Jason just turned 45. He looked at the birthday cake his mates had bought him. No wife, and in a career he hated. What had he achieved in life so far? He thought to himself… All of his mates were married with kids. He’d spend his nights wanking, always feeling a sense of guilt after. 

Most of his mates had left his house after a few birthday drinks, back to their own lives. His mate’s cousin Alex had cone along… Jason hadn’t spoken to him much all evening, but he’d overheard him say he was 27, and worked in IT. It was clear he worked out, he wasn’t particularly huge but was well  toned.  Jason definitely felt a bit of envy about his lean body. 

About 5 minutes after everyone had left, Jason heard the door open. 

“Alright mate, just forgot my wallet.” He heard Alex’s voice shout from the corridor. 

Alex walked into the kitchen and Jason shyly said “oh did you? Oh yes must be this one?”

Jason picked up the wallet from the chair and passed it to him, nearly tripping over himself in the exchange. 

“One too many lad?” Laughed Alex.

“I’m getting too old for this 💩” Jason replied. 

“Too old to party?” Alex asked.

“Yeah, I guess I am.” 

“Fucking hell man it’s your birthday you sound miserable as fuck… did you not have a nice time?”

Alex noticed Jason was looking at his arms and chest. He’d noticed Jason was doing this earlier when Alex was joking with the other lads. 

“You checking me out bro?” 

“What.. erm… what do you mean? No, checking you out?” 

“Yeah man, looking at my chest and arms like you’re fixed on them…” 

Jason’s face turned bright red, as he spluttered “No man I’m not… I’m not a…” 

“A what?” Alex asked. 

Jason’s eyes had moved to focusing on Alex’s feet. 

Jason stuttered “A… you know… A faggot!”

Alex started laughing. 

“You seem pretty focused on my feet now lad. You sure you’re not thinking dirty things?” 

Jason panicked now. He didn’t know what to think or say. Had the thought crossed his mind? Was he feeling envy about this 27 year old’s body or was it something else? 

Jason started to speak but couldn’t find the words, he could feel his face getting redder and his palms were sweating and shaking. 

The smile had gone from Alex’s face now. He looked stern as he stepped in front of Jason. 

“Why don’t you get on your knees bitch? and I’ll tell you how this is going to go.” 

Jason still couldn’t make eye contact with Alex. He didn’t understand why, but his knees started to jerk, and before he knew it, he was kneeling in front of the 27 year old. Eyes still focused on his feet. 

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