Frustration

Greg Anderton had quite the growth spurt over the summer -- he had finally hit puberty. He was an extremely late bloomer for some unknown reason. His peers were nearly fully developed, the boys sporting facial hair and muscular bodies and the girls sporting full chests and wide hips. Now that Greg had finally undergone this transformation, he fit in a bit better. However, he grew very rapidly over the summer, almost abnormally fast, shooting up more than a couple of inches in terms of height and...well, "down there." What Greg was most alarmed about however, was the explosion of his libido. He had, of course, previously found women to be easy on the eyes, but now he could barely see an attractive one without devouring her visually and subsequently becoming aroused -- teenage hormones drastically multiplied. And then it wasn't always necessary for him to see an attractive specimen for him to become aroused, he merely needed his wandering imagination or for the fabric of his pants to shift the right way.

The first few weeks of school caused a love/hate relationship to form: Greg was glad that he wasn't abnormal any longer and looked much less like a kid, but, on the other hand, his accelerated development made him uncontrollably horny. His libido had effectively taken control of much of his mental capacities. The girls at school became the objects of his ogling and his fantasies. He was very observant of the ones he thought desirable, he continuously looked them over: the long hair framing their cute faces and cascading down their backs, breasts straining against tight shirts, tight little tummies, wide alluring hips and round bottoms encased in tight jeans, and long slender legs supporting it all. That was what Greg saw ever day, and it drove him wild. He often longed to simply approach one of them from behind, wrap his arms around her, pull her in by the waist and start grinding his swollen cock against her firm ass while feeling up her wondrous bosom from behind. This, of course, leading to her being disrobed and sucking him off or taking him inside of her.

Making this come true, in any way, was out of Greg's reach at the moment. He was not desirable because of underdeveloped looks (although his new body was considerably more mature, so this problem was fading quickly), his reserved and timid nature, and general incompetence around the opposite sex. Maybe if he could just find out who was easy enough to give it up to him. Oh, you could tell who the sluts were, but they were only sluts for a certain brand of men, those at the top of the social ladder.

So, here he was, sitting in homeroom again, about to go through another day of frustration.