I used to work at an entertainment complex with a bar when I first left school. It was a real pain, watching people get drunk while I had to sit there, but after a while, one of the regulars started to bring me a pint out which I could hide at the counter where I worked. He was a stocky bloke of about 40 or so I guess, while I was 19 and looked rather younger. Anyway, we used to chat for a while, and he'd always make a point of saying hello. One night work went on quite late, and by the time I'd finished at 11:30, I'd already had about 4 pints that he'd brought out for me. As the bar had just closed, he brought out his pint, and another for me. I glugged it back, but when I came out from behind the counter, I was obviously quite pissed - far more so than I'd realised. He asked how I was getting home, and when I said I was walking, he offered to give me a lift. As it saved a 2 mile walk to my place, I gratefully accepted. He still had half a pint left, and as we chatted away, now leaning on my counter, he caught it with his elbow, and knocked it over. I got the contents of the glass down my shirt and trousers. I was quite upset, but he was very apologetic, and said it was time to make a move anyway. We hopped into his car - although he'd had a few, you didn't worry so much about drink driving in those days - and off we went. He was still apologising for spilling the drink, and as he drove, he suggested that he make it up to me by giving me a free driving lesson. Quite what I'd learn being so pissed wasn't really clear, but as I couldn't afford lessons myself, I readily agreed, and so he turned off to the local heath where there were loads of empty lanes to practise on. When we got up there, we swapped seats, and after I'd mangled his gearbox for 15 mins or so, he suggested we stop for a cigarette break. Changing seats again, he headed off for a heavily wooded part, and parked under the trees. Lighting the cigarettes up and passing me one, he asked if I was still soaking wet: I was. He suggested that I take my trousers off and put them in the footwell by the heater vent to help them dry off. Being rather pissed, this seemed like a good idea at the time, so I duly took off my trousers and laid them on the floor while he turned the heater on full blast. He then said that he'd got some on his trousers too, and would dry his out the same way, so off came his trousers too and he laid them on the floor on his side, before he took his shirt off too: it was also a bit wet, he said. I remember my head was swimming with alcohol, but it seemed like good idea, so I took mine off too, and laid it with my trousers. We sat there, smoking and chatting, both of us just wearing out underwear, and surrounded by the smell of drying beer and cigarettes. I remember he had a pair of bright blue briefs on, while I was wearing a pair of y-fronts. Gradually the conversation became quite sexual as we talked about some of the girls who worked at the same place as me. We chatted on for a while, when I noticed that he was looking at my crotch, and when I looked down, I realised that the sexual conversation had had an effect on my young hormones, and not only did I have a hard on, it was poking out of my y-fronts in plain view. I remember feeling ashamed and embarrassed, and moving to put myself away, before he said, "Don't worry, it happens to all of us", and pulling down the front of his briefs, exposing what seemed like a massive dick, his foreskin pulled back to expose the helmet. "I've gotta do something about this", he said, and proceeded to take his erection in his hand, slowly wanking himself in front of me. I knew it was wrong, but the beer had worked on me, and he encouraged me to do the same. ALmost in a daze, I tugged my y-fronts off, and sat there, my stiff little 5 incher poking straight up as I watched him tug on his monster cock, which was far bigger than mine - it must have been 8", and much fatter. He was very hairy, while I was (and still am) almost hairless. His eyes almost popped out of his head as he watched me laying back against the door stroking my cock, and he squirmed in his seat a little as he tried to lean the same way, but the steering wheel was in the way. "It's more comfortable in the back", he said, before climbing through the gap in the front seats: it was a large car, a Triumph, if I remember rightly. "Are you coming through?", he asked. I followed him through onto the back seats, but as I turned to sit, he grabbed me around the waist, and pulled me arse first onto his lap. I could feel his cock rubbing the crack of my arse, and he reached around and took my little erection in his big fist before pushing his cock between my legs with his other hand. I sat down on his lap, his cock long enough to come up between my legs and rub against my own cock. He took both in his fist, and wanked them together. I looked down and could see his cock was wet at the tip, and he began to rub our cocks together faster and faster. Despite my shame, I was incredibly horny, my little cock as hard as it had ever been before as I felt his solid hard on against it. His breathing was ragged in my ear as he licked and kissed my neck, and I leant back harder against him as I spread my legs wide, one foot on the back of the drivers seat and the other almost on the parcel shelf. My own breath was coming in gasps, and I realised I was close to shooting my load as I began to hump his fist as he wanked us. That was enough to bring him too the edge too, and he began to jerk his hips at the same time. "Go on, come", he said. I gasped in response, my hips jerking faster and faster before I felt the twitching begin in my dick. I could feel his massive cock twitch too, and at the same time, we both shot our spunk as he squeezed our cocks together tighter. The first spurt went over my shoulder and hit him in the face, while all the rest caught me in the face and across my chest. I thought I'd never stop, I came so much and so hard, and he matched me spurt for spurt as he continued to milk the spunk out of us. I loved watching the spunk shoot out of his big cock next to my little one, it was such a horny sight to see, especially as I am cut, and had only seen uncut cocks on a few occasions. The way he pulled his foreskin up over his helmet fascinated me. I collapsed backwards onto him, and he gently lifted me off and sat me down next to him, before beginning to lick the spunk from my body. I loved watching him as he moved down from my neck to my cock, a big gobbet of our combined cum still on his face. I reached down and wiped it off with my fingers before licking them clean, as he began to suck my own dick clean of cum. As I came down from my cum, I began to feel even more ashamed, as I think he knew I would. We didn't hang about long after that, he was very matter of fact, which sort of put me at ease again, before driving me back home. I had a number of other driving lessons with him, before I moved away for college. He taught me quite a lot more - if you'd like to hear about it, then leave me a comment. It still makes me horny to think about it after almost 30 years!