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Thomas was sweaty and tired from practice, eager to shower off at home. He saw his mothers car pull up across the road from the field, said his goodbyes to the team and his coach, and made his way towards his Mum.
His 6 foot, toned frame reached the car in less than a minute, his mudcaked rugby shorts leaving traces on the seat that he would be in trouble for later on, but for now, he just looked forward to the feeling of hot water rolling down his body, the dark brown dried muck falling from his face, leaving only the natural golden tones of his smooth skin behind.
Once he was out of the shower, sat on his bed - a maroon towel wrapped and tied tight around his slim waist - he unlocked his phone, put his headphones on, and began listening to his playlists. Three songs later, his body had fully dried off and he had his boxers and a pair of sweatpants on, in a tight white singlet and sitting at the dinner table listening to his older brothers stories about work that day.
Calum was 19, and worked at a cheap motel in town, cleaning rooms, changing bedding, and taking note of the cheating housewives and husbands, ex teachers - giving them their room keys and knowing what they were getting up to at 1pm on a Tuesday.
"Mr. Oswald was in today, not with his wife, but with Ms. Kinney from social studies!" he told Thomas, to his parents dismay.
"We've told you, no gossiping about teachers at dinner, no sex talk at all at dinner! It's hardly appropriate."
"Aw yea I know Mum but its big news! Those are two of Tommys teachers! Hes married and they're hooking up!"
His father chimed in now, getting frustrated with Calums continued discussion after being told off by his mother.
"You've been told that's enough, now listen to your mother please. Both of you!"
When dinner was over and both boys had retired to their bedrooms, Thomas had his headphones on and his eyes closed, laying back on his pillows when his eyelids suddenly darkened as the light from his room went dark, and the feeling of a cottony material landed across his face.
There was a moment of panic as he reached up to swipe it away and open his eyes, which soon turned to confusion as he realised he was hoding a pair of mens loose cotton boxers, and not a pair of his own. He was a boxer briefs kind of boy, standard boxers like these were the type his brother wore around the house.
There in the doorway to their shared bathroom, hos brother leaned against the frame, smirking at Thomas, as he took his headphones off.
"Please tell me these are clean, I do not wanna be having your nut funk on my face.
"Clean, no. My nut funk? Also no. Mr Oswald left thoe behind in room 6, I thought you might appreciate a gift - I know how sweet you are on him."
He smirked as Thomas rolled his eyes and chucked the boxers towards his dirty laundry pile. Calum was the only person who knew that Thomas liked guys. He had found out when, just over two years back, a newly 14 year old Tommy had asked for help with downloading a movie he was wanting to watch on his phone, but couldn't get his torrenting app to work correctly. Cal had gone onto his browser and when he went to his usual website, Tommys suggested search history popped up in the field. Searches such as 'boys making out', 'men having gay sex', and one that Cal had never let him live down - 'hot guys in their boxers only'. He'd had to teach him about incognito mode that day, and helped to delete the history off of his phone, so no one else could accidentally stumble upon the videos he had been watching.
"Fuck off Cal, I'm not sweet on Mr. Oswald, and even if I was, why would I want his dirty underwear?"
His cheeks had gone a light shade of pink now. The truth was he did have a crush on his history teacher, they both knew it. Mr Oswald was fit, and cute, and the way his glasses framed his face, he reminded Thomas of Clark Kent, that strong body and powerful jaw line. The glasses softening his eyes. The way that if history class was at the end of the day, like on a Wednesday afternoon, then by then there would be a slight patch of underarm sweat vsible through Mr. Oswalds shirt. Ok, so maybe he did have a crush on him.
"Right then, man. Whatever you say. And I'll pretend I dont know why you've had to lift your knee up and rest your arms across your lap casually. No hardon hiding at all. All I'll say is that of it were Ms Kinneys panties that had been left behind, my wrist would already be sore. You're welcome for the gift."
He chuckled as he left the room, closing the bathroom door behind him. Once he had heard Calums bathroom door close behind him also, he fairly quickly made his way to the dirty laundry pile and picked up the boxers, smelling deeply on the fly of them. One huff was all it took to be able to conjure the thought of rolling Mr O"s ful heavy balls around on his tongue, tasting his musk, before moving lower down into his furry ass. He could just imagine the way his body would react to Thomas' 7 inches, swallowing them and arching as his prostate was rubbed. He thought of that afternoon, of the image of Mr O's hips rocking into Ms Kinney, his grunts in her ear as he buried himself deep into her. She was so lucky to get to taste him, to get to wrap her hands around his hard muscled arms. The image of his body rocking into hers as he desperately released his load. Did he cum in her, did he wear a condom? Had they gone just one round, or did the hour long lunch break provide the time for multiple rounds for them? He pushed down the desire to ask Calum if he had found any used condom in the trash when cleaning the room, or what the state of the sheets were like.
It took only a few minutes of the thoughts before he was spilling his own seed over his fist and onto his flat, chiselled stomach, one splat even landing on his chest right before his neck. He grabbed his towel once more out of the hamper, and made his way back to the bathroom to clean himself off again. When he was in bed, plugging his phone into the charger at his bedside table, he saw his brothers text notification.
"A second shower in one night? Did you spill something all over yourself and make a big mess?
I guess I got you the right gift after all, you perv"
It was followed by a laughing emoji, to which Thomas simply responded with a middle finger emoji, and went to sleep planning his revenge on his brother.
The next day started out the same as usual. Classes as per, Tommy and his mates chattering through most of them. 5th period, 2:30pm, history class was different. He paid attention in this class - just not to the subject material. As the bell rang to signal the end of the school day, he stood up and went to speak to Mr Oswald. He thanked him for a great end of the day, feigning interest in the topic, and then stretched. He raised his arms over his head, high enough to endure his perfectly fitted rugby shirt would ride up, exposing his belly, and the waistband of his -or rather, not his - boxers.
He felt a little rush as he kept a watch on his teachers face, catching his eyes darting down, taking in the hairless skin and familiar black and white patterned waistband. He cocked a small smile at the moment of recognition in the mans eyes, as they came back to his own.
"Heard you had a good afternoon yesterday, but you could stand to clean up behind yourself a little more carefully."
He winked and rested his hand on his teachers waist lightly, feeling the soft material resting against the hard body underneath.
"I hope your wife doesn't mind that I'm borrowing these from you, or that Ms Kinney was borrowing you from her."
The young mans hand dropped from his teachers waist as a red flush had fully crept up his face, leaving the boy satisfiied, and somewhat hard in his teachers boxers.
So maybe Thomas could be a little cocky, a little arrogant. That's ok. Most girls got turned on by him when he acted like that, and this little game was fun. He could see it in his teachers eyes the second he'd seen the waistband, the moment of panic, the weak spot. How could he resist putting his lips right over the jugular and having a little nibble? He could almost smell the submission, the way his teacher had frozen up, had blushed, had struggled to look him in the eye. And now he knew for sure.
Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the only guy in class who could see submission in men who didn't know they had it in them.
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