"APOLLO" - A photographer's first fantasies about a real-life "blond god" of a motor cop don't begin to measure up to what happens in reality. (An illustrated serial in several parts).

PART 1

PERFECTION! I first saw him standing tall next to his police motorcycle. His tight blue uniform covered his well-muscled body like a second skin. A pair of tall black dress boots covered his ample calves. But what I noticed first was his golden hair as it caught the afternoon sun. The image of Apollo, the blond god of Greek Mythology entered my mind. (Hell, I always assumed Apollo had to be blond. Doesn't everybody?). I knew that I had to have this booted god, if only his image. I grabbed my camera and focused in on Apollo through the open window of my truck. I caught him as he stood at ease next to his police bike talking with some other motor cops. But just as the shutter clicked,one of the other cops pointed in my direction and Apollo turned to look. I lowered my camera, put the truck in gear and took off. I'd have to be satisfied with one snapshot.....for now.

I should explain that my profession and my passion was taking pictures of the male body.
I owned a small studio where I have male models pose as different images of masculinity. My apartment's walls were covered with hundreds of pictures of nude and uniformed men of every type. I've always been searching for the ideal image of male beauty. My trademark was that the men be booted. The idea of well-developed legs and calves covered in tall shiny black leather boots was an obsession for me.
To see a booted stud in uniform with his treasures hidden waiting to be revealed and then captured by the eye of the camera was my ultimate turn on. Officer "Apollo" had me totally turned on!

I parked my truck in my apartment complex and walked to my door carrying the camera. My tall black engineer boots snapped on the wooden floors as I took off my leather jacket and threw it on the bed. I went into the small room I had converted into a darkroom. I shut the door behind me and doused the light. I quickly went to work, opening the camera and extracting the film. About an hour later, I was pulling a print out of solution. There on the wet photographic paper, officer Apollo seemed to come alive. In the split second that I took the shot, a perfect image of this golden-boy motor cop was caught on film. As first glimpse of the image, my cock started swell against my tight jeans. I hung the print up to dry, left my darkroom and walked into my bedroom. There in a full length mirror, I began to examine my own image. I hung out at the leather and uniform bars as often as I could. I found many of the hot studs I used as models there so I also took care of my body.

I began to strip off my white T-shirt. I was proud of my well developed shoulders and abbs. At age 45, I was in pretty good shape. I took off my cap and checked myself out in the mirror. My blue eyes sparked against my olive skin. My mustache was just long and thick enough. I trailed my finger tips down my neck onto my chest. I rubbed my nipples., and watched them go erect. I had always been sensitive there and with Apollo's image still vivid in my mind's eye, I was simply horny as hell. I had always had it bad for blond men. They were my opposites. I thought of myself as sort of dark and brooding, and blond men seemed somehow light and full of energy. I unbuckled my broad black belt and pulled it out of the loops. Still watching myself in the mirror, I unsnapped my fly and pulled my jeans down to my boot tops. My manhood was swelling against the pouch of my jockstrap. I sat on the bed and pulled the jock down as far as it would go. Now, for the finale of my ritual stripping:the removal of my boots. I owned dozens of pair, but my black engineers were by far my favorite. I raised my right foot up to my left knee and began to pull the boot off. I always wore heavy socks, turned on by the thought of them holding my man sweat. I slipped the boot off rubbing the shaft
across my crotch. My cock reached its full length, and I felt the familiar non negotiable need to "take care of business."

I pulled off the other boot, and placed both boots on display beside me on the bed. I lifted both legs and pulled my jeans completely off. Holding my legs outstreched , my eyes traced the lines of my well-muscled thighs and calves down to my heavy boot socks. I relaxed my legs and pulled off the socks. I savored the smell of my boots and myself as I rubbed the warm, damp socks against my face. I breathed in deeply and felt euphoric as the scents seemed to surround me. I could have come right then. But I needed to be looking at the photo image of Apollo, It knew it would the increase the orgasm by several orders of magnitude.

Stroking my cock, I managed to get off the bed and make the round trip to the darkroom. I laid the still damp print of Apollo on my pillow. I lay back on the bed and kicked off my sweaty jock, all the while staring at my golden trooper and his uniform. As soon as my eyes fixed on his tall boots, I started to cum......……and cum!…….and cum! I remember rubbing the warm cream into my muscled flesh, still looking at Apollo's boots. Then I passed out.

I don't know what time it was when I was awakened by what sounded like a motorcycle reving in the parking lot just outside my front window. I got up to take a look. I pulled the curtain back. Was I dreaming? Yes, had to be. There in the dim light of the apartment parking lot, just dimounting from a police bike was Apollo. I rubbed my eyes with both fists. Now he was unbuckling his blue and white helmet. He started walking toward the apartment buidling on the oposite side of the lot. I fixed on the reflections from Apollo's boot leather until he disappeared inside thet building. " "Damn it!", I thought. " Please don't let me wake up. I don't want to wake up."

In about a minute, a light went on in the big livingroom window of the flat that had been for rent up on the second floor. Then Apollo stepped into the light. All that registered in my brain in those first hot seconds were what was catching the light from the bare overhead bulb, spit shined black boots and golden hair.

-End of Part 1.

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