Keith Solo: Back on Track
Well, I felt like it. This is right after Keith ran off from the last part of Keith&Matt. I hope you like it. Actually, I don't care if you don't. This story contains sexual intercourse between a minor and an older man. Who can't stand that should scamper away now. Share and Enjoy! * * * The sky slowly turned into a dark grey and a faraway thunder warned for the rain to come. With every step, the road seemed to become longer. On the one side was a stone wall, the other side contained a great view of the woods. Keith did not have eyes for that. He was exhausted. His feet hurt. But he could not stop and take a break. He wanted to, but he could not. Maybe he just wanted to have as much distance as possible. To anything. The wind brought a cold with it, making the cat boy shudder. He was not wearing much more than underwear and a long jacket, all that was left. At first he wanted to throw that away, too. He wanted throw everything away. But that would not be very smart right now. He hugged himself as the rain started to patter. His ear perked as he heard a car approaching so he put out a thumb. But the car did not stop for him. He could not be angry. But he remembered times when he had not had to do anything at all to attract a drivers attention. They had braked for him, just for him. They would stop open a window and ask... "Hey, boy, need a ride?" Keith shook his head. The car had braked, some metres in front of him. He had not noticed, as he had not expected the drive to even see him. As the rain grew stronger, re ran forward. "Yes, please." "Hop on in." Keith quickly went around the car and opened the door. "Don't worry about the water, it should be okay." "Thank you, sir." "No problem, boy." Keith looked at the driver as he made the car to move on. It was an older tiger, a bit on the chubby side. Keith knew the kind, he was probably in middle management. The tiger was wearing a business suit, but hat removed the tie. There was a suitcase on the back seat. "Ran away from home?" the tiger asked. Keith sighed. "I don't have a home." "Oh," the tiger nodded. "Where can I drop you off?" "I am not sure." Keith took of the jacket and spread it over his knees. "Just somewhere, you know." "I've got a long way ahead. Had a meeting in London and driving back to Glasgow." "Yeah, sounds nice. Thank you, sir." Keith fixed his eyes on the landscape outside the window. Lots of boring forest. There seemed to be a small village, but it was as boring as its environment. He sat back, stretched his feet and closed his eyes to sleep for a moment. He dozed off slowly. * * *
The tiger poked him into the shoulder. They were standing. "Was getting something to drink, do you want something?" "I really don't want to cause you any trouble, sir," Keith said as friendly as possible. "Nah, don't mention it. You seem starved, boy." "I am just a bit hungry..." "I will get you something." The tiger wandered off. They were at a petrol station. He must have slept. He could not remember when he had slept the last time. It seemed an eternity to him. He did not feel a lot better now, but his eyes and feet had stopped hurting, at least for now. Hoe nice of that man to drive him. Keith actually had a tiny idea that there must be people out there who would not want to exploit him. Or just to help because they were kind people. The only ones who would fit into that picture were the Fosters, back then. And Sheila. Maybe it had been a bad idea to run away like that. Well, from that town, maybe. He could have stayed with Sheila, he was sure. That girl was really okay. Keith's thoughts trailed off. He was thinking what it would be like to live an ordinary life. He had thrown that chance away for that fox. Stupid fox. Years he had sacrificed for something he thought was genuine love. But what was it? Were they both so fucked up they had no real idea about love and normality? He hated his past. He wanted to forget all of it. He quickly wiped his tear off as the tiger returned. "I got you a sandwich." "That's nice." "You all right?" Keith forced himself to smile. "Of course." He took the sandwich. British petrol station sandwiches are something they warn tourists from. It is said they are like train station sandwiches: A good way to punish oneself if they have to regret something. But Keith actually had had worse. He remembered days where he had not had anything else but male semen for long periods of time. Harsh times, indeed. Well, he learned that in this business, it may be not as safe, but a lot more healthy to work freelance. The tiger drove on while Keith devoured the sandwich. In a way, he had been hungry, but had not noticed. He felt better now, his fur dried and all. "You know, boy, you're really cute." Keith kept staring on the street. So did the tiger. There was an eternity of silence. "I'm sorry..." the tiger began. "For twenty quid you can do with me whatever you want," Keith blurted out. He kept staring. No, it had not been something his mouth has said all by itself. It was his thoughts. He thought back at times when he had been lying on back seats of cars, and some older man thrusting his dick into him. It was this moment he realised that he had liked it. Sure, he had hated standing in the cold, being hit by his pimp for no reason or being hungry for days. Even as he had been free, he had been returning to the street and waiting. Even when he had been rich and with his fox, he had thought a lot about older man raping him. He was a fucked up boy. He could not be normal. He would probably be that kind of kid who would try to seduce his foster father. Maybe it was that feeling of loneliness deep inside him. But all he wanted now was being forced to lie down on the back seat of this Mercedes, that male tiger with his bit of never-going chubbiness grunting while having unprotected sex with him. The tiger stared on the street as well. He nodded slowly. "Whatever I want..." he mumbled. A family father, of course. Those had secret fantasies and thoughts in their mind they would never let out. That was what Keith was for. He would take it. He would take it all, like a lightning rod. And he loved it. Why had he not realised before? He let his paw wander to the tiger's trousers. "What do you say?" "Erm... o-okay..." "Well, what is it you want me to do?" The tiger swallowed. It was going a bit too fast for him. "Take off your shorts?" The cat boy removed his shorts and threw them backwards. As he moved his paw over the tiger's crotch, he gasped as the car almost drove off the lane. "Better if you find a nice place off the street," Keith said. Suddenly he felt this tension in his stomach. It was a tingling in his guts. It has been a very long time since the last time he felt like this. He had suspected everyone of exploiting him. That was because he had wanted them to exploit him. He enjoyed being exploited. If Matt called, he would run back to him. Just for the sex. Matt had been exploiting him for his pleasure and he had loved it. The tiger drove on a bit until he found a side lane, leading to an open field. There he stopped his car and relaxed with a sigh. Keith licked his lips. He let his paws wander over the tiger's crotch for some seconds, before opening a button. No, he wanted to enjoy this. He wanted to be slow. So he stroked some more times over the crotch area before opening further. The tiger let himself relax and closed his eyes. Keith pulled down the trousers, and the briefs right away. "Wait a moment," the tiger said. He grabbed Keith's head and forced the cat boy to kiss him. Keith wanted to protest, but gave in. He wanted cock, not tongue. With a paw he stroked the tiger's cock erect. Then he bowed to lick over the tip. The cat boy had not done this for too long. He enjoyed the taste of fresh, hot male meat while letting his tongue run around the tip for a while. The penis still filled with blood. It was enormous. Just what he needed right now. He moved his head down and shoved the full erect cock into his muzzle. It was a lot, but he could handle it. He moved for and backwards, slowly, listening to the moans. He went a bit faster with every movement. The cat bow took a break lick along side the penis. He had missed the taste of that hot, throbbing piece of man. He licked on and forgot the rest of the tiger. He fondled the balls with his paw, but otherwise it was like there was just him and the penis. Keith took it back into his mouth and started sucking. He moved faster as the tiger moaned louder. A big paw went through his hair. He let his tongue play with the meat and move up and down, sucking harder. Suddenly the tiger groaned and pressed him down. Keith tasted the beloved hot semen fill his mouth. That tiger had a lot to give, he tried to swallow as good as he could. The paw held him tight until the tiger was done cumming. Keith coughed as he was released and got up. The tiger was panting heavily. The boy did not wipe off his muzzle. He smiled. "You do that often, don't you?" "From time to time." He felt great. The semen tasted great. Keith climbed over the seats and lay down. "Wanna have more?" The tiger got out and back in. Keith smiled and spread his legs. The tiger let his paw wander over the boy's body, meets the boy's penis and stroke it. The tiger slowly grew again. He could not wait. The tiger forcefully dragged the boy closer, stroked his cock a bit harder. Keith clenched eyes and teeth as the tiger thrust himself into him. It hurt. It hurt a lot more than he remembered. The cock was well lubed with semen and saliva, that was not the problem. The cock was huge and he had not had one in years. But he swallowed the pain. The tiger was blind with lust. He thrust on into the tight tail hole, only focused on himself. Keith tried to think of how the cock moved inside him, instead of the pain. He tried to build up the tension, but it seemed to be too early for that. He needed to get used to the sex before enjoying it again. He moaned, the tiger moaned. He sped on. Keith dug his claws into the seat. He hoped the tiger would be done soon. And he was. Keith was that tight the tiger just thrust some more times into the boy until he came with a very loud groan. Keith sighed in relief as the tiger slowly retreated. That guy still had a lot to give. The boy felt filled up. Panting he lay back. "Whack off," the tiger said in a stern voice. "What?" "I want to see you cum." "Okay," Keith said and began stroking himself. The tiger watched him, but got out and took his underwear and trousers back on. Keith closed his eyes and thought of a cock in himself. The stroked until the lust hat built up in his crotch. He released the emotion and let it hit his stomach. "Good," the tiger said, satisfied. He sat down on the driver's seat and turned the engine on. Keith lay his head back a little more. Extremely exhausted, he doze off again. * * *
Keith woke up. He was naked on the back seat, his tail hole full of semen. City lights shone into the car. He slowly sat up and moaned. His butt still hurt. "Here's your fifty," the tiger said, reaching a bill over the shoulder. "Where will you stay the night?" Keith took the bill and scratched his head. "I don't know. I always find something." He reached out for his underwear and jacket. "Well, okay." The car stopped. "If you come here tomorrow evening at six, I will bring you some of my sons clothes. And maybe we can..." "If you pay," Keith said and opened the door. "Thanks for the ride." "My pleasure!" the tiger said, but Keith had closed the door and walked off, into the park. A new city, a new life. He would start anew. There will be enough men in this town willing to pay twenty quid for a quick fuck. Even if he was older, he now knew he was still attractive. For now, he needed to find a place to get all that stuff out of his arse.