Chapter 1

Peter Misik put his head in his hands over his chemistry book. This, he reflected, was a treacherous subject. It seemed straightforward, and then a little additional knowledge - in this case the second law of thermodynamics - made everything a mystery again. He shook off his frustration and prepared to reason through it again.

"PETER!" Yelled his Mom from downstairs.

"Coming Mom!" Responded the student with some relief. He closed the book and walked to the head of the stairs.

His mother stood at the bottom holding a spatula and looking slightly frazzled. "Sorry to bug you honey, but Mrs. Jasper needs a hand shutting off her smoke alarm. Would you mind?"

Peter was delighted to abandon his homework for a while, and took the stairs three at a time.

"No problem, Ma. I'll be back in a few."

Mrs. Jasper was an extremely attractive young redhead who lived next door. She was married to a much older and rather homely man who did some kind of work that took him out of town frequently. Peter assumed he was gone now and thus the need for mechanical help. As he approached the house he could hear the muted, but still piercing shriek of the alarm.

[At this point there is some information that may be of interest to the reader. Peter is an intelligent, inquiring 17 year old, who has been hugely blessed, (and I do mean huge). Not only is he tall and good looking, but also he has a very large dick. For those of you who love numbers, he hangs about six inches long totally unstimulated (which is seldom the case). And not only THAT, his scrotum, filled with a pair of egg-sized testicles, hangs down even farther. It is occasionally a nuisance (like when it gets caught in his zipper), but the advantages, as he is discovering, far outweigh the problems.]

Peter wondered briefly if he should have changed out of his baggy gym-shorts and put on some underwear. He dismissed the thought quickly, reasoning that he'd only be there a couple minutes.

Shelley Jasper answered the doorbell before Peter had removed his finger from the button. Blasted with the full volume of the alarm, he wondered how she had heard the bell at all. Peter smiled at the frazzled woman, walked straight to the alarm behind her and twisted it off the wall. The sudden silence was wonderful.

"Awful things, aren't they?" He said, holding it in his hand.

She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed tightly, burying her face in his chest.

"If that stupid thing had gone on one more second, I'd have lost my mind!" She said in a muffled voice.

Shelley pulled her head back to look at him, "Thank you SO much! I couldn't reach it. I couldn't lift the ladder off the wall in the garage. I was about to flip completely out!"

Peter chuckled, "Yeah, I know. You gotta wonder how many people get driven nuts by these things in a year."

He reset the alarm and put it back in place by standing on tip-toe.

"Would you like me to get your ladder down, Mrs. Jasper?" He said, "Or was that just for this particular aggravation?"

"You've just saved my sanity Peter, please call me Shelley. And yes, if you wouldn't mind taking the ladder down, I could hang my new pictures."

"No problem. Just show me the way."

As Shelley moved through the kitchen, Peter had a chance to check her out at close range. Her short black robe showed off some stunning legs, and as she walked, it accented the flexing of her round bottom. Her dark red hair was lush and hung well below her shoulders.

He felt his cock lurch slightly as he appreciated the view. Remembering his lack of underwear, he tried to shift his thoughts back to chemistry.

When Peter saw how the Jasper family ladder was stored, it became immediately clear why Mrs. Jasper was unable to deal with it.

He exclaimed, "Well Jeez! No wonder you couldn't get it down!"

The thing hung horizontally about six feet off the ground, and while Shelley was not weak, she was only about five foot two, and would've had to balance it very precariously to lift it down.

Peter lowered the ladder effortlessly, and got an eyeful of Shelley Jasper's lightly freckled cleavage as he turned to set it down. His penis ratcheted up another notch before he was able to rein his brain back to thermodynamics.

Shelley caught his look and the resultant blush, and shivered with the realization that she was turning on this gorgeous boy.

"Do you need a hand with the pictures?" He asked a little nervously.

"Oh thanks Peter, but I've bothered you enough this evening. I can get them."

He smiled and said candidly, "Actually you rescued me from my chemistry book which was driving me as crazy as your smoke alarm. It's no bother."

Mrs. Jasper laughed and said, "OK then, I hope you won't regret it!"

Peter couldn't think of a response except to widen his eyes inviting further instruction.

She hesitated for a beat, then said, "I've got two framed prints I want to hang in the bedroom. The wire is on'em. I just need to put the little hooky-things on the wall."

"Little hooky-things are my forte."

That got a winning smile, "Oh good! Do you need a hand with the ladder?"

"I don't think so, I'll just follow you."

Fortunately it was enough of a struggle negotiating the stairs that Peter was able to regain control of his hormones.

The Jasper home had moldings at the ceiling which Shelley's hooks fit right into. Then it was a matter of rather tedious leveling and retying of the wires to hang the pictures.

Shelley insisted upon holding the ladder while Peter attached and tied the wires. So focused on the job at hand was the young man, that he was oblivious to the view he was giving her as he stretched and balanced on the ladder.

Shelley, on the other hand, having glimpsed Peter's full scrotum, was totally unable to stop peeking up his shorts. She found herself so powerfully turned on by the sight of his dangling genitals that she became slightly dizzy and her vagina began to feel very warm and slippery.

As Peter stepped down the ladder from hanging the first picture, Shelley put a hand on his muscular thigh to steady him. Her hand stayed there as he descended until it ran right up under his shorts. He gasped as he felt her fingernails graze his balls.

"Umm. Uh. Where do you want this other one?" Peter asked in a strangled voice, his dick lurching out of control.

Shelley smiled hungrily at his discomfort. "Peter, I want to see it."

"The picture?" He said stupidly.

She shook her head, looking at him. "No."

They both looked down at Peter's shorts where a tent was rapidly growing.