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For weeks Joe had been drooling over the guy who only wore pink shorts whenever he worked out, and yes, he was also haunted by the guy in the pink shorts in his dreams. Not that it bothered him being haunted by the guy in the pink shorts because those pink shorts perfectly showed the guy's creamy milky thighs and his fantastic ass. What bothered him the most was that no one else in the gym seemed to appreciate the guy in the pink shorts and said some nasty things like how men shouldn't wear pink. It was there he reminded people that the guy wasn't violating the dress code by wearing pink shorts. It earned him a smile from the guy in the pink shorts.
On this Friday morning, only two people were in the gym: Joe and the guy in the pink shorts. Joe planned on lifting some of the kettlebells for a heavy workout while the guy in the pink shorts was skipping only a few feet away from Joe. Joe knew he really should be paining attention to the kettlebells, given how heavy they were, but the guy in the pink shorts was skipping with his back to Joe, and all Joe could do was to look, or it was more ogling at the fantastic ass in front of him. And yes, Joe was drooling again and thinking thoughts you shouldn't be thinking in a gym.
"Aaaah!!" Joe shouted when he realized he had dropped the kettlebell on his foot. "Damn it, damn it."
Joe couldn't stand because of the pain in his foot, so he decided to sit down to look at his foot.
"Dio mio," The guy in the pink shorts said as he kneeled beside Joe. "I got a feeling this is my fault."
Joe once again ogled at the guy in the pink shorts. He was so beautiful if you asked Joe. The way he looked and those eyes. Joe could write poetry from now until Judgment Day about those eyes and still needed time to finish the poems.
"Are you in pain?" The guy in the pink shorts asked. "This is so my fault. For skipping half-naked."
A touch on his foot brought Joe back to the moment at hand. And it was like all of Joe's dreams had come true. The guy in the pink shorts was touching him, and it was better than in his dreams.
"No, no, no, don't blame yourself for this," Joe said. "I was the one holding a 15-pound kettlebell and dropped it when I wasn't paying attention to it."
"I still feel like it was my poor attempt trying to seduce you that resulted in you maybe having broken a toe or two," The guy in the pink shorts replied, looking guilty. "So, sorry."
Joe stared at the guy in the pink shorts.
"If you haven't noticed it, I'm a big fan of your seductive technics," Joe said. "I was seconds from asking you out on a date when this happened. When I have seen a doctor, could I ask you out for breakfast or something?"
The guy in the pink shorts lit up with a big smile.
"Yes, yes, yes," The guy in the pink shorts replied. "I would love to go out with you."
What happened next, none of them saw coming, but the guy in the pink shorts threw himself into Joe's arms, so Joe ended up on his back with the guy in the pink shorts in his arms, and they kissed.
"Sorry," The guy in the pink shorts said. "Got carried away. Have dreamt of kissing you for weeks."
"You aren't the only one who has had dreams. I'll tell you more once we're alone," Joe replied. "What's the name of the world's greatest kisser?"
"Nicky," Nicky replied. "And you?"
"Joe," Joe replied. "Could I ask you to get my phone so I can call for a taxi? I don't think I can walk?"
"I have a car; let me drive you," Nicky replied, and Joe nodded. "But first, I have to kiss your ouchie. It's the least I can do."
Nicky lifted Joe's foot gently and placed a kiss on the broken toe. Joe could swear that all the pain he felt was gone after that.
"Let me put my hoodie on," Nicky said. "I'm not planning on seducing others than you today."
"Oh, I'm glad to hear that," Joe replied. "Just wait until we go on our date. Then I'll seduce you."
Nicky helped Joe up before supporting him on the way out to the car. They both couldn't wait to be seduced by the other one once Joe had seen a doctor.