I spent the early part of Saturday hiking through the woods near my cousin's property, before heading back to the house for lunch and a short afternoon nap. Officer Harley occupied my thoughts throughout the day. Our encounter in the woods had left me restless, and the memory of it kept me in a constant state of arousal.
I cooked dinner when evening fell, then reclined on the couch to watch an old movie on television. I figured afterwards I'd sit in the Jacuzzi tub for a while before heading off to bed. When the movie ended, I got up from the sofa and changed into my swim trunks. The Jacuzzi was in a solarium at the back of the house and I went in to remove the cover and turn on the jets. I headed back to the kitchen to grab a glass of water when I heard a knock at the front door. My heart started pounding as I quickly threw on a t-shirt and went to open it. Harley was standing there on the porch.
"Hey," he said with a smile. He was dressed snugly in jeans, boots, jacket and a black t-shirt. He stepped forward and leaned his shoulder against the doorframe. One hand was stuffed deep in his jeans pocket and the other was hefting a six-pack of beer.
"I hope I'm not intruding," he remarked.
"No, not at all," I answered quickly. "Come in." I stepped aside, holding the door wide open for him.
He casually strode inside. "This is a really nice place," he said, looking around. "Are you up here by yourself?"
"Yeah. This is my cousin's place. He and his wife are away on vacation." There was an awkward pause for a moment while we stood in the foyer. He was surveying the surroundings, taking everything in, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. His form-fitting shirt and jeans were stretched across his massive frame, revealing his truly impressive physique. He kept his hand in his pocket and seemed to be avoiding my gaze. There was something more reserved about his demeanor.
"Here, let me take that." I said, gesturing towards the beer.
"Oh, sure," he said as he handed it to me.
"Do you want one?" I asked, pulling a can from the ring. It was ice cold.
"Sure, yeah." He nodded and took the can I offered. He popped it open and quickly took a sip.
I took one for myself and gestured for him to follow me into the house. "Make yourself at home." I opened the fridge and placed the beer inside.
He stepped into the living room and looked around, clutching his beer can. I joined him and we stood in silence for a moment taking swallows of beer. My dick was starting to stiffen just from being near him. "Did you work today?" I ventured.
"Just got off," he replied with a nod.
I smiled. He seemed a little shy, which was not only in contrast to his behavior yesterday, but also didn't fit with his hulky stature. His bright green eyes were focused on the painting above the fireplace and he was chewing at his lower lip. "I was just about to get into the hot tub. You're welcome to join me if you'd like."
He turned to me and held my gaze for a moment. Then he grinned. "I didn't bring a suit or anything."
"That's not a problem," I replied as I took a sip of beer.
"Okay," he shrugged with feigned indifference and took off his jacket. I led him to the solarium, set my beer down on the tile and peeled off my shirt. I stepped down into the bubbling water and moved to the opposite side of the tub where I could watch him undress. He set his beer down next to mine and then looked at me. I steadily returned his gaze.
"Come on," I urged. "Water's hot."
He smiled, then quickly lifted his t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto a chair. His chest was round and meaty, with an ample covering of curly, blondish-red hair. The skin on his torso was slightly paler than that of his neck and arms and looked sexy as hell. He took a seat and pulled off his boots, setting them down next to him, then peeled off his socks. He stood back up and started unbuttoning his jeans with a coy smile. He slid them down his thick thighs, stepped out of them and threw them on the chair. He reached for his beer and took a couple gulps as he stood at the edge of the tub. His thick cock was tenting his underwear and between swallows he reached down to adjust himself. He set his beer down again and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs. He paused for a second, looking straight at me, then slipped out of his underwear. His cock was fully hard and stood out from beneath his round, furry belly. He slowly stepped down into the hot tub, then sank with a sigh into the steaming water until it covered him to just below his chest.
I got up and leaned towards him, reaching over his shoulder for the beer. Water trickled off my arm and onto his neck and chest. His hand immediately slipped up my leg to my waist and lingered there. I handed his beer can to him, then leaned over again to grab my own. I stood up directly in front of him and took a swig of beer, my trunks soaking wet and clinging to my hips, outlining my erect dick. He took a long sip, then tossed his beer aside and stood up quickly, upsetting the water all around us. He grabbed my beer, dropping it into the tub and drew me into a rough kiss. I grabbed his meaty ass and pulled his naked hips into mine. He rubbed himself forcibly against me, then reached down to tear off my swim trunks. He pulled them off me and tossed them aside, then picked me up and sat me on the edge of the tub. He bent his head down and immediately took me into his mouth. I sighed with pleasure as he engulfed me completely. I spread my legs for him as he began to fervently bob up and down on my cock.
My hands roamed over his closely-cropped head, down to his broad, muscular shoulders and thick, bulging arms. He massaged my thighs with his large hands as he insistently sucked my throbbing cock.
He pulled off me for a moment and wrapped his hand around my dick, jacking me slowly. He looked up at me with a smile, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. "You are so fuckin' hot," he said, then licked the underside of my shaft. My whole body trembled.
He took me into his mouth again, sliding down on my dick until his moustache and nose were pressed against my pubic hair. He grunted, then worked my dick in and out of his mouth for a time. I struggled to control my breathing. The air was filled with steam and the loud whir of the tub jets lulled me into a completely relaxed, receptive state.
He continued to suck my cock for a while, then stood up, pushing me on to my back and hooking his hands under my knees. He pressed my thighs against my chest, exposing my backside to him. He leaned down, wrapped his lips around the head of my dick and started teasing me with his tongue. He moved to my balls and gently licked them before sliding farther down to my perineum. The flicker of his tongue caused my hips to buck. He paused for a second, then licked my wet hole with his warm tongue.
"Aw, fuck!" I called out. He pressed his mouth between my cheeks and started tracing the ring of my hole with his tongue. I grabbed the underside of my thighs and spread my legs apart.
