Date: Mon, 3 Feb 2020 13:43:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: ozorli65@aol.com
Subject: Bare Middleton (2)

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