Load of Bulls [Prologue]
#1 of A Load of Bulls Series
A man and his two sons spend a year in a cabin, and the elder son elects to ' let it all hang out '.
Prologue chapter.
Bo Foley, 42 year old single father of two young men, stepped out of his beat up truck and took in some the fresh air of the country. "Here we are, boys. Our new home for the next year."
His two sons, 18 year old Issac and 16 year old Miles glanced out the car window. The cabin they had stopped in front of was fairly new looking, but small. Only one level.
"Man, this is gonna either be the best or the worst year of our lives." Miles said, getting out of the car and popping the trunk. His brother smacked him on the back with a large hand.
"Its gonna be great. Think about it, we're in the middle of nowhere. That means we can walk around in our boxers all day."
Miles grunted. "You do that already."
"Yeah, but now I can do it outside. Its a dude's paradise." He took off his shirt, revealing his slightly chubby stomach, complete with a trail of fur from his navel down to his crotch. "Much better."
"I hope you trip and fall in poison ivy." Miles said, as his brother flexed for nobody in particular. Nothing would make him happier than seeing his showoff brother spend the first week of their year-long country living itchy and uncomfortable.
"Don't start your arguing right off the bat." Their father snorted. "Take in the scenery, enjoy the relaxing atmosphere."
"I'll be much more relaxed when I get out of these pants." Issac mumbled.
Issac continued talking about how he was going to get in touch with his 'natural side' which, apparently, meant not wearing any clothes and being a fat pig. The next day, he got up, made breakfast, and watched television completely naked, as he ate a huge breakfast, completely ignoring his father and brother's looks of shock. While the three of them rarely wore more than shorts when they were among each other, preferring to be shirtless, this was a bit extreme.
"Issac, why don't you go put some shorts on and explore the wilderness with your brother?" Bo asked, which was dadspeak for 'put some goddamn clothes on, boy.'
Issac swallowed the mouthful of food he had and shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose. Its sort of chilly in here."
Miles got up and put the rest of his breakfast in the fridge. He'd lost his appetite for now.
"Oh, and don't forget to keep water, food, and your cell phone on you just in case something happens." Bo said as Issac went back to his room.
"Dad its a cedar forest, not a rainforest. We'll be fine." Miles said, idly scratching the base of his horns. He hated growth spurts.
Their father frowned, his under-bite becoming more apparent. "Do it to keep your old man's heart from giving out worrying." He said fake-sweetly.
Issac came back out in a pair of oversized board shorts, his phone in one hand and Miles's in the other. "Alright, lets head out and see if there is anything interesting around here.
The pair of bulls walked along a semi-cleared path, rusted and dirty signs marking the way for hikers long since gone by.
"Man, its pretty nice out here." Miles said, surveying the scenery.
"Mmhm." Issac said, his mouth full of the snacks they had brought.
Miles looked at him. "Due, you just ate a huge breakfast, how are you still hungry?"
"It must be all the fresh air and exercise." He said, stuffing the empty wrapper of a granola bar in his pocket. "Plus, there isn't anyone out here to give me dirty looks for eating all I want, so I say go crazy." He let out a stifled burp, and patted his stomach. "Say, do you think anyone else lives around here?" he asked.
Miles shrugged. "Probably, but I'd guess they're still far away from our house. I mean, what would be the point of putting a bunch of houses together when there is plenty of space to spread out?"
"You have a point." Issac said, before checked his phone. "Hm, we should probably head back."
They turned around, and made their way back to the cabin.
Inside, their dad was making lunch. "Oh, boys. Back already?" He chuckled. "And here I was hoping I'd just have to make enough food for myself." He grabbed a couple bowls from the cabinet behind him. "Did you two find anything interesting?" he asked.
Miles shook his head. "Not really. There must've been a hiking trail up here in the past, but its pretty obvious nobody has used it in a while."
"Speaking of..." Issac said, digging through the desk in the living room, "I don't suppose this place came with a map of the area, did it?"
Bo shrugged. "Might've, but I can't tell ya where it'd be. Check my room, it looks like it used to be an office of some sort, so it might be in there."
Issac nodded, and headed back there. His dad's room was directly opposite of the one he shared with Miles, and was set up symmetrically to it as well, except for the large wooden desk along the wall facing the window. Giving the drawers and experimental tug, he found that they were in pretty good condition, and opened without much effort.
The contents of the drawers were mostly little things, like a paperclip or a thumbtack, but the bottom most, and largest, drawer contained a flat box, with the words 'info for new residents' written on it in black ink, and the words 'don't forget to leave in lvg rm' underneath that in red.
"Well so much for that." Issac muttered. Inside the box were a few legal documents, things like where the fuse box was, the number for the gas and electric companies, and other normal things. Underneath that, folded neatly, was a map.
He began to unfold it. It was a large map, marked neatly in the same handwriting as the box itself was. A scrap of paper was inside, containing a key to how things were labelled. Houses were in red, Marked paths in blue, main roads in green, and a yellow star marked their own home. From the looks of it, there was another house near the end of the path he and Miles had taken earlier.
Putting the other documents back in the box, he laid it on the desk for his father to see, while he took the map and brought it back out to the living room, spreading it out on the coffee table. It hung over slightly on either end, their house almost in the center of the map itself.
Issac's stomach grumbled, reminding him that his father had made lunch. Taking a seat at the island counter next to his brother and father, he eagerly helped himself to a bowl of stew.
"I put a map on the table for ya." He said to his father in between bites. "I guess we have some neighbors."
"I'll take a look at it as soon as I'm done eating." Bo said. "If that's right, we should go introduce ourselves."
Issac was too busy eating to respond, gulping down the rich stew like he was starving.
"Jeez, you okay?" Miles asked. "Are you even tasting it?"
Issac let out a snort of irritation. "Of course I'm tasting it, I wouldn't be eating it if I didn't." He grumbled, refilling his bowl.
After doing so twice more, Issac leaned back in his chair, and patted his gut. "That was delicious." He said contentedly, before reaching down and undoing the button on his shorts.
"I knew you had an appetite, but that was insane." Miles said, finishing up his second bowl.
"A healthy appetite is one thing all Foley men have in common." Bo said, getting up from his chair and collecting the bowls. "Shame it all goes straight to our bellies." He added, patting his own large stomach.
Issac stretched his arms in the air. "Hey, its cool. Aren't mountain folk usually pretty big anyway? Whats wrong with a couple extra pounds, if it helps ya fit in."
"I'm pretty sure a lot of it is muscle, not fat." Miles said flatly, causing his brother to jump up.
"I got plenty of muscle!" He said, flexing. "You don't gotta worry about me turning into a pile of lard just cause I'm eating like a guy should."
"Jeez..." Miles sighed. Issac had been like this since about a week before they moved, going on about how when they move out here he can be a 'real man' and 'get in touch with his natural side' like he had said that morning. Miles was worried that this whole 'manly' thing of his was starting to get out of hand. Especially if it meant he'd stop wearing clothes.
As Miles thought that, Issac flopped down on the couch, his pants gone and in nothing but his boxers. He began to flip through channels, before settling on one and began to rub his bulging crotch without even thinking, and soon enough was full out jacking off in the living room.
"Oh my fucking god." Miles said, trying to ignore his brother.
"What's wrong?" Issac said, stopping, but still hard.
"You! You're whats wrong, jacking off in the living room like some sort of wacko!"
"Whatever, its not like anyone can see. And its not like you've never rubbed one out either." The older brother said.
"At least I have the decency to do it in my own room, and not in front of my family!" Miles said, trying to get through to him.
"What's your deal? You need to loosen up a little bit." Issac got up, his dick still hanging out of his boxers, and walked back to their room, locking the door.
Bo came out from his room, and looked around until he saw Miles. "Did I miss something?"
"Only Issac trying to jack it in on the couch."
"Right. And why did he do that?"
Miles could only shrug. "Hell if I know."
"He didn't..." Bo tried to say, without actually saying the words.
"No."
"I just need to know if I'm burning the couch or not."
Miles looked over at it. "Nah, I think we're good." 'horny bastard' he mumbled under his breath.
An hour later, Miles found the door unlocked, and Issac passed out on his bed, snoring loudly. His dick was still hanging from his boxers, but it was clear he had finished his business.
"Probably was just too lazy to put it back in." Miles said, heading into the bathroom. He was thinking about what his brother said after lunch. About 'loosening up'. Locking the door behind him, he got in the shower.
'Issac might have a point' he thought. 'I mean, being able to just do whatever you like, without worrying about what everyone else might think, it seems like it would be nice.'
He began to massage his dick. It had been a while since he had last done anything like this, and his body responded quickly, blood rushing to his crotch. 'What better way to break in a new house?' He thought, imagining his brother would think the same thing. As he began to rub it more vigorously, he found himself imagining what it would be like to do just do what his brother said, and 'loosen up'.
He'd probably end up fat, naked, and sitting on the couch, jacking off with one hand, while he stuffed his face with the other, his big hairy belly jiggling with the motions. In all honesty, the more he thought about it, the better it sounded. He just was mad that Issac thought of it before he did. Plus, he had always had a big frame, so filling it out would probably look good.
Finally he came, his mind blanking for a second as he reached orgasm. When he regained his senses, he decided to go through with it. Starting today, he'd take things less seriously, and just do what he liked.
And that included getting something to eat as soon as he was out of the shower.
Finishing up, he decided to pass on clothes, staying in his boxers. Standing over his brother, he gave him a not-so-gentle slap on the stomach to wake him up.
"Guh, dude, what the hell?" Issac yelled, jolting awake. "Can't you see I was sleeping?"
"Yeah, but that's why I woke you up." Miles said, sitting on his own bed. "Look, I was thinking, and maybe you were right."
Issac looked confused. "Right about what?"
Miles leaned back. "Maybe I do need to 'loosen up'. After all, this is a once in a lifetime chance to just get away from everything and do whatever I please."
Issac grinned, and pulled himself into a seating position. "See, now you're getting it. So, what's your plan of action?" he asked.
Miles shrugged. "I dunno, just do whatever you are doing. Seems to work out for you."
"I'm not really doing whatever feels natural. If it means stuffing my face and rubbing one out before taking a nap, then that's what I'm gonna do."
"You're a goddamn animal, you know that?" Miles chuckled.
"Naw, I'm not an animal, I'm a beast. And so are you, if you're serious."
"What's the difference?"
"Beast sounds cooler. Wild and free, y'know?"
"Alright I can get behind that." Miles got up and stretched. "Welp, I'm gonna go get somethin to eat. You comin?"
"Right behind ya!" Issac said.