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Viktor Vasko appreciated many things. Good vodka. A shift without complications. A steady paycheck. Good company and good conversations, especially during the more dull and quiet moments of the job. Enter one Rocky Rickaby, a noodle-armed young cat who talked like a politician. Particularly when it came to an interesting read he'd just started, like "Pride and Prejudice", which he loved to recite during their longer midnight drives for whiskey. Viktor endured the brunt of this torture as he drove the Lackadaisy's Ford Model T down a long stretch of country road and his torturer sat comfortably in the passenger seat. How the younger man could talk for so long was beyond the stoic Russian's understanding. "Anyway," Rocky caught his breath before continuing to recite a chapter. "'They were in fact very fine ladies; not deficient in good humor when they were pleased, nor in the power of making themselves agreeable when they chose it, but proud and conceited. They were rather handsome, had been educated in one of the first private seminaries in town, had a fortune of twenty thousand pounds, were in the habit of spending more than they ought, and of associating with people of rank, and were therefore in every respect entitled to think well of themselves, and meanly of others. They were of a respectable family in the north of England; a circumstance more deeply impressed on their memories than that their brother's fortune and their own had been acquired by trade...'" Viktor let out a tired trilling noise that sounded more like a growl. "Enough talk from you," he groaned. "If I must hear more about Bingley sisters, I will kill you." "Aww, why do you say that? People love this book, and they've loved it when I discussed it with them. Why don't they? Why, I'm world famous from St. Louis all the way to New York and Barcelona and Paris for my eloquent speech and song!" "No, you are not," Viktor bluntly replied. Rocky let out an indignant huff and crossed his arms. "Well, what would you propose that I do to pass the time?" he asked, pouting. "The entire drive between here and our cash is an hour or so-" Rocky fell completely silent the instant he heard a familiar sound: a gentleman's trousers being unzipped, and the fly unbuttoned open. Heavenly male musk filled the dark, cramped interior of the moving automobile, and Rocky purred as his eyes traveled downward. Right between the spread, thick-legs belonging to Viktor, who wore an impassive smile as he held the steering wheel with his left paw and stroked his freed feline member with his right, all five fingers already slick with pre-cum. "Better use for that big mouth," Viktor said. "Difference use for oral skills too." Rocky feverishly nodded his head. He stared fixated at the larger cat's thick shaft and drooled head. He leaned closer to sniff at it, then nudged Viktor's fist away to deeply inhale the heavenly manhood that simply hung there, between two large thighs. Not that it was difficult for Rocky to lean closer. His soft whiskers tickled Viktor's bobbing shaft, then were replaced by a wet, rough feline tongue that developed the head and eventually more. The sudden suction nearly caused the stoic Russian to gasp aloud. It nearly gave him the chance to give into the urge of pausing the drive and focus all his energy on fucking that pretty little mouth. Yeah, Viktor Vasko appreciated many things. More than anything, the big, burly feline enjoyed a good blow job. Particularly one from someone with enough experience like Rocky. The kid honestly knew what he was doing. He grasped his low hanging balls with one paw and repeatedly circled his tongue around his leaky head while providing thorough enthusiasm. Most of the other homosexuals that Viktor encountered usually saw servicing him as more of an extra step towards getting railed, like foreplay. They viewed it as the first part of initiation that was required and mutual, always quid pro quo and never something to eagerly try out. Not to Rocky though. Young Rocky slurped and slobbered to his heart's content. He barely even nicked the skin whenever the old Ford hit patches of uneven dirt. If anything, it caused the cheeky cat to swallow even more of his mentor's mast. Placing his head at the perfect angle and Rocky could suddenly deep throat. Viktor dared not think about what would happen if a passing car, let alone one belonging to an officer of the law, pass them by and spotted what was happening. He did not want to consider it. The thrill of it, though send jolts of electric excitement up and down his tail as it wagged against his ankles, and his foot remained steady on the gas pedal. His rigid cock throbbed at the thrill of possibly being caught. It made dollops of pre leak evermore onto his protege's bobbing lips, who intern tasted that salty nectar and sucked even more vigorously. At some point in their journey, Rocky reluctantly pulled himself away from the pulsing cock to speak up. His molten ears remained folded, and he panted between deep purring noises. "Mmm, am I doing well, Viktor?" he asked, planting another kiss on Viktor's cock tip, making it throb from the attention. "I try not to scrape you like you asked." He nodded with a grunt of approval without looking away from the road. "Hmm. No gag reflex is good," he replied briskly. "You have been practicing. That is very good..." The cheeky lad let out a snicker. "Oh, woe is me!" he whispered dramatically against that addictive dick. "My poor immortal soul, corrupted by the salacious Theban practices. Lest I-mmfh!" Victor promptly settled his right fingers between his student's folded ears, then strongly encouraged him to continue sucking him off further. Rocky complied, but not without continuing his monologue around the length, mumbling with barely coherent words. He occasionally would laugh but eventually returned to worshiping the head of that Russian dick without a care in the world. And said Russian did not complain either. The rising and falling tongue of that talkative young man still did the trick. The road remained quiet and lonely. A house or barn would appear every so often. Viktor silently imagined his life beyond being a rum runner, a trigger man, a criminal. He imagined owning a small farm in the middle of the countryside. He imagined waking up each morning and falling asleep in the bed of someone he deeply cared about. He imagined the 'Theban practices', as Rocky colorfully described earlier, that would be conducted in the bedroom. The eyepatch itched. Viktor shook his head, narrowing one eye on the road, another part of himself trying to focus on those soft lips swallowing most of his shaft and making the burly feline purr with pleasure. He let out repeated grants and snarls that made crescendos. As if on perfect queue, Rocky tugged on Viktor's balls, then swallowed the entirety of his length. Viktor slammed his foot on the brakes and lurched his hips forward in the seat. They flung slightly back into the seat due to the unexpected momentum. Neither feline would have noticed, certainly not Viktor. His pubic fur and parts of his trousers were buried in the other cat's whiskers. Within seconds, Viktor snarled out a series of Russian expletives, grabbing onto the cocksucker's cranium as he thrusted forward one final time, hissing with greedy teeth as he climax down the velvet throat belonging to his fellow bootlegger. Rocky swallowed every ounce and purred around the flaccid member before finally pulling up for air. "Hey Viktor," he murdered while kissing the slick head again. "Want me to tell you more about the book I've been reading?" Smirking down at his horny protege, Viktor Vasko started to drive again. "After we grab whiskey," he said. "Then you tell me all about it for the rest of the night."