probably renovate the barn into a studio too.”
“So y’all are really thinkin’ about moving back? For real?” Dylan said with a smile.
“I aint ruled it out yet” I said as I looked in the Bojangles bag, took out a biscuit and handed it to Max.
“What the hell is this?” Max asked.
“Bojangles chicken biscuit, the best damn thing you’ll ever put in your mouth, Red.” Dylan said. Then he looked the awakening Max in the eye and winked as he said “Well, maybe second-best thing you’ll ever put in your mouth.” Max turned a whole new shade of red as I crumpled up the empty bag and shot it at my brother. Dylan just laughed, proud of his lewd comment. Bojangles is a fast-food chain that started in Charlotte, North Carolina and is famous for their chicken biscuits, it’s a local favorite. Max started to wake up and get over the initial embarrassment of being caught in bed with me. We all talked as Roscoe sprawled out on the floor soaking up the sunlight coming through the kitchen window. “Me and Daddy can help you fix this place up, Brody.” Dylan offered.
“Are you sure you don’t want this place, Dylan?” I asked, “If you do, we can work somethin’ out.”
“Nah, I like my trailer. It’s home” he said, “it’s close to daddy and closer to work. I’m gonna take the money Grammaw left me and pay off my mortgage, and maybe try and buy a couple more acres from the neighbor.” He said like a man with a plan. “Besides, I want y’all to move in here. I’m gonna help you make it so damn nice that you won’t be able to say no.” He smiled at me. Dylan had been begging me to move home ever since I left. He saw this house as his chance to make it happen.
“I just shook my head and said, “Good luck with that, brother.” For the rest of the morning Dylan packed up his room and some other stuff he wanted. Meanwhile, Max and I tried to organize everything and move it all into the living room and dining room to clear out the rest of the house and get it ready to work on. We had an area for stuff we were keeping, stuff we were giving away, and stuff Grammaw promised to other people (there was a list in the letter she wrote me). While we worked, Roscoe roamed around the house bugging the crap out of all of us, especially Max. He loved Max and Max loved him which made me love Max more. Yeah, I said love… it was definitely moving in that direction. Later in the day Dylan helped me jump Grammaw’s old Buick and we drove it to Daddy’s garage in town. It was in great condition, it just needed the old once over, you know plugs, points, a battery, an oil change, all routine stuff. It had been sitting there for a couple of years. Daddy said he’d tend to it in his spare time for me.
After that we all went out to dinner, including Daddy and Betty Ann. It was Max’s last night in town and they all wanted to spend some more time getting to know him. I think they decided that they could lure me back home if they could convince Max taht it was a great place to live. None of them believed he was just a friend, especially Dylan after catching us in bed together. I’d be lying if I told you that I wasn’t thinking about a life with Max at that point. Hell, I could see us living in Grammaw’s house and working the land enough so we could sell stuff at the farmer’s market in town. There were a couple of small ad agencies in town, there was even a movie studio in Wilmington, I could probably find some graphic design work. As for Max, all the schools out here were hurting for teachers, he could easily find something. Who knows, by the time we both graduated we could have things set up pretty good for ourselves here. I had always just assumed that I would go through life alone but now I was thinking about spending it with someone else, and dammit it felt good.
After dinner, Max and I went back to the house and worked some more. I decided that I was going to try to remodel the master bathroom before I went back to Milwaukee. I also decided to stay in North Carolina until school started instead of going back before New Year’s Eve. Max understood. We even discussed coming back together for Spring Break and working on the house. “Listen, Max” I said in a serious tone as I looked in his eyes. “Um, last night was awesome…” He cut me off.
“I agree” he said, “I hope it wasn’t just a one-time thing.”
I smiled so wide at that, “Me too. I’m kinda’ fallin’ for you, Red” I said making him laugh out loud, then he kissed me.
“Yeah, ya redneck” he replied, “I’m kinda fallin’ for you too.” Then he added “bless your heart.”
Damn. He was reelin’ me in. I didn’t want him to leave.
To be continued…
