shipments. I need somebody with some raw strength. Those teenagers are puny little fuckers that can’t lift a thing, and I’m getting old myself. I trust that you won’t mind? I mean, I might as well take advantage of you on your first day.” He took a few seconds to reply.

“I would be obliged to. But don’t sell yourself short, Rick—it looks like you can still do plenty of good lifting.” With that said, he reached his hand under the table and clutched my still-hard dick. He smiled and winked at me, tugging my shaft through my denim pants with the ease of an experienced gay man. I reached over to his lap, but he slapped my hand away.

“I’m a lot to handle, don’t you remember?”

I smiled and gave Reno a slight nod of my head.

“Time for me to get to work. I don’t like to be idle for too long. I have to let these people know that they can depend on Reno Dakota to get them their food.”

I took his statement for what it was and let him go out and serve. At each of his tables, he introduced himself as “Reno. Reno Dakota.” It was beyond cute. It was difficult for me to believe that such a rugged and abrasive man could contain so many charming quirks, be so distant yet so close at the same time. He was an extremely hard worker, and from the looks of it, he got excellent tips from his tables. His performance affirmed my trust in and attraction to him. His tight little ass moved around extremely well on the floor, which in turn prevented me from concentrating on my work. I wanted him so badly, especially when he would turn to me with his expressionless look and wink. His wink got me hard every single time, without fail. He was such a relief for my eyes, which had become too used to those unattractive teens that had no personality or looks of which to speak. I wanted a man, and I got that man in Reno Dakota.

When we were finally finished up that night, I ushered everyone out as soon as possible, making sure to remind Reno that I “needed” him afterward. Shipments didn’t actually come in until Wednesday morning, but that was the best excuse I could think of to keep him late. I was in my office trying to catch up on all the work that I couldn’t do around Reno when I heard a knock.

“Come on in,” I said. As expected, Reno opened the door and poked his head in.

“Everyone else is gone. They have left. They are no longer in the building to keep us from the shipments.” He pushed the door open further to reveal a naked torso. “I don’t like to get my clothes sweaty,” he said nonchalantly. He stepped in and closed the door behind him.

His chest was as ripped as I had imagined it to be, and he had the six-pack to match it. Rigid curves covered his top half, making his torso look like a piece of armor rather than a body.

“Thanks for coming…”

“SHH!” Reno said loudly with a finger