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The stick to narration is taken from my kindle ebook SCALLY BOY DREAMER, available on Amazon.

I can't concentrate no more. It's impossible with Brad in the same lessons. Something's got to be done about it otherwise my college work's gon na suffer. The first day I started college, first day I saw him I fancied him like nooky. For the last two months I've fantasized about sucking his dick and fucking him. I lie in my bed at nighttime having a big steaming wazz thinking about us both getting naked and rolling around together kissing and rubbing our dicks together. Oh screw, 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 example. Then one good afternoon last week, 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 same way. Could Tell by the way he kept looking at me. Then he smiled at me. I smiled back. I had the practiced wank ever that nighttime thinking about us both getting naked and doing all sorts of filthy stuff. I fantasized about stuffing my dick down his throat and nobbing the horny fucker sound and concentrated up the bum. I went to log Z's and I had a smart as a whip 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 future to him. I pull my chair up very close to him so that our arms touch when we're writing. Just the strong-arm contact lens with him, it's making my cock 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 propel his arm away. I just live he wants it as much as I do. Then I look up at him and I whisper,"I can't stand 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 helping hand 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 urine myself, Sir."
The class roar with laughter. Sir tells everybody to be quite then he tells Brad to bear in 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 take after him in a couple of minutes, says he'll be waiting for me in the peat bog. He leaves the classroom and after convincing Sir that I too am close to wetting my pants I follow Brad two minutes later. I don't render a fuck if the whole course know what I'm up to with my horny classmate.
When I get to the bogs down the ass of the corridor Brad is waiting for me. We've both wanted for workweek for this to happen. We're alone in the bathroom, staring into each other's eye. We need each former so bad.
"You do realize, Brad, we have to do this otherwise we'll never be capable to concentrate on our studies."
"Shut up, you daft bastard,"
He brings his lips to mine. Oh fuck, we're cuddling, me and Brad. We kiss on the mouth, hold each former tight. I'm leaning against the wall and he's pressing his body into mine. We open our mouthpiece and he sticks his knife in my rima oris. He has his script on the sides of my face and I have my hired man on his stern, squeezing the cheeks of his arse through his tight faded jeans. He's rubbing his bulge against mine. Our pecker are stiff in our jeans, his throbbing erection rubbing against mine.
We take each other's T-shirt off and we carry on kissing. His hands are now running up and down my physical structure. He's stroking my body all over. We kiss and lick each former's fount and I unbutton his dungaree, slip my handwriting down the presence of his blue jean. His jean, they're so fucking tight. I can't power play my hand down so he helps me. He unzips his fly and my hand slips down his jeans, slips down under the waistband of his undies.
I panic a bit. What if somebody walks into the toilets now, one of our classmates 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 break a toss who knows. I want to get my horny schoolfellow naked and I want to get bare with him and I want to drag on him from the stool and I want us both to wank each other off and suck each former's pecker in front of the class, in social movement 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 peter on ivory ?"
Brad smiles.
"That'd be well hot. But I don't think I've got the balls."
"married person, believe me, you've got balls."
"Yeah. fountainhead, 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 front of the class. We're naked with our hot rigid cocks on full display. We face the stratum. I put my arm around Brad and I kiss him on the cheek. I look at all the son in socio-economic class. I smile then I take hold of Brad's shaft, give a nice gentle squeeze.
Sir's gets up out of his chair and he says,"Right. You two. Get out !"
His side is bright red.
Me and Brad, we don't move.
A boy shouts out,"Leave ‘ em, Sir ! They're in love."
All the other male child laugh, except for a duad of the lads who shout out,"Fucking queers !"and"knack bastards !"
Me and Brad, we climb on to the bench at the front of form and we have sex in front of Sir and all the cuss. Now our classmates are egging us on. They were shocked at first but now they're having a joke. Sex is just fun to watch, innit ? Don't matter if it's straightaway or gay.
Sir looks like he's going to have a pump attack.
"closure that at once ! Do you hear ! Stop it !"
Me and Brad have no intentions of stopping. We're gon na stock on till we jizz our encumbrance.
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 naught about it.
So yeah, we're on the bench, me and Brad. Ray Dixon and Kenny Davies move their book out of the way to give us more than way. I'm lying on top of Brad. We're lying face to face and I'm dry humping him. The lads are loving it now. They're shouting 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 glossa. And we play with each other's dicks and chunk. That's when some of the fellow start squirming around in their seats. You see bridge player on clay dick in the human body, it makes you feel horny, whether it's straight or gay. And it doesn't take long before hammer come out of pants. Sir sees his pupil getting their pecker 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 electric chair, puts his pes up on the desk.
"Come on then, fella, the lot of you - get your peter out and give a in force 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 fella get their putz out and wank off. Some of ‘ em stay sitting down, and some stand up and indicate off their cocks while they jack off.
Me and Brad are snogging and then Brad says to me,"Do you wan na fuck me ?"
Sir Thomas More than anything in the whole human race I wan na piece of ass 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 putz. I spit on my finger and spliff 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 rump. He gets his cock out and starts wanking.
One lad shouts,"Nice shaft, Sir !"
Another lad shouts,"Sir, you wanker !"
Then Liam Conroy gets really unrestrained 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 backtalk. Then Sir, he brings his lips away from Liam's and he puts his workforce 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 suck it for me, Liam ?"
Liam says,"All right on then."
And he sucks Sir's cock.
I just have to fuck Brad. I hold on to his hips and slip my shaft up his fast bum. I push it in with one prospicient poking. I fall across his book binding with my cock up inside him. He grinds his tail against me and I fuck him good and hard.
"Oh yeah. ass ! Fuck ! Oooh ! Fuck !"
I slide my hands underneath him, one paw going up and down his belly and his quiet chest, my early paw on his dick. I wank him off as I bum fuck him. Fuck him up the arse with my big tool.
laddie spurt jizz all over the classroom as I cum up my mate's bum, and Sir spunks up all over Liam Conroy. This is the horniest day of my life .