Keith 'n' Matt: A Certain Street
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_Another story from me... With depth! It's gonna be a series.
Warning: this story contains sex between under-age boys and adults. Everybody who can't stand that, turn away.
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Now left, through the corridor between the houses, there would be the fence, yes the fence. And it was still there. Of course. Quickly and skilfully Keith climbed up the piled up garbage, with one foot he made the pile collapse as he was over, then he jumped and ran on. Probably the persecutors could only see his long feline tail disappear around the edge. He could hear them shout and yell, but he ran on, away.
There was the empty house, his small hideout. Not the house itself, rather the basement. The window was broken, and with his slender feline body he was able to slip inside easily. He knew, nobody could follow him here. So she took the moment to relax and catch the breath again.
Keith sat down in a corner, where he had spread some stained blankets a long time ago, stretched and sighed. Damn. They had ripped his shirt. Holes had been in them before, but now it was totally ripped. He couldn't go out with that any more, everybody would look, and people could recognise him. So he took it off.
The loot. Ridiculous. He had been able to pick pocket the guy at the entrance of the shop, then he had grabbed whatever he had been able to get and ran. And that was the reason to persecute him like he had robbed a bank? If he had stumbled, they had probably beaten the shit out of him. The shop owner was obviously very choleric.
Okay, a small bags of crisps, a small bottle of... ew... diet coke. And he had lost the dip for the crisps. At least a meal for one evening. What about the wallet? ID, driving licence, not even a credit card. Seven quid. Loser. He took the money out of it and would drop the wallet into a shrubbery later. Someone will find it, realise it's empty and give it to police or something.
Keith started to munch the crisps. Another shop he had to avoid from now. Who cares, it was a very big city, shops without an end, everywhere. And, who knew, if he would pickpocket in the right areas he wouldn't need to steal, he would be able to actually buy something. Much safer.
Plus, his feet were hurting once again. Escaping was very exhausting. Last time there had been a bleeding wound left, not very bad, but it had reminded him that there were better ways to get money than thieving. Not to forget, with money he could afford somewhat like a motel room, where he could shower and sleep in an actual bed.
He needed money. Badly. With pickpocketing he could only get enough to feed himself, but he had other needs. And he knew where he could get money, although he didn't like the place. And the job.
Keith stretched and sighed. His fur was dull, he was sure he was smelling, more than the usual smell of a cat. But he was healthy. And if he kept his price low, there shouldn't be a problem.
He sighed grabbed the bottle and stood up, heading to a certain street.
It was summer. And it was warm. Keith leaned against a streetlight near the kerb, sipped occasionally and waited. For the sun to go down and the cars to appear. And to stop.
There was a street for every desire. Some lanes north, people could get real women of the night, mature and usual. A bit in the east, people could get men who had decided to become women. So many possibilities... This here wasthe street for Keith. For under-age boys. Of course that was illegal, and very immorally, but so was everything Keith did. And it brought money.
He was fifteen. But he had done this since thirteen. And it wasn't like it was no fun. He was far from judging the filthy rich businessmen who stopped with their limos to pick him up. Blow job, money, end. Hey, he was stealing from poor furs, how could he judge?
There were other boys, on the other site of the street. Poor bums. Probably somebody was behind them, taking their money, beating them up if they hadn't got enough.
A car braked and dragged him out of his thoughts forcefully. Keith put the bottle down and bent down to the window, which opened. "Hey, sweetie," he said. Gosh, he still could it. Lie and grin. It was so simple.
"Hey, boy, what's your price?"
"I'd say, ten for a blow job."
"And what about your butt?"
"Twenty with condom, thirty without."
"Get in," the voice said and the door opened
Keith did as demanded and found himself on a awfully comfy back seat next to a well groomed mid-aged wolf in business suit. Not too bad. Those guys paid and didn't try any tricks. The boy could go to the press. Too risky.
"A bit through the city," the wolf said to the driver and then closed the shield between them. Then he grinned at Keith and patted the leather right next to him. Keith smiled back and sat down next to the wolf. He felt his arm embrace his body.
The paw ruffled through his fur. Keith cuddled up to the stranger, professionally. Fake love, no problem. For one month he hadn't been forced to do that. He had been cheaper before, but he had realised he was getting older and had gained some more muscles and so on. His body looked good, very good. People should pay for the right to have it.
The businessman's paw went to his pants and opened them. Then the wolf also pushed down his shorts and provided view and access to his maleness. With faked shyness and innocence, Keith reached out and touched the head of the lupine penis, still hidden in its sheath. Keith rubbed tenderly and watched the cock grow out of the furry sheath, grow to its full size, quite big, Keith had to admit. He didn't mind.
He bent forward and got into a more comfortable position to be able to please the lupine maleness with his mouth. With his tongue he touched the glans, took a taste, let he muscle wander around on the most sensitive flesh, his paw rubbing the shaft softly. The wolf moaned, his fingers ruffled Keith' back fur. Keith made his lips embrace the cock, rubbed harder, and listened to the wolf moan louder. The cat moved his head down, taking half of the shaft into his muzzle, moved up, his lips tight around the male meat.
As he repeated those movements, very movement going a bit deeper, Keith heard the wolf mumble and groan in passion. Professionally the cat continued pleasing the wolf, intensified the movements, faster, and felt the wolf's paw stroking through his fur more forcefully. After some minutes of pleasing movements Keith felt the body stiffen
up, then suddenly the wolf's hips thrust upwards, forcing him to take the entire penis into his mouth, and the wolf came with a loud grunt right into his throat.
The wolf panted and stroked over Keith' head while he had heavy problems to catch breath again. But he didn't spit, he swallowed it all, and after collecting himself he looked up to the wolf with his faked-innocently face. They loved that. And then he cuddled up. Extra service.
"Get your pants down," the wolf said after some minutes.
Keith nodded, opened his pants and pushed them down. He felt the wolf's big paws wrap around his butt, gasped playfully as they squeezed him there. Knowing what the wolf wanted, Keith used his own paws to stroke the lupine cock to its full and throbbing splendour. Keith moved closer to the wolf, until he could feet the warm body on his
fur. Then the wolf spread his buttocks, and Keith lowered over the cock.
Of course it hurt, the big lupine cock right into his tail hole, without lube or anything like that. But Keith swallowed the pain. The customers didn't want to hear him whine, they only wanted groans of pleasure from him. He needed some seconds for the pain to fade, he got those from a small trick: Hugging the customer tenderly. After half a minute the pain had faded, and Keith was used to the feeling of the hot piece of male meat in him.
Then Keith moved up and down, slowly and carefully. He knew he was very tight, not only due to his age, and soon he could hear the wolf express the huge pleasure he was feeling. The big cock rubbed against Keith' insides, his prostate in particular, giving himself hot pleasure. The feline penis was erect and pressed against the wolf's still dressed stomach. If Keith would climax, it will all splash against the clothes, but that wasn't his problem.
With sharp movements, Keith brought the customer and himself quite quick to the edge of the climax. The loud groans of the wolf told him he was very close, and Keith was also managing hard to hold it back. He moved even faster, eyes clenched, arms around the wolf, faster, the wolf grunted louder, louder, his head tilted, his paws dug into Keith' back. The knot formed in his shaft, stretching Keith' tail hole additionally, it moved up, stimulating the boy's prostate once more.
That was too much for Keith, he came right with the wolf, he felt the customer's semen splashing in his insides. His own cock released the load, against the wolf's clothes, of course.
Some seconds later, Keith could thankfully move up and let the lupine cock slip out of his arse. Semen leaked out of his tail hole, and it hurt. But that will fade. He cuddled up to the customer again. The wolf kissed him tenderly. Keith kissed back.
After some more minutes of cuddling, the wolf knocked on the shield and nodded at Keith. The boy picked up his pants, pulled them up and smiled. Gosh, false smiles, so easy...
"How much do I owe you?"
"Uhh, forty."
The wolf grabbed his wallet, produced a fifty and handed it over. Keith stared at it, took it quickly, and kissed the wolf again. The car stopped. Keith got out and waved until the car left and he could relax.
His butt still hurt, but fifty quid aren't bad. Just enough for a cheap motel room. From one customer. Yes, he could still do it. So why stop now? He could get more. One or two more customers, and it's enough to live off for a week. He could as well try.
But not before his butt had stopped aching. So he retreated into the darkness of a gab between two houses and leaned against a wall. Then his ears perked. Shouting. Screaming. Oh, nothing unusual around hear. Sounded like someone getting beaten up. Keith would go and watch. Of course not going into the fight. That'd be stupid.
Around the corner they were. A group of almost adult furs, beating up somebody. The poor thing was already lying on the ground, but the attackers added some kicks. Then they spit on the injured person.
"And if we find ya here ever again, they're gonna hafta scratch ya from the asphalt." With those words the three people left through the street.
Wow, Keith thought. If head been on the street some minutes before, they would have gotten him as well. Now the cat boy stared at the curled body of a young fox. Yeah, the street was hard. You need to watch where you are...
Keith wanted to leave. But he kept staring at the boy on the ground, who was quietly sobbing. Better to go... but he couldn't. He just couldn't. If he left now, would he be any better than those mean folks who just beat up a helpless and way younger boy. So Keith went over and squatted down.
"Hey," he whispered. "Hey, are you alright?"
"No," the fox sobbed out after some minutes. "No, I'm not..." He tried to hide his face with his paws.
"Poached in the wrong area, eh?" Keith decided to stroke over the fox's body softly. "Come, get up from the concrete," he said with a soothe voice.
The boy moved the paws away from his face. He had brown eyes, although one of it was black now. The boy's nose was bleeding and Keith was sure, under his orange fur bruises will shine through before the night was over. He helped the boy up and supported him while they left the public street.
"Here, have some crisps..." Keith said. Crisps was everything that were around and that he could offer. The coke was still on that street. But the fox refused. Probably his stomach would keep it for long anyway.
The boy stared on the ground, not sure what to think of this. First he got beaten up, now another boy just took him into some kind of basement. He was totally sore, if he had something in his stomach he would be throwing up now and he was shivering, although it wasn't cold in the basement. His fluffy tail was between his legs.
"Well, you could finally talk to me, you know." Keith flipped a crisp into his own muzzle. "Who knows who'd've picked ya up if I hadn't helped ya. A bit appreciation, please."
The fox looked up to the cat. "Th-thank you," he finally breathed out.
"A good start. What's your name? And why have you been on that street. Oh, wait, I know why, but didn't you know that it was Don Gee's area?"
"I... did, yes, I did know. But I needed the money, desperately."
"Know that feeling. Are you free? Who's your pimp?"
"Don Gee used to be... well... he kind of kicked me out..."
"Wow. You need to tell people how you did that."
"I have no idea." The fox sighed. "No idea."
"If you go there, you should at least know how to hide from Don Gee's thugs."
"I... know now..." A pulled a face as he tried to move. "God..."
"Easy, easy..." Keith said. "May I know your name?"
"Oh... oh, I'm Matt..."
Yeah, their names were Matt or Max or Tommy or something like that. Short names for the street. And names you can yell while slapping a face.
"Well, Matt, I'm Keith."
"Hi, Keith."
And so the conversation had died. Keith couldn't get his eyes away from the poor fox's face. There was something in that face, Keith couldn't really figure it out, but there was something that made him stare. He had to admit, even with the black eye and the piece of cloth in the nose, the face had something beautiful. Deep brown eyes, looking very sad at the moment, but that only made them even more wonderful. The vulpine muzzle, the ear with nice black tips, the entire orangey-red fur... he needed to say something before Matt would notice him staring. "Say... how old are you?" Ugh... wrong.
"Ermm... fourteen... I think, not quite sure." Matt tried to move into a more comfortable position and groaned out loud. "Aww crap..." He pressed his paws against his rips. "Jeez, I think something's broken..."
"Let me take a look," Keith said and leaned forward.
He touched the fox's paws and moved them away, slowly and gently. He started to feel Matt's sides. "Does that hurt?" The fox shook his head. "Here? And here?" The fox made a rather hurt noise. "Hmm... no, doesn't seem broken. You'll just get a lot of bruises." Keith looked up and noticed the fox's face just centimetres in front of his. And there was it again, the warm feeling as he looked into the other boy's face. He couldn't help it.
Their lips connected. The moment stretched up to an eternity, an eternity Keith was heavily enjoying. He enjoyed the touch of the lips, until he realised what he was doing. He opened his eyes again and quickly retreated. "I... I'm sorry... I..."
"Did I complain?" The fox smiled weakly.
Keith sighed. He was rather startled of himself. "We should try to sleep. Don't worry, you're save here."
"I hope so..."
"See, I just cover the window with that wood, then nobody can see us."
"Yes, I see..." Matt grabbed the blankets around himself and covered his sore body up. He wasn't shivering any more, but tired.
"Night," Keith said in his corner, took the lamp and blew out the light.
"Night," Matt whispered.
So that was it. Keith had just taken someone into his secret hideout. Once he had made himself some rules for security. One of it was not to show anyone the hideout. He had borken many of htem before, but never, ever, the hideout-rule. Well, now he'd done. And he didn't feel bad about it.
He hadn't been able to help it, he'd just had to help that fox. To know he was actually alright was making him feel good as well. And about the kiss... It had been his first kiss. His first real kiss. No faked feelings, nothing acted. A real kiss.
He noticed that he was staring again in the darkness. His feline eyes provided him an unclear view at the fox, wrapped in blanket. The younger boy was turning and turning. Keith wasn't sure if he could sleep now.
"Keith?" the fox suddenly said, almost making the cat jump.
"Yeah?"
"I know we don't really know each other and so on... but..."
"What'sup?"
"Could you... sleep here? Next to me? I kinda can't sleep all alone..."
"Of course," Keith said an moved over to Matt. "No problem."
"Thanks..." Matt whispered. There was a bit of embarrassment in his voice.
Keith put one arm around the vulpine body and suddenly felt the other boy cuddling up to him. He was surprised for a moment, then smiled, wrapped the blankets around his body as well, cuddled back, and finally both boys fell asleep in a tender embrace.
And Keith was doing something he hadn't done for years: He was purring.