This is a fictional story about a HOT guy I saw at a bus stop while driving by. He was maybe late 30's or early 40's. But he was a bug beefy 'Ginger Bear'. Thick beard and sweats. And those sweats were showing off the nicest bulge i have seen in ages.
Completely fictional and I just saw him in Passing. But what I saw was fantasies worth.
Enjoy....................................
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Bus Stop Bulge (Ginger Beard)
I was headed to work one day on a very dreary winter day. The dark gray sky starting to drop more flakes from an already snowy morning. I was in my car as I drove down this one main street in town. I passed a a residential street not more than a few miles from being almost to my job
I was coming up to an intersection with a light when I saw a man standing at the bus stop. Normally I don't think k to much of it. Just someone waiting in a bus. But as he stood there facing the street, I could see a thick gingery beard on his face. I was almost in the stop when the light changed.
"Fuck!" I shouted as I hit the brakes.
I skidded to a stop right in front of the bus stop where the man was. He looked at me as he saw me skid. He probably thought I was just some idiot in a rush. But as I turned to look at him, almost in utter embarrassment I was able to glance at the bearded man.
He was big, even in the winter coat he was big. Maybe 6ft 3 or so. His full beard was indeed ginger in colored. A dark ginger, but ginger nonetheless. He was very good looking too. At least what I could see. He had on a hood that cut off part of his face. Still handsome.
But then again, I have an affinity for gingers. I think most are all shades of cute. And as I had been with one ginger once ages ago. I remembered their firecracker pubes.
"Hmmm nice" I said as I looked at the man's face
I stared at his rugged face for a moment. Then I saw he looked at me. Then there was a honk. And he nodded his head at me. But turned to the light before me. And the hunk again
"Fuck" I said as I saw the green above me
"I'm going. I'm going" I huffed
Then I drove off. Looking back at the hunk at the bus stop in my rear view. I got to work and sat at my desk, just kind of staring at it. All I could think about was the hot ginger bear at the bus stop. Bit then I was woken up from my trance by a co-worker.
I went on with my day and the hit ginger bear was most of the thoughts. I mean from what I had seen, he was hot. And I wanted to see more.
When i went home later I looked to the bus stop as if I expected to see him there. Even though I knew he wouldn't be there. So I headed home. I got home and had dinner, watched some TV and went to bed. But throughout the evening that hunky ginger would return to my thoughts.
"Maybe he will be there tomorrow" I said
Then I dozed off to sleep.
The following morning I headed out to work again. I had all but forgotten about the hit ginger at the bus stop. I got off the highway and headed down the road where that bus stop was. My mind wasn't even on it until I passed it. The memory of the day before flashed through my head. The hot guy standing at the bus stop. Big bearded and gingery looking. I passed it but he was at there. I wouldn't be able to miss him. There had been no one at the bus stop. Then I tried to remember the exact time I had passed it yesterday.
"Was it 7:45, or before." I said to myself
"It's 7:33 now"
"Or was it before 7:30"
I couldn't be sure now. And that was upsetting. I wanted to see that big hunky bear again. I was literally obsessed with him. I had to see the guy again, even if it was just to see him.
So for the next few days I tried to get to the bus stop where I first saw him at different times around when I first passed by there. But still nothing. Had it been a fluke incident. Had he just taken the bus that one day? I didn't know. All I know is my obsession to see him again messed me up.
But then just as I had about given up, I saw him again. I was driving down the road to work again. It was near 3 weeks to the day I first saw him. It was still cold and snowy. It seemed like the snow would always be here. But I had come down the street again. There was heavy traffic that day. So I was behind several cars. But as I neared the bus stop, I saw him again.
"Holy ginger beard" I shouted
Then I came to another screeching halt. He looked over and saw me. He realized he knew me from that time before and smiled. But I also saw him. And beyond the hunky beard and face, I saw more this time. As the fist time I saw him I had only noticed his face. That burly handsome face with his gingery beard. I knew he was tall and beefy from how big he seemed standing at the stop.
"Ohh my God" I sighed
For now as I waited there at the light I saw his whole body. He had on the same jacket as before. But this time I was able to look beyond his hit face. I looked down to see the hunk was wearing sweats.
"Look at that" I then said
"Look at that"
I was now staring at his crotch in those sweats. And there was an obvious lump that was his cock pressed against them. It was a sizeable one too.
"Fuck me" I said as I stared at him.
But then I saw his face again. He was looking right at me. And either he could read lips or he just somehow knew I wanted him, he looked up and nodded at me. It was almost a yes nod he shared. All this happening in just moments, there a the light.
Then the bug hunk stepped away from the stop and walked over to my car. I watched as his moments caused the thing in his sweats to move around. It was almost bouncing. His hand made a motion for me to roll my window. So I did. The cold rushed into the cars cabin.
"Offering a lift?" He asked............
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To be continued