When my mother got her driving ban, my father hired an older man (50’s) called Martin to drive her and me about, as my father often worked overseas.
It was evident straight away, to me at least, he liked me sexually. My mother would more often than not, get dropped off first, then myself for college. But before Martin would take me to college he’d pull over at one of a few places he knew of, and have me suck on his thick cock.
If we had time and it was relatively quiet where he parked up, he’d tongue my arsehole before fucking me bareback. I often went into college with his spunk oozing out of my arsehole and into my boxers.
Because I finished college earlier than my mother did work at my fathers company, Martin would pick me up first, giving us around forty five minutes to spare. Sometimes if we’d not fucked that morning he’d fuck me on the back seat before picking my mother up.
She always sat in the front, but would sometimes mention the smell of sex in the car. She knew Martin was fucking me, but turned a blind eye to it. So much so after a few months Martin and I began having sex in the house, even with my mother at home.
We hardly ever had sex at all if my father was home, but all that meant was we’d both be super horny when he was next away. When we did have sex with my father home, it’d be when he and my mother went out for the night.
Id message Martin and being only five minutes away by car, he’d drop by and fuck me. Only recently did I find out my father also knew about Martin fucking his son. My father didn’t say anything, but my mother told me my dad had hired Martin knowing he was a gay man.
In fact my father insisted on having a gay driver who wouldn’t be interested in my mother. Martin stopped driving my mother around for a while, as her ban had finished. But it didn’t mean we stopped having sex.
We’d meet up at least twice a week, often having sex outdoors or in his beautiful large car. He’d tell me he loves my cute boy hole and I fully believe he does, as he often rimmed me before, during and even after we’ve fucked.
Tomorrow will be eighteen months since we first had sex. Martin’s taking me out to a restaurant, then we’ll be going back to his new flat. He no longer lives with anyone and only last month began driving for my father’s company.
It was actually my idea that my father employs Martin as a chauffeur. He drives the company directors, my mother and my father to meetings, functions and golf clubs my father, mother and some of the directors are members of.
It gives us the perfect opportunity to fuck and I’ve even begun playing golf. Or at least occasionally as an excuse to be with Martin.
