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The following write up is taken from my fire ebook SCALLY BOY wishful thinker, available on Amazon.

I can't concentrate no Sir Thomas More. It's impossible with Brad in the Lapp object lesson. Something's got to be done about it otherwise my college work's gon na suffer. The initiatory day I started college, low day I saw him I fancied him like nookie. 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 fucking, 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 final hebdomad, 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 like way. Could Tell by the way he kept looking at me. Then he smiled at me. I smiled back. I had the best hand job ever that Night thinking about us both getting naked and doing all sorts of filthy material. I fantasized about stuffing my dick down his throat and nobbing the horny fucker good and laborious up the bum. I went to sleep and I had a brilliant dreaming 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 I'm sitting next to him. I pull my chair up real close to him so that our coat of arms touch when we're writing. Just the strong-arm physical contact with him, it's making my cock grow in my jeans. How the screw 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 know he wants it as a great deal as I do. Then I look up at him and I whisper,"I can't digest it any longer."
"What do you mean ?"
"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 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 piss myself, Sir."
The division 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 adopt him in a couple of mo, says he'll be waiting for me in the peat bog. He leaves the schoolroom and after convincing Sir that I too am stopping point to wetting my pants I follow Brad two instant later. I don't gift a fuck if the unhurt course know what I'm up to with my horny classmate.
When I get to the peat bog down the bottom of the corridor Brad is waiting for me. We've both wanted for weeks for this to pass off. We're alone in the toilets, staring into each former's eye. We need each other so bad.
"You do realize, Brad, we have to do this otherwise we'll never be able to pore on our studies."
"Shut up, you daft bastard,"
He brings his mouth to mine. Oh nooky, we're kissing, me and Brad. We kiss on the mouth, hold each other tight. I'm propensity against the wall and he's pressing his body into mine. We open our oral fissure and he sticks his lingua in my mouth. He has his manus on the English of my grimace and I have my hands on his arse, squeezing the cheeks of his derriere through his tight faded jeans. He's rubbing his extrusion against mine. Our putz are unshakable in our blue jean, his throbbing erection rubbing against mine.
We take each former's T-shirts off and we carry on kissing. His hands 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 jean, slip my hand down the front of his jeans. His dungaree, 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 jeans, slips down under the waistcloth of his undies.
I panic a bit. What if somebody walks into the john now, one of our classmate or anybody, and they catch us doing this ? They'll tell everybody in college that we we're a duet of queer boys. Then I feel the tip of Brad's cock. It's all hot and wet. Oh fuck it, I don't give a toss who knows. I want to get my horny schoolmate naked and I want to get au naturel with him and I want to haul him from the toilets and I want us both to masturbate each other off and go down on each other's hawkshaw in social movement of the class, in front of all our fellow and Sir.
Me and Brad, we take all our wearing apparel off.
"Are you brave enough to take the air back in the classroom with me like this, Brad ? Naked with our dick on ivory ?"
Brad smiles.
"That'd be well hot. But I don't think I've got the balls."
"Mate, 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 steer 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 battlefront of the course. We're naked with our hot stiff cocks on full moon display. We face the family. I put my arm around Brad and I kiss him on the impudence. I look at all the boy in year. I smile then I take hold of Brad's cock, pay a nice gentle squeeze.
Sir's gets up out of his hot seat and he says,"rightfield. 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 boys laugh, except for a duad of the cuss who shout out,"Fucking queers !"and"Bent son of a bitch !"
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 blighter. Now our classmates are egging us on. They were shocked at first but now they're having a laugh. Sex is just fun to watch, innit ? Don't topic if it's straight or gay.
Sir looks like he's going to induce a heart attack.
"Stop that at once ! Do you hear ! Stop it !"
Me and Brad have no intentions of stopping. We're gon na channel on money box 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 right embarrassed but now he's realised he can do cipher about it.
So yeah, we're on the bench, me and Brad. Ray Dixon and Kenny Sir Humphrey Davy move their book out of the way to impart us more room. I'm lying on top of Brad. We're lying face to facial expression and I'm dry humping him. The lads are loving it now. They're cheering and whistling. It's a laughter. 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 putz and lump. That's when some of the sonny boy start squirming around in their seats. You see mitt on stiff cock in the pulp, it makes you feel horny, whether it's straight or gay. And it doesn't take long before cocks come out of pants. Sir sees his pupil getting their cocks out.
He says,"Oh fuck it !"
He gets a half feeding bottle of whisky out of his desk, opens it and takes a gulp. He leans back in his death chair, puts his feet up on the desk.
"semen on then, sonny boy, the lot of you - get your rooster out and have a beneficial wank."
This is mega. It's not every day you get to have a jacking off in socio-economic class. College has never been this fun before. All the gent get their cocks out and wank off. Some of ‘ em stay sitting down, and some stand up and shew off their cocks while they jack off.
Me and Brad are snogging and then Brad says to me,"Do you wan na screw me ?"
Thomas More than anything in the wholly worldly concern I wan na fuck him. Brad gets on all quaternary on his hands and articulatio genus and pushes his bare arse out. I get behind him and I spit on my peter. I spit on my finger's breadth and peg it up Brad's arse. That seems to get Sir a bit sex. He joins in with the lads when he sees me sticking my finger up Brad's seat. 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 excited and he walks to the front and he takes custody 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 sassing 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 soak up it for me, Liam ?"
Liam says,"All rectify then."
And he sucks Sir's cock.
I just have to have sex Brad. I hold on to his coxa and steal my stopcock up his nasty bum. I push it in with one long jab. I fall across his back with my prick up inside him. He grinds his fanny against me and I fuck him skillful and hard.
"Oh yeah. roll in the hay ! Fuck ! Oooh ! screwing !"
I slide my script underneath him, one hand going up and down his venter and his smooth bureau, my early hand on his pecker. I wank him off as I bum fuck him. Fuck him up the buns with my big tool.
Lads squirt jizz all over the classroom as I cum up my teammate's bum, and Sir spunks up all over Liam Conroy. This is the horniest day of my life .