Proper Manners
Proper Manners
By Sorin
I was raised proper. My ma always used to say that if you can't say nothing nice about a person, don't say nothing at all, which is why I had to grit my teeth before I mouthed off to what I consider the worst fuck in Los Estrellas, an that's say lots, cause I've had some bad ones. But, there I go shirking on my manners. My name is Jasper, as far as my experience? Simple, I'm a whore.
Now, normally my inner dialog is pretty quiet when I got some hung stud pounding away at my backside, but like I said, this one was really bad, wasn't a stud and definitely weren't hung. He was a big wolf I picked up in a truck stop parking lot just out of town. I usually spend my afternoons here, sitting, sipping coke and trying to frankly look young, an innocent and downright alluring to that right crowd. Lucky for me that right crowd is the crowd who pays. Today was a little different, a lot more purpose to my visit, which is one of the reasons I settled for the John behind me.
The john finished up in the rubber and slapped a couple of twenties down on the mattress in front of me as he pulled out. I scooped them up, stuffing them into my shorts as I pulled them up and glanced back at the wolf. He looked pleased enough with himself, his dick hanging there, big dollop of latex contained seed hanging from the end of his much less impressive dick. I slipped out of the truck cab without a word. The john seemed fine with not having to acknowledge me after getting off so I headed back towards the diner.
I dropped to the still warm pavement outside the truck. The sun setting over the freeway would have been pretty, and probably relaxing if it wasn't for the rumble of trucks and the sound of big rigs downshifting to pull into the truck stop. I wandered back towards the diner, fingering the bills in my pocket as I went. Pushing open the heavy door to the diner, I slid back into the booth I had been in before the trucker showed up. I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes and waiting for the waitresses to notice me savoring the AC both hoping, and not really caring if the AC neutralized the scent of sex that was probably clinging to my fur.
"Another coke, honey?" I half opened my eyes looking up at the old rat waitress who had waited on me before. I pointedly ignored her sour look and concentrated on her professional demeanor, her friendly sounding southern hospitality.
"Yes, please, Ma'am, and if I could trouble ya for a cheeseburger as well, please," I fished out one of the twenties the trucker had given me laying the crumpled bill on the table. She took the money without flinching, though I could tell she wanted to pick the bill up between thumb and fore finger. There really was no doubt in my mind that she knew what I did for a living, again though I really didn't care.
After she left I settled back in the booth and looked around the room. The diner was pretty full of people; mostly truckers eating dinner. Many were probably settling in for the night like the wolf from earlier. There were a few families on road trips. I was really looking for two things, a chance to make a bit more money, or a ride out of town. The second was harder than you think. Getting the ride wasn't the hard part, it was finding someone stable enough that he would consider giving a whore a ride and not thinking he was picking up his own personal plaything for the entire trip. While I may sell my ass for money, it's not how I want to travel since I mostly have the cash to pay for that.
So, y'all might be asking yourself why I aim to leave this paradise on earth? Part of the answer lies in the fact that I can't even think that to myself without adding a tone of sarcasm to my thoughts. And the other, well let's just say Los Estrellas may be a tiny town on the butt end of nowhere, but there are still folks there you don't piss off if you plan to go on breathing, something I'm rather partial to.
The waitress plopped the plate of food in front of me along with the coke. The smell of charred burger hit my nose and made my stomach growl. I remembered my mom's teaching well enough to thank the waitress politely before attacking the food like I hadn't eaten in two days...which I hadn't. I polished off that burger in record time and was sipping on my coke when the door behind me opened and in walked the most handsome man I have ever seen. First off you have to realize that one does not see many leopards in a Southern 'Metropolis' like Los Estrellas, even those passing though. And to see one like this guy, fur so well kept it picked up some of the fading sun through the glass door and almost seemed like a halo around him. He was dressed in a pair of slacks and a button down shirt, but he wore it relaxed like he was used to wearing it rather than doing so because it was part of his job.
He slid into a booth placing an order with the waitress. I waited until she had delivered his coffee before slipping out of my booth and walking over towards his like I had a purpose. It wasn't until I slipped into his booth that I lost some of my nerve. I've never had someone look at me quite like that, like he was sizing me up and dismissing me with his eyes in one go.
"I think you have the wrong booth son," He said it so matter-of-factly that I knew immediately he wasn't from the state. Even if the accent hadn't given him away, his lack of subtleties would have.
"Yes sir, beg your pardon, it's just I was hopin' I might be able to ask ya a question, please, sir, before you send me away," I put on the full act, and it helped a lot that for once I actually was pretty despite. He was quiet which was something, so I hurried to finish. "I was hopin' I might be able to convince ya to give me a ride. I have some money I could give you for gas and such," He considered it, actually considered it for almost ten seconds before shaking his head.
"Take a bus kid, that's what they are for," he added after a second, looking up as the waitress delivered his food. I lowered my ears some under her steely gaze and slipped out of the booth, mumbling a thank you and an apology and I slipped out of the restaurant.
Normally it's pretty easy for a whore like me to stay out of trouble. I keep my head down, don't mess with the gangs and bikers and they generally leave me alone. That's what burns my ears thinking about the situation that had me on the run. Y'all are probably thinking it was some sort of issue about money, and you would be half right. See I ended up getting a reputation as a nice piece of ass so when Leo, he's head of the local bike gang called The Scorpions, says he wants you to pay him a visit you don't say no regardless of your tastes, right?
So, I paid Leo a visit and paid is the right word because he did pay me, better than some toughs that think they get the same performance with or without the cash. The money wasn't the problem, the sex wasn't the problem either, it was when the sumbitch wanted to fuck me without a rubber that I told him to go take a hike. He started cursin' an throw me out of his place which was fine by me. I thought it would end there. It wasn't until I heard from another on my beat that he was aimin' to fuck me up for the insult that I got out of town and ended up here.
"Jasper, you fuckin' Mutt, you ain't goin' no place." I hardly registered the words, one of the side effects of letting one's mind wander on it's own. The 2 by 4 that hit me upside the head solved that, and dropped me like a sack of barley.
My eyes wouldn't focus as I was dragged through the gravel of the parking lot and over behind the fuel tanks, out of sight of the restaurant and the trucks. Virgil was never a very bright bulb, but he could swing a stick like nobody's business, which I guess is why Leo had him come fetch me.
Something nudged my side, felt like a boot and I groaned as my head swam. I spat up a little blood and looked up into the smug, ugly face of Leo. The slightly heavy rottweiler crouched down next to me with that sort of doggy grin that generally means us dogs are happy. I suppose Leo was happy to have caught up to me, but not in that glad to see you sort of way.
"Jasper, ain't you a sight? Prolly should have come by when I sent Virgil after y'all without the wood, hummm?" He sounded so congenial, polite even, for his usual rough self that I knew I was in trouble. "It's not bad enough ya took off with the money I gave ya and left me with nothing to show for it. But when I send some boys around to invite ya back, so we can work things out all civil and ya split. Now that's just down right insulting." He patted me on the head, an a few of the bikers that were standing around grinned, no leered more like. I coughed, trying to get my thoughts to focus, my ears to stop ringing.
"Leo, it's not what you think, I..." he placed a finger on my lips, an almost motherly gesture that felt so wrong coming from him.
"Now Jasper, we're past all that talkin' and makin' nice. I didn't get where I am t'day lettin' people slight me and walk. So here is what's gonna happen. My boys are gonna beat the ever lovin shit out of your queer ass, jus' to make sure the message is all clear like. Once we're done, ya little mutt, you can drag yer self where ever you might have a mind ta go, as long as it's not Los Estrellas." Is it ironic that my first thought was to point out the double standard of him calling me queer when then money he was after and the initial insult that caused this mess was because he wanted to fuck a guy? Probably, but I never got to tell him cause it was right about than the Virgil kicked me in the ribs. I'm sure many of my more delicate readers have never been on the wrong end of a beating. Up until now I thought I had; how wrong I was. After the fifth or sixth kick, I was screaming for them to stop and sobbing like a girl when I could catch my breath. Don't let the fact that I'm gay confuse you to the fact that I act all girly. I don't.
It could have been minutes or hours when they finally stopped kicking me. I could hardly breathe, let alone move. I knew I should be crying at this point, but it just seemed like too much work. I was sure I was going to die.
"Why don't you let him up?" breath was coming back to me in soft sobs, and I opened my eyes just a tiny bit looking across the gravel lot to the leopard from the diner. He was standing between the two fuel tanks that blocked sight of us from the diner. Virgil slapped me on the back of the head driving my muzzle into the gravel as he stood up dusting off his paws.
"You wanna walk away, this ain't no business of yours." That was definitely Leo. I heard boots on gravel walking away from me. "See, ya lil queer bait mutt, now that leopard is gonna get his teeth kicked in cause you couldn't keep yer lil slut ass from disrespectin' me," growled the rottie in my ear. I heard a thud, and a scuffle of gravel which I expected. What I didn't expect was Leo's "What the Fuck?" and the shifting of his boots next to me. The commotion grew louder a few shouts from Leo's boys, but that's all I remember, cause I finally passed out.
When I was little, I used to sit out with all my friends in the field behind my Ma's house. We would talk about what we wanted ta do when we grew up. Ricky wanted ta be a Rancher, and Buck wanted ta be a state trooper. I remember I could never think of anything. sometimes I would say an Astronaut or a pro athlete, an' we would all laugh an' run ta swim in the lake under the willow. If you had ever told me I would be shamin' my Ma by sellin' my ass at truck stops, or that it would lead to me almost getting killed out behind some gas tanks I would have kicked ya right in the teeth an' made ya take it back.
I woke almost hesitantly. I like to think now that it was the pain, and the way my head swam, but honestly I was afraid to. It was quiet and dark, and all I heard was a soft rhythmic clicking thump. I opened my eyes a little more and found myself sitting in a car that was speeding through the dusk along the freeway. My nose told me who was driving before I turned my head carefully to look at the Leopard in the driver's seat.
"I wouldn't move to much kid." He purred softly without looking at me. "I think you have a couple of ribs out that I want to take a look at once we get a little further along." It was so matter of fact like he did this every day. The car slowed shortly and pulled into what looked like the parking lot of a roadside Motel. He left me in the car for a few minutes as the vehicle made clicking settling noises in the quiet night. When he came back and helped me out of the car. I'm ashamed to admit I couldn't keep from crying when he moved me, he ended up carrying me up into one of the rooms.
He left me in the room and went back out to the car, returning with a bag. He helped me take off my shirt, which was ruined anyway, and spent a few minutes looking over my lean almost emaciated chest.
"My name is Jasper, Thank you for helpin' me." I said suddenly "I'm pretty sure they would have killed me if ya hadn't come along." He looked up at me for a moment and nodded.
"Nothings out, but your bruised, it's going hurt for a while. You should probably get yourself cleaned up. I want to make sure you don't need any of those cuts stitched." Again he had such self-assurance, like this was something he did on a regular basis. After a moment, he reached into the bag and put a few pills in my hand. "Take these." He said handing me a bottle of water before standing.
"Ya know, manners would dictate that ya give me yer name in 'schange for mine." I murmured. He looked down at me as he helped me into the bathroom leaning me against the door while he started the shower.
"Your accent gets stronger when you're tired kid, did you know that?" He asked as he started the water. I opened my mouth to tell him, he was changing the subject. "My name is Kyle." He added coming over to help me with my shoes. I could hardly lift my feet I felt so drained. I stumbled as I tried to step over to the shower and he caught me with a soft purring chuckle. Gently leaning me back against the door, he crouched down undoing my pants and sliding them off my slim hips. "So since were getting to know each other, what breed are you anyway?" he asked as he stood up slipping an arm around me to help me to the shower.
"Just a mutt." I said softly as he helped me step into the shower. Then, because I knew what he was asking me, I continued. "My Ma was a lab, she said my Pa was a collie, but I never knew him." He helped me stand up in the shower and to my embarrassment had to catch me as I almost fell. "I...I'm so sorry, I know I'm bein' a bother." I whimpered embarrassed which only increased more when he propped me up and started to take off his sodden shirt. I don't know why it embarrassed me, I've seen plenty of guys with their shirts off, and why it embarrassed me even more that he didn't stop there. He completely undressed and stepped into the shower with me, helping to hold me up from behind.
He washed me; I've never had anyone do that to me since my Ma washed me when I was a pup. More so it was strange cause there wasn't anything sexual in it. He held me, warm in strong arms, and washed my hurts. I felt so safe, I started to sob. He washed me, dried me and carried me out, laying me on the bed. The whole time I snuffled and apologized for being such a baby. He never said a thing, though he smiled just a little bit. I remember that now, though I didn't really notice at the time.
My Pa left me an' Mama when I was about one, she said. One night he was there, drinkin' beer she said, an the next he was gone, his shirts cleaned out of the closet. Ma said he was good for nothing, an' that we were better off without him. The other kids at school used to tease me something fierce about not havin' a Pa; all the kids but Ricky an Buck. I used ta have the idea of trackin' down my Pa an makin' him tell me why he left me an' Mama all alone. I used to have these dreams where I would imagine he would apologize, an' come back, an' we would be a family again. I stopped havin' dreams around the time I gave my first john a hand job. My life an' dreams just don't seem to compatible these days.
The TV was going, some news program creating soft noise in the back ground. I was lying next to Kyle, my head resting in the crook of his arm. I had snuggled in there when he had stretched out beside me. He hadn't objected so I stayed.
"Kyle?" Saying his name still felt weird. I had been raised to call every man older than me Mr. or Sir, and every lady Ma'am or Miss so just using his first name felt wrong on my tongue. "What kind of work do you do?" It was something that had been gnawing at me all evening. I mean it's not every guy that can walk into a group of five bikers and come out with a Mutt like me in his arm and not a scratch that I could see.
"I do personal security for corporate executives." He said softly, "Before that, I was in the Army." He didn't look at me, his eyes on the TV talking about some war or conflict some place.
"You mean like a Body guard?" I asked him to which he nodded. I lowered my head back to his arm. His breathing was so steady, I felt my self drifting off owing to the peace and calm of the room.
I have never been able to fall asleep in bed with anyone else. Ever since I was little and would crawl into bed with my Mama when thunder storms would shake the house. Quite a few of my johns liked me enough they would invite me ta sleep with them after, even offer me a bit more money ta make up for what I might lose not goin' back out on the town after. I always turned 'em down.
I woke in full darkness. The TV was off, and Kyle was asleep beside me, the moon light from the window framing the bed. It felt almost magical, dreamlike with the moon the only real light. Kyle's fur seemed almost white in the moon light. I ran my fingers lazily along his side, wanting to feel his fur under my fingers. I was in a rather languid state, feeling I could go to sleep again at any moment. Kyle shifted slightly at my touch, and when he did his movement brought his sheath into view in the moon light. He was aroused, I could tell. He wasn't poking out or nothing, but I've seen enough guys working themselves up to know he was on the edge of that.
It makes me wonder even now why I noticed that. Nothing Kyle had done to me had been sexual or even hinted at a desire for it. He had ignored my flirtations in the dinner, and even in the shower he had been tender but distant. Maybe it was that tenderness. Before I really thought about it, my hand reached out, fingers closing gently on the leopard's impressive sheath. He felt warm, even hot under my finger pads so I gave him a soft curious stroke. Like the touch had thrown a switch, I watched his tip push out of his sheath. The pointed flesh glistened in the moon light, and the smell of him hit my nose. I've smelled aroused felines before, but there was something exotic to his scent, a spiciness that tickled my nose.
I leaned in closer, getting more of that scent, my breath washing over his tip. I winced a little as I hunched slightly, shifting my ribs. However, I felt committed now, committed to whatever it was I thought I was doing. A bit more of him had slipped from his sheath by the time I got my nose close to him, letting his scent wash over me. Perhaps it's a dog thing, but scent is my biggest turn-on. I have gotten though a lot of tricks with guys I couldn't stand by concentrating on the sensations and scents of the act. I started to lick him softly getting a stronger hit of his scent in the taste on his member. Kyle woke when I took him into my mouth.
"Jasper, I... what are you doing?" He half asked, half groaned. It was the first time I had ever heard his voice loose that confident and self-assured tone. I didn't answer him, my muzzle was full, and it would be rude to talk, so I kept up the slow bobbing rhythm along his cock. He was pretty impressive fully hard; not the biggest guy I had been with, but he would have given them a run for their money. He seemed to give up trying to get me to answer and settled back in the bed as my muzzle worked along his dick. He was panting a little, a soft huffing sound I always found curious in my other feline clients. It must have been a while since he last got off because I could already taste him getting close. There is a pungency to precum when a guy is about to pop that you usually only pick up on with experience. My eyes flicked to the side. I watched his muscles tense, claws digging into the bedding and with an almost inaudible groan his dick started to twitch in my muzzle. A sudden flood of his potent muskiness coated the inside of my mouth as he came in shuddering throbs I could feel through his whole body.
I drew off him slowly my tongue bathing his twitching length, getting short little sensitive gasps from him with each touch of my tongue. I looked up at Kyle. His eyes were half open, and he was panting softly, looking at me with an expression that was unreadable beyond the mask of carnal satisfaction.
"You didn't have to do that Jasper." He said softly running two fingers along my jaw before drawing me up to his muzzle and kissing me softly. I've seen some movies and read a few books that went so far as to describe a kiss as electric. I never really got what they meant before. I mean, I'd kissed lots of people before and that's all it had been; lips on lips, a kiss on the cheek to make 'em think there was affection. It was just a good way to ensure they would come back an hire me again.
When our lips parted, I was panting wide eyed in surprise. My tail wouldn't stop thumping softly on the bed. He smiled, and I found my self-drawn into a kiss with him again. I was lost, swimming in a sea of warmth, his scent. What pulled me back to reality like a head-on collision was the sensation of his fingers on my dick. Don't get me wrong I've had my dick touched a lot, but I was so lost in the newness of the kiss that the feeling of Kyle's fingers stroking me slowly caused me to yelp out softly in surprise. He chuckled softly as he stroked me, nuzzling my neck softly, and then I felt him poke my hip. He was still hard, maybe even harder than when I was sucking him off.
I shifted against him as he stroked over my sensitive length, making me shudder and twitch. I pushed up against him, shifting my leg over his and pressing my erection against his hand and his fur, feeling his arousal poking my inner thigh. We were both panting, worked up, and I could hear a soft growl in his throat. He pushed me onto my back, rising up on an elbow over me his paw working along my erection, his eyes gleaming in the moon light. It was almost eerie, like I was being hunted. It only turned me on more.
He shifted, and my leg slid up his hip, soon feeling him poking at my rump. I gasped and tensed when his tip probed under my tail, the contact snapping me out of my haze and into reality. I pushed at his chest gently, seeing his eyes soften his paw slowing on my length.
"Jasper, what's wrong?" his voice was soft a relaxed and easy purr.
"I...no one's ever taken me bare..." I said softly. It sounded so hooky coming from me, as though I was some slut pretending to have morals. Kyle didn't even flinch. He just smiled and licked my nose, reaching down the side of the bed and came up with the rubber I always kept in my shorts. I blushed, not sure if it was at his easy acceptance of my concern, or the fact that he knew they were in my pocket. He didn't say a word, just opening the foil packet and reaching between us to put it on.
I let out a sharp gasp when he entered me, feeling the slight touch of latex, and then he pushed up inside me with urgency I realized had been simmering since we started to kiss. The fact that he had hesitated long enough to take my worry into account was a warm enough glow of realization, that I pushed back as he began to move inside me. His hand slipped to the small of my back, and he pulled me against him.
As safe as I felt in his arms, he was no gentle lover. His movements were firm, deep and driving. He pulled me back against him, down onto him with each blissful thrust. I cried out as he moved inside me, my need throbbing against his belly. He huffed and snarled softly in my ear as our passion built, his strong arms pulling, squeezing me closer, harder, deeper.
He came with a snarl that I felt as well as heard, his body trembling around me, cock throbbing within me, and I came into his silken fur. The world finally stopped spinning and we both lay entwined, panting, drained and almost glowing.
"You know I didn't bring you here to have sex with you, Jasper. I brought you here to help you." He said softly, and I believed him completely. There weren't any lies in his eyes, his voice and I know how to spot liars.
"I know, but you have been so kind ta me, it was the only way I could think to repay your kindness. Mama always said one good turn deserves another. It's only polite." I grinned a little. "I'm pretty sure she wasn't thinkin' about this turn, but it's all I got." He smiled a little and nodded tracing his fingers lightly through the fur of my chest.
"Jasper, where will you go? I'm assuming you can't go back to Los Estrellas." His voice broke the lingering silence, full of concern, mixing with his rumbling purr.
"I don't know," I admitted after a thought.
"You could come with me to Nuva Copa," He said softly, and I smiled resting my head on his shoulder.
"Maybe," I said hiding the panic I felt at that simple request.
One of my johns asked me ta move in with him once. Said he would take care of me, and all I had ta do was look cute around his house. I turned him down, and I never took his business again. The thought of putting my fate in the hands of another scared me ta death than, and it still does every time I think about it.
It was with those thoughts rolling around in my head that I slipped out of the hotel into the cold of the morning. The clock had read three in the morning when I had slipped into my pants. I closed the door carefully, still a bit ashamed at having taken one of Kyle's undershirts and even more so about taking the hundred bucks he'd had in his wallet to help get me through. That burned deep in my gut so much it made me want to puke. My need to eat however, and to get where ever I was going, was stronger than my morals so I bit back my loathing.
There was very little traffic along the road this early in the morning, so I just walked along the side of the highway as the sun began to rise slowly. The rays over the desert began to set the sky on fire, and I smiled a little. I would be okay, I told myself. I would make my way to another city find some place to ply my trade where Leo an' his boys wouldn't come after me. I had done it before and made out okay. I was a free mutt, I told myself, never meant to be tied down. Like my dad. He never had dreams of a house and family; he wanted freedom of the road, doing whatever he wanted. It's a story I had told myself a thousand times once Ma died, to convince myself it was meant to be that I was here.
The sound of a car pulling off onto the shoulder broke me from my reverie. I didn't look back, couldn't bring myself to. I knew it was Kyle when the door opened. The distinctive sound seemed etched in my memory from the previous night.
"If you want your money back...I'm sorry I took it." I added lamely still not looking back at the car.
"You can keep the money Jasper; I'm worried about you, about what you're going to do." His voice was soft, worried. I closed my eyes, biting my lip to keep myself from starting to cry. I could feel the tears running silently down my cheeks. Why did he have to come into my life, to complicate things? It wasn't supposed to be this way. I was a whore, a nobody.
"Thanks...I better get walking; it's a long way to the next town." I steeled my voice to keep the tears out of it. I wanted to accept, to go to him and let him take me, take care of me. I knew in my heart that I couldn't. Mama had taught me to be strong, to not accept charity. It's all I had left of her, of me. Maybe it would work with Kyle, maybe it wouldn't. Part of me wanted to find out, but I couldn't bring myself to turn back. I couldn't bring myself to accept safety, to accept security and love.
"How about if I give you a ride Jasper?" Soft earnestness, tenderness and I realized it would all be okay. Mama raised me right, raised me to be polite a proper gentleman in a city of violent, nasty people. Kyle saw through all that, through the whoring, and my defenses, to me, to what my mama had raised me to be, to my desire for love. He knew me, from the moment I sat down in that booth with him and asked him for a ride. He realized how to make it okay, to let me let him help me, love me and care for me.
He offered me a ride...and it would have been rude to refuse.