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I used to go to a pub where these men used to work, and we became friends over time. Sadly, the group used one of them, who was overweight, as a punching bag. Nobody had a good reason to treat him poorly. Even though I felt horrible about it, I refrained from speaking up for a long time. The other men eventually become quite inebriated and start talking trash about Nick, the overweight man, one night.

The more it went on, the more I grew tired of it, to the point where I took Nick to the restroom and gave him the finest fucking blowjob I could. After some time, he became quite joyful from his initial state of confusion. I gave him a powerful blow. spent some time having sex with him. If I could, I’d repeat the process. After we were done, he broke down in tears and confessed to me how many times he had been rejected. He sobbed directly in my shoulders as the two of us exchanged hugs. The poor man, I felt so awful for him. I advised him not to take the jerks in his place of employment seriously. I eventually brought him back to my house for further amusement. He wasn’t all that horrible. He soon began exercising and eating healthfully, so I believe that was what spurred him on. At the moment, the guy has a full-fledged six-pack.

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