# **Chapter 1 | Jacob**
I stuffed my dick back into my jeans for like the hundredth time. Whatever position I tried, it still looked like there was a fucking sausage down there. I’d gotten by over the summer with a desperate combination of gym clothes, loose cotton PJs, and swim trunks, but school didn’t permit “casual apparel” during class hours.
Honestly, I hadn’t realized how bad it was until I tugged a fresh pair of Levi’s up over a fat slab of morning wood, and walked by the full-length mirror next to my door.
It looked like a banana, except bananas don’t grow that long.
“Goodbye, dorky reputation,” I smirked, shamelessly admiring the rest of me.
I looked pretty good. A definite B minus on looks. I took after my mom, thank God, who was — not be gross or anything — a *super* hot blond, and while I was getting pretty muscular for my age. Having no friends, eating like a pig, and working out on your dad’s neglected Bowflex all summer had certainly changed my body.
I even had real, actual, no bullshit abs, not that anyone outside my family had ever seen them.