Hot water fell from the shower head as steam rose from below to fill the room with a light haze. Matthew stood beneath the stream of hot water in the locker room shower. He rinsed the soap suds from the dark hair that covered his body. He ran his soft hands across his chest, over his belly, and down between his legs. His cock was stiff from the heat and the memories of his stimulating day.
He was in one of the curtained stalls instead of the open-air showers. Matthew had anticipated 'his current aroused state and did not want to chance another fateful encounter where his libido contested his common sense. He was ‘oh for two’ in that matchup so far today.
He leaned his head under the stream and images of his student and his coworker in various states of undress came to mind. He gently tugged on his cock while finishing up his shower. Knowing that he should not finish now, he unwillingly let go of his member. His hand instead gripped the faucet handle and turned off the stream of water.
He pulled back the white plastic curtain and saw that the empty room was full of steam. There was a faint echo as he dried himself off on the towel that Harry had brought him. Despite not getting direct attention, his erection was not going anywhere. He crossed from the shower stall to the sink and wiped his hand across the mirror, clearing the fog to look at himself.
There was a rosy color to his cheeks and a subtle grin on his face that had not been in his reflection this morning. He looked at the dark fur on his chest. A fuzzy forest traveled down from his neck and below where the mirror could show. He gently tweaked one of his nipples, feeling insatiable. Trying to stay on task, and get himself home, Matthew stopped his teasing and picked up his cell phone
He opened up the speed dial, hit the first entry, and called home. The line rang briefly before his wife picked up.
”Hey Honey, I'm about to leave work and I was thinking that I should bring us home some Chinese takeout,” he said. She let out a little moan and Matthew smiled, congratulating himself on a good idea.
“Oh, that sounds like a great plan,” she responded. “I had mom come by and pick up Sarah for the night, so we can have the evening to ourselves. I think we are overdue for a date night.”
Matthew chubbed up a little bit more at the thought of finishing what his wife had started this morning. He shuddered, excited for his ass to get another pounding.
“That sounds great to me,” He said a little breathlessly, “I should be home in about half an hour.”
“Perfect,” Rachel responded, “Make sure you get the greasiest food possible.” She laughed.
“Of course,” he retorted, “that's the only kind.” He heard his doorbell ring from the other end of the line.
“Oh–Sorry, I should go get that. I'll see you in a bit. Love you,” Rachel said, hanging up the call.
Matthew put down the phone and crossed over to the duffel bag so he could dress. Inside was a large zip-top bag that held the clothes he had soiled in today's earlier activities. Underneath his sordid trophies was a tight-fitting workout shirt and a pair of gray gym shorts. He continued to dig into the bottom of the bag and realized that Harry had not brought him a pair of underwear.
This excited him a little as he pulled on the shirt which hugged his belly and the mesh shorts which clung to his curves. Matthew freeballed it on his way out of the school locker room, his slightly engorged cock swinging free with each step towards his car, and hopefully towards another deep dicking.
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Matthew pulled his car into a parking spot in front of his favorite Chinese takeout place. It was in a small strip mall next to a local grocery chain. He could see the glow of the backlit menu signs coming through the windows in the dim early evening. His stomach rumbled at the thought of the tasty food. He pulled his key from the ignition and exited his car to head inside.
A blast of steam hit him in the face as he opened the door. The restaurant was loud with the sounds of a busy kitchen. A young child sat at one of the tables in front of a small pile of papers, gripping a pencil in his left hand. The boy looked up at Matthew, scooted his chair back, and hopped down. The boy went behind the counter, stepped up on something so he could see over the register, and spoke.
“Hello, welcome to Little Sesame,” the young boy said. “What would you like?”
After Matthew had placed his order, he sat at one of the small booths opposite the door and pulled out his phone. He checked his notifications, read through some emails, and scrolled on social media for a bit while he waited. He sent an update text to his wife, letting her know he was waiting on the food.
While absentmindedly tapping on the screen, Matthew opened up one of the gay dating apps installed on his phone. Several pictures of men's torsos, bulges, underwear-clad asses, and the occasional face, filled out a grid on the display. He leaned toward the wall next to him and tilted his phone for a bit of privacy as he scrolled through the thumbnails.
He tapped on a few of them, generally preferring to look at guys with face pictures, even though his profile did not have one. If he were in another profession, he would probably be more open on apps such as these. A profile he had not seen before caught his attention. The photo was of a man from the shoulders down in a slightly closed maroon robe. Silver chest hair peeked out from the top, and a large bulge in blue briefs peeked out from the bottom.
His left hand held a wooden pipe and Matthew noticed a gold band on the fourth finger.
He knew there were lots of married men on apps like this. Unfortunately, there seemed to be a trend of their spouses not knowing about their profiles and proclivities. Matthew knew he was an outlier in this regard, but remained hopeful of finding someone in a similar position to himself, with a wife who understood his needs and a relationship that supported it.
Feeling like the ubiquitous fifteen minutes had passed, Matthew put his phone into his pocket and looked around the restaurant. The young boy was back to his homework. A few other people sat in booths and at tables waiting for food. A lanky man came out from the kitchen holding a paper bag full of food. He spun the bag around, stared at the receipt, and called out Matthew's name.
Matthew quickly stood up to retrieve his food and felt his phone buzz in his pocket a few times. He took handfuls of sauce packets from the caddies next to the register, grabbed chopsticks and plastic silverware, and then dropped them into the bag. His phone began to buzz again. A longer sustained vibration instead of the short twitches of a text message.
Moving the bag to one hand, he reached the other into his pants pocket to retrieve his cell phone. On the screen was a picture of a bare male chest with a light dusting of honey brown fur. The letters “H S,” were displayed just above the red and green call buttons. He noticed a woman next to him was also staring at his screen. Matthew quickly hit the deny call button and shoved the phone back into his pocket. He quickly shuffled towards the door, his face red and his shorts seeming tighter.
As he loaded the bag of food into the passenger seat his phone buzzed again. Mathew swore under his breath. He closed the car door with a huff and crossed to the driver's side. He plugged his phone into the car speakers without looking at the screen. Matthew reversed out of the parking lot and his music picked up where it left off.
Paused at a stoplight Matthew looked back at his phone once more and saw he had text messages and a voicemail from Harry. He pressed play and his music stopped for a muffled recording to play over his car’s sound system. It sounded like the call had been made while still in a pocket or away from the caller. He scrolled through nonsense messages while listening to the recording. He couldn’t make out the words but he could hear the sound of moaning in the background. His shorts tented again, he looked down at the bulge in the fabric and saw a wet spot growing where the head of his penis pressed against the mesh.
“Lucky you,” Matthew said to Harry, as if he were able to hear him. The light changed to green and Matthew pressed the gas pedal, proceeding toward home.
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“Hi honey, I'm home,” Matthew called from the foyer. He shut the door behind him with one hand while the other held the steaming bag of takeaway Chinese food.
“Welcome home, babe,” Rachel called from further inside the house. She sounded slightly breathless.
Matthew kicked off his dress shoes at the entryway. Using his feet, he slid them into place between his wife's tennis shoes and a pair of work boots. He felt his hole clench. He crossed the living room in his sheer dress socks and the plush off-white carpet was soft and warm.
Matthew placed the bag down on the kitchen counter and began to unload the contents. He could hear the squeak of the bedframe from the other room and the sound of soft moans. He felt his cock begin to stir and tent the front of his gym shorts again. He continued to unpack the dinner, growing more aroused by the minute. He grabbed a plate for himself from the cupboard and poured his lo mein onto it.
“I got us some crab rangoon as well,” Matthew called out as he opened the translucent bag and added some to his plate.
"Oh, fuck yes,” he heard his wife groan from the bedroom.
“Yeah, you like that?” Matthew asked playfully. He picked up his plate and a pair of chopsticks to head into his bedroom.
The door was wide open, and he saw his wife spread eagle with Harry between her legs, thrusting away. A smirk crossed Matthew's face, and his cock was rock hard in his shorts. He crossed to the plush chair in the corner that faced their bed and took a seat. He made eye contact with his coworker who was balls-deep in his wife's pussy.
“Uhhh,” Rachel whined, “Welcome home, Matt. We–We're working up an appetite.”
Harry gave him a wink and grabbed Rachel's ankles to adjust his positioning. Matthew kept eye contact while unwrapping and breaking his chopsticks. His cock was dripping precum down the side of his leg. He crossed one leg over the other, placing his ankle above his knee to form a makeshift table to rest the plate. He began to eat his dinner while watching the pair rut in his bed.
“How was your day at work,” Rachel asked, her voice tense with pleasure.
"Oh, it was pretty good,” Matthew replied around a bite of lo mein, “I got most of my room setup. Handled some errands around for the English department. I wanted to make some progress on my syllabus but ran into a small complication.”
Harry almost choked attempting to stifle a laugh.
“Oh no,” Rachel said, straining to maintain a conversational tone despite the fat cock stretching her open. “What happened?”
“A former student stopped by,” Matthew said, matching the blasé tone his wife used. “We had a good chat, and then he fucked me in the teachers' lounge.”
Matthew paused for effect, Harry could not contain his laughter anymore and collapsed on top of Rachel, shaking with amusement. Rachel shouted out questioning remarks from beneath the large man. Matthew continued with his story as if nothing had happened.
“We started with a nice makeout session, and then I put his cute little butt on one of the desks and gave him his first blowjob. I had him cumming in mere moments.”
“A virgin?” Rachel questioned from beneath Harry. The History teacher had regained his composure and resumed his humping, likely aroused from Matthew's retelling.
“Not after I was done with him,” Matthew said, letting some pride creep into his voice. “After a brief break he wanted to return the favor and next thing I knew, his cock was deep inside my ass, fucking me for all he was worth.”
Harry and Rachel were moaning, listening to the sordid tale. Matthew grinned, realizing the effect he was having on his wife and friend.
