I stayed on at school an extra two years to do my O and A levels. I got the results needed to go to university but wanted to take a year off to earn some money.
I was 19 and well educated but wanted a fairly easy job that I didn't have to think about. I started looking in the Evening Mail to see what jobs were available. I found an advert asking for young man to train as a chauffeur. I enjoyed driving and the pay was good so I applied and got an interview.
The address was on the outskirts of town on a posh road with countryside views. Mum bought me a suit and dad lent me his car to drive over for the interview. I arrived at a big sprawling house with a double driveway. I parked the car straightened myself up and knocked on the door.
A very snooty women came to the door. She was in her late 40's blonde with thick makeup. She was wearing a low cut blouse with her boobs bubbling over the top of her bra. I explained what I was there for and she took me into the study.
I waited about 10 minutes and then a man entered, he had short but not cropped grey hair. He was stocky with a bit of a belly but unlike the woman he was quite friendly. He had piecing blue eyes and reminded me of a famous actor at the time called Terrence Stamp.
We chatted about general things like my love of cars, football and fishing etc. He said I was quite young to be a chauffeur but I explained that my dad taught me to drive on private land when I was 13 so I had quite a bit of experience. He seemed to like me and offered to show me his small collection of cars.
He took me over to the garage and opened the double doors. Inside was a black Jaguar limousine, a Porsche and a little yellow Sunbeam Alpine. I told him the Sunbeam was my favourite sports car. He seemed impressed with my knowledge about the car. To my surprise he said the job came with a small studio apartment above the garage if I wanted it. I was chuffed and he offered to show it me.
He took me around the back of the garage and up some stairs to the studio apartment. It was basically just one room and a bathroom. A double bed dropped down out of the wall with two wardrobes on either side. There was a fold down table a small sofa and a kitchenette in the corner. I thought it was perfect for a lad like me. We went back to his study and he offered me the job which I accepted.
Mum was shocked to hear I was moving out but dad thought it was all part of growing up. They helped me move my things into the apartment and I quickly settled in.
Mr Brown said he'd like me to wear a suit when I drove him which of course I readily agreed to do. He laughed when he past me the chauffeurs hat, I took it off him and tried it on. He said I didn't have to wear it if I didn't want to but I thought it added to my role.
I started driving him the next day, it was usually into Birmingham or down the motorway into London. The car had a glass screen between us but when he wasn't working he opened it and we chatted. He was very curious to know if I had a girlfriend. I found him easy to talk with and I loved answering his questions of which there were many. Some of them quite private about my sex life. I told him I really fancied my girlfriend but couldn't understand why I struggled to get hard with her. I told him she was frustrated that she always had to play with me to get me hard and then when I was inside her I would go soft. He listened but never really offered any advice.
He came around to my apartment one Sunday morning when I was cooking a full English breakfast. He said it smelt wonderful and complained that his wife was a terrible cook and would never do him anything like that. I told him I loved cooking and would cook him a breakfast if he wanted. He said his wife Laura was away Tuesday until Thursday and suggested I might like to cook him breakfast on Wednesday to which I agreed.
Wednesday I was up early and let myself into the house Mr Brown was still in bed and he shouted down. "Is there a chance I could have breakfast in bed". I said of course. I made the breakfast and put it on a tray and took it up to him. He sat up in bed and I placed the tray on his lap. We heard the postman call and he asked me to go down and get his mail.
There were lots of business letters in brown envelopes and a large A4 envelope which was obviously from abroad. I took them up to him and placed them on his bedside table. He threw the smaller envelopes to one side but asked me if I would open the larger one as his hands were greasy. I opened the envelope and inside were two magazines. I pulled them out and got the shock of my life.
The first magazine was entitled "Really Big Men". On the cover was a rugged looking man clutching a massive bulge in his trousers. I found myself getting instantly aroused. I'd never seen anything like it in my life.
Of course back in the 1970's there was nothing like what we have today.
I swallowed hard, blushing and past the magazine to Mr Brown. I pulled out the next magazine. I'm not sure now if it was called Binky or MANual but on the cover were two naked men and underneath it read -
"When two young men lay together they get turned on touching and playing with each other. ALL this is clearly shown".
I placed the magazine on the bed next to Mr Brown not really knowing what to do or say.
He had finished his breakfast by now and said he was going to have a shower. Before I had chance to pick up the breakfast tray he threw off the covers and got out of bed naked. I couldn't help but notice his thick semi erect cock swing as he walked into the bathroom. He looked very much like a "daddy" with his plump nipples towering above the hairs on his broad chest. He had strong hairy legs and arms and a big belly that I found strangely erotic.
I picked up the tray and walked down stairs with a big boner in my trousers. I was so confused but excited at the same time. I kept repeating the words in my head - "Really Big Men" and "When two young men lay together they get turned on touching and playing with each other. ALL this is clearly shown". Just the words were keeping me so hard, I felt sure I could feel a damp spot in my pants.
Mr Brown called me back up to his bedroom. He asked if he had embarrassed me and I said yes, a little. He apologised and said he thought I might like those magazines. I didn't answer but he told me the complete collection were in a locked draw in the garage. I had the key on my key ring if I wanted to explore them further. Again I didn't say anything. He told me to get the car ready in 30 minutes as he needed to go somewhere so off I went.
I couldn't wait for the day to end so I could check out the magazines. My hands were shaking when I tried the various keys in the various drawers in the garage but I found his stash of magazines. I took them all out and brought them up to my apartment.
There were a number of different titles including, "Blue Boy", "Zipper" and "Q". I lay on the bed wanking, I don't think my cock had ever been that hard. I came quite quickly and shot the biggest load ever. Spunk flew out of my cock missing my chest completely and spraying my face. I could hear it hitting the headboard behind me, it was so fucking fantastic.
A couple of weeks past but Mr Brown hadn't mentioned the magazines at all. I found it difficult to look him in the eyes but when I did I could see lust in them.
It was very early one Monday morning and we were driving down to London, There was no rush so Mr Brown suggested we go the scenic route through the Cotswolds. I heard him shuffling in the back and a zip being undone, he slid open the glass partition and I heard him moaning. He manoeuvred himself onto the middle seat obscuring my view out of the back window. I adjusted the rear-view mirror and to my surprise he had his cock out and was wanking. I watched as he played with his cock barely keeping my eyes on the road. He could see I was watching and asked me if I liked what I saw. I didn't answer but he told me he knew I'd been looking at the magazines.
I could tell by his breathing that he was very close. He asked me to find somewhere to stop out of the way. I pulled off the road down a side road and pulled onto a grassy verge. I stopped the car and he asked me to get in the back with him. I did as I was told and sat by him trembling with nervous excitement not knowing what he wanted me to do.
He said he needed to cum but didn't want to mess up his suit or the car. He said he needed me to suck him off and not spill a drop. He asked me if I understood and I said yes. I'd never touched another man's cock before but here I was about to suck one of the biggest I'd ever seen.
He lifted his arm up and I went down on him. His skin felt both soft and hard at the same time his glans like glass. I began sucking swirling my tongue around his knob. He brushed my hand away when I tried to wank him and pushed my head further onto his shaft. He started groaning again, "fuck" he kept saying, "Fuck, you're a fucking natural". I felt his cock harden and he exploded in my mouth his whole body shaking. "Don't you fucking spill any, I have an important meeting. His spunk was thick in my mouth but the taste not as intense as I thought. I swallowed every drop and then drained his cock, licking the last beads of cum from his little hole.
I felt quite proud of myself and couldn't help but smile. I turned around and looked up at him blushing. He smiled and said I was a good little cocksucker.
It was the naughtiest most exciting thing I had ever done. Little did I know then that it was just the start of my adventures.
