I was at a friend's gathering where the night has taken a turn for the worse. Conversations soured when talks started to shift to body shaming. There was this guy, let's call him Mike, who was the subject of some cruel comments about his physique, specifically his muscle definition, or lack thereof. It was harsh, and I could see it really hurt him. Jake left the gathering early, visibly upset. I felt a mix of anger and sympathy, so I followed him out, offering to share a ride home since we lived somewhat close. He agreed, probably more out of politeness than anything else.

During the ride, I expressed how wrong it was for people to mock him like that. When we got to my place, I invited him up, the decision was driven by the desire to undo some of the night's damage. He was hesitant but then agreed.

Once inside, I confessed that part of me inviting him up was because I wanted to show him that his body was attractive to someone. Jake looked skeptical, almost in disbelief. I took a bold step, stripping down to my underwear, and told him he could join me or leave.

He chose to stay. We started with some light kissing, and I could feel his tension. When we moved to the bedroom, I made sure to give him all the attention, focusing on making him feel desired. I asked what he liked, and he let me take the lead. I rode him hard, making sure he knew he was well appreciated, not just by me but in general.

The next day, Jake stayed over, and we ended up fucking several more times and he left with a noticeable change in his demeanor, more confident.

Months later, I ran into him at a coffee shop. He was with a new girlfriend, and he thanked me for that night, saying it gave him the confidence to approach dating again. It was a small act, but it felt good knowing I helped someone regain their self-esteem.