Chapter 1: The Connection

Nathan and Jake met through a local gaming forum. Both in their 40s, they were looking for people their age to game with, and what started as online matches quickly turned into grabbing beers and hanging out in person. They clicked instantly—Nathan, 42 and openly gay, had an easygoing confidence, while Jake, 49, straight and divorced, was more reserved but appreciated Nathan’s laid-back nature.

Their friendship felt effortless. They talked about everything: work, exes, gaming obsessions. But one night, after a few drinks on Jake’s back porch, the conversation took a turn.

Jake had been unusually quiet, rolling his beer bottle between his hands, staring off into the dark.

“You good?” Nathan asked, nudging his shoulder.

Jake hesitated, then let out a slow breath. “I’ve been thinking about something. And it’s ... weird.”

Nathan smirked. “Weird is my specialty. Hit me.”

Jake scratched his jaw. “Okay, so ... you’ve been with straight guys before, right?”

Nathan raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. A few.”

“And, uh ... you’ve, like ... done things for them?” Jake kept his eyes on the table, clearly uncomfortable but pushing forward.

Nathan set his beer down, now fully intrigued. “I have.”

Jake exhaled hard. “So, if—and I mean if—a guy wanted to ... try something. But didn’t want to ... you know, do anything back...” He trailed off, his ears turning red.

Nathan leaned in, voice soft but teasing. “Jake, are you asking me to play with your cock?”

Jake winced, covering his face. “Jesus, man.”

Nathan chuckled. “Relax. It’s just us. And, yeah, I get what you’re saying. You want to feel it but don’t want any pressure to reciprocate.”

Jake nodded stiffly. “It sounds selfish.”

Nathan shook his head. “Not at all.” He placed a hand on Jake’s arm. “Look, I enjoy giving. I get off on a guy letting go and just feeling good. You don’t owe me anything.”

Jake swallowed. “And you’d actually like it?”

Nathan’s smirk turned into a slow grin. “Jake, I love it. And if you let me, I’d worship you.”

Jake exhaled through his nose, staring at his beer for a long moment before finally nodding. “Okay. Let’s ... let’s try it.”

It started simple—Nathan’s hands, warm and slow, palming over Jake’s heavy bulge through his jeans. The reaction was immediate.

“Fuck,” Jake muttered, head tipping back.

Nathan unzipped him, eyes widening slightly as he pulled Jake’s cock free. Even soft, it was thick and weighty, resting heavy in Nathan’s palm. “Damn, big guy.”