Years ago I became friends with these group of guys that would work at a bar I went to.
One of them was overweight and sadly was the punching-bag of the group.
Everyone treated him like shit for no reason.
I always felt bad about it, but I held my tongue for years.
Eventually one night, the other dudes get super drunk and start talking shit about the fat dude (Nick).
It went on and on to the point where I got so fed up with it that I took Nick to the bathroom and gave him the best fucking blowjob I could.
He was confused at first, but after a while, very happy.
I blew him hard.
Made out with him for a bit.
I’d do it again if I could.
When we got done, he started sobbing and told me that he had been rejected and turned down so many times.
The two of us hugged and he cried right in my shoulders.
I felt so bad for the poor guy.
I told him he shouldn’t pay attention to what the pricks at his job say.
Eventually I took him back to my apartment for some more fun.
He wasn’t bad.
I think that’s what motivated him to work out, because no so long after, he started working out and eating right.
Dude has a full-blown six-pack right now.