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The come story is taken from my raise ebook SCALLY BOY dreamer, uncommitted on Amazon.

I can't concentrate no Thomas More. It's impossible with Brad in the same lessons. Something's got to be done about it otherwise my college oeuvre's gon na suffer. The first day I started college, first day I saw him I fancied him like shag. For the last two months I've fantasized about sucking his dick 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 nookie, I haven't even seen him naked. It's driving me mad.
It was only a few weeks ago that he noticed I kept looking at him in object lesson. Then one afternoon hold out week, during a moral, 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 William Tell by the way he kept looking at me. Then he smiled at me. I smiled back. I had the undecomposed wank ever that night thinking about us both getting naked and doing all sort of grime hooey. I fantasized about stuffing my dick down his throat and nobbing the horny fucker dear and toilsome up the bum. I went to sleep and I had a smart as a whip aspiration about the both of us kissing each former naked.
And now I've finally decided something's got to be done about it. I've made sure enough I'm sitting adjacent to him. I pull my electric chair up real close to him so that our arm contact when we're authorship. Just the forcible contact with him, it's making my putz grow in my jeans. How the fuck am I gon na get through this object lesson ? I press my arm up against his arm and he doesn't impress his arm away. I just know he wants it as lots as I do. Then I look up at him and I whisper,"I can't digest it any longer."
"What do you signify ?"
"You know what I mean."
"Well…like…what do you want 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 handwriting up, attracts Sir's attention.
"Sir !"
Sir looks up.
"Yes ? What is it ?"
"Sir, I need to go to the sewer, Sir."
"Can't it wait, boy ?"
"No, Sir. Swear down. If I don't go now, Sir, I'll piss myself, Sir."
The class roar with laughter. Sir tells everybody to be quite then he tells Brad to 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 twain of mo, says he'll be waiting for me in the bogs. He leaves the classroom and after convincing Sir that I too am close to wetting my knickers I follow Brad two minutes later. I don't leave a fuck if the altogether class know what I'm up to with my horny classmate.
When I get to the bogs down the arse of the corridor Brad is waiting for me. We've both wanted for weeks for this to happen. We're alone in the toilets, staring into each other's eye. We need each other so bad.
"You do realize, Brad, we have to do this otherwise we'll never be able to contract on our studies."
"Shut up, you daft bastard,"
He brings his lips to mine. Oh nooky, we're fondling, me and Brad. We kiss on the backtalk, hold each former tight. I'm propensity against the wall and he's pressing his torso into mine. We open our mouths and he sticks his lingua in my mouth. He has his deal on the sides of my face and I have my hands on his asshole, squeezing the boldness of his arse through his tight faded jeans. He's rubbing his jut against mine. Our dicks are soused in our jeans, his throbbing erecting rubbing against mine.
We take each other's jersey off and we carry on kissing. His workforce are now running up and down my body. He's stroking my body all over. We kiss and lick each other's face and I unbutton his jeans, case my hand down the front of his blue jean. His denim, they're so fucking tight. I can't squeeze my hand down so he helps me. He unzips his fly and my hired man slips down his jeans, slips down under the sash of his undies.
I panic a bit. What if somebody walks into the lav now, one of our classmates or anybody, and they catch us doing this ? They'll Tell everybody in college that we we're a dyad of queer boy. Then I feel the tip of Brad's rooster. It's all hot and wet. Oh fuck it, I don't give a toss who knows. I want to get my horny classmate naked and I want to get naked with him and I want to dredge him from the toilets and I want us both to she-bop each other off and go down on each other's dicks in front of the class, in front end of all our couple and Sir.
Me and Brad, we take all our dress off.
"Are you brave enough to walk back in the schoolroom with me like this, Brad ? Naked with our dicks on bone ?"
Brad smiles.
"That'd be well hot. But I don't think I've got the balls."
"Ilex paraguariensis, trust 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 toilet and we walk down the corridor bullock naked with our pratfall 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 year. We're naked with our hot stiff rooster on full exhibit. We face the class. I put my arm around Brad and I kiss him on the boldness. I look at all the boys in class. I smile then I take cargo deck of Brad's dick, give a nice gentle credit crunch.
Sir's gets up out of his chairwoman and he says,"Right. You two. Get out !"
His 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 son laugh, except for a couple of the lads who shout out,"Fucking queers !"and"Bent shit !"
Me and Brad, we climb on to the work bench at the presence of course of study and we have sex in front of Sir and all the cub. Now our class fellow are egging us on. They were shocked at low gear 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 have a heart attack.
"Stop that at once ! Do you try ! Stop it !"
Me and Brad have no intentions of stopping. We're gon na carry on till we jizz our loading.
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 work bench, me and Brad. Ray Dixon and Kenny Davy move their Bible out of the way to present us Sir Thomas More room. I'm lying on top of Brad. We're lying nerve to face and I'm dry humping him. The lads are loving it now. They're cheering and whistle. It's a jape. 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 natural language. And we play with each former's cock and balls. That's when some of the lads start squirming around in their seats. You see hand on stiff putz in the bod, it makes you feel horny, whether it's straight or gay. And it doesn't take recollective before putz come out of trouser. Sir sees his scholarly person getting their cocks out.
He says,"Oh fuck it !"
He gets a half bottle of whisky out of his desk, opens it and takes a swig. He leans back in his death chair, puts his human foot up on the desk.
"Come on then, lads, the lot of you - get your shaft out and take a good wank."
This is mega. It's not every day you get to have a wank in class. College has never been this fun before. All the chap get their cocks out and wank off. Some of ‘ em halt sitting down, and some stand up and register off their cocks while they jack off.
Me and Brad are snogging and then Brad says to me,"Do you wan na sleep together me ?"
More than anything in the altogether world I wan na shtup him. Brad gets on all fours on his hand and stifle and pushes his bare arse out. I get behind him and I spit on my gumshoe. I spit on my finger's breadth and reefer it up Brad's arse. That seems to get Sir a bit excited. He joins in with the bloke when he sees me sticking my digit up Brad's arse. He gets his dick out and starts wanking.
One lad shouts,"Nice rooster, Sir !"
Another lad shouts,"Sir, you wanker !"
Then Liam Conroy gets really emotional and he walks to the front 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 mouth. 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 smile and looks down at Liam.
"Would you be so serious as to suck it for me, Liam ?"
Liam says,"All right field then."
And he sucks Sir's cock.
I just have to fuck Brad. I hold on to his articulatio coxae and slip my putz up his tight bum. I push it in with one long thrusting. I fall across his back with my cock up inside him. He grinds his arse against me and I fuck him unspoiled and hard.
"Oh yeah. Fuck ! screwing ! Oooh ! screw !"
I slide my helping hand underneath him, one hand going up and down his belly and his smoothen chest, my other paw on his dick. I wank him off as I bum bed him. Fuck him up the arse with my big dick.
Lads squirt jizz all over the classroom as I cum up my mate's bum, and Sir spunks up all over Liam Conroy. This is the turned on day of my liveliness .