There was no doubt that Peter was a good looking young man. Masculine but not in a muscular, gym rat way. He was tall and slender with longish blonde hair and very blue eyes. His features could easily be guessed as being of British origin and he was quick to smile and easy to be around.
He worked for himself as an illustrator with an agent who got him work, and he made a good living working out of the studio he rented not far from his home.
He'd just ended a toxic relationship with a woman who wanted him to be many things he was not, and he didn't have to deal with a broken heart; instead he felt a freedom as he relished being alone again.
The only problem with that was that he was a very sexual man and found himself horny almost every day, having to resort to his own means to satisfy his needs.
That morning he'd arrived to get his work done but became almost immediately distracted. Without conscious volition he'd found himself surfing the net in search of something to watch while he got rid of this almost constant distraction.
He was startled when his phone rang and a man named Jay identified himself and told him he'd found Peter's wallet. The young man didn't even know he'd lost it!
Jay spoke in a soft friendly voice as he explained that he'd found it on the floor in a nearby market and since he wasn't far away he'd be happy to bring it to the address on the driver's license.
Peter told him that was too kind and he'd be happy to take a break and meet Jay wherever he was.
"You're working right now, aren't you?" Jay asked with a laugh. "I'm off today. I'm happy to bring it to you."
"That's awfully nice of you Jay, thank you! Let me text you the address of my studio. It's on the second floor and I'll leave the front door open for you."
Peter had just enough time to get rid of the porn on his computer and straighten up a bit when he heard the front door open at the end of the hall. He stepped out into the hall and called a cheerful hello to the man who entered.
He saw a well-dressed older man there with a big smile on his face who looked quite non-descript but pleasant in all his features.
What Jay saw was a beautiful young man. Hunger awakened in his body instantly. His mind saw Peter's clothes fall away and pictured the young man naked and helplessly willing to be enjoyed.
"You're too kind to do this, sir," said Peter. "Come on into the office. Have a seat and take a load off."
The room was dark and Peter moved to turn on a lamp. "Please don't," said Jay. "The bright sun outside has been hurting my eyes and it's nice to rest them in here."
Jay sat on the couch, his eyes traveling over the young man's slender body, taking in the bulge between those long legs while Peter was looking away. When Peter turned away for a moment, the older man's eyes widened when he saw Peter's firm ass hugged by the thin sweatpants he wore.
When Peter took a seat at the other end of the couch Jay's mind raced with thoughts of how he could possess the slender, masculine body he saw before him.
"May I use your bathroom, Peter?" he asked and was told where it was. "Be right back," he said with a laugh. "Don't move!"
When Jay returned he found Peter had indeed not moved and he plunked himself down on the couch quite close to the young man.
Immediately engaging the young man in conversation, they spoke of what they both did for a living and then talk turned to the city they both lived in, and the horrible traffic that plagued it.
Peter found the older man to be entertaining and easy to talk to. It was nice to have a stranger to talk to who seemed so relaxed and at ease and they were soon laughing together about the people, activities and - again -- the terrible traffic that got in the way of getting things done.
As the laughter grew, Jay's hand came down in a slap on the younger man's thigh in what seemed an innocent expression of camaraderie. Peter thought nothing of it until Jay spoke up.
"Wow!" said the older man. "Your thigh is so hard! Do you work out?"
"Um... no, "replied Peter. "I guess it's just from climbing a lot of stairs."
"Really?" Jay asked, and he put his hand back on Peter's thigh, giving it a little squeeze. "Here, give me your hand," he said and without waiting he took Peter's hand and put it on his own thigh.
Peter moved his hand away quickly and Jay just laughed. "See?" he asked. "It's a lot firmer than mine!"
The older man's laugh and the seeming normalcy and innocence in his eyes put Peter back at ease for just a moment, but Jay put his hand back on Peter's leg and began to explore the muscles on the young man's thigh for a moment longer.
"They really are firm, Peter," Jay said. "Let me see them, please."
"What do you mean?" Peter asked.
"Take your pants off and let me see your thighs," Jay said. His manner was so off hand, casual, and warm it took Peter aback for a moment, but this was getting a little weird.
"Um... no, I don't think so," Peter replied.
"Oh, come on, Peter!" Jay laughed. "I just wanna look. It's no big deal, just let me take a look, please!"
The weirdness of the request from a virtual stranger to take his pants off and let him look at his bare legs had alarm bells ringing in the younger man's head.
"Please, Peter," Jay said again. "I just want to see. It's interesting to me. I came all this way to return your wallet and I'm not asking for much in return. It's entirely an innocent request! Please?"
