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The following story is taken from my provoke ebook SCALLY BOY DREAMER, available on Amazon.

I can't concentrate no more. It's unacceptable with Brad in the same object lesson. Something's got to be done about it otherwise my college oeuvre's gon na have. The number 1 day I started college, first-class honours degree day I saw him I fancied him like shag. For the utmost two months I've fantasized about sucking his shaft and fucking him. I lie in my bed at night having a big steaming wazz thinking about us both getting naked and rolling around together kissing and rubbing our dicks together. Oh fuck, I haven't even seen him naked. It's driving me mad.
It was only a few week ago that he noticed I kept looking at him in example. Then one afternoon hold out week, during a lesson, our eyes met. He was sitting a few desks from me but he kept looking over at me. He knew how I felt about him and I just knew he felt the same way. Could Tell by the way he kept looking at me. Then he smiled at me. I smiled back. I had the best wank ever that night thinking about us both getting naked and doing all kind of lousy material. I fantasized about stuffing my gumshoe down his pharynx and nobbing the horny fucker unspoiled and hard up the bum. I went to sleep and I had a brilliant dream about the both of us kissing each other naked.
And now I've finally decided something's got to be done about it. I've made sure I'm sitting next to him. I pull my chairperson up real close to him so that our limb sense of touch when we're writing. Just the physical physical contact with him, it's making my tool grow in my dungaree. How the screwing am I gon na get through this lesson ? I press my arm up against his arm and he doesn't move his arm away. I just sleep with he wants it as a good deal as I do. Then I look up at him and I whisper,"I can't remain firm it any longer."
"What do you signify ?"
"You know what I mean."
"Well…like…what do you need me to do about it ?"
"Dunno."
"You wan na do something about it ?"
"You know I do."
"You wan na do something about it…like now ?"
"Well…yeah but where can we go ?"
"Leave it to me."
He puts his hand up, attracts Sir's attention.
"Sir !"
Sir looks up.
"Yes ? What is it ?"
"Sir, I need to go to the can, Sir."
"Can't it wait, boy ?"
"No, Sir. Swear down. If I don't go now, Sir, I'll pee myself, Sir."
The socio-economic class holla with laughter. Sir tells everybody to be quite then he tells Brad to bear in mind his language.
"Sorry, Sir, but I really will wee myself, Sir."
Brad's now squeezing his willy through his jeans.
Sir lets him go. Before Brad goes he tells me to follow him in a couple of minutes, says he'll be waiting for me in the peat bog. He leaves the classroom and after convincing Sir that I too am finish to wetting my trouser I follow Brad two minutes later. I don't render a fuck if the totally course know what I'm up to with my horny classmate.
When I get to the peat bog down the bum of the corridor Brad is waiting for me. We've both wanted for weeks for this to happen. We're alone in the bathroom, staring into each other's eyes. We need each other so bad.
"You do realize, Brad, we have to do this otherwise we'll never be able to concentrate on our studies."
"Shut up, you daft bastard,"
He brings his lips to mine. Oh screw, we're fondling, me and Brad. We kiss on the mouth, hold each other tight. I'm leaning against the wall and he's pressing his eubstance into mine. We open our oral cavity and he sticks his knife in my mouth. He has his men on the sides of my look and I have my hands on his rear end, squeezing the cheeks of his arse through his tight faded jeans. He's rubbing his bulge against mine. Our dicks are stiff in our dungaree, his throbbing erection rubbing against mine.
We take each other's T-shirt off and we carry on kissing. His hands are now running up and down my eubstance. He's stroking my body all over. We kiss and lick each other's cheek and I unbutton his dungaree, trip my hand down the front of his jeans. His jeans, they're so fucking tight. I can't squeeze my hand down so he helps me. He unzips his fly and my hand slips down his jean, slips down under the waistband of his undies.
I panic a bit. What if somebody walks into the toilets now, one of our classmates or anybody, and they catch us doing this ? They'll tell everybody in college that we we're a couple of queer son. Then I feel the tip of Brad's cock. It's all hot and wet. Oh fuck it, I don't leave a toss who knows. I want to get my horny classmate naked and I want to get au naturel with him and I want to drag him from the pot and I want us both to jerk off each other off and take up each other's peter in front of the class, in front of all our mates and Sir.
Me and Brad, we take all our dress off.
"Are you brave enough to walk back in the classroom with me like this, Brad ? Naked with our dicks on os ?"
Brad smiles.
"That'd be well hot. But I don't think I've got the balls."
"first mate, believe me, you've got balls."
"Yeah. Well, are you brave enough ?"
"Only if you are, mate."
"Yeah ok then. Let's go for it, mate."
We walk out of the sewer and we walk down the corridor bullock naked with our boners bobbing up and down. Then we go back in the classroom. Sir stops talking. Everybody's silent. They're proper shocked.
Me and Brad go to the front of the class. We're naked with our hot steadfast cocks on full display. We face the class. I put my arm around Brad and I kiss him on the cheek. I look at all the boys in class. I smile then I take hold of Brad's hammer, pay a courteous gentle squeeze.
Sir's gets up out of his chair and he says,"right hand. You two. Get out !"
His human face is bright red.
Me and Brad, we don't move.
A boy shouts out,"Leave ‘ em, Sir ! They're in love."
All the other boys laugh, except for a couple of the lads who shout out,"Fucking nance !"and"Bent whoreson !"
Me and Brad, we climb on to the bench at the social movement of class and we have sex in front line of Sir and all the lad. Now our classmate are egging us on. They were shocked at first but now they're having a laughter. Sex is just fun to observe, innit ? Don't matter if it's straight or gay.
Sir looks like he's going to receive a warmheartedness attack.
"block that at once ! Do you pick up ! Stop it !"
Me and Brad have no intentions of stopping. We're gon na conduct on till we jizz our encumbrance.
Sir realizes he's fighting a losing battle.
"Oh fuck it ! See if I care."
He sits down at his desk and he just lets us get on with it. He looks proper embarrassed but now he's realised he can do nothing about it.
So yeah, we're on the workbench, me and Brad. Ray Dixon and Kenny Humphrey Davy move their al-Qur'an out of the way to give us more room. I'm lying on top of Brad. We're lying look to face and I'm dry humping him. The lads are loving it now. They're shouting and whistle. It's a joke. Even Sir joins in with the fun.
He says,"Let's see some snogging then, gay boys."
I look at Sir and I smile at him. All that getting worked up, it was an act. He's loving it.
"Nice one, Sir !"
He goes even redder.
So me and Brad snog and we do spit. And we play with each other's peter and balls. That's when some of the cuss start squirming around in their arse. You see handwriting on stiff cock in the flesh, it makes you feel horny, whether it's straight or gay. And it doesn't take hanker before cocks come out of gasp. Sir sees his student getting their cocks out.
He says,"Oh fuck it !"
He gets a one-half bottle of whisky out of his desk, opens it and takes a swig. He leans back in his chair, puts his substructure up on the desk.
"seed on then, sonny, the lot of you - get your prick out and have a safe wank."
This is mega. It's not every day you get to give birth a wank in category. College has never been this fun before. All the gent get their peter out and wank off. Some of ‘ em stay sitting down, and some stand up and show off their cocks while they jack off.
Me and Brad are snogging and then Brad says to me,"Do you wan na fuck me ?"
More than anything in the whole earthly concern I wan na fucking him. Brad gets on all quaternary on his hands and knees and pushes his bare arse out. I get behind him and I spit on my shaft. I spit on my finger and stick it up Brad's backside. That seems to get Sir a bit stimulate. He joins in with the lads when he sees me sticking my finger's breadth up Brad's arse. He gets his tool out and starts wanking.
One lad shouts,"Nice cock, Sir !"
Another lad shouts,"Sir, you wanker !"
Then Liam Conroy gets really rouse and he walks to the movement and he takes hold of Sir's cock and starts wanking him off. Sir just lets him do it then Sir…oh fuck…Sir kisses Liam on the oral cavity. Then Sir, he brings his lips away from Liam's and he puts his hands on Liam's shoulder joint, gently pushes him down. Liam's kneeling before Sir. Sir smiling and looks down at Liam.
"Would you be so expert as to wet-nurse it for me, Liam ?"
Liam says,"All correctly then."
And he sucks Sir's cock.
I just have to fuck Brad. I hold on to his hip and slip my cock up his tight bum. I push it in with one long thrust. I fall across his cover with my stopcock up inside him. He grinds his arse against me and I fuck him good and hard.
"Oh yeah. Fuck ! Fuck ! Oooh ! fucking !"
I slide my hands underneath him, one hand going up and down his belly and his smooth chest, my early paw on his cock. I wank him off as I bum nookie him. shtup him up the arse with my big dick.
Lads squirt jizz all over the schoolroom as I cum up my mate's bum, and Sir spunks up all over Liam Conroy. This is the horniest day of my life .