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It was your very first summer in Stardew Valley, and, Yoba, it was beautiful. All your years in the city were nothing compared to this. The beach was just a walk from your farm and everyone did an amazing job at keeping it clean. There were shells littering the entire area, the water a crystal clear blue. You were sitting just a ways from where the water lapped at the land on a large, soft beach towel, taking it all in. Emily and Leah were off to the side bouncing back a volleyball, Hailey just to the right of you smothered in suntan lotion and soaking in the rays. You had become fast friends with the three of them, as well as Sebastian and Sam, though they weren't ones to play in the summer sun. Everything was going well, really well, untill…
"WOOOHOOO, DR. HARVEY OUT HERE WITH THE SPEEDO," Emily calls out crudely, letting out a long wolf whistle after. That causes you to whip your head around and, on your life, you wish you hadn't.
"Oh, fuck," you choke out, face turning beet red. Sure as shit, there he was, the good doctor donning what could only be described as a Speedo; a skimpy, green Speedo. And it wasn't that he looked bad, or stupid even, no, no. It was just, you now had a clear look of about 99% of the doc's body.
Out on display were thick, long legs, well filled out shoulders, and a soft stomach hanging over the waistband, just slightly. A smattering of dark hair dusted his whole body, the thicker patches on his chest and lower stomach drawing your eyes. You quickly look away, the thought of getting caught staring alone was mortifying, but it was too late. At a speed that would be extremely suspicious if anyone was paying attention you bring your legs close to your chest, hoping it was enough to hide your dick chubbing in your swim trunks. The strain against the mesh inside was wicked uncomfortable, but for the life of you, you could not calm yourself down.
Oh Yoba, he began to speak.
"The sun's good for you, Emily, it's important to try to get as much exposure as you can," Harvey replies with a bright smile, "with plenty of sunscreen of course." Why did he have to be such a massive nerd. A massive nerd with an incredibly hot dad bod. It was like you were in a personalized hell.
"Well, why do you come join me and Em in the water, huh?," Leah asks, punting their volleyball into the ocean, causing Emily to chase after it like an overly excited dog. You could hear Hailey let out a puff of laughter at her sister's ridiculous behavior, but when you glance over her eyes are closed behind her sunglasses. Thank Yoba. She didn't notice you huddling like a little weirdo.
"Yeah, yeah, just give me a moment to put my towel down," and oh fuck, he was walking towards you. And oh fuck you could see the outline of his dick, and oh fuck it was no where near small. The people of this town were way too comfortable with each other. It was almost on purpose, how close he got to you, with your eyes level with his crotch.
"Am I okay to leave my towel near your stuff?," he asks, as if you wouldn't eat handfuls of sand if he wanted you to. All you can do is nod, and the pressure in your shorts increases tenfold when he gives you a small, thankful smile in return.
"Hey, farmer boy, why don't you join in, too," Emily calls out from the water as you watch Harvey make his way in, trying to keep your eyes off his ass.
"I'm good!" you call out, and thank the heavens above that your voice only cracks a little.
"C'mon, it's a real nice temperature today!"
You start to panic, just a bit, and respond "Maybe in a bit, then, I still haven't had my fill of vitamin D!"
You almost wanna smack yourself for saying that, your face heating up impossibly hotter, to the point where you wouldn't be surprised if one of the girls accused you of getting sunburnt. Thankfully the topic is dropped, but not before Harvey chimes in with a-
"That's my boy!"
And that forces another choke out of you, going just as unnoticed as the first. If only he knew how much you wanted to be his boy. You shift ever so slightly, trying to get even just a bit more comfortable. Alas, the rub of your thighs just sends a shot of pleasure up your spin, as your poor, weeping, rock hard dick was caught in the middle. You grit your teeth, hard, trapping a moan deep in your throat. Sweat was running down your back now, and you could feel it gathering in patches under your top surgery scars. Thank Yoba it was so hot out today, because although it wasn't helping the condition you were in at all, it at least gave you probable reasoning for being such a sweaty, hot mess.
This goes on for a while, 20 minutes at the very least. You watch as the three of them splash around in the water, Harvey's wide thighs and love handles distracting you one too many times. It had been this way the moment you had laid eyes on him. His geeky, bashful demeanor and father of four body type (despite having no children, or spouse for that matter) captivated your mind and soul. It didn't help that he was now soaking wet and laughing without care, amplifying his attractiveness. At some point it becomes too much, and when it seems like noone is looking you book it to the shabby changing rooms just on the edge of the trees. You shamble to the stall furthest from the door and slam it shut once you're inside. Pulling your shorts down is a waste of time, you decide, and you simply shove your hand in. The relief is palpable, as you roughly tug at your cock, too desperate to properly jack yourself off right off the bat. Thoughts of Harvey fill your mind, and you are powerless to stop them. Thoughts of him pushing you up against the tiled walls of the stall, humping you like a man possessed while your dick is trapped, unreachable even if you tried. Thoughts of him pushing you to the floor, plunging into you with minimal prep so you could feel the stretch and burn, clear as day. Him whispering in your ears, that he noticed you checking him out, staring at his crotch, calling you dirty and filthy and nasty. Telling you he saw the tent in your trunks, saw just how much of an effect he had on you. You were almost too lost in imagining the sound of his balls slapping against yours that you didn't hear the door to the building open. Thankfully, you had slowed down, quieted down, just in time. Though, that didn't mean you were gonna stop.
"Hey, are you okay?" Harvey called out, concerned laced in his tone, "I saw you run in here and thought I'd give you a moment. You looked pretty red, do you think you might be having a heat stroke?"
"No, no," you call out, and you hear him make his way to your stall. You see his feet under the stall door, and he's tall enough that you can see some of his hair sticking out over the top. You always forget how tall he is. How easy it would be for him to tower over you, cover you compl-
"I'm alright," you get out quickly, as your hand continues at a snail's pace. Suddenly, you're very glad you hadn't dropped your trunks. It would be incredibly hard to explain why they were around your ankles while you were standing up, facing forward in a stall. "I, uh, yeah, it got a bit too hot for me," the urge to smack yourself again arises (as does the thought of Harvey smacking you around, treating you rough, manhan- focus!) "I don't think it's a heat stroke, though, or heat exhaustion. No nausea, no goosebumps, no headache."
Things like heat stroke and heat exhaustion were some of the first things you talked about with Harvey. It was cute, how worried he was about you being out in the fields all day.
"Okay, if you're sure," he conceded in a low voice, after letting out a small hum. You had to bite back a groan, fuck the man for taking that kind of tone with you. Your hand sped up, just a fraction, and you screwed your eyes tight as the tell tale signs of orgasm snuck up on you. Harvey needed to leave, now.
Or join you. Either works.
"Go enjoy the beach, doc," you say, surprised at how well you held a normal tone, "I'll be just fine, I promise." You hear him let out a sigh.
"Alright, if you're absolutely sure," he says hesitantly, and you see his feet walk back towards the door, "but I'm going to see if Elliot or Willy have any water to spare for you, okay? And once you're out I want you to drink some, immediately."
All you could do is let out a mumbled "mmhm, okay" as he finally leaves. Once the door closes you all but collapse forward, forehead hitting the stall door. In your mind you amplified the demanding tone he took with you, but the Harvey in your mind wasn't commanding you to drink water, no. You imagined him commanding you to come, to be a good boy and let go. You bang your fist on the stall door, letting out a small cry and a strangled "Harvey" as you cum in your swim trunks. You stumble back and onto the little bench within the stall, breathing heavily and trying to pull yourself out of the post nut haze you were in. The sticky feeling in your trunks slowly starts to hit you, but you're too thankful for the fact that the cum hadn't leaked through to the front to really complain. After a few moments you haul yourself up and back out to the beach.
Just as promised, there was an ice cold water bottle sitting with your stuff. You down it quickly, small rivets of water falling down your chin and on to your chest. And if you looked toward the ocean once it was empty and saw Harvey quickly turning his head from you, you could only suppress the thoughts of what he might've been imagining as you ran towards him and the girls. You didn't have the energy to get caught up in any more steamy thoughts today, not when splashing around with a practically naked Harvey was already a reality for you right now. Your imagination could wait, the real thing was right in front of you.