Long ago, I made friends with a group of guys who worked at a bar I frequented. One of them was overweight and unfortunately served as the group's punching bag. Everyone treated him poorly without any reason. I consistently felt guilty about it, yet I remained silent for years. One night, the other guys get really drunk and begin trash talking the overweight guy (Joe).

It continued endlessly to the extent that I became so frustrated with it that I took Nick to the bathroom and gave him the most amazing blowjob I could. Initially, he felt bewildered, but after some time, he became quite joyful. I gave him a strong blow. Kissed him for a while. I would do it once more if I had the chance. Once we finished, he began to cry and shared that he had faced rejection and been denied countless times. We embraced, and he wept on my shoulders. I felt really sorry for the unfortunate guy. I advised him not to focus on what the jerks at his workplace say. Ultimately, I brought him back to my apartment for additional enjoyment. He wasn't terrible. I believe that's what inspired him to exercise, as shortly afterward, he began exercising and eating healthily. Dude currently has a complete six-pack.