The 42nd Annual Fettig High School Career Fair

Eli

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The 42nd Annual Fettig High School Career Fair had kicked off just like it had every year before. Once every school year, the high school devoted an entire Friday to promoting possible career prospects to the seniors. They hosted multiple different booths, activities, and tours sponsored by both local and regional businesses, all in hopes of inspiring the senior class towards a specific future. 

Before the fair would open, the principal would recite the same 10-minute speech he used every year. Inviting the students in, the principal would explain that the fair was meant to be “transformative” and he would “personally hope” each one of them would have a possible future in mind before they’d left for the weekend. Once he was finished, the pep band would perform the school’s alma mater (which was fittingly titled “Fire Up, Fettig!”) and the seniors would be released into the wild.

Of course as all high school events went, not everyone wanted to participate, but those select few were always the most inspired by the end of the day.

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Eli was absolutely not excited for the 42nd Annual Fettig High School Career Fair. He’d desperately pleaded with his parents for the past few weeks to try and get him out of it. Family trip, religious obligation, even a doctor’s appointment–anything possible to make sure that he couldn’t go. Unfortunately, his parents had the exact opposite reaction he was hoping for.

“This’ll be good for you!”

“You could find something that inspires you, or maybe even make connections!”

It was easy to say he was furious. As an 18-year-old, Eli should’ve been able to make his own decisions without an excuse from his parents. He should’ve been able to do whatever he wanted! He could’ve been practicing for the upcoming baseball game, gone shopping for some new clothes, or even been studying for the math exam next week. Eli hadn’t ever studied for anything math-related in his life, but if his parents had gotten him out of the fair he might have at least considered it. But because of his parents lack of support, he was now sitting in a police cruiser heading downtown.

Due to Eli’s refusal to participate, he was shoved into the first activity the registrar could find with an open spot. Luckily for the registrar, the Hudson County Police Department’s registration list was completely empty, so Eli was tossed right in. Unluckily for Eli, that meant that he not only had to participate, but he was the only person in his group. And that was why the 5’11 baseball jock was sitting in the passenger seat with his backpack at his feet.

“So…” Officer Olson started awkwardly. “Have you ever thought about being a cop before?”

“No,” Eli muttered, blowing a chunk of his curtain bangs out of his eyes. Covered in an oversized jersey and mesh shorts, he tried his best to not give the man any attention. Before, Eli had been pouting too much to register anything that had been going on, but now he decided to carefully investigate the policeman–and there was a lot to investigate. 

Officer Olson was a titan, an alpha male; all muscle and dominance with a deep, commanding voice that Eli had only just picked up on. Although he was a little shorter than Eli, the man looked like an officer by day and bodybuilder by night. By the little interaction the two had had, Eli could tell that Officer Olson was intense, disciplined, but also just. What surprised Eli the most however was that the man was young. It was amazing how much testosterone poured off a man that barely looked 30. 

“Well, I was expecting a lot more of you kids,” the policeman continued before popping open the glove compartment, revealing a fresh box of donuts. “But I guess it’s your lucky day.”

That’s what he thinks, Eli thought to himself, grumbling. Officer Olson mistook the grumble as Eli being hungry.

“Oh perfect! Well it looks like I had some pretty good timing skills, huh?”

Knowing the policeman wasn’t going to stop pressuring him, Eli reluctantly grabbed a frosted Long John and took a small bite. He was annoyed by the cheesiness of an officer having donuts readily available, but he found himself honestly enjoying the treat.

Getting back to inspecting, Eli began to notice other little details about Officer Olson. He had hazel eyes that sparkled in the light, their dreaminess nearly enough to fool any victim. And the man’s self-assured smirk said the big cop knew exactly what a sexy, hulking stud he was too. Even the hard angles of Officer Olson’s face and the five o’clock shadow that was practically begging to become a beard made him even more handsome to Eli. 

Eli wasn’t gay–in fact he’d had a steady girlfriend for the past year and a half now–but he could admit when another man was attractive. And this man was especially intriguing. Eli couldn’t help himself as he stared at the officer’s bicep while it casually rocked back and forth, rolling like a bowling ball. Officer Olson almost immediately took notice of this and began flexing, his muscles straining against every seam of his uniform. 

“Jealous, little man?” Officer Olson responded, irritating Eli. The policeman was completely in love with himself and obscenely sexy; the kind of gorgeousness that turned the casual act of sitting in a car seat into a private show for passengers. 

“I’m not little,” Eli scoffed. “I’m the pitcher for the high school’s baseball team.”

“Oh, a pitcher?” Officer Olson took the opportunity for conversation. “But why would the team need a pitcher?”

Eli’s face adorned a sudden look of scorn. Was the policeman dense or something? Had this guy never seen baseball before, or at least heard of it?

“What do you mean?” Eli interrogated.

“I mean I’ve never played rugby before where you’ve needed a pitcher.”

Eli considered this for a moment, realizing that the officer was right. What had he been thinking–rugby having a pitcher? That didn’t make any sense. So then why did Eli feel like he was forgetting something? Eli took another bite of the Long John as Officer Olson continued.

“Anyway, I’d imagine pitching would be somewhat difficult with your build.”

“What do you mean by that?” Eli asked while chewing.

“Well, for one thing your height. I’d imagine you played a lot of basketball in high school.”

“Yup!” Eli didn’t notice how he’d adopted a much cheerier tone. He did notice however the aching pain he felt from his legs being forced into the small space in front of the passenger seat. Muscles bulged out of his trunks obscenely, and beneath them a pair of football-sized calves reshaped the backs of Eli’s pants. His thighs looked like they had their own thighs, pushing his blue trousers to a limit Eli wasn’t 100% comfortable with.

“Yeah,” Eli chuckled nervously. “Being 6’5 made me quite valuable on the court.”

“Oh I’m sure,” Officer Olson agreed. “But I bet when you started bulking up in college, they had to edge you out.”

Eli chuckled along, nodding as he reminisced about his college days. His massive torso rippled along with each laugh, the hardened muscles underneath his gut moved like cobblestones during an earthquake. His pecs were so meaty and prominent that they too bounced with every intake of air. Even his nipples, which were always pert and poking through every shirt he owned, seemed to be dancing to their own tune. Eli’s massive chest was all due to his rugby days where he’d bench press like an animal during team workouts. Because of this, tees were mostly out of the equation. He’d since switched to short-sleeved, dark blue polos that always had a crisp point collar. The clingy fabric was like a second skin on him, and so tight that he left the top two buttons open. 

Officer Olson laughed along as they took a slight turn to get off the freeway. “And when you dropped out of college and switched to the police academy, I bet you were even more of a valuable player with arms like those.”

Although the policeman didn’t disguise his comment as well this time, Eli didn’t notice. He was too busy enjoying his donut. He did find it oddly difficult however to move the half-eaten Long John to his mouth. His sleeves were extremely constricting, digging rather furiously into his biceps. Eli suddenly felt accustomed to his massive arms, realizing that this had been a problem ever since he’d started playing rugby for the academy’s team. Biceps the size of a toddler’s head were pushing out of the tight sleeves, causing the lift of the donut to Eli’s mouth to look like a flexing demonstration.

“I bet playing rugby all those years helped you in other ways too,” Officer Olson absentmindedly commented, hoping to pique Eli’s interest.

“Really?” Eli took the bait.

“Well sure,” Officer Olson released the tiniest smirk. “All that running must’ve given you wide, thick feet to assist in balance. Plus, that constant battering over the years when you continued playing after graduation probably gave you a much thicker head.”

Eli acknowledged the assessment silently, tapping his Size 15 knee-high leather boots against the car floor as he continued chewing. Painfully, Eli felt a rush of memories flooding his brain. It almost seemed like he was suddenly remembering things that didn’t exist before: as if the 30 years he’d already lived were false. But as soon as the flash had come, the ache was softened with cotton and packing material. Things felt fuzzy as Eli tried to sift through the material, almost like his entire mind was denser. In fact, the more Eli thought about it, the simpler it felt.

Out of the blue, the policeman took one hand off of the wheel and firmly placed it onto Eli’s crotch. Officer Olson spoke again before Eli could make a complaint.

“This sausage has probably needed constant attention in the past. A big garden hose like this is always flopping around in shorts–so long that the head usually sneaks out of the bottom, right?”

Becoming less uncomfortable with the situation, Eli nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.

“But you’re ok with your dick needing a little attention every now and then…or more. You’ve accepted it as second-nature.”

Eli smiled dully as the policeman continued to grope him, moaning as he arched his back forward. His crotch was big as a coconut between his legs, bulging out over the edge of his seat between those monster thighs. It had always been a hassle for Eli to keep his pouch properly situated, especially since he had started wearing a thick leather belt daily. It was weighed down with all sorts of pouches and accessories, including a handgun that kept knocking against the car door as Eli eagerly bounced his gigantic legs. 

“Doesn’t it really please you though when your other end is satisfied?”

Eli’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Officer Olson reached behind his back and pulled at the waistband of his white briefs. He squirmed in his seat while the policeman’s hand guided its way to his crack, tickling the space between his buttocks. Eli knew his bottom was too sensitive–it was just too high, too round, and too firm.

Trying to distract himself, Eli attempted to take the final bite of his donut. However, his arm entangled itself in a cable that twisted around his body and connected to a chunky radio receiver. Following the cord, he was surprised to see it was attached to a walkie talkie clipped onto his belt. Once more, Eli tried moving his arm again, only this time to be blocked by a big gold shield that was pinned to his pec. He watched as the letters “S”, “H”, “E”, “R”, and “I” materialized onto the metal before being interrupted.

“Strugglin’ there, big guy?” Officer Olson giggled like a school girl, motioning to the Long John. 

Eli blinked, his eyes losing focus for a few seconds. Finally, he let out a deep, hearty laugh from the diaphragm.

“Uhhhhhhh…yeah…huhuh.”

“Let me help you then.” Officer pulled over the car as he finished fondling Eli. He then delicately grabbed the donut and guided it to Eli’s face. Eagerly, Eli opened his mouth and took the final bite. He shut his eyes in joy, not seeing the policeman lean in as he chewed. As soon as Eli took the final gulp, he felt a pair of thick lips latch onto his own. Although caught off guard, he kept his eyes closed as he embraced the passionate kiss. 

“Alright,” Officer Olson stated, breaking off the magical moment. “Time to get back to work. I can take care of your little sheriff during our lunch break.” 

Officer Olson winked as he leaned over the passenger seat one last time to reopen the glove compartment. Once he had what he needed, he quickly shut the latch and readjusted the item in his hands.

“There you go, Officer Ellis,” the policeman said as he secured the hat onto the other man’s head. “Can’t forget that, now can we?”

“No sir!” Officer Ellis chanted back in his usual brutish manner. Looking in the rearview mirror, he noticed the navy-colored cap perfectly accentuated his buzzcut and sharp, manly jaw.

“Mind if I eat the rest of these donuts?” Officer Ellis asked.

“Not at all,” Officer Olson replied as he hopped out of the cruiser. Shutting his door, he muttered to himself, “It’s not like anyone else was going to enjoy them anyway.”

Following suit, Officer Ellis shuffled his massive body out of the police car and onto the sidewalk. He felt a sudden rush of adrenaline rush over his body, and he knew exactly where it came from too. After six years in the city’s police force, he had finally been assigned to street patrol with his husband. Officer Ellis was beyond thrilled to walk the (hopefully) peaceful downtown streets with his work and life partner. Not only was that exciting, but he also had a few delicious donuts left to finish up.