Even though the guys were totally getting into each other, 'duty called'. The elderly couple in the car were still staring at them, wondering why they were standing in the mud, standing so close to each other, looking like they were about to embrace and make love!

"Okay, let's get this thing over with,", Matt said, as he and Sean headed back to the car. Sean went back to the passenger side, comforting the elderly woman, and Matt went back to the driver's side, and using great patience, told the elderly driver what they were going to do next. "Now, make sure the car is in 'Drive', this time, when we push you out," Matt said. "Don't step on the gas pedal too hard, just a slight, little touch. Do you understand?". The elderly driver nodded his head and Matt and Sean went to the back of the car. "Okay, when I count 3, just gently step on the gas pedal.", Matt yelled at the driver. "One, Two, Three...", Matt counted out. Unfortunately for Matt, the elderly driver floored the gas pedal, and since the elderly couple's car only had one, rear-wheel drive tire, which Matt just happened to be behind, he got totally sprayed and covered with mud, now the front of his uniform getting plastered in mud. The guys kept pushing the car, and finally it was free, getting back to the hard-packed surface. Matt just stood there, still standing in the mud, as Sean went up to the driver's side window, explained that they were free to go, wished them a safe trip, and the elderly couple thanked him, and drove off, with a quick 'beep' of their horn.

Sean looked back at Matt, who was still standing in the mud. Sean had stayed pretty clean, only his cowboy boots getting kinda' muddy, while Matt, after sitting in the mud, and then having mud sprayed at him while pushing the car, was pretty messed up. His white Ranger hat was splattered with mud, his dress-uniform was the same, splattered with mud, and his expensive tall black boots, which he had just polished that morning were a total muddy mess.

The thoughts running through Seans' mind were, 'how totally hot, how incredibly hot, Matt looked.....'., and he didn't care that his cock was rock solid, straining against his skin-tight Wrangs'....., as he stared over at Matt.

"Come over here,", Matt said in a somewhat 'commanding tone'. Sean thought it was funny that Matt was taking a 'strong-arm, tough-guy' approach to their current situation, but went along with it. He walked over to Matt, standing back in the mud-pit , just about a foot away from Matt. It was easy for Sean to see that Matt's cock was totally stiff. But Sean had other plans, he wasn't going to be dominated.... "You know, parts of your uniform are still pretty clean, let me fix that, ". Sean said, as he bent down, grabbed a handful of mud, and started smearing the mud all over Matt's jacket, covering his name-plate, the decorations and awards that he had won...., all over his 'Sam Brown' belt! Grabbing some more mud, Sean continued, covering the chevrons and ensigns that Matt had on his sleeves, then over the epaulettes on his jacket shoulders, over that gold rope....... Sean kept doing this until he grabbed another handful of mud, and dumped that over Matt's, (formally), white Ranger hat.

Matt was stunned! He couldn't move! He found himself just standing there, letting Sean do whatever he liked to him, his uniform...... He had thought that he, the 'Ranger' was gonna' show Sean who was 'boss'., but now he was being humiliated and embarrassed, his uniform and all it represented, being totally trashed, and yet, he was loving every second of it! Had his cock ever been harder !??!!?!