To say CHP officer Chad Hardon liked being a motorcycle cop was an understatement. Chad simply lived for it.
As a youngster, in public school, he had joined the school patrol, helping fellow students at his school cross the busy street near his Los Angeles neighborhood school. The uniform he wore was simple: an orange safety vest with the words "School Patrol" written on the back and front, and a orange plastic safety helmet. What he really wanted to wear was the uniform of the LAPD cop who was assigned to his school and helped oversee the school patrol program. That uniform was black and well tailored and accentuated the physique of the wearer. If the cop was fit, the uniform would only enhance and highlight his physique. If the cop was a little chubby, the uniform would unfortunately accentuate that as well. Fortunately for Chad, LAPD motor officer Randy Wood was fit and wore his uniform with pride, making sure his shiny tall black Dehner boots were spit shined at all times.
Chad loved secretly admiring Officer Randy's boots. He loved the look of them, how they reached to just below Officer Randy's knees, and imagined what it was like to wear them. He even imagined what it would be like to touch Officer Randy's boots. If he got close enough, he could smell the leather. It was intoxicating. Occasionally when staring at Officer Randy's boots Chad would feel a tingling down below but at the time he couldn't figure it out. All he knew was he liked boots.
When in the early 2000s DVDs of old tv series starting being available for sale, Chad, now a teenager, was one of the first to order CHiPs on DVD. Chad eagerly watched every episode, re-watching them over and over again, anxious to see Jon and Ponch strut and ride their bikes in their Dehner motorcycle boots. .
Ten years later, after Chad had finished college, and after enrolling and graduating top in his class at the state police academy, Chad enlisted with the police department of a small city on the edge of the vastness of Los Angeles county.
Motor Officer Chad Hardon was sworn in as a member of the local police department, and having trained as a motorcycle cop, was assigned to the traffic division, riding the department's newest BMW motorcycles. By this time Chad was a 6ft 2inch adonis. He had grown into an arrestingly handsome young man, lean and fit, with abs and pecs to die for. An angular jawline, piercing blue eyes, and dirty blond hair were the most prominent features of his all-American facial good looks.
Chad's tan colored uniform fit him perfectly. His uniform shirt and breeches fit him tight. He looked hot. He was hot. But his greatest pride were his boots. He loved wearing them and took great care of them, spit-shining them for hours every week.
The fact is that Chad had over the years developed a serious boot fetish. He loved wearing boots, and before he went to police academy he had a huge collection of cowboy boots, harness boots, engineer boots, chelsea boots, and riding boots. Now his biggest pride was his police motorcycle boots, which were in fact tall dressage riding boots. And when he put them on, he never wanted to take them off.
(As an aside, back at the academy, there was a lot of horseplaying and joking around. A lot of jokes were made about how the motor guys all had boot fetishes and deep down wanted to fuck each other stark naked, other than in boots. The guys all laughed, at the homophobic joke but Chad longingly wished those fantasies were reality. The fact is that he checked out the other guys in the showers, and salivated at the big dicks and shiny boots surrounding him at the academy.)
Being a uniform item, Officer Chad was not supposed to wear his police-issued motorcycle riding boots off-duty. But he saved enough money to buy an identical pair for his own personal use, which he wore off-duty, to do his errands, his shopping, and to hang out with friends. His friends nicknamed him bootman.
His sexy boots were only matched by the bulge in his form-fitting motorcycle pants. His breeches were tailored tight and could not exactly hide his prominent bulge. The fact is that Officer Chad was blessed with a 6 inch flaccid cock, which when aroused grew to an impressive 8 inches of hard cut man meat. Such meat could not be easily hid in a pair of form fitting breeches.
Suffice to say, Chad was popular. Oh, the women loved him, and flirted with him relentlessly and guys were known to check him out too! He enjoyed the attention and bedded many hot babes. But he also enjoyed the attention he got from the guys, particularly from equally good athletic looking studs. For some reason he could not explain he found himself even more aroused when such guys checked him out, and he never failed to impress by bulging for show.
In any event, one day he was patrolling the the outskirts of town, where the suburbs met ranchlands when he saw from a distance a truck being driven rather erratically, weaving back and forth between the two lanes on the 4-lane road. He sped up to take a closer look. As he approached he could clearly see the driver from the back. It looked as if the driver was the only person in the pickup. He wondered what the problem was and put on his flashing light and siren.
The truck driver realized he was being asked to pull over and decelerated to a stop on the shoulder. Officer Chad pulled up behind the truck.
Before Officer Chad made his way from his bike to the truck, Chad checked his appearance, making sure his uniform was neat. There was dirt residue on his boots and he took out a damp cloth and wiped clean his boots.
Officer Chad then walked up to the truck. As he approached the driver's side of the truck and the driver wound down his window, Chad realized there were in fact two people in the truck, the driver, a male, and a female. He hadn't seen the passenger in the truck before and was somewhat surprised. Looking into the cab for a better look, he quickly made eye contact with both the male driver and the female. They looked earnest but somewhat frazzled. Chad quickly looked around and saw that the driver's pants, white in colour, unzipped and were loosely covered by a magazine.
Officer Chad was intrigued and now had an idea as to why the driver had been driving erratically and whey he hadn't seen the female passenger in the silhouette of the truck.
But Officer Chad wanted to take his time with his little investigation.
He looked at the driver. The driver was younger than him. He was probably in his early 20s. He was good looking - preppy, with puppy-like eyes. He looked athletic and wore an orange polo shirt. The young lady looked similar in age, was a stunner - long blond hair, and clearly a tight figure, and was wearing a summer dress that left little to the imagination. Her breasts were not extraordinarily large but good sized and you could see her nipples were hard.
Intrigued Chad asked the driver for his ID. As the driver pulled his right hand into his right pant pocket to get out his wallet, the magazine slid away, revealing what was now a deflated penis. It was wet with saliva. The penis was deflated but it was nevertheless enormous. Chad guessed in his head that it must have been similar in size to his own, a a good 6 inches.
Chad said nothing. A smile formed, however, from his lips.
The driver pulled out his driver's license. His name was Paul.
Officer Chad asked Paul get out of his truck.
Paul, embarrassed, said he needed to buckle up before getting out. Chad gave him time and turned back to his bike to do some searches.
When Chad turned around, he saw Paul standing beside the truck. Chad was stunned. In addition to wearing the orange polo shirt, and the white pants, Paul was wearing a pair of black riding boots. The boots looked either brand new or newly cleaned.
Instantly, Chad could feel himself getting hard. All eight inches hard. He could not hide his excitement at seeing this good looking well hung man dressed in tight riding boots.
Chad looked up at Paul. Their eyes met. Paul's eyes glanced down to Chad's boots and then to Chad's crotch. Chad looked to meet Paul's gaze and saw that Paul had just checked out his boots and crotch. Chad looked at Paul's crotch and could see his cock stirring and getting hard again. Clearly Paul was interested too, notwithstanding that he was with a girl.
Nothing could happen right then and there. Chad was on duty.
But Chad couldn't do nothing. He couldn't linger there taking in this hunk that was Paul. Chad quickly realized that he had to do something. He could give Paul a warning. Or he could ticket him. Before he could do anything other than pull out his ticketbook, Paul comment to Chad that he liked his boots. "Nice boots, man". Paul then handed Officer Chad an address card. The card read Norfolk Horse Ranch. It had an address not far away.
Chad exercised his discretion. He decided not to ticket Paul but instead took the address card. and complimented Paul on his boots too. "Thanks. Nice boots yourself."
Once Chad took the card Paul knew they were in business and asked what time to expect Officer Chad. Chad replied 6pm, which would be an hour after his shift ended.
At six o'clock sharp, Chad arrived at Norfolk Horse Ranch. He was off work, and had come in his car, but had not changed out if his uniform. Again, he straightened his uniform shirt, and checked his boots, making sure to wipe off any encrusted dirt. He ran the damp cloth up his boot shafts, thinking how it would be nice to have someone else fondle his boots.
Just as Chad was about to knock on the door to the farm house Paul opened the door. He was dressed in the same polo shirt, tight white breeches and glistening boots that he was wearing earlier in the afternoon. His girlfriend, whom he introduced as Laura, had changed into a white blouse, white breeches and her own pair of glistening black riding boots. Paul's tight white breeches showed a huge bulge. It looked like something wanted to escape.
At the sight of all those boots and Paul's bulge, Chad had a raging hard on. His tan breeches were bulging.
The three of them hurriedly entered into the house. With the door shut, Paul and Laura pushed Chad against the door and pinned him. Paul used his right hand to grab Chad's bulging crotch, and found his hard cock and started to stroke it, still under the fabric. Meanwhile, Laura started unzipping Chad's pants to pull out Chad's equally throbbing cock. He was oozing precum and was pulsing. She immediately started to suck on Chad's monster, an inch at a time, until she took all 8 inches of his manhood. Paul, in the meantime, Paul fell to his knees and started caressing and licking Chad's boots. Eventually Paul made his way up to Chad's cock while Laura made her way up to Chad's lips. Meanwhile, Chad unzipped Paul to release Paul's throbbing manhood.
That evening Chad, Paul and Laura discovered that they not only had a passionate and common love for riding boots but that Chad and Paul were identical in shape and size when it came to their other obsession- their big cocks. Both were massively hung - each with 8 inches of hard man meat. By mid-evening, all three were undressed except for their boots. It was a sight to behold: two hung fit lean men, and one voluptuous woman, all wearing nothing but tall black riding boots. The three booted friends fucked each other out, licking boots and sucking cock, and eating and entering Laura's pussy. A good time was had by all.
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As a youngster, in public school, he had joined the school patrol, helping fellow students at his school cross the busy street near his Los Angeles neighborhood school. The uniform he wore was simple: an orange safety vest with the words "School Patrol" written on the back and front, and a orange plastic safety helmet. What he really wanted to wear was the uniform of the LAPD cop who was assigned to his school and helped oversee the school patrol program. That uniform was black and well tailored and accentuated the physique of the wearer. If the cop was fit, the uniform would only enhance and highlight his physique. If the cop was a little chubby, the uniform would unfortunately accentuate that as well. Fortunately for Chad, LAPD motor officer Randy Wood was fit and wore his uniform with pride, making sure his shiny tall black Dehner boots were spit shined at all times.
Chad loved secretly admiring Officer Randy's boots. He loved the look of them, how they reached to just below Officer Randy's knees, and imagined what it was like to wear them. He even imagined what it would be like to touch Officer Randy's boots. If he got close enough, he could smell the leather. It was intoxicating. Occasionally when staring at Officer Randy's boots Chad would feel a tingling down below but at the time he couldn't figure it out. All he knew was he liked boots.
When in the early 2000s DVDs of old tv series starting being available for sale, Chad, now a teenager, was one of the first to order CHiPs on DVD. Chad eagerly watched every episode, re-watching them over and over again, anxious to see Jon and Ponch strut and ride their bikes in their Dehner motorcycle boots. .
Ten years later, after Chad had finished college, and after enrolling and graduating top in his class at the state police academy, Chad enlisted with the police department of a small city on the edge of the vastness of Los Angeles county.
Motor Officer Chad Hardon was sworn in as a member of the local police department, and having trained as a motorcycle cop, was assigned to the traffic division, riding the department's newest BMW motorcycles. By this time Chad was a 6ft 2inch adonis. He had grown into an arrestingly handsome young man, lean and fit, with abs and pecs to die for. An angular jawline, piercing blue eyes, and dirty blond hair were the most prominent features of his all-American facial good looks.
Chad's tan colored uniform fit him perfectly. His uniform shirt and breeches fit him tight. He looked hot. He was hot. But his greatest pride were his boots. He loved wearing them and took great care of them, spit-shining them for hours every week.
The fact is that Chad had over the years developed a serious boot fetish. He loved wearing boots, and before he went to police academy he had a huge collection of cowboy boots, harness boots, engineer boots, chelsea boots, and riding boots. Now his biggest pride was his police motorcycle boots, which were in fact tall dressage riding boots. And when he put them on, he never wanted to take them off.
(As an aside, back at the academy, there was a lot of horseplaying and joking around. A lot of jokes were made about how the motor guys all had boot fetishes and deep down wanted to fuck each other stark naked, other than in boots. The guys all laughed, at the homophobic joke but Chad longingly wished those fantasies were reality. The fact is that he checked out the other guys in the showers, and salivated at the big dicks and shiny boots surrounding him at the academy.)
Being a uniform item, Officer Chad was not supposed to wear his police-issued motorcycle riding boots off-duty. But he saved enough money to buy an identical pair for his own personal use, which he wore off-duty, to do his errands, his shopping, and to hang out with friends. His friends nicknamed him bootman.
His sexy boots were only matched by the bulge in his form-fitting motorcycle pants. His breeches were tailored tight and could not exactly hide his prominent bulge. The fact is that Officer Chad was blessed with a 6 inch flaccid cock, which when aroused grew to an impressive 8 inches of hard cut man meat. Such meat could not be easily hid in a pair of form fitting breeches.
Suffice to say, Chad was popular. Oh, the women loved him, and flirted with him relentlessly and guys were known to check him out too! He enjoyed the attention and bedded many hot babes. But he also enjoyed the attention he got from the guys, particularly from equally good athletic looking studs. For some reason he could not explain he found himself even more aroused when such guys checked him out, and he never failed to impress by bulging for show.
In any event, one day he was patrolling the the outskirts of town, where the suburbs met ranchlands when he saw from a distance a truck being driven rather erratically, weaving back and forth between the two lanes on the 4-lane road. He sped up to take a closer look. As he approached he could clearly see the driver from the back. It looked as if the driver was the only person in the pickup. He wondered what the problem was and put on his flashing light and siren.
The truck driver realized he was being asked to pull over and decelerated to a stop on the shoulder. Officer Chad pulled up behind the truck.
Before Officer Chad made his way from his bike to the truck, Chad checked his appearance, making sure his uniform was neat. There was dirt residue on his boots and he took out a damp cloth and wiped clean his boots.
Officer Chad then walked up to the truck. As he approached the driver's side of the truck and the driver wound down his window, Chad realized there were in fact two people in the truck, the driver, a male, and a female. He hadn't seen the passenger in the truck before and was somewhat surprised. Looking into the cab for a better look, he quickly made eye contact with both the male driver and the female. They looked earnest but somewhat frazzled. Chad quickly looked around and saw that the driver's pants, white in colour, unzipped and were loosely covered by a magazine.
Officer Chad was intrigued and now had an idea as to why the driver had been driving erratically and whey he hadn't seen the female passenger in the silhouette of the truck.
But Officer Chad wanted to take his time with his little investigation.
He looked at the driver. The driver was younger than him. He was probably in his early 20s. He was good looking - preppy, with puppy-like eyes. He looked athletic and wore an orange polo shirt. The young lady looked similar in age, was a stunner - long blond hair, and clearly a tight figure, and was wearing a summer dress that left little to the imagination. Her breasts were not extraordinarily large but good sized and you could see her nipples were hard.
Intrigued Chad asked the driver for his ID. As the driver pulled his right hand into his right pant pocket to get out his wallet, the magazine slid away, revealing what was now a deflated penis. It was wet with saliva. The penis was deflated but it was nevertheless enormous. Chad guessed in his head that it must have been similar in size to his own, a a good 6 inches.
Chad said nothing. A smile formed, however, from his lips.
The driver pulled out his driver's license. His name was Paul.
Officer Chad asked Paul get out of his truck.
Paul, embarrassed, said he needed to buckle up before getting out. Chad gave him time and turned back to his bike to do some searches.
When Chad turned around, he saw Paul standing beside the truck. Chad was stunned. In addition to wearing the orange polo shirt, and the white pants, Paul was wearing a pair of black riding boots. The boots looked either brand new or newly cleaned.
Instantly, Chad could feel himself getting hard. All eight inches hard. He could not hide his excitement at seeing this good looking well hung man dressed in tight riding boots.
Chad looked up at Paul. Their eyes met. Paul's eyes glanced down to Chad's boots and then to Chad's crotch. Chad looked to meet Paul's gaze and saw that Paul had just checked out his boots and crotch. Chad looked at Paul's crotch and could see his cock stirring and getting hard again. Clearly Paul was interested too, notwithstanding that he was with a girl.
Nothing could happen right then and there. Chad was on duty.
But Chad couldn't do nothing. He couldn't linger there taking in this hunk that was Paul. Chad quickly realized that he had to do something. He could give Paul a warning. Or he could ticket him. Before he could do anything other than pull out his ticketbook, Paul comment to Chad that he liked his boots. "Nice boots, man". Paul then handed Officer Chad an address card. The card read Norfolk Horse Ranch. It had an address not far away.
Chad exercised his discretion. He decided not to ticket Paul but instead took the address card. and complimented Paul on his boots too. "Thanks. Nice boots yourself."
Once Chad took the card Paul knew they were in business and asked what time to expect Officer Chad. Chad replied 6pm, which would be an hour after his shift ended.
At six o'clock sharp, Chad arrived at Norfolk Horse Ranch. He was off work, and had come in his car, but had not changed out if his uniform. Again, he straightened his uniform shirt, and checked his boots, making sure to wipe off any encrusted dirt. He ran the damp cloth up his boot shafts, thinking how it would be nice to have someone else fondle his boots.
Just as Chad was about to knock on the door to the farm house Paul opened the door. He was dressed in the same polo shirt, tight white breeches and glistening boots that he was wearing earlier in the afternoon. His girlfriend, whom he introduced as Laura, had changed into a white blouse, white breeches and her own pair of glistening black riding boots. Paul's tight white breeches showed a huge bulge. It looked like something wanted to escape.
At the sight of all those boots and Paul's bulge, Chad had a raging hard on. His tan breeches were bulging.
The three of them hurriedly entered into the house. With the door shut, Paul and Laura pushed Chad against the door and pinned him. Paul used his right hand to grab Chad's bulging crotch, and found his hard cock and started to stroke it, still under the fabric. Meanwhile, Laura started unzipping Chad's pants to pull out Chad's equally throbbing cock. He was oozing precum and was pulsing. She immediately started to suck on Chad's monster, an inch at a time, until she took all 8 inches of his manhood. Paul, in the meantime, Paul fell to his knees and started caressing and licking Chad's boots. Eventually Paul made his way up to Chad's cock while Laura made her way up to Chad's lips. Meanwhile, Chad unzipped Paul to release Paul's throbbing manhood.
That evening Chad, Paul and Laura discovered that they not only had a passionate and common love for riding boots but that Chad and Paul were identical in shape and size when it came to their other obsession- their big cocks. Both were massively hung - each with 8 inches of hard man meat. By mid-evening, all three were undressed except for their boots. It was a sight to behold: two hung fit lean men, and one voluptuous woman, all wearing nothing but tall black riding boots. The three booted friends fucked each other out, licking boots and sucking cock, and eating and entering Laura's pussy. A good time was had by all.
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