.... go open the door"

"What? Are you insane? I can't." he screamed trying to remind his sister of his condition only to realize that it was in fact because of it that she asked.

"I'm busy, the money is on the counter, hurry up, I'm super hungry." replied Emily from accross the house.

K-T was convinced that whatever she was busy with was either a lame excuse or something she started on purpose not to be able to go open the door.

Time didn't make K-T any gifts and he was now convinced that the permanent erections could be counted in the list of side effects of the **** he suffered from. Some guys who were less endowed than he was would have more options for trying to get around this issue. But the issue at hand was a very thick, more than nine inches long rod with a very noticeable engulfed head.

Defying his sister's order to stay naked or to go open the door at that would be trading a short term, localized and short lived humiliation for the opening of a whole can of worms of hellish consequences down the line.

K-T make his way downstairs and grabbed the cash on the counter before getting to door. Just in time for the bell to ring again.

"Yes, who is it?" he asked. Opening for the pizza delivery guy would already be bad enough, he didn't want to open to any random visitors.

"Pizza Rabbit, speedy delivery guaranteed. I have two large pizzas for the Smith household." said a very feminine voice. K-T scratched delivery guy from his mental image and replaced it by girl. He then did the mistake to look through the spyhole, seeing a buxom girl he thankfully didn't know, wearing micro shorts, a promotional tank top with the company logo and a baseball cap.

"You can leave them on the porch." he said. Feeling proud of having avoided this embarrassment.

"No can do, sir. I have to register proof of delivery or I'm not paid. I need to give them to you in person." She explained.

K-T cracked the door open, making sure that only his head and right arm holding the money was visible.

"See, I'm there. Now just take the money and leave the pizzas and the porch." he tried once again.

"For sanitary reasons I can't leave the food on the floor. And like I said, if I don't take a picture of you taking the food for the app I won't get paid and I might get fired. It's an anti fraud measure. Tons of people pay by card and then get a refund saying they never got the pizza or that it was damaged. I have a large anchovy pizza and a large spicy sausage and meatballs with extra sausage. Get them while they are hot, if I don't confirm delivery soon I'll be tagged as late and that's more of my wages getting garnished." She explained. The poor girl was at the mercy of the gig economy, but she was oblivious to his predicament.

Even if she just took the money, there was no way that K-T could hold the two heavy pizza boxes from this position and using only one hand. And then the only way for him to use both arms without tipping the boxes over was to fully open the door. While the toppings on the second pizza were his favorite, he cursed his sister for placing an order that mirrored his condition so much.

"You can keep the change." he said after she grabbed the money and started to get the boxes out of the insulated bag to hand them to him. He was trying to do anything to make this interaction shorter well worth an oversized tip.

"Thanks, that's a great tip..." said the delivery girl, just as the tip of K-T came into view through the open gap of the door. Then she started blushing.

"You know, I really don't think that you needed to ask for extra sausage, you have all you need at home." She said laughing. In her surprise she had taken a step back at first and made no effort to come closer, staying just outside of K-T's reach in a way that would **** him to fully open the door and step outside to get them.

K-T didn't really have a choice now. He had already given her the money and she had already seen his dick, ending this situation without getting pizza would only end up with his sister mad at him.

He opened the door and came to the girl to get the boxes. Sadly, despite their size, the fact that he had to hold them horizontally meant that they offered no cover to him. He was about to get back in, when the girl stopped him.

"One second, I need proof of delivery. She got her phone from some holster on her hip and snapped a picture of him holding the boxes. From the angle K-T would guess that the picture would show everything.

"Sorry, this one is blurry. I can't read the order number." She told before she took a new picture, this time using the app to confirm the delivery rather than as a simple picture that she would share with her friends. Before leaving, she grabbed the end of his dick in her hand and shook it like if she was shaking his hand. "You receive the proof of delivery on your account shortly and it is logged with the company. Have good day, sir. And enjoy the pizza!"

A few seconds later she was back in her car and driving away. K-T would had wanted to make things go fast was actually so shocked by the exchange that he was still standing there on his porch with his cock pointing up, in full view of anyone who would come by.

After what he realized was a pretty long time he came back to his senses and went back in, slamming the door closed behind him with his foot.

"Come on K-T! I'm starving! Bring me my pizza!" he heard his sister calling.