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 (2) A Dreamy Discovery...
... I was sitting there in my room. My laptop in front of me as I was searching for Paul's online page. He had several pages. Music, and other sites. Social media and such. But it was there on his Instagram page that i saw something that made my eyes near pop out of my head. There in one picture he was at a 'Bear' event. This hunky bear if a man was at a gay event. Then in a few other pictures he was hugging and hanging out with obviously gay guys. Pride flags and even drag queens. So of course I blurted out the best thing that could be part of the big hunky dude. Paul was a big gay bear. I smiled as I gazed at the big handsome man on the pages. Then I followed him on all his pages and joined his music page. That way I could get any new tune he did. Although at the time he only was doing cover tunes. Adele was a big one that he did. He had a couple of songs he sang that we hers.
"He sure is a hunky bear" I said as I continued to go through the hundreds of images of him
Then I gasped and felt my groin move. I found a pic of the hot bear shirtless. There he stood in shorts and no shirt on his big delicious body. I gazed at the hot sandy blonde man as I looked at his big meaty chest. I was nicely covered in a good amount of the sandy colored hair on his chest. His face was soft and kind looking. His smile almost sweet and endearing. But there was no doubting that this guy was a hunk of a man. Big hairy and could sing. "He can sing me a love song any day" I huffed
He was a hot bear indeed. And the more I looked at him the more I desired him. But if course I was lusting over someone I couldn't possibly have. It didn't matter that this hunk was gay or not. Paul was an ocean away. And unlike singers in the US. It wouldn't be like I could just pop over and see him in concert anywhere.
"And if course he was a man who was probably coupled." I said to myself "A big hairy hunk like him" "I am sure there is a Mr Middleton at home"
But it didn't stop me from fantasizing about Paul. I was completely smitten by him. So all I could do was that fantasize about the big bear..
.. I imagined somehow meeting him at some gay event here. That somehow he made it to the states and sang at it. And how I was there in the audience as he sang a couple of songs. I would sit there all dreamy eyes as he sang his melody. He would be in something that I had seen in the sight that made him look super sexy. He would have on a white polo shirt on that hugged his big delicious torso.through then over it a demon vest that made him look great. That and a pair if jeans that managed to look hot on his lower body even if they didn't shoe alot of crotch. The big hunky man would see me in the crowd and wink at me. I would smile back and blow him a kiss. I would just gaze at him as he seemingly started to sing just to me and not the crowd. Then as his set ended, he would come down and to where I was. He would see me standing there at the edges of the crowds of people in the place. The he would walk up to me and say hello. I would look up at him, the big bear if a man. I would see the chest hairs peering out at the top of his unbuttoned polo. I would feel a tingle in my loins as I look up at his handsome bearded face. He would smile at me and then Paul would lean in and kiss me.
"Yes Paul. Yes my big bear" I would say as my hand reached for his thick arm and hold at it and squeeze at him. He would then pull me into a passionate kiss...
.. I could almost feel him in my thoughts. Touch him. How I so wanted to do so. I stared at the sexy image of the man some more. Studying his handsome face and his upper body. Even his chest hair pattern I look at intently. Imagining my fingers running through it. Twirling some hair through my fingers.
"I bet he smells good too" I said to myself
Funny is I sniffed at the air as if I could somehow catch the mans smell in the air. But all I smelled was myself and my room.
What was interesting was that I did start to chat with him to some extent inline though. And it was through his facebook page where it started....
To be continued