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This is one of the few luxuries Harvey indulges in. Peaceful, quiet, free, and isolated. This small spring of cool, refreshing mineral water, located a good distance away from any of Pelican Town’s residents in the mountains just beyond Marnie’s ranch… It’s a perfect spot to recuperate sore muscles after a pilates class, or a particularly hard day at the clinic. Granted, the only reason the clinic is experiencing an uptick in business is because of that new farmer. Not that the doctor is complaining about better business, of course, but that he worries for the boy’s health. Passing out in the mines collapsing from exhaustion as often as Malik does… It doesn’t exactly take a medical degree to know how unhealthy such a lifestyle is, not to mention incredibly dangerous.
Sighing, Harvey strips off his green blazer, folding it neatly before setting it next to a bush of overgrown weeds. The foliage here is just an extra perk; all the rocks and trees and overgrowth providing additional privacy, should anyone actually wander out this far into the mountains. Not that the mustachioed man worries about that sort of thing, not anymore. At first, trips out to this spring were tense, but now the trips are routine. He doesn’t even think twice about undoing the buckle of his belt, unzipping his trousers, and sliding them down his legs. He gives the slacks the same treatment as his blazer, letting them sit neatly beside each other. A few moments later, and his button up shirt and red tie join the growing pile of clothes, and Harvey stands in the warm evening air clad in nothing but a pair of tight, white briefs.
The orange light of the setting sun shines in thin beams through the thick tree branches overhead, and the middle-aged man can only chuckle at how…
romantic
the whole scene looks. Such a place is something lovers would only dream of being able to visit, and here he is, alone and single and simply looking to relax his sore body in a mineral spring. It’s a waste, really, but what young lovers are there to even enjoy such a place? Haylee and Alex? The two of them are only a rumor anyway. Perhaps if the doctor himself ever finds a lover…
Harvey shakes the thought from his head. A ridiculous notion, looking for love at his age. Not that he likes to think of himself as old, but the time for romantic trysts in the mountainside has long since passed him by. Instead, he resolves to shimmy out of his tight underwear, fold it, and set it on top of his complete pile of clothes. Walking over to the small spring, Harvey looks over his body in the water’s surface, admiring the results of his weekly workout routine.
His stomach is still a bit chubby, which is no surprise to him. A good workout can only do so much when your evening meals consist of wine, pickles, and a frozen TV dinner. But the gut itself is getting firmer, and there’s a good bit trimmed from him that he can’t help but feel proud of. Next, his gaze casts low, to his legs and thighs. Still chubby, and shifting his weight from foot to foot gives a jiggle to each one. Of course, like most of his body, his legs are covered in a dusting of auburn hair, which only makes his more round, shapely waist stick out. Harvey knows his… backside is a bit on the larger side, hence why he wears a blazer with coat tails, but the squats haven’t actually shrunk his derriere. Instead it feels as though they’ve simply sculpted it, turning it from a full and bouncy peach to a nice and shapely apple. Lastly, his eyes go to his upper body. Along with standard pilates, Caroline insists on rounding out their workouts with a bit of weights and cardio. Couple that with Harvey’s own morning push-ups, and his upper body has gotten decently developed. His pecs are still soft and a bit squishy, not bulging with muscle, but his arms show a good deal of definition, even more so when Harvey begins to flex and admire himself. It feels good, standing out in the open, breeze flowing over his body, and striking these poses that only he is allowed to see…
He shivers, looking down to see his cock beginning to grow to half mast. Looking around sheepishly, still far too modest to want even a slim chance of somebody seeing him hot and bothered, he verifies once more that, yes, nobody is around, and the forest around him contains only the soft sound of crickets, frogs, and the occasional bird. Bringing a hand down between his legs, he cups his bulge, rubbing it against his palm and giving a pleasured sigh. Biting his lip to stop from moaning, as well as to ground himself enough to not get too indulged in his own pleasure, Harvey dips a toe into the refreshing water of the pond. It’s nice, crisp, and cool, and a perfect contrast to the summer heat of the valley. Additionally, Harvey notes, some ice cold water might be exactly what he needs right now…
The spring itself only reaches to about his waist, stopping just before the base of his cock and right at the start of the curve of his ass. Still, that alone is enough to start soothing the tension in his legs, and giving a relaxed groan, Harvey sinks himself further into the water. The soreness in his hips, back, chest, and finally his arms and neck begin to fade away, as if by magic, as the man lays himself in the water, allowing himself to float gently along its surface. He simply coasts, just like that, letting the healing properties of the spring absorb into his muscles. His mind wanders: Is all the mountain water in the valley like this? Should he ask Demetrius about it? How could he bring it up without revealing too much of his private get-away? Mayor Lewis had once mentioned a bathhouse in the area, by the train station… Was it set up because of these medicinal waters?
A rustle, coming from the overgrown weeds, snaps Harvey out of his thoughts. He raises his head cautiously, unsure if what he’d heard was simply an animal… Then there it goes again. More rustling, and this time getting closer. Looking up at the sky, the sun has nearly gone entirely. Surely nobody is coming out here so close to dark, right? But there it goes again, and this time, Harvey can make out the sound of plants being ripped, and then uprooted. He sits up fully now, looking back and forth, thankfully his glasses are still on and he’s able to make out his surroundings. Spotting his clothes, he swims to the side of the spring closest to them. Reaching, he can’t quite grab at them, even going as far as to stand on the tips of his toes, and exposing his wet cock to the quickly cooling air, but still no chance of grabbing them.
The rustling is getting closer, and closer with each passing minute. With his mind racing, and panic setting in, he becomes much more aware of himself. Every drop of water running down the hairs of his chest, every breeze that dances over his exposed bottom, the way his cock mortifyingly shrinks from a combination of fear, the cold air, and utter humiliation as his getting caught grows nearer… Snapping himself out of his panicked paralysis, Harvey quickly moves back to the edge of the water, readying himself to leap from the spring, run for his clothes, and run as fast as he can before whoever is approaching has a chance to spot him-
“Oh-!” Too late. Harvey tenses, one leg lifted over the edge of the pond, and both arms supporting himself, frozen mid climb. The voice coming from behind him is one he recognizes immediately… Malik, the farmer. “I… Oh, wow. Erm, I-I um…”
It’s clear the younger man is at a loss for words, and Harvey can’t exactly blame him. It’s not everyday you wander through the mountainside and find your primary care physician butt naked and soaking wet. And, much to his own shame, he realizes the position he’s in is giving Malik a perfectly unobstructed view of his hairy ass. Harvey slides back into the water, face heating up and erupting a bright red blush, travelling down his cheeks and sitting at his shoulders. Whipping around to face the farmer, he’s greeted with the sight of Malik, covered in dirt, holding his scythe in one hand and a satchel of weeds slung over his shoulder. He watches as the other man’s eyes scan over his naked body, across his chest, down his stomach, and…
“Eep-!” Harvey sinks lower into the water, hands shooting to his crotch, using a combination of his hands and the water to cover his shame. Malik chuckles, and the doctor feels the air deflate from him, knowing how he must look like an utter fool.
“So… Is there any particular reason why you’re skinny dipping on my farm, or…” Malik grins, a teasing grin as he approaches the pond, causing Harvey to sink even lower into the water, shyly backing away until his back hits the edge of the watering hole. The dyed-purple bangs of the farmer frame the cat-like green eyes of the man, glinting with a promise that Harvey can’t quite identify.
“U-Um…
Your
farm? I didn’t- I mean that your land surely doesn’t stretch out this far, right?”
“Sure does. Everything up to the very edge of Marnie’s ranch was owned by Grandpa. It’s just overgrown.”
“Which… Which is why you’re out here. Clearing the weeds.” Harvey could kick himself. In fact, he makes a note to do exactly that when he’s fully clothed and back in his apartment above the clinic.
“Spot on. So I take it you aren’t intentionally trespassing so you can enjoy a naked stroll on the farm?”
“I- erm, correct. I-I’m really sorry about this, I’ll uh, just grab my clothes and go…”
“No need to rush. I enjoy the view.” Malik grins wider walking right up to the edge of the water and leaning down, overlooking Harvey in a way that radiated power… Harvey readjusts his hands, making more space for his quickly growing dick.
“I… I-Is it possible the two of us could, you know, keep this between us?” Harvey looks up, pleading, unsure if Malik is merely teasing or has something malicious in his mind.
“Awe, but it’s a shame to keep such a pretty full moon all to myself.”
“I-I, um… Moon?” Harvey looks up, seeing no moon in the sky, then suddenly realizing to what Malik is referring to. Moving one of his hands off his cock, the doctor uses his spare to cover his backside, only making the farmer laugh more.
“Calm down, I’m only teasing, Harvey. Your secret is safe with me.” Malik reaches forward, tussling Harvey’s hair affectionately, and
not
helping the growing erection the doctor is sporting beneath the water’s surface. “And you’re more than welcome to keep skinny dipping on my farm. I wasn’t joking about enjoying the view.”
Malik winks, standing back up and walking around the pond, eyes dancing over every inch of Harvey he can, all the while the doctor squirms, turning to try and keep as much of his body a mystery as he can. Harvey watches, blushing, still heating his upper body while his erection heats his lower half, all while Malik stalks around him like a lion encountering a fresh prime rib. Then, Malik looks down at his dusty boots, right in front of them being Harvey’s clothes. His face erupts in a mischievous grin.
“Oops-” Malik states, overselling the apologetic tone to make it come off as disingenuous as possible. The farmer kicks a healthy heap of dirt onto the pile of clothes, and reaches down to lift up the pile of discarded garments. “Looks like these are all dirty. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I-I… Yes, I suppose so…” Harvey gulps, taking note of the way Malik’s body tenses slightly, like a cobra poised to strike.
“Well, that just won’t do. I can’t very well send you home in dirty clothes, can I?”
“M-Malik, wait-”
“Guess I’ll head back to the farmhouse and wash them. And, I’d hurry back to the clinic if I were you. The Saloon will be crawling with people this time of night.”
He runs off, Harvey’s clothes in tow, disappearing into the dense foliage. The doctor curses under his breath, naked, soaking wet, hard as a rock… With a nervous glance around, ensuring that Malik has truly gone, Harvey hoists himself out of the water, dripping onto the grass below. He redoubles his effort to conceal himself, one hand on his cock and the other attempting to hide his round ass. The latter of the two fails in concealing much of anything given the sheer size of Harvey’s butt, however the doctor is committed to giving it some sense of cover. Turning on his heel, with the warm night air whipping around every inch of his exposed and damp skin, Harvey makes his way back towards the ranch. He braces himself as he steps through foliage and plants, eyes scanning the distance for any sign of another person that might see him. This is going to be a very long, very embarrassing, very
arousing
walk back home…