The Lost Wallet

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?"

"I'm, uh... I'm just not... I don't think..." the younger man stammered.

Jay interrupted him. "Look, I didn't mean to, but I left your wallet in my car. Just let me see your thighs and I'll go get it and be on my way, ok? Please!"

This was a total lie on Jay's part but Peter didn't know it. Jay was dying to get his hands -- and more -- on this body next to him and he waited to see if he could get a yes out of this reluctant straight man.

Peter was confused. The request from another man to take his pants off in front of him seemed more than a bit weird, but on the other hand the older man was just so friendly and warm about it, like it was no big deal at all.

Jay's sincerity and casualness put him off balance. He was being begged to take his pants off and let another man look at his thighs, but then again the guy had been awfully nice to find and return his wallet and he just seemed so innocent and natural about it.

This was his mistake, but it led to a very interesting outcome; one that in the end he was happy to have occur.

He figured, "What the hell, I'll just let the guy see my flippin' thighs and I'll get my wallet back and he'll be gone."

Looking Jay in the eyes, he saw nothing but a sincere curiosity. "Ok, Jay, sure," he said.

Peter kicked off his shoes and stood up, lowering his sweatpants and kicking them off. As he stood up, Jay got off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of him.

He hadn't expected what he now saw, and he was thrilled. Peter had been wearing a thong under his pants. It was black and made of what seemed to be very thin, soft material. A tiny little string stretched from the either side of the black triangle and circled behind to the younger man's back.

Even more thrilling was the bulge that was hidden under the skimpy cloth as it stretched over the younger man's cock and balls, clearly outlining the shape of what looked like an absolutely delicious meal for a starving man.

Jay's own cock sprang to immediate attention inside his pants, aching with desire for the mouthwatering package revealed to him. He hid his excitement behind the casual manner he'd so far managed to maintain in front of this beautiful young man. The thong was SO sexy!

He pulled his eyes away from what was in reality his target before Peter could notice him staring, and gazed at the bare legs in front of him, lightly fuzzed with soft light hair.

"Thank you, Peter," he said. "Yes, they are handsome. Quite firm all over, it seems. You're a lucky man."

Jay reached out and circled one of Peter's thighs, squeezing it gently, and then did the same to the other leg, as if testing them to insure he was correct.

"You're wearing a thong!" he exclaimed. "Do you always wear a thong? What's it feel like? Is it comfortable? I bet it is!" Jay's two hands remained gently circling one of Peter's thighs.

"Well, I uh... yes, it's... well I go commando sometimes too... I prefer that but... um... sometimes when I have a client in the studio I don't want someone to be able to... um... you know... sometimes someone could see the shape of... you know..." Peter stammered.

"Sure!" Jay laughed. "It looks comfortable. But these thighs... I can't believe how firm they are!"

He gently squeezed Peter's thigh again, and then the other one. Then he put one hand on each thigh and began moving them up and down the young man's legs.

"I'm just testing your muscles, Peter," he said as he felt up those delicious long legs. He kept his voice casual and cheerful, hoping he wouldn't get stopped.

Peter felt suddenly like he was in a trance. There was a man on his knees in front of him, touching his bare legs. They were alone in a fairly dark room and a man was touching him while his cock was barely concealed behind a thin strip of material.

"You should not be doing this," a faint voice said inside him. "You should stop this right now," it said, "and send this guy on his way!"

But the older man's hands were soft and warm and they felt good on his skin. To be honest he was a bit flattered by the attention, and oh my! It felt nice!

The conflicting thoughts and feelings froze him as Jay continued to explore Peter's legs. He now was running his hands very slowly up and down the young man's thighs and squeezing gently, still maintaining the pretense of testing his muscles.

When Peter still didn't object, he stopped squeezing and started caressing, running his hands gently up the front of Peter's thighs from knee to just below that stretched thong, then up and down the inside of his thighs, reveling in the feel of the smooth skin, and then to the back, and around to the inside again.

"God, this feels good," Peter thought as Jay's fingertips trailed along his very sensitive skin, and then "God, I shouldn't be letting him do this!" Then he closed his eyes and just felt the incredible pleasure of being touched by this man.

Jay's fingers were seeking to excite the nerve endings just beneath the skin of Peter's legs, and he was succeeding. He would stop and squeeze a little bit and then move on.

"So firm!" he said again in a soft voice and he moved to the very top of the young man's thighs and started moving them so that he was brushing ever so lightly against the thin material of the thong.

He kept it up, brushing against Peter's cock and balls, still hidden inside the thong, with the sides or back of his hands, but moving away again so it could be thought of as accidental.

He gradually increased contact with the young man's cock, feeling it's firmness beneath the black cloth. Was it growing harder? Yes! It was!

Still keeping his fingers exploring Peter's upper thighs and the muscles of his groin, he made sure that his hands were also stroking up and down on the young man's cock and under his balls.

Peter felt himself starting to grow, and Jay could feel it too. To Peter, the sensations were exquisite and without consciously realizing it, a hunger had been awakened inside him. His horniness and need for relief had taken over completely.

His mind was gone, reason and rational thinking were gone, replaced by the male need for release, not caring from where it came; replaced by the prerogative of his cock, which didn't care how it could achieve ejaculation, just that it did achieve it.

Jay was excited beyond words. From the moment he set eyes on the young man he wanted him and here he was, about to achieve his goal. He was a wily seducer though, and his next move came to him in a flash.

He could feel Peter's cock growing hard now, there was no doubt about it. He was going to get what he wanted, but he left off the subtle caressing of Peter's cock to move his hands back to and around the young man's thighs.

"Yes, very nice, Peter. Very firm," he said, and he moved his hands around to the back of Peter's legs, gently squeezing again, and slowly up to cup the luscious firm cheeks of his victim's ass.

"Very firm here, too, Peter," he said. "That's good."

Peter felt his butt being squeezed and caressed by the older man and it felt wonderful. As Jay's fingers kneaded and caressed the flesh of his rear end, he felt his cock getting even harder.

Jay stopped and held his hands still, pressing into Peter's hips. "Oh, my," he breathed. "It looks like this thong is too tight for you, Peter!. It must be hurting!"

As he said this he reached up with one hand and began to stroke Peter's cock as it strained against the material stretched tight over it. The overt contact with his cock and the gentle stroking made the young man gasp and tighten his leg muscles in pleasure.

"Yes," said Jay, "it's much too tight. I'm going to help you, Peter. I'm going to take it off for you."

This was the last stand for the young man; the last gasp and the last gate remaining closed between propriety and lust. It was the last chance to stop from being naked in front of another man with his cock hard and aching with need, directly before that man's face. It was his last chance to stop this.

He failed. He couldn't move or speak. He felt frozen in time, in a dream-like state, overcome by his need, with the little brain between his legs totally in control and not caring to listen to the yelps of protest from that other brain situated so far away, way up in his head.

He remained mute as he felt Jay's hands move up and gently grasp the string of his thong and pull it slowly down. With excruciating slowness, the older man tugged and pulled the triangle of material over Peter's hard cock and his balls and down his legs.

As Jay tapped first one foot and then the other, signaling Peter to lift up so he could slide the thong off completely. Peter felt the cool air of the room on his manhood. His hardness was absolute and his cock angled up before the older man's face, almost quivering as the blood pumped in and out of his engorged sex.

Jay breathed in the smell of Peter's groin. He reached out and gently took the young man's cock in his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, and then exploring its contours with the lightest touch of his fingertips, stroking up and down its length.

He reached up with his other hand and fondled Peter's balls as he heard Peter moan and gasp. "Yes," he said, "You're quite firm here as well."

He stared at the treasure he'd been seeking. It was nice and long, not too thick, cut, and with a beautifully shaped, perfect helmet capping its length. Without being huge, it was a textbook cock, worthy of modeling for an art class, and it looked so very suckable.

Jay stood up, still holding Peter's cock in one hand and stroking it slowly as he looked directly into the young man's eyes.

"You are a beautiful man, Peter," he said in a low voice and with his other hand he pulled Peter's head toward him and kissed the young man's lips.

Peter stiffened in protest for just a moment, but then returned the kiss, letting it grow and finally opening his mouth as Jay worked his cock. Jay kissed the young man passionately and Peter responded as their tongues met and danced together.

Jay kept stroking Peter's cock as he kissed the younger man. Peter felt absolutely lightheaded. The strangeness of kissing a man was superseded by the heat emanating from his cock as Jay expertly stroked him. Then he felt the older man release his cock and start unbuttoning his shirt.

Jay ran his hands over Peter's chest and then flattened his palms against the pectoral muscles and his thumbs found both nipples, brushing them lightly back and forth and around with a sensual touch.

Peter was astonished by the surge of electricity that radiated from his sensitive nipples and ran straight down between his legs. He'd never had them played with before, never even thought about it, but he was discovering what an incredible erogenous zone they were for him.

He moaned in pleasure as Jay teased them, breaking the kiss and moving down Peter's neck with his mouth and onto his chest until his lips and tongue replaced the teasing hands.

Peter's moans increased as the older man moved his mouth from one nipple to the other and he reached down to continue fondling the younger man's balls and cock as he fed, lightly sucking and then flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth across the erect nubs.

Then Jay moved his mouth down the firm body until he was kissing and licking all around the younger man's sex, and reaching around to grasp and knead the firm flesh of Peter's ass.

Finally he moved in on his ultimate target and kissed the tip of Peter's cock, then licked up from his balls to the tip of his cock and back down again.

With a grunt of pure pleasure, Peter felt Jay's lips close around the head of his cock and slide down and back up again. The wetness of the older man's mouth seemed to feel cool against the heat in Peter's cock and as Jay sucked with just the right amount of pressure, the younger man could feel Jay's tongue lashing around the head of his cock and working the hot spot on the underside of his shaft.

"Oh, fuck!... oh, fuck!" he blurted out. He continued to groan and gasp as Jay used his mouth to pleasure the delicious cock in his mouth. He could taste Peter's precum already and the young man writhed and bucked under the onslaught of intense pleasure. He'd never felt anything so incredibly hot in his life.

After way too short a time, Jay stopped and told Peter to take off his shirt and lay down on the couch on his back. Peter complied without any hesitation. He needed more now!

With the completely naked young man spread out for his pleasure on the couch, with that beautiful cock erect and quivering in need, Jay unbuttoned his own shirt and then kneeled by Peter's side.

He reached out with one hand and cupped Peter's balls, rolling them gently in his fingers. His other hand grasped the younger man's extremely hard and aching cock and began to stroke it slowly up and down.

Peter's eyes were shut and his stomach muscles and fists clenched as he began to moan again under Jay's expert touch. The double stimulation was driving him wild.

Then the older man leaned over and began to kiss around Peter's cock and balls and he moved his mouth slowly up Peter's body to arrive at his nipples. He assaulted the erect nubs with his lips, and tongue, while continuing to stroke that hard cock and fondle the young man's balls.

It was a feast for Jay and the double stimulation for Peter became triple, driving him even harder towards losing his mind in sexual ecstasy. Jay's mouth moved up Peter's chest and he nibbled at the young man's neck before sitting up and looking down at the handsome face and hot body now completely at his mercy.

"Do you like this, Peter?" he asked. "Does this feel good?"

Peter whispered back. "Oh god! Um.. yes... uh! Oh! Please!... yes... please!"

Jay took the opportunity to kiss the young man again, and as Jay's hands kept working their magic on his aching cock, Peter found himself kissing back hard. The intense pleasure between his legs and the need for release was too much to bear and he opened his mouth to let Jay's tongue inside, not caring if this was a woman or a man, or whatever, who bestowed on him the unbelievable sensations he now felt.

Jay broke the kiss. "Sit up, Peter," he said, and helped the young man to get into position. Parting the firm legs he knelt and lowered his mouth on to Peter's cock again. That cool wet sensation on his heated member was there on his cock again. It felt indescribably wonderful.