Max begs to pass

"I have to pass this assignment sir." Max walked around to the side of Jonathan's desk. Kneeling down, he grabbed the front of Jonathan's pants and began messing with the zipper.

Johnathan jumped up, stepping back and pushing his chair with him.

"What the hell!"

Max jumped to his feet. "Look, I need this grade!" Max folded his arms as if accentuating his point.

As a senior member of the college football team, Max was imposing. His build was wide and heavy set, rippling with muscles. His hair was shaved on the sides with just enough length on the top for him to religiously comb it back.

"Well you're not doing..." Johnathan blushed. "You're not doing that!"

Suddenly...