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As first year graduate student, I had signed up to participate in a tutoring program. It would give me the opportunity to help out local high school kids in inner city schools. I arrived at Jackson high school the afternoon that the tutors would be meeting the students for the first time. On my way in, I had to stand in line to go through a metal detector at the front door. In front of me, in the line, were a couple of high school girls. I had to work hard not to look at them. One of them wore a tank top that barely covered her size c breasts, and skin tight yoga pants. The other wore a short skirt and sheer top stretched thin over her big breasts. I could see her pink bra through the top. I told myself I may be tutoring these girls. As I neared the front of the line a buff teenager walked up to the girls and asked them if he could budge in. The girls smiled and told him, "Of course!" They were obviously big fans of this tall teenager but I was pissed off. Shouldn't this kid have asked me to cut the line? I had known jocks like this when in high school. Arrogant guys who thought they were the shit. The teenager looked around finally and I expected an apology, but instead he seemed to see right through me. After this inauspicious start, I made my way to a classroom to meet the students. I said hi to Breanne, a peer-mentor of mine who was organizing the event. I also saw Deborah, a classmate who was participating as well. I took a seat and noticed the two girls walk in. I tried not to think about how I'd like to be paired with them. Then, to my annoyance, the big teenager walked into the class. Great, I thought. I knew it was very unlikely that I would be paired with him, which made me feel better. Breanne welcomed everyone and started reading off the pairs. "Deborah, you'll be with Brooke and Crystal. These two girls have requested that they stay together." The two girls I had noticed before smiled and waved to Deborah, who waved back. She got to my name. "David, you'll be working with Max. Say hi." I stood up and looked around expectantly, smiling because I wanted to make a good impression. Then my stomach dropped when the student's heads turned towards the big teenager. He stood up and walked over to me, a smirk on his face. I could see why those teenage girls liked him. He was well muscled, blonde, very handsome, in a surfer dude kind of way, and had a clear confidence. I found myself disliking Max immediately. Nevertheless, I put out my hand to shake. I had to give him a chance. First impressions weren't everything. At twenty-five years old, I was 5 foot 10 and somewhat lanky, but I thought I was decently built. However, isvecbahis when Max took my hand, I noticed how much bigger it was than my own. Max gripped my hand and it felt like a vice. At first, I tried squeezing hard back but soon found I wasn't able to anymore. Max's grip grew stronger and stronger. It seemed to be no strain to him since he didn't tremble or change his expression. I was about to yell in pain, when he let go, turned around and sat down without a word. I sat down, slightly shaken and unsure about how this pairing was going to work out. After the rest of the names were called they gave the tutors a couple minutes to get to know the high-schoolers. All the students got up and walked to sit across from their tutors, except for Max. He looked at me and nodded his head back, indicating I should come over there. I was angry but acquiesced because I didn't want to make a scene. I sat down and was about to ask Max a question but he beat me to it. "So David," he said, in a cocky voice. "What makes you think you're worthy of being my tutor?" I was taken aback, "This isn't an interview Max. I'm paired with you." "Okay David, nevertheless, answer the question." "Okay Max." I tried to match his cocky tone. "I did well in high school and got into a good college. I then did well in college and got into Graduate School. I think that says enough." "I don't doubt you're smart enough David. I'm sure all these tutors are. But most people just don't entertain me and aren't worth my time you. Do you think are?" As he said this, he leaned back and put his arms behind his head. His short sleeves showed off his massive biceps and I could make the outline of his huge pecs in his tight shirt. I was momentarily mesmerized. "David? Something wrong?" I snapped out of it and looked up to his cocky smirking face. "Max, you want to do well in school so I wouldn't question my help. It won't always be entertaining for you but hard work isn't supposed to be." At that moment, I looked up as Breanne said time was up. When I looked back, Max had gotten up and was standing in right front of me. His crotch was at eye level and I found myself looking at a huge outline of what looked like a third leg in his jeans. After a moment, I looked up at him with a blank expression and, still smirking, he said, "I think it'll be more entertaining than you think." I didn't reply and as he left. I watched his broad back and shoulders walk out of the room before I came to. What was that all about? This cocky teenage kid thinks he's all that. Fuck my life. Why did I have to be paired with him? I left the room as well and looked down the hall at Max. Brooke and Crystal isveçbahis giriş flanked him and he put his arms around both of them. As much as I despised him I couldn't help but thinking, "What a man!" ---- I went to sleep that night angry and uncomfortable. I kept picturing Max's arms and the outline of what must have been his dick in his pants. I told myself I was just a little jealous of this cocky sixteen year old kid because if I had been like that in high school, I could have gotten a whole lot more action. I went to sleep with images of Max in my head. When I woke up, I found I had snapped out of it. I realized that it wasn't healthy to have all this animosity towards Max. I tried to tell myself that he was just in that cocky teenage phase and that he still needed my help. Having put my mind at rest, I went through my week pretty care free, barely thinking of Max. But as we neared Friday, the mornings we met with the students, I found I had kind of a nervous excitement. However, I was sure that my feeling was just because it would be my first day tutoring. Friday morning came. I looked in the mirror before I went to the school. I was wearing jeans and a striped button down and I thought I looked good. I liked to keep up appearances to my classmates, but I was also thinking about Brooke and Crystal. I briefly wondered what Max would think about how I looked, but I pushed that thought away. Arriving at the school Breanne sent us to classrooms to tutor. Each classroom held six or seven pairs and as I walked in I noticed everyone seemed to be there but Max. I sat down at an open table and waited. Ten minutes into the sixty-minute session, I was annoyed. Twenty minutes in, I was pissed. At thirty minutes, I was fuming and was contemplating leaving. I looked over at Deborah, who was tutoring Brooke and Crystal a few desks over and she smiled sympathetically at me. Then I noticed her gaze shift and her expression slacken. She stared towards the door with her mouth slightly open. I turned around and there was Max, dripping with sweat and talking to Breanne. Breanne was giggling but stopped halfway through a giggle as she tried to compose herself. I stared at Max's profile. Though he was only a few inches taller than me he seemed to dominate the room. His dry-fit t-shirt was ironically soaked with sweat and sticking tight to his body. His chest stuck out four or five inches ahead of his arms and his triceps bulged with his hands in his back pockets. I realized I was staring and looked down at the desk. I suddenly remembered I was pissed at him. I heard footsteps approach and stop in front of the desk. "Hey Teach. Been isveçbahis yeni giriş waiting for me? I bet you're excited to see me." I angrily looked up. He was looking down at me, his figure dominating my vision. Sweat was dripping off his blonde hair, which was hanging over his face. "Max, this session started half an hour ago. Do you have any idea how bad of a start this is? Not to mention completely disrespectful." "Nah it's okay. I stayed a bit late in basketball practice. Breanne said not to worry about it." I became angrier. "Max you should let me know if you're going to be late. I have better things to do with my time you know." "Oh, I'm sure you do Teach," he answered, smiling a condescending smile. God he was handsome. "Here's the thing though, I'm all sweaty now so I need to go shower. Breanne said it would be okay if you continued this tutoring session at my family's apartment, it's only a couple blocks away." This immediately sounded like a bad idea to me. "I don't think that's allowed Max. Plus I don't have time now anyways, there's only half an hour left in the session." He stepped closer to me so that I was looking straight up at him. I was about to stand up but then a droplet of sweat fell off his nose and onto my lips. We both notice this and paused. I could smell the muskiness of the sweat on my lips and tasted the salt. Before I realized what I was doing, I licked my lips. Max broke into a big smile. "You just ask Breanne. Here's my address." He grabbed my arm and started writing on the back of my hand. "What the," I protested and feebly tried pulling back. "Hold still," Max demanded. His smile changed instantly to a menacing glare. I looked at him, startled, and kept still. He painfully wrote his address down on the back of my hand. I tried to show anger on my face, but I wasn't sure how I was feeling. With that, he walked out. Again, I found myself starting at his broad shoulders as he left the room. I walked over to Breanne who was looking down at some papers. "Hey Breanne. Max said that I should tutor him at his place but that seems like it would be against the rules. Plus I have studying of my own to do." Without looking up Breanne responded in a strangly timid voice, "No it's okay to go to their apartments. The students all signed waivers. He's got a test on Monday so he really needs your help, David. I think you should go." I paused before begrudgingly answering. "Fine, I'll go." ---- I was so pissed. This kid was getting away with whatever he wanted. Okay, I would go tutor him for like twenty minutes then say I have to go. I walked down the block and knocked on his apartment door. I was not prepared for what happened next. Max opened the door shirtless. I found myself looking at the body of a sixteen year old god. His pecs and shoulders were huge. He had at least an eight pack and his pelvic muscles made a V leading to his...