I had just had a really lousy day in school. 11th grade had recently been kicking my butt; High school had always been lousy for me, but this year was the most frustrating. The work load had made a quantum leap from what I had done in 10th grade. My part-time job became all the more demanding. My home-life became incredibly tense and a bit hostile. And finally and most importantly, the entire school became a volcano of raging hormones. Ever since puberty, all the guys in my class seemed to talk about was girls - which girl had the best rack, the best ass, which ones they wanted to fuck. I had noticed how all the girls in my class began to develop as well, but I was never that interested; at least not to the point of obsession all your friends seemed to be at. However, things suddenly changed. Before long, most of the guys I hung out with had finally shut-up with all their immature boy-talk, and instead took action. Almost everyone I knew had a girlfriend. And I was the obvious exception to this phenomena.
I was bummed out that I didn't have a girlfriend. I wished that I could score one of the popular ones that every other guy wanted; one with a buxom chest and a perfect heart-shaped bottom. But none of them would go for a loser like me; I wasn't all that athletic, and I wasn't all too smart either. I didn't have any interest in after-school activities, so there really wasn't much to me. So I kept all my frustrations bottled up inside. There really wasn't anyone I could talk to about this; my dad died when I was a kid, and my mother wouldn't understand. And I definitely couldn't talk to my younger sister about this.
I finally entered my home shortly after 4:30 that afternoon. I saw my younger sister and my mom putting on their jackets and shouldering their purses.
"Hey there, Sweetie," my mom said to me. "We're just on our way out to shop for your sister's home-coming dress."
I turned to my sister and asked, "You're going to home-coming?" I asked her.
"Yeah; what's it to you?" she asked. I was even more frustrated that my younger sister got asked to the dance already. We always had an intense rivalry. She seemed to inherit our mom's good looks, and ever since she hit puberty, she'd come into her own as a young woman. Meanwhile, I was just another average looking guy who couldn't drum up enough courage to even ask for a date.
"Oh I'm sure he's just being a concerned big brother," My mom defended me. "Do you want to come with us?"
"No thanks mom," I said. "I had a long day at school. I just wanna go to my room and relax." My mom didn't press the matter anymore than that; she knew I'd be bored at the mall shopping for dresses, and she knew my sister didn't want me around anyway.
I was finally able to go to my room. I threw my bag down on my bed and sat-down in my computer chair at my desk. I sat there quietly frustrated, trying to get all of my problems out of my head. My sister made me angry a lot; when we were kids she was more athletic and stronger than me. Whenever we argued, it eventually devolved into a wrestling match. When we were smaller, it was always just playful rough-housing. But then when we got older, she got more competitive...She'd do anything to win; even striking me hard in the groin.
My balls began to ache when I thought of that. I crossed my legs trying to make the feeling go away, but it just seemed to remind me even more of the times my sister kicked or punched them in order to beat me into submission. I was beginning to worry I'd get testicular torsion because of this. The pain was like an odd muscle cramp. I undid my pants and reached my hand down the front. I lightly cupped my hand underneath them and lightly began to rub; the massage made them feel a little bit better.
The thought of my sister bullying me went away. It seemed to fade as I sat there, lightly fondling myself. Though once those thoughts left me, I couldn't get the thoughts of large breasted women with great booties out of my head. I sat back in my chair and realized how frustrated I was.
I was never one for masturbating; I always thought of it as some kind of cheat or it somehow made me weak. Plus if the other guys I knew ever found out, they'd give me hell for it. Plus if my mom or sister ever walked in, that would be even worse.
But right now, I was the only one home...And I had so much sexual tension built-up. I figured that desperate times called for desperate measures. I slid my boxers down below my scrotum and sat there. I rolled my chair up to my desk and began to surf the internet. I looked up pictures of busty, buxom women. Before long the images on my screen had me fully erect. Although, soon they became superfluous as my imagination took over; I began thinking about all the beautiful teen girls my age, and even some of the smoking hot teachers I had at my school.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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