I'd like to begin by saying that this story is a work of fiction, however it is based on a few past experiences. Any feedback would appreciated.
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Because of my job I've had to travel up and down the UK, living in accommodations and hotels. I usually have around three months off in the summer so that I can go back home and see my family whose house I still technically live at. Upon arriving home I was greeted by parents as they were talking to the new neighbour. Now, despite being in a relationship with a girl for the last five years, I've always gotten off with men. The neighbour, named Tommy, was around six feet tall, with a pot belly and a bald head. Being a chubby guy myself, he was everything that I looked for in my men.
I walked over and introduced myself, being the good neighbour that I am, and we started talking as my parents went into the house. He asked me what it is that I do and give him the brief of it, "Oh just fixing computers for businesses. Things like that." Luckily this was my ice breaker as this is what led to our experience. He'd asked me if I was able to come over one time and see if I could fix his laptop - a gift from his daughter - which was running slow. I obliged and headed over the next day around noon. On this day, it was incredibly hot due to the season and I was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. Appropriate dress I would say. I knocked on his door and he answered in a tight vest - showing off his belly, and khaki shorts that cut off just above the knee. Already I was imaging what he looked like underneath them, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind and attempted to fix his laptop.