He slid his hand over the waiter’s hip and closed his fingers around his shaft. The boy’s cock was long and a bit thin, but it fit well in Nick’s hand. He fisted it in time with his hips, rubbing his palm over the slick, sensitive head each time he buried himself in his tight channel. The boy reacted like he had been shocked. His entire body twisted and shuddered, each muscle fluttering. Nick couldn’t remember the last time he had fucked somebody so sensitive—so responsive. He briefly fantasized about watching the boy rise above him, riding his cock with all that pent up energy and passion that made him twitch and cry out.