A Chance Visit

Chapter One

Ever since the pandemic started, I've worked from home. I live alone in a block of flats and it's generally fine if a bit lonely day to day. We're allowed in our offices twice a week for "networking" but otherwise it's the usual principle: get out of bed, shower, then walk to the living room, get the computer on and another daily grind.

I hook up sometimes, either with friends or through Grindr. They're good fun and break up the monotony sometimes if I'm not in a meeting. Otherwise, the only daytime interactions are online meetings or with delivery drivers dropping off parcels for me or for other people in the block that aren't in. It must be 2-3 times daily that a friendly older van driver rings my buzzer to get into the building.

One day, I was in an online meeting when the buzzer ran. It was about 25°c outside and pretty sweltering indoors. I quickly nipped to the buzzer to see who it was. "Hey mate, got a parcel for flat 3 in your building but they're not in. Could you take it?". "Sure, come on up".

I heard him coming up the stairs. I shouted down to say "I'm just in a work meeting - the door's open". I put my headphones back on and got back into a discussion when I saw the delivery man enter with a box.

He was beautiful. He must have been at least 6ft 4in tall, white but tanned, naturally fit with a bit of an additional gym muscle. Sort of like the footballer Mason Mount. He had short black hair, a strong jawline and a cheeky smile. He was wearing a white t-shirt that was a bit sticky to him in the heat, with workman's trousers and some comfy trainers. My cock twinged as he stood there.

He mouthed to me "can I just leave this here?". I nodded and smiled. He then tried to get my attention for something else. I made my excuses and left my online call. "I'm really sorry mate,

can I use your loo? I really need a piss". I said "of course!" and pointed through to my bathroom, straight past my bedroom.

I left him to it, fighting the urge to walk in the bathroom and get my eyes on his cock.

He came back in. His face was wet and he'd clearly splashed some cold water on his sweat-glistened face.

"Cheers mate. It's so shit sometimes being a delivery driver. You don't have a bathroom or all the usual stuff most workers have, and some people treat you like dirt".

"I totally understand. Do you want a glass of water? It's roasting outside".

"Life saver mate, thanks". I got him a glass and as I returned from the kitchen he was wiping hisf ace by lifting his shirt. He showed a strong chest, a hint of a six pack and a neat little trail that made me fight the urge to fall on my knees. He put his shirt back down, gratefully drank the water and handed me back the glass.

"Thanks again mate, I really appreciate the help. I deliver in the area so I might see you around
again".

"Sure thing - make me your regular pitstop if you like".

I blushed at my use of language and instantly felt like a fucking idiot. He laughed, patted me on
the shoulder and went on his way. I quickly logged on to Grindr on the off chance that the sexiest delivery guy I'd ever seen was on there, but he wasn't.

I went straight to bed and wanked at the guy who had just pissed in my bathroom a few minutes earlier and got back to work, hoping that he might drop off a load at my door sometime again soon…

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