BEAUTIFUL DISTRACTION
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I was about to start my lecture, when a middle aged man in blue
overalls barged in.
"Scuse me, Guv. OK if we get on cleanin' them winder?" He
indicated the admittedly somewhat grubby windows down one side of
the lecture room.
"Do you have to clean them now?" I asked.
"Fraid so, Guv." He called through he open door behind him.
"O.K, Barry. You do this lot, and I'll do them uvers."
Having recently been awarded my doctorate in English Literature -
I still keep looking round when a student says "Doctor" - I
winced at the mangling of the English. I turned to the class,
about thirty students. Five were graduates working for their
masters, the rest under-grads working for their BA's.
"Well lets make the best of it then", and I proceeded to lecture
on the comparison of rhyme and rhythm in English poetry, with
reference to Gerard Manley Hopkins, Browning and G.K.Chesterton.
I had barely started when the "Barry" referred to earlier by the
older window cleaner opened the door and came in.
"Arfur said it was OK for me to get on cleanin them winders".
Barry was about twenty-two, had a cheeky face with long
sideboards reaching down to his jaw-line, and a fluffy type hair
style. He wore a grubby T-shirt, skin tight faded jeans and
American type sport shoes. I breathed deeply. I waved a hand in
the direction of the windows, and held the lapel of my university
gown with the other.
"Please", I said. He slopped some of the water from his bucket on
the floor as he crossed the room.
He turned to me with a cheeky grin. "Sorry about that, Guv."
No more was said, and he proceeded to clean the windows. I
resumed lecturing.
But as I proceeded, I found my eyes drawn more and more to Barry.
The T-shirt rode up as he reached up to the top of the windows,
exposing his midriff. And as he bent down, his jeans tightened
even more over his beautiful arse. I caught myself stumbling over
words as I lost my concentration, and with an embarrassed cough,
turned back to the class. A quick glance round showed no one
noticed my lapse of concentration, or where I had been looking.
Many were looking at the two or three text books we were using,
or scribbling notes.
There were six large windows, as this was the new wing of the
college. The windows were hinged each side with a pivot hinge in
the center half way up, so when opened the window would swing
inwards at the bottom and outwards at the top. Barry was still
cleaning the first window, and had finished the inside. I was
mid-sentence, when he interrupted me.
"Er ... 'scuse me, Prof. Can I ask a couple of students to move a
bit, so's I can open the window? I haf to get outside to clean
the outside."
"Oh, really! This is disrupting my class."
His face went into something of a sulk. I suppose he was sorry
really that he had to disturb the class,but he couldn't have
opened the window and climbed outside without the students
moving. The sight of his sad face almost stabbed me. He was to
nice to upset. I took a more conciliatory line and tone.
"Well, alright. Mr Banks and Miss Stevens, please could you move
your places over there", I pointed to a couple of empty desks.
The two students gathered up their books and moved. But those
were the only empty desks.
"Now wait a minute. You'll want to do all six windows. It will
mean disturbing the other students along there, and there aren't
any more spare places. Does this have to be done now?"
"Well I'm sorry, Guv. But Professor Prentice said we'd have to do
it all today, cos we're doing the other wing tommorer. Tell ya
what. When I come to do those uver winders, the students can move
down to them free spaces then."
"Well, I suppose so," I said. It's turning my lecture into a
session of musical chairs." I turned to the students by the
remaining windows.
"I'm sorry but we don't seem to have any choice. You'll have top
move down as the ...er... window cleaner moves along." They
nodded in agreement. Barry gave me a broad smile that was like
the sun bursting through.
"Thanks Guv. I owe yer one." I could have told him exactly what I
would have liked, but not in front of thirty students - some
female!
He climbed on the desk and slid through the open window onto the
wide window ledge. Although we were on the second floor, and
there was a thirty foot fall or more to the rose bushes below, it
didn't seem to trouble him. I continued my lecture.
Barry was cleaning the window facing inwards. I tried hard to
tear my eyes away from him, but it was terribly difficult. He was
an exceptionally attractive young man - I say young man, but I'm
only about ten years older. I might be the top side of thirty,
but age begets experience and technique.
As he reached up to the top of the single pane, standing on
tiptoes, he revealed a hairy midriff and belly button His zip was
also only half done up, his jeans had a nice bulge. Guts who wear
jeans all the time seem to mould them to their bodies, so that
they fit like gloves, with all the bulges in the right places.
Barry was leaning on the glass as he reached up, and I breathed
deeply at the sight of him in this position. I felt my cock
reaching its full rock-hard length, as I imagined my hand about
to fondle that beautiful cock bulge, my lips brushing against
his, our tongues sliding together, as he opened his legs for me
to give him a blow job, I imagined....
"Yes, Dr Scott?" I came back swiftly from by reverie. With a
start I realised that I had trailed off mid sentence.
"Um...yes. I was saying that..."
What the hell had I been saying? my mind was blank. I felt a
sense of panic, and I knew my face was burning. A senior student
came to my rescue. It was Barbara Williams.
"But surely Dr. Scott, Chesterton didn't always use that lilting
style, any more than Browning used blank verse."
"Well of course not. Does anyone want to take it further?"
I breathed more easily. Saved! I pointed to Robin Collins, a
graduate who could rabbit on for hours. He did. He took up the
point, and a discussion started. I sat back in my chair behind my
desk - it gave me a chance to ease my throbbing hard-on down a
bit. I glanced up at Barry. He was just finishing the outside of
the first window. He caught my eye and grinned back. I felt my
face burning again. I nervously gave a half smile back. He sat on
the window ledge with his hands dangling over the sill inside the
room. He grinned at me again as he wiped the lower half of the
window over with his cloth.
"Doctor Scott?"
My attention was back to the class. I hadn't a clue what the
discussion had been about. I ignored the question as being the
best way to deal with the situation.
"Now lets take a look at Hopkin's style of sprung rhythm. It is
present in some of his early poems but it is developed to its
full in his later works, after he had resumed writing again....."
I stood up and faced the class. I began to walk up and down the
front of the room as I spoke. At least it kept my attention away
Barry. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Er,' scuse me Guv. I haf ter go'n change me water." He held up
the bucket of filthy water for me to see. As I was standing by
the desk next to the window I was blocking his way." praps you
could ask those two students to move down now. I've done the
first winder. I'll start the next one when I get back."
He grinned. I had to hold my arms stiffly by my side otherwise I
might have put them round him, and started to kiss him. He was
really attractive. I turned deliberately back to the desk.
"Now... Hopkins' sprung rhythm reached its zenith in...."
Two minutes later he was back. The two students moved down, and
he was standing at the second window. Was it my imagination or
was the arse of his jeans really tighter? As he moved his beefy
arse almost beckoned to me. And he was only on the second window!
Fucking hell! How was I going to last out as calm, normal person
till he finished the sixth window! I had a feeling I might rape
him long before then. I was lecturing almost mechanically now.
I glanced up from the poetry book. He was outside the second
window, legs apart to balance better, reaching up with his
squeegee to clean the top corners. His cock bulge seemed bigger
too. I felt beads of perspiration on my forehead. He glanced down
at me and gave me another grin. I wiped the sweat of my forehead,
and tore my gaze away and back to the book.
"Compare that technique to that of Robert Browning in 'caliban
upon setibos', the forerunner to his poem...."
I glanced back up at Barry, I nearly choked. He was grinning down
at me with one hand easing his cock bulge, a natural reaction
when jeans are to tight. I thought to myself; he knows , he
knows. And I think he's interested. I fumbled the pages.
"It's on page..." the numbers blurred before my eyes" On page
er..."
"Eighty nine, sir." A student rescued me.
"Er, yes. Now Mr. Bridges, will you read it to us as Browning
wanted it read." The student started to read it. All the students
were following the text in their books, and some were making
notes in the exercise books. I resumed my seat at my desk. I sat
back in my chair and looked up at Barry. he grinned and cupped
his cock bulge again. He pointed his forefinger at his chest and
then at me. His meaning was clear. I smiled back and nodded. He
grinned gave me a wink, and a thumbs up sign.
The rest of the lecture was much easier after that. Eventually,
at last, at long last the lecture was over.I'm convinced some of
the students must be wondering if I deserved my doctorate. I hope
that following lectures retrieved my reputation.
Barry had finished all six windows by the time the students had
left the room. He climbed down from the window sill and came over
to me.
"Hi there, Prof."
"You gave me a hard time there" I said.
He grinned. "Yeah. I noticed you watching me. No one could
mistake that sort of look."
"You are some guy", I said. The almost Teddy-boy hairstyle and
long sideboards framing that good looking but cheeky face, the
muscles straining the short sleeves of his grubby T-shirt, and
the tight jeans just got to me. What is it that makes you go wild
for one guy, when ten others might not excite more than a passing
interest?
"What are you doing between now and four o'clock?" I asked.
"Cleaning fuckin winder. what did you fink!" I laughed and so did
he.
"I'm lecturing, but I finish at four."
"I can get off at four. No sweat. Arfur knocks off a free firty
for a tea break, and that lasts till five at least."
"Meet me in the staff car park", I said.
He nodded and grinned. "Just the evening, or for the night?" he
asked.
"With you the whole night."
He grinned. Standing cockily, hand on one hip, he warned me"
You'll be shagged out". I tut-tutted sarcastically.
"Promises, promises!" I murmered.
He turned and was about to leave, when he paused, turned back,
and with a wicked smile on his face, suddenly reached out and
grabbed at my crotch. He caught me quite off guard, but I didn't
resist, merely gasped.
"More later", he quipped. He squeezed my half hard dick, and
left.
I finished lecturing, and was waiting by my car in the car park
dead on the dot of four. A few minutes later, I saw Barry
striding across from the side entrance.
"Here I am. Where to now?"
"Home and bed ", I said.
We got in and I drove home to my flat.He went in first as I
closed the door behind us. He strode into the lounge, and went
over to the drinks ranged on the side table.
"Mind if I elp meself" He said, not waiting for a reply . He
poured himself a generous whisky. After a gulp he held the glass
up.
"Not bad. Don't worry Prof. I won't get pissed."
"I'm having one myself". I said and poured out another, adding a
generous squirt of soda. "Cheers", I said.
"Fancied me, didn't yer, a soon as you saw me?"
"Frankly, I couldn't take my eyes off you," I confessed. "A
couple of times I even forgot what I was lecturing about. Just
the sight of you in those tight jeans - wow! I just..." I took a
step nearer to him and slipped my hand round his waist." I was
imagining you laying on my bed waiting for me", I slipped my hand
down to fondle his beautiful tight arse. "And you stood there
grinning at me! I was beginning to wonder if I would be driven to
rape you before the end of the lecture."
He turned and put his empty glass on the table.
"What were you thinking?"
"The truth?" he asked. I nodded.
"The first time I saw you looking at me I knew. Too many have
given me that look for me to make any mistake. I thought; he's a
nice looking guy. Bit on the chubby side but nice looking, 'n I
bet he knows all about it. Fucked and been fucked. The tall quiet
ones are generally wild in the sex stakes. I thought; play 'im
along 'n see what 'appens. Then I saw you getting hot 'n sweatin'
a bit. When I saw you looking at me when the students was
readin', a hand on me bollocks, and that was it. Wham! you took
the bait."
I put down my glass.
"You drove me fuckin' crazy", I said.
I thought to hell with the fuckin' English. I put my arms round
him and pushed my hands up his T-shirt, I pulled the thin
material over his head and threw it away. His nipples were hard
and standing up. I bent down and sucked one , nibbling it gently
between my teeth. With my hands I groped his crotch, feeling his
cock responding through the thin rough material. I unzipped his
fly and eased his jeans down, He stepped out of them and kicked
them away. Running my hands over his hairy chest, I pulled him to
me and we kissed. He was unzipping my trousers, and I wriggled as
he eased them down, and I kicked them off. His hand cupped my
throbbing dick as it strained inside my briefs.
I broke the kiss.
"Bedroom ?" I asked hoarsely.
"Anywhere", he said. I looked at him standing there, his cock
bolt upright still inside his brief pants, its outline clear and
the material round the cock tip wet with juice.
"You are some fuckin' guy", I said.
I hooked my index finger over the elastic top of his briefs and
pulled them down. His cock bobbed slightly, and remained pointing
upwards. I gasped, it was a good seven inches, perhaps a bit
more. It was thick, and his heavy balls hung below. He was
unbelievably hairy. I ran my hands excitedly over his cock hair,
stroking his flat, muscled stomach, and then back to the chest,
and the hard nipples. Suddenly we both sensed what we wanted.
"Lick my cock", he ordered, his voice hard and commanding.
I sank to my knees, and saw his beautiful dick in front of my
face. I put out my tongue and licked it.
"Suck it!" he shouted. " Lick my balls!" I looked up. He stood
over me, almost towering, legs apart. He held a beefy fist
towards me.
"Lick my balls".
I poked my tongue in his balls, and licked all round the hairy
sac till the whole surface and every hair glinted with my spit.
"Suck my cock". I took the steel hard cock in my mouth, sucking
up the spit, and running my tongue up and down the hard cock
shaft.
"Tha's fuckin' fabulous!"
I continued to lick it, feeling an involuntary jerk from time to
time, which indicated he was building up to his climax.
"Turn round and kneel on the floor."
I did as he ordered.
"I'm gonna fuck you, mate. Fuck you so good you'll stay fucked!
Would you like that?"
"Please, please fuck me", I begged.
I was overpowered and possessed by the thought of this beautiful
randy guy fucking me violently.
"Beg me to fuck you. Come on beg me."
I half turned to him, I was on my knees. "Please fuck me. Please,
Barry. I'm just dying to feel your cock in my arse. I just want
you to push your fantastic dick into me and plaster my guts with
your cream." He seemed pleased.
"Tell me you want to feel my fuck juice in your arse. Tell me how
much you want my spunky cream in you."
"Please, Barry, I want you to shoot your spunky cream in my arse.
I Want that more than anything, please."
I looked up at him. He was holding his dick by the base and just
teasing it. A huge gob of pre-cum juice glistened at its tip. It
dripped down, leaving a glistening thread of cum.
"Turn round." I did.
Suddenly I felt his cock head on my arsehole. The I felt a
seering pain as he drove his thick cock into me, wetted only by
my spit and the juice that had dripped from it. But I was
exhilarated by the feeling this thick prick was giving me. He
rammed it home, so that I jumped with pleasure as it reached deep
within me.
"Is that nice?" he demanded to know.
"It's...it's fantastic." I replied.
"Now you are really going to get fucked!"
He drew his cock back and rammed it in, and started pounding
away. I was breathless, filled with delight, pleasure and pain.
It was unlike any fuck I ever had. Within seconds he was on the
brink of his climax.
"Oh, mate! This is a great fuck! My balls are gonna explode and
drown your arse in a river of my spunk. My nuts are bursting....
What a fuck... oh! OH! OOOOOhhhh!!!"
I felt him thrust home, and his cock jerked violently. Then I
felt the hot cum spurting in jets into my arse. I had a sense of
soreness and pain, but the overall effect was of pleasure and
delight that was unmatched. He gave one or two more thrusts while
he was at his peak of his climax, and as he did my own cock, bolt
upright, jerked, and I spurted a jet of hot creamy cum over the
carpet.
"You randy sod !" He shouted. "I've fuckin made you shoot'n all!"
After a few seconds, he drew his cock out of me. It was still
hard, but had lost its full rampant stiffness. He was grinning as
I sank to the floor.
"Good fuck?" he said in his ordinary voice. I swallowed hard.
"The best!" I tried to calm my frantic breathing. "I'm sore but
it was the best fuck I've ever had."
He helped me up, and we had a drink together. As we clinked our
glasses together, he said "You still want me to spend the whole
night wiv yer?"
I nodded. "After that, man, I wouldn't let you go."
"We'll both be fuckin' shagged out in the morning."
I grinned. "Fan-fucking-tastic!" I replied. I grabbed his cock
with my free hand, and in a second it was steel-hard. "Let's get
started", I said. We kissed, and then....