�STOP IT! GET OFF ME!� I shouted, shaking his hand from head!
�What the fuck�s the matter with you? If I�m driving too fast, just tell me! Stop with the fucking attitude!� said Dengaro, grabbing me roughly by the neck.
The intense electricity immediately scattered throughout my body again. All those hot and crazy feelings were back. My body was alive and hungering again. But was Dengaro just having a good time with me, or did he genuinely mean what he was doing?
His hand gently combed through my hair. Then that hand began to travel down inside the neck of my shirt. While doing this he turned off the freeway onto a road that led to his mountain cabin.
A few minutes later we traveled into his driveway. He put the truck in park and turned in his seat to face me.
�Okay, lover boy, since we�re playing hooky, what do you want to do� he asked, reaching over and smoothing his large hand on my cheek. His eyes burned deeply into my love-hungry psyche. The touch, the look and the scent of him totally mesmerized me beyond all I�d known up to that point.. Words wouldn�t come. He moved closer, �Come on, Bobbito, you have to tell me what you want. I can�t assume. What do you want to do? If you can't say it�.show me�. Dengaro�s breathing was thick and deep. I could feel the immense heat from his huge Latino cock that was beckoning me from beneath his pants. He had turned on the seat with his back now leaning against the door, and his right foot was up on the seat. Every ounce of his gorgeous masculine being was inviting me to explore that torrid, manly, sweaty territory just inside his carpenter�s pants.
Nervously, I just sat there waiting for Dengaro to make the first move.
�Come one girly-curly, don�t you want to make some of those fantasies you�ve got about me become a reality?� he asked, in a low, quiet, sex-drenched voice. Gently, he stared at me with half-closed, sex-drenched eyes.
�Wha�er ah�what fantasies?�, I asked, stammering in surprise of his remark.
�Oh, come on, turd head, you wouldn�t be able to feel this strongly about me, if I wasn�t sending the same exact vib right back at you!�, he confessed.
I felt my eyes widened with disbelief and joy.
�You mean, that� you..you..you�.?�, I excitedly began
�Yeah, me, me, me..!� Dengaro teased, ��NOW� what you gonna do about it, BOY!!!
Emboldened by his attitude and resigned postured, my hands swiftly flew to the crotch of those trousers. I couldn�t wait to smell and taste the ambrosia which awaited within that denim paradise. He leaned forward and pulled my sweatshirt up over my head. Then, taking my hands in his, placed them back on the front of his trousers. I trembled and heard myself moan loudly when I felt the huge woody just beneath the cloth. In no time at all, I had Dengaro�s big, hairy, steel-hard, ten inch pinga in my grateful, exploring hands. It generously oozed copious amounts of delicious pre-come, which I greedily slurped up with gusto. I was literally insane with teenage lust.
In that parked pickup truck, I spent the next three hours doing everything to Dengaro Ghiles� body that I had ever imagined�and much, much more
by WRJ
