The Driving Lesson
 by: Hankster

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On my fourteenth birthday, my friend, Teddy, gave me the best and most memorable birthday present that I have ever received.  We had been mutually masturbating each other for almost two years.  Recently, we had begun to discuss taking it further.  It didn’t require too much pondering.  We were both anxious to explore our gay leanings, and we did on my birthday.

My parents had never formally married.  They were both free spirits, and felt that if their relationship went south, they could separate without any hassle.  That was lucky for me.  One Friday morning, both my parents went off to work.  My mother was a sales clerk and my dad was a cop.  Teddy and I decided to play hooky from school that day, and continue to practice being homosexual.

In an incredible act of dreadful fate, my dad answered a call to investigate a domestic disturbance.  The disturbance was only a few streets away from our home.  On the way back to his precinct, he passed by our house and saw Teddy’s bicycle on our front porch.  He believed that we were in school, so he went to investigate.  To cut to the chase, he caught us in the act.  He ordered Teddy to dress and get out of the house, and he began to beat me to a pulp.

I lost consciousness.  He left me lying on my bedroom floor.  I was a bloody mess.  My mother found me that way and called 911.  I spent the next week in a hospital.  I told my mother what happened, and we agreed to say that I had an accident, and fell down the stairs.  We were both afraid of my father’s brutality, if we accused him.

The day I was discharged from the hospital, the nurse helped me into my mother’s car.  The entire back seat of the car was laden with suitcases and clothing.  When I remarked about it, my mother said that the trunk was full as well.  It didn’t take a genius to figure out we weren’t going home.  I asked her what was going on, and she told me that we were going down to Ft. Pierce, FL to live near her folks.

Two weeks after I was enrolled in my new high school, I met a fuck buddy to take Teddy’s place.  His name was Adam.  I thought that was appropriate for a new beginning.  Without my father to beat me up, and with my mother working all day, we had no trouble finding time to fool around.

Better yet, right before my sixteenth birthday, my mom married Jim Perkins.  Jim was her boss.  We moved out of our rental and into his house.  I think I loved Jim more than she did.  He was the dad I never had.  He played ball with me, and took me to athletic events.  I was on my high school baseball team, and he never missed a game.  He hugged me every time he came home from work. 

I couldn’t hide my sexual orientation from him.  One evening when my mom was out with some girlfriends, Jim and I were sitting on our sofa watching television.  Suddenly, he turned off the set.  He put his arm around my shoulder, and he asked me point blank if I was gay.  I thought he was going to beat me like my dad had.  I wanted to jump up, and out of his reach, but he was holding me too tightly.

Finally, I mumbled, “Yes, Jim, I am.”  My voice was quivering.

I certainly didn’t expect the reaction I got.  It was polar opposite from how my dad reacted.  He held me closer, and ran his hand up and down my back, in an effort to comfort me, and to let me know that it was okay.

“It’s fine,” he said.  “Just be who you are, love yourself, and love your life.  We only live once, and we should be as happy as possible while we navigate through life’s journey.”

After that night, we went on as we had before.  He fathered me, and I loved him more every day.  Besides all that, he treated my mother like she was the queen of England, and for that, I was grateful as well.  My mother never got a red cent of child support from my dad.  Before Jim came into our lives, we were really floundering, and now we felt safe and secure.

About a month after my sixteenth birthday, I noticed that many of my friends were taking driving lessons and getting drivers’ licenses.  I was a little apprehensive, but I got up my courage and I asked Jim if he would give me lessons.  A big grin crossed his face.

“It’ll be a pleasure he said.  “Let’s start this Sunday after church.”

I couldn’t help myself.  I threw my arms around him and kissed him on his lips.  I could swear that I felt his lips part, and he pushed his body against me.  I felt his package too.  I wasn’t upset or anything.  In fact, I pushed back hard, and we smiled at each other.  I really didn’t think much about it.  I merely felt that he was expressing his love for me. 

We came home from church about 10:30. My mom went right into the house, but Jim and I stayed in the car for my first lesson.

“We’re not going to drive at all this time,” Jim said.  “I’m going to instruct you in all the bells and whistles in the car, and all their functions.  Then after lunch, I’ll drive us out to a very isolated place I know.  There’ll be little or no traffic there and you can take the wheel.”

He started with the console, and explained the various speeds on the gear shift.  “It’s on automatic, so you won’t have to worry about it,” he explained.  Then he went to the steering wheel.  That was more complicated.  It was full of handles and buttons.  They controlled the high and low beams, the directional signals, the radio off/on switch, the Bluetooth, the volume and tone of the radio, a power button, which gave the car extra oomph when passing another vehicle on the highway or climbing a steep hill, the cruise control, etc., etc., etc. I had no idea that there were so many controls on the steering wheel.

Then Jim went through everything on the dashboard; the speedometer, the tachometer, the backup screen, the built in navigator, the radio, the tape deck, etc., etc., etc.  Once again, I was overwhelmed.  There was a lot more to driving than steering the car down a street. 

He showed me what was on the floor, the brake and drive pedals.  On the arm rests, he showed me the door locks, window control, and how to adjust the side view mirrors.  Of course, with everything he showed me, he explained their functions, and when to use them. 

When he believed that he hadn’t missed anything, he gave me a test.  He made me repeat the name and function of every gadget.  I faltered a few times, and he had to repeat his lesson, but finally I passed the test.  Jim was grinning from ear to ear.

“If we were in a classroom,” he said,” I’d give you a gold star, but in its absence, I’ll give you this.”  He leaned over the console, and placed his lips on mine.  Once again, I was certain I felt some tongue.  Maybe that was the only way he knew how to kiss.  If I was with another guy, however, I would swear he was trying to seduce me.  I was very confused.

We went into the house for lunch before beginning the physical aspect of my lessons.  I excused myself to go to the bathroom.  I really wanted to think about Jim’s kisses in a quiet place.

I looked in the mirror, and saw a nearly mature man.  I was six feet tall, and would grow another inch.  I had brown hair and eyes, a square chin, and an acceptable nose.  The fact is I was quite handsome.  I resembled my biological father.  Then I pictured Jim, and I got a hard-on.

He was six feet, two inches tall.  His hair was a reddish blond.  He had a pug nose and a clefted chin.  He was not good looking at all.  He was gorgeous.  I had never seen him naked, but as I told you, I had felt his package and I knew he was well endowed.  I myself am circumcised.  I’m about four inches flaccid, sort of hefty, and I grow to seven inches.  I also get a little wider when that happens. 

I got myself together and went into the kitchen, where my mom had prepared sandwiches, milk and cookies.  I was anxious to get back to my lessons so I ate too fast.  I think Jim felt the same way, because he ate as fast as I did.

He drove us to an isolated road about a mile from our home.  The ocean was on one side of us, and an overgrown weedy lot on the other.  We switched positions, and I got behind the wheel.  He helped me with my seat belt, and I was sure that his hand swiped lightly across my lap.

Jim had me drive straight up the road for a while.  Then he instructed me in how to make a K turn, and we headed back to our starting point.  He said that I should stop in the middle of the road.  He instructed me in how to parallel park, even though I had no other car as a yardstick.  I think I did pretty well.

“You did great,” Jim said.  “Next Sunday we’ll review these basics and take you to where there’s a little traffic.  That’ll get you used to driving among other cars.  The Sunday after that we’ll drive on the highway.”

“That’s great,” I said.  “Do you have another gold star for me?” I asked.

“You deserve better than a gold star,” he said.  “Get into the back seat with me.”

Jim sat as close to me as possible, and put his arm around my shoulder.  He pulled me even closer.  There was no teasing this time.  We kissed with open mouths and full tongue.  I was losing my senses, and I thought I was hallucinating.  I felt him undo the zipper on my fly and pull down my trousers.  We had come directly from church and I was wearing long pants.  My jockeys went down with my trousers.  I was fully exposed, and hard as a rock.  Before it all sank in, my cock was in Jim’s mouth.

I was no stranger to a good blow job, but Jim was way better than good.  I had no idea what he was doing.  He may have been sucking my cock, but somehow my whole body was quivering in delight.  Needless to say I came rather quickly, and Jim swallowed everything.  He sat up again.  We resumed kissing, but this time he was fondling my now flaccid cock.  Little by little, it was getting harder.

I pulled away from him so that I could speak.  “Jim, I want to do that to you,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

“You can bet on it.”

He freed his cock, and I gasped.  He was uncut, hard, about eight inches, and slightly heftier than I am.  I went right down on him, and tried to emulate everything he had done to me.  I must have been doing a good job judging by the way he was moaning and squirming.  It took him slightly longer to cum than I did, and that was all right with both of us.

We resumed kissing and fondling, until Jim said, “Next time, I’ll give you advanced driving lessons, and teach you how to fuck properly.  For now, we better get home for dinner.”

I laughed inwardly.  I wanted to tell him that I had been sucking and fucking for a couple of years now, but he was having so much fun teaching someone that he perceived to be a “novice,” that I didn’t have the heart to burst his bubble.

After dinner, my mother was in the kitchen cleaning up.  Jim and I went into the living room.

“Your mother told me that she’s playing canasta with her girlfriends Tuesday night,” he whispered.  “How’d you like to suck my cock again?”

“I’d rather we fucked,” I said in my most grown-up manner.

Jim laughed.  “It’s a date,” he said.

*****

The moment my mother left the house, and drove off, Jim and I were all over each other.  He hurried me to my bedroom, and started to undress.  As soon as he was naked, he ran to the master bedroom and brought back condoms and lube.  I wasn’t undressed yet when he returned.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked me.  “If you’re afraid of fucking, we don’t have to do it.”

“It’s not that at all, but there is something disturbing me,” I said.

“Tell me what’s on your mind.”

‘It’s my mother,” I said with much concern.  “Where does our relationship leave her.  She’s had a miserable life, but she found happiness with you.  I don’t want anything to spoil that relationship.”

“Oh, my dear boy, my son,” he said, and he threw his arms around me.  “You have nothing to worry about.  I love your mother as much as I love you.  I can’t imagine my life without you two in it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s simple.  I love you both.  I can’t help it.  Besides, you’ll be going off to college soon.  You’ll meet other gay men, and eventually you’ll set up housekeeping with one of them.  That doesn’t mean that from time to time we can’t make love to each other, but it will all certainly slow down when you meet Mr. Wonderful.”

I still didn’t understand, but I was reassured.  I undressed rapidly.

“I’ll fuck you first,” Jim said.  “That way you’ll learn how to prepare for the intimacy we are about to share.  When you fuck me, you won’t have to prepare me at all.  I’m an old warhorse.”

That last remark certainly disturbed me, but I was becoming sexually frenzied, and I let it slide.

Jim lubed my asshole generously and inserted a finger.  It felt wonderful, and I let him know.  Nevertheless, he began to ream me, opening me up as much as possible.  Then he inserted a second finger, and reamed me even longer.  He added lube, and went to a third finger.  That hurt me at first, but not for long.  At last, he inserted a fourth finger.  He reamed me for so long, I was afraid that my mother would come home before we could fuck each other.

When I was comfortable with four fingers, he turned me on back, and pulled me to the edge of the bed.

“I’m going to fuck you missionary style,” he said.  “I want to see your face when you experience your first fuck.”

He put on a lubricated condom, raised my legs, aligned his cock with my asshole, and began his entry.  I was well stretched, and had very little pain.  Once he passed my sphincter, he slipped in easily.  His cock was touching my prostate, and I felt wonderful.  At the time, I knew nothing about the erotic power of a stimulated prostate gland.

When his cock could go in no farther, I began to cry, and let him know that I was crying for joy.  He lay still for a while.  I actually started to thrust first, and instinctively, I contracted my ass.  Jim smiled.  He picked up on my thrusting, and joined me in a dance of love.  When he came inside of me, I nearly fainted with happiness.  In addition, to that joyous experience, I almost came myself.

“Could we skip the condoms next time?” I asked sincerely.  “I would have wanted to feel your cum filling me up.”

“Sure we can,” he said, “but I want you to get used to using condoms when you are out in the world.  How’d you like to fuck me commando?” he asked.

“Yes, yes,” I cried.

Jim needed very little preparation, just as he had promised me.  I entered him easily, with a minimum of lube.  I came way too fast, but I came inside of him, and I was thrilled.  We lay together in my bed for a while, kissing, hugging and fondling.  Then we showered together and got dressed, just in case my mother came home earlier than expected.

“Next Sunday, when you give me a driving lesson, can we fuck in the car?” I asked.

“No, because I’m taking you to a place with heavier traffic.”

“But afterwards, can’t we go to that isolated spot again?”

“It’s a possibility,” he said smiling at me.  He kissed me again, and I knew we would fuck again on Sunday. 

*****

After I got my driver’s license, Jim and I had very few opportunities to be intimate with each other.  The only available time was on my mother’s canasta nights.  On those night’s when she had the game in our house, Jim told her that we would go to a movie, and not be in the way.  Instead, we drove to the isolated spot where I had my first driving lesson.  It was even more secluded at night, and we fucked away on the back seat to our heart’s content.

All that good stuff ended when I went off to Florida State in Tallahassee.  As Jim had predicted, I met Mr. Right there.  He lived in West Palm Beach, and I lived in Ft. Pierce.  The distance between us was only about sixty-five miles, so we saw plenty of each other, even on school breaks.

When we graduated, we both got good jobs with two different brokerage firms in Miami.  We rented a lovely two bedroom apartment not far from the ocean, and set up housekeeping just as Jim had predicted..  That made it more difficult to get together with Jim.  I told my soulmate all about my relationship with my stepfather.  One time, Jim came for a visit without my mother, and we had the greatest three-way ever.

I shudder to think of what my life would have been like, if I had not asked my stepfather for driving lessons.  He could have sent me to a driving school, and we never would have given into our lust.  The intimacy we shared will live in my memory forever.

Posted: 11/05/2021