Load Of Bulls [CH1 / ??]
#2 of A Load of Bulls Series
The family goes to meet the neighbor, who makes a big impression on the boys.
The next day, the boys got up with the sun, and went ahead on their first meal of the day. Surprisingly, their father was up as well, humming to himself as he made some eggs.
"Ah, good morning guys. Glad to see you aren't sleeping in." He said cheerfully.
"Mm, nah. We were getting hungry so we decided to see what we could scrounge up for some grub." Issac yawned, scratching his belly.
"Well, if you feel like eggs I can always fry up a few more. I have bacon and toast as well."
The boys shrugged. "Sure why not." Miles said.
"Alright, how many do you want?"
"I'll start with four eggs and six strips of bacon, and see where that takes me."
"Yeah, same here."
"Their father nodded. Alright, then. Have a seat."
The smell of eggs and bacon filled the kitchen, and by the time their food was actually finished, they were eager to dig in. The greasy and delicious food was quickly devoured by the two of them, and they still had room for more.
"You boys sure have a big appetite today." Bo said, noticing how quickly they ate and began to search for more to eat. "Or is my food just that good?" he chuckled.
"A bit of both." Miles said, poking his head into the fridge. The food was delicious, but it wasn't enough. They needed a big breakfast to keep their energy up all day.
Issac grabbed some toaster waffles from the freezer and threw them in. Getting out the syrup and the butter, he grabbed a granola bar and snacked on it while he waited.
"If you don't slow down, you're gonna get as fat as your old man, here." Bo said, somewhat concerned. "You're acting like I don't feed you boys."
Miles shrugged. "Nah, we just need a little more food now that we're older, I guess." He wasn't sure what to tell his dad. The phrase 'for the hell of it' probably wouldn't fly with him, and the last thing he needed was his dad thinking he was losing it.
Bo seemed to accept this, if only barely. "Mmhm." he grunted warily. "Well, just don't eat too much. If you get sick, its a long way to the hospital."
Since they didn't want to raise anymore suspicion from their father, they decided to just finish their meal with the waffles rest in the living room. They were comfortably full with that, as it was.
It wasn't long after that, that their father decided that they should go and introduce themselves to the neighbors.
"Go get some clothes on, and we'll head out." He said, motioning for them to get off the couch.
The got dressed, albeit reluctantly, and couldn't help but notice their clothes were just a tad tighter than they were yesterday.
"I look like one of those bigheaded jocks you always see at the gyms." Issac said from in front of the mirror. "Maybe if the neighbors are cute, I'll 'accidentally' rip my shirt and show off my bod."
"Don't flatter yourself." Miles said. "The only way you'll rip that shirt is if you eat any more."
"Eh, you're just jealous cause I look better than you." he replied jokingly. "Maybe when you're my age you'll be almost as handsome as I am."
"Yeah, well, at least my ass isn't as big as my ego."
They went back and forth like that for a while, not even noticing when they had reached the end of the old hiking trail.
The house stood in the center of a clearing. It was much bigger than theirs was, two stories, with a wraparound porch, second floor deck, and even an in-ground pool.
"Great, here I was hoping it would be just some kind old bumpkins or something, but this looks like something Richie Rich's redneck cousins would live in. As a summer home. While they're on vacation from their actual summer home."
"We get it, its a nice house. But that doesn't mean its a bunch of snobs." Miles said, cutting his brother off before he could drag it out any longer.
While they boys continued to banter, their father made his way up the porch and swiftly knocked on the door.
"Come on get up here and quit arguing. You're both nearly adults, so act like it." he scolded.
Dropping the argument, they hurried to join their dad at the door. As they approached, a huge shadowy figure could be seen doing the same from inside the house.
The door opened, revealing a huge, fat bull, clad only in boxers. Bigger than even Bo, both in height and weight, he dwarfed the man and his sons easily.
The giant bovine let out a snort. "Mornin'. Can I help you with somethin'?" he asked lazily.
Bo looked nervous. "No sir. Just wanted to stop by and introduce ourselves. We moved into the house a little ways down the trail, and I figured it'd be nice to meet some of our neighbors."
The larger bull grinned. "Neighbors seems hardly the right word considering how far apart our houses are, but nonetheless, its nice to meet ya. The name's Trevor."
"I'm Bo, and these are my sons, Issac and Miles."
"So, you wanna come in? I was just sittin down to have some chow, and y'all look like you could use somethin to eat."
"Well, I am kinda hungry..." Issac said.
"Same here." Miles agreed.
"I guess majority rules on this one." Bo said, chuckling.
"Come on in. Make yourselves at home." Trevor said, unblocking the way for the three others to come in.
The house was every bit as immaculate as the outside made it seem. The wooden furniture gave it a nice cozy feel. Notably, the seats in the house were rather wide, obviously because the owner isn't exactly the most svelte of beasts.
Following Trevor into the kitchen, there was a variable feast slayed out across three or four tables. Food of every kind could be seen, all of then in huge portions.
"I wasn't expecting company, but as you can see, I went a little overboard this mornin with a few new cookbooks." He patted his sizeable stomach. "Granted, I could eat quite a bit of this, but I'd hate to see it all go to waste."
Bo laughed. "Trust me, with as much as my boys have been eating, I'd be surprised if there is anything left for you to eat at all."
Miles and Issac had already dug in, but both shot their dad a mock-offended look.
"That's fine by me." Trevor said. "I could use a diet."
Bo nodded. "Same here." But helped himself to the food, regardless.
The rest of the day was spent eating, and talking. The three of them got to know Trevor quite fast, and the giant bull was happy to tell them anything they wondered.
"I used to be a competitive eater back in my younger days." Trevor said, leaning back in one of the supersized chairs. "But after a while, I decided I'd rather be makin the food than eatin it. Though both are nice." He chuckled. "After I retired, I decided to move up here. I didn't know the last folks you stayed in that house, but they seemed like nice enough folks"
"Retired? You don't look that old." Miles said between bites.
"I'm only 40, but my business was such a success I was rakin' in the dough from day one. I still get some cash from it since I own the franchise an' all, but I don't actually do any work." He laughed again. "Its not a bad way to live."
The boys nodded. Trevor was living the good life. Plenty of food, cash, and a huge house all to yourself. It was pretty much the bachelor trifecta of perfection.
Trevor looked like he was enjoying it himself. He hadn't stopped grinning and laughing the whole time he told the stories of how he made it 'big'.
Evening rolled around, and the last of the food went down Miles's and Issac's throats, leaving them stuffed. Their guts had managed to free themselves from their shirts, and without much discretion, they removed their shirts completely.
Trevor looked at the pair, amused. "Bo, you got yourself an interesting pair of sons there. You ever feed these guys?"
Bo shook his head in disbelief. "Yes, but they mostly feed themselves. Lately I've been worried they're gonna eat me outta house and home."
Miles let out a belch, and excused himself. "That was some great food, Trevor." He said, sleepy. "We'll have to come back again."
Bo sighed. "Not a chance. If we come visit again, its gonna be between meals. I don't need you both eating everything in his house, and ours."
Trevor put a hand on Bo's shoulder. "Relax, man. Boys will be boys. Besides, I have plenty of food to feed a couple extra mouths."
"Yeah, but do you have enough to feed a couple dozen extra stomachs?" Bo asked.
With a grunt, the boys heaved themselves to their feet, their stomachs jiggling slightly with each movement.
"Can you guys make it back to the house, or am I gonna have to roll you?"
Trevor smiled. "You're welcome to stay here if you like." but thought about it a bit. "On second thought, if you stay here, you'll probably end up never leaving, and then I'd have to move in to your house."
"Exactly." Bo agreed. "It was nice meeting you Trevor. Again, I'm sorry about my sons eating everything"
"We aren't." Issac interjected, earning a glare from his dad. "I mean, thanks for the food. It was delicious."
"I'm glad you liked it. It was a pleasure meeting the three of you as well. Next time I'll have to stop over at your house."
"Of course. I can't guarantee my food is as good as yours, but it would still be nice to have you over."
The cool evening air did little to rouse the boys from their food stupor. They did however put their shirts back on, their stomachs still exposed to the breeze.
"What am I gonna do with you two? I swear, if this keeps up, I'll need a forklift just to haul you both back into town." Bo said, frustrated. "I'm serious. Just because we don't live in the city doesn't mean you can both completely flip your lids."
"Dad, you worry too much. We're fine. Besides, we stay active and stuff. All these physical chores are bound to work up an appetite."
Bo frowned. "You haven't done any chores. We've been up here for a few days, and you've done nothing but eat and wank."
"Not that its any change from the usual for Miles." Issac interjected, earning a punch for his comment.
"That's not what I meant. I was hoping that you'd learn some survival tips or something, but nothing has changed except your appetites."
The two of them exchanged glances. "You're right. Starting tomorrow, we'll do just that. You can teach us."
Bo looked surprised. "Really? You won't complain or whine or anything?"
They shook their heads. "Nope. You're right, we've been doing nothing of value, and its pretty obvious that we made you mad." Issac said.
"Yeah, besides, we might as well learn it now, so that we'll be pros by winter." Miles added.
"That settles it then." Bo said. "Starting tomorrow, you two are gonna learn how to live in the country."