After the drunkenness of Friday night, that Saturday at noon I couldn't get out of bed even with a crane. I was still horny remembering that waiter from the pub and my head was spinning from all the shots he had bought me because it was the first time a guy had noticed him. In his head, the phrase that the waiter had repeated the most kept playing: "and I'm really good-looking," "and I'm really good-looking," "and I'm really..."

The doorbell rang:

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Again:

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On the fourth ring, I got out of bed and went to the door just as I was: with a t-shirt on inside out and drenched in sweat, reeking of alcohol, in tight boxers and with a hard-on.

When I opened the door, a delivery guy had to repeat my roommate's name three times because I wasn't paying attention.

When I was about to sign, I didn't have a pen. I went to look for one. But I told him to come in because it was cold in the hallway. There, on the living room TV, the porn movie I had put on when I got home was still paused. A group of guys were fucking and insulting a heterosexual couple in their home. I started to get a hard-on. In the frozen image, the woman was tied up by her breasts, arms, and legs, spread open on the table, receiving a black cock in her ass. The guy next to her had an Asian guy's cock in his mouth.

The delivery guy, in a short-sleeved shirt and mult-pocket pants, was very thin, but he had very contoured and muscular arms, and what looked like part of a tribal tattoo peeked out from one of them. He had a piercing on his eyebrow and a bad boy look. He looked directly into my eyes. His eyes were gray, very beautiful.

"Holy shit, dude, what a huge cock, right? Look, I've got a big one too, but that one looks monstrous," he said with a very cocky tone, typical of the southern neighborhood of Madrid.

"18," I said without enthusiasm while signing the receipt.

"Mine is 23, but that one looks bigger. Can I see it?"

"Ugh... Any other day I'd get a kick out of it, but I'm hungover and don't feel like it."

"I've got two lost packages in the van. One is from the brand of your boxers. I'll give them to you if you let me see it and touch it."

"Seriously, dude. Another day I'd let you suck it and everything, but today I'm hungover," I insisted.

"Hey! I'm not gay, and I don't look at other guys' cocks except in movies. But I want to see how a bigger cock than mine is. Sorry, okay? And don't complain to the courier company, please, I'm on probation."

"Give me one of those packages, and I'll forgive you," I said.

"I've got three more places to deliver to. Think about it, please? And I'll bring you the packages even if you don't show it to me..."

I peed, drank almost an entire bottle of water in one gulp, and went back to bed.

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Zzz... Zz...