Scott stared into the mirror and was feelin' a little bit dizzy.... 'How many times had he shot into his boxers and pants today?!?'. 'Why was he actin' so 'mental' ?!?'.... 'What was happening to him???'...
But it all felt so good........

Scott went down into the kitchen, and opened up the fridge. There was the chocolate-cream pie from last night. 'No, no, don't do it....', the small 'voice-of-reason', told him, and for once, Scott listened to it... But there were at least a half-dozen bottles of beer that his Dad liked to drink occasionally in there....

'Maybe you should try one of 'em......', was the thought that went through Scott's mind... The 'voice-of-reason' told him not to, but Scott over-rode that thought... He wasn't a 'kid' anymore... He could have a beer if he wanted to... Scott popped the cap off of one of the bottles, then took a big drink....

'UGH!!!, this didn't taste like Coke or Pepsi !!!', were the first thoughts that came to Scott's mind.... But then he thought, maybe he should try it again. Everyone in those commercials he'd seen on T.V. seemed so happy and gay! 'Why did the 'gay' word come to his mind...', Scott thought it was just meant to be 'happy and care-free.'.......

Scott took another big drink. He still didn't like the taste, but it was makin' him feel a 'little different'..... Scott thought about how he had been on his hands and knees earlier, right in front of the big mirror. How he had wiped, rubbed, and scraped the sand-paper across the ass of his jeans.... Scott thought that he had looked a little bit like a dog... He'd had seen some pixs on the Internet where guys had dressed themselves in 'dog-like', or 'puppy-gear'...,
Scott thought he'd make a really good 'puppy'...

'Whoa, where did that thought come from?!?', was the flash that ran through Scott's mind.....

But he wondered, 'How did those guys get the tail to stick outta' their butt???'. He felt his hands movin' around the back of his pants and rubbin' around the ass-crack of his jeans...... 'What went on back there...??? '. 'Could you really stick somethin' into your butt hole???'. 'And wouldn't it hurt???'.

Scott found that he had somehow drank the whole bottle of beer!
'One's enough!', the 'voice-of-reason' yelled at him, and Scott had to agree with that!
It seemed to have only increased his 'sexual' wants and desires...

He wanted to go back to the construction-site, even just to 'look-at-it'..... And the thought of all the mud back there, just waitin' for 'em to 'cum' back and play in, was makin' his cock hard again........

'I want to do this, I want to do this !!!', were the thoughts that ran through Scott's mind as he left the house and headed back to the construction-site in the woods......