From Boy to Man - Pt. 01

From boy to man -- Part 1 The masterplan

Friday afternoon.

Harold, just back from his classes, in his private room at home, paged listlessly through the new porno magazine he bought that day.

He was a 18 year old healthy youngster, in his last year of secondary education.

In an institution, run by friars.

Harold was full of ambitions. He intended to go to a good university to study medicine or engineering.

That required him to pass a series of very demanding final exams at the end of the year.

His curriculum was quite high level and included many different subjects.

So practically all he did, apart from attending his daily classes, was studying; he had no time to spare for other activities like sports training or dating girls. He was still a virgin.

His parents had bought him a rowing machine, to help him to keep working on his physical conditions; it fitted easily in his large, private room. Through regular exercise, which he could combine with his studying, Harold had developed a well-shaped, muscular body.

Harold had an above average libido. He was often craving for sex, but he found no ways to satisfy the sexual desires he felt. There was no woman who could take care of him, and he did not have the means to visit prostitutes.

He could not hope for any understanding from his old-fashioned parents, and even less so from his pious teachers, for his struggles with his sexual tensions; to them, sex was a non-issue.

He therefore relied on masturbation every day to relieve his tensions. He looked for sources for his sexual arousal in the soft porno magazines he bought regularly.

He realized that such experience of one's sexuality was quite poor; that real sex with a woman would be vastly more fulfilling and satisfying.

This realization was further confirmed to him by reading a book that he came upon by accident. It was called "The new joy of sex" and it had a wealth of guidance on the enjoyment of sexuality by women and men alike. It was lavishly illustrated, in a loving and respectful way, with depictions of sexual practices between realistic and attractive partners. Without any perversities; very different from the text and pictures in the porno magazines!

Harold however, due to his lack of partners, had no other options than masturbation, to ease his sexual tensions.

Due to the relentless masturbation, he grew an impressive male organ, and came to produce copious amounts of semen, which had to be drained off daily.

That is why Harold found himself that Friday afternoon paging again through the latest porn magazine, in search of new sources of excitation and of inspiration for his erotic fantasies. It appeared to him once more that he had already seen it all: the same old pictures of women and men copulating in all sorts of artificial positions and engaging in the same practices as always.

Little did he know that day that rescue was on the way...

Harold's only weekly diversion from his home-based studying was Friday night baby sitting at the home of friends of his parents. Friday was their night out of the week.

Not only could he earn some pocket money, but he could continue to study undisturbedly in their home. The children, one year old twins, seldom woke up before the time their parents arrived back home.

Lydia and Glen McPherson were very comfortable with Harold babysitting as they knew that, in case of real problems, he could always contact his mother for assistance. They lived not far away from Harold's home.

The McPhersons were a very sympathetic couple in their early forties. He was an airline pilot and she a maths teacher at the local college.

They insisted, from the beginning, that Harold call them by their first names: Lydia and Glen.

They had had their two children rather late. In fact, Lydia was still breast feeding her twins and, every time, directly after she had returned home on Friday night, she excused herself and went to the baby room to feed them.

Lydia was a brunette, of medium height, with broad hips and large breasts; a warm personality, very feminine and she always exuded a delightful freshness. She was attractive, and she had distinct maternal traits, and several of her young male students secretly had a crush on her.

She was well-bred, member of an old family of intellectuals, and her use of the language was a bit posh. In combination with her sexy appearance that was titillating to men.

Glen was a square and sturdy male. He had served ten years in the Navy, as a pilot.

His current job, as an airline pilot, required him to stay in good physical condition.

Harold imagined that they had an active and vigorous sex life and secretly envied them for that.

Over time, he had become very familiar with the McPhersons; he went to see them also sometimes during the weekends, whenever Glen was at home. They lived nearby and these visits provided welcome, short interruptions of his relentless studying.

Harold shared for example with Glen a keen interest in aviation.

Lydia sometimes helped him with a math problem. Harold loved sitting close to her, so that he could feel her warmth and could smell her perfume. It turned him on. Harold loved to see the fabric of Lydia's dresses stretch to restrain her heavy breasts; it excited him. On several occasions he was sure that she must have noticed his erections, which he tried to conceal. But she simply looked at him and smiled.

He admired her and often fantasized about her. But he was anxious not to show it, when he was with the McPhersons, for fear of offending the couple.

But to Harold, Lydia was clearly out of reach.

Lydia and Glen were a very liberal and open-minded couple; they did not shy away from discussing even intimate subjects like sex. Even with Harold, who seemed to be quite precocious in many respects.

Harolds' keenness to bring up the subject of sex, and his relative ignorance of it, had given them an idea however of how much he was struggling with his sexuality.

Four months after Harold had started with his weekly babysitting, Glen suddenly had to be taken to hospital "for a minor intervention ".

A few weeks later Glen had been cleared for flying.

Lydia and he went out again on Friday nights, so Harold resumed his babysitting.

Glen and Lydia categorically refrained from talking about the intervention, so Harold remained completely unaware of the details and implications. He found that somewhat strange but did not dare to enquire about the event and the outcome, in order not to embarrass them.

That Friday, at 8 P. M. Harold went to the McPhersons for the weekly babysitting, as usual.

He had taken his books with him and, as all was quiet in the house, had started studying his courses for the week after.

He was surprised however to hear their car entering the driveway much earlier than usual.

Lydia and Glen entered without delay, took their coats off, and said hello to Harold.

It occurred to Harold that they seemed slightly agitated.

When Harold expressed his surprise about their early return, Lydia and Glen exchanged understanding glances.

Lydia gave Glen a little nod and a wink.

She kicked off her high heels, excused herself, and went upstairs to take care of her babies.

Glen sat down opposite to Harold, smiling, but with a greater than usual intensity.

"How are you, young man? Everything was all right? "

After Harold had confirmed to him that there had been no problems Glen looked him in the eye and said, "Harold, listen, I want to have a serious chat with you, from man to man. For that I want to invite you for a drink in the Lion's Club in Main Street. Is that OK for you?"

Harold was completely taken by surprise by Glen's request and initially did not know what to say.

After some hesitation, his curiosity took the upper hand. He also felt proud that a mature man like Glen asked him such a thing. So, he consented.

"Good, off we go then. I will just tell Lydia; she will be busy for a while anyway, feeding the babies," said Glen.

It was a 10 minutes' walk to the club, where Glen introduced Harold without any problems.

They found a private spot in a corner, and he asked Harold: "what do you have for a drink?"

Eager not to seem a rookie, Harold asked for a beer, although he was not used to drinking alcohol.

Glen ordered a whiskey for himself.

They first chatted about some day-to-day things. Glen enquired after his studies and hobbies.

"You have become quite a man now; the women must have noticed that too," he smiled, "any time for the women? "

Somewhat embarrassed, Harold had to admit that, due to his studies, he did not have any time left to go out and date, and that he regretted that very much. That it frustrated him in fact very much.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Harold. I can imagine how that frustrates you, "Glen said.

"When I was your age, I loved chasing the girls each Saturday."

"Until I met Lydia of course. From that moment on I did not feel the need any more to meet other women. "

"She took care of me, in a complete way, from the beginning, if you know what I mean, and she has continued to do so ever since."

Glen smiled and gave Harold a wink.

"You are very fortunate Glen, to have such a sexy wife," Harold said. It came out before he realized what he said.

They were silent for a moment and suddenly Glen said, "Now you must be asking yourself what it is that I wanted to talk to you about, no? "

Harold simply nodded, Glen hesitated and asked for another beer for Harold and a whiskey for himself.

Then Glen continued, "Well, where shall I start?"

"First: what we are about to discuss is extremely sensitive and confidential, so I ask for your utmost discretion. Can I rely on you to never tell others about it?"

Harold nodded vigorously. "I swear it, Glen."

Glen resumed, "You will remember that I had to be taken into hospital a few months ago. We did not tell you this, but I had to undergo a minor prostate operation. Do you know what the usual consequences of such an operation are? "

When Harold looked a bit confused and shook his head, Glen continued, "Well, in my case it means that I cannot take care of Lydia any more in a way that a real man befits; you know what I mean? ".

When Harold replied that he did not have a clear idea, Glen gave him a searching look.

After a few seconds, Glen resumed, "I suppose you are mature enough and I can tell this to you now. This is very sensitive of course, so I want you to swear again that this stays between you and me."

Harold was impressed by what Glen asked him and replied, "I swear it, Glen." "Rest assured. "

"Well, it's a disaster for us," Glen continued.

"I cannot get a full erection, and therefore I cannot make love to Lydia anymore. You know, we cannot have intercourse.

Lydia being the sweet Lydia she is, she put on a brave face in the beginning, and she has been assuring me ever since that it is no problem for her."

There are of course also other ways of giving each other sexual pleasure, but I know how much she loves intercourse. She has a very healthy libido, and I feel that she suffers from not having regular and vigorous intercourse. She loves being fucked long and hard. She often becomes extremely horny after her periods and is then craving for sex. Fortunately, she knows how to control herself; after all, she is a teacher. But it comes at a price...

We have tried to use several different tools, such as dildos, you know, artificial penises, but these do not allow her to reach her full orgasms; she is not turned on enough by those things. She says that she only wants "the real thing."

He stayed silent for a while.

Harold stared at Glen and listened intently; he was very impressed by the delicacy of the subject matter and by the frankness of Glen's admissions.

Glen sighed and shrugged his shoulders, « Lydia and I have been talking about this often, as you can imagine. The specialist doctors tell us that my functions may be partially restored over time, but at this moment they cannot help us. In moments of desperation, we even have considered approaching other men to try and satisfy Lydia. But we do not see any readily available, and sufficiently discrete, men amongst our friends. Hiring a male prostitute is out of the question for a proud woman like Lydia."

He finished his glass of whiskey and ordered another one.

Harold refused the offer of another beer; he started to feel the effect of the first drinks.

Glen took a sip of his whiskey, stared at Harold and said, somewhat solemnly,

"You see, this is where YOU come into this, Harold."

"Lydia and I have come to appreciate and fully trust you. Also, Lydia seems to have noticed that you like her as a woman; women have an acute sense for such things. Is that true? Don't feel embarrassed to admit it to me; if I were you, I would certainly have such feelings."

Harold blushed profusely, and, after a hesitation, he stammered,

"Yes, yes... I do Glen. I like Lydia very, very much. I just did not want to show that too conspicuously; it seemed so disrespectful towards both of you; you have always been so good to me."

Glen smiled.

"You are an honest man, Harold. Don't worry, I feel proud to have a wife who still attracts a nice young lad like you. "

"By the way, according to Lydia, she did not even need her intuition to notice your interest in her, "Glen laughed, "when you were with her, many erections have given you away. "

Harold blushed even more profusely now.

Glen laughed heartily, but suddenly he became serious again.

"Well, the good news is... Lydia fancies you too. She has been able to have a good look at you over time, and she likes you very much too. She thinks you have turned into a real hunk; she told me so. It is SHE who first came up with the idea I am going to talk to you about. She convinced me to talk to you. In fact, she told me that she was quasi certain that you would accept our offer. That is also why I dare to ask you."

"So here comes the crucial question: do you think YOU could be the real man Lydia needs from time to time in her bed? Who could take my place in her bed from time to time?"

You seem to be man enough by now. Don't worry about a lack of experience, Lydia will teach you everything you need; I speak from experience."

Harold remained speechless.

"Have you ever been intimate with a woman already? "Glen asked.

Harold shook his head.

"Well, this is your chance to be initiated in love making by a real woman, who likes you, instead of, say, by a prostitute.

A precious opportunity that you will remember all your life, invaluable for your self-esteem. I am sure Lydia will love to hear that she will be the first woman for you. "

Harold was a bit dazed at first. All sorts of considerations and images flashed through his mind. He imagined what it would be like to make love to Lydia, the woman he admired, but also secretly desired. But would he be up to meeting the expectations of such an experienced, mature woman?

But slowly it dawned on him that a dream opportunity was offered to him.

His body cried," yes, yes!"

Meanwhile Glen sipped his whiskey and smiled encouragingly. He understood what went on in Harold's mind.

Suddenly Harold gathered his courage and replied, « Glen, I am so excited by your offer... I feel proud that you two have asked me.

I promise that I will do everything I can to become a good lover for Lydia."

Glen looked at him intently for a few moments.

"Great!" he said, "I knew that this is an offer no real man could refuse. You can be proud for a reason: Lydia is quite selective in her choices. This is an offer in her name too, remember?"

"This must be difficult for you, as her husband, no? » Harold asked.

Glen sighed. « Yes and no; I am certain that I will remain her husband, her true man. We will just help her enormously with her libido and make her happier "he said.

"Besides, it has never been uncommon for a woman to have a lover. Nor for a man to have a mistress. No?

Who knows... perhaps I have a mistress!"

Harold looked at him with wide eyes.

Glen chuckled at Harold's startled look. "Don't you worry, man, with a woman like Lydia I don't need a mistress!"

"By the way: after Lydia and you will have become fully intimate with each other, I would like to join your love play from time to time. I love to watch Lydia enjoying sex and having her orgasms; that excites me no end.

You should know, and that is very confidential too, that Lydia and I have taken part in group sex a number of times before she became pregnant."

Harold's jaw dropped.

It made Glen chuckle again. "You do not see us as dull, -once-a-week on Sunday- people, do you? »

Harold remembered that he had always imagined that Lydia and Glen had a vigorous sex life, so he shook his head.

But still... group sex! He thought about the pictures in his porn magazines. He found it difficult to imagine Lydia and Glen in such company.

Glen then reiterated to Harold that he was very happy with his acceptance of the proposition.

"I will discuss with Lydia how and when we progress things. I guess we do not want to wait too long. Why don't you come to our house for coffee, tomorrow morning, around 10?"

They finished their drinks and walked back to Glen's house.

Lydia had already retired to bed, so Harold and Glen wished each other good night and went home.

It took Harold a long time to find some sleep, due to his arousal.

His body let him know that he was ready to take on his new responsibilities: he had a quasi-permanent erection all through the night.

Next day, Saturday.

When Harold arrived at the McPhersons, they were still having their breakfast.

Glen opened the door and showed him into the kitchen, where he invited him to join Lydia and himself at the kitchen table.

Lydia stood up, welcomed Harold with a broad smile, and served him a cup of coffee.

Meanwhile she studied Harold's face.

Lydia was wearing just a flimsy night gown, and she exuded a delightful freshness after her morning shower.

She wasn't in the least bothered by how much the gown revealed of her body; she knew that she was in good shape and desirable to men.

Her nipples were clearly visible through the textile. The gown was slightly moist where the nipples stretched the fabric and Harold guessed that she had just been breast feeding her twins.

Her thick, unkempt hair bounced loosely over her shoulders.

"How are you, Harold, had a good sleep, after last night?" Glen asked with a wink.

"I have had quieter nights" Harold replied with a meaningful smile, and both Lydia and Glen had to laugh.

Harold could not keep his eyes off Lydia and shuffled uneasily on his chair. He tried to adjust his position, because his excitation caused the front part of his trousers to become under severe stretch, and that was painful.

Lydia feigned not to notice, but, with a smile and a naughty twinkle in her eyes, she asked:

"Are you in good shape today, Harold?"

Harold blushed profusely, which made her smile even more.

Glen gave Lydia a nod. She then looked straight at Harold and said softly:

"Glen has briefed me about your discussions of last night. It seems that we will get to know each other much more intimately soon. I want to say to you that I look forward to that very much. I am sure that it will do both of us good; Glen told me more about your involuntary abstinence that frustrates you so much. "

Harold looked at her, with a glance full of adoration. He felt desire glowing throughout his body.

He was able to keep his emotions under control though and said softly: "I look forward to that too, Lydia; I dreamt about that last night. "

"So sweet of you, to say that" Lydia said.

Glen said, "We must go and visit relatives later today, but tomorrow we are free. I suppose you both do not want to wait too long, so, Harold, why don't you come over at around 10 A. M.?"

Lydia nodded approvingly.

Harold had forgotten all about his impending exams and his studies and, without hesitation accepted the invitation.

They then tried to chat about their usual mutual matters of interest, but Harold found it difficult to concentrate.

Lydia got up regularly, to serve coffee, and in the end, to clean up the table, and that allowed Harold to feast his eyes on where her body stretched the fabric of her gown. Her breasts, her buttocks, her wide hips...

He had the impression that they did so even more prominently than before.

She did not wear a bra, and he loved the sight of her large, free moving breasts swinging gently, whenever she walked.

Lydia regularly smiled at him enticingly.

The longing glances of this virile young hunk did not fail to have an influence on her. The rapidly increasing wetness in her vagina forced her to go to the bathroom twice. When she returned the second time, Harold noticed that she was wearing a slip.

Suddenly Harold had an impulse. He stood up from the table, excused himself and said he would be back in half an hour.

He rushed off to a fashionable flower shop, where he bought a huge bunch of flowers.

Lydia was pleasantly surprised when he arrived back and offered her the flowers.

"Here is a man who knows how to properly seduce a woman," she proclaimed.

"Well done man, first credit points, "Glen whispered, with a wink to Harold, behind Lydia's back.

When Harold had gone, Glen said to Lydia, "I would have done the same if I were given the chance to fuck you."

Lydia smiled and gave him a long and passionate kiss.

(... to be continued...)