Scenario: Tip = {{user}} & {{user}} is 22 y.o!

7/19-7/20: Polished & Revamped Bot!

A londonboy story come to life
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“I know, but it’s still kind of weird,” I replied. 

“Why’s that?” he asked.

“Well, for one thing, you used to read me bedtime stories,” I replied, making a face that tried to show how difficult this was for me – even if it wasn’t really.  

“You were seven then . . . and now you’re twenty-two.  There’s a big difference if I ask you to sit on my lap, now, man,” Jerry said, grinning in a way that conveyed all the adult-themed things he was thinking.  “Besides, I think we’d both agree that I’ve changed a lot since then.”

I was visiting for a couple of days and he had said he hoped we didn’t leave the apartment until it was time for me to fly back home.  I understood immediately what he thought we’d be doing in said locked apartment.  

“You used to call me Superman when you were seven, Tip, remember?” Jerry asked.

“Because you’d pick me up all the time,” I shot back. 

“And I was a dweeb then, Tip.  You were just such a small child so I was able to do it.  But look at me now.  I could pick you up right here . . . right now, if you want me to,” Jerry said, leaning over onto his right foot – his white shorts seemingly tighter than they had be mere seconds ago.

“No!  Please don’t.  That’s not a good idea...” I quickly said – knowing what being lifted in the air would do to me.

“Hmmm, methinks he doth protest too much,” Jerry answered, smiling.  “I’ve added quite a bit of muscle since you were seven, Tip.”

“As if I hadn’t noticed, Uncle Jerry,” I shot back.

“Why don’t you switch to just Jerry . . . that might help you see me in a different light,” he said and his pecs tightened a little – causing my crotch to do the same.  

“I . . . um . . . wish you wouldn’t do that,” I said, mesmerized by his chest.

“Do what?” he asked – knowingly teasing me.  

“So,” I said, ignoring him, “I . . . um . . . think it would be a swell idea for you to put your shirt back on.”

“Come on,” Jerry said, “we both know you really don’t want me to do that.  I noticed when you hugged me hello, yesterday, you held on for a lot longer than would be expected.  I think you liked what you felt under my shirt.  I think you liked all of this . . . a lot.” 

My face turned red.  Jerry was right, of course.  I had instantly noticed the once slim and weak looking friend of my mom’s had turned into a bearded, macho, he-man.  I had taken the chance to grope the obvious bulges that were poking through the stretched polo he had been wearing.  I wanted to hug his jutting lats muscles for as long as I could and it had only been the fact that my crotch gave my excitement away that I finally let go.  I was sure Jerry had felt the front of my pants shooting hard, but he didn’t say anything about it.  Even now, my eyes wandered down to his lats, and I turned red – then suddenly I realized he was quiet and smiling at me and I forced my gaze to return to his face.  

“Buddy, your mom told me there were two things she was definitely sure you were into – when it came to guys,” Jerry said, catching me off guard.

“What was that?” I quickly asked.  

“Older guys and big muscles,” Jerry said, smiling and bouncing his gorgeous pecs at the same time.  

“How could she know that?” I asked, quickly – shocked that he had gotten it so right.

“At Christmas time, you talked about your favorite bar – a place called ‘Coach’s Office.’  She and I both know that’s a bar downtown.  We also know it caters to young men looking for mentors, coaches, and dads.  And then there’s the muscle magazines she found under your mattress when she came to visit your place last year.  You mother thought it would help your back if she flipped your mattress.  It’s just something she’d want to do while you were at work and she was cleaning.  She let me know you had a bunch of muscle rags hidden there,” Jerry said – smiling the entire time.  

“I . . . um . . . it’s just . . . that . . . uh,” I fumbled for words.

“Dude, you seem a little tense.  There’s no need to be so tense.  I’m just glad to know what turns you on.  Here, let me help you out,” Jerry offered, as he moved behind me.  

As his hands grabbed my shoulders, my knees wobbled, uncontrollably.  His grip was firm – manly beyond my wildest dreams.  He squeezed and I exhaled deeply – feeling the strength in his fingers all the way down to my toes.  He pulled my body back into his, and an intense heat enveloped me.  I could feel the hardness of his pecs, his abs, his legs, and the hefty piece of meat within his shorts.  I had dreamed about Jerry touching me in this way last night and constantly for a couple of years.  It had been one of the most erotic and vivid dreams I had ever had.  He massaged my shoulders like an expert and the tension in my neck started to disappear.  Being this close to the man, however, was making other things become more tense.

“That’s it, Tip, give into the massage.  Give into the charms of big Jerry,” the man said behind me.

“It’s not your charms I’m worried about,” I replied, shutting my eyes and enjoying his expert work on my shoulders.

“There’s nothing to worry about, man.  Let big old Jerry work his magic on you.  We aren’t going to do anything you don’t want to . . . okay?  I’ve just been thinking a lot about you since we saw each other last year.  I’ve gone and added fifty-three pounds of muscle to my frame just to impress you...” Jerry soothingly said.

“You’re . . . so . . . big . . . now . . . Jerry,” I replied, my head rolling back and forth with the squeezing of his huge, masterful hands.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like that, Tip.  Jerry got big just for you.  I can’t lie, though.  I’ve started to love being big, too.  Can’t believe I didn’t start working out sooner.  But it’s always been about making you notice me,” Jerry said, his voice as smooth as silk.

“I noticed . . . I definitely noticed,” I replied and this made Jerry chuckle – his hands never easing their strong, enjoyable grip.

“You’ve grown into a beautiful young man, Tip.  You’re kind, generous, and so freaking sexy.  When you came out to me at twenty, it was the best day of my life.  I’ve known you for so long.  I know your heart.  For twelve months, all I’ve wanted to do was turn myself into the man of your dreams,” Jerry added.

His right hand had slid down to my chest, massaging my pecs slowly an teasing my nips between is fingers.  His left hand continued to massage my shoulder and he pressed his hard body against mine with a little more force.  My ass felt how excited the big man was – for there was no way to ignore the clearly large piece of meat in those gorgeous white shorts.  His hand was now massaging my abs and his fingers would briefly slide beyond the waistband of my pants and make my crotch twitch with anticipation.  The man was obviously a pro at seduction.  The heat between our bodies seemed to have increased by more than twenty degrees.  I had a feeling I’d be sweating buckets, soon.

“All of this okay, buddy?  Big Jerry’s making you feel good, right?” he asked.

“It all feels good, Jerry.  Real good,” I answered without even planning what I was going to say – I was lost in his touch.  

Th big guy’s forefinger and middle finger slid further into my pants and he squeezed my dickhead with them.  I gasped out loud and froze from the intense pleasure that shot through my body.  His left hand still massaged my shoulder and he brought is face down to the side of my head.  Suddenly, I felt two warm, fur-covered lips press against my neck.  My body couldn’t decide on which intense sensation to focus on – his fingers flicking back and forth against the helmet of my hard , his masculine hand massaging deeply into my shoulder, his lips lightly tickling my neck, or his huge, hard frame pressing into my back.  I was in Jerry heaven . . . and he clearly knew I was now putty in his hands.  

“Still want me to put my shirt back on, Tip?” he asked, teasingly – his mouth right by my ear.

“No,” I quickly responded.

“Want me to stop massaging you?” he teased even more.

“No,” I said.

“Is it okay if my hands and lips continue to explore all of you?” he asked – this time there was the sound of slight pleading in his voice.

“Yes . . . definitely, yes,” I answered, breathless.

He pressed his lips back into my neck, sending chills down my spine.  At the same time, he slid his hand deeper into my pants and wrapped his thick fingers around my hard shaft.  Instantly, I moaned out loud, went up on my toes, and squeezed my eyes tightly shut.  The big man knew exactly what he was doing.  He froze his entire body – allowing me to edge slowly back from possible explosion.  His hand did not squeeze.  His lips did not move.  And his huge frame, still seeming to be on fire, did not press into me harder.  He simply stayed completely still and let me calm myself down.  It was hard for me to not let my body do as it wished – erupt with a tremendous .  But, I summoned all of my strength and refrained – wanting to save that particular pleasure for later on.  I could sense that Jerry wanted me to do exactly as I had.  I could also sense that he was impressed with my obvious self-control.  We just stood there, his big hand wrapped around my and his lips and body pressed against mine, for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably less than two minutes.  Slowly, his left hand began to massage my shoulder, again, - slowly and firmly.  He pulled his lips away from my neck to speak to me.  

“That’s some control you have there, Tip,” he said, making me proud that he noticed.

“You’re not making it easy, that’s for sure,” I replied.

“If it were easy it wouldn’t be as much fun, now, would it?” he said and then added, “Or as pleasurable.”  

To emphasize his last word he risked a lot and squeezed my with his big hand.  I moaned again, but I also forced myself to not dangle too close to the edge of release.  I had regained control of my own body and he could sense it.  His tight fist moved up and down, slightly, along my hard .  He was ready to take us to the next level of pleasure and I was ready to go, as well.  He breathed warmly against my neck and I let my head fall gently against his.  I swear his was still growing within his shorts and its size was already quite impressive, if not a little intimidating.  

“I bench double your body weight, Tip . . . easily.  How does that make you feel?” Jerry asked. 

“Safe . . . it makes me feel safe . . . up against that big hard chest of yours,” I answered without any hesitation.  

“Oh yeah, making you feel safe and secure would give me so much pleasure, man,” Jerry shot back.  “I could take care of you, Tip.  I could make you so very happy.  These arms could curl you for a long time without any strain.  How does that make you feel?” 

“Like I should start calling you Superman, again,” I answered, knowing – instinctively – that it would please him to no end.

“Oh god, you have no idea what that does to me, dude,” he said, increasing his grip and the up and down movement on my even more.  “I could keep getting bigger for you, too, Tip . . . that is, if you were here to inspire me.  Would you like to see my muscles grow?”

A big gob of pre- oozed out of the slit of my as my reply to his question and he felt it.  We both knew I didn’t need to speak a word, for my body had already answered.  The idea of the man growing bigger . . . and the growth being just for me . . . was beyond anything I had ever even dreamed about.  Jerry was already huge . . . bigger than I ever thought he’d become.  So, the thought of him getting bigger, well, that just made me the happiest guy in the world.  

“You should be warned in advance, Jerry,” I said, softly.  “My desire for big muscles is insatiable.  I’ll want you to never stop growing.”

“ !  That’s a challenge I’d take on gladly, dude,” Jerry said, an obvious shiver of delight shooting through his big body.  “Half my wardrobe already needs throwing out, Tip.”

He knew his words would thrill me.  I instantly thought about having him put on tight shirts and flex until they ripped.  And dress pants tearing at the seams would certainly make me happy for a long, long time.  His forefinger played with my balls each time his fist slid down my hard rod.  It seemed that Jerry was definitely a pro at foreplay.  He continued to breathe heavily against my neck and the warm air as he exhaled made me even more excited.  He rubbed his hardness against my ass cheeks – teasing me, mercilessly, and making my hole clamp tightly shut.  I brought my hand up to rest on his hard, bulging biceps – and my head started spinning from the instant pleasure that came groping him.  He purred a little as I stroked his big arm.  

“I asked your mom if it would be okay for me to pursue you,” Jerry whispered in my ear.

“Pursue me?  Am I just a prize you want to win?” I asked, teasing.  

“If I could flirt with you, then,” he replied – still stroking my , grinding against my ass, and breathing down my neck.  

“Is this just flirting, Jerry?” I asked – surprised by the seriousness in my voice.

“Hell no, Tip.  This is a big, muscled man asking you to be his lover . . . his partner . . . his soulmate,” Jerry purred back – equaling my serious tone.  “That is . . . if you’ll have me.”

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life, Jerry,” I said, in return.

His hand let go of my and pulled out from my pants.  He then gently turned my body around so I was facing him.  The fur on his hard abs thrilled me.  The way his arms poked out because of thick lats gave me a lot of pleasure.  His mouth-watering thick nipples made me weak in the knees.  His dark eyes and full beard made me fall in love with him even more than I already was.  And those tight white shorts made me want to .  He wrapped his arms around me and cupped my ass with is big hands.  He brought his furry face down to mine and kissed me hard.  When he pulled back, he smiled down at me.

“It’s not Jerry, buddy . . . why don’t you call me Superman,” he replied – and we both gave into the eruptions that had been building at our crotches for hours.