Perhaps yesterday and the day before yesterday, I would have laughed openly and heartily at that remark. Actually, I still thought it was funny. But I still, too clearly, remembered him referring to me as a dummy teenager in need of a babysitter. Asshole! And was even more hurt that he imagined checking-in on me to be something worthy of ridicule and contempt. Asshole!
�Yeah, you could try the front door at the Andersonville High School, Mr. Ghiles! The sooner the better!� I said, as politely as I could manage.
�MR. GHILES?� humorously chortled Dengaro, starting the vehicle, �� Mr. Ghiles, is it? Wow!.. somebody really is pissed off!� he continued, gunning the pedal and speeding out of the driveway.
Minutes later found us riding along in silence in the early-morning commuter madness of Route 73. I stole a glance over at the profile of the tense-jawed, 41-year old satyr. His large hands gripped the steering wheel, his intent hazel eyes focused carefully on the oncoming traffic. His magnificent head topped a well-proportioned six-foot frame. The 40 inch chest, the trim 33 inch waist, the long muscular legs, big feet and large hands were all of the masculine magical stuff that had allegedly made hundreds of woman scream with unbridled lust!
The thought of Dengaro in the heat of sex caused me to suddenly sweat. My penis was getting rock-hard again and beginning to spasm beneath my baggy Structure jeans. I began to experience a subtle nervousness. Then came the sudden panic that I had never been alone with Dengaro before. My dad had always been with me whenever the sexy foreman had been at the wheel. Swiftly removing my stealthy glance from the handsome driver, I stiffly focused straight ahead at the passing traffic. I somewhat unconsciously shifted on my seat because my balls and asshole had become an itching bonfire.
I soon felt Dengaro�s glance on me. Deftly I placed my hands over my lap, because my rigid penis was dancing around in my pants, occasionally tenting the cloth.
I sensed it before it happened. But with an ease of movement, Dengaro reached over and placed his large hand on my burning neck. I literally shuddered from the touch.
�What�s the matter, sport, got ants in your pants?� he asked, a giant Cheshire cat smile playing about his magnificent lips. His perfectly even white teeth seemed to blind me with their brightness. And his eyes now had a glow I had never seen before.
Quickly gathering my wits, I shook my shoulders, trying to flip the man�s hand of.
�Knock it off, Dengaro! Stop fooling around!� I chortled
He tightened his grip on my neck and pulled me closer. With his eyes fixed firmly on the traffic, in almost a whisper, he said:
�Don�t you want to fool around, Bobbito?�
After smoothing the spot he had just roughly gripped on my neck, he released his hand and placed it back on the steering wheel.
My heart thundered. I could see the percussion through my shirt. I was ecstatic; I was euphoric; I was scared. The strong natural scent of Dengaro was now heightened by his pungent sexual odor of arousal. I thought his natural body aroma was pretty intoxicating, but now, this�.Wow! The smell was like an enthralling scent of everything good, happy and natural in the world. Every nerve in my body tingled vibrantly with a new life. I was sure I was fifty feet taller than everyone else on the planet. And momentarily, I had convinced myself that only me and Dengaro existed in the world. Was this what they called serendipity, the phenomenon of dreams coming true? I was positive that it was.
Dengaro swerving the truck and loudly pounding on the horn brought my attention back to reality.
�Did you see that son of bitch? Fucking psycho!� shouted the man, his eyes burning with anger and a vein protruding in his neck. Apparently someone had cut him off, and he was experiencing road rage.
I was even more turned on by his Latino Warrior�s aggression. The look and smell of him was strongly advancing my trembling boner towards an explosive orgasm. I squirmed on my seat, I stretched my legs, I wildly tugged at my jeans; my breathing was thick and laboured. I couldn�t go to school like this. I was putting out enough testosteronic pheromone heat to send every last one of my female schoolmates into advanced horniness or menstruation.
I thought about telling Dengaro that I didn�t want to go to school. But then quickly thought, �what if he�s just teasing me?�. Teasing me just like he always does. Yeah, maybe he was just playing with my head.. Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! That�s what he�s been doing. He knows I want to make out him and he�s making fun of me. Asshole!
That realization was like some great cosmic bucket of ice water being thrown on me. All of a sudden my horny little bubble was burst all to hell. Once again, I shut all my emotions down and slumped in my seat. Intuitively Dengaro Ghiles came out of his self-obsessed rage at the driver he was hot on the chase of, and looked in my direction
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