Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2001 13:36:06 EST
From: Original Guy <originalkindaguy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Cool Part 3

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

	Thank you to all of the people who have urged me to continue
writing this story.

Where we left off last time:

	I opened the notebook and found a note written on the first page of
notebook paper:

Hey, I didn't mean to frighten you earlier. I was just being...friendly. I
want to have a little chat with you later today, if that is at all
possible. I will be in my classroom after school until five. Please, if at
all possible, come see me...

Mr. C

	My heart began to beat overtime. My mind raced searching for a
viable reason for not going to see Mr. Cooley. I could find no such reason
and I knew that in my heart I needed to become comfortable around him or
life would be hell all year.

	I stuffed the notebook in my backpack, it would be an extra for my
meeting with Mr. Rosy Palm and his four sons. I closed my locker and began
to slowly walk towards his classroom. I patted myself on the back mentally
for having the courage to go see him.

	I walked down the English hall and stopped at his door. There I
found yet another note:

I had to help the coaches with football practice. I will be in the locker
room...

Zack

English101
By Originalkindaguy

	My dick jumped in my pants. The thought of the locker room was more
than I could handle. Now I had a pulsing, aching, blue-ball hard on. I had
to get to the locker room and talk to Mr. C as soon as possible so that I
could go home and relieve the rock hard boner stuck in the confines of my
pants.
	I looked around and found the hall to be empty. So, I reached down
into my pants and adjusted my cock to a position that was less
noticeable. I gave it a few quick strokes and started walking towards the
locker room. As I left the hall I extracted my hand from my pants and
briskly walked down the hall and to the right. I could see the locker room
doors just a head.
	Just then I stopped. I had the feeling that I was being watched. I
slowly turned around I saw nothing. Not only am I horny I'm paranoid. I
felt like the men in the white suits should be coming for me any
minute. But still, I just know someone is or was watching me.
	I began to jog towards the doors. But then my mind finally overcame
my excitement about going to the locker room. I realized that football
practice wasn't supposed to begin until next week. I remembered clearly
hearing that announcement on the loud speaker. I stopped in my tracks.
	I couldn't figure out what I was supposed to think. Should I go in?
Should I go home? All I knew was that the hottest man on earth was in one
of the most erotic places on earth. I had to go in.
	I began to slowly gain control over my legs. One foot after
another. Before I knew it my hand was on the door knob of the locker
room. I could feel my dick pulsating from the excitement turned the door
knob and pulled. The door opened and I stepped in. The locker room was
large with rows of large red lockers lining the walls and on one side of
the room a hallway led to a storage facility, on the other a doorway that
led to the showers.
	The room was dank and smelled of men. It was lighted by small
overhead light fixtures giving the room a mysterious look. It felt like I
was in some kind of a fog. I listened for any sound that would give me an
idea as to where Mr. Cooley might be. The only thing that I heard was...a
shower.
	I couldn't think past my waist. My erection was now pouring precum
all over my boxer briefs. My legs wouldn't move and my mind raced with
thoughts that only provoked my boner to become more excruciating. I looked
around to make sure that I was alone and then began to walk slowly towards
the entrance to the showers.
	As I got closer I made out a pile of clothes laying on one of the
benches close to the shower. I forced my eyes to focus on them. What I saw
was what I had been wishing to see. A pair of tan jeans and a shirt. Mr. C,
Zack, was in the shower...naked.
	About five feet ahead of me the light from the shower room poured
through the doorway. I heard a noise behind me and whipped around to see
what was planning to ruin the moment that I had been wishing for. I then
realized it was the janitor. They were required to walk around the building
at the end of the day to make sure that all the doors were locked.
	I began to worry that if he found it to be unlocked he would come
in to see who was inside. But instead to my relief I heard the lock click
into place. Everything was beginning to seem too surreal. Too perfect. Like
it was planned.
	My legs took over themselves and propelled me to the entrance to
the showers. There I saw the object of my desires. Mr. Cooley was in the
corner shower with his back to me. I looked at him closely. His back
muscles were defined and toned . His spinal cord led down to his two
perfectly round buns that almost made me cum in my pants.
	His legs were perfectly defined and had hair that was slicked down
due to the water. He lifted his arms into the air and began to shampoo his
head. I could see a little sample of his armpit hair, I wanted to leap
forward and lick his arm pits up and down until my tongue fell off.
	He massaged his scalp and rubbed the lotion into his hair. The next
thing to occur was the inevitable. He had to wash it out. Thereby making
himself turn around to get underneath the shower head. He turned slowly,
enjoying the heat and pressure. His pecs came into view...perfect. His abs
came into view...washboard. Then a light trail...a treasure trail.
	I followed the trail to the prize. There hanging between his legs
laid the perfect cock. Nestled in a forest of dark pubes his cock was soft
and looked to be about five inches...SOFT! Below the monster were two
walnut sized balls. Big and round and hairy, balls. I still to this day do
not know what kept me from shooting my load in my pants.
	I was frozen in that spot. My eyes were locked on the beast that I
wished to wrap my lips around and suck until it rained it's man juice all
over me. As I stared at his man cock it began to swell. I thought that it
was just my eyes or my imagination but I soon found that it was growing.
	It continued to swell until it was as rock hard as the dick in my
pants. It stood out at a ninety degree and looked to be about ten and a
half inches. I was amazed. My eyes remained locked and focused as a new
member entered the picture. A hand was slowly enclosing around the shaft of
Mr. C's dick. I followed the hand up to the face that it belonged to. There
I saw the same sneaky smile...

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