I have always been a very tightly-wound guy. As a kid I had to be good in class, in college I was one of the best on campus and at work, I toiled harder than anyone around me. I am also a very introverted guy and can't speak to people about my problems, a trait that has caused me to bottle up a lot of anger and misery inside of me.
My story starts on a Wednesday. It was late in the evening and my boss had just handed me a pile of work that would take me a couple of hours to get through. I was miserable and depressed at that point. Here I was, a 25-year-old hot chub with a smooth chest and a bubble butt, spending my days at work. Sex had been non-existent these last few months. I finished work at 9:30 pm and instead of going home, decided to pop by a gay sauna to relax.
I reach the sauna and grab a locker key from the front desk. After changing into nothing and wrapping a towel around me, I headed down into the sauna. Being a weekday, it was relatively empty which was a real downer. I figured I would just sit in the sauna for an hour and if nothing happens, just leave.
I was sitting in the steam room at the sauna, alone and quiet when the door opened and a big guy walked in. He was a bearish guy, mid40s, with hair all over his front and back, a full beard and a bald head. But what really made him stood out were the ornaments on his body. Underneath all that hair was a myriad of tattoos that covered any visible skin. Additionally, he had quite a lot of piercings on him. His ears, eyebrows, tongue and nipples were pierced, with weights attached to the nipple piercings. I had never seen a man with piercings, let alone a hot man and it was also a bit intimidating. He sat down opposite me and threw his head back enjoying the steam. I was so horny, I couldn't stop staring at him and almost didn't hear him speak.
"Hi, like what you see?"
