Chapter 2: Evolution

After that first night, things between Jake and Nathan changed—but in the best way.

It became a regular thing. Whenever Jake needed relief, Nathan was there, eager and ready to worship. It wasn’t just about getting him off; it was about devotion. Nathan took his time, exploring every inch of Jake’s thick cock, learning exactly how he liked to be touched, kissed, and sucked.

Jake, for his part, had never felt anything like it. No woman had ever given him this kind of attention—not just a blowjob, but worship. Nathan treated his cock like a prize, like something sacred.

It started with casual texts.

Jake: You around? Nathan: You know I am bud. Need me? Jake: Yeah. That thing you do. Nathan: I’ll be there in 15.

Jake never had to ask twice.

Nathan would show up, drop to his knees, and take his time. Slow, wet strokes. Deep, lingering sucks. Worshipping Jake’s cock with his mouth, hands, and lips until Jake was gasping, gripping his hair, begging for release.

One night, Nathan had Jake sprawled back on the couch, his cock thick and heavy in his hands, when he grinned up at him.

“You ever jerk off just thinking about my mouth?” Nathan teased, tongue flicking over the tip.

Jake groaned. “Jesus, man.”

Nathan smirked, licking a long, wet stripe down his shaft. “I bet you do.”

Jake’s hand tightened in Nathan’s hair. “Shut up and suck.”

Nathan chuckled—and swallowed him whole.

It wasn’t long before Jake was panting, back arching as Nathan worked him over, drawing out every last drop with slow, milking strokes. Afterward, Jake lay there, spent and satisfied, shaking his head.

“You ruin me, man.”

Nathan grinned, wiping his lips. “That’s the goal.”

Outside of their sessions, their friendship remained the same. They still gamed, grabbed drinks, and talked about life. The only difference? Nathan knew exactly how big Jake was packing—and he had no problem subtly letting it slip when the moment was right.

One night, they were at a bar, drinking and people-watching. A woman named Melissa caught Jake’s eye—mid-40s, dark hair, gorgeous. She seemed interested, but Jake was hesitant ... even a bit nervous.

Nathan smirked and leaned in, speaking just loud enough for her to overhear. “You should go for it, man. You’re a big catch.” He let the word big hang, his gaze flicking down before meeting Jake’s eyes again.

Melissa raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?”

Jake cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh—”

Nathan grinned, taking a sip of his drink.

Melissa’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. She leaned closer to Jake, her hand grazing his thigh. “We should talk more ... wanna buy me a drink?”