Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2024 04:21:36 +0000 (UTC) From: "uncommonsense19@yahoo.com" Subject: The Driver Pt 3 Hello Readers You've probably already forgotten this story since I haven't written an update since January. Apologies for the lateness- I've already started chapter 4 though. Thank you to those of you who took the time to email me. As I mentioned this is still 100% true to my best recollection. I'd love to hear your feedback (uncommonsense19@yahoo.com) if you have the time and inclination. I try to respond to everyone who emails. More importantly--- I really hope you like it and consider making a donation to Nifty. It's an invaluable source of erotic literature that has helped us all discover more about ourselves! https://donate.nifty.org/ The Driver Chapter 3 My heart was still racing after a mutual jerk-off session in the car with our driver. I took deep breaths as I exited the restroom, hoping to calm myself as I joined my parents on the shopping floor. I was afraid they would see a goofy grin all over my face or smell the sex off me. As I joined them my dad said "Well you look refreshed! Hopefully, you didn't nap too long, and you can sleep tonight". Anish caught my eye and smirked- I had a feeling I wouldn't be sleeping much that night. After a few hours of shopping and errands, we got back in the car for what I thought would be a relaxing car ride home. The pent-up sexual tension had to better after my release earlier. But, as always Anish had other plans. The combination of the chilly night air and jet-lag soon lulled my family to sleep in the backseat. Even Anish who could usually talk to a brick wall only was unusually quiet as he watched their heads nod off from the rearview mirror. He cleared his throat and looked at me with a mischievous grin. What was he up to? I looked over and noticed what had made him smile. The uncut head of his stiffy was poking out of his zipper. Oh my god! What was he doing? My family is like a foot away. He stifled a laugh at my shocked expression. He motioned towards my shorts. He wanted me to join him. Oh hell no! I shook my head-- an unequivocal no. I was equally parts terrified and titillated. Anish was not deterred by my shock at all. His hand was wrapped around his cock which was hard as steel. Pumping up and down. Slowly, luxuriously without a care in the world. His eyes were focused on the small bumpy road we were on. He was clearly used to this type of multitasking. Every few minutes his eyes would dart from the road to me. I couldn't be sure if he was checking to see if I had joined or if it turned him on that I was intently watching. For what seemed like the 10th time in the last 24 hours he had my heart racing and my erection straining in my shorts. This was wrong, but I couldn't look away. He released his hand from his cock letting it just sit there pulsing in the warm air. He was looking at the road but knew I was watching him intently as slowly and deliberately he undid those 2 additional buttons on his shirt again. One hand on the steering wheel the other pinching his pert chocolate nipple. I wasn't sure where to look as my attention bounced between the pearl of precum on the tip of the mushroom head or his hand reaching for his nipple. I remembered how hard it felt in my fingers, and his face wincing in the slight erotic pain he was giving himself. Fuck that did it. I reached down and pinched just below the base of my head hoping to get it to go down before I formed a wet spot in my light-colored shorts. He noticed. He reached back down to his cock. His fingers skimmed the head in a circle gathering the sweet honey of his precum. He looked at me. I couldn't breathe. Not sure what he was going to do next. He offered his fingers to me. What? What was I supposed to do? Hold his hand? Clean him up? Seeing my confusion he smiled that wicked smile again. He stuck his fingers in his mouth tasting his sweet honey. He moaned slightly hopefully softly enough that I was the only one who could hear it. Fuck me- that was hot. He reached down to his cock again. Stroking a few more times. Up and down, up and down. Not fast enough to be in danger of cumming but enough to squeeze out a little more of that nectar. He looked at me again. One eyebrow raised, fingers stretched out once more offering. I couldn't take it anymore. I looked in the back seat. They were all snoring away. I bent my head slightly and took his fingers in my mouth. I missed judged a bit and went down a little further on his fingers than I needed to. Did I just fucking deep-throat this man's fingers? It was worth it though. The taste of his warm sweet precum in my mouth was worth the risk and embarrassment. I popped my head back up and was almost afraid to see his reaction. His expression was a mixture of pride and surprise that I had crossed the line. Suddenly he cleared his throat loudly. "Almost home" he announced loudly stirring the others. He loved to mess with my anxiety. As they awoke and stretched he stuck his still-hard cock back in his pants. He patted it as though to say "Good boy". "We should get an early start tomorrow, I'll just stay here tonight," he said to my dad. The rest of the evening is kind of a blur. I don't remember much of what happened before bed. I do know I wasn't able to jerk off- the way the bathroom was set up was, there was never time or privacy to jerk in there. I do remember being in bed before him. He used the old outdoor shower when he stayed over. I assume at this point everyone else was asleep or at least in bed because he came back to the room in just a towel. My grandmother would have been pissed if she saw him like that- again where we are from nudity and sex are pretty private things. Anyway, he came in with a thin white cotton towel wrapped around his small waist. I was nervous but allowed myself to take a long look at him. His chest was naturally smooth, which made me oddly jealous despite how proud I was of my growing tuft of chest hair. He was long and lean like a swimmer. Taut muscles rippled under the surface that came from manual labor not from the gym. He has a long neck that I found myself wanting to lick. His jawline was strong hidden but some patchy spots of a 5 o'clock shadow from the day. It made him look younger, like a teenager. His smile was crooked but his smile was full of bright even teeth. He always had a slight mischievousness in his smile and a glint in his puppy dog eyes like he just thought of a joke. His hair which was usually firmly gelled in place was wet and loose- longish curls falling on his face, just past his nose. He wasn't shy as he took off his towel under the pretense of drying himself off more. Looking back I'm not sure why we needed the pretense. We both knew something was going to happen. I just wasn't sure what. His legs were long and almost completely hairless. They made him look taller than he was. His soft uncut brown cock was nestled between a full bush. I didn't manscape either but he was wild like a jungle, I could barely see his balls. But there they were close to his body but slightly relaxed from the warmth of the shower. He bent down to grab his bag from under the bed again. He pulled out another pair of those cheap Lycra briefs- red this time- and a pair of shorts. He didn't bother with a shirt. He started to pull the undies on as he watched me watching him unabashedly now. His cock was getting fuller. He was probably 4.5 inches now and filling in. He stopped and said "I guess not" as though answering some question I hadn't asked aloud. He pulled them back on and just pulled on the same short shorts he had worn the night before. I was getting pretty hard in my shorts as well. I had opted for only boxers that night as well. I justified it to myself with the heat. Somehow it was only getting hotter in the room. I don't know why I was still so nervous. My heart was racing. The guilt of doing something like this in my grandparents' home and with my family at the other end of the house was wracking my brain but fighting with the hormones of a fairly inexperienced teenager. I knew I was gay but hadn't had much opportunity to explore that besides a few nights with my cousin- that's a story for another time. Anyways I laid there- harder than he was and I know I was fully exposed to him. He knew I wanted him, but I was still unsure of why he wanted me. I'm about 5'8 and though I had recently shed the baby fat I wasn't as sexy as him. My stomach was flat now but without the hit of abs, he had. I wanted to be bold. I took a deep breath. "It's hot right?" I said quietly. I took off my shirt too. Now we were both half naked. He moaned in agreement as his eyes took in my body. I was self-conscious but even more aroused. The way he looked at me made me feel... sexy for the first time. He smiled again and winked. He took the two small steps from the doorway to be between our beds. And then we heard something. Someone was awake. I panicked. He just reached back over turned off the light and laid back in his bed. He reached back and opened the windows so there was a little more light in the room. I turned over on my stomach to hide my boner in case someone walked in. He tisked his disapproval. He had no fear and no shame. We sat in silence for a few minutes which felt like a few hours. Then we started whispering. Nothing sexy at first. He asked me again about starting college in the fall. We talked a bit about his family and why he became a driver for my grandparents. It was a nice conversation. I felt like I knew him more now. Then he started asking about girls again. He was curious about women of different races, what they looked like, how slutty they were, etc. He liked the idea of being with a black woman. Told me how he was trying to go to the Middle East to work. His friends had told him about the underground network of prostitutes they paid on weekends. I was grossed out by the idea of paying for sex and I asked about the girl he had told me about before. He said she was hot- small tits and a soft stomach that he loved. The house was quiet again. I rolled over onto my back. Cursing the creaking of the bed. I looked over at him. He was hard too. He pulled his erect cock out and full balls out of his shorts. Stroking slowly. " You too," he said. And reflexively I listened. I found that if I kept my body still and just moved my hand it didn't make much noise. We watched each other. Eyes all over each other's bodies. This was fun. Dangerous. Erotic. Sensual. I wasn't expecting anything else. Then in one quick solid movement, he slid from his bed to mine. I'm still not sure how he did it but there he was. Practically on top of me in a bed that couldn't have been bigger than an American twin. I scooted a little to give him some space. But it wasn't even an inch between us and my back was against the wall. "Do you do this in America?" He asked as he reached down and grabbed my dick. "Not really," I managed to blurt out. He pumped it a few times, squeezing sticky precum out as I tried not to gasp. He let go and grabbed my hand and placed it on his. It felt so good. Thinner than mine, but hard as a diamond, hot but his foreskin felt silky. We went this way for a few minutes. Feeling his hot breath on my skin. "What about this?"Then he reached down and grabbed us both together. Rubbing them together. "Uh yes maybe sometimes" I breathed. I looked at his face in the moonlight light his eyes closed in pleasure. I wanted to kiss him, but felt that would be crossing a line. We took turns rubbing each other quietly in the dark for 5 or 10 mins more. I was close but wanted to make this last as long as possible. " do you ____" he asked. I didn't understand the word, he said it again but I was still confused. He smiled and he reached over and lightly pushed my head down. Ohhh that was a universal sign that even I understood. I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat and lowered my position on the bed. Fucking creaking bed! We froze again. But there was no stopping what was about to happen. He moved to stand between the beds. Positioning his cock right in front of my mouth. This was it. No more playful male bonding. Fuck it. I took it in my mouth and it just felt like it belonged there. Hot and warm. The taste of that sweet precum on my tongue as I exploded the head of his cock. He smelled musky and masculine... like outside even though he had just showered. I bobbed my head up and down as I jacked my cock as I lay on my side. I was able to take most of him down my throat but his full bush tickled my nose. He was thrusting his hips softly now. He reached down and grabbed my hairy ass. He pulled apart my cheeks and asked "Is there room for me in there?". I stopped, terrified- I had never done that before and wasn't sure I was into it. I had never even played w my ass alone before. I thought about it for a second, wanting to make Anish happy, but then remembered what he told me about sex workers. "No" not rudely but definitively. He didn't seem upset. I went back to sucking his cock. I went a few more minutes and he pulled out. I was disappointed. But he motioned for me to stand up. We switched places. His mouth is now ready for me. And he went down on me enthusiastically. This wasn't a straight guy trying to get his nut- was into it. The feeling of his warm mouth was too much for me after the erotic past half hour. "Stop" I started to whisper after about 2 mins of his cock sucking but it was too late there was no stopping it. I shot my warm load in his mouth. My knees buckled a bit, but he didn't let up. Taking every drop of it in his mouth. "Is that all?" He said with his mouth full. I wasn't sure if was disappointed that I hadn't lasted long or was making sure he got all all of it. "Yes sorry". He smiled stood next to me and leaned over to the window and spit my cum out to the yard. I was disappointed he hadn't swallowed like had always seen in porn. I sat on the edge of the bed expecting to resume sucking his cock. But he was still facing the window. He stuck his cock out the window and jerked his cock to completion in the moonlight. It only took a few strokes and he was done too. He sat on the bed across from me. Both of us spent still catching our breath. He grabbed his briefs and wiped the tip of both of our cocks. Then as if nothing at happened, he slipped his wet briefs back on, smiled, and said "Good night". I laid down feeling the after the buzz of my cum- one of the hottest days of my life but still, I was disappointed. I had wanted his cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste him and explore his body more. I was determined that it would happen. The next week or so he didn't spend many nights at the house. When he did, we would jerk off next to each other, but he didn't initiate more so I didn't push either. Truthfully, it bruised my ego a bit. There was still some flirting in public though. He would brush his cock against my ass so I could feel him hard. He would reach over and grab mine while driving if nobody could see. I thought that would be it but the following week we took an overnight trip that would be even hotter.