Disclaimer:
This is pure fantasy on my part, TOTAL FICTION, and something that has been on my mind for a few days now, as I have seen Connor McGuire in a couple of Icon Male's videos. The man is just off-the-scale "HOT! HOT!! HOT!!!" A football-players build with a moderate spray of chest hair across a powerful pair of pectorals, I damn-near lost my mind the first time I saw the young man.....FUCK! What kind of water is this guy drinking to have a body like that? I couldn't find any info on him on the Internet Movie Data Base [IMDB], unfortunately, and sadly so, for me at least, as I would dearly LOVE to know his stats! I have a suspicion he may be Canadian, as Icon Male is based in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. And, with a beautiful head of medium brown hair [probably blond when he was younger] and movie-star-handsome good looks, his appearance is just -- well -- "WOW!!!"
So with all that in mind, I'll just repeat what I said at the top, and that this is all purely fantasy, on my part.
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"Connor"
---by Bobby Joe
"Fuck! How the hell did he find his way down here? I thought he was Canadian!" The man was standing before me at my customer-service counter, and gratefully, for once, I was alone in the office that morning. Like he did in a movie, he looked down, looking a bit sheepish, and charmed his way into my heart with the look.
"Yes, young man? Can I help you with something?"
"Yes, sir. I am building a new house down here, and need my lot cleared for building. Is the inspector in this morning?"
After getting his information and realizing we would have to contact the inspector via phone, I looked at the young man again. In fact, I couldn't stop looking at him! He was -- as the old saying goes -- "drop-dead gorgeous"!!!
"You know who I am, don't you, sir?"
"Well, yes, I do. But then again, you know if I know you that you know more about me than I want some people to know about me, right?"
"Yep, same here. Damn, Big Man, you're a hot looking Daddy-bear!" he said, quietly, so no one else but me would hear.
"Same here, young man! You've invaded my dreams, several times now. I won't say anything beyond that, so no one else will hear, but damn, boy, what on earth are you doing in San Diego? I thought you were from up in Canada?"
"Well, like I said, sir, I am building a house down here. I need to get the building permit though, so I can get started."
"OK, well, here's the inspector's name and phone number. Call him and we can clear it in a minute. I have to have their permission though, so I will need to talk to them, when you are done."
Stepping aside momentarily, he made contact with the inspector, and we cleared his lot so he could get his permit.
"Thanks for your help, man. Here's something for you, too. You may want to put that away until later though, as I don't want to embarrass you but I know you'll like it. Say, do you have about an hour later, so maybe we can sit and talk for a little while? I can drop you off anywhere, afterward."
"Sure thing, son. I get off at three."
"OK. I'll be here then. Meet me out in front. I have a blue Honda Civic Del Sol with Quebec license plates."
Well, that certainly answered THAT question, now didn't it?
"OK. I'll be outside at three."
With that, he left my counter-space, walked out into the lobby, and towards the elevator.
Well, I certainly had doubts about it, but if he was sincere, this could definitely be an interesting afternoon and early evening, although I doubly-doubted anything remotely sexual would occur. Still, you never really know a person, I believe, until you know them intimately for at least six months, possibly longer.
Pulling up in front of my building at three, his face lit up when he saw me, and he opened the door for me from the driver's side.
"Hi again, sir! Glad you were willing to go for a short get-together with me. I want to know some of my fans, as I don't have much contact with people beyond workmates and the people in the business."
"Well, I appreciate this, more than you know. I haven't looked at the contents of the envelope yet."
"It's just some pics from the studio. You'll appreciate them, greatly. I just didn't want to embarrass you in your office, in case you aren't out to them, yet."
"Well, I appreciate the gesture, Connor. You're a young man who is obviously on his way in the industry, and give me a cause to celebrate my manhood, sometimes daily, when I watch your videos."
"That's a nice way of saying you get off by watching my movies, I gather?"
"Correct."
We sat in the small diner, and talked quietly, for about an hour and a half, then he dropped me off at the house, suddenly deciding to come in for a moment, to use the lavatory. He then followed me to my bedroom, and closed the doors.
"Well, Bobby Joe, I need to scoot on out of here and meet someone for dinner, so we can complete the final plans for the house, but I did want to thank you, again, for the wonderful company, and getting to know one of my super-fans, a bit."
The young man leaned down to kiss me, as he towered over me.
"Fuck, man. You know how to kiss! Wish ALL my fellow performers in the flicks knew how to kiss like that!!!"
"Well, you know where I work and live now, so you are welcome back, anytime. "
"Thanks again, Daddy-bear. You are one of the most wonderful men I've ever met!!!"
Smiling and kissing me gently on the cheek, he walked out the door. I was left standing there in the middle of my bedroom, breathless. The rest of the evening was spent thinking of the man, and when I dreamt, it was about Connor.
Late the following afternoon, I was delightfully surprised when the handsome young man appeared at my desk again, without any prior notice.
"Hi, Bobby Joe. You wanna go catch some dinner? I'm only here for the rest of the week, then I have to head back home for a new production schedule, beginning Tuesday afternoon in Montreal."
"Well, sure. Let me check with the boss, and I'll be right back."
The boss said go have some fun, and take tomorrow off as well, as we had been putting in so many hours in recent weeks.
"The boss said go ahead and go. Let's get the hell out of here. Any place you want to go? Maybe someplace private?"
"Yeah, you know where. Let's grab some food and head over there."
"Got pizzas and wine at home. Is that good enough?"
"Sounds perfect, man. Let's boogie."
Soon enough, we pulled up in my driveway, and went in.
"You're welcome to get comfortable. I'll pull the pizza out and get it ready for the oven. Be right with you."
Like the perfect gentleman I already figured Connor to be, he waited patiently on the living room sofa for me to join him.
"I don't want you thinking I want to only do something physical with you, Connor, as there is a chance to abuse people, and I don't want to be accused of taking advantage of your star-status, or anything. We could just lay here and cuddle, if that's OK with you?"
"Sounds good to me, man. C'mere, Daddy-bear."
We got into a wild, passionate session of kissing, and he and I reaching into each other's shirts to feel the body-fur of the other.
"Damn, Connor, the first time I saw that powerful-looking, hairy chest of yours, I just about lost my mind, son! Do you realize that is one of your most important assets, or does that bother you that another man would see you that way?"
"It doesn't bother me, man. You can ogle all you want, touch.....whatever. I appreciate the attention, AND adoration!"
Rubbing my face through his chest hair, I boned up, immediately.
"Mmmmm.....fuck, man. Connor, your chest is just SOOOOO fucking beautiful!!! I could stay here all YEAR and never get enough!!!"
"Mmmmm.....that's sweet, Daddy-bear! Stay as long as you want, even though I have to head home tomorrow. I just love it that you love that part of me, that much."
"Well, that's not the only part of you that's so fucking hunky that you trip me out, young man! I am exclusively a top, son, however, that cock of yours is fucking, off-the-scale, mind-blowing MAGNIFICENT!!! If I weren't an exclusive top, I wouldn't mind taking that beautiful man-tool of yours into my body." "I understand. So many men want that, but I don't, `cause I want that to be a part of my relationship with whatever future hus-bear I may find, and of course, in the business." "I can respect that. It is very much an intimate part of a relationship, and should only be reserved for your spouse, whoever that may be."
"Let's just lay here and cuddle and kiss and rub our faces in each other's fur, OK?"
"Yeah, I agree."
Most of the evening was spent with my face or his in a forest of fur. It got close to eleven, and he finally looked at me.
"Daddy-bear, I gotta get over to the hotel, so I can get out of here early tomorrow. I have a five-day drive ahead of me, and I don't have an assistant with me to share the driving, this time around."
"Connor, I don't know if we will ever see each other again, of course, but it's been really special, and spectacular, to meet you and be with you. This will remain forever between us, of course, but I would like to take a selfie with you, if you have no objection to that."
"No of course not, Bobby Joe. Please send me a copy of it, too, as I will always cherish this time, too, as you and I could just cuddle and kiss, and not have to go all the way. It's been awesome, and I want to remember it, and you, too, of course! Give me your e-mail addy, and I'll send you mine, so we can at least exchange pics, AND stay in touch!!!"
"Same here, Connor, same here!!!"
Our time had quickly drawn down to the last three minutes, but neither one of us wanted to let go of the other man. After taking a couple of selfies, we stood at the back door, and kissed passionately, one last time. Tears slowly fell, silently, down both our faces.
"Farewell, friend. I will never forget you."
"Same here, Daddy-bear! It's been sweet, man.....really sweet!!! I hope you find someone, Bobby Joe. You don't need to be alone, sir. You're MUCH too good a man to be by yourself. Please be assured you will always be thought of, by me, and remembered as a man after MY own heart. Who knows? We may run into each other again....."
"There's always hope, Connor. Look me up if you ever come back this way again, if you'd like. I only have five more years before I retire, yet I'll probably be at the same counter where you found me, that entire time, so please don't make yourself a stranger, if you have a mind to."
"I may just do that."
A deep, passionate French-kiss, and he was gone. I slept well that night, dreamt of my handsome young friend, and woke up for the second time in a week in a puddle of white, sticky cream, my first wet-dreams since I was twenty-five! Although the chances of me ever seeing Connor again were -- for all intents and purposes -- slim to none, the outside chance that it may happen again one day delight this bear's heart, and the memory of two evenings worth of kissing and cuddling and rubbing faces in our ample body-fur stays with me, to this day. It will never fade, and the memory of a porn star's willingness to socialize with one of his adoring fans gives me a thrill that I cannot possibly explain. I had -- up to that time -- never been "star-struck," but this one definitely turned my head, and gave THIS bear a memory that is permanently etched in my mind, of a handsome man with a big heart and a love for Daddy-bears.
Epilogue:
In the real-world, of course, this is probably NEVER going to happen, as I said at the top, and a TOTAL fantasy on my part, however, either way, I must say......
"Connor McGuire, you are a "fucking-A handsome" hunk of manhood, and a fine specimen of a man!!!"
Were it to it happen/would it happen, Garth Brooks said it best in his song, "The Dance",
"Looking back on the memory of The dance we shared beneath the stars above For a moment all the world was right How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye And now I'm glad I didn't know The way it all would end the way it all would go Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain But I'd have to miss the dance Holding you I held everything For a moment wasn't I the king But if I'd only known how the king would fall Hey who's to say you know I might have changed it all And now I'm glad I didn't know The way it all would end the way it all would go Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain But I'd of had to miss the dance Yes my life it's better left to chance I could have missed the pain but I'd've had to miss the dance [last line of lyric corrected by story's author] Publishers: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC Songwriters: Tony Arata Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind