Sarah and I never talked about what happened during the physical examination. It was so embarrassing that I couldn't bear to bring it up. We were both more stressed after our grades plummeted and we fell in class rank. It also affected our sex lives, as we were constantly stressed and studying instead of fucking like rabbits as we'd done in college.
Two weeks after the physical, we took our first written exam. Sarah and I both studied relentlessly, hoping to improve our average. But when we received our grades, we both scored high C's. Apparently med school was harder than we thought.
In order to focus on studying, I had decided to drop out of intramural basketball. But I still went to the gym every couple of days to work out. Running on the treadmill and lifting a few weights was a good way to let off steam.
The day after Sarah and I received our written exam grades, I was working out at the gym when I noticed a basketball game going on. The cardio room had a clear line of sight to the basketball court through large, clear windows. Down below were med students and law students playing what looked to be a fierce game. As I jogged on the treadmill, I noticed Xander on the court, playing his usual position of point guard.
It looked like Xander was tearing it up—driving to the rim and scoring three-pointers almost at will. I was impressed that he still had time to hoop around, and jealous that his skills were still improving. I wish I could've joined a team, but was instead relegated to running on the treadmill.
When I went to the locker room after my workout, I was surprised to see Xander already changing. There was this scrawny kid who looked awkward and lanky, but his teammates were cheering him on for winning the game. "You scored 30 points!" someone screamed. "That was SICK!!!!"
The law and med students were both using the locker room and slowly stripping off their shirts and basketball shorts. Completely by chance, the locker I had chosen happened to be next to Xander's once again.
"Oh hey man!" he said when he noticed me. "Why weren't you out on the court today?"
"Oh you know...trying to spend more time studying and with the girlfriend," I replied.
"Well, we could've used your help dominating these law students even more," he joked. Apparently the med students had won by quite a lot.
"That would've been fun!" I replied.
As we made small talk, everyone around us started taking off their underwear and heading for the showers. Some people wrapped towels around their waists before they slid down their jockstraps, hiding any sight of their penises. But most of the med students and law students were so confident that they felt comfortable stripping completely naked. I had never been afraid to show off my dick back in college, but now I knew that my normally impressive cock looked pathetic in comparison to Xander's.
Shyer than usual, I placed my towel in front of my crotch as I followed Xander to the showers. As we walked through the locker room, with his towel hanging over his shoulders, nearly everyone gawked at this 5'7" teenage dude. He was the shortest and scrawniest guy in the locker room, but packing an anaconda where it counts, and clearly more hung than every law student that he had just dominated in basketball.
Once we got to the open showers, I was able to look more closely at the law students. While each of them looked tall and attractive with "pretty boy" good looks, their flaccid penises were only 2-3 inches long. Even my 4-inch softie looked big in comparison; but Xander truly put all of us to shame.
"It's no wonder we beat them on the basketball court," Xander joked when we hit the showers. I laughed as we both showered next to each other like two cocky med students.
"Hey man," Xander said, as we kept showering off and soaping up our cocks. "How'd you do on that written exam?"
"Oh, I did okay," I replied, somewhat dishonestly. "It could've gone better."
"Yeah, I thought so too," he said. "I felt pretty confident but the prof docked me a point on a couple of questions."
"Oh wow," I said, somewhat stunned. I had been docked dozens of points on many questions—not just a few.
"At least there was a curve," Xander continued, "so I could still get back up to 100%."
Fuck, I thought. This 19-year-old still had perfect grades and was at the very top of our class.
"Good for you, man," I said. This guy's such an asshole, I thought.
"Well let me know if you and your girlfriend want to study together sometime," Xander said. "It might be nice to team up on the next one."
"I'll keep that in mind," I replied. But in my head, I thought, yeah right. The last thing I wanted was to team up with this cocky asshole or let that massive, ridiculous cock come near my girlfriend ever again. With one last look at Xander's thick, low-hanging donkey dick, I went back to my locker, dried off, and left the gym.
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As Sarah and I were preparing for our next exam later that week, I mentioned what happened in the locker room when I ran into Xander. Avoiding any mention of his basketball dominance or his absurdly large cock, I said that he scored 100% on the last exam.
"Holy shit!" Sarah said. "He must really be some kind of whiz kid."
I also accidentally let slip that Xander had renewed his offer to help us study. "Hmmm," she replied. "Maybe we should take him up on it."
I told Sarah I had zero interest in ever talking to him again and thought we'd be better off studying on our own, as we'd always done in college. But Sarah was persistent. "Come onnnnnnn," she said. "He must be doing something we're not, which is why he's scoring such good grades! Let's just study with him one time to discover his secret. Then we can go back to doing our own thing."
When my girlfriend makes her mind up, she's extremely compelling, so I decided to agree and invite Xander over to study. Sarah then picked up her phone and called him.
"Oh hey," he replied. "Of course I'd love to come over! It'd be a real honor to study with you guys." Sarah gave him our address and Xander said he'd be over later that night.
When Xander arrived, Sarah and I were already actively hitting the books. We had been cramming for several days and nights, but for some reason the information wasn't sticking. Now that the test was tomorrow, it was serious crunch time.
Xander was actually quite a gentleman when he arrived. He brought energy drinks, homemade brownies, and flash cards that he'd been using to study. Once he showed up, we dove right into quizzing each other and discussing the material. Xander gave me and Sarah quite a few tips on how to retain information. After a couple hours, Sarah had mastered most of the material, but I was still lagging just a bit behind.
Feeling frustrated, I went into the kitchen and saw the homemade brownies that Xander made. I'm a life-long stress eater and nothing makes me feel better than eating a bunch of junk food. So I took a bite, then another, and another. Pretty soon I'd stuffed five brownies down my mouth trying to sooth my stress and frustration.
When I walked back to the living room, where Sarah and Xander were studying, I felt a bit dizzy. "I need to sit down," I said.
"Oh no!" Xander exclaimed. "Did you eat a brownie?"
