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

I can't concentrate no more. It's unacceptable with Brad in the same example. Something's got to be done about it otherwise my college work's gon na stand. The first day I started college, first day I saw him I fancied him like fuck. For the last two months I've fantasized about sucking his peter and fucking him. I lie in my bed at dark having a big steaming wazz thinking about us both getting naked and rolling around together kissing and rubbing our prick together. Oh fuck, 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 lessons. Then one afternoon last week, during a deterrent example, 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 like 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 sorts of dirty material. I fantasized about stuffing my dick down his throat and nobbing the horny fucker effective and backbreaking up the bum. I went to log Z's 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 for certain I'm sitting next to him. I pull my professorship up real close to him so that our limb touch when we're writing. Just the forcible contact with him, it's making my tool grow in my dungaree. How the ass 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 make out he wants it as lots as I do. Then I look up at him and I whisper,"I can't stomach it any longer."
"What do you mean ?"
"You know what I mean."
"Well…like…what do you require 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 stool, Sir."
"Can't it wait, boy ?"
"No, Sir. Swear down. If I don't go now, Sir, I'll pissing myself, Sir."
The division 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 couple of minutes, says he'll be waiting for me in the bog. He leaves the classroom and after convincing Sir that I too am finis to wetting my pants I follow Brad two minutes later. I don't give a screw if the whole class know what I'm up to with my horny classmate.
When I get to the bog down the seat of the corridor Brad is waiting for me. We've both wanted for weeks for this to bump. We're alone in the john, 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 fuck, we're kissing, me and Brad. We kiss on the mouth, hold each other tight. I'm leaning against the rampart and he's pressing his body into mine. We open our mouths and he sticks his tongue in my mouth. He has his hands on the sides of my grimace and I have my hands on his arse, squeezing the impudence of his arse through his tight faded jeans. He's rubbing his bulge against mine. Our dicks are stiff in our denim, his throbbing erecting rubbing against mine.
We take each other's T-shirts off and we carry on kissing. His deal are now running up and down my body. He's stroking my consistency all over. We kiss and lick each other's typeface and I unbutton his jean, trip my manus down the front of his jeans. His jean, they're so fucking tight. I can't squeeze my hand down so he helps me. He unzips his fly and my helping hand slips down his jeans, slips down under the waistband of his undies.
I panic a bit. What if person walks into the toilets now, one of our schoolmate or anybody, and they catch us doing this ? They'll tell everybody in college that we we're a couple of queer boys. Then I feel the tip of Brad's cock. It's all hot and wet. Oh fuck it, I don't chip in a toss who knows. I want to get my horny classmate naked and I want to get naked with him and I want to drop behind him from the lav and I want us both to masturbate each other off and take up each other's dick in front of the class, in front of all our mates and Sir.
Me and Brad, we take all our clothes off.
"Are you brave enough to walk back in the classroom with me like this, Brad ? Naked with our cock on os ?"
Brad smiles.
"That'd be well hot. But I don't think I've got the balls."
"Mate, think 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 commode 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 man of the class. We're naked with our hot pie-eyed cocks on wide showing. We face the class. I put my arm around Brad and I kiss him on the nerve. I look at all the boys in class. I smile then I take hold of Brad's cock, give a decent gentle credit crunch.
Sir's gets up out of his chair and he says,"Right. You two. Get out !"
His case is undimmed red.
Me and Brad, we don't move.
A boy shouts out,"Leave ‘ em, Sir ! They're in love."
All the early boys laugh, except for a pair of the lads who shout out,"Fucking queers !"and"set bastards !"
Me and Brad, we climb on to the bench at the straw man of class and we have sex in figurehead of Sir and all the sonny boy. Now our class fellow are egging us on. They were shocked at first of all but now they're having a laugh. Sex is just fun to find out, innit ? Don't issue if it's straight person or gay.
Sir looks like he's going to have got a heart attack.
"Stop that at once ! Do you hear ! end it !"
Me and Brad have no intentions of stopping. We're gon na carry 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 embarrassed but now he's realised he can do zip about it.
So yeah, we're on the workbench, me and Brad. Ray Dixon and Kenny Davies move their record out of the way to give us Sir Thomas More room. I'm lying on top of Brad. We're lying face to face and I'm dry humping him. The sonny boy are loving it now. They're cheering and whistling. It's a laugh. 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 clapper. And we play with each other's tool and Ball. That's when some of the sonny boy start squirming around in their seats. You see helping hand on stiff hammer in the flesh, it makes you feel horny, whether it's straight or gay. And it doesn't take long before putz come out of pants. Sir sees his pupil getting their cocks out.
He says,"Oh fuck it !"
He gets a half bottle of whiskey out of his desk, opens it and takes a draft. He leans back in his chairperson, puts his feet up on the desk.
"Come on then, fellow, 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 jerking off in social class. College has never been this fun before. All the lads get their pecker out and wank off. Some of ‘ em stop sitting down, and some stand up and present 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 earth I wan na fuck him. Brad gets on all quatern on his hands and knees and pushes his bare arse out. I get behind him and I spit on my dick. I spit on my finger's breadth and stick it up Brad's arse. That seems to get Sir a bit excited. He joins in with the sonny when he sees me sticking my finger up Brad's buttocks. He gets his dick out and starts wanking.
One lad shouts,"Nice cock, Sir !"
Another lad shouts,"Sir, you wanker !"
Then Liam Conroy gets really excited and he walks to the front and he takes hold of Sir's putz 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 articulatio humeri, gently pushes him down. Liam's kneeling before Sir. Sir smiles and looks down at Liam.
"Would you be so ripe as to suck it for me, Liam ?"
Liam says,"All right then."
And he sucks Sir's cock.
I just have to screw Brad. I hold on to his hips and splay my stopcock up his mingy bum. I push it in with one foresighted thrust. I fall across his back with my cock up inside him. He grinds his backside against me and I fuck him just and hard.
"Oh yeah. screw ! fucking ! Oooh ! nookie !"
I slide my paw underneath him, one paw going up and down his paunch and his quiet chest, my early handwriting on his peter. I wank him off as I bum ass him. shtup him up the derriere 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 .