Outlaw Wolf (Volume Two - Nomad) (2 page)

“I understand that, Bull, but there are other things. The guys just think that you are getting too far away from the heart of the club. Is there anything that I can do to make you feel like you are a connected part of this pack again?”

“I just don't feel like myself anymore. I feel like there is something missing from my life. Something that I can't put a word on, something that is more than just all of this. Do you have any idea what I am talking about?”

“No, I can't say that I do. But then, you came to us from a world that was far different than this. I was born into this. Natural wolf and third generation biker. I guess, to a degree, I have always known that this day may come, when you started to wonder if you made the right choice all those years ago.” Charlie said taking a drink form his beer and, realizing he had finished it, motioning to the same girl who had brought Bulldog his soda to bring him another.

“Don't get me wrong. I don't regret that choice. I joined up with you guys and it saved me. I love you guys but there is a fire inside of me that I just can't get sorted. I feel like there is more to life than just this and I want to find out what that is. If nothing more than just to know that I found it and put a name to it,” Bulldog replied.

“Is there anything that I can do, that the club can do to help you with that brother?”

“Actually, there is one thing. I have been giving this a lot of thought. Let me go nomad for a year. Let me get out of this town, away for all of this and find what it is that I feel I am missing in my life. When I get back, I will more than likely be the Bulldog that I have always been,” Bulldog said.

“Bull, you know that is not possible. No member of the club has gone Nomad in over 30 years. It's too dangerous. If you were out there on your own and something was to happen, or you were to get exposed as what you are, then it would come back on us and hurt us all,” Charlie responded. It was not the answer that Bulldog wanted to hear. He had known however that it was the answer that he would most likely get and that this would be the end of the discussion on the subject.

“Well, I don't know of much else that may be of help. I guess you guys will have to just get used to me like this until I either figure it out or I eat a bullet,” Charlie stood up and looked down at him.

“Brother, I can tell that you're hurting. I want to help. I can't offer that you think you need, but I beg you to find what it is that can help you within the boundaries of what is an option,” He stepped away and left Bulldog to his own devices. Even as he sat there mulling the conversation he had just had with Charlie over in his mind, he had a smile, ever so slight as it was, come over his face, as he thought back to the nice conversation he had with Steve at the coffee house that morning. He looked forward to the next day when he could see him again. The smile got bigger.

*****

It had been two and half weeks that the men had been sharing their mornings together sitting at the same table by the fire, watching people come and go to and from the coffee house, watching traffic outside the big picture window, enjoying random conversation and just being happy to have the other in their lives for about an hour every morning. On Monday night Steve was just getting ready for bed after a day from hell where it seemed that every possible thing that could have went wrong at the coffee house did, and in some cases more than once. He was used to the idea of bad Mondays. He didn't know of anything that could mean a good Monday in his book, but this Monday was one for the annals of history. He was stripped down to his underwear following a much-needed long hot shower, and was just crawling into bed when the thought of Bulldog came into his mind. He started to smile as he pulled the covers over himself and grabbed the remote to switch on the TV. Leno was on and he loved to watch the funny newspaper headlines segment.

As he watched the TV, flipping to a basketball game, he found his mind kept returning to Bulldog. He thought about his large body, his ragged salt and pepper goatee, and his sparkling steel grey eyes. He thought about the deep laugh that he let out when he found something funny, he thought about the heavy sinew covered arms, covered with tattoos and strong from the daily effort put into the controlling of his motorcycle. He thought about the man's smell, the combination of his own natural scent, which Steve found intoxicating, and the crisp fresh scent of the ivory soap that he showered with. It was that which got his mind floating to places that were of the more exotic. The smell of Bulldog. It was unlike anything that he had ever smelled before. He had a scent that was powerful yet subtle. He could not explain it, but he didn't have to even attempt to explain what that smell did to him.

As he thought about it and those grey eyes that he could just fall into and keep falling forever he started to feel the effect in the front of his underwear. He pushed the covers back and looked own at the rapidly growing tent that was forming in the pouch of his white cotton briefs. He moved his hand down to the heavy bulge that was becoming even more pronounced by the second. The heat, the heft of his manhood was incredible in his hand. He could already feel himself starting to throb as he grew stiff. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and pulled the front of them down to allow his thick hard cock to spring forth from its cotton prison.

He let his finger gently graze the now tightly stretched skin of his circumcised cock. The sensations were electric as his thumb began to trace the thick vein that ran along the top of his shaft from the base to the head. His forefinger touched the delicate spot under the head of his cock on the bottom side and he felt as if he was going to explode right then and there. He stopped for a moment and thought about how long it had been since he had allowed himself to indulge in a little personal fun. It had been far too long. He reached over and opened the drawer to the nightstand and took out the bottle of silicon-based lube that was there. He popped the cap and squirted a small amount of the liquid into the palm of his hand. He wrapped his hand around his swollen throbbing cock and started to gently slid his fist up and down as he closed his eyes and let his mind wander to another place and another time, a place and time that had not yet happened and for all he knew might not ever happen despite his intense desire for it to.

“You are so incredibly sexy,” Steve said as he looked deep into Bulldog’s eyes.

“I have waited for this for a long time. You sure you can handle me?” Bulldog said as he let his hands roam over the large hairy body of Steve.

“I don't care how big you are; I want you. I want your body, your heart, your mind, your soul. I want you, big man, and I want you now,” Steve said.

His hand was now moving up and down his thick shaft with a purpose. In his mind he was slowly lowering himself down to his knees. The big biker brute now towering over him, looking down at him like a domineering god clad in leather and denim. He had never been the kind to go for the bad boy type but there was something about Bulldog that was different. He reached up and started to unfasten Bulldog’s belt and open the button on the fly of his grimy jeans. As he pulled the fly open he was greeted with the sight of the outlaws’ large uncut cock hanging free and flaccid in his pants unencumbered by any type of underwear. He moved his hand up to take ahold of the incredible piece of manhood that hung between the big man's large hairy thighs, slowly pulling the foreskin back to reveal the shiny reddish purple head underneath.

Steve's hand was now moving faster and faster up and down his own thick shaft as he thought about the feeling of the oversized meat of Bulldog in his hand. He was getting close but he wanted this fantasy to last so he slowed his pace. He moved his mouth close to the slowly stiffening cock of Bulldog and let his lips lightly graze the top of his shaft. The big man's long pole was quickly starting to rise to its impressive size. He lifted the end of it and moved it toward his mouth. He had to maintain control to keep from cumming as he moved his hand up and down his own cock, his actions aided by the slick silicone lube. His lips moved close to the cock head of Bulldog who rested his hand on the shoulders of Steve and moved him ever closer to his meat pole with gentle pressure. His lips opened, he was only moments from taking the cock head in his mouth.

The loud ringing of his cellphone brought him back to reality and broke his concentration at the same time. A fire hose stream of thick white cum erupted from his cock, four long ropes streaked across his chest and clung to the thick forest of hair that was there. He threw his head back and slammed his free hand into the bed. He let go of his still dripping cock and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. He pressed the talk button, “Who are you and what do you want? I swear to god this better be good. What? WHAT! I don't care. Figure it out. Jesus Christ, didn't the previous manager, in all of the years that he was there, teach you people to do anything? It's not hard. Just press the reset button and the damn thing will turn off and turn itself back on after it cools down. Yes, I'm sure. Fine. Yes, I will talk to you tomorrow,” he said as he hung up the phone and let out an exasperated grunt. He looked down at the mess that he had made on his chest and belly. He got up and went to the bathroom, using his underwear to clean up the slimy load and tossing them into the hamper. He put on a fresh pair, turned out the light, and went to sleep before anything else could go wrong.

*****

“Fucking Bitch!” Steve said as he hung up the phone and stuffed his cell back into his pocket.
Bulldog was coming out of the pharmacy when he heard the sound and recognized his friend's voice. He looked in the direction of the exclamation and sure enough saw Steve standing beside his car looking distraught. He walked over wondering what in the world could make the normally cheerful and easy going bear get out of sorts to such a degree.

“Hey, Steve. Is everything okay?” Bulldog asked as he stuck out his hand to his friend.

“No, its not, but God am I glad to see you. At least you're a person I actually know who might be able to help me since that bitch on the phone was useless!” Steve said.

“Okay, well, why don't we start with what exactly she was being useless about and then see if we can figure it out from there,” Bulldog said. At the same time the words were coming out of his mouth he looked over and saw the problem for himself. Steve's keys were still hanging in the ignition of the car and the doors were locked tight. “Ahh. I see now.”

“Yeah and the fucking woman at the auto services company says she can't get a signal to the car to do a remote unlock. I don't remember my door pin number and she won't tell it to me either, she said she could reset it for me, but that would require being able to get a signal which would mean she…”

“Could just remotely unlock them. Yeah. Okay. Well, the good news is you're not totally screwed. I know a trick I can use to get the door open but you have to promise me that you won't ask questions. Just chalk it up to ‘outlaw biker knowledge.’ The bad news is that if I get the door open, you are gonna owe me a huge favor. Anything I want, anytime. One favor. Think you can handle that?” Bulldog said as Steve looked at him with a curious look. “I promise the favor won't be anything illegal or dangerous. You have my word.”

“OK…sure I can go along with this. If nothing else, you have my interested piqued at this point. Hell, if you can get my car open I will do just about anything you could ask. I do not want to have to pay 150 bucks to a lock smith for something so stupid,” Steve said. Bulldog smiled and turned toward the car door. He lifted the door handle and pressed a series of digits into the control panel. It was a much longer sequence than a normal keyless entry pin but after more than dozen key presses the door lock suddenly popped open.

“There you go!” Bulldog said stepping back with a
voila
flourish to his hand.

“How did you…?”

“All of these models have an emergency access bypass code for things like small children, elderly people, and pets who might be locked in the car. It's not common knowledge, of course, but I have a guy who taught it to me who used to work in a dealership,” Steve put his arms around Bulldog and hugged him tight.

“Thank you so much,” he said and then, realizing that the sexuality of the big biker brute might not be something that would be good to have public knowledge, backed off quickly and “butched” up his behavior. Bulldog smiled in gratitude for that.

“No problem. Now, as for that favor that you owe me, I think I'm going to cash in right now. What say you and I go out to grab a bite to eat one day soon, away from the coffee house?”

“Sure, I would like that. We can go grab a bite at Burger Hut or Shoney's, they have that lunch buffet. I guess you're a big eater huh,” Bulldog got a look on his face of disappointment. Suddenly like a lightning bolt, it hit Steve what he had missed. “Wait, were you asking me out on a date, BD?”