Prologue: The Dream that Started the Odyssey

Prologue: Bros Gone Rogue

In case you are wondering who's ass is shown above, it's not Larry!

Note: There are many elements used in this occasionally, fictionalized Cabin at the Lake story, that are real and have actually occurred with the characters. In many cases, exactly as stated in the story. The two middle-aged men in the story have lived the bulk of their lives, as straight guys, are married with children and each have one grandson. The narrator, Marcus, is a few years older, could well be, a bisexual or a closeted gay man who is acting out on his dreams. And, his best friend Larry, gets to experience the dream in several opportunities throughout the short story chapters. There’s a lot of truth, slightly tinted with fantasy, in these first short story chapters. Two very tight Bros, on a weekend adventure, alone together, without rules and consequences, at least for now!

My Buddy and I met for coffee today, and I told him about a dream I had the other night. It included just the two of us, in our familiar mountain woods, and a log cabin on the lake with a usable rowboat. There wasn’t much else of the dream I dared tell him about, except that we went hiking on a trail, and did whatever else you might do in the woods, and went boating, too. He suggested, “fishing” and I said, ”sure I guess, why not?”

I’m afraid, the rest of my vivid dream would probably freak him out; Larry is my very homophobic buddy! Maybe I’ll find out why he is that way, one day. I didn’t share anything else from my erotic dream with him though. Maybe one day, when I feel he’s ready to hear more, or maybe after he reads the short story chapters when it's finished, You never know, he did seem very responsive to the getaway idea in the dream.

Let me introduce my real buddy outside of this short story. I usually call him by several names by now, and some are nice too! (But not his real name in this story.) The name I will use for him is Larry, but I'm sure it might be Lawrence, however, I'm afraid he’ll kick me in the nuts, if I call him that! You’ll understand that thinking soon enough. We are super-tight friends for real, so much so, that we call each other brothers from other mothers. Sometimes, I just call him “Bro”. It depends on the current situation, but I’ve also called him "You Fucker" a few times, no a lot of times. We ballbust each other often, it's part of our Bro Mystique! Haha.

It's Larry But All the Wrong Colors!

As I mentioned, Larry is a few years younger than me, however, he’s very good looking too. He doesn't have a clue how good looking he is, and that's a good thing, no need to have a buddy with a big head! He's a couple of inches shorter than me and parts of his body haven’t seen the sun in a long time. He also has the most incredible blue eyes, light blond curly hair and a trimmed thick beard. He also has the best Dad Bod I’ve seen on a man his age, and is covered in blonde curly body fur, especially on his ass too. Oh, did I mention that we are middle age men? We were in our 40’s when we first met over seven-years ago.

Larry is a talented handyman, he tackles every obstacle in his way, and usually solves the problem quickly without reading the instructions too! I on the other hand am the opposite of him, a useless handyman, never can figure out how to fix things, but I’m an accomplished bullshit artist and he’s not! That must count for something, right? Well maybe after our weekend together I’ll know if that’s true or not.

An Eyeful of Me, Don't Laugh Please

BTW, my name is Marc, short for Marcus and I use both versions of my name whenever I want. Since I’m telling this story you probably see it mentioned both ways.

Spoiler alert: We are mostly naked throughout the stories, the picture to the right is pretty much what I look like lately! I have a hairy chest and belly and that’s what my normal-sized ‘grower-cock’ looks like when it’s getting bigger for its photo op! Nice balls though, huh?

I’m four and a half years older than Larry, yeah, I guess I said that I’m older already. A little taller and carry more weight than him, I’d say 30+ pounds more, give or take. I still have some of the muscle definition I had as a younger man, my leg muscles are still looking good, my pecs are a little softer now, but I can get them looking rock hard by tightening my chest muscles. Of course, I can’t ignore my belly size; well, we are both thick guys, mostly Dad Bod material, I guess. My body hair is a light brown, not coarse or curly, just there on my chest and belly, not backside. I am not that unhappy with the body hair I was born to have, except on my balls! So, another spoiler alert, I do shave my balls and any cock hair. I don't mess with any other hair on my body except a little manscaping when necessary. I like the way my balls feel and look shaved clean. As a “grower” in the penis department, I don’t need any excessive hair hiding my junk! I’ve manscaped for many years, and now the hair hardly grows back any more; and, when it does it very fine, not coarse.

DAMMIT GET TO THE FUCKEN STORY
My buddy Larry and I did manage to get a weekend free to getaway and stay in a old log cabin on the lake. Furthermore, Larry and I have never spent any days alone together, other than on his cruiser on the river for a few hours. For years, getting away meant being with our wives as well. However, Larry and I have shared lots of quality coffee time together, over the years.

GETTING NAKED IN THE WOODS, CHECK!
I’ve always wanted to try hiking naked in some sun-dabbled woods, (but, with shoes to protect my feet, I’m not stupid!) However, it would have to be totally private property. I’m sure, this current body of mine, is not ready to be naked in a public place with other nudists. It’s really a silly body-image thing for me. However, in private with a cool buddy like Larry, I just bet I could do it. We both agreed that spending a weekend away together, just us two Bros, really does sound fucking great!

So, two solidly tight buddies, bonding in the woods, how cool that would be. I imagine pissing off the porch railing together, if there is one, sitting in our underwear or maybe just buck-naked, (okay, that part was really in my dream), who would give a good fuck! Huh? A private male-only-world for a couple of days, who knows what path that would take us on, huh? I could tell now, from how Larry is reacting, that he is aware that this would not be a normal weekend as it would be with our wives; the male bonding might go in any direction. (Hopefully!)

Here’s a little more background about the two of us, that might be good for you to know. Once, at a good-sized party at my home, a guest decided to out me for swimming in the nude, in my own pool. Perhaps his way of suggesting I was gay? Somehow, the nude swimming comment was spread into the cul-de-sac neighborhood from someone who knew for sure, I guess. I was mortified, since it was said in a room full of mixed company, some of which were only business acquaintances. My new buddy Larry came to my immediate defense, when he saw how distressed I was becoming, and told everyone in the conversation that he often sunbathes naked himself in his backyard, "it’s no big fucken deal!” His exact words. The guy who tried to out me was put in his place, and the subject quickly changed. My pal looked over at me with that real brotherly concern in his eyes, which I read as, I’ve got your Back Jack! And, quietly said to me, “That guy’s an asshole! Under what fucking rock, did you find him?” I shook my head and shrugged.

Maybe one more important note to ponder, Larry is a "Proud" recovering alcoholic, and former addict, he won’t drink or smoke weed, so his guard could remain high and warn him to cool it, on the getaway weekend! But the idea of the coming trip, struck a solid note in his voice. I think he’d really love to live it up for a few days, and I don't mean fall off the wagon live it up!

You never know how persuasive I could be if I really pushed for stuff to happen!

Start the story here in chapter 1:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2019/03/chapter-one-woods-trekking.html