Copyright protected 2012 Robbie Webb© 2012 Robbie Martha Beatrice Potter Webb

No theatrical role of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a recovery system, or transmitted in any grade or by any mean value without the prior written consent of the author.

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

I can't concentrate no Thomas More. It's unsufferable with Brad in the Saami example. Something's got to be done about it otherwise my college work's gon na suffer. The get-go day I started college, outset day I saw him I fancied him like screwing. For the utmost two months I've fantasized about sucking his pecker 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 gumshoe together. Oh fuck, 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 lessons. Then one good afternoon shoemaker's last week, during a deterrent example, our optic 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 skilful wank ever that night thinking about us both getting naked and doing all sorts of foul stuff. I fantasized about stuffing my dick down his pharynx and nobbing the horny fucker well and hard up the bum. I went to sleep and I had a brilliant aspiration 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 chair up real close to him so that our blazonry pinch when we're committal to writing. Just the physical impinging with him, it's making my tool grow in my jean. How the fuck am I gon na get through this example ? I press my arm up against his arm and he doesn't proceed his arm away. I just jazz he wants it as much as I do. Then I look up at him and I whisper,"I can't place upright it any longer."
"What do you mean ?"
"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 of absence it to me."
He puts his hired man up, attracts Sir's attention.
"Sir !"
Sir looks up.
"Yes ? What is it ?"
"Sir, I need to go to the toilet, 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 laugh. 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 minute of arc, says he'll be waiting for me in the bog. He leaves the classroom and after convincing Sir that I too am close to wetting my drawers I follow Brad two minutes later. I don't give a fuck if the whole division know what I'm up to with my horny classmate.
When I get to the bogs down the bottom of the corridor Brad is waiting for me. We've both wanted for hebdomad for this to happen. We're alone in the crapper, staring into each early's centre. We need each other so bad.
"You do pull in, Brad, we have to do this otherwise we'll never be able to decoct 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 mouth, hold each early tight. I'm leaning against the wall and he's pressing his trunk into mine. We open our sassing and he sticks his tongue in my mouth. He has his workforce on the sides of my face and I have my hands on his hindquarters, squeezing the impudence of his arse through his tight faded dungaree. He's rubbing his gibbousness against mine. Our dicks are stiff in our jeans, his throbbing erecting rubbing against mine.
We take each other's jersey off and we carry on kissing. His helping hand are now running up and down my torso. He's stroking my eubstance all over. We kiss and lick each former's face and I unbutton his blue jean, cutting 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 mitt slips down his jeans, slips down under the waistband of his undies.
I panic a bit. What if individual walks into the throne 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 faggot boys. Then I feel the tip of Brad's cock. It's all hot and wet. Oh fuck it, I don't give a flip who knows. I want to get my horny schoolmate 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 other off and suck each former's dicks in front man of the class, in forepart of all our match and Sir.
Me and Brad, we take all our apparel off.
"Are you brave enough to walk back in the classroom 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."
"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 toilet and we walk down the corridor bullock naked with our boner 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 course of instruction. We're naked with our hot crocked tool on wax display. We face the class. I put my arm around Brad and I kiss him on the impudence. I look at all the boys in class. I smile then I take hold of Brad's cock, give a dainty gentle squeeze.
Sir's gets up out of his chair and he says,"Right. You two. Get out !"
His face is brilliantly 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 couple of the laddie who shout out,"Fucking queers !"and"Bent mother fucker !"
Me and Brad, we climb on to the bench at the front of class and we have sex in front of Sir and all the lads. Now our classmates are egging us on. They were shocked at first but now they're having a laugh. Sex is just fun to look on, innit ? Don't subject if it's straight or gay.
Sir looks like he's going to have a heart attack.
"Stop that at once ! Do you see ! lay off it !"
Me and Brad have no intent of stopping. We're gon na convey on till 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 embarrass 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 Davies move their books out of the way to ease up us Sir Thomas More way. I'm lying on top of Brad. We're lying face to facial expression and I'm dry humping him. The bloke are loving it now. They're cheering and whistling. 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 tongues. And we play with each other's dicks and balls. That's when some of the lads start squirming around in their keister. You see hand on clay stopcock in the flesh, it makes you feel horny, whether it's straight or gay. And it doesn't take long before prick come out of pants. Sir sees his students 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 gulp. He leans back in his chairwoman, puts his invertebrate foot up on the desk.
"Come on then, lads, the lot of you - get your putz out and have a good wank."
This is mega. It's not every day you get to have a wank in division. College has never been this fun before. All the fellow get their cocks out and wank off. Some of ‘ em stay sitting down, and some stand up and show off their dick while they jack off.
Me and Brad are snogging and then Brad says to me,"Do you wan na roll in the hay me ?"
Sir Thomas More than anything in the unit existence I wan na fucking him. Brad gets on all fours on his hands and knees and pushes his bare arse out. I get behind him and I spit on my hawkshaw. I spit on my finger and stick 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 fingerbreadth up Brad's arse. He gets his pecker out and starts wanking.
One lad shouts,"Nice cock, Sir !"
Another lad shouts,"Sir, you wanker !"
Then Liam Conroy gets really wind up and he walks to the presence and he takes keep of Sir's hammer and starts wanking him off. Sir just lets him do it then Sir…oh fuck…Sir kisses Liam on the rima oris. Then Sir, he brings his lips away from Liam's and he puts his hand on Liam's shoulders, gently pushes him down. Liam's kneeling before Sir. Sir smiles and looks down at Liam.
"Would you be so good as to take in it for me, Liam ?"
Liam says,"All redress then."
And he sucks Sir's cock.
I just have to do it Brad. I hold on to his hips and err my cock up his squiffy bum. I push it in with one long poking. I fall across his book binding with my cock up inside him. He grinds his bottom against me and I fuck him good and hard.
"Oh yeah. shag ! screwing ! Oooh ! Fuck !"
I slide my men underneath him, one hired hand going up and down his belly and his smooth bureau, my other script on his dick. I wank him off as I bum sleep with him. Fuck him up the arse with my big tool.
Lads squirt jizz all over the schoolroom as I cum up my fellow's bum, and Sir spunks up all over Liam Conroy. This is the turned on day of my life .