The morning shift was calm and uneventful, until Officer Brooks entered the store to order his doughnuts. Will felt the energy in the room change immediately and tried to act normal. His parents trusted him to practically run the place since he had graduated, and all customers were easy to deal with and many knew him since he was little - the benefit of a small town.
Officer Brooks walked slowly in front of the shelves with his casual and masculine swagger, and Will could almost feel the hot energy emanating from his big arms and robust torso. He wore his uniform and some aviator sunglasses - the day was sunny - but Will could see his sparkling blue eyes through them. The usual smirk seemed to indicate he was in a good mood.
"Morning, buddy. I'll have the vanilla cake," his husky tone made the air vibrate.
"Good morning, sir," replied Will, grabbing two large doughnuts from the nearby shelf.
Will wondered what Officer Brooks thought of him. They only knew each other for a couple of years - Brooks came from a big city to live on a nearby farm that belonged to his grandfather. He was divorced and few people knew much about him. But all Will needed to know was that the man was hot and that he had never met a guy who made him feel nervous. He wanted to show his appreciation.
"It's on the house, sir," said Will calmly.
Officer Brooks stared at him for a second and slowly put the dollar bill back into his wallet.
"Why's that?"
"A sign of appreciation for your services, sir. You're our best officer," Will felt his face warm up slightly. "And for Uncle George," he added.
Saying that wasn't a stretch. People did love Officer Brooks and many looked up to him as a father figure. He respected the elders and had warm conversations with the less fortunate. He had saved old Uncle George from a fire the previous summer. And the ladies had many positive things to say about his good demeanor and... well, his masculine presence.
"You're gonna make me blush, pal," the man replied, smirking.
"You're a great man, sir," said Will.
Officer Brooks nodded slowly and looked around. He scratched his stubble and looked at Will from top to bottom. He slowly leaned over the counter and crossed his hairy arms.
"And you are a nice fellow, Will," he said in a curious tone.
"Thank you, sir," replied Will quickly, a little excited by hearing his name. "At your service," he added suggestively.
Officer Brooks stared at him for a few seconds and nodded again.
"Alright. Have a nice day," the man said finally and walked out.
Will felt his poor heart beat like a bass drum. He kept thinking about Officer Brooks' hefty arms for the rest of the day.
The next morning, the man entered the store again and Will didn't wait to hear the order. He was too familiar with his tastes. Officer Brooks grinned approvingly and reached for his wallet.
"It's on the house again?" he asked playfully.
"Yes, sir. Don't worry," said Will. "Anything else?"
The man chuckled and leaned on the counter.
"I don't know, pal. What are ya willing to offer?"
"Uh... anything, sir. Anything that helps you relax," said Will meekly. He hated being too obvious.
Officer Brooks took off his aviator glasses and nodded slowly. His blue eyes glinted intensely.
"I have a pain in my shoulder. Can you help me with that?"
"Uh, yes... where, sir?" Will walked around the counter and looked up at Officer Brooks. The man was several inches taller than him. He admired that big mountain of hairy muscle and healthy fat.
Brooks turned around and presented his back nonchalantly.
"Rub them. Yeah... like that, closer to the neck," he oriented, as Will moved his hands on his broad shoulders.
Will pressed and rubbed those shoulders for a few minutes. His hands looked smaller in contrast with his burly frame. Officer Brooks released a few deep breaths of relaxation and kept telling him to massage harder.
"Hell yeah, that feels good," he said with a casual husky tone.
He finally turned around again and grabbed the doughnuts, grinning approvingly.
"Thanks, buddy. I feel much better."
"It's a pleasure, sir. Always at your service," replied Will nervously, trying to hide his red face.
"Alright," said Brooks, chuckling and walking outside.
A few days passed and Officer Brooks didn't show up again. It slightly broke Will's heart. He felt excited and wanting to do unspoken things with that man. He cursed himself for being so stupid to think that a man like that would want anything with him. He was so boring and he didn't have a pair of big tits to offer, like the cute housewives who waved at Brooks when he drove by.
At the end of the week, Will wondered if he had done or said anything wrong. He deeply desired to see Officer Brooks again and it slowly turned into an obsession. His shifts became tiresome and duller, and he found himself questioning his life decisions.
Brooks finally showed up the next Monday. He seemed quiet and tense as he ordered a sandwich. His eyes were hidden by his usual sunglasses.
"Is everything alright, sir?"
The man looked at him with a serious gaze, and then finally smirked.
"I'm fine, Will. How about you?"
"Yes, sir. I'm always fine," replied Will while putting the sandwich into the bag.
Brooks nodded and walked closer to the counter.
"Look, Will. I'll be honest," the man took a deep breath and looked around before continuing. "You're a handsome guy. Am I gonna get in trouble if I... well, use you for a few minutes?"
Will felt like his legs were suddenly melting and the bass drum inside his chest started to move again.
