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