Date: Tue, 29 May 2018 20:17:29 -0400
From: ozorli65@aol.com
Subject: Ginger Pumping Gas (5)

This is a fictional tale of the hot ginger guy that I saw at a gas station
while pumping gas yesterday. He is the kinda guy that sets my loins
afire.
He was hot and by his reddish beard, A 'Ginger'
From the moment I saw him I wanted him.

This tale is of course fiction and would not suggest the sexual preference
of someone. Especially since the only thing we shared was a few glances as
we pumped gas.

Wish this huge bear would pump me
Enjoy....

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Ginger Pumping Gas
(Chapter 5)

...... I opened the door and there was Byron. The big hunky ginger bear
from earlier. He was I some jeans and a T-shirt. The shirt was stretched
over his huge chest. I could actually make out his big nipples through the
material. A big beefy chest it was, even in what was apparently an extra
large shirt.

His thick meaty arms showing from the shorts sleeves. Biceps, big and thick
like the rest of him. The strong forearms were covered in the soft gingery
hair I had seen earlier.

"Holy shit!" Me head shouted at me

"Look at him"

"He is a God"

I glanced down at his jeans for the briefest of moments. Thick trees truck
legs stretched the cotton fabric at the thighs. And a nice full looking
crotch. I ripped my eyes back up and to his ultra handsome face. He smiled
at me

"Hope it's okay if I brought and overnight bag?" He almost asked

"I figured we would end up falling asleep on the couch anyways"

"Especially once my boring self starts"

"I will probably put you out from that alone"

I looked at those eyes and all but melted.  I then let him in to my place
again.

"No, sure. Come on in" I said

He stepped in and we walked into the living room. I looked at his
backside. His big broad shoulders stuffed into his shirt. And then glanced
at his ass again. I felt another tingle in my crotch.

"Sit down" I offered

"Did you want something to drink?"

"Sure. What do you have"

I ended up opening a bottle of wine since we had no plans on going to sleep
soon. Byron sat down on the couch across from me as I pour out some
wine. His eyes looked up at me and mine found his. I sat down as he asked
me how I was doing.

"So any dizziness?" He asked

"Gotta make sure you don't have a concussion"

"No. No dizziness Byron" I said back

"Just a bit of an ongoing headache is all"

"More of a nuisance than anything"

He smiled and then told me to sit next to him

"Come here" he said

"Lemme look at your head"

I was gonna say no as I was afraid of being too close to him. But he waved
me over and I did as he requested

I sat down next to him and turned to his beautiful face. He reached for my
head amd gently placed his big hands on my skull.  I felt his fingers
softly roam over my scalp. As he did I looked at his body.  His huge chest
pushed at his shirt as he breathed. Rising and falling under the cotton.

"Fuck. Look at him" my head crowed

I then glanced down between his legs and the full crotch. I swallowed hard
as I saw his bulge that was just a foot from me. His furry forearm grazed
my face as he lowered his hand. The fur on it tickled my cheek.  And I
could smell his scent. It was deep and manly. Hunks of sweat and old
cologne.

As his hand grazed my fave, I wanted to grasp it, grab his arm and rubbed
the furry forearm against my cheek and mouth.

"Looks okay" he then said

"You are lucky I was around"

"Otherwise it could have been worse"

His voice was soft and soothing in my ears.  I had my eyes closed as I was
hearing him speak. Letting my head take in his voice. Then I looked at him
as I responded to his comment. Then tried to make light of the situation.

"It was your fault" I said with a chuckle

"Nah. You are the one at fault man" he chimed

"Thinking I was stalking you"

"Your crazy"

He lifted his glass as drank. His eyes though never left me. Then he pulled
his mouth from the glass and licked his lips.

"Good wine" he said

I thanked him and grabbed my glass and drank. We sat there for a
while. Just talking. I found Byron to be a genuinely sweet man. He was
divorced from a 6 year marriage, where his ex wife had apparently cheated
on him.

I looked at him and thought to myself. Why would a woman cheat on this
guy. He was the nicest man I had eever met.  And he was something I would
want to look at and wake up next to each and every day.

"That's terrible" I said

"Why would she cheat on such a nice guy"

"Oh I don't blame her sometimes" he then stated

This is where I figured I would find out he was crazy or an abuser or
something. Something to make me regret letting him into my house. But no,
he made me think his wife was just stupid.

"I don't blame her" he said again

"I was never around"

"Used to be full time trucker"

"On the road all the time"

"Yeah so. That's work" I shouted back

"You were putting food in the table"

He smiled as he saw me defending his work. His eyes looked at mine
again. The softness in them seemed all the grander.

"Besides" he then added

"I was starting to realize I wasn't in love with her"

"I may never really had been"

"What everyone expects. Ya know"

I was starting to lose him. Not understanding what he meant. But I noticed
his glass empty so I offer him more wine. He smiled and nodded. So I poured
him another glass. Then topped mine off as well.

He took a big drink again and then commensed with his tale of his failed
marriage. His eyes still looking at me as he spoke. Glaring into mine. Like
he was searching for something in my gaze.

"You are supposed to grow up and get married" he then said

"Have a bunch of kids and live like this until death"

His eyes then softened even more. It looked almost as if he would cry as
moisture clouded his eyes.

"Not that I don't love kids" he added

"But it was the wife thing I couldn't wrap my mind around"

"Ya know"

"Yeah. I get it" I said back

"It's probably why I am single"

He looked at me when I did that. His face seemed to lighten up a bit after
that comment

"No wife or significant other?" He asked

"Umm. No" I replied

"Have found Mr.... "

I had to cut myself off as I was about to say the wrong thing. An obvious
statement to the fact that I was gay. And I didn't want him to run off. I
liked him there.

"Umm. Er. The right person" I corrected myself

His eye brow cocked up though. Had he caught my slip up. I hoped not. He
the. Sat back a bit, taking another drink of his wine. His big body pressed
to the sofa. His legs spread more as he sat there. I glanced down at his
crotch. It seemed bigger somehow. But I just figured it to be his movement
as he sat back. Pushing it out at me.

Again I swallowed as I gazed at it. At him. Licking my lips, then taking
another drink myself.

"Yeah me too" he then said

"Wish I could find some one sweet"

"That didn't give me crap about making enough"

"That's just want me for me"

I looked back up at his gorgeous bearded face. I wanted to say 'me. I
would' but dare not to.

"We are two of the same kinda guy" he said

Then his big paw reached for me and squeezed my arm. His hand lingered
there for a moment. A long moment. Then his eyes locked onto mine again as
he drank more. Downing another glass.

I offered him more wine and he accepted. I poured more to his glass as I
drank more myself.

That's when I got a throb in my head again. I squinted my eye as it
hit. Then placed the bottle back down to the table. Then brought my hand to
my head. I rubbed at the slot of the pain.

"Fuck" I said aloud

"You okay there buddy". He asked as he sat up.

His face looking at me with some concern.

"Just another throb in my head again" I stated

"Where" he asked

"Right here"

I had my hand to the spot where the dull pain hit. Byron then scooted up
next to me again. His hand was at my head again. His thumb rubbed at my
skull. Then his other hand when to my neck. He gently rubbed the back of it
with that big meaty hand.

It felt so good. I loved his hands on me. I softly sighed as he rubbed my
neck and head.

"Hmm. That feels good" I said

"It does?" He asked

"Yes. So nice"

Again I felt his forearm on my neck. Those wonderful hair tickled at my
skin. I pressed myself to his arm closer, to feel it more.

Then his other hand moved from my head to my temple. Pressing gently to
it. Again I loved the feel of his hand. So I pushed against it now. Sighed
softly as I did.

Then Byron's hand felt to my cheek. I turned my head to his hand. I inhaled
his scent from it. I cooed against his hand. Feeling the warmth of it to my
cheek

"Smells nice" I said

Then as his hand stopped rubbing my neck I opened my eyes. I was now
looking right into his eyes again. His face was so close too. Bryon licked
his lips as he moved in closer. I swallowed a gulp of saliva.

Then he leaned in to me. His head turned slightly. He was going to kiss
me. I knew it. His hand then pulled me to his lips. I felt the mositness of
them as they touched mine.

So I gave into it. To what I had wanted from the first moment I saw this
gorgeous bear of a man.

"Kiss me" was all he had said just before he did..........

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More with Byron to come