You know that point when a guy is finally set into the way he is going to look for a while? You know what I mean, body type, complexion, and all that jazz. Yeah well that was where I was in my life. My face had finally cleared up, and I had finally reached what I viewed as physical perfection. I was about 6’1”, had golden blonde hair that was shaggy and hung in front of my face just enough to hide my crystal blue eyes, I was very lean but well defined, six pack of abs, hard chiseled pecs, nice muscular arms and legs, and a perfect ass. I mean literally perfect, it was just the right combination of muscle and fat, just enough so that it was firm but still had the right amount of jiggle. Not being one to brag but I had the total package. And not to mention, I had a very nice cock. About 7” long and very wide. So yeah I believed I had achieved physical perfection. And it just so happened that my 18th birthday was about four weeks ago. So I was legal and beautiful. And to top it all off, I had finally figured out a way to get an A in everything. That’s right, I was not only beautiful, and a tad bit cocky, but I was now a straight A student.

I am now a junior and college and I have an impeccable academic record. But there was one class that was not going smoothly for me. So I decided to use my special trick, however I wasn’t sure if it would work simply because this was my first male professor. But I had to try didn’t I? So I decided I would try the next time I had his class.

I woke up the next day and went through my usual routine. Work out at 5, shower at 6, breakfast at 7:30, and then my first class of the day, which happened to be his. And if it worked, it would more than likely be my only class of the day. I walked into class and sat in the front row. He looked at me weird being that I was usually a back row participant but didn’t say anything. He went on with his lecture about microbiotics and how they can affect larger organisms that he had started last class and I actually started taking notes. He once again gave me a very weird look but continued with his lecture. However, he kept looking at me, as if he was studying me, and that is when I knew my method would work.

I waited around until most of the class had left and I then went to talk to him. Professor Holly was in his early 30s and this was his first year teaching at university. He was very fit for his age, although being that he always dressed very professionally, I didn’t know what his body looked like, without a 3 piece suit on. I am not gay, but I really wanted an A. I mean why screw up my academic record now?

“Hey Professor Holly I’m Jasper.” I introduced myself.

“Yes Mr. Higgins I know who you are. Is there something I can help you with?” He asked with his back to me.

“Yes actually I was wondering if there was some way I might be able to receive some kind of extra credit. I would be willing to do anything for it,” I said with a tone to