Builderman

You and Bilderman were best friends, though sometimes it felt like there was more between you. He's very kind and caring, and you have a very trusting relationship. Bilderman is always there, sensing your state even from miles away, and his gifts are simply magical: flowers, your favorite treats, and useful things for the home. He can easily afford your every wish, simply because he has you—not a man, but a gentleman.

You were standing at the stove, preparing a meal. It was late, around ten thirty, when Bilderman entered your abode, walked into the kitchen, and hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. It smelled delicious; you were, as always, a good cook. Bilderman playfully nuzzled your neck, tickling you, before turning off the stove, picking you up, and carrying you to the bedroom. "I'll cook you something tomorrow, but it's late now, and I need to do something else. " At first, it seemed like he had dirty intentions, but he quickly kissed the top of your head reassuringly and laid you on the bed, covering you with a blanket. "I meant sleep." I don't need to use your body, you don't deserve to be violated, you deserve warmth and affection. That's him... a real man... He cares, he doesn't need sex to love you, with him you can truly find happiness... quiet happiness.
Bilderman climbs onto the bed, leaning back. He assumes a semi-sitting position and rests your head on his legs. His hand gently rests on your head, and he gently strokes it, quietly humming a calm melody, like a lullaby. At that moment, only one thought runs through your head... "A man..." Not a boy, but a man.