A few years back, I became close friends with these group of guys that worked at a bar nearby. One of them was a bit over-weight and sadly was the punching-bag of the group in any argument. Everyone treated him like shit for obvious reasons. 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 (lets call him bob)

It went on and on to the point where I got fed up with it so I took bob to the bathroom and gave him the sloppiest fucking blowjob I could. He was so 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 start working out, because no so long after, he started working out and eating right. Dude has a full-blown(literally haha) six-pack right now.