The Window Cleaner

Chris had been working hard and building his window cleaning business by himself but this contract would mean a steady solid stream of income and he could relax a little. Plus, if he was lucky he might spot a bit more through the windows than he did doing his usual round of boring shop fronts and flirty old ladies. And the old ladies did flirt. Chris was good looking, he was just shy of 50, had piercing blue eyes in a handsome face and kept himself in good shape. He wasn’t a chiseled Adonis but his wife always told him he had a hot body. And so did some of the guys he secretly played with when the urge took him and downloaded Grindr. Chris had known he was bi most of his life but hadn’t started to act on it until his early 40s, his kids were older he was working away from home more and with the popularity of hookup apps he couldn’t resist. He had a couple of guys he met semi/regularly and had been experimenting a little bit with, and used the apps to find younger guys when he just fancied sucking someone off without getting anything back.

He left the university campus offices, his new contract signed and 1000s of windows to clean. The sprawling student village was big, it was built on the side of a hill and he knew it was going to take all week from one end to the other.

Chris decided the easiest way to get through it was to start at house number 1 and work through them in order. Chris worked his way through the numbers daydreaming about hot guys as he worked. Fantasising about the good looking students that caught his eye as they walked around the campus.

House 17 is where it all started to go wrong. The front of the house was like any other, front windows all clean, Chris moved around to the back of the property. Chris concentrated on the first floor windows and once clean, turned his brushes to the ground floor. The bed in the downstairs bedroom lay up against the wall opposite the window, lying in the bed was a god. Lying back with his chest fully exposed and his jeans and boxers pushed down to his knees was the hottest guy Chris had seen in years. He had messy brown hair, slightly longer than fashionable, and a bit of stubble on a strong jaw gave him a charming and handsome face. A kind of British version of the all American Jock. His eyes were closed as he leaned back, his breath making his chest rise and fall, a sheen of sweat covered his lightly haired chest, the muscles in his right forearm rippling as his hand moved up and down. His big hand was wrapped around a perfect cock. It was standing proud from a dense bush, uncut but with a soft foreskin that glided back and forth across a big round cock head, a shine from precum glistening. It must have been a good 7 inches and thick. Not obscenely big but enough to make your eyes water.

Chris was instantly hard. He darted to the side, half scared he’d be caught and half scared he’d miss the show. The guy was arched back stroking slowly with a firm grip on his own meat. Chris could already feel the pre-cum staining his jeans. He knew the only sane thing to do was to move on to another house, but all semblance of sanity had left him. He leant past the window frame to take another look, he could see airbuds in the students ears so figured he was safe if he accidentally made a noise, the guy still had his eyes closed but even if the guy opened them his first sight wouldn’t be the window. Surely he could stay for a few seconds and take in this sight. His cock was straining against his jeans now. He could feel his pulse in it. He knew it was stupid and risky but he looked around, he couldn’t been seen from the alley leading to the front of the house, no houses overlooked the garden, there’s no way he’d be spotted.

Chris leaned past the window frame again, the student had sped up the pace, his chest rising and falling with his quickening breath. Chris was powerless, his hand slid down his chest towards his jeans, he undid his belt and the top button and slid his hand inside. Watching the student working himself up was getting Chris close but he needed more room. He took a quick look around and decided to risk it, he undid his button-fly and shimmied his jeans down to his thigh. His 5 inch cock spung free the air hitting it adding to his stimulation. Chris leaned back into the window to carry on with his show. The guy was wanking furiously now, his back arching, his head thrown back, the muscles in his thighs quivering, that big hand sliding up and down the shaft, the mushroom head disappearing and reappearing. Chris’ hand pumped furiously he could feel his orgasm building. He desperately held back, he didn’t want to stop but he wanted to see the guy shoot his load before he joined him. He heard grunting from the guy, and as Chris watched the student’s hand gripped that thick shaft and jerked as spurts of cum landed first on that perfect chest and then, as the force slowed and the orgasm faded, across his tight belly and into his bush. Chris couldn’t take it another second, wanking his cock furiously, he shot his load on to the patio, moaning loudly, his eyes rolled back into his head and his knees give way as he drained himself. Chris stumbled back to his feet, noticing the bed was now empty. The thrill of the moment leaving him he shoved his now semi cock back into his boxers. Feeling panicked he grabbed his equipment not even bothering to do his belt up and decided to make a swift exit.

He rounded the corner to the alley trying to stay as calm and quiet as he could shuffling down the passage, he looked back behind him, thinking about one last glimpse of that perfect body and cock. As he turned back forwards the light changed as something blocked the end of the alley. Chris looked up at the face of the same student guy he’d just watched wanking.

In just a pair of loose basketball shorts and Addidas slides He stood there, not big, just imposing, He was shy of 6 foot tall but not by much. The natural V shape of his frame drawing Chris’s eye down from those broad shoulders to the narrow hips, his eyes just briefly glancing at that pendulous cock bulge. ‘Enjoy the show?’ Came a deep voice as the figure stepped forward.

Chris froze. ‘Fuck! He thought, what do I do?! what do I say?!’ He stepped back, his eyes not sure where to rest. ‘I said: did you enjoy the show?’ Barked the student, his hand running down his treasure trail and grabbing what still looked like some thick meat. Chris gulped. ‘I didn’t mean to. I was just cleaning the… the windows. Only caught a glimpse. Sorry to disturb you…’

‘KNEES’ demanded the god.

Chris just looked at him confused and started to stammer again. Stupidly Chris looked at the guys knees. The stud stepped forward. He was a foot or so from Chris now and Chris got a whiff of his musk. It was an intoxicating mixture of that manly musk that gym changing rooms smell of mixed with a slightly metallic smell of power. Chris was mind blown. That smell, it was more powerful than poppers. He felt his eyes lose focus and his head swim.

‘On your knees’ came that voice again softer this time. Not gentle, it was still a command and Chris knew it.

Chris was powerless, he dropped to his knees. The student leant forward, grabbing the loose buckle end of Chris’s belt he pulled firmly and it slid from his belt loops. Chris was pulled forward slightly by the motion and almost lost balance. Before he had a chance to react the guy looped the belt around his neck and through its buckle.

‘Around the back. Now.’ He heard the student say. As Chris stumbled to his feet he felt a sharp tug on the belt pull him back down. ‘Faggots crawl.’

Chris crawled on his hands and knees around the house with the guy following him. Once he was back under the window the student used the belt to drag his face down to the puddle of cum he’d left on the patio. He stepped on the loose end of the belt pulling Chris down to the ground close to his own mess. ‘Just caught a glimpse? Didn’t mean to? I’m sorry?’ The student mocked making his voice sound pleading and pathetic. ‘Looks like you got quite the eye full didn’t you?’

‘Sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to watch, I just…’ Chris stammered not knowing what he could do or say to fix the situation. He was cut short as the student said ‘Don’t lie to me. Ever. You were watching me like some sick old perve. Weren’t you?!’ As he said it he increased the pressure on Chris’ neck. Chris was almost face down in his own cum.

‘Yes! I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.’ Why was he admitting it? Chris’s panicked thoughts chased round his head as he heard himself confess.

‘Yes… what?! Sorry… what?!’ Came that deep voice.

Chris was confused, he didn’t know how to answer, there was a pause and Chris realised the precidament he was in…

’Yes… Sir?‘ Chris tried tentatively. as soon as he said it he knew that’s what was expected of him, and something deep down inside him knew it felt good. Looking up at this god of a man. He could swear that that bulge was thickening and growing. He knew his own cock was rock hard as this guy stood over him.

‘Good fag. You can call me Sir, or Master Tom. Do you want to make up for perving on your Master?’

‘Yes…Sir but… How?’ Stammered Chris, his voice shaking with fear and anticipation. And if he admitted it to himself, with intense and horny excitement.

‘Clean it up!’ He heard Master Tom say. Chris new what was next, his face was inches away from his own congealed cum, he knew he had a choice to make. He could make a run for it, get in his van and hope Tom didn’t complain to the uni admin. Or, he could follow instructions, submit to his new Master and give in to his painfully swollen cock.

Chris looked up, Master Tom was standing above him, an obvious bulge in his basketball shorts. At Chris’ hesitation he smiled, sucked in his cheeks and opened his mouth letting a string of spit fall from him mouth to join the puddle of cum. From the second Master Tom smiled Chris new all was lost. His cock was steel pressed against his jeans, his pulse pounding in his ears. All he could think of was pleasing Master Tom and he bent his head down, extended his tongue out eagerly and lapped up his own cum mixed with his Masters spit.

He looked up once he was finished to see Master Tom with his phone out. One hand holding the phone, the other hand holding, but not stroking, that perfect cock through his shorts.

Master Tom handed his phone down to Chris. Chris expecting to see at least a picture of himself looked down to see it open to “add new contact”. A contact had been created with the name “faggot”.

‘Put your number in perve. Chris did as instructed, pressed save and handed the phone back. Master Tom slid his bare foot from his slider running it up Chris’ thigh. Chris quivered with excitement as Master Tom’s foot drew closer to his straining cock. And, just as Master Tom was about to reach his crotch, Tom pulled his foot back and kicked Chris square in the balls. Chris collapsed to the ground, his hands on his balls. His face screwed up. As he rolled on the ground he heard Master Tom say ‘now fuck off before I give you another one’

Chris rolled over to see the patio door closing. Master Tom walking through the house without glancing back.