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My Superman - 01 by tReSe Copyright Friday Trese Co. 1999
The First Day
"Sorry, I'm late," said the teenager grasping for air as he approached the desk of his professor.
"You should be..." the professor looked at his watch, "... a minute more, and I would have mark you absent. Where's your class card."
The teenager opened his backpack, and searched for his organizer. It took him sometime to rummaged inside his bag, for it contained a lot of his school stuff mixed with some of his worn clothes. When he found what he was looking for, he immediately gave it to his instructor.
"Ok, Aloysius, you may sit down," said the man to his student.
As Aloysius scanned the room, he noticed that the only chair available was the one in front of teacher's desk. Damn, he said to himself. He wished that he could be seated at back of the classroom, so no one would see him if ever he decided to take a nap during the class. Reluctantly, he took his seat. After being seated, his instructor began introducing himself.
"Good Morning, I am Mr. Christopher Garcia. You may call Mr. Garcia or Sir Chris. I'll be teaching General Psychology."
After that Mr. Garcia started writing the course outline on the board behind him.
Since Aloysius entered the classroom, it was only now that he realized how resplendent looking the man in front of him. In all of his student life, he never had a teacher as gorgeous as Mr. Garcia before. His instructor hair, eyes, eyebrows, nose, and rosy luscious lips reminded him of Christopher Reeve, the actor who portrayed Superman in the big screen during the 1980's. What a coincidence! But their similarities end there. The Christopher that was now in the same room with Aloysius was somewhat horizontally challenge. He was only 5'5. Dressed in baby blue long-sleeves, which was rolled a bit to his elbow, it contrasted with his tan arms. And when Aloysius shifted his eyes down to the man's trim waistline he was rewarded with Chris' protuberant buttocks. It was poorly hidden inside of his khaki slacks.
Aloysius felt that his body temperature was about to reach its maximum boiling point, as he stared at Chris. Especially, when he would have occasional glimpse of Chris' bulging basket every time the latter would turn around to consult his notes on the desk as he writes on the blackboard. Wow, thought Aloysius to himself, where this guy lack in height, he sure did gain it in length.
How convenient the situation was for Aloysius. While Mr. Garcia was busy with what he was doing and the rest of the class was busy taking down notes, he was sure that no one would notice that lustful look in his eyes towards his teacher. Though, he still had plenty of time where he could gawk unobserved, he opted not to push his luck. He willfully broke his gaze from Chris and started scribbling in his notebook.
Part 2: To be continued . . .
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