My Second Driving Lesson

The date for my first driving lesson at a driving school was a little further in the future. The license was a gift from my family and friends for my 18th birthday, and it was to start in two weeks. Dad had taken me to the big parking lot in the industrial area near us on a Sunday and had shown me some basic driving skills in a very first driving lesson to take away my fear. Well, this driving lesson from Dad was somehow... it was very special. It was summer, it was very warm and my hormones were going crazy: I got a hard-on because Dad kept putting his hand on my hand or my thigh. When he noticed that, well... he gave me a massive blowjob in the car. Really, I'd never had a blowjob like that before. I came so hard... and whenever I thought about it, I got hard again immediately.

The Monday after that driving lesson was really torture. I could hardly concentrate during the lesson, there were so many images running through my head: Dad sitting next to me in the passenger seat of the car with his legs spread in his sport shorts, his hard-on clearly visible. How I took his hard-on in my hand, how I massaged it, and how Dad moaned during this treatment. I remembered how he sucked me off really hard. And finally how he unwrapped his pecker and squirted in a high arc. Every now and then at school I had a hard-on again and imagined what it would be like to suck dad's dick myself.

In the evening, we all sat together for dinner as usual: Mom, Dad, my big brother and me. We talked about the day, what was coming up in the next few days, this and that. I watched Dad: he acted as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't just swallowed my sperm yesterday.... Man, and again my cock was stirring and starting to grow. I nervously slid back and forth on my chair and decided that I wanted that to happen again. Now. Only this time I wanted to suck Dad's cock to the end.

"Say, Dad, would you mind giving me another driving lesson today?" I asked.

I noticed a change in Dad's face, but it wasn't clear to me. Was it discomfort? Or was he just as horny as I was?

"Well, you're picking up speed." My older brother had always told me to get my driver's license. And that was only because he had to drive me every now and then. He was obviously pleased that his days as his little brother's chauffeur would soon be numbered.

"That's a fabulous idea," my mother exclaimed delightedly. "You really seem to be losing your fear of driving, don't you? Your dad's a good teacher, isn't he!?"

I looked at Dad with a grin, my thoughts revolving around how Dad had emptied me yesterday.

Dad looked at me: "The parking lot in the industrial park should be pretty empty again by now. Shall we go after dinner?"

My excitement grew, my penis as well. This had been easy. "Yes, of course," I replied, and my cock jumped with joy.

Less than 15 minutes later, we got into the car. Like yesterday, Sunday, it was very warm and we were both wearing loose sports shorts and tank tops again. I was already sitting on the passenger side when Dad got in. I watched Dad get in, trying to see if he had a hard-on, trying to read his face to see if he was even thinking about what I was imagining, but I didn't recognize anything. I was unsure: Learning to drive? All well and good, but I was horny as hell and wanted to suck Dad's dick.

We were still standing in the driveway. Dad looked at me and asked: "So tell me, what do you have to keep in mind when starting the engine?"

I looked at Dad's mouth as he spoke, trying not to think about how those lips had wrapped around my cock yesterday. But I couldn't.

"Um... hmmm... you have to turn the key," I stuttered to myself. A tent was growing in my crotch.

Dad laughed: "Very well." He started the engine and explained to me what he was looking out for. He explained what he was doing as he drove off, and he kept explaining it to me as he drove. But I couldn't concentrate, not one bit. I kept making a few sounds like "Hm" or "Ah yes" or "Really?" to pretend I was listening to him. But my thoughts were all about what I REALLY wanted to do with Dad right now... and for the life of me: Driving wasn't one of them.

My cock had already grown to full length and was forming a pretty obvious tent in my gym shorts. During the drive, however, the disappointing realization grew that Dad really wanted to teach me now how to drive. So I covered my hard-on with my tank top and tried to concentrate a little more on driving.

By the time we got to the parking lot, it was actually already completely deserted. It was probably 7:30 p.m., and at that time of night, the offices and small craft businesses in the industrial park were all closed. We lived in a small town and closing time was a sacred time here.

"All right, let's switch places!" Dad opened the door and got out. I did the same: I opened the passenger door, lifted myself out of the car, tried to hold on to my hard-on a little and walked along the front of the car like Dad to switch to the other side. I continued to cover my boner with my hand and tried not to let it swing back and forth too much.

We met halfway in front of the car: Dad stopped in front of me and blocked my way. Our eyes met. While I was still trying to comprehend what was actually happening, Dad took my arm of the hand covering my boner and pushed it away. With his mouth slightly open, his eyes narrowed to small slits, he stared at the bulge in my crotch. With his other hand, he began to pat my hard-on again with light slaps, just like yesterday. I jerked my hips back slightly at the first slap and moaned, but Dad followed with his hand and more slaps.

Then he reached through the fabric of my gym shorts for my cock. He gripped it tightly, and again I felt the pressure through the fabric stretching around my hard-on. Dad looked into my eyes again: "You've got such a nice cock, boy!"

I grinned at him, holding his gaze, and my free hand moved to his crotch: his already hard cock greeted me. When I touched it, Dad also flinched a little. I also gripped his hard cock tightly. "I've been thinking about this meat all day today, Dad!"

So we stood in front of the car for a while, both our hard cocks in our hands through our sports shorts, looking at each other. There must have already been a stain of pre-cum on the fabric of my shorts. Dad squeezed gently and eased off again, squeezed again and eased off again. I did the same, I could feel the fabric of his sports shorts getting wet. Dad was just as horny as I was.

"Come on, not like this in public," Dad said, letting go of my boner and walking around to the passenger side.

With our boners dangling, we each walked to the other side of the car, opened the doors and sat down. As soon as we closed the doors, I reached up under Dad's pants leg with one hand and grabbed his hard cock right there. Dad exhaled heavily, grabbed mine hand with hiis hands and almost shouted: "Careful, boy, we want to have some fun with this!"

Oh boy, did we want to. Well, I certainly did. I let go of Dad's boner, turned to the passenger side and grabbed the waistband of Dad's sports shorts with both hands. He didn't hesitate for a second and lifted his body so I could pull his shorts down. His fully erect cock was stuck in the waistband and snapped back onto Dad's stomach with a soft thud as I pulled his shorts down. Dad spread his hairy legs and I leaned forward, holding Dad's hard-on with one hand and began to kiss it, gently, pressing my wet lips to Dad's cock and slowly sliding them up and down. As I slid further down, Dad's pubic hair tickled my nose: he was hairy, but he obviously trimmed his hair. And he smelled so good... I sank my face into Dad's crotch, my mouth on his scrotum, which I gently massaged with my tongue, and my nose almost on the perineum between his scrotum and his ass. Dad spread his legs a little more and lifted his hips a little so I could get a good grip all over. He had one hand on the back of my head while the other slipped under my tank top and massaged my back and neck. Occasionally, this hand would move further forward under my tank top and begin to play with my nipple. The first movements were still random, but the third or fourth movement of this hand toward my breast had one goal: to get to my nipple. It had hardened instantly and Dad's fingers stroked it, turning in circles over it. Finally, he began to press lightly on the nipple, taking it between his index finger and thumb and squeezing it very gently. I moaned dully as my mouth tightened around Dad's cock.

Then Dad took his other hand from the back of my head and continued to massage my nipple. He took his pecker in his hand and began to press it against my mouth with gentle rhythmic strokes, then pushed it away again to slap it back against my mouth in the next moment. I opened my mouth slightly and moistened my lips as his cock landed with soft slapping sounds. Dad groaned and moaned.

Now it was enough foreplay: Dad kept to his rhythm, slapping his cock against my mouth again and again, but with the next stroke I changed the angle, opened my mouth and let his cock slide into my mouth. I sucked really hard so Dad wouldn't pull his cock out of my mouth again. Dad yelled "OH MAN", groaned loudly and started breathing really heavily. If I hadn't known that he was surprised that I was sucking so hard on his hard cock, I would have been afraid that he might was going to have a heart attack or something like that. "Careful, boy, my pecker is highly explosive!" Dad laughed. I had to grin too, which eased some of the pressure I had built up around Dad's cock with my sucking mouth. Dad must have thought I wanted to stop sucking his cock because he said, "Oh boy, please keep going! I'm not going to cum that quickly either."

Two things were now happening in my head: First, I didn't want to stop at all, I hadn't thought about anything else all day. Second, I saw this sentence as a kind of challenge: Dad had made me cum pretty quickly yesterday, would I be able to do the same to him?

My mouth closed tightly around Dad's cock again.

"Yes, just like that!" Dad seemed to relax a bit.

I got into position by standing up a little from the driver's seat, crawling out of the slightly sideways position and leaning straight forward with my upper body.

"Ohoooo... what's going to happen now?" Dad asked with a dirty grin.

And then I started: First, I slowly lowered my head and let Dad's cock slide deep into my throat. I gagged and coughed. "Slow down," Dad said almost gently. But I didn't want to: I let Dad's hard cock slide deep into me again, this time I was able to control my gag reflex better. Instead of coughing, the slight gagging built up even more pressure around Dad's glans. Dad moaned loudly, he took my head in both hands and pushed it up a little. What was happening here? Did Dad want me to stop now?

But then he started to fuck my mouth, slowly moving his hips up and down. This made his hard cock move in and out of my mouth. I sucked hard with my lips, but still some spit ran down Dad's cock, over his scrotum and onto the passenger seat. I breathed heavily through my nose and with every breath I smelled Dad's cock, his scrotum, the spit, Dad's sweat. Dad moaned, he got louder, his hip movement had stopped abruptly, but his cock was twitching wildly in my mouth. Had he just cum? But nothing came... maybe he was still empty from yesterday?

Dad exhaled out heavily three or four times... "Man, that was close!" he groaned. But I didn't want it to be close, I wanted Dad's cum. Now!

His cock was still twitching and Dad tried to reduce the stimulation on his cock by avoiding any movement of his hips, but I let my head slide down to his crotch. I felt his glans nudge my throat, my tongue playing with the underside of Dad's cock in my mouth, my nose deep in Dad's pubic hair. He grunted loudly and I felt his whole body shake as he jerked back against the backrest. He had thrown his arms up, his hands pressed against the ceiling of the car, his legs spread further apart. I held his twitching cock deep in my throat and pushed my head into his crotch. With slower movements I moved my head up, but with faster movements I pushed my head down, making Dad hit my throat each time..

"YES, YES.... Oh man... BOY... YEEESS"

Dad roared and began to move his hips again. He thrust to the rhythm of my head, his cock pressing harder against my throat. I could feel Dad's cock deep, deep down in my throat. Then I stopped moving my head upwards: In powerful short movements, I pressed his cock harder and harder against my throat while Dad pushed harder and harder. He took my head in both of his hands again. This time he held it tightly, pressing my head firmly and unyieldingly into his crotch.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH"

Dad's cock suddenly became even thicker and harder. In a split of a second, Dad's cum poured into my mouth in a first gush. It was too much: I opened my mouth slightly, blew out hard and Dad's cum ran out of my mouth and down his hard-on. The second spurt followed immediately after, Dad roared incredibly loud. I immediately enclosed Dad's cock with my mouth again, the cum that had leaked out now acted like a lubricant: Dad's hip movements became more vigorous and his cock slipped out and in again. I smelled Dad's cum now, more and more of his cum was collecting in my mouth, it tasted like my own, which I had already tasted when I was jerking off. It was hot. I swallowed and swallowed, but it didn't get any less: again I had to open my mouth to let some of Dad's juice out, I breathed out heavily, but then I immediately enclosed Dad's cock again, moved my head up and down and sucked it all out of him.

Dad was breathing heavily, moaning, groaning. His whole body was shaking from a violent orgasm. I sat up, Dad's cum was all around my mouth. I took his wet, hard boner in my hand and began stroking it. With my other hand, I pulled down my pants and started jerking pre-cum-slick boner. Dad jerked even harder at the touch of his cock and laughed, "Ohhhh." He looked at me, took my head in one hand, brought it towards him and began to lick his cum out of my mouth. I stuck out my tongue out to touch his. Then we pressed our lips together for the first time, our tongues sliding through our lightly parted lips into each other's mouths, everything tasted and smelled of cock and cum. My head shook as I jerked my hand... and now my orgasm came: I opened my mouth, closed my eyes and started to moan. As I continued to wank my cock, Dad's tongue slipped into my mouth, playing with my lips, my tongue, while I kept my lips and tongue very still... I just opened my mouth and let Dad's tongue play with me. My cum shot up, the first shot was so powerful that my juice squirted all over our faces and Dad laughed and shouted, "Wow, boy!"

My hand, my dick, everything was covered with my cum after several more spurts. After I had cum, Dad took my hand and started licking my cum off it. And when there was nothing left on my hand, he leaned over me and started licking my cum covered cock.

After that, we both sat in the car for a while, breathing heavily.

Dad broke the silence: "So, what do you need to do if you want to start the engine?"

"What, seriously?" I laughed.

"Well, it would be strange if I gave you driving lessons and then you didn't know how to start a car." Dad grinned at me. "So?"

I looked at dad's dick, which was slowly getting flaccid again... "Oh please, don't give me some cheap line about a gear stick or something like that!"

We laughed and after a few jokes about gear sticks, we continued to practice starting the car.