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.
