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The following story is taken from my kindle ebook SCALLY BOY escapist, available on Amazon.

I can't dressed ore no Thomas More. It's impossible with Brad in the like deterrent example. 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 fuck. For the last two calendar month 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 dicks 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 afternoon shoemaker's last week, during a moral, 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 just jacking off ever that night thinking about us both getting naked and doing all sorts of unclean material. I fantasized about stuffing my dick down his throat and nobbing the horny fucker good and hard up the bum. I went to sleep and I had a glorious 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 real close to him so that our munition cutaneous senses when we're writing. Just the strong-arm physical contact with him, it's making my cock grow in my jeans. How the fuck am I gon na get through this moral ? I press my arm up against his arm and he doesn't move his arm away. I just have a go at it he wants it as often as I do. Then I look up at him and I whisper,"I can't remain firm 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 ?"
"farewell 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 class thunder with laughter. Sir tells everybody to be quite then he tells Brad to beware 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 duo of minutes, says he'll be waiting for me in the bog. He leaves the classroom and after convincing Sir that I too am closely to wetting my pant I follow Brad two bit later. I don't give a fuck if the unit family 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 befall. We're alone in the toilets, staring into each other's eyes. We need each early so bad.
"You do recognise, 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 roll in the hay, we're necking, me and Brad. We kiss on the lip, hold each early tight. I'm leaning against the paries and he's pressing his body into mine. We open our back talk and he sticks his knife in my mouth. He has his paw on the sides of my face and I have my paw on his arse, squeezing the brass of his arse through his tight faded jeans. He's rubbing his bulge against mine. Our dicks are stiffly in our jeans, his throbbing erection rubbing against mine.
We take each other's T-shirts off and we carry on kissing. His hands are now running up and down my dead body. He's stroking my body all over. We kiss and lick each other's expression and I unbutton his jeans, slip my hand down the front of his dungaree. His denim, they're so fucking tight. I can't squeeze my bridge player down so he helps me. He unzips his fly and my handwriting slips down his jeans, slips down under the waistband of his undies.
I panic a bit. What if soul 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 faggot male child. Then I feel the tip of Brad's cock. It's all hot and wet. Oh fuck it, I don't yield a toss who knows. I want to get my horny class fellow naked and I want to get raw with him and I want to drag in him from the toilets and I want us both to jack off each early off and give suck each other's hawkshaw in front line of the division, in front man 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 pecker on bone ?"
Brad smiles.
"That'd be well hot. But I don't think I've got the balls."
"better half, 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 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 stiff shaft on full showing. We face the class. I put my arm around Brad and I kiss him on the cheek. I look at all the boys in class. I smile then I take grasp of Brad's cock, gift a gracious gentle liquidity crisis.
Sir's gets up out of his chair and he says,"Right. 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 duet of the lads who shout out,"Fucking queers !"and"Bent motherfucker !"
Me and Brad, we climb on to the Bench at the front of course of study and we have sex in front of Sir and all the lads. Now our schoolfellow are egging us on. They were shocked at first off but now they're having a laugh. Sex is just fun to see, innit ? Don't matter if it's straight person or gay.
Sir looks like he's going to cause a heart attack.
"plosive consonant that at once ! Do you hear ! Stop it !"
Me and Brad have no intent of stopping. We're gon na convey on till we jizz our scads.
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 abashed but now he's realised he can do goose egg about it.
So yeah, we're on the workbench, me and Brad. Ray Dixon and Kenny Davies move their books out of the way to establish us more room. 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 cheering and whistle. 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 lingua. And we play with each other's dicks and balls. That's when some of the lads start squirming around in their bum. You see mitt on stiff hammer in the flesh, it makes you feel horny, whether it's straight or gay. And it doesn't take retentive before dick come out of pants. Sir sees his students getting their cocks out.
He says,"Oh fuck it !"
He gets a one-half bottle of whiskey out of his desk, opens it and takes a draught. He leans back in his chair, puts his feet up on the desk.
"Come on then, blighter, 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 wank in class. College has never been this fun before. All the lads 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 bed me ?"
More than anything in the whole public I wan na fuck him. Brad gets on all tetrad on his hands and genu and pushes his bare arse out. I get behind him and I spit on my cock. I spit on my finger and stick it up Brad's arse. That seems to get Sir a bit stimulate. He joins in with the lads when he sees me sticking my finger's breadth up Brad's hind end. He gets his peter 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 back talk away from Liam's and he puts his hands on Liam's shoulder joint, gently pushes him down. Liam's kneeling before Sir. Sir smile and looks down at Liam.
"Would you be so upright as to suck it for me, Liam ?"
Liam says,"All aright then."
And he sucks Sir's cock.
I just have to fuck Brad. I hold on to his hips and luxate my cock up his tight bum. I push it in with one longsighted driving force. I fall across his book binding with my cock up inside him. He grinds his arse against me and I fuck him good and knockout.
"Oh yeah. Fuck ! piece of ass ! Oooh ! nookie !"
I slide my work force underneath him, one hand going up and down his belly and his shine chest, my early hand on his cock. I wank him off as I bum fuck him. piece of tail him up the arse with my big hawkshaw.
sonny boy jet jizz all over the schoolroom as I cum up my mate's bum, and Sir spunks up all over Liam Conroy. This is the horny day of my life sentence .