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The postdate report is taken from my enkindle ebook SCALLY BOY dreamer, available on Amazon.

I can't concentrate no more. It's impossible with Brad in the Saami lessons. Something's got to be done about it otherwise my college oeuvre's gon na suffer. The first day I started college, first day I saw him I fancied him like shag. For the last two month I've fantasized about sucking his gumshoe and fucking him. I lie in my bed at night having a big steaming wazz thinking about us both getting bare and rolling around together kissing and rubbing our dicks together. Oh roll in the hay, 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 finish 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 best wank ever that night thinking about us both getting naked and doing all sorts of dirty stuff. I fantasized about stuffing my dick down his throat and nobbing the horny fucker proficient and voiceless up the bum. I went to sleep and I had a smart as a whip 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 succeeding to him. I pull my chair up real close to him so that our arms touch when we're writing. Just the strong-arm contact with him, it's making my cock grow in my jean. How the fuck 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 love he wants it as often as I do. Then I look up at him and I whisper,"I can't brook 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 deal 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 weewee myself, Sir."
The form 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 couplet of bit, 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 pay a fuck if the hale course 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 weeks for this to happen. We're alone in the toilets, 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 capable to concentrate on our studies."
"Shut up, you daft bastard,"
He brings his lips to mine. Oh ass, we're kissing, me and Brad. We kiss on the oral cavity, hold each other tight. I'm lean against the bulwark and he's pressing his soundbox into mine. We open our mouths and he sticks his tongue in my mouth. He has his hands on the position of my face and I have my hands on his arse, squeezing the impudence of his backside through his tight faded jeans. He's rubbing his bulge against mine. Our dicks are stiff in our jeans, his throbbing hard-on rubbing against mine.
We take each early's tee shirt 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 early's face and I unbutton his denim, miscue my manus down the forepart of his jeans. His jeans, they're so fucking tight. I can't squeeze my deal down so he helps me. He unzips his fly and my bridge player slips down his jeans, slips down under the waistband of his undies.
I panic a bit. What if someone walks into the lav 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 fag son. 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 classmate naked and I want to get naked with him and I want to drag him from the crapper and I want us both to wank each other off and sop up each early's dicks in front of the class, in front end of all our mates and Sir.
Me and Brad, we take all our dress off.
"Are you brave enough to walk back in the classroom with me like this, Brad ? Naked with our gumshoe on bone ?"
Brad smiles.
"That'd be well hot. But I don't think I've got the balls."
"fellow, 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 bathroom and we walk down the corridor bullock naked with our blooper 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 social class. We're naked with our hot soused cocks on full display. We face the class. I put my arm around Brad and I kiss him on the brass. I look at all the son in form. I smile then I take cargo deck of Brad's turncock, give a overnice gentle clinch.
Sir's gets up out of his death chair and he says,"right wing. You two. Get out !"
His look is bright red.
Me and Brad, we don't move.
A boy shouts out,"Leave ‘ em, Sir ! They're in love."
All the former male child laugh, except for a couple of the cub who shout out,"Fucking fagot !"and"Bent mongrel !"
Me and Brad, we climb on to the bench at the front man of class and we have sex in forepart of Sir and all the laddie. Now our schoolfellow 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 matter if it's straight or gay.
Sir looks like he's going to experience a heart attack.
"halt that at once ! Do you hear ! Stop it !"
Me and Brad have no intentions of stopping. We're gon na pack on cashbox 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 nothing about it.
So yeah, we're on the bench, me and Brad. Ray Dixon and Kenny Humphrey Davy move their books out of the way to present 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 shouting and whistling. It's a jest. 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 Ball. That's when some of the lads start squirming around in their nates. You see hired man on corpse peter in the anatomy, it makes you find horny, whether it's straight or gay. And it doesn't take foresighted before shaft come out of gasp. Sir sees his scholar getting their peter 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 chair, puts his pes up on the desk.
"seed on then, lads, 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 hammer out and wank off. Some of ‘ em arrest sitting down, and some stand up and demonstrate off their hammer while they jack off.
Me and Brad are snogging and then Brad says to me,"Do you wan na get it on me ?"
More than anything in the unhurt man I wan na fuck him. Brad gets on all quartet on his hired hand and stifle and pushes his bare arse out. I get behind him and I spit on my peter. I spit on my finger and reefer it up Brad's arse. That seems to get Sir a bit stir. He joins in with the sonny boy when he sees me sticking my finger's breadth up Brad's arse. He gets his cock 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 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 backtalk away from Liam's and he puts his handwriting on Liam's shoulder joint, gently pushes him down. Liam's kneeling before Sir. Sir grin and looks down at Liam.
"Would you be so goodness as to suck it for me, Liam ?"
Liam says,"All right then."
And he sucks Sir's cock.
I just have to fuck Brad. I hold on to his articulatio coxae and slip my cock up his tight bum. I push it in with one long poke. I fall across his back with my cock up inside him. He grinds his arse against me and I fuck him good and hard.
"Oh yeah. shag ! nooky ! Oooh ! Fuck !"
I slide my hands underneath him, one helping hand going up and down his paunch and his shine chest, my early hand on his peter. I wank him off as I bum fuck him. Fuck him up the butt with my big peter.
sonny boy pip-squeak jizz all over the classroom as I cum up my mate's bum, and Sir spunks up all over Liam Conroy. This is the corneous day of my lifespan .