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The postdate story is taken from my kindle ebook SCALLY BOY DREAMER, available on Amazon.

I can't concentrate no more. It's insufferable with Brad in the same lessons. Something's got to be done about it otherwise my college work's gon na lose. The first day I started college, first-class honours degree day I saw him I fancied him like fuck. For the in conclusion two calendar month I've fantasized about sucking his prick 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 workweek ago that he noticed I kept looking at him in lessons. 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 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 good and hard up the bum. I went to sleep and I had a brilliant 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 rattling close to him so that our arms touch when we're written material. Just the physical impinging with him, it's making my tool grow in my denim. How the shag am I gon na get through this lesson ? I press my arm up against his arm and he doesn't run 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 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 handwriting 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 course of instruction 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 abide by him in a couple of min, says he'll be waiting for me in the peat bog. He leaves the classroom and after convincing Sir that I too am faithful to wetting my pants I follow Brad two minutes later. I don't give a nookie if the unit class 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 workweek for this to materialize. We're alone in the john, staring into each other's oculus. We need each early so bad.
"You do clear, 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 lips to mine. Oh fuck, we're kissing, me and Brad. We kiss on the oral cavity, hold each former tight. I'm leaning against the rampart and he's pressing his body into mine. We open our mouths and he sticks his tongue in my mouth. He has his hands on the side of my face and I have my work force on his arse, squeezing the cheeks of his arse through his tight faded jeans. He's rubbing his bulge against mine. Our gumshoe are stiff in our dungaree, his throbbing erecting rubbing against mine.
We take each other's T-shirts off and we carry on kissing. His helping hand are now running up and down my body. He's stroking my body all over. We kiss and lick each other's grimace and I unbutton his jeans, shift my hand down the front of his dungaree. His jeans, they're so fucking tight. I can't squeeze my helping hand down so he helps me. He unzips his fly and my bridge player slips down his jeans, slips down under the cincture 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 pair of queer male child. Then I feel the tip of Brad's rooster. It's all hot and wet. Oh fuck it, I don't pass on a toss who knows. I want to get my horny schoolmate naked and I want to get naked with him and I want to drag him from the pot and I want us both to wank each other off and suckle each other's putz in figurehead of the class, in front 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 dicks on os ?"
Brad smiles.
"That'd be well hot. But I don't think I've got the balls."
"Mate, conceive 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 sewer and we walk down the corridor bullock naked with our boners bobbing up and down. Then we go back in the schoolroom. Sir stops talking. Everybody's silent. They're proper shocked.
Me and Brad go to the front of the course of instruction. We're naked with our hot stiff cocks on full display. We face the class. I put my arm around Brad and I kiss him on the buttock. I look at all the boys in socio-economic class. I smile then I take grip of Brad's cock, ease up a nice gentle power play.
Sir's gets up out of his chairwoman and he says,"Right. You two. Get out !"
His facial expression is promising 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 couple of the blighter who shout out,"Fucking queers !"and"hang bastards !"
Me and Brad, we climb on to the Bench at the social movement of class 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 laugh. Sex is just fun to watch, innit ? Don't matter if it's straight or gay.
Sir looks like he's going to hold a heart attack.
"Stop that at once ! Do you hear ! quit it !"
Me and Brad have no intentions of stopping. We're gon na carry 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 proper embarrassed but now he's realised he can do nothing about it.
So yeah, we're on the workbench, me and Brad. Ray Dixon and Kenny Davy move their books out of the way to give us more room. I'm lying on top of Brad. We're lying face to face and I'm dry humping him. The cuss are loving it now. They're cheering and whistling. 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 tongue. And we play with each other's dicks and balls. That's when some of the lads start squirming around in their seats. You see hired man on stiff cock in the flesh, it makes you sense horny, whether it's straight or gay. And it doesn't take long before pecker come out of pant. Sir sees his scholar 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 draft. He leans back in his chair, puts his feet up on the desk.
"Come on then, lads, the lot of you - get your rooster out and get a commodity wank."
This is mega. It's not every day you get to take in a jerking off in class. College has never been this fun before. All the blighter get their cocks out and wank off. Some of ‘ em stoppage sitting down, and some stand up and show off their shaft while they jack off.
Me and Brad are snogging and then Brad says to me,"Do you wan na fuck me ?"
more than anything in the wholly man I wan na fuck him. Brad gets on all fours on his hired hand and knee and pushes his bare arse out. I get behind him and I spit on my shaft. I spit on my finger and stick it up Brad's fundament. That seems to get Sir a bit shake. He joins in with the lads when he sees me sticking my finger up Brad's arse. He gets his stopcock out and starts wanking.
One lad shouts,"Nice cock, Sir !"
Another lad shouts,"Sir, you wanker !"
Then Liam Conroy gets really sex and he walks to the front man 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 sass. Then Sir, he brings his sassing away from Liam's and he puts his work force on Liam's shoulders, gently pushes him down. Liam's kneeling before Sir. Sir smiles and looks down at Liam.
"Would you be so ripe as to suck it for me, Liam ?"
Liam says,"All right then."
And he sucks Sir's cock.
I just have to have intercourse Brad. I hold on to his hips and sneak my cock up his tight bum. I push it in with one long thrust. I fall across his dorsum with my stopcock up inside him. He grinds his seat against me and I fuck him commodity and hard.
"Oh yeah. Fuck ! nooky ! Oooh ! fuck !"
I slide my hands underneath him, one handwriting going up and down his belly and his smooth chest, my other helping hand on his peter. I wank him off as I bum fuck him. Fuck him up the tail with my big peter.
Lads pip-squeak jizz all over the schoolroom as I cum up my mate's bum, and Sir spunks up all over Liam Conroy. This is the steamy day of my life .