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 4)
...... I sat there on my sofa after Byron left. I was actually sad he had left. I knew he had a life, and he stayed longer than he needed to. Hell he was nice enough to make sure I was okay getting home.
And still I was saddened that he left me. I was had somehow fallen smitten to him. This big hunky ginger bear that I had seen for the first time just a few hours ago.
"Byron" I said to myself
Just to say his name. It didn't fit him. This huge bear of a man. Yet it did because of his softness.
I sat there in the sofa for a bit longer. Just relaxing as he told me too. My eyes shut ever so slightly. My mind flashing images of the man that was just here. That face, his smile and his eyes.
"Hmmm, Byron" I sighed again
I stayed there on the sofa for a bit longer. Then got up as hunger was looming it's head at me. But I got up slowly. My head still throbbed. But just a tiny bit
I was feeling better at least.
I made myself a sandwich and heated up some soup as I didn't want anything heavy. I sat there at the table and looked out to my patio. Beyond it was large communal courtyard area. I saw a woman with her child out there as there was a kids play area. Then I saw a couple walk through holding hands. They waved at the woman with her child.
This seemed to sadden me all the more. I didn't know any of those people out there. And they lived in my complex. I always kept to myself and made few friends. So it was new having Byron, a stranger treat me as he would a friend. I wished he was still here.
"Fuck it" I then said.
"Gonna go to bed early. "
So I locked up and headed to bed. I lay there in bed staring up at the ceiling for more than an hour. Then when sleep finally fell it was filled with images of him. My big ginger hero.
I woke at 2am to the sounds of a siren somewhere in the distance. It wasn't here, but for some reason I could hear it cleary. Then I sat up I bed again. Sleep seemed an issue tonight. I was going to click on the TV but then looked at my phone that was charging on the nightstand. Then Byron once again flashed into my head.
" Byron " I said softly again
I saw that handsome face again. Those soft tender eyes. Then I remembered he gave me his number. And even though I thanked him already. For some reason I didn't think I thanked him. I got up and went to the living room where he had written his phone number.
I brought it back to my room and looked at it. I stared at his writing. Soft swirls on the page as I imaging his hand flicking to write it. His big strong hand with the fur I noticed on his forearm.
"Hmmm" I sighed as I thought of him again
I grabbed my phone and decided to text him a thank you again. Again I knew I had, but just wanted to see of he would respond.
I typed up a quick thank you and sent it to him. I then placed the phone back on the nightstand. I pulled up the covers again and was going to try and sleep. But the. My phone buzzed.
"What the.. ?" I huffed
I grabbed my phone and it was atext from Byron. It was just coming up. Number, but I knew it was him by the number itself.
"Hey buddy" it said
"What are you doing up?"
"It's 2am"
I sighed and felt my heart skip a beat as it was him. The big beautiful hunk Byron. I typed back a message and then pondered why he was up too.
"Couldn't sleep" I said back
"You?"
"Lol. Me either"
"Everything okay?"
I looked at his message. I imagined his voice saying it. There was an odd pulse in my chest as I thought of his speaking to me. Than another text came through.
"You need some company?" He then said
"Since you can't sleep"
I wanted him here. For some strange reason I wanted him here. This man I barely knew. I needed him near. Then my phone rang. It startled me and I near dropped it. He was calling me. Why was he calling me.? I was getting freaked as I had crazy thoughts and emotions running through me.
"Hey man" I then said as I answered
"Real nice of you to make sure I'm good"
"You don't have to..."
But he cut me off from finishing me comment.
"Since we both cant sleep, we can hang out. Um talk" he added
"Your sweet." I said
"But don't want you to drive across town"
"And my near accident is the only reason you know me"
"Not that far actually"
"Can make sure you are okay"
"And could use the company myself"
I pondered the statement. He was alone. How is that possible? I thought. This big gorgeous man couldn't be alone. Some lucky woman should be married to this awesome man. This sweet gorgeous man. And he wanted to spend a sleepless night hanging out with my dumb ass.
But as the thought of him here in my apartment again filtered through my mind, I knew iI wanted him here. So I conceded.
"Sure, why not" I then said
"Okay then. Be there in 10"
Then he hung up. The moment I did I wondered why I said yes. What was this guy gonna do here all night but keep me company. And why would he do it. I felt silly and stupid as I knew what drove me. It was my infatuation with this big hunk of man that helped me out earlier that day.
I feared that I would say something stupid when he was here and he would leave, or punch my face. Or both. I wanted to call him back and just say 'no'. But my desire stopped me. Like I couldn't dial the phone again because of it.
"Be cool" I said to myself
"Don't make an ass out of yourself man"
I continued to say this to myself. Then the doorbell rang. I froze as I sat there in my bed. Not knowing what to do. Then I jypust called out to the person at the door.
"Be right there" I shouted out.
Then I sat there for a few moments. Getting up the nerve to go and open the door. I breathed in deeply several times, as I could feel my heat starting to pound in my chest.
After a few more breaths I got up. I grabbed my robe and got up off the bed. Then I went to go answer the door. The pounding in my chest seemed to get harder and heavier. I was afraid I may get a heart attach from this anxiety. But I went to the door regardless.
"Coming" I called out again.
The pounding in my chest intensified as I got to the door. Again a deep breath to try and calm myself.
Then I opened the door. And there stood Byron. The big beautiful Byron in all his massive glory.
"Ohh God!" My head screamed....................
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