by Lee, Mason
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.
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“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 com
mon 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?”
“You know what, just forget it. I was stupid to even ask. I have to go. I’m glad you got the car open, was happy I could help. See you at the coffee house tomorrow?” Bulldog said.
“Now you just wait one minute! You can't just ask a person out on a date and then get all embarrassed and walk off without even hearing their answer. I know you're a biker but there is no need to be rude,” Steve said with a wink.
“Uhhh, I'm a biker. Rude is kind of what I do.”
“I'm not done talking, you didn’t let me finish. I would love to go out on a date with you. I just wasn't sure that was what was going on, you know, with you being….well, what you are and this town being what it is, I wasn't sure that you were asking me another man to go out but if that was the case then yes, I would love to. Hell, I have been fighting the urge to ask you out since the first minute I realized we…were alike,” Steve said. The sudden burst of assertiveness over the situation actually put Bulldog at ease.
“Okay then, if that’s how you feel. Then yes, I would love to go out on a date with you and I have gotten to the point that I don't give a damn what the people of this Podunk town think about me or my lifestyle. I am sick and tired of being what everyone else wants me to be. So yes, Steve, I am asking you to go out with me tomorrow night for dinner and who the hell knows what else! We might actually go out for a movie too and see how scandalous we can get in the eyes of this back water shit hole of a town!” Bulldog said with a grin.
“Good! Then I accept. And you can pick me up at my house at 7! 1245 Hunser Road.”
“Okay, I'll be there!” Bulldog said as he walked off and got onto his bike and rode away. Steve suddenly realized that was without a doubt the weirdest asking for date that probably had ever occurred and then started to laugh. He got into this car and started to pull out of the parking space when he realized he had still not gotten into the pharmacy to pick up his order. He laughed out loud again and got out of the car, this time making sure he had his keys in his hand.
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Bulldog pulled his Harley to a stop in front of Steve's house promptly at five minutes before seven. He didn't want to appear to be too early but at the same time he didn't want to waste a single minute that he had the chance to spend with Steve. He got off his bike and walked to the front door. After ringing the bell, he felt like a kid waiting for Christmas as he waited for Steve to answer the door. It took a couple of minutes and at first Bulldog started to wonder if he was being cast off. Suddenly the door opened and Steve was standing there in a pressed white shirt, with the collar open, and a pair of khakis. He looked even better than he did normally at work, even though he was dressed almost the same as he would have been at the coffee house. Bulldog was dressed in a hunter green microfiber shirt with a beige tie with small diamonds on it and a pair of brown khakis with hiking boots and black socks underneath. He had even put on a sexier pair of underwear and a white crew neck t-shirt. He felt like a history professor. Truth be told, he felt more like a dork.
“Wow, you look….great!” Bulldog said as he looked at his companion for the evening.
“And you look very different. I like it. You clean up nice, big man.” Steve said.
“Thanks, I feel weird. It's been a long time since I had clothes like these on. Anyway. Shall we get going?” Bulldog said.
“I think we should.” Steve responded. “Oh, by the way, I have a question, kind of personal, I hope you don't mind.” Steve asked.
“Shoot.”
“Well, just for tonight, considering that we are out on a nice date and we are both dressed the way we are, I was wondering if it was okay if I asked your real name? You don't have to tell me if you…”
“Lucas.” Bulldog said. For some strange reason he felt 100% comfortable telling that to Steve, but he could not explain why.
“Lucas, huh? Wow, really, that's kind of cool. I never met a biker named Lucas before.” Steve replied
“Well then, Steve, shall we head out? I have reservations at Café Roma for 8 and it's a bit of a drive to McKinley.
“I would be honored, Lucas. I assume we’re taking my car?” He said.
“Yeah, might be best. Unless you wanted to take the bike,” Bulldog replied.
“Whatever's best for you. But if we take my car, I have to stop and get gas. Café Roma. I have heard good things about that place,” Steve said as they walked down the walk to the driveway and got into the car.
*****
The night started well but ended up with them having taco salads at the Taco Shack on Route 7. The trouble began when the waiter started to make fun of Bulldog for the way that he ordered the food and then for the selection of wine. Things then broke down even further with the manager eventually getting involved with the argument between the waiter and Bulldog. The biker got up and stormed out of the place without even paying the bill for the appetizers or the wine. After they ate at the Mexican cantina, they made their way back to Steve's house. Bulldog felt like a total failure, having not even been able to pull off being normal for one night out on the town with a great guy that he was crazy about.
“Well, this was a total disaster. I'm sorry that things went so bad. I should have known that this was a bad idea,” Bulldog said.
“Hey! Hey you. NO! That's not your fault. Those people, they were just assholes. If they were not able to see the good guy in front of them then that is their fault. I don't care what others think, I am happy that you asked me out,” Steve responded.
“Yeah, but it was so embarrassing for you to be in the middle of that,” Bulldog said.
“Truth is, it didn't bother me one bit. But…if it's an issue for you then next time we will just have to have our date here and I will have to break down and fix a nice home cooked meal for you. I imagine it's been a while since you have had one,” Steve said.
“I understand you don't want…wait, next time. You mean you want to see me again? Like this? I mean, like not just buddies at the coffee house?” Bulldog asked.
“Yes, Lucas Williams…” he made it a point to call him by his real name and not his biker name. The sound of it in Bulldog’s ears was both foreign and somehow comforting at the same time. “I want to see you again. I like you. I want to get to know you and see, well I guess see where things go. If you are willing to deal with the drama from your club brothers then I can deal with the ridicule of this close-minded town. I have a feeling that you're worth it,” Steve said as he leaned forward and kissed Bulldog lightly on the lips before stepping back and smiling as he opened the door.
“Uhhhh…Goodnight,” Bulldog said as he smiled back.
“Goodnight,” Steve replied and walked into the house closing the door behind him.
One thing that Steve said was true: there would be drama with the pack over this. So much drama, in fact, that Bulldog wasn’t sure if he was fully prepared for it. But then again, he thought, that might not be a bad thing. “Things need to be shaken up a bit every now and then,” he said as he stepped off the porch and walked to his bike. He felt like a long ride right then, with just him, the road and the moonlight. Things were going to be changing, and he hoped h
e was ready for it.
To be continued…
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