Chapter 1

For about four months Jeff continually walked around with a massive hard on. The four foot eight inch blonde navigated the Junior High School's halls with a ten inch rod poked down the left leg of his pants. This pipe-bomb's girth contrasted to the thirteen-year-old's scrawny frame. Hard, it measured two and three quarter inches across. His still growing hands failed to girdle its nearly nine inch circumference. He barely spun the scale's dial up to eighty pounds and in full arousal it seemed to him that "the anaconda" as he called it carried off a full ten of those.

His hormones hit hard that summer between seventh and eighth grade. He beat off nearly six times every day from June through August, but the start of the school year ended that. He had primed his system to handle forth-two ejaculations every week, and now he barely got seven. The lack of release between his departure for school at seven thirty in the morning and his return home around four o'clock meant that the boners started firming up more with every glimpse of hot teenage girl throughout the school day. Unfortunate for him, there didn't seem to be a dog in any of his classes: everything looked ripe for the plucking.

Compounding that, the hottest eight grade girl of them all was his twin sister. She walked to school with him. She shared five of his seven classes. She walked home with him.

The two gifted Frye children shared all of their core courses and Jeff only escaped Cathy's presence in gym and art. Furthermore, these were only odd/even classes. Eighth graders were only allowed one elective which alternated with their gym class. Jeff really lucked out (for once) in this. Cathy took choir instead of art and, because the art teacher also directed the choir, they couldn't be on the same day. This meant that he avoided her in gym class, too, else when the boys and girls shared the gymnasium, the scanty gym uniform that girls wore. So he possessed one hour out of every day when at least his sister's flamin' frame exited his mind.

Of course that didn't prevent him drooling over every other eighth grade girl scampering in and out of the locker room in their snugly fitted uniforms. Fortunately Mr. Morris usually kept them exhausted enough that only once had the snake come out during gym.

The gym teachers had scheduled a unit on First Aid for the third week of classes. The content of the course consisted of a cassette-tape narrated slideshow, so most of the week they spent their time sitting in the bleachers watching a screen and trying their best to hear the narration despite the gymnasium's echoing speaker system.

On Friday, they practiced. Everything went fine for about a half hour. Jeff paired off with Larry Steppe and practiced applying pressure to various potential injuries. They worked with the slings and applied a tourniquet to each other's arm. But then Mrs. Pinkerton, the girls gym teachers, decided to mix things up a little. She had apparently worked out that there were exactly as many boys as girls in class that day and insisted they pair up. Lacking anything more creative, she had them line up tallest to shortest. Jeff was the shortest eight grade boy. Candy Bush was the shortest girl.

"Oh no!" thought Jeff when he saw the outcome of the process.

Candy just smiled—she thought Jeff was cute and he was obviously one of the smartest guys in the class. He was in all four honors classes offered. He was also really nice to everyone. That of course tends to impress girls more than looks or brains anyway. She was glad that he would be her partner.

"I think I can make it through this. There's only fifteen minutes left anyway." Jeff thought.

"Now class, the first thing I want you to do is to put a pressure bandage on each other's forearms." Said Mrs. Pinkerton.

"Arms, that's a good safe body part." He thought. He was partly right.

Candy walked across the five or six feet separating the two lines of classmates and held out her arm.

"You do me first." She said and smiled with alabaster white, naturally straight and even teeth.

Jeff smiled back and could hardly take his eyes from hers. They were the prettiest blue eyes he had ever seen. The centers were baby blue and there was a dark blue ring around the circumference of each iris. He felt the first stirrings.

"Down boy." He thought and tore his eyes away to take her arm.

This hardly helped. When he took the arm, she moved closer and he could smell that fresh soapy smell that neat teenage girls exude. Additionally her arm was silky soft with a delicate tracery of light brown hairs. Engorgement continued, perhaps even accelerated.