This is a fictional story I have about this up and coming British singer. Paul Middleton is a big hunky bear of a man that happens to have a silky smooth singing voice that can lull you into a nice peaceful state. And it don't hurt that he is a big piece of hairy deliciousness. It is only fiction as I have never met, and may never meet this gorgeous beast. But I do hope you enjoy my little tale.
Bare Middleton (17) A Decision Made...
... "What about your man?" I had asked Paul
We had just finished making some great sweet loving together. Me and my hot celebrity bear. This hunky beefy man that I met because if the sweet music he makes. We had met and eventually hooked up (twice now). And I was more than just smitten with the gorgeous man laying there nest to me. I did in deed love Paul. The issue was if course he had a husband (er, boyfriend) already. And we were commiting sin against the sanctity of such a deep relationship. And I did feel terrible about it. And I was certain he felt the same. A great remorse for the act of adultery. But I myself could not help it. Paul was the man of my dreams. And I wanted to be his lover, his husband. So I had to remind him about who he was committed too, even if he was cheating on the man. And was I to be that person, the other woman's as it were. The whore that seduces anothers man. It was not what I wanted to be. But again here we were. In bed together after some incredible sex.
"Shiit!" He then huffed "I, I don't know anymore" "I don't think I love him anymore"
I looked at the solemn face on him now. Knowing how he had cheated with me. And that was the big elephant in the room. The feelings we had for one another versus his boyfriend back in England waiting for him. So then the air in the room became a bit uncomfortable. We sat there in bed and just stared at the wall. Then he decided he had to go. And I understood. He had to go and call his boyfriend. I don't know what he would be telling him. All I knew was I was ever so enamored with Paul. And being the guy he cheated with was effecting me, but not as badly as I figured it would.
"He is a grown man" I said to myself "It sucks, but he made the decision"
I then assumed that after he left that time, I would never see him again. And I expected it. He did after all life several thousand miles away. It was not like we could see each other every day. And I knew from the start that I should not have expectations of him. Just to be glad for the time together. He had gone back home and all was quiet for a few months. I had not received any communication with Paul since he left that day. And did not expect it. So I just went back to my daily routine, work and home and not much else. Then one day I was just checking out posts in social media, and I came across a new one from him. I looked at the post and was astonished at what it stated. He had broken with his boyfriend of several years. 'bit staying friends' it stated.
"Ohh shiit!" I shouted out "He broke up with him" "Fuck me!"
I then started to feel guilty that this had happened. That I might have caused this break up. I was going to send him a 'sorry to hear', but decided against it. Feeling awkward as what to do or say. And would I get a nasty response from him. Blaming me for this disaster. Even though he says they were saying friends. I still felt horrible So I stayed off his page for a while. Not wanting to see if he was sad or anything about it. Because I would feel even worse.
"Horrible horrible person" I would say to myself
Then some time later as I was just sitting about in my living room. Staring at the TV and just vacantly watching something on it, the door bell rang. I looked up at the clock on the wall to see it was after 9 already. And I wondered who the heck would be at my door at this time.
"Just a minute!" I called out "Lemme get dressed"
I went to get my robe as I was in underwear and Tshirt only. I went to the door and then peered through the peep hole in it. My eyes widened as I looked through it to see Paul on the other side. I quickly opened the door to look upon the hunk. He smiled at me as he saw me. Even as I was in shock that he was even here. And I wondered why he was here at all
"Paul. Hi!" I chirped out at him "What, what are you doing here?" "I missed you" he said "Can I come in?" "Oh yeah. Sure. Of course"
I let him in and closed the door behind him. Still in shock that he was here at all. He turned to me and started to tell me that he had left his boyfriend.
"I don't know if you know, but.." he started "Yeah. Um I saw" I grumbled back "I am Soo sorry Paul" "I didn't mean for.."
He shushed me and moved in closer to me. His arms reached for.minr and he pulled me closer. Then he shushed me again as I was about to speak again. Then Paul just leaned in and kissed me. I instantly gave to his soft wet kiss. Taking it gladly as I could not say no to him. And we kissed for half a minute He then pulled from me and looked into my eyes. His seemed to smile back at mine. He was happy, not sad, not mad. Just happy.
"I want you" he finally said to me
We then sat down on the sofa . He held at my hand as he continued to tell me why he broke with his boyfriend. That I was not the real catalyst of it all. I did aide him in making the final decision, but that it was something that had been brewing about in his head for a while. And he had to be fair with his (now) ex.
"I think we were becoming distant for a while now" he stated. "My career was not helping" "So it's really not your fault baby"
Then he reached for my face and brought me in for another kiss. I took it easier now. Reaching for his face too. Running my fingers through his beard as we kissed. But he did add that he wanted me. Standing up and taking my hand
"Come on" he then said "Let's go to bed" "I need to fuck you"
Paul then lead me to the bedroom. We stripped ourselves of clothes and climbed into bed. We made love again, the bug hunky bear plowing up my happy ass several times before we then just lay there next to each other. Again kissing.
"I don't know what's going to happen" he said "Distance is a bitch" "But I want to see how this works. You and me"
I smiled and then he kissed me again. Then we drifted off to sleep. My laying there wrapped in his brawny arms. I took did not know how this would go, he and I. It would only be when he could get here, or in the occasion I could fly to him. But we sure tried. Mr and my hot me Middleton..
The end Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it