Date: Sat, 18 Sep 2004 14:20:17 EDT
From: Wainaker0004@aol.com
Subject: Driving Lessons

All usual disclaimers apply

Adam Stone waited outside the office of the estate maintenance manager.
Brockly Hall was a sprawling English country estate covering hundreds of
acres.

Adam was 16 and was waiting outside the manager's office for his final
interview to be an estate worker. This was to be his first job since
leaving school. He was nervous, he knew that the job would require him to
drive some of the estates work vehicles but he had no experience of
anything with a motor which would be the only thing he could think of
that would lead to his failing to get the job.
Adam had just turned sixteen, not tall around 5'6", 10 stone (140lbs) and
lean, he had hazel eyes, his hair was dark brown and still had traces of
his last mohican hair cut complete with fading blond highlights. He had a
natural tan to his skin that enhanced his high cheek features pearly
white teeth, perfect nose and slightly pouting lips. He shifted nervously
on the high back leather chair which was one of three opposite the office
door. He wore a pair of soft faded blue denim jeans, black loafers and a
crisp white short sleeved shirt that his mother had meticulously ironed
for him. He wore the shirt untucked and open to the third button as it
was a warm summers day and with his nerves and the heat he was trying to
keep cool.

The office door opened suddenly causing Adam to jump slightly. In the
doorway stood the estate manager, Harry Foster, short, slightly tubby
around the same height as Adam, at 42 he was loosing his hair, he wore
casual grey trousers with a black leather belt into which was tucked a
black polo shirt open at the neck and bearing the estate logo on the left
breast. His Doc martin's shoes were black to contrast with the shirt and
trousers.

Ah! Young Adam, he exclaimed reaching out a hand. Adam stood and
nervously placed his own slender hand out, they shook hands as the
manager ushered Adam in front of him and into the office.
The office was quite spartan as it was a busy hands on job for the
manager with little time for desk work.
Unbeknown to Adam the job was his. There was no way that Harry Foster was
going to let this dream boy pass him bye. As he spoke to Adam he could
not take his eyes off the boys open shirt through which he could see his
tanned skin, collar bones and slender throat. He continued talking to the
boy who was hanging on every word. All Adam could hear was, "the job is
yours, which was all that he wanted to hear. What he had not expected was
that his continued employment would be subject to him proving his ability
to drive the estates working vehicles. This the manager went on to
explain would be his personal responsibility starting with the first
lesson the coming tuesday on Adam's second day at the estate.
On the boys first day he was shown the daily routine and shown his works
locker by one of the other workers, he had been kited out with four new
sky blue polo shirts, boots and other safety wear. Other clothing was the
employees responsibility. He had noticed that most of the other workers
wore old jeans or shorts from cut down jeans or their old sports shorts.

At 8am on tuesday morning Adam was alone in the locker room. Still
barefoot he had just changed into his work jeans when the door opened and
in walked Harry. The usual good mornings were exchanged. Ready for the
first lesson then Adam? 'Yes Mr Foster' won't be a minute and I will be
ready. "No rush' said Foster as he eagerly eyed the boy. Adam pulled his
white tee shirt up over his head and off placed it into the locker and
retrieved the uniform polo. Foster was almost slavering at the sight of
the boys lean body clad only in the old faded jeans. He made note of
every detail of his slender upper body, boyish pert nipples, cute concave
belly button slender waist, tight stomach and that face, oh, that
beautiful face and mouth, had he been just two minutes sooner he would
have been able to see the boys slender tanned legs but not his other
attributes that remained covered by the white tee shirt, he could only
imagine what was now concealed beneath the boys jeans. Adam raised his
arms and pulled the polo over his head and down to cover his exposed
body.
Impatient now, Harry began to usher the boy along. Adam hurriedly
finished dressing and followed Harry out to the yard.
He watched as Harry clambered up into the drivers side of the old lorries
high cab shortly to copy him on the passenger side.
The old lorry whined as Harry floored the clutch and jiggled the long
floor gear stick in an effort to engage second gear. Adam was amused at
Harry's efforts. The seating in the cab was a long single bench seat of
smooth dark green leather which Adam had difficulty sitting still on as
the lorry heaved around the narrow estate roads. As they drove Harry
pointed out some of the estates landmarks that the boy would need to
remember if he was to find his way around. After several miles Harry
turned the lorry off of the main estate road and they both bounced around
on the slippery leather seat as the lorry swayed its way along the rutted
track. After about 2 miles Harry brought the vehicle to a halt, it
spluttered little death throws as the engine died. For around twenty
minutes Harry instructed the boy on the fine art of using the gears in
conjunction with the clutch. Harry took every opportunity to make contact
with the boy, placing his hand over the boy's as he gripped the ball of
the gear stick and guided him through the gear box, pressing his knee
down and guiding it back up as he pushed on the clutch peddle.
Adam had enjoyed the instruction and for some reason the contact he had
with Harry. He took an instant liking to Harry at his first interview.
Not having his own father around Adam felt a natural affinity toward his
new boss to be. Harry moved over back to the drivers side as the boy slid
along the seat back into the passengers position for this they both moved
over each other as Adam moved across Harry, Harry took the opportunity to
guide the slender hips past him with a firm grip. Harry had chosen this
vehicle because of the bench seat and high cab which he knew the boy and
himself could almost stand up in. "Well Adam' Harry began, You know I
explained to you that to continue in the job you will have to learn to
drive, hanging on every word the manager was saying the boy nodded his
understanding. Well it need not be a problem son he said at the same time
placing his hand on the boys upper leg and giving it a gentle squeeze. I
can see you are going to be a good learner and be able to follow
instruction Harry said, his hand now slowly gliding back and forth along
the jeans covered leg. "If you say so Mr Foster' replied Adam who was now
starting to get a strange feeling in his stomach causing his eyes to
glaze over and his breathing to become heavier as he felt the hand rub
his inner thigh. He had read stories of boys being seduced by older men
some in situations similar to the one he found himself in now but this
was different, he wanted something to happen. Do you think we are going
to get on ok Adam? " yeh......yeees Mr Foster I...I..think so. good Harry
said, good.... I had a feeling from your first interview that we were
going to get along. Harry's hand now moved on up to rub up and down the
boys arm. What would you like me to do for you Adam? at the same time
pulling the boys feet up onto the seat. The boy stammered softly as the
rough fingers began to unlace his work boots. I......I..am not sure Mr
Foster...I.....his mind flashing back to recall the stories he had
read.....How about you take your shirt off for me said Harry now having
removed the boys boots and letting them drop to the cab floor. I liked
the look of you this morning when I walked into the changing
hut.oh.......uttered the boy......sure sir....if that's what you would
like? yes boy that's what I would like, first kneel up on the seat but
let me take your socks off first, Harry slowly removed the boys socks to
reveal his soft feet. "Now up you get boy' Harry now turned sideways on
to the boy who now knelt back on his heels facing him, " now let's loose
that shirt' Harry's eyes widened as the boy pulled the shirt up and clear
of his body, off over his head at which point Harry took it and dropped
it down onto the discarded boots and socks. He now knew that all that
remained was the jeans and whatever was under them. Harry almost drooled
over the sight of the boy knelt directly and not eighteen inches from
him. A wide black leather belt with a plain silver buckle encircled the
slender waist. But Harry wanted to play first. The boy followed the hands
that now moved to touch his naked torso gasping when they made first
contact with his skin, first they moved to either side of his waist then
up his sides at which point he instinctively put his hands up and behind
his head displaying to Harry the thick soft brown hair under his arms
which the rough fingers fondled. Harry had to inch forward to allow his
hands to move around the boys back and caress it up and down causing the
boys breathing to become even faster and him to begin to
utter...........oooooooh Mr Foster.....
please......pleeeeeease.....ooooh... the fingers now moved around to draw
circles over the firm young, tanned chest stopping only to allow the
rough skin on the thumbs to graze over the two now firm nipples sending
spasms through the boys young body.ooooooh.siiiiiiir...please do what you
want to me....ooooooooh.In sultry tones and excitement Harry pressed the
boy further...What do you want me to do to you Adam? Do you like what I
am doing to you now? while twisting each nipple gently in
turn................ ...ooooooooooooooooh Yeeeees.....siiiiiiir
yeeeeeees.ooooooh the molesting hands now moved gently over every inch of
the boys torso, fingers probing right into his belly button bringing
gasps from the boys throat as his head pressed back into his clasped
hands to try and relieve the ecstasy coursing through his young body.
Harry watched the boys now sweat covered face contort as his fingers did
their lustful work. "Tell me what to do boy' insisted Harry...oooooooh Mr
Foster...strip me naked if you want to... take all my clothes off so that
I will be totally nude for you......pleeeeeeese play with my
bodyooooooooooooh don't stop....don' t stop.oooooooooooh. What are you
wearing under your jeans boy? tell me.descibe what you have under
them..more gulps and heavy breathing emitted from the boy. Pants
siiiiiiir, underpants.pale yellow underpants
siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir.ooooooooooh. Are they new or old demanded Harry. old
.....oh ..old siiiiiir faded yellow from being washed. can I have them?
asked Harry.ooooooh yes sir please.............please take them off of me
take them strip me now please Mr Foster I want to be nude for you. Adam,
despite all the lustful distractions he was feeling was aware that his
cock was raging firm inside his remaining clothes pressing against the
soft yellow material from which he wanted release. While Harry's left
hand continued to play with the boys body his left hand now moved to
unfasten the belt buckle flicking the belt open and pulling it slowly
from the captive loops around the boys jeans waistband he placed the belt
on the seat behind him and continued with both hands now to unfasten the
jeans at the waist but before drawing down the zip he squeezed the boys
cock through the soft denim causing a great shudder to wrack the young
body in front of him.....oooooooooooh Mr Foster please make me cum
pleeeeese I want to cum for you. Harry now grasped the jeans either side
of the open waistband and pulled them apart causing them to open wide and
reveal the faded thin yellow cotton underpants they had been concealing.
The boy instinctively knelt up straight as if pleading for the jeans to
be pulled down his legs, Harry proceeded to pull the jeans down revealing
the pants completely. Harry lifted each of the boys knees off of the seat
in turn and slipped the jeans free of his legs. The jeans now lay atop
the shirt on the cab floor. Harry moved back slightly from the boy to
admire his handiwork, watching lustfully as the boys cock pressed at the
front of his underwear producing a wet patch from the pre-cum that he
had been involuntarily emitting during his bodies torment. Now what do
you want boy? said Harry as his hand reached between the boys slender
thighs and caressed the boys balls gently squeezing and kneading
them...oooooooooooooooh.......oooooooooooooooooh siiiiiir... .....Mr
Foster.oh..oh noooooooooo..pleeeeeeeeeeeese....a thumb now brushed his
hard cock up and down...ooooooh.....nooooh......Harry reached into a
dashboard compartment and produced a small paring knife.. "I am going to
cut off your underpants now! can I do that now boy? ooh yes siiiir please
cut them off of me please I want to be naked and completely nude for you
pleeeeeeease do it cut them off. Harry pulled the elastic hem of one leg
and cut through it with one cut followed by the other leg now he
stretched each leg hole to release the tension of the elastic allowing
the boys cock to fall forward and tent the material. "look down and
watch' Harry commanded the boy who let his head drop slowly down to view
his own now almost naked body. he shuddered slightly as slowly the knife
went about its business of shredding the yellow material and finally
cutting through the elastic waistband. The boys rigid cock twitched above
the discarded yellow remnants of his underpants that now lay on the seat
below him. The boy's cock was at least six inches and uncut, the foreskin
was drawn halfway down the tender bell of his cock revealing the pre-cum
soaked slit at its tip. A neat bush of soft brown pubic hair forming a
backdrop to the cock and dressing his cum filled ball sack. Now! said
Harry, tell me what to do now, shall I draw your foreskin back so I can
see your full shaft?.Yes sir Mr Foster.....do it pleeeeeeeeese .oh.please
wank me off! make me cum for you.oooooooh pleeeeeeease.......the boy
tensed as two rough fingers took hold of the skin around his cock and
slowly, deliberately drew the skin back from the tender head then drew it
back and forth again then again and again..........the boy squirmed
...begging for relief both Harr'ys hands now assaulted the boys cock and
balls finally drawing the foreskin back as far as it would go, revealing
the tender pink skin that once lay hidden away from all but the boys own
eyes. Harry was the first to see this boy totally naked and aroused
begging him for relief. His cock was now pulsing each time the skin was
retracted to its full length, pre-cum oozed in quantity now with each
upward stroke from the fingers which it now stuck to. The boy was now
contorting with each stroke.please siiiiir..pleeeeeeeease I am
cumming.dooooooooon't stop.ooooooooooooooooooooh aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. As
Harry watched the boys cock the boy gave off one almighty shudder
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he cried as he released his boy cum in spurt after
delicious spurt in long drools and threads. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease
stttttt....please stop siiiir Mr Foster..Harry was not stopping. He now
tortured the boy while his cock was at its most tender pumping it dry of
every drop of his boy fluid, the boy
continued...noooooooooooooooooooohohhhhhhhhhhnooooooooaaagh the rough
finger tips scratching at the tender skin and cock head
stoooooooooooop...pleeease stooooooooooooooooooooooop, tears now fell
from the boys eyes as he experienced the ecstasy at cumming at the will
of mr Foster and the pain of not being released from the after
pleasurable pain which continued as his balls were squeesed and his cock
assaulted without mercy. Harry released the boys now half erect and sore
flesh allowing him to lower his hands and collapse on the seat now soaked
with his own sweat, shredded underpants and pools of fresh cum. Harry
drank in the sight of the naked boy sobbing in ecstatic pain, his new
conquest but it was not complete, not yet...to continue....

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