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“So, Mr Robinson, when you’re ready? I want you to continue down the road, and turn left at the junction.”  The instructor sat there waiting for me to get the car moving, waiting for me to make another mistake. The test had gone horrible from the start. Forgetting to check my blind spot when I pulled out from the test centre, he maybe could have forgiven that, but mounting the kerb turning the first corner, or almost hitting that pedestrian when he told me to park up, no matter how nice he was being to me he couldn’t just look the other way. Come to think of it he had been awfully nice to me throughout most of the test, almost stroking my shoulder when ever I made a mistake. Cooing words of encouragement every time my head dropped in disappointment. The way he stared at me as well. It was cheeky a smirk. The same smirk my girlfriend gave me when she was feeling horny. I couldn’t look him in the eye. His eyes were a deep shade of blue. I almost lost myself in them when I first stared at him the moment he came through the door of the test centre. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that accentuated his abs, and his tight trousers left nothing to the imagination. What he was doing as a driving instructor, I don’t know. He could easily have been mistaken for a gym instructor, or a footballer.  “We can take as long as you like,” he said, that same smirk on his face. “Just take a deep breath, and relax.”  He brought his hand up, and stroked a lock of my brown hair out of my eye. I didn’t recoil at first. I froze in my seat; my heart hammering against my chest. “I-I think you taught my friend Jack how to drive,” I said trying to get out of this situation. “Hmm, what was his surname?” He didn’t take his eyes off me. “T-Thompson, Jack Thompson,” I said as his hand moved to my cheek. “Ah! Yes Mr Thompson.” The smirk was even more apparent now. “He certainly had a lot of trouble with his gear stick, I seem to recall.” He was chuckling to himself now. “Yes I went down a back passage, or two with him, but he was practically begging to go again when we got back.” I was very naive so his innuendo was lost on me. “Oh, that doesn’t sound so bad,” I said as I turned my head to look into his eyes. “No,” he breathed moving his face closer to mine. “It wasn’t.” I was terrified, too scared to move, so I said the first thing that I could think of to get out of this awkward situation. “S-Shouldn’t we be getting on with the test,” I stammered, the fear very apparent in my voice. His expression changed to one of mild disappointment as he sat up straight again, and pulled his hand away from my cheek. “Very well,” he said, the smirk once again on his face. “We’ll take a slightly longer route to the back passage.” Once isvecbahis again the innuendo went right over my head. I shifted in my seat getting evermore increasingly aware of the growing bulge in my pants. Oh God! I thought please don’t look down, please don’t look down. I took a deep breath, pressed down on the clutch pedal, and took off the handbrake. As soon as I pressed down on the accelerator there was a terrible grinding sound. Oh no! The gear stick. My hand shot out, and met his as we both reached, for the gear stick. I made a whimper of fear as I tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was strong. “Remember,” he said his voice deep, and husky. “Deep breath, and relax.” He took my hand, and moved it to the bottom of the gear stick. He then slowly, and seductively stroked my hand up the soft leather to the tip. My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. I felt as though my cock was about to burst out of my trousers. Then he firmly pushed the stick into first gear. I let out another whimper at the suddenness of his movement. “You don’t have to be so stiff with it,” he said, I could almost swear he winked at me. “Right! Let’s get moving then. We’ve got a test to complete,” he said breaking me out of my stupor. I took a deep breath, and set off smoothly. As we continued with the test my mind kept fluttering back to the way he caressed my hand, and the deep, almost sexy tone of his voice. I tried to concentrate, but it kept coming back. Now I wasn’t gay by any stretch of the imagination. I had a girlfriend for god’s sake! I shouldn’t be feeling anything. My raging hard-on however told a completely different story. I had looked at gay porn on the internet, which was more about curiosity than anything though. Yet still my mind played with the thought. Maybe I enjoyed it when he stroked my cheek. When he leaned closer to me. Almost as if he was going to lock his lips onto mine, and let our tongues dance together. I shifted my gaze from the road, and looked at him. He was staring at me again, that smirk on his face like he didn’t have a care in the world. This time he definitely winked. My eyes quickly shot back to the road. He knows! My heart once again started thumping like jackhammer. There was going to be nothing left of my pants if this continued. “Right, just turn left here if you will please.” He pointed to a little dirt track about a hundred meters on the right. I indicated, and turned off down the passage, and into a small clearing completely obscured from the road by an impenetrable collection of hedges, and fir trees. I brought the car to a stop, and pulled on the handbrake. I suddenly realised that we had left the town at this point, and must be one of the country that snaked their isveçbahis giriş way along the outskirts. I turned to meet his deep blue eyes. God he was sexy! “I’m going to be honest with you, Mr Robinson.” His voice seemed softer this time, like velvet. So sexy! “If we were to complete the test now you would have failed miserably.” Even though I knew that there was going to be no other outcome, I still felt a sick feeling in my gut. “Where did I go wrong?” I said, knowing very well where I had gone wrong. “It’s not really about a problem with your technique,” he explained. “It’s all to do with nerves.” “If you’re too nervous, your performance will suffer.” His voice was almost hypnotic. “Not just in driving but in a lot of other things as well.” His hand gently rested on my leg. If he wasn’t aware of my dick tenting in my trousers, he was now. “You can’t be so tense either.” His other hand reached between my legs, and pulled the catch. I was shifted into a reclining position as the seat fell away behind me. I gasped as he leaned over me, bringing his face a hairs breadth from mine. “You’ll tell me if I’m going too fast, for you won’t you?” he breathed.  If there was ever a time, for second thoughts, this was it. My rock hard shaft told me all I needed to know. I nodded. “Good,” he breathed. He pressed his lips onto mine, kissing me deeply. At the same time his hand shifted from my leg, and cupped my cock, slowly massaging my throbbing shaft through my trousers. My mouth opened in surprise, despite the fact that he was kissing me. That was all the invitation he needed. His tongue snaked its way past my moist lips, and sought out its twin. This was a hundred times more passionate than any of the times me, and my girlfriend kissed. My tongue moved to meet the slippery intruder. Embracing like two mating eels our tongue’s wrestled with each other. My arms coiled around him as I drew him closer wanting us to become one. His other hand ventured down, and stroked my curvy ass, giving it a little squeeze. He suddenly broke the curtain of passion that had shrouded us, and pulled away from me. He moved from his seat, and straddled me. Hastily unbuttoning my jacket, he flung it aside, and practically tore off my t-shirt exposing my bare chest. I had very little hair despite being eighteen. He leaned down, and began planting kisses on my hairless chest. “Mmm,” I moaned as he lifted his gaze, and stared at me that cocky smirk on his face, and began swirling his tongue around my nipple. All the while keeping eye contact. I didn’t do anything to stop him, I just let him amuse himself with my body. I’m his to play with I thought. My girlfriend seemed a distant memory, a mere misstep leading isveçbahis yeni giriş to this moment. What he was doing to me just felt so good, so right. He stopped what he was doing, and straddled me once again. Scooting up, so that his crotch was level with my face. He began to unzip what looked like to be a sizable bulge trying to spring from his pants. “Let’s see if you can handle this gear stick any better,” he said. My hands fumbled clumsily with his trousers as I tried to get a glimpse of his package. He pushed himself up on his hands, so that I could pull his trousers completely off. I threw them aside, and beheld him kneeling over me. I reached out with both my hands, and yanked his Y fronts down. All of nine inches of his cock sprang out at me; almost hitting me in the face. My mouth formed an O as I was dumbstruck by his massive dick. “You’re gonna have to use your mouth for this one I’m afraid,” he explained, smirking. “Just take a deep breath and relax.” “It’s so big,” I said. I tried to wrap my hand around his massive tool but I couldn’t. I had a pretty firm grip on it but my fingers were still a good two or three centimetres from my thumb. “Best get used to the size, ’cause it’s going in your arse soon!” He growled. Fear gripped me. It’s not possible, I thought. He’ll tear me apart. But a part of me was excited by it, wanting to know what it would feel like. I’d gone this far, what was stopping me going further? While I was lost in my thoughts he had pushed his dick forwards till the tip was practically resting on my bottom lip. My eyes widened in surprise, and yet it didn’t put me off. I wrapped my lips around his mushroom cap, and circled it with my tongue, all the while using my hands to stroke his thick, veiny shaft. “Oh! Fuck yeah! Suck my cock!” he commanded, as I slurped and sucked up and down his bulging man meat. I licked my way down his stiff fuck tool till I arrived at his heaving ballsack. I popped one in my mouth, and sucked on it as he moaned in pleasure above me. Enjoying the musky scent I once again worked my way up his saliva soaked monster to the glistening purple head. Locking my eyes onto his I took his cock into my mouth, working it deeper down my throat. My eyes were watering, and I was almost gagging but I was determined to shock him by deep throating his cock. He was grinning as I stared up at him, his massive erection spearing into my eager mouth. He placed his hand on the back of my head and began to slowly push, working his throbbing dick further down my throat. My gag reflex was long since overcome as I felt his one-eyed monster sliding down my throat. “Your one dirty little fucker aren’t you!” I heard him gasp as my lips settled into his pubic hair. Taking short ragged breaths, which were hard with a man’s huge pole down my throat, I cheekily winked at him. Determined to live up to his previous statement; I wrapped my arms round him, and clasped them onto his tight arse.

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