Chapter 3: The None Too Subtle Perks Of Road Life

Chapter 3: The None Too Subtle Perks Of Road Life

Room 42, Kings Canyon Motel, Roadside Motel, Unknown City, South Dakota....

      The inescapable call of nature shattered the slumber of a formerly snoring naked man with short dark brown hair and a thick scruffy beard that lined a handsome face with rugged features, he appeared to have been in his early thirties as he pulled back the crisp white sheet that lined the bed due to the thick comforter being absent following his discarding of it the previous night as he took note of the slumbering blonde lying on her side next to him. She'd been equally naked and had her back to him where her exposed backside was in full view of his vision along with the lining of her spine as she continued to drool over the white fluffy pillow she currently occupied. The stench of sex and sweat filled the air and various articles of their mutually shed attire littered the floor amid tossed pillows and the thick brown comforter that came with the bed. 

Shaking off the final haze of sleep, the bearded man got to his feet exposing his heavily muscular form and impressive appendage that would have dangled carelessly at his knee had he not been aroused as he slowly stepped between articles of clothing passing a pair of heavy black laced boots and a nearby motorcycle cut that was draped across the back of a light colored medium sized wooden arm chair with red cushions on the back and seat portion of it. The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. 

The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings. 

He stood at an impressive height, all things considered, being six two had it's definite benefits and he seemed to delight in looking down at people, insignificant people cowered in fear at his towering presence, women also seemed to flock to him due to his height after finding themselves intrigued by it. Most of the time they'd start a conversation that ended up with them on a quest to see what else had been massive in size when it came to him. More often than not, they were pleasantly surprised by the fact that he was hung quite low in the mid department. 

The bearded man approached the toilet bowl listening to the sound of the rushing yellow stream that had been his newly released urine as he felt the relief come to his previously aching bladder. With his free left hand, he scratched the surface of his beard enjoying the sensation of it for a moment before aiming with his other large slightly tanned hand into the waiting bowl below. He briefly reflected on the wild night he had previously and smirked when he recalled picking up the blonde for a night ride at a local bar and grill. 

The drink kept flowing and the boys got a bit rowdy, but nothing beat life on the open road, especially not when he'd been fresh off an odd job with a pocket full of money and no one to answer to aside from the open road. He enjoyed bedding women almost as much as he enjoyed being out on the road with nothing aside from the wind and the hum of the engine to keep him company other than his gang of poised riders with bikes of their own. 

He smirked as he took note of the high concentration of ammonia that filled the bathroom in tandem with the lingering scent of sex and sweat from the previous night's events. His teeth were perfect rows of pearly white razors that seemed to make his already impressive and handsome face stand out as he finished up at the toilet bowl and moved toward the porcelain white sink. He heard the sound of the delayed flushing as he turned on the silver faucett and began washing his hands via the soap dispenser that rested on the flatter part of sink. 

From the mirror on the wall before him, his finely chiseled chest with deep and defined muscle tone stood out along with the sparse dark brown chest hairs and the washboard abs that made up his torso. His arms were quite impressive as well large enough to crush another grown man's head should he be so inclined to do so. His legs were long and powerful, and given to their own muscle detail as he stood staring at himself via the mirror above the sink.  

He took note of the thick hairs that surrounded his armpits and crotch as he finally finished washing his hands and splashed a bit of water on his bearded face awakening fully in the process. His eyes of the most fascinating shade of grey seemed almost hypnotic to anyone whom had not been him when gazed upon directly and they appeared to hold something of a predatory sway about them as he stared into the mirror. The faint glow of a yellowish colored hue behind them as he let out a short growl. 

Another smirk filed across his handsome bearded face as he found himself staring back at the wolf that lurked deep within greeting him like an old friend at the turn of the morning. Unlike most of the werewolves he'd heard of when he had been on his travels, he was born with the soul of a beast and had the purest blood of his kind. 

The clueless mortals whose towns they passed through were always uneasy around them but never knew that they kept their true identities secret among them in the light of day and even more so at night unless provoked or given to the call of the full moon's song. Rolling into offshoot little towns as rowdy bikers was one thing, but being out on the hunt as full blown wolves was something else.

Being the restless sort, it was his idea to ride cross country, leading a few of his fellow brothers along the highways with the wind at their back while they saw what the world had to offer. He was never one for staying huddled in one place when there was much to see and do out beyond the strict boundaries of their initial home and he wasn't the sort to like taking orders from an old man whom had only ventured out in the world in his youth and never saw a thing, even if  the old man had been his own father, Fitzgerald "Fitz"Scott Kenneally, whom was the Alpha of The Moonwood Pack.

Still staring at his reflection in a bid to quell the wolf within, thirty one year old, Marrok Phalen Kenneally shut off the faucette and turned his attention back to the sleeping blonde back in the main room. She'd been totally clueless about his status as a werewolf and he was pleased about it. She was shocked about his overwhelming libido and aggressive play at first, but she came to enjoy it and repeatedly participated in various rounds of "encores"until the sun came up. 

Marrok known as "Brick" to his gang and his father of course, climbed back into bed causing it to dip from the added weight as the blonde seemed to roll toward him and he slowly began to kiss the exposed soft flesh of her neck and shoulders causing her to slowly awaken and turn to face him. She seemed to take note of his lingering arousal and slowly climbed into his arms kissing his lips and pulling him closer as she pressed her rather large breasts against his bare chest.

There were quite a few perks pertaining  to the wonders of road life it seemed.