Hi, my name is Lars and I'm Norwegian. My parents were missionaries and I was born in Uganda. On fleeing Idi Amin when I was still a baby, they were posted to Nigeria. When I was old enough for secondary school I was sent to live with my uncle in Oslo.
After completing my education, with a good degree in Marine Engineering from Trondheim University, I started working for the family business and at the time of these events lived in a nice but small house overlooking Østensjøvannet, a lake next to the forest park bordering eastern Oslo.
My preference is for girls with rather boyish figures. I thought this episode was going to be about just such a girl. Little did I know.
There was a skateboard park between where I lived and the nearest secondary school. I used to pass it from time to time, observing the skateboarders and their audience. If I passed in the evening the age group were youths with their hangers on. In those days the males skated and the females gawped. There was one spectator that caught my eye on several occasions and I decided that it could do no harm to try for a chat. I approached the object of my desires and easily engaged them in conversation. They seemed quite intelligent, dressed in blue jeans and a flowery shirt. Very feminine.
It turned out that they were from an unusually large group of siblings, most of the boys enjoyed skateboarding. My acquaintance, on the other hand wasn't particularly interested but two of their brothers were taking part. I suggested a walk to the lake (and thus nearer my house) and they readily agreed. While we walked and talked I learnt that my date was not at all happy with their life and in particular their father, who they clashed with all the time. In particular he was always telling them to grow up. They wanted to move out and get some freedom as soon as possible. They were already old enough and had just taken their last exam, so could leave school with qualifications. I also discovered that he was male. His name was Arne. A very attractive male who had never had a girlfriend.
I thought about this for a while. I wasn't gay but he was very attractive in all the ways I looked for in a girl. Boyish with feminine features. Perhaps a little experimentation would be fun. It would certainly be interesting.
Keeping my intentions to myself I suggested that Arne could fulfil his dream and escape the family home by moving in with me while he looked for a place of his own. He could stay rent free if he did the housework for me. We hatched a plan, or rather I did, for him to move all his ID documents and treasured possessions to my house over a few days before making his exit. Without a job he would never be able to afford a place of his own, so for a while at least he would be stuck with me.
We parted ways and I went home to do some reading. I only had one bed. It was king sized and I anticipated sharing it but not from the beginning. I bought a cheap, narrow mattress for Arne, I didn't want it too comfortable, and put it in the room opposite mine. I also popped into Condomeria to buy some lubricant and an anal douche.
Each time Arne visited with something from the family home we chatted over a coffee and I got to know him better. He and his brothers shared one crowded bedroom while his sisters shared another.
When he moved in I prepared a welcome dinner and some wine. He told me that he had never drunk alcohol before as his parents were strict t-totalers. He drank a lot more than was good for a beginner, so I ended up putting him to bed. I wanted to build trust between us and didn't take advantage of the situation. I did take a look while I was removing his outer clothes and liked what I saw. He was practically hairless and not very developed "down there". In fact if he had been my child I would probably have taken him to the doctor about 4 years ago. Not that I was planning to do so now.
Before going to bed I indulged in imagining what I would soon be doing and going over my plan whilst masturbating. I came strongly and felt satisfied with myself but a little nervous of what the future would hold.
Next day Arne overslept and then woke with a headache. I gave him some painkillers, which instantly helped.
He told me that he woke up feeling bewildered, having slept every night of his life thus far in the same room. He also felt lonely, having never slept in a room on his own. These points were music to my ears. It looked as though it would be easier to get Arne to sleep in my bed than I had previously imagined.
I gave Arne a guided tour of the house and explained how the various bits of equipment worked. I also told him what my current schedule was for doing the household chores. We then went for a long walk in Østmarka, the country park virtually on my doorstep.
That evening Arne and I prepared a meal together. Well, heated up a Pizza Grandiosa and cut up some salad. We had red wine with the pizza, but in moderation this time. Arne was tired after the night before, the long walk and more wine, so he wanted an early night. I suggested that to avoid the unpleasant bewilderment and loneliness he might like to share with me. His broad smile said it all. I warned him that I slept naked, so as not to shock him later and he said that he did too. Things were looking up. Skin to skin contact is very important in a relationship, particularly the type of relationship that I had in mind.
Arne got ready for bed and was soon asleep. I followed soon after. He had fallen asleep conveniently near the middle of the bed, so I wouldn't need much of an excuse if he woke and found me touching him. I spooned up behind him and put my upper arm over his lower body. My hand wandered down towards his groin until I could gently play with his manhood, if you could call it that. It felt strange to fondle those parts. I'd only ever touched my own, which both felt very different and I could feel the stimulation.