Steve's digital alarm clock pierces the early morning silence with its shrill beep, beep, beep at exactly 7 AM. The room's soft lighting gently shifts as the curtains slowly let in the dawn. Steve, already showered and dressed in his crisp driving instructor's polo shirt, pads quietly over to the bed where his wife, Michelle, lies, her brunette hair splayed out across the pillow. She stirs at the noise, her eyes fluttering open to meet Steve's gaze.
"Morning, love," Steve says, his voice a comforting rumble in the quiet room. "Got to head out soon. Got a packed day of driving tests down at the local center."
Michelle groans and stretches, the blankets slipping down to reveal her nightgown. She rolls over to face him, her eyes still sleepy but filled with warmth. "Ah, so you're going to be the one deciding if today's crop of newbies get their license to terrorize the roads," she teases with a yawn.
Steve laughs, the sound echoing gently in the room. "Someone's gotta do it," he says with a wink. "And today's special. Young Jamie's up for his test. Remember him?"
Michelle sits up, her eyes widening with interest. "Oh, the one you've been telling me about?" She says, her voice tinged with curiosity.
"That's the one," Steve nods, a hint of pride in his voice. "He's come a long way since we first started. Think he's got a good shot at passing today."
With a gentle smile, Michelle reaches out and squeezes Steve's arm, her thumb rubbing reassuringly. "You know, it's so sweet how much you care about your students." She looks back at the clock and then at Steve. "You've always had a soft spot for those kids who want to live it up a bit. I remember you telling me that Jamie is desperate to pass in order to take his mates down to Newquay after his exams. He will be so nervous knowing today hinges on that" she slowly sips her coffee he has made.
Steve nods in agreement, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yeah, I know," he says, his voice filled with empathy. "That's why I want to make sure he's as prepared as possible." He reaches into the bedside drawer and pulls out a small plastic bag filled with a few items. "And just in case..." He holds up a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube, his eyebrows raising in a silent question.
Michelle's cheeks color slightly, and she looks away for a moment before meeting his gaze again. She knows what he's implying. It's not something they talk about often, but their relationship has always been open and honest. She nods slowly, understanding. "Take them," she says, her voice steady. "Just play safe and do the right thing if it suits" Steve's hand closes around the bag, the plastic crinkling softly. He looks at her with a mix of gratitude and love. "Thanks, love," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Its all for the best ok?"
Michelle nods, her eyes meeting his. "I know," she says, her voice filled with trust. She reaches up and runs her fingers through his hair. "Just promise me you'll be careful." "I promise," Steve says, his voice firm. He takes one last look at her before heading out the door, the bag tucked discreetly in his pocket.
After a long and grueling morning, Steve's schedule is finally clear, and it's 2 PM. He strides into the waiting room, the sound of his work boots echoing against the cold, linoleum floor. His eyes scan the room, and he spots Jamie immediately. The young man is sitting in the corner, his legs bobbing nervously as he twists his hands together. He's dressed in a slightly wrinkled white shirt and a pair of jeans that hug his slim hips just right. Steve can't help but appreciate the sight of him, his heart fluttering just a little at the thought of what might happen later.
"Hey, Jamie," Steve calls out, his voice cutting through the tension in the room like a warm knife through butter. "Ready to hit the road?" He saunters over, his casual gait belying the excitement bubbling just under the surface. Jamie looks up, his eyes wide and filled with nerves. "I've been waiting for ages!" His cheeks are flushed, and he's practically trembling, so nervous about his test. "It's okay," Steve says, placing a firm, comforting hand on Jamie's shoulder. "We've got this." He looks him up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than it should.
"Come on," he says, giving Jamie's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Let's go get you that license." The two of them walk out of the waiting room together, the door swinging shut behind them with a soft click. The tension in the air is palpable, a silent understanding passing between them like a secret handshake. Steve does the eyesight check with the plates and Jamie seems to pass that. He lets the lad start the car and pull away and give firm instructions as part of the test. He feels for the lad, knowing how much rides on this.
Steve watches with a keen eye as Jamie manoeuvres the car through the congested streets of their small town. Each check of the mirrors, each signal, each change of speed is met with a nod of approval from Steve. His heart races as he sees the young man's confidence grow with every successful turn and each obstacle they pass. The tension in the car isn't just about the test anymore; it's a dance of nerves and anticipation for what might come after.
"Keep it up, Jamie," Steve encourages, his voice calm and steady. "Your checks are good, your distance from other vehicles is spot on." Jamie's eyes dart to the rearview mirror before looking back at the road. "Thanks, Steve," he murmurs, his voice a little shaky. Steve's gaze lingers on Jamie's profile, noticing how the sunlight catches the glint of his earring. He clears his throat and focuses on the test. "Now, let's see that parallel parking you've been practicing," he says, gesturing to an empty space.
Jamie's hands tighten on the steering wheel, but he nods determinedly. His movements are precise as he guides the car into the spot, not a single tire touching the curb. "Perfect," Steve says, his voice a little hoarser than he'd like. "You're really getting the hang of this."
The driving test is almost over, and Steve's heart is in his throat as they approach the final roundabout. This is where Jamie has always had trouble. Steve has faith in him, though, and sure enough, Jamie handles it like a pro. He glides out onto the main road, his knuckles white on the wheel, and Steve feels a swell of pride. But just as they're about to turn onto the last road, leading back to the test center, disaster strikes. In a moment of distraction, perhaps from his nerves or the thrumming attraction between them, Jamie strays over the line. The tires squeal faintly on the asphalt, and Steve's instincts kick in. He reaches out and grabs the wheel, correcting the mistake before it can cost Jamie his chance at passing.
"Easy," he says, his voice tight. "Keep focused." Jamie's eyes widen in the mirror, and he nods frantically. "Sorry, Steve," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well, you did everything right, except for that last bit," he says gently. Steve instructs Jamie to pull into the disused Industrial Estate, a quiet spot they often use to practice manoeuvres without the prying eyes of pedestrians. The car's engine purrs to a halt, and Steve tells Jamie to switch off the ignition and engage the handbrake.
"I've got some bad news, Jamie," Steve says, his voice filled with regret. "You've failed the test." Jamie's shoulders slump, and he nods, his eyes welling up with tears. The weight of the failure crushes down on him like a ton of bricks. "I know you're disappointed," Steve says, his hand still resting on the gear stick, "but remember, it's not the end of the world. We'll keep practicing, and you'll get it next time."
But the words do little to console the young man, who suddenly breaks down in sobs, his whole body shaking with the force of his emotions. Steve looks at him, his own heart aching at the sight. He knows that for Jamie, this was more than just a driving test; it was a symbol of his impending freedom and a chance to escape the small town. "Let it out," Steve says softly, his own eyes misting over. "I'm here." And so, Steve lets Jamie sob, his own heart breaking for the pain he sees in the lad's eyes. He waits patiently, giving him the space and time he needs to process this setback, knowing that together, they'll face the next challenge with renewed strength.
When Jamie finally calms down enough to speak, he looks at Steve with a mix of embarrassment and despair. "I'm sorry," he sniffs, wiping at his eyes. "It's just..." He trails off, unable to find the words to explain the pressure he's been feeling. Steve nods, his own heart aching. "It's natural to feel like this," he says, his voice gentle. "But remember, the pressure of passing was probably the reason you made that mistake. It's alright." Jamie nods, his voice thick with emotion. "But it's my only chance," he says, his voice barely audible. "I can't afford to rebook the test or more lessons."
Steve's eyes widen slightly. He knew it was tough for the young student, but he hadn't realized how precarious Jamie's situation was. He nods solemnly, understanding dawning on him. "I know, lad," he says. "But we'll figure something out." But deep down, Steve knows the truth. For Jamie, this failure isn't just a bump in the road; it's a dead end. The cost of rebooking the test and additional lessons is something Jamie simply can't bear. The reality of the situation sits heavy between them, a silent acknowledgment of the harshness of the world outside the safe bubble of their car.
They sit in silence for a few moments longer, the tension in the car thick and palpable. Steve taps his finger on the clipboard, his eyes scanning the page before finally pointing to the tickbox next to 'Overshooting the roundabout'. "Look here," he says, his voice firm but kind. "It's just this one thing. If I were to... change it..." His voice trails off, the unspoken offer hanging in the air like a lifeline. But Jamie shakes his head, the determination in his eyes clear. "No, Steve," he says, his voice stronger now. "That's not right. You'd lose your job, and it's not fair to you. I can't do that."
Steve clears his throat, the moment feeling heavier than the air outside the car. "Look, Jamie," he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. "We've got to look out for each other, right?" He gestures towards the glovebox with a nod. "There's something in there that might help us both out." Jamie's eyes widen as he opens the glovebox and sees the condoms and the lube. His cheeks flush, and he looks at Steve with shock. "What... what's this?" he stammers, his voice cracking.
Steve shrugs, trying to play it cool. "A little something I picked up this morning," he says. Eyeing up the condoms and lube himself. His heart set on making headway with Jamie. "We're both adults here, and we both know what we need."
Jamie stares at the items, his mind racing. He's never been with a guy before, and the age gap between them is like a chasm. Plus, the student-teacher relationship is definitely a no-go. He swallows hard, his thoughts a tumult of confusion and fear. "But," Steve adds, seeing the look on Jamie's face, "it's just a thought. Something to consider, if it's what you want too. Think of it as... a deal we both get something out of." Jamie's eyes meet Steve's in the mirror, and he can see the sincerity there, the hopefulness. It's a moment that changes everything, a moment that could lead to something they both need, something that could either bring them closer or tear them apart.
Just as Jamie is ready to decline, feeling like Steve has crossed a line, Steve's hand darts out, ticking the box and saying with a firm voice, "Congratulations, Jamie, you've passed." The sudden shift in the atmosphere is palpable as Jamie's eyes go wide and his cheeks flush a deep red. He starts to shake, the adrenaline of the situation crashing into him like a tidal wave. "You're being a prick, Steve," Jamie stammers, his voice shaking. "This isn't right. You can't just... do this."
But Steve's gaze is unwavering. "Sometimes, you've got to do what you've got to do," he says, his voice low. "You're going to have to man up and take this chance, Jamie. I'm doing it for you." He leans closer, his hand resting on Jamie's leg, the warmth of it seeping through the fabric of the young man's jeans. "You know you want it, and I'm here to help." Jamie's breath catches in his throat, and for a moment, he's torn. The desperation in Steve's voice, the pressure of his hand on his leg, it all feels so wrong, yet so right. "I can't," he whispers, his voice shaking. "It's not fair."Steve nods solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Ok, Jamie," he says, his voice firm but gentle. "Let's get out of the car and get some air."
They both step out into the cool late afternoon air, the sounds of the industrial estate echoing around them. Steve watches as Jamie paces, his hands running through his hair, his frustration palpable. Steve keeps the conversation going, his tone calm and measured. "You know, I've got these passes on the condition of our little... agreement," he says, his eyes never leaving Jamie's. "If you back out now, it's going to look pretty dodgy, and I've got a family to think about."
Jamie stops pacing, his heart racing. He stares at Steve, the realization of the situation setting in. "What are you saying?" he asks, his voice hoarse with fear and confusion. "I'm saying," Steve says, his hand sliding into his pocket, gripping the plastic bag tightly, "that you've got what you want. Your license. Now, it's your turn to hold up your end of the deal." He steps closer to Jamie, his presence commanding and unyielding. "You're a man now, Jamie," he says, his voice dropping to a murmur. "And men take care of their own."
Jamie's eyes dart to the ground, his mind racing. He nods slowly, his body feeling like it's moving of its own accord as he leans against the car bonnet, his legs shaking. "Okay," he whispers. "Okay." The silence stretches out between them, filled with the hum of distant machinery and the beating of their own hearts. They're standing on the precipice of something they can't take back, and both of them know it. Steve takes a deep breath and reaches out, gently lifting Jamie's chin with his thumb. The young man's eyes are filled with a mix of fear and longing. Steve sees the turmoil in them and knows he has to be the one to make the first move. "Look at me," he says, his voice a low, soothing rumble.
Jamie's gaze locks onto Steve's, and a tentative smile forms on his lips. The older man's eyes are filled with a gentle warmth that seems to ease the tension in the air. With a sudden decisiveness, Steve leans in, capturing Jamie's mouth in a soft, tender kiss. It's the first time Jamie has ever felt the touch of another man's lips, and it sends a shiver down his spine. The kiss deepens, becoming slower, more sensual. Steve's hand slides up to cup Jamie's face, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw. The kiss is like nothing Jamie has ever experienced, filled with a raw passion and a gentle dominance that he can't help but find himself giving into. For a moment, the world outside the car fades away, and it's just the two of them, lost in the intimacy of the moment.
But the reality of what they're doing crashes back in, and Jamie pulls away, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. "Steve," he whispers, his voice trembling. "I can't" "Be a good lad," Steve murmurs, his breath hot against Jamie's ear. "What we both want." His hand moves to the back of Jamie's neck, pulling him back in for another deep, hungry kiss. This time, Jamie doesn't resist. He surrenders to the feeling, letting Steve lead him down this new, uncharted path.
The kiss carries on and Jamie breaks the kiss. Starting to move away from the bonnet. Steve chuckles, his breath warm against Jamie's cheek as he pulls him back, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, you thought it was just a kiss?" He shakes his head, his hand moving down to loosen Jamie's belt. "That wasn't the deal, sweetheart." Jamie's eyes go wide as he stammers, "W-what do you mean?" His voice is high-pitched, his nerves getting the better of him.
Steve's smile widens, his eyes darkening with desire. "You want that pass," he says, his voice a silky purr. "You know what you have to do." He leans back against the car, watching Jamie with an expectant gaze. "Take off your shirt," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. Jamie's hands shake as he obeys, his mind racing with thoughts of what's to come. This isn't just a simple kiss; it's so much more than he ever bargained for. But as Steve's eyes rake over his bare chest, he feels a strange thrill, a mix of excitement and fear that makes him tremble. The sound of the zipper on Steve's trousers is the only noise in the quiet of the industrial estate as he pulls out his erection, stroking it slowly. "Come on, then," he says, his voice thick with need. "Prove to me you're worth passing."
Jamie's cheeks burn as he drops to his knees, his eyes never leaving Steve's. "I have never given oral sex". Steve nods and ruffles his hair. He knows what's expected of him now, and a strange mix of anticipation and dread fills his stomach. This is a moment that will change everything, and he can't help but wonder if he's ready for it. As Steve bends down his tongue slides back into Jamie's mouth, the young man's thoughts are a jumbled mess of the driving test's final moments. He'd been so close to passing, so close to the freedom that came with the license. But here he is, knees on the cold, hard ground, about to perform an act he's never done before. Steve's hand guides him, and before he can fully process what's happening, Jamie's mouth is wrapped around the older man's erection, his heart pounding in his ears.
The sensation is overwhelming, and Jamie's mind reels. He tries to focus on the warmth, the taste, the way Steve's hand is tangled in his hair, guiding him. The sound of Steve's moans only spurs him on, and he finds himself moving of his own accord, eager to please his married instructor who holds his future in his hands. Steve's grip tightens, his hips bucking slightly as he starts to lose control. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice strained. "Just like that." Jamie's eyes water, his throat constricting around Steve's length, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he takes a deep breath and relaxes, letting Steve take the lead. The fear turns to something else, something that feels eerily like desire, as Steve's moans grow louder and more desperate.
As Steve's grip tightens on Jamie's neck, the young man has no choice but to take the older man's entire length into his mouth. He gags slightly but fights it back, not wanting to disappoint. Steve's thighs tense beneath Jamie's trembling hands, his own arousal evident as he watches as he looks down on the lad. Jamie's mind reels with the realization of what he's doing, what he's agreed to. This is a side of Steve he never knew existed, a man who talked of his loving wife and three daughters, who presented himself as the epitome of a decent, family-oriented guy. Yet here he was, a married dad with a pervy sexual side that Jamie is now intimately acquainted with. Steve breaks the rhythm, pulling Jamie off his knees and into a standing embrace. His hand is at Jamie's chin, tilting it upwards, and their eyes meet. "You're doing so well," he murmurs, his voice thick with need. He leans in for another kiss, this one slower, more tender. "But we've got to do this right." He leans back, his own pants falling to his ankles, revealing his bare ass to the chilly air. "Let's sit on the bonnet," he suggests, "and get comfortable." They both settle onto the cold metal, their legs dangling over the side of the car. The warmth of their bodies contrasts with the chill, and Steve takes a moment to appreciate the view. "You're an adorable lad," he says, his voice filled with affection. "And it's going to be nice to see this encounter to its completion."
Jamie nods, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and desire. He takes a deep breath and starts to take off his own boxers, his heart racing. Steve smiles, his hand reaching out to stroke Jamie's thigh reassuringly. "Just relax," he whispers. "We've got all the time in the world." The two men sit there, naked from the waist down, the silence of the industrial estate enveloping them. They chat about the day's events, their laughter a strange counterpoint to the tension that still lingers between them. But as the conversation drifts, so does the tension, replaced by a sense of camaraderie, of shared experience. Steve's hand finds its way to Jamie's cock, stroking it gently as they sit side by side. "You're doing so good," he murmurs, his voice soothing. "So fucking good."
Jamie's breath catches, his eyes closing as he leans into the touch. The fear is gone, replaced by a growing sense of contentment. He opens his eyes to find Steve looking at him with a soft smile, his hand still working magic on his shaft. "You're okay with this?" Steve asks, his voice gentle. Jamie nods, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Yeah," he says. "I... I'm okay." And with that, Steve leans in for another kiss, his hand still wrapped around Jamie's cock, guiding him closer to the edge. They both know what's going to happen next, and for now, that's all that matters. Steve carefully walks around the car, his eyes never leaving Jamie's as he pulls the back seats down to create a makeshift bed in the boot. "Climb in, love," he says, his voice filled with a gentle authority.
Jamie does as he's told, his legs trembling slightly as he lays down, the cold metal pressing against his back. He watches as Steve follows, his muscular frame fitting neatly beside him. The space is tight, but it's somehow intimate, like a cocoon that's just for them. They kiss again, this time with more urgency, more passion. Steve whispers sweet nothings into Jamie's ear, telling him how much he wants him, how beautiful he is. It's a stark contrast to the harsh reality of their situation, but in this moment, it's all that matters. Their bodies press together, Steve's hand sliding down to cup Jamie's ass. He whispers, "Are you ready for this?" Jamie nods, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I'm ready."
Steve smiles against his lips, his eyes shining with a mix of lust and affection. "Good lad," he murmurs, his hand moving to stroke Jamie's cheek. "You're going to be just fine." They lay there, kissing and touching, the anticipation building. Steve's hand slides lower, teasing the entrance to Jamie's body, making him gasp. "Relax," he says, his voice a gentle rumble. "Let me show you how good it can be." And with that, the two of them sink into a world of passion and desire, the outside world forgotten. For now, it's just Steve and Jamie, two men finding solace and power in the most unexpected of places. As Steve's finger circles Jamie's asshole, the young man's eyes go wide with shock and arousal. "I can see this is going to be a tight one to break in," Steve whispers, his breath hot against Jamie's ear. "It's going to be amazing."
Jamie swallows hard, his heart racing. He's flustered, his thoughts racing. He's never done this before, never even let anyone touch him like this. But here he is, with Steve, a man he's known for months as his instructor, now exploring his body with a hunger that's both terrifying and thrilling. "You know," Jamie says, his voice shaking, "it would have been a shame if I'd passed without making that major fault." He tries to flirt, to ease the tension, but it comes out more as a whimper than anything else. Steve chuckles darkly, his finger pressing slightly harder. "Oh, it would've been," he agrees, his eyes locked on Jamie's. Jamie continues flirting by saying "Does the blame lie with you being distracted as I drove?" he chuckles
Steve's eyes darken, and he leans over Jamie, his cock, thick and hard, pressing against the younger man's thigh. "You're in no position to be teaching me lessons, lad," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "But I'll be more than happy to show you a few things." He reaches for the lube, his hand shaking slightly with anticipation. "Remember," he says, his voice thick with need, "you're in my care now. You're going to do as I say, and I'm going to make sure you enjoy every second of it." With a gentle touch, Steve applies the cool gel to his thumb, watching as Jamie's eyes follow the motion. He then traces it around Jamie's tight hole, watching the muscles clench and relax. "Ready?" he asks, his voice a soft growl.
Jamie nods, his eyes squeezed shut. "Yeah," he whispers, his voice trembling. Steve takes a deep breath, then gently lifts Jamie's leg into the air, his eyes never leaving Jamie's face. He positions the tip of his cock at Jamie's entrance, the head slick with lube. "Here we go," he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and tenderness. Jamie gasps as he feels the pressure, his body tense. But Steve is patient, his hand on Jamie's hip, guiding him through the discomfort. With a slow, deliberate push, he sinks into Jamie, inch by inch. The tightness is almost unbearable, the sensation like nothing he's ever felt before. Jamie's eyes fly open, his breath hitching as Steve's cock stretches him open. "Oh fuck," he whispers, his voice tight with pain and pleasure.
Steve nods, his own breathing ragged. "That's it," he says, his eyes filled with a fierce love. "You're doing so well. What a good good boy." It takes a few moments, a few gentle thrusts, but eventually, Steve is fully seated inside Jamie. The younger man's body relaxes slightly, his breaths coming out in shaky gasps. And then like that it's happening. Within a few short minutes he is no longer the innocent lad but a man. Taking a man. Looking out on a setting sun with a new feeling inside him. A mature man looking after him, kissing his neck gently.
Jamie's body shakes with each thrust, his eyes wide with shock and arousal. It's his first time, and it's with a man who is not only his driving instructor but also a married father. The situation is wrong on so many levels, but the feeling is undeniable. He can't help but whimper, holding onto the seatbelt strap as he has sex. "You're such a sweet lad" Steve murmurs, his eyes locked on Jamie's face. "I hope your enjoying it pal." His voice is a gentle rumble, a stark contrast to the forcefulness of his hips.
Jamie's eyes dart around, looking for something to focus on, anything to keep him from the brink of overwhelm. But all he sees is Steve, all he feels is Steve, and all he hears is Steve's voice, whispering sweet, dirty things into his ear. As they reach a rhythm, Steve's phone, on the floor of the boot, lights up, the screen displaying an incoming call from his wife. He reaches over to answer it without missing a beat. "Hey love," he says, his voice as smooth as honey. "What's up?" His eyes never leave Jamie's, the younger man's cheeks flaming with embarrassment and arousal.
"Are you on your way home?" his wife's voice is sweet and expectant on the other end of the line. "We've got to get ready for Becky's party." "Ah, I'll be home in a bit," Steve says, his eyes never leaving Jamie's. Jamie's eyes go wide with horror, realizing the implications of Steve's words. He feels panic stricken that the wife has no idea and she might find out. Steve's wife, Michelle, chuckles on the other end of the line. "You're always running late," she says, her tone light and teasing. "You forgot about Becky's party again?" Steve smirks, his rhythm not faltering as he fucks Jamie. "It's been a busy day, love," he says, his voice thick with the effort of holding back his moans. "But I promise, I won't be much longer." Michelle sighs, but the annoyance in her voice is clear. "Well, you'd better hurry up," she says. "You know how important this is to Becky."
"I know, I know," Steve says, his hand reaching up to stroke Jamie's cheek. There is a pause and that is when Michelle says, "Well at...Oh I have just remembered. How did your student get on with his test?" she asks "Ah, it was a tough one," Steve says, his voice a little strained. "Jamie here did really well for most of it, but he had a bit of a wobble at the end." He gives a gentle thrust, watching Jamie's face contort in pleasure. "It's a shame, really," he adds, his tone filled with genuine regret. "I know he's had his heart set on passing today." Michelle's voice is filled with empathy. "Aw, that's a shame," she says, her voice filled with genuine concern. "I know you had such high hopes he would, so he failed the test?" she adds.
"Technically yes, technically no" he adds. There is a pause, and it's clear that Steve's words have led to an unspoken understanding between them. "It took him a bit to, you know, make up his mind," Steve says, his voice low and intimate. "But once he did, it was like he just... gave in to it." Michelle's voice goes quiet for a moment before she speaks again. "ah that makes sense now, totally. I should have thought about that" Steve nods, his eyes never leaving Jamie's. "Well you were wrapped up with things at home but I did take the lube and condoms remember?"
Jamie's heart is racing, his eyes squeezed shut tightly as he tries to process what's happening. The realization that Steve's wife is okay with this, that this is part of their open relationship, sends a new wave of conflicting emotions crashing through him. He feels used, yet also strangely accepted, a part of something bigger than himself. "So, what position are you two in?" Michelle's voice is curious, with a hint of playfulness. "And how tight is he? Is he taking it well?" Steve smirks, his hand tightening around Jamie's leg, pushing it back even further. "We're just in the car boot, love," he says, his voice a low growl. "And he's so fucking tight, it's like a vice." He watches Jamie's face, his pupils dilated with arousal and fear. "But he's doing so well," Steve adds, his voice filled with pride. "Taking it like a champ."
Michelle giggles. "Oh bless him" she says, the excitement in her voice clear. "Why not facetime me?" Steve grins, his eyes filled with mischief. He takes a quick snap on his phone, capturing their entwined bodies, Jamie's leg cupped into the air. With a deft move, Steve places the phone on the car window, the screen facing out. On the screen, Jamie's barely recognizable face is contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain, his body stretched out beneath Steve's powerful frame. Michelle's voice comes through the speaker, her eyes wide with surprise and delight. "Oh hey sweetheart, really nice to meet you" she gasps says casually "Is he looking after you well?" she asks for comfort. All she gets its a nod from him. Steve laughs, his hips still moving in a steady rhythm. "Yeah, he's a fast learner," he says, his voice filled with pride. Michelle's eyes narrow slightly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Congrats, love," she says, her tone teasing. "Looks like you've got yourself a new pupil." "Thanks, darling," Steve replies, his voice a bit strained as he reaches for the peak of their encounter. "And it seems he's passed with flying colours."
Their shared laughter fills the air, mixing with the sounds of their passion, as the reality of the situation sets in for Jamie. This isn't just a transaction anymore. It's something... more. Something that has the power to either destroy them all or bind them in a way none of them ever expected. "What's your surname, love?" she asks as she can see the fucking going on, the determination in her husbands face. Jamie's eyes go even wider as he tries to form words around Steve's thick cock, still buried inside him. "Uh... it's... it's Thompson," he stammers out. Michelle's smile broadens. "Thompson, you say?" she muses. "Why does that sound familiar?" Then it clicks. "Oh my God, Steve!" she squeals, a hand flying to her mouth. "Remember the Thompsons! The ones we used to line dance with up at the club!" she goes on saying how she recognised how similar the lad her husband was fucking looked like to his dad. Steve's eyes widen in surprise, and he pulls out of Jamie, pausing their intimate dance to look at the phone screen. "What?" he asks, his voice incredulous. Michelle nods, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Yeah," she says. "Jamie's mum and dad were the couple we used to spend six months line dancing with! Carole and Rick" she adds. "Small world!!"
Jamie's mind reels at the revelation, his body going still with shock. "Well, well," Steve says, his voice filled with a newfound sense of camaraderie. "So I am fucking their lad, better not make that public knowledge love" Jamie swallows hard, his heart racing. This is so much more than he bargained for when he agreed to this deal with Steve. But as the older man leans back in, ready to continue, he knows he has no choice but to go along with it. The bond between them has just gotten a whole lot more complicated. "Love, I need you to hang up," Steve says into the phone, his voice tight with urgency. "I'm about to really give it to him, and I don't want you telling me off for being too rough."
Michelle giggles, a knowing glint in her eye. "Alright, I'll let you two lovebirds get back to it," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But don't take too long, we've got a party to get to!" With a wink, she ends the call, leaving Steve and Jamie alone in the dim light of the car boot, their panting breaths echoing off the metal. For a moment, Steve looks into Jamie's eyes, searching for any hint of regret. But all he sees is a mix of fear and desire, a look that makes his own need spike even higher.
Without another word, he slams into Jamie, his strokes brutally hard and fast. The younger man's body jolts with each thrust, his cries muffled by the car's interior. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, along with the grunts of Steve's exertion. It's clear he's holding nothing back now, driven by a primal instinct to claim what he wants. Jamie's eyes squeeze shut, his hands gripping the seatbelt as if it's the only thing keeping him anchored to reality. He tries to focus on the sensation, the way Steve's cock fills him, the way his body responds despite the pain. It's too much, and yet... he can't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure.
With a final, brutal thrust, Steve reaches down to grab Jamie's cock, stroking it in time with his own movements. "You've failed, Jamie," he growls, his voice filled with dark amusement. "But I'm going to make sure you pass with flying colors." Jamie's eyes fly open, and he looks up at Steve with a mix of anger and betrayal. "What?" he gasps, his voice hoarse. Steve leans down, his mouth close to Jamie's ear. "I can't change the test results, lad," he whispers, his breath hot.
"But we both had fun as a way to end the day" With that, he bites down on Jamie's earlobe, eliciting a yelp of pain. "You're going to take my cum," he says, his voice a mix of anger and desire. "And you're going to thank me for it." Jamie's body tenses, his teeth clenched. "You fucking bastard," he snarls, his eyes blazing with fury. But even as he says it, his cock betrays him, pulsing in Steve's firm grip. Steve smirks, his strokes growing rougher, faster. "Is that any way to talk to your teacher?" he asks, his voice a dark rumble. "I'm doing you a favor here."
"Fuck you," Jamie spits out, his anger mixing with the pleasure that's building inside him. "You're using me."
"come on we both know we needed a bit of distraction" Steve counters, his hips pumping even harder. "Because you want it just as much as I do." Their eyes meet, and for a brief moment, they're not just two people caught in a web of lies and desire. They're two men on the edge, their fates entwined in this twisted dance of power and submission. And then it's over, the tension in the air dissipating as Steve's warmth floods into Jamie. The younger man lays there, panting and trembling, feeling a strange mix of anger and contentment. Despite the betrayal, he can't deny the intense pleasure that has just washed over him.
They dress in silence, neither one looking at the other. The reality of what they've done weighs heavy on them both. As Steve pulls his pants up, he runs a hand through his hair, his expression a mask of regret. "I'm sorry, Jamie," he says finally, his voice low and sincere. "I didn't mean for it to go like this." Jamie nods, his eyes downcast as he buttons his own pants. Realising that there are some natural scumbags out there. Steve starts the engine, the car roaring to life, breaking the stillness of the industrial estate. Jamie remains in the car as Steve clears the feedback sheet and rejoins. He passes the sheet to Jamie with big letters saying "Failed" and the prices to rebook a test. All Jamie can see on page is the little tickbox that shows how the day could have gone differently.
As they drive away, the silence between them is deafening. Jamie dreams of walking through the door, seeing the congratulations from his mum and sister, talking how he had a great test. Instead he was in the back of a car taking anal sex for first time. Jamie can't help but feel used, his thoughts racing with anger and confusion. Yet, as he looks at Steve's profile, his body still humming from the encounter, he can't ignore the feeling of... something. His bum is twitching still as the cum soaks into the fabric of his boxers. Steve pulls out of the industrial estate, his eyes focused on the road ahead. The weight of their encounter presses down on him, his mind racing with what he's just done. He'd wanted to help Jamie, to give him a chance, but it had turned into something else entirely.
They drive in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The realization that all men might just be the same – thinking with their cocks – leaves a sour taste in Jamie's mouth, yet he can't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. He's been with a man now, experienced something new and powerful, even if it came at a cost he hadn't anticipated. As they pull up to Jamie's flat, the silence in the car is thick, palpable. Steve kills the engine and turns to him, his gaze intense. Jamie nods, his eyes meeting Steve's for a brief moment before dropping to his lap. He murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks."
They sit there, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. Then, with a heavy sigh, Steve reaches over to pat Jamie's shoulder. "Look, it's done," he says, his voice gentle. "We move on from here" Jamie nods again, his eyes brimming with a mix of anger and relief. "I wont be using your lessons again" he adds. Steve nods. Jamie leans and kisses him on cheek. "Your a fucking prick but in an odd way thanks for the sex" he adds. As Jamie exits the car, Steve watches him go, With a heavy heart he smiles and adds "Take care of yourself, lad," he says gruffly.
Jamie nods, his eyes never leaving Steve's. "You too," he says, his voice filled with a sadness that mirrors the older man's. Then, with a final, lingering look, he turns and walks away, the door slamming shut behind him. Steve knows he'll never see him again, not in this way at least.
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