Driving test

By rfsc

Published on Jan 24, 2002

Gay

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I grew up on a farm, in a simpler time. There was no need to hurry and grow up. We took life in its stride. When I turned 16, I was no real rush to get a driver's license. Hell, I've been driving tractors since I could reach the pedals. While most city kids were playing with toy trucks, I was steering the tractor cultivating between rows of corn. When I got older and wanted to see one of my friends, my dad let me drive the pickup on the back roads. I wasn't allowed on the main roads, until I got my license. That was fine with me. All my friends had their licenses, so I always had a ride.

When I turned 18, my best friend, Ronnie said, "Dude, you have to get you license like the rest of us so we can have 'fun' away from our families. Ronnie and I had discovered boy/boy sex together, so I knew what he meant by 'fun'. So I agreed to let him teach me and do some road tests this weekend.

Saturday came and Ronnie picked me up. We were just going to go to the park.; drive around there then head back home on 'real' roads. When Ronnie and I had 'fun' together, it was always innocent stuff: we jacked of together and then each other, but nothing more. But I had my suspicions about Ronnie because of the crowd he ran around with. School rumors had them all in a sex club. That didn't phase me, besides I didn't want to loose him as a friend. But I was curious.

After riding around the park area and in and out of the parking areas, we drove to the pond; stopped the car; opened the doors and relaxed in the late afternoon coolness. We were just bullshitting, when I asked Ronnie if the rumors in school about him being in a sex ring were true. He hesitated before answering then asked what I had heard. I said nothing definite but the group was supposed to suck and fuck each other.

He admitted that it was true and then some. So I said, "Well tell me about the group." "Well, I've had some pretty wild times, don't think you can handle all this, so I'll keep the stories on the tame side, so you don't have a heart attack. He told me about sucking guys off in the boys' room; about getting fucked under the bleachers in the gym; about daisy chains with six or more guys sucking cock. I don't know what was true and what wasn't but I didn't care. I was eating it up. I had a raging hardon in my jeans and needed to get off; but how? Ronnie saw my bulge. Even a blind man could have seen it. He reached out and put his hand on my mound. I didn't move away. Then I looked down at his lap. His dick was straining; trying to burst loose from his Levi's. I thought he wanted to ask me something, but then took his hand out of crotch and said that we should be getting home before my folks had a fit.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I said dejectedly. He saw me frown and then said that he would give me a treat on the way home. He said that I had to make sure that I didn't drive into a ditch. I had no idea what he meant by that. Then he said, "Drive!!! And don't forget to buckle up." As I pulled out of the park area, he started rubbing my cock through my jeans, again. He pulled down my zipper; took my cock out and started to slowly jerk me off. God, it felt great. Then he told me to watch the road, nothing else. He undid his seat belt and proceeded. He took his hand away from my crotch and took off all his clothes. When he was completely naked, I noticed the larger amounts of precum running down his cock shaft. He knelt on the floor and put his mouth over my dick. As he swallowed it, I swerved. He came off my dick and said to mind the road and not what he was doing. I was getting my very first blow job. How could I not react to that? But I did what he said. For the first time, I had both hands on the steering wheel. That's what good drivers do, after all. When we stopped at a light, I took my right hand off the steering wheel and ran it through his hair. He came up for air and asked me how I liked it. I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw a look of surprise on the driver behind us. He must have thought that I was alone. But then a head popped up from my lap. And he wasn't wearing a seatbelt. I pushed Ronnie's head down and his mouth back on my dick and told him that I was thoroughly enjoying my drive.

I told him when we were once again on the back roads near my house. He speeded up his sucking and I screamed out as I came. I took a hand off the steering wheel and pushed down on the back of his head, forcing his mouth down on my exploding cock. As I did, the car swerved and we did end up in a ditch. I just sat there panting. Ronnie was wiping my cum of his face and his off the seat covers. He had been jerking himself while sucking me. As I came down his throat, he shot his load on the seat. He got dressed. We sat there for a while trying to compose ourselves. Then he got out and pushed the car as I steered it out of the ditch.

After getting home, my mom asked how the driving had gone. I said something about having to look out for the other drivers. You never knew what could happen when you're behind the wheel.

The following week, I got my license. I also joined Ronnie's group of boys. My parents are so pleased that I had found a nice group of boys to play with. So am I!!!

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