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I joined the gym to keep my friend company, little did I know, his self-consciousness would fuel my desires. Our innocent workouts turned into intense sessions, with him flexing his muscles and me, unable to control my growing lust. I'd watch him, beads of sweat dripping down his toned body, as he bench-pressed or squatted, his muscles contracting and releasing. One day, after a particularly grueling session, he caught me staring, and I couldn't help but confess my feelings. Our first kiss was in the locker room, and it was anything but wholesome.