Date: Thu, 25 Oct 2001 12:03:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Original Guy <originalkindaguy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Cool: Part 1

	This story is purely fictional and is not based on true
occurence. If you are not of age to read this please exit immediately.


English 101
By Originalkindaguy

	I never was a particularly shy teenager. I involved myself in
almost everything that would attract attention to me. But by far my
favorite hobby was acting. The only reason I started acting was to make my
mother happy, and to get out of the house. I also knew at a very early age
that I was gay. I never really liked girls as more than friends. But when I
was around jocks and handsome men I nearly came on the spot.
	When I entered my ninth grade year I had had many crushes and many
escapades that for me were a way of life and for my partners it was just a
way to waste time. In my ninth grade year I was overridden with hormones,
erections were always a problem and I had to relieve myself at least three
or four times daily.
	The first day was interesting to say the least. I met all of my new
teachers and was happy to have met my first ever male core teacher. His
name was Mr. Cooley. I fell in love on the spot. He walked into the
classroom carrying a brief case and wearing tight tan jeans and a regular
teacher. When he first walked in I thought that he had to be a student. But
I was so wrong.
	He stood at the front of class and explained his theory on life:
"I'm Mr. Cooley your English One teacher. I am thirty years old and I don't
want to be here as much as you do. I think life is made for living and the
only reason I am working is because I have to pay the bills. My first name
is not important at this time and no, for all who care, I am not married."
	I was in love. From my seat in the classroom I could see underneath
his desk and couldn't wait for him to sit down so I could get a good look
at his crotch. As if he were reading my mind he sat down and gave me a view
that I could have only dreamed of. I started at his head and worked my way
down.
	His hair was light brown and had a wave-like style that sat on his
head. His eyes were hazel green and his facial structure was more than
Adonis. His neck lead to his chest which was (as far as I could tell)
sculpted to perfection. His arms were well muscled but not bulky. I came to
the decision that he had to work out every day to look that perfect.
	Finally my eyes met the prize that I wanted to win. His crotch was
bulging. It looked like he had a rolled up snake in his pants, a boa
constrictor. His legs looked as good as the rest of his body. Out of my
experiences I have become very good at guessing dick length form looking at
bulges. He had to be at least ten inches!
	I made my eyes focus on his bulge while I listened to his
lecture. "Today is a free day because I don't feel like working." The class
cheered and broke up into groups. I remained in my seat so that my view
would not be lost. A few of the girls form the class went up to talk to him
but luckily none of them stepped in my field of vision.
	After about a minute of intense staring I noticed that his hand was
slowly making it's way down his leg. I about jumped out of my skin! He was
going to "adjust himself" for me. Well not for me but he was! Little did I
know that I had lost track of time and the bell rang. His hand jerked away
from it's target and went onto the desk. I looked up to pick up my things
and was startled to see that he was watching me and smiling...

Tell me if I should continue...Originalkindaguy@yahoo.com