A gay story: My First Driving Lesson Editor’s note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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I didn’t really feel like it. From my point of view, everything was fine the way it was: we lived in a medium-sized city with a good bus network, I had my bike and every now and then Dad, Mum, my older brother or friends would drive me when there was no other option. I didn’t really see the need to get a driver’s license. But on my 18th birthday, my dad announced that it was time for me – they had all chipped in to book the driving lessons and they had already booked the first appointment at the driving school. Somehow it seemed to me that EVERYONE was pretty determined to get me a driver’s license…
But I was also a little scared. Seriously, others might think driving is cool, but it was nothing to me. I’m not really that scared, but the thought of driving a car by myself… man, it made me feel queasy. I told my dad right after my birthday and he suggested that he could show me how to drive in the big parking lot in the industrial park on a Sunday when there was nothing going on.
So we drove to this large, completely empty parking lot on a Sunday. I sat down in the driver’s seat and immediately thought I was going to have a heart attack – I was so excited, my hands were getting clammy and I felt hot and cold. Dad explained to me in a calm voice how the windshield wipers worked, how to turn the lights on and off, how to accelerate and brake and how to shift gears. I calmed down at first, but then Dad said: “Okay, now brake with your right leg and press the clutch with your left… okay, that’s good, now put the key in and start the engine!”
Instantly I was super excited again. So now I was supposed to turn on this killer machine? I must have looked pretty desperate because Dad grinned at me, put the key into my right hand and moved my hand to the keyhole. He turned the key and the engine started, I almost felt dizzy… What if this thing starts rolling now? But nothing happened. “The handbrake is on and you step on the brake, nothing can happen!” Dad said. I calmed down again.
We sat like that for a moment… I didn’t even realize it at first, but Dad’s hand remained on mine. I was holding the key, Dad was holding my hand on the keyhole. It was a strange moment. Then he guided my hand to the gear stick. “This is how you put it in first gear”.
Dad kept his hand on mine as he showed me how to shift gears in the car. I felt the gear stick under my hand, Dad’s hand on mine… and my mind began to wander. I suddenly imagined that the gear stick might feel like a hard cock… and that Dad’s hand was guiding me to touch that hard cock. I’d had thoughts like that a lot lately, but now here, with Dad alone in the car in this completely deserted parking lot, his hand on mine… It felt like anything could happen. It was summer, so I was wearing light athletic shorts, in which my cock was now starting to get hard. I pulled my hand from under Dad’s hand from the gear stick to put my growing cock in position. Dad didn’t miss the grip on my crotch, I could see that, but he didn’t say anything.
“Now put the car in first gear, release the handbrake, let go of the brake and slowly take your foot off the clutch”. My mind was on the imaginary dick standing there between me and Dad, on Dad’s hand on mine, on my dick, on Dad’s dick… in any case, my mind wasn’t on it. When I had finally processed Dad’s words, I was so shocked that I had forgotten everything he had explained to me before: I immediately let go of the brake and clutch and the engine stalled.
Dad laughed: “Take it easy, son… you have to let the clutch in slowly… with feeling.”
Somehow these words didn’t help me to turn my thoughts back to the car. I didn’t dare look between my legs, but I was sure that my erection must be clearly visible by now. I tried it again: I started the engine, let go of the brake and slowly took my foot off the clutch. Lo and behold, the car slowly started to roll. Shocked, I immediately slammed on the brakes. We jumped forward.
Dad laughed again: “That’s better, but now try to use the brakes with a little more feeling”.
I slowly let go of the clutch and we rolled off. Then Dad put his hand on my exposed knee and said: “And now brake genttly”. I felt Dad’s hand on my knee, his skin on mine… and I wished that his hand would slide up a little bit, just a little bit… and maybe a little bit further, up to my sack, my balls, my hole. My thoughts wandered again, and now at the latest it couldn’t be any other way than my fully erect cock pressing against the fabric of my sports shorts.
I slowly put my foot on the brake and we came to a pleasant stop. “Very good, boy. Now. let’s practise a little,” Dad said. His hand slid a little further up from my knee, but stayed on my thigh. How was I supposed to concentrate on starting and stopping the car now? As best I could, I did. The car got soaked a few times, but all in all I did pretty well. Dad’s hand staying on my thigh the whole time made me… well… nervous. I leaned forward a little with my upper body hoping that my t-shirt would move a little over the tent in my pants. With that movement, I also moved my leg a little and Dad’s hand slid up a little more.
“Right, now turn off the engine, put on the handbrake and leave it in gear,” Dad said. That was it! I’d taken my first ride in a car. I was pretty sweaty and still excited, but also somehow euphoric. It was easier than I thought it would be.
“Well done, boy. Shall we talk about this stick here, now?”. Dad had kept his hand on my leg the whole time, but now he moved it directly towards my crotch and patted my hard cock through the fabric of my shorts.
I groaned: my first car ride, me alone with Dad in this car, my dirty fantasies, it was all exciting enough. But now it happened: Dad touched my hard cock. Well, not really, he patted it, gave it little slaps, but these touches electrified me. I looked at Dad.
“Boy, nobody could ignore that pecker. Hey… No problem… It’s summer, you’re young and we’re both men: I know what it’s like.” He winked at me. He was also wearing sports shorts and only now did I see that he had a massive boner in his shorts as well.
I looked at Dad’s package for a while in disbelief: it must be huge. Dad had leaned back on the passenger side, his arm resting on his leg on the side of the door, the arm he’d just been groping my cock with resting on the back of my seat. He sat there with his legs spread and presented me with his hard cock, which was visible through his pants. He grinned at me and I stared at his crotch.
Without further ado, he took my hand and brought it to his cock, just as he had just done with the gear shift. I grabbed his penis and began to massage it through his shorts. Dad started to moan, he closed his eyes, spread his hairy legs a little more and mumbled, “Oh man, boy…”
I stroked his cock through his pants, fondled his balls, slid my hand back up and gripped his hard cock through the fabric of his pants. “Oh, boy… you know what you’re doing!”
I pulled down my pants. Dad opened his eyes and laughed with excitement: “Boy… what a prick!”. He immediately grabbed my cock, stroked it and wanked it. He looked really greedy, so horny and uninhibited. “Here, lean back”.
Dad changed the position of the car seats so that we were both in a more reclined position. He suddenly leaned over to me, grabbed my balls with one hand and took my whole cock in his mouth. I suddenly felt Dad’s mouth around my cock, his lips sliding up and down the shaft, his tongue playing with my glans. I started to fuck Dad’s mouth with my hips, my cock sliding wetly in and out again and again, Dad mumbled and gurgled and then let go of my cock briefly with a heavy gasp, straightened up and looked at me excitedly: “Boy, what a cock… give me your juice!”
“But…” I actually wanted to tell him that I would have liked to suck his cock now, but he bent down to my crotch again, took my cock in his mouth and started to suck it hard. His head movements became violent, I could feel my cock penetrating deep into his throat, Dad let my hard cock bump against his throat. I made one or two more movements with my hips and then I felt the orgasm coming: I began to moan loudly, I held Dad’s head firmly in my hand, thrusting hard with my cock. Dad moaned and swallowed and I felt my cum pouring into Dad’s mouth. I continued to hold Dad’s head and pump my cum deep inside him.
As I began to relax, Dad pulled down his pants, spit into his hand and began to jerk his own cock with a shaking body. I just looked over the top of Dad’s head to his cock, his whole body moving to the fast rhythm of him working his cock with his hand. It didn’t take long for the short, quick movements to turn into several powerful, longer thrusts, with Dad moaning heavily. He had come with my cum in and around his mouth, his own cum flying in a high arc through the car onto the windshield, the window and onto his stomach. I’d never experienced such a violent orgasm from a man before: it was awesome to see Dad spread that much cum around the car and on his body.
After Dad had calmed down again, we sat upright again. Dad wiped up his cum with some paper towels and grinned at me: “Not bad for your first driving lesson. I’m looking forward to the driving lessons to come!”