A Horny Ride with Ben

Oh you guys will have fun with this one.
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My grandfather was a carpenter. He did jobs such as remodeling a house or adding a room. For several years I lived with my grandparents and during the summers I would often go out on a job with him. That made me feel pretty big.

One time Grandpa and his crew were on a project when they ran out of dry-wall screws. Any glitch like that irritated Grandpa because he prided himself on planning every project down to the last nail. Now somebody had to waste time leaving the job site and making a run to the builder's supply store.

Apparently he thought I was the least useful person on the job, so he hollered for me, dangled the keys to his pickup at me and told me to get my butt in gear.

I walked out front and got in the driver's seat with my heart pounding. I was 14. It didn't occur to Grandpa that I had never driven on the streets before. As a matter of fact my entire driving experience was limited to a few instances of moving my grandmother's car up and down the driveway. I certainly didn't have a driver's license, not even a learner's permit. What's more, the pickup had a standard transmission with the shift lever on the steering column. And that meant I had a clutch pedal to think about also. I was deeply exhilarated at the unexpected chance to drive, but also more than a little scared. All I knew about shifting was what I'd observed while Grandpa drove.

Now, a little background about another event. A few months earlier I woke up one morning and found gooey stuff in my boxers. My cousin Ben, who shared a room with me at our grandparents' house, identified the stuff as cum and congratulated me. With his help I learned how to fire my pistol whenever I needed relief.

I was in the 8th grade at the time and became horny nearly every day at school. I began to walk through a city park each day on my way home so I could pump one out in the restroom rather than arriving home with a boner in my low-rise jeans.

Now I was in Grandpa's nice baby-blue-and-white Ford pickup, engine running, clutch depressed, gearshift in what I hoped was "Low," hands firmly gripping the steering wheel. I released the clutch pedal. Too fast! The vehicle leaped forward and stalled. Again. Another uncontrolled lurch.

But it soon became easy. Within a few blocks I was rolling happily down the street and accelerating smoothly away from stop signs and traffic lights. And of course I was loving it. By the time I bought the screws and started back, I had mastered the whole rhythm of clutch-shift-gas. I was thoroughly psyched, an invincible driver after only 20 or 30 minutes!

But while I drove smoothly along the streets, something unforeseen happened. As I covered block after block my dick extended itself inside last-year's tight jeans and became increasingly aroused. I was seriously primed. Each shift, each operation of the clutch, each turn of the wheel - everything about driving communicated a further degree of erection to my stiff dick.

I believe now that the excitement of driving that stick-shift truck for the first time was somehow a sexual event in my subconscious, contributing to my coming-of-age and making me so increasingly horny that I couldn't stand it.

Then an idea: Why not detour to the park and take care of my need before heading back to the job? All of us know that feeling of freedom the first time we drive alone. I can go anywhere, do anything. So I drove to the park, steered the truck expertly between the white lines of a parking space, and looked around. It would be so perfect if some of my friends happened to see me driving. But that didn't happen.

What did happen was one of the most intense orgasms I ever enjoyed. Driving the truck had made me so unbearably hard that I was already on "final approach," so to speak, while tugging at my zipper and pulling out my enlarged cum-shooter from the too-small "work" jeans. Within my first few strokes the climactic feelings washed over my whole body. I couldn't believe that I was already cumming. But it was true - the unexplainable feeling of "almost there" was followed by a moment of suspense while my delivery system reached its critical moment.

And then came the blast! It was simply unbelievable. Ben and I played around a lot, including bedtime wanks. But this one was different. It was a full-body sensual explosion that sent streams and lumps of pressurized ejaculate spurting onto the wall above the trough. I stood there with a string of cum hanging from my dick, heart pounding like it had when I first sat in the truck's driver seat. "Wow," was all I could think. "Wow!"

I took my time heading back to the job site, driving around just for the hell of it. My dick kept reminding me that I'd had an epic experience at the park. Without taking my eyes off the road I reached down and turned on the radio, locating an AM pop station that Grandpa would have never allowed. I was master of the world, driving that truck and grooving over my feeling of sexual satisfaction.

 I pulled up in front of the job site still savoring the intensity of the whole adventure. Handed Grandpa the keys and the screws.

"Took you long enough," he complained.

"Yeah," I agreed, and went back to work prying up baseboards.

Regi