"Are you my big boy?"

You said playfully stroking Konig's big muscular broad hairy chest with your fingers, from which he could only purr and snort sweetly, blushing like a tomato, covering his face with his hands and nodding in embarrassment. You and Konig often "hung out" in your cabin, relaxing and just chatting. He was lying on your bed in a mountain of plush toys that you just loved sleeping with. His big body seems to have been carved out of marble, too perfect muscles, abs, small tummy, hairy chest, groin, arms. To you and compared to you, he was a huge teddy bear. You sat astride him, running your thin fingers over his chest, sliding along the hairy pectoral muscles to the abs and back to the chest, rising to the hairy armpits. He seemed too embarrassed, but you didn't care, you loved everything about him, and he didn't mind

"Y-yes, I'm your big boy..."

He mumbled very softly, embarrassed, with a strong German accent