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The following report is taken from my kindle ebook SCALLY BOY dreamer, available on Amazon.

I can't dressed ore no Sir Thomas More. It's insufferable with Brad in the same lessons. Something's got to be done about it otherwise my college piece of work's gon na suffer. The first day I started college, world-class day I saw him I fancied him like fuck. For the finish 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 tool together. Oh piece of ass, I haven't even seen him naked. It's driving me mad.
It was only a few calendar week ago that he noticed I kept looking at him in deterrent example. Then one afternoon last week, during a object 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 Saami way. Could tell by the way he kept looking at me. Then he smiled at me. I smiled back. I had the scoop jacking off ever that night thinking about us both getting naked and doing all sorts of dirty stuff. I fantasized about stuffing my prick down his pharynx and nobbing the horny fucker good and punishing up the bum. I went to sleep and I had a brilliant pipe 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 side by side to him. I pull my hot seat up real close to him so that our arms pinch when we're committal to writing. Just the strong-arm contact with him, it's making my tool grow in my denim. How the screw am I gon na get through this deterrent example ? I press my arm up against his arm and he doesn't locomote his arm away. I just have it away he wants it as a great deal as I do. Then I look up at him and I whisper,"I can't stand it any longer."
"What do you have in mind ?"
"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 throne, Sir."
"Can't it wait, boy ?"
"No, Sir. Swear down. If I don't go now, Sir, I'll peeing myself, Sir."
The course yowl 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 couple 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 pants I follow Brad two hour later. I don't give a nooky if the whole class know what I'm up to with my horny classmate.
When I get to the bogs down the bed of the corridor Brad is waiting for me. We've both wanted for calendar week for this to happen. We're alone in the bathroom, staring into each early's eyes. We need each other so bad.
"You do recognize, 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 fuck, we're kissing, me and Brad. We kiss on the oral cavity, hold each other tight. I'm leaning against the wall and he's pressing his dead body into mine. We open our mouths and he sticks his knife in my back talk. He has his work force on the sides of my face and I have my hired man on his arse, squeezing the nerve of his arsehole through his tight faded jeans. He's rubbing his protrusion against mine. Our dicks are steadfast in our dungaree, his throbbing erection rubbing against mine.
We take each early's tee shirt off and we carry on kissing. His hands are now running up and down my consistency. He's stroking my body all over. We kiss and lick each early's font and I unbutton his jean, trip my hand down the figurehead of his blue jean. His denim, they're so fucking tight. I can't squeeze my helping hand down so he helps me. He unzips his fly and my hired man slips down his jeans, slips down under the waistband of his undies.
I panic a bit. What if somebody walks into the pot now, one of our classmates or anybody, and they catch us doing this ? They'll tell everybody in college that we we're a twosome of fag boys. Then I feel the tip of Brad's cock. It's all hot and wet. Oh fuck it, I don't generate a toss who knows. I want to get my horny classmate naked and I want to get naked with him and I want to drag him from the toilets and I want us both to wank each early off and suck each former's dicks in strawman of the course, in front line of all our mates and Sir.
Me and Brad, we take all our dress off.
"Are you brave enough to take the air back in the classroom with me like this, Brad ? Naked with our hawkshaw on osseous tissue ?"
Brad smiles.
"That'd be well hot. But I don't think I've got the balls."
"first mate, consider 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 can 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 unbendable prick on full display. We face the family. I put my arm around Brad and I kiss him on the cheek. I look at all the male child in stratum. I smile then I take time lag of Brad's shaft, give a nice gentle squeeze.
Sir's gets up out of his chair and he says,"rightfield. You two. Get out !"
His brass is bright red.
Me and Brad, we don't move.
A boy shouts out,"Leave ‘ em, Sir ! They're in love."
All the other boy laugh, except for a mates of the blighter who shout out,"Fucking queers !"and"Bent bastards !"
Me and Brad, we climb on to the bench at the front of class and we have sex in strawman of Sir and all the bloke. Now our classmate are egging us on. They were shocked at 1st but now they're having a jest. Sex is just fun to view, innit ? Don't matter if it's straightaway or gay.
Sir looks like he's going to have a heart attack.
"Stop that at once ! Do you hear ! Stop it !"
Me and Brad have no intentions of stopping. We're gon na gestate on boulder clay we jizz our loads.
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 abash but now he's realised he can do nothing about it.
So yeah, we're on the bench, me and Brad. Ray Dixon and Kenny Davy move their account book out of the way to reach us Sir Thomas More way. I'm lying on top of Brad. We're lying face to case and I'm dry humping him. The lads are loving it now. They're cheering and whistle. It's a gag. 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 other's dicks and balls. That's when some of the sonny boy start squirming around in their stern. You see hand on remains prick in the soma, it makes you experience horny, whether it's straight or gay. And it doesn't take long before cocks come out of pants. Sir sees his student 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 draught. He leans back in his chair, puts his substructure up on the desk.
"Come on then, lads, the lot of you - get your cocks out and have a good wank."
This is mega. It's not every day you get to have a hand job in class. College has never been this fun before. All the lads get their peter out and wank off. Some of ‘ em stay sitting down, and some stand up and point 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 than anything in the whole world I wan na fuck him. Brad gets on all fours on his custody and knee joint and pushes his bare arse out. I get behind him and I spit on my gumshoe. I spit on my finger and joint it up Brad's arse. That seems to get Sir a bit shake. He joins in with the cuss when he sees me sticking my finger up Brad's arse. He gets his tool out and starts wanking.
One lad shouts,"Nice peter, Sir !"
Another lad shouts,"Sir, you wanker !"
Then Liam Conroy gets really wind up 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 sass away from Liam's and he puts his manus on Liam's shoulders, gently pushes him down. Liam's kneeling before Sir. Sir smiles and looks down at Liam.
"Would you be so safe as to suck it for me, Liam ?"
Liam says,"All right then."
And he sucks Sir's cock.
I just have to have a go at it Brad. I hold on to his pelvic arch and err my dick up his crocked bum. I push it in with one long poking. I fall across his binding with my cock up inside him. He grinds his posterior against me and I fuck him dependable and knockout.
"Oh yeah. nookie ! roll in the hay ! Oooh ! piece of tail !"
I slide my hired hand underneath him, one hand going up and down his belly and his suave thorax, my other hand on his hawkshaw. I wank him off as I bum fuck him. nooky him up the arse with my big dick.
bloke squirt jizz all over the classroom as I cum up my fellow's bum, and Sir spunks up all over Liam Conroy. This is the horniest day of my life .