The Masculine Mutant Man: Ghostbear

I freely admit, the next mutant fellow on my list to photograph was one who might have been the most exciting to me. A celebrity to be sure, but only in certain circles. About a year after the mass mutation that altered so many of us, I was still feeling unsure about myself and my place in the world. There were many jobs that wouldn't hire a dog mutant, or any mutant for that matter, oh and did I mention I had been fired from the job I had before my mutation? Anyway, I was depressed a lot of the time in those days, but I remember hearing through some friends about this underground mutants-only wrestling group who called themselves the 'Mutant Wrestling League.' They would travel around the city and do pop-up, one-night shows in warehouses, auditoriums and the like. They proved that we mutants could have a great time together, have a place to belong, and forget the worries of our everyday lives for a little while. My favorite wrestler back then, hell, my favorite wrestler to this day contacted me online for a photo shoot. Needless to say I was beyond stoked!

I followed his directions to a gym in an alley downtown which had a closed sign hanging on the door. Per the instructions I received, I texted him that I had arrived and shortly after, the door swung wide, and my heart fluttered into my throat. In all of his orange spandex-clad glory, I was meeting one of my heroes: The indomitable mass of fur and muscle, Ghostbear! He gave me a warm grin and nearly crushed me in his welcome embrace. 

"Good to meet you, Fido!" He boomed. "Come in, come in! This is my gym, you can set up wherever you want!"

"Oh, thanks! I guess ringside, huh? I'll definitely want to get pics of you in there, on the ropes, like that." I told him.

"Of course! Anything for such a cute fan!" He said and gave a hearty belly laugh.

"H-how did you know I was a fan?" I wondered aloud.

He beamed. "You told me in your messages."

"Of course, I guess I forgot." I felt my face redden under the fur.

Ghostbear scratched at his round tummy absently. "But I, uh, I remember you too, from my events."

My eyes widened and I blushed more deeply than before. "You remember that?" I felt positive that couldn't be true.

"Remember such a handsome dog mutant with that beard? Those glasses? I saw you at least once every other week or so! Always looked for you in the crowd." He explained and gave me a wink.

"I-I'm really flattered, I had no idea." I said.

"Well you know now!" The big bear said and laughed. "Anyway, we can talk about that later! You want me to get fully nude or what?"

"How can I say no to that question?!" I nearly yelped in reply, but then composed myself. "Actually, I'd love to get some of you in your costume first, maybe hanging out the side of the leg or--"

"Got a better idea." Ghostbear said and then, with one of his curved claws he sliced open some of the material at the crotch and over his belly. "Now it looks like it happened in the ring!" He hauled out an already thick and leaking cock and bounced it on the ropes. My tongue lolled out at the sight of it, I couldn't help it. He had a beautiful cock, beautiful belly... Beautiful everything as far as I was concerned! He grabbed a microphone from a stool nearby and mocked talking into it. He flung himself against the turnbuckle, He flexed and flopped on the mat. He turned and bared his big ass by pulling his singlet up tightly between his cheeks. Ghostbear was such a ham for the camera, of course for how often he was performing for crowds in his career it shouldn't have been too surprising. I kept snapping pictures. It felt like my own personal slice of heaven. 

It seemed like mere minutes had elapsed, but the reality of it was hours had gone by and I had gotten all of the pics I could want. He slid out under the ropes and stood before me, his heavy cock still like iron between us. 

"This was real fun, Fido. I know that certain fans of mine are gonna go nuts for these pictures too. And it's to raise awareness! I really respect you doing this." He said sincerely.

"Oh, well, gee, you know they say don't meet your heroes, but you're g-great." I said softly. Man did I sound like a dork.

I probably should have seen it coming but he grabbed me again, more gently than when we first met and held me tight against his body as he lowered his maw to kiss me. I could feel his rigid cock trapped against my stomach by his belly as his tongue pushed into my muzzle. He smelled so good. I was so stunned, so overwhelmed that I just pressed back into him, wrapping my arms around as much of his large frame as I could reach. When he moved to pull my shirt over my head I stepped back though. He raised a questioning eyebrow.

"I, I'm sorry I'm with someone." I said weakly. "I want to but, we haven't had the 'open relationship' talk yet, and I'm not even sure if we want that."

He smiled, but I could see the disappointment behind it. It broke my heart a little bit. I just met one of my biggest real-life crushes, really liked him in person even, found out he liked me too and then dashed his hopes all in the same evening.

"Of course you're with someone, how could you not be? He's a very lucky man." Ghostbear said.

"We both are." I replied. "And listen, if circumstances were different, I'd want nothing more than--" He raised his paw. 

"Keep coming to my shows, give me your applause, cheer me on, and hey, bring your boyfriend too. I want to size up my competition!" The polar bear said with a playful growl.

"You're on!" I told him, before we said our 'good nights' and I headed out to the street.