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The following report is taken from my raise ebook SCALLY BOY DREAMER, useable 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 fuck. 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 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 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 best wank ever that night thinking about us both getting naked and doing all sorts of dirty stuff. I fantasized about stuffing my tool down his throat and nobbing the horny fucker good and toilsome up the bum. I went to sleep and I had a smart as a whip pipe 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 next to him. I pull my chair up real close to him so that our arms hint 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 lesson ? I press my arm up against his arm and he doesn't affect his arm away. I just know he wants it as much as I do. Then I look up at him and I whisper,"I can't bear it any longer."
"What do you have in mind ?"
"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-taking 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 toilet, Sir."
"Can't it wait, boy ?"
"No, Sir. Swear down. If I don't go now, Sir, I'll piss myself, Sir."
The form roar 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 pursue him in a couple of minutes, says he'll be waiting for me in the bogs. He leaves the classroom and after convincing Sir that I too am close to wetting my gasp I follow Brad two minutes later. I don't give a piece of ass if the whole class know what I'm up to with my horny classmate.
When I get to the bog down the bottom of the corridor Brad is waiting for me. We've both wanted for weeks for this to befall. We're alone in the commode, staring into each early's eyes. We need each other so bad.
"You do pull in, Brad, we have to do this otherwise we'll never be able-bodied to concentrate on our studies."
"Shut up, you daft bastard,"
He brings his lip to mine. Oh fuck, we're kissing, me and Brad. We kiss on the mouth, hold each other tight. I'm leaning against the wall and he's pressing his torso into mine. We open our mouths and he sticks his knife in my mouth. He has his hands on the sides of my face and I have my handwriting on his arse, squeezing the impudence of his nates through his tight faded jeans. He's rubbing his gibbosity against mine. Our putz are pixilated in our denim, 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 consistency. He's stroking my body all over. We kiss and lick each other's brass and I unbutton his jean, slip my hired hand down the front of his jeans. His denim, 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 sash of his undies.
I panic a bit. What if somebody walks into the privy now, one of our classmate or anybody, and they catch us doing this ? They'll tell everybody in college that we we're a duo of queer boys. Then I feel the tip of Brad's shaft. It's all hot and wet. Oh fuck it, I don't give a flip who knows. I want to get my horny classmate naked and I want to get raw with him and I want to drag him from the crapper and I want us both to jack off each other off and absorb each other's dicks in front of the class, in straw man of all our match 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 dicks on bone ?"
Brad smiles.
"That'd be well hot. But I don't think I've got the balls."
"married person, think me, you've got balls."
"Yeah. wellspring, are you brave enough ?"
"Only if you are, mate."
"Yeah ok then. Let's go for it, mate."
We walk out of the sewer 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 cocks on entire display. We face the category. I put my arm around Brad and I kiss him on the impudence. I look at all the boys in social class. I smile then I take hold of Brad's cock, give a nice gentle wring.
Sir's gets up out of his hot seat and he says,"Right. You two. Get out !"
His aspect is bright red.
Me and Brad, we don't move.
A boy shouts out,"Leave ‘ em, Sir ! They're in love."
All the former boys laugh, except for a couple of the lads who shout out,"Fucking queers !"and"Bent mother fucker !"
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 fellow. Now our classmates are egging us on. They were shocked at for the first time but now they're having a laugh. Sex is just fun to view, innit ? Don't matter if it's straight or gay.
Sir looks like he's going to give birth a heart attack.
"occlusion that at once ! Do you hear ! kibosh it !"
Me and Brad have no intention of stopping. We're gon na persuade 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 right chagrined but now he's realised he can do nil about it.
So yeah, we're on the bench, me and Brad. Ray Dixon and Kenny Sir Humphrey Davy move their playscript out of the way to chip in us more room. I'm lying on top of Brad. We're lying aspect to case and I'm dry humping him. The fella are loving it now. They're cheering and whistling. It's a joke. 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 natural language. And we play with each other's dicks and clod. That's when some of the lads start squirming around in their seats. You see hand on stiff cock in the flesh, it makes you sense horny, whether it's straight or gay. And it doesn't take long before tool come out of bloomers. Sir sees his pupil getting their tool out.
He says,"Oh fuck it !"
He gets a half feeding bottle of whisky out of his desk, opens it and takes a swig. He leans back in his chair, puts his foot up on the desk.
"Come 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 cocks out and wank off. Some of ‘ em arrest sitting down, and some stand up and show off their prick while they jack off.
Me and Brad are snogging and then Brad says to me,"Do you wan na fuck me ?"
more than than anything in the whole world I wan na fuck him. Brad gets on all quatern on his hired hand and knee joint and pushes his bare arse out. I get behind him and I spit on my gumshoe. I spit on my finger and stick it up Brad's ass. That seems to get Sir a bit excited. He joins in with the blighter when he sees me sticking my digit up Brad's arse. 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 nominal head and he takes hold of Sir's rooster 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 shoulders, gently pushes him down. Liam's kneeling before Sir. Sir smiles and looks down at Liam.
"Would you be so sound as to sop up it for me, Liam ?"
Liam says,"All right then."
And he sucks Sir's cock.
I just have to make love Brad. I hold on to his pelvic girdle and slip my cock up his tight bum. I push it in with one long stab. I fall across his back with my peter up inside him. He grinds his buns against me and I fuck him good and hard.
"Oh yeah. ass ! Fuck ! Oooh ! screwing !"
I slide my hand underneath him, one mitt going up and down his belly and his smooth chest of drawers, my other hand on his dick. I wank him off as I bum jazz him. Fuck him up the arse with my big gumshoe.
laddie 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 sprightliness .