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Being somewhat of a computer whiz, I was head-hunted by a company to sort out the systems in their distribution division. The company manufactured and sold a range of toys for children. Upon my arrival in the new city that I would be living in, I was naturally faced with an accommodation issue. Fortunately, the company that employed me agreed to pay my first two weeks of lodging at a motel, while I sorted myself out.On my first day at the new job, I put out the word that I was looking for accommodation, hoping that someone would know of a place that I could rent. Within half an hour, Porky, who worked in the warehouse, entered my office and told me that I could rent a room in his house. Porky was my age, mid-twenties, and had inherited his home from his mother. After his dad?s passing a year before, his mom had moved in with her sister who was also a widow.Porky was thickset, six-foot-two tall, and had a handsome round face. The brown hair on his head was dead straight and his fringe hung down to his eyebrows, making it look like he was wearing a helmet. As I would come to know, he always wore denim jeans and shirts that were only in shades of blue, which was his favourite colour. Porky had enormous hands that looked like two bunches of bananas hanging off the bottom of his thick arms. One?s attention was constantly drawn to his hands because he incessantly tapped the top of his thighs with the tips of his fingers.Porky had a magnetic charm that always brought a smile to your face. He, however, wasn?t very popular with the ladies at the company for two reasons: Firstly, he had a habit constantly rearranging the impressive bulge at the front of his jeans. Secondly, he always had damp patches under his armpits. This in itself wasn?t the major problem, but some men like Porky simply give off a very strong masculine essence, which the girls at our company found off-putting and behind his back they referred to him as ?Porky Pong.? Truthfully, from the get-go, I found him affable and somewhat sexy, and I actually liked his odour.I agreed to visit him at ten a.m. on Saturday to check out the accommodation. I did not see it as a long-term solution Escort Haramidere because being gay I knew that I would be compromised with the arrangement. Short term, however, if the accommodation was suitable, it would take the immediate weight of finding lodging off my shoulders.When I arrived Porky welcomed me at the front door. He was bare-chested and the shorts he had on was made of a rather flimsy material, making the impressive bulge that I had observed in his jeans even more prominent. The flip-flops he wore were dwarfed by his very broad feet. His moobs and cute belly were covered with fine body hair that looked silky. The ?helmet? on his head that was normally smooth, also showed signs of pillow damage as he had obviously not yet showered that morning.I was very impressed by the outside of the house, which was neat and very well cared for. The magnificent garden was a legacy of his mother?s endeavours, and he apparently promised his mother that he would maintain her garden. Subsequently, a garden service called every Tuesday to adhere to her wishes.Inside the home, all appeared to be tidy and tasteful, again thanks to his mom. I was told that he had a cleaning lady who worked for him on Friday?s, so I was seeing the place at its very best.From the moment that he greeted me at the door, Porky seemed a little tense. It was almost as if he was willing me to like the place as he constantly sought my approval. Porky also kept intoning how happy I would be, and how pleased he would be if I accepted his offer. He incessantly tapped his thighs with his fingers, in a far more animated manner than I had seen before. I began to wonder if this was a sign of sexual frustration. Porky also kept touching me as we moved around, with his hand either on my shoulder or clamped on my arm.The peculiar thought that went through my mind as we toured the house, was that it felt like I was being courted by a suitor and there was a strong air of sexual tension emanating from him.The room I would be staying in was Porky?s old room, and it had a television and comfortable looking double bed. The spare bathroom, that İkitelli escort I would be using, was also modern and very tasteful.When we finally arrived back in the kitchen he offered me a cup of coffee. After the beverage was made Porky again began to move closer to me and touch my shoulder and arm. His anxiety was also making him sweatier, and I could see the moist clumps of hair sprouting out from under his arms. Porky body odour had also begun to intensify as the richness of his essence embraced us.?Sorry about my body odour,? he said, before continuing, ?I know the women at work refer to me as ?Porky Pong?.??Actually, it doesn?t bother me at all,? I replied.The smile of relief that broke out on his face was almost comical.?Really?? he asked.?Not at all,? I confirmed.?Seriously, if it ever bugs you just tell me and I?ll have a shower. I won?t be offended,? Porky concluded.In the lounge, we got down to business. Porky told me that if I paid for the gardening service, the maid, and half of the groceries, then that would be suitable. After adding up the amounts in my mind it was ridiculously low, but he insisted that he was happy with that arrangement.This was turning out to be an unbelievably interesting morning. I was sure in my mind that Porky was looking for more than just a tenant. In the time I had spent with him thus far, I had frequently witnessed the lump in his shorts fluctuate in size. I had also observed that he made no attempt to hide the bulge, and it was as if he was blatantly flaunting his package.?When do you want to move in?? he asked.Well, that depends on you, whatever suits you best,? I answered.?Now. Go get your stuff now,? he stated insistently.?Are you sure?? I asked.?Absolutely, what are you waiting for, Tommy?? he confirmed.As Porky saw me off at the door his crotch was once more impressively enlarged.?When you get back we can make some lunch,? he suggested, before continuing, ?Besides, that will give me some time to have a shower.??Why?? I asked with a horny grin. ?I?ll be a pity to rinse away that sexy smell of yours.?My deliberate comment was a test to see if I had been reading Çapa escort bayan the situation correctly and whether we were on the same page. Porky?s face lit up as I smiled at him.On the drive to the motel, I thought about my morning. The accommodation was excellent and at the price, he was asking, I would be able to save a lot of money. I had simply assumed that he was straight, but after my visit, I got a strong feeling that he may possibly be looking for a fuck-buddy. Above all else, I wondered what his incredible bulge would reveal.All I processed were two suitcases and a portable music system. My former apartment had been fully furnished and so I had never needed to buy anything else. With everything packed and ready to go, I quickly visited the bathroom to prepare myself for what I hoped was awaiting me that afternoon.As the motel bill would be settled by the company I worked for on Monday, I simply checked out and got on my way.When I arrived at Porky?s place he ushered me through to my bedroom. After placing the music system on a chest of drawers, I opened one of the suitcases to retrieve a pair of shorts and my sandals. I then replaced the suitcase next to the other one on the floor and commenced stripping.During this process, Porky stood in the doorway with arms extended above his head and his hands against the top of the doorframe. I was surprised by how bushy his armpits were. As he watched me change, his eyes were extremely attentive.Making conversation I asked him about his nickname. Porky then went on to tell me that his name was actually Graham, but that as a kid he had been very overweight. Because of this the kids at school began referring to him as Porky, and as is so often the case, the pet name stuck. In time, even his parents started using the nickname.?Did it ever bother you?? I inquired.?Hell no,? he answered, and then with an impish grin concluded, ?Besides, as you can smell, the name suits me.?Once I had changed into my shorts and sandals, I gingerly began to move toward the ?barricaded? door.?Would you like an aperitif before lunch?? Porky asked as he continued to block my way.?An aperitif?? I questioned.?Sure?? he stated, as he placed his fat thumbs into the sides of his shorts. Next, he pushed his shorts down. Surrounded by a bushy mass of hair, an above average uncut pork sausage bobbed up and down before me. Impressive as that was, however, the huge pair of balls hanging below nearly took my breath away.