Scott looked back at himself in the mirror... He wanted so much to go back to the construction site, (only just to 'look' at it...l.o.l.), but he didn't quite want to leave yet...

He hated to admit it to himself, but he was gettin' so turned on by how he looked....
He loved how he had trashed and messed up his really good clothes. But he wanted to do more....

Scott grabbed the end sleeves of his base-ball jacket, and started to 'flex' his back and body.
'What would happen if he got the back of his jacket to really tighten' up? How much strain could the satin fabric take?'. Scott flexed harder and harder, and his cock was actin' the same way.... Then suddenly...

'RIP!!!', one of the back seams of his jacket had torn open.

'Oh gosh!', Scott thought, that was so hot!!! He had deliberately ripped the back of his good base-ball jacket! Even though he had just 'shot' a cum-load full of spunk into his boxers and jeans just a little while before, his cock was stiff and ready to go again! Havin' all that previous wet 'spunk' in his boxers and jeans made it feel even better! It was like his cock was 'bathed' in cum....., but it wanted more! Scott let loose with another round of hot creamy jism in his boxers and pants...

'Yeah, Yeah!!!', it felt so good!!!

Scott wondered if he had actually shouted out. Thank heavens he had the house to himself...
He looked back at himself in the mirror; he really needed to stop with the 'mirror thing', he thought.... Why was it turning him on so???

He had ripped the buttons off his shirt. The lining of his base-ball jacket was torn, and now one of the back seams of his jacket had split open. His good 'hi-top' sneaks were totally messed up. Scott looked down at his jeans, 'Uh-Oh', he thought, somethin' bad was gonna' happen to them next....

Scott had never been into the whole 'ripped-jeans' look, especially people who bought 'pre-ripped' jeans.... He thought it was really stupid. Why would you buy jeans that were already ripped-up??? But now, lookin' at his own jeans, he had this incredible urge to rip 'em, to 'distress' 'em. He thought about gettin' a knife or a pair of scissors, and just cuttin' into 'em, but he wanted to do it better. He wanted to get more involved with it, and he realized that he wanted to make it, make it more 'sexual'....

Scott went down to the garage where his Dad had a small work-shop. Rummaging around, he found some 'extra-coarse' sand-paper. Grabbing a couple of squares of the sand-paper, Scott brought 'em back up to his room. Not exactly knowin' why, he started to grind the sand-paper against the right knee of his jeans....

The denim/cotton fibers soon started to collect in the sand-paper. 'Oh yeah', Scott thought, 'I'm wearin' out the knee and denim!!'. Pullin' his leg taught, Scott brought his knee up to a tight flex.... 'RIP!!!'. The right knee of Scott's jeans gave out...

'Oh.... Oh... Oh.....', why did it feel so good?!? Scott was tryin' to figure out what was happenin' to him, but he couldn't quite figure it out... Everything that he was doin' today was just turning him on so.... Scott looked down at his jeans....

'Well, he had blown out the right knee, guess he should do the left one too'!'. Scott started to 'sand-paper' his left knee. 'Yeah', it felt so good.... A few minutes later, Scott flexed his left leg, makin' it tight. 'RIP!!!', now the left knee of his jeans had blown open!

Scott was feelin' a little bit crazy. He had just 'sand-papered' the knees of his good jeans and had ripped 'em open! And he was doin' this in front of his full-length mirror, watchin' and gettin' excited the whole time!

Scott had a couple of squares of sand-paper still left.... The small 'voice-of-reason' voice was tellin' him not to do this, but Scott found himself down on his hands and knees, kneeling in front of the mirror. He had turned himself around, so that his butt was facin' the mirror.......
Pickin' up one of the squares of sand-paper, Scott started to rub and grate the sand-paper against the ass of his jeans. Scott watched himself in the mirror as he did this. He was gettin' so turned-on!!! He ground the sand-paper against the back-pockets, the back seams of his pants, he so wanted the denim to wear away!!! It was so exhilarating!!! He was gettin' so turned-on again!!!

Scott stood up, with his back-side facing' the mirror. Bringing up his right leg in as tight of a crouch as possible, Scott flexed. The right side of the back of Scott's jeans gave way.....'RIP!!!' 'Oh Yeah!!!'. Scott was outta' control!!!

Now for the left side..... Mimicking what he had done with his right leg, Scott did with his left leg. Pull it up as tight as possible, and force that denim to tear! 'RIP!!!', now the left ass of his jeans had ripped open!

Scott wasn't sure if he could 'shoot' again, but his cock was sure willing! Starin' at himself in the mirror, lookin' at his 'formally-nice-clothes', that he had so much wrecked and almost destroyed, he totally lost it, and more hot, creamy spunk shot outta' his cock and into his boxers and jeans....