Not in my class exactly...
...but we had a weird kid at boarding school, I think in the year below me. I don't remember his name but for the purposes of this story it was Rodney. Rodney was a generally disliked fellow, fat and with braces and an annoying voice. He was also a big crybaby and flawlessly stupid. In school, I was one of the kids who used to get teased and pushed around pretty constantly, raped in the showers etc., and Rodney was the kid that *I* picked on. I don't like to be nasty but he was pretty pathetic. But Rodney had a great solace that he turned to again and again: masturbation.

Now, all kids around our ages at that time masturbated with alarming regularity (and to the most innocuous and unlikely material, like diagrams of the ovarian system in the school encyclopledias), but Rodney was a real trooper. Prolific, in fact. Twice he was caught full-handed. The first time was in study class one evening. Rodney sat up the back and pretended to study for a while, but after half an hour or so the rest of the class became aware of a loud, rhythmic thumping. Then they became aware of the grunts and whimpers of self-pleasure. The class supervisor became aware also, went directly to Rodney's desk, and yanked his chair back, just in time for a roomful of craned necks to have their retinas seared with the image of young Rodney ejaculating tepidly over the edges of his pale shaking fist. He was excused from the rest of the class, and the strange thing was, despite the fact that the story got around almost instantly, it wasn't really mentioned and he wasn't picked on any more than usual (though he certainly wasn't picked on any *less*). I guess we all saw a little bit of ourselves in young Rodney.

The second time was after lights out, with all the childs tucked away in their blankets and assorted bedclothes. Rodney's covering was a polyester sleeping bag. You know, one of the ones that make a shitload of noise when you so much as exhale when ensconced within. With tedious inevitability the whole sorry scene unfolded, with the brother (this was a Catholic boarding school, incidentally) ripping back Rodney's sleeping bag, flicking on his torch, and shining it directly on the poor lad's tumescence. Not knowing quite what to do, the brother started yelling at Rodney to stop defiling himself. By now the whole dorm is awake and lights are starting to go on. But Rodney keeps at it, staring the brother directly in the eye. The brother actually pushes Rodney's hand away, but young Rodney quickly takes up the slack with his southpaw, and despite everything going on around him, simply will not stop until, with a mighty sigh, he unleashes his man-gravy across his stomach and pubes.

And then, he fell asleep instantly.
(The Turgid Dahlia, Sun 21 Jan 2007, 3:31, Reply)