The Driving Lesson

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I was nineteen when I started learning to drive. All my mates had already gotten their licences so I'd been the odd one out for long enough. Unfortunately, my dad wasn't around and my mum didn't drive, so I only had a driving instructor to rely on.

Raff was his name, and he seemed like a pretty decent guy. He was in his late thirties with a couple of kids who he spoke about, and a wife who he complained about. He wasn't the most patient driving instructor in the world, but I guess I wouldn't be either if someone was constantly trying to crash my car.

"Clutch in, Jackson" he said as we approached a junction, "Jackson, clutch. Clutch!"

The car jumped to a stop in the middle of the road and the sweat began to build.

"Sorry" I winced, trying to frantically start the car in the building traffic.

"Jackson" he said, and placed his hand on my knee, "just relax".

Perhaps it was a friendly gesture, but he left his hand there until I finally managed to pull off, and a few minutes later he had me pull in to a quiet carpark.

"How do you think that went?" He asked me, and I thought that it was quite self explanatory.

"Awful" I sighed, and Raff laughed.

"You're too hard on yourself, man" he told me, "everything was fine, just focus on the clutch".

I nodded, and felt his hand again.

Raff was a handsome man, if I considered it, but I hadn't considered it, not at all.

"You're thinking about it too much" he explained, "just relax and it will come to you".

I froze in the chair as Raff's hand slid slowly up my leg. I didn't know how to drive, but what I did know, was that I wasn't gay. I pulled my leg away from his touch, and he sat back as though nothing had happened.

"Clutch in" he smiled, "and go ahead".

I only had two lessons left to do, and other than the creepy encounter, Raff was still a nice guy, and so I scheduled my last lessons with him for the following week and that was that.

A few days before I was due to take the lessons, I found out my girlfriend had been cheating on me. We'd been together since we were fourteen, so to say I was heartbroken was an understatement. I considered cancelling the lessons, but thought better of it. Learning to drive would surely make her jealous.

"You okay, Jackson?" Raff asked me after I got into the car and stalled three times.

"Yeah" I lied, trying and failing for a forth time.

"Hop in the passenger seat" he told me, and we switched seats. Raff drove off.

"Let me guess" he smiled, his eyes on the road, "woman trouble".

"Yeah" I sighed, and a few minutes later we were back in an empty car park.

"There's no point continuing the lessons today" he told me, "not if you're not feeling up for it".

I nodded. He was right.

"So why don't you let me take care of you instead?"

For a moment his words didn't register with me. I cocked a brow and watched as Raff's hand returned to my leg.

"I'm flattered, man" I said, "but I'm not gay".

"I have a wife and two kids" he laughed, "but sometimes I like to blow off some steam. What have you got to lose?"

Perhaps on a normal day I would have refused him, and found a new driving instructor, but recent events had made me bold.

"How?" I asked him, fully aware that his hand was trailing my leg again, this time I let him.

"Lay back" he said, and slowly he unclipped my seatbelt and lowered my chair until I was staring up at the ceiling.

I knew it was weird, yet I stayed still as Raff's hand crept across my crotch and squeezed gently. It felt good, yet strange.

Raff continued to squeeze my bulge until I felt it stiffen. I never in my life expected to get hard for a guy, and yet I was doing just that. Part of me felt embarrassed.

His fingers slipped into the waistband of my tracksuit bottoms and slowly slid them down, my boxers came with them until I felt a breeze against my bare cock.

"Very nice" he whispered, and I shivered as he trailed his finger along the underside of my shaft.

I flinched when his warm hand closed around it. I knew I wasn't big, but he didn't seem to care. Perhaps five inches was enough for him, because he lowered his head and I felt his wet tongue against the exposed tip.

"Fuck" I sighed, squeezing the chair, "that's... That's good".

The sound of his slurping made me harder as Raff sucked my dick. He was good at it too, but he'd already told me that this wasn't his first rodeo.

The man continued, taking my entire cock until his chin rubbed against the bristles of my shaved pubic hair. I felt his throat tighten around my helmet, and his tongue lapped at my balls.

"Holy shit" I groaned, my whole body tingling as Raff worked my pole.

He continued sucking for another twenty minutes. Every time he brought me to the edge of orgasm, he'd slow down until my cock was pouring pre-cum into his mouth. I was drenched in it too, my balls sticky with my own fluid as his hand rubbed under my t-shirt, caressing my forming abs as I moaned and whimpered.

His other hand pushed further under my balls, and I knew where he was going.

"No" I said, though the word barely escaped through my pleasured gasps. He didn't push it, and fondled my balls instead.

Finally, after nearly thirty minutes of breathless arousal, Raff sped up. He sucked, licked and lapped, choking himself on my wet cock until it happened.

My heavy balls crawled upwards, tightening against my straining meat as a strong orgasm began burning through me. I gasped, my knuckles turning white as I squeezed the fabric of the chair beneath me, and suddenly I was pouring cum into Raff's mouth.

I almost screamed out as he milked me. He swallowed every drop, using his hand to coax my seed out of my erupting prick, until finally I was spent, and my dick slipped from his mouth and lay against my wet crotch, twitching and softening.

"Better?" He asked, sitting back up and wiping his mouth.

"Better" I nodded.

My mates take the piss out of me because I failed my driving test five times, they'd be shocked to know why.