Zack was always one of the smartest kids in class. He had a good memory and recall so things just stuck with him. You only had to give him your phone number once and he could recite it months or even years down the line. This meant that test and such were easy for Zack and he could exploit this for his own gain. Back in high school he would offer tutouring and loved it when the dumb jocks would pay for help. Zack also found that he could also read people well and knew how to press people's buttons. Well the wrong buttons sometimes. Often he found himself finding his jock clients got a little pissed off at his intellect but Zack could also find what turned them on at the same time.
One session ended when the big burly defense man almost hate fucking Zack lovingly.
Here at college Zack has noticed that the bigger they are, the dumber they are.
Who is on his radar?
Mario, the big hairy Italian chef student with a big barrel gut and powerful upper body?
Charles, the flabbiest guy Zack has even seen. Rolls upon rolls with a soft low hanging gut that cascades over his waist line.
Chet, the football running back, a solid wall of muscles, except maybe in his head?
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