Lance just couldn't take his eyes off of him. As soon as the eighteen-year-old high school student looked out the kitchen window, the African-American man in the swimming pool became a popular sight. Troy didn't work at the police station today, so he decided to spend this warm afternoon drenched in fresh cool water. Lance suspected that the man didn't even realize his sudden arrival in the house, and he hoped Troy's mindset would stay the same for now.
The student in the kitchen sighed. Troy had just emerged from the deep end. Just watching the water dripping down his head and shoulders made Lance tremble. The simple spectacle shouldn't have persuaded his five senses to lose a bit of control. Troy got out of the pool to reveal his dark blue swim trunks being the only piece of clothing on his body. Lance should have looked away, but he couldn't. Just one look at the policeman's half-naked body, and the slender young man began to feel a little weak in the knees. The muscular arms and chest would have made the average American woman swoon. Lance clearly wasn't a woman, though he began to feel like one at this moment. He could feel something rising from within his cerebral capacity. He felt tempted to join him in the swimming pool. This particular scenario didn't lack any of its original appeal at all.
"Hey, Lance, can you hear me?"
Lance quickly turned around to see his girlfriend, Sabrina, standing right behind him with her arms folded across her chest.
He faked a smile and said, "I completely buzzed out for a second."
Sabrina laughed. "Better be careful. It looked like you were having a crush on my dad."
"Now that's funny."
"Listen, I'll be gone for a few minutes. I'm gonna get something from the supermarket. Do you want anything?"
Lance shook his head. "No, I'm fine."
They kissed each other before Sabrina left the kitchen and walked out the front door. Lance was alone in the kitchen once more. He slid his fingers across his shaggy brown hair. He wanted to curse himself for this alternative attraction he had never stumbled upon before. But he couldn't help it. He kept his eyes on the black man in the swimming pool.
As a top-ranking official in the Fullerton Police Department, Troy always kept in shape by exercising and eating healthy, at least according to the basic information that Sabrina offered to her boyfriend. Her words spoke true because Lance found himself licking his lips without even realizing it. He watched as Troy exited the pool and dried himself with a white-colored towel. Lance walked up to the kitchen table and pretended to scramble his belongings in his backpack.
Troy opened the patio door and spotted him right away. "Hi there, Lance. When did you come in?"
Lance tried hard to compose himself as he stared at Troy's gorgeous abs for a split second. "Sabrina and I came in about ten minutes ago. She's now on her way to the supermarket to buy some snacks."
"Tell me you're doing only homework today."
Lance tried to laugh, but couldn't. "Don't worry. I know the rules."
"Good. I'll be in the bathroom if you need anything."
Troy left the kitchen, leaving behind wet footprints on the marble tiles. When alone, Lance breathed a sigh of relief. He felt so fortunate that Troy never looked down. A little lump in Lance's brown cargo shorts had already revealed itself as a visible item that deserved to be hidden from unwanted eyes. He grabbed his cup from the countertop and took a long sip of his water. He shook his head to fend off a certain dirty daydream that overwhelmed his conventional train of thought. Imagining a middle-aged African-American man standing naked in the bathroom didn't belong to his usual mental vibe. He couldn't stop thinking about it, however. It managed to stay as an image he so desperately wanted to see in real life. He placed the cup back on the counter. He now only had one thing in mind. Once he left the kitchen, the young man tiptoed his way across the hallway. The bathroom door was located at the other side of the hallway, right alongside the stairs. It remained partially open as it let the fluorescent light from inside spill over and spread all across the marble floor. Lance held his breath. He just had to see the man inside the bathroom.
Once he took a peek inside, he caught sight of the mirror showing Troy as he continued to dry himself with his towel. He had just taken off his swim trunks, so now he had nothing else to wear. The sight of his naked self was enough for Lance to keep the bulging figure in his cargo shorts steady without an abrupt termination. Troy held such a high regard for his muscular exterior, and Lance took advantage of it by giving himself a free show.
The young man unzipped his shorts and rubbed the solid figure inside it gently with his fingers. Never had he experienced such unusual encouragement, especially when inspired by another man's body. He made sure that Troy either didn't look out the door or didn't set his eyes on the mirror where Lance would be visible in the hallway. The young man just kept rubbing his cock, which had already grown to its most rock-hard shape.
All of a sudden, his smartphone rang.
"Shit!"
He pulled his smartphone from out of his pocket. He answered it as soon as Troy opened the door and looked to see who spied on him. Lance hung up when realizing that a telemarketer had just given him the call. He couldn't say anything at this point. Troy now stood a few feet in front of him with absolutely nothing to wear. Lance kept himself from looking down at the black man's erection. But then, he realized his mistake as he looked down at his own penis no longer in hiding.
He zipped up his cargo shorts and said, "Give me time to explain and you'll understand the whole thing."
Troy didn't look surprised at all. "You don't have to explain. I know what's going on."
Lance placed his smartphone back in his pocket. "You do?"
"You love being naughty, don't you?"
Lance didn't like the direction the officer had just taken. "Whatever you're thinking of, it's not true. I would never betray Sabrina like this."
A little smile formed on Troy's face. "You're in denial. I was right all along."
The young man just had to tell the truth. "I didn't know why I did it. I couldn't help myself."
"Oh, I know why you couldn't help yourself. You can't resist a body like mine."
"Don't say that!"
"Don't deny it. It's what you want. You want me to fuck you like a horse, don't you?"
