A Fist for Byron
Byron was around 24 or 25 and he worked as a waiter at a nice restaurant. I'd come in to dine with a business client. Byron served us and made eyes at me all night. I immediately thought about what I wanted to do to him. I got up to go to the men's room. He saw me and followed me in. I locked the door behind him. He tried to slide up on me and kiss me. Umm, no. This young man is my server. He's going to serve me right now. I grabbed him and pushed him up against the counter. He got that hot, needy look in his eyes. I grabbed his package, still in his work pants, and I held him in place with my tight grip. I loomed over him until he was leaning back over the sink and then I told him, in graphic detail, what was going to happen. He nodded and I released his dick. He sagged for a second but I grabbed him, spun him around until he was pinned between me and the counter again, looking into the mirror, at the reflection of me behind him. He put one hand on the mirror to support ...