Backseat Driver
This story was inspired by the picture "Backseat Driver" Backseat Driver by
Icelyon
The young wolf fidgeted as he sat there in front of the stained mirror, the location he was in the very antithesis of what he'd imagined his nineteenth birthday to be: The staff room of a gay bar, and not just any gay bar. Pink Tails was indeed one of the lowest places you could end up at - and the depravity attracted strange customers. Rich customers. Most of them in their mid-forties to fifties, lusting for young males Oh there was the occasional hermaphrodite or she-male, but most of the regulars wore business attire and came here to unwind after work, which most of the time involved hundreds of millions of dollars spent or earned like others buy a hot-dog.
Today saw a lot of firsts: It was his first day doing a real performance before a real audience, his first day pole-dancing like a professional - or at least he tried his best to. It was the first day he showed his... his private parts to more than one stranger. He sighed and couldn't help but blush again, the very idea of these people watching him writhe and rub his sheath making him shudder - but he couldn't help but feel strangely aroused by it. He pulled the money from the elastic ban on his thigh - 40 dollars. Was that good? Was it a lot? He briefly considered taking the money and running off, but immediately brushed that idea aside - the owners of the establishment wouldn't react kindly to thievery, and the way his boss, a huge bull with muscles bulging and a strict gaze, had nodded at him told him that he knew *exactly* how many dollars he had there. No word needed to be spoken. The wolf sighed and stuffed the money into the slot of a locked money box that had been anchored to the dirty and stained desk.
His performance had been lousy, he knew that. It took him very long to get over himself and get into it, despite several training sessions with his boss and the head bouncer. That bouncer, a great-looking doberman with kind manners, was the only reason he was here actually. Picked him off a train station where he'd been sitting, waiting for several days after that incident with his parents, him running away from home and all. Well it wasn't true, they kicked him out. He had no doubt that they would've arranged something for him, he was their son after all, but wanted nothing of it. The words that had been spoken... it was too much.
He suppressed a sob, swallowing the pain and rubbing his eyes, looking down on himself.
He was still dressed in that pink tank top that they gave him, his shiny black fur illuminated by the light of the glow sticks around his neck and those self-illuminating bracelets he wore around his arms and feet. The fact that he wore no pants or trousers came with the job of course. He was a gay runaway, dressed like a slut. No, he was a slut, wasn't he? The wolf sighed heavily again and was about to remove the glow sticks around his neck when a card on the desk caught his attention - it had his name on it.
Oh no...
He swallowed a lump in his throat. A "customer".
While it had been made very clear to him on day one that they might be... "personal services" required of him, he never figured it would happen, well, so soon! Trembling he reached for the card, and turned it around.
"Mr. Whittaker, 03:30am"
He looked at the wall clock, and gasped. He hadn't even fully processed what he was expected to be doing and was already 5 minutes late. The thought of running away came into mind again but he balled his paws into fists and stood up.
"I'm gonna do this", he said to no one in particular.
Opening the door to the hallway he was greeted with the sight of a muscular outline - a firm, but somehow understanding nod of the canine bouncer told him all he needed to know. He went deeper down the dark hallway, away from the guest area with the pulsing music and toward the rear entrance. He closed his eyes and breathed once, then turned the knob.
The sparsely lit alleyway was flooded in orange-red light of two rusty street lamps, which made the sight before him even more shocking. A flawless white stretch limousine was standing right there in front of the back entrance. He shuddered, the night was chilly and he had no pants on. Not that he was gonna need any.
He gulped. A car this nice could only mean one thing: Someone very rich, but also very, very ugly.
The driver's door opened, and exiting it was sleek dark creature in a flawless suit - an orca in his thirties. He smiled and walked around to the other side, grasping one of the doorhandles and opening it. With a very professional and inviting gesture he motioned the frightened wolf to enter. The young would-be prostitute steeled himself and stepped closer, ducking as he climbed inside - and immediately yipped in surprise as a warm, gentle touch on his rump surprised him. But as soon as it was there it was gone again, the door closing behind him with a robust thud. The darkness lasted only a brief moment, until an audible click brought eerie indirect light, letting the wolf see his customer for the first time.
He was shocked. He would never have expected *this*.
There before him, on the back seat facing him, sat a young lion - he had to be his age, or maybe even younger. He wore blue expensive-looking jeans and a pearl-white shirt that was unbuttoned, exposing his glorious chest. He was was actually bigger than the wolf but there was something about his eyes, the way he looked almost... nervous?
"I'm.. uh.. I'm sorry if I... I hope..." the lion said, looking at the floor.
He was stunned. If the sensual form of his body had not enchanted him, the young, suave voice certainly did.
"My... my name's Charley", the young pole-dancer lied, "I'm... told you're looking for... beautiful.. er, I mean, I'm told you're looking for some company"
The wolf stared in disbelief - the lion was blushing! He looked at him with dreamy eyes, and then blurted out, "I did not.. expect this"
They both looked up as they heard the driver's door close through the nontransparent wall separating the driver from the passenger area, the engine starting. The car was starting to move. They looked at each other and their eyes met. They lingered. He did not know how long he stared, only that at some point he could feel the lion's breath, smell his amazing scent. They both inched closer toward each other. Noses touched, making them both close their eyes.
What was this? Was this how prostitution worked? No, something was wrong here... nobody told him that it would...
A warmth on the wolf's lips broke his train of thought and he opened his eyes in surprise.
This was not just a kiss. The moment he slung his arms around the beautiful stranger the wolf realized that he had never kissed anyone before. Fooled around with, yes. Getting caught by his strictly religious parents in the process, for sure. He looked at the leonine being in his arms and felt as if he was floating. His muzzle opened a bit as the lion opened his, tongues extending, pressing carefully against each other, then the lion got bolder and sneaked his tongue into the lupine maw, making his prostitute gasp in surprise. When the wolf pulled himself tightly against the lion, the rich youth noticed something.
There was something wrong here. Or... rather, very right.
Slowly breaking the kiss that had him taste the tangy saliva of the young canine, the lion saw it: Tears.
The wolf sniffled, looking at the floor.
"What's wrong?", the lion asked with a gentle voice, then it dawned on him, "...is this... your..."
The black wolf in the pink garment fidgeted with his paws.
"Um... Yes. I... have never done this before."
He looked up to see the most bright smile on the felines face shining at him, making his belly buzz with butterflies.
"Mine too. I just turned 18, and... Well you can guess I'm not exactly poor. My parents died and I'm rather lo..."
He did not get any further. The wolf launched himself at the lion, muzzles locking in a passionate kiss. This was nothing like before. This was not a customer, not a stranger anymore. The expensive fabric of the lion's shirt felt awkward, and they both fumbled to peel him out of it, never quite breaking the kiss. It was heavenly, but both wanted more. Much more.
Gasping for air, the wolf broke away from the kiss. The sight before him was glorious. The wonderful lion was nude from the waist up and opening his jeans, pulling them down a bit to expose a hard erection. The wolf found it to be just... perfect. *He* was perfect. He felt like the world was wrapping its arms around him when the young feline wrapped his arms around him and pushed him back onto the warm leather. It was only then that the wolf noticed his own raging hard-on, his musk hitting the lions nose with full force as it was hovering above the canine shaft. He began to purr, a deep, rumbling sound of utter bliss as he drank that scent like one would a fine wine.
The wolf did not want to speak, but he had to know...
"What is your name?"
"Anthony. What's yours?"
The wolf felt his cheeks burn as his lie was so easily discovered for what it was. This time he felt like he was stripping again, but not his body, but his very soul. He was taught to never tell a client his real name. It would spell all sorts of trouble, and especially cause a bond to form that would make him vulnerable. His fake name was his shield, the only piece of cover he had as a prostitute.
He looked into Anthony's eyes and knew he wanted to open himself completely. Swallowing, he replied,
"T... Toby."
"Toby...", the warm smile on this leonine face looked like that of an angel to him, "...I want you"
The slender black wolf laid his ears back submissively, a deep longing in his eyes.
"Anthony, I... I want to be yours."
As the lion's paw came to caress his chest, Toby caught it with his own and they locked them together, paw-digits meshing together, the wolf clenching the other's paw in his to make him understand the gravity of his words.
"I want to be yours... yours only, Anthony. Please...", his voice trailed off to a bare whisper, "...please"
The rich and lonely lion knew what Toby meant. As the dull sound of the car gently cruising along a lonely road further engraved the specialness of this moment into his mind, Anthony leaned forward, the wolf spreading his legs as he lay there on his back, aching his back as he felt it: The tip of his lion touched his pucker. Their eyes met again.
"Forever?", the lion asked.
That was not just any question. At that moment in that car, the wolf knew that question for what it was, and for the first time in his life he was not unsure, he was not afraid and... he was not alone.
"Yes. Aaaaaaah!"
No priest could formalize, no expensive wedding could express the universe of love forming between the two lovers better than the loving touch on the Toby's head as he gave himself to the husband he did not know an hour ago. He accepted him with his heart and his body, opening his most vulnerable self to the lion, who penetrated the once-frightened canine and filled him with loving strength. Filling more than one void in his life, the lion sank his perfect erection into the writhing canine who could not keep the soft cry from escaping his throat.
Was there pain? Toby did not feel it, he was drunk with the image of Anthony's beautiful face strained in concentration. The fullness felt so good, the wolf found himself pushing back against the gentle lion who was oh so careful not to hurt him, but he wanted more. A lewd, sloppy french kiss had them wrestle with each other's tongues hungrily, tiny gasps escaping Toby's muzzle as he was taken by his love, a drawn-out and sinful sigh resounding as the shiny black fur of the wolfen ass was hugged by the golden furred crotch. Their kiss left their muzzles connected by several strands of saliva, not that either of them cared.
Eagerly hugging his love against him the former prostitute held the child of one of the richest families of the country, and sole survivor of a plane crash several years ago against his chest. He whined as Anthony pulled out ever so slowly and making him feel incomplete again, so he wrapped his legs around his gentle lover, pushing back against him right as Anthony was easing himself back inside.
"Yours...", Toby stated, clouded by lust. Anthony nodded and closed his eyes as his instincts slowly took over, he buried his nose into the wolf's neck inhaling his earthy, dry scent. A furred paw grasped the neglected canine cock that had been dripping precum so eagerly, squeezing it delightfully.
The driver of the car had his black hand firmly around his erect shaft, stroking it up and down. However the orca never let his eyes off the street. He knew the Whittaker family for over twelve years and while he'd never admit it, he always had a soft spot for their youngest son, Anthony. It was an admiration from afar though, and while he did feel a pang of longing for the attractive young fellow, he understood that a relationship with him was out of the question - and he was genuinely happy that he had finally found someone in his life. The fateful day his family was wiped out by that tragic accident, he swore to himself to protect him, and he felt honor-bound to follow his pledge. The soft cries and other sounds of love coming from behind however soon had him slow down and pull over, making sure the brakes were secure before resuming his sensual and practiced strokes over his orcahood. He briefly thought about peeking - but then shook his head to himself. He didn't need to. And maybe, one day... he wouldn't have to peek to see.
They were both so young, and oh, so very eager in their loving rut. With his right hand on Toby's head the attractive lion both caressed and pushed his love deeper onto his hard cock, his precum having made that wonderfully tight tailhole so wonderfully slippery. He gasped each time he hilted his erection in his wolf, followed by that most exquisite spasm of muscles around it, a sign of utter acceptance. Toby was his, that much was clear, and it was all there needed to be. Time and space became a blur as their mating became more heated, poor Toby whining in need. He was beyond caring how slutty that might've sounded, he wanted his lover and he wanted him inside, his loving maleness and his very essence. A strange feeling overcame him, and it took him a moment to realize it for what it was. His own orgasm hit him with full force, the lupine shaft throbbing and spurting thick ropes of musky canine seed. A violent spasm cursed through him, he could not help but gasp out loud as he grew so incredibly tight around the leonine cock in his stretched rear.
Anthony inhaled sharply as the once smooth anal passage gripped him hard, demanding. The young lion was powerless to resist the call of his mate. They both wanted him to plant his seed in his lover, and the soft cries of orgasmic pleasure where the final straw. Slamming hard into his newfound love, the golden lion succumbed to the pleasure and felt his leonine semen rush through his engorged flesh, spraying deep into his lover, filling his most private place with this most intimate nectar of male love. They say one doesn't feel it happen, but Toby certainly did. That moment he became the lion's mate, he knew that, and he never wanted the feeling to end.
Up ahead in the drivers' seat, the poor orca bellowed as his own orgasm hit, a streak of white seed shooting straight up and painting a stain onto the expensive fabric roofing of the car. Not that it mattered. A tear ran down the orca's face. As he gasped in blissful afterglow he found himself unsure whether it was a tear of sadness or joy. With a blush the cetacean cleaned himself up as best as he could given the circumstances, stowed his thick, semi-hard cock away and slowly drove off.
A very exhausted and spent Anthony lay on top of Toby, the wolf still clinging to his lion, not wanting it to end. He felt his eyes become heavy, the gentle rumbling and hum of the car making him feel so safe, he could feel his lion's heartbeat against his messy cum-stained chest. The insides of the car reeked of sex... but also of more. It was the scent of love, *his* love.
A single ray of sunlight shone through the darkened windows, and a sudden sense of dread welled up in the canine's stomach. What would happen now? Would he be dumped outside again?
The car rumbled over some sort of driveway, Toby could see the intimidating walls of a huge villa from his position. He was still on his back, the love of his life wrapped around him, sleeping, and that heavenly perfect cock still inside him when the door opened, ever so slowly. He looked frightened at the huge cetacean head of the orca driver who peeked inside - after all it had been several hours and he figured it'd be safe to check up on the two cute boys by now. He was surprised at the sight, a blush flooding the white patches of the orca, he mumbled "Oh... s..sorry.."
"Nn... sorry, I... uh...", Toby stammered, and gave the orca a weak smile. He smiled back and did something that surprised the wolf. Crawling into the cramped interior the big cetacean shuffled closer to Anthony, and gave his unconscious head a gentle rub - then he leaned in and kissed his neck. Toby's eyes went wide.
"I'm so happy for you two. I really am", the orca said with a smile that could've melted an iceberg.
"I... um... thank you", came the slightly uneasy reply from the wolf. He almost recoiled in surprise as the orca leaned closer to him and planted a gentle kiss on his nose. And for the briefest of moments, the wolf licked back at the gentle stranger.
"I'll let you two rest, here are some... ahem... clothes for you. Whenever you're ready", the orca smiled as he left a bundle of quite expensive looking fashion on the opposite seat.
"If you need anything, just tell me", the orca said before crawling out, carefully closing the door.
"Uuuuuhn... mmmmmrrrf..."
Anthony awoke with a groan, briefly disoriented, opening his eyes to find his mate before him, a loving smile forming on his leonine muzzle, though there was a question on the back of his mind.
"Where are we?"
Toby caressed his lover's head gently, looking into his eyes and seeing the deepest sympathy, instantly understanding why they say that the eyes are windows to the soul. There would be no waking up on a smelly mattress or stripping before strangers anymore. He had left his old life behind, and his future was right there in his arms.
"We're home", Toby said, surprised at his own words.
"Home."
They both sighed.
"Toby?"
"My sweet lion?"
"I... I need to have you again... so badly...", the lion blushed at saying these naughty words despite their already delicate position. He moaned as his erection returned, growing hard within this beautiful wolf who became his mate.
"I am yours. Take me", came the lusty reply.
The orca sighed longingly as he watched the stretch limo bounce ever so slightly, the orca trying to keep down a formidable bulge in his trousers. Walking towards the garage he made a mental note to bring some cleaning agent with him afterwards - after all there was a nasty stain on the roof above the driver's seat, and no doubt more in the passenger area...