Tre was desperate, it was his junior year in college, and he faced getting kicked off the basketball team because of his grades. Even though he was a starter, he just left the coach's office and was told if he didn't get out of academic probation by the end of the semester he was going to be off the team and have his scholarship revoked.
Tre had five classes this semester and as far as his required subjects, he was making solid Bs. He talked to his professors, they had allowed him to do some extra credit work or retake a couple of tests he missed. Strangely it was the one class that he thought was going to be the easiest that he had the F in, Music Appreciation. Tre loved music but he knew nothing about classical music or the history of music.
He had missed some classes and failed to do some of the work that was assigned. Even though he was warned on the first day by Mr. Chadwick, the professor of the class, that this would not be an easy ride just to bolster the students' GPA (exactly what Tre was trying to do). His class would require research and studying.
Tre had hoped that he could talk to Mr. Chadwick into letting him do some extra credit work so he might be able to raise his grade to a C. With a D or F, he would still remain in academic probation and his coach warned him he would have his scholarship taken away. The school's policy was not to pay to have students make bad grades. Tre left the gym and headed straight for the Fine Arts building.
Tre was a ladies' man. Just this semester, he had fucked three of the cheerleaders on the cheer squad. A couple of girls from his other classes and even the woman who worked at the omissions office that had a thing for the black athletes at the university. Tre, a young 21-year-old African American male, actually had a reputation, a rumor that went all around the campus about him; he had a huge cock.
Tre knew the ladies loved what he had as soon as his pants came down. He had heard it all from, "Wow!" to "Oh my God!" to "You got to be kidding me!" His cock was measured during his freshman year by a girl who lived in the dorm next to him that he had one of his first sexual experiences with. She pulled out a seamstress ruler when she saw it for the first time and told him he was 12" long and 7 1/2" thick.
He always was horny, his cock would easily get hard, even when he didn't think about sex. When he was in the mood, it never failed to get rock hard. Girls would giggle when he walked down the hall and many would treat him like a celebrity, not because of his being on the university's basketball team, but because everyone said had the biggest cock on campus.
As Tre walked across the campus to see Mr. Chadwick, he was greeted by either ladies that wanted to meet him, or some fans of the team. He was always getting approached, and he enjoy the notoriety. But along the way, he thought about how Mr. Chadwick was always tough on him, nothing like the other teachers. He didn't think his teacher liked him, so he knew it was going to be difficult to get his help.
Tre honestly worked hard to bring up the grades in his other classes. The professors were sympathetic to an athlete's brutal schedule and allowed him to do what was needed, all but Mr. Chadwick. He was well known to be a difficult teacher who resented students who took his class for easy As. If there was one teacher, he feared in asking to save him from failing, it was the one he was heading to see.
Mr. Chadwick loved music and not the type that most college students listened to; instead of Drake, he preferred Bach. He abhorred Megan Thee Stallion but loved Mozart. If the kids teased that he didn't like anything but elevator music, he would play some Coltrane and lecture to them how Jazz was the last true music that was produced in this country.
Kevin Chadwick was a 54-year-old music professor who lived near the campus that he worked at for the past 18 years. He had a degree in fine arts and played in a jazz band on the weekends. He was married, had three adult kids and was once named teacher of the year at the university. Female students were often attracted to him. He was a fit man and was actually handsome. He was dark haired, had a short, trimmed beard and wore glasses. He always dressed in a suit and tie but usually wore jeans and sneakers.
Mr. Chadwick simply didn't tolerate students who didn't make an effort in his classes. Some claimed his classes were tougher than some of the required classes, like math or history. He did offer to help anyone that would come to him after class if they needed it, but not to try to "take the easy road" as he put it.
His office was in the basement of the music department where they stored all of the instruments. Besides a janitor's closet, an electrical closet and another supply room, his was the only member of the faculty that had an office there. He liked it that way because that was what he requested.
People would say that he spent all of his free time in his office listening to classical and jazz music, it was his way to unwind. It was 4 pm on a Friday afternoon when Tre walked down the basement stairs to find Mr. Chadwick's office. Nearly everyone had left for the weekend, except for a few students that were practicing on their instruments in one of the rehearsal rooms on the second floor.
Since Tre had come from the gym, he was wearing a track suit with only a school tee shirt under it. He often didn't wear underwear because it felt so constrictive but obviously this meant his tremendous dong would often flop around when he wore the kind of clothes he was wearing now. It might also be why so many girls approached him when he walked around campus.
Tre kept rehearsing what he would say to convince the man to help. He looked around the basement. This was the first time Tre had visited Mr. Chadwick and he wasn't quite sure where his professor's office was. "Mr. Chadwick?!" Tre called out.
"Yes, over here!" He heard a voice come from around the corner.
Tre followed the sound and came up to the office door and stepped in. Mr. Chadwick's office was surprisingly large for a faculty member's office. Most were the size of a broom closet, his was the size of your typical living room. He had lined the walls with records on one side and posters of jazz concerts on the other. His desk was also surprisingly large. He had purchased it himself. Jazz music was playing at a level that made Tre have to speak up.
"Hey, Mr. Chadwick!" Tre exclaimed in an overly friendly way. He was hoping to catch the teacher, who was known to have a sour disposition most of the time, in a good mood.
"No, Mr. Miller." Mr. Chadwick interrupted. Even before Tre could make any kind of conversation.
"Wh... what?" Tre asked surprised.
"I'm sure you are here to ask me if there is something you can do to get your grade up. Let me just cut to the chase and tell you, no Mr. Miller." Mr. Chadwick had a habit of calling the male students by their last name, the female students were called by their first name.
"But...but, Mr. Chadwick!" Tre tried to protest.
His professor simply raised his hand in a stop gesture and said, "You were given plenty of opportunities to at least bring it up to a C. Did you turn in your report on The Romantic era?"
