A Chance Visit: Chapter 3

I've been ill with covid recently. It is a funny feeling. It's like but not exactly like a cold, like but not exactly like a flu. Some days you feel like it's nothing and you're getting better, then the next day you can't stand up without feeling dizzy.

For about ten days I was housebound with zero energy. I watched TV, slept, watched TV and slept again. It was all a bit of a daze. I'd check Grindr for old times sake but I had zero horn too. No longing for cock. Just sleep.

One miserable morning, and I was feeling shit. The rain was pouring down outside with occasional rumblings of thunder. The buzzer rang...

"Hey mate! It's been a while. I've got a delivery for the flat next door to you. Mind if I come in from the rain and leave it with you?"

I smiled for the first time in ages at hearing his voice.

"You can mate but I've got covid and feeling pretty shit to be honest. Can I let you in the building and just leave it by the door? Sorry if you need the bathroom or a towel".

Up he came, and I heard the parcel. Then a tap on my flat door. I put a face mask on and opened it. There was a parcel and a few yards down the corridor was him: gorgeous, tall and athletic him. Friendly, caring yet nonchalantly strong him. Dripping with rain, his hair was normally quite spiky but this time was drooping over his forehead while water soaked his t-shirt into his body. He was masked as well and safely far away from me.

"So sorry you're feeling shit mate. Do you need me to get you anything?"

What a gentle giant. Just your strong arms and your cock, please.

"That's so sweet of you mate but it's fine I've got friends who are delivering stuff. But thank you."

"All good. You actually treat me like a human being rather than a delivery driver so anytime mate. Pity I can't come in as I wouldn't mind a cuppa ha! Maybe next time".

"Genuinely any other time mate. Sorry".

Off he went, for a day of deliveries in the rain. I went back inside, for the first time in days feeling a spring in my step and just a bit of a twinge in my pants.

God, the effect he has on me. For a week I've barely been erect enough to piss higher than my shoes, and here I am in my living room holding a neighbour's parcel with a hard-on. I looked out the window and saw him running back to his van to avoid the rain.

I wanted him so much. I took out my cock and wanked at the thought of touching his body, taking his wet t-shirt off, and smelling him. The thought of seeing what was underneath those tight pants of his. Was he hairy, was he shaven, was he smooth? Was he uncut? Was he rough or was he gentle? Would he enjoy a man's touch? A man's tongue?

Before I could even contemplate the answers, I shot a fortnight's worth of cum all over the living room floor (thankfully moving the neighbour's parcel to one side). I cleaned up and collapsed back on the sofa in a delirious state.

What would he think if he knew.

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