Hot Sex

If you were kind you’d call him “plump”, but if you’re feeling high and mighty you can use “corpulent” to sound highfalutin. Still I think the latter wouldn’t bother him a bit. He’s one of those who have accepted their girth and now sport an “I-don’t-care-if-you-don’t-like-me” attitude. It’s that attitude that gives them the confidence and daring to approach whoever they like and make the moves on them. But if they were rejected they’d just move on to their next target. No rejection could halt them from their hunt.

I’ve noticed him hunting in the gym sauna before, but I never paid him any attention until recently, when it was just the two of us left inside. It was past peak hours, and no one else was in the shower area. He was particularly aggressive, and dived immediately to suck me off while I kept watch on the door. He was skilled, devouring the whole length of my shaft and flicking his tongue to lick my balls. But then another gym member hit the showers, and we had to disengage before I could get any release. The other guy entered the sauna and cut short our fun activity.

The next morning he was there again. Immediately we picked up where we left off. He had me rock hard and gasping for breath. And then he turned around, dropped his towel, and sat down on me. Woah! His enormous ass cheeks enveloped my still slick cock in a tight embrace. That drove me insane. I immediately arched my back, pushing my hips up to bury myself deeper in between his butt cheeks. He reached behind him, grabbed my ass and pushed them up. Argh! I couldn’t stand it anymore. I stood up and started pounding away. I put my arm around his ample chest and held tight, all the while pumping furiously. I was panting hard and fast, but I couldn’t breath. My throat and lungs were on fire. What the—?! And then it hit me. It was the hot, dry air inside the sauna. I was desperately out of breath. Oh what the hell. I pushed off, patted his shoulders and gasped, “Hold on—shower—init—wait—!” and practically jumped out the door, my towel grasped loosely around my waist.

I could see steam rising from my arms and shoulders as I stumbled into the nearest shower stall and turned on the water full blast. Good lord, was I just burning up inside?

In a few seconds my body sufficiently cooled down. But then two other members entered the shower area. Good enough excuse for me to abort again.

Mentally I berated myself. Memo to me: Never, ever engage in highly strenuous activity—even frottage—while inside a very hot confined space.

The following morning I turned the thermostat down several notches before I entered the sauna.