Fortunately for Brent and Shannon, the farm and construction site they were at, was at a fairly secluded place....

They were both standin' in the mud, Shannon still pretty much clean, while Brent was a total muddy, pie/cake/slopped wreck, an incredible total mess...!!! It would've been hard to think of what Brent had looked like earlier that day, when he had started off for his 'shoot', than what he looked like now.....

Shannon was starin' at Brent, somewhat wonderin' what he was doin' here. He had originally stopped here to check out some 'suspicious' action, and then everything seemed to go 'off-the-rails'...... Seein' Brent ridin' his bike through the mud, had done somthin' to him...!!! It was like havin' a sleeping' 'desire', suddenly come awake, and come to life...!!! Somethin' that he had tried to 'suppress', for all these years....... And Brent was so hot in his totally messed up boots and leathers.......!!! And Shannon thought, 'this guy would be hot no matter what he was wearin' or not wearin'......

But Brent was still starin' at him, with a hand-full of mud in his hand...... And Brent had this 'bad-boy', 'grin' on his face.....
Shannon wondered why his cock was rockin' so hard in his tight 'C.H.P.' pants......, and he wondered why he was feelin' so good..... But he was really surprised when Brent, instead of throwin' the mud at him, dropped it into his 'C.H.P.' helmet.....!!!
And then Brent picked up another hand-full of mud, and dropped that into his helmet too...!!!

Shannon knew he should respond, be 'pissed-off', be angry, tell Brent to stop, but he just stood there, his emotions goin' crazy, and his cock gettin' harder, (if it was possible....).......

Brent then picked the mud-filled helmet up, and handed it over to Shannon, who took it in his leathered-gloved hands, just wonderin' why he was doin' this..... Brent was really enjoyin' this really hot 'C.H.P.' stud, lookin' so 'mixed-up', but with a 'happy' desire too. He then said, in a strong, commanding, but somewhat soothing voice, "C.H.P. Officer, Lieutenant Shannon O' Harlihan, put your helmet back on, but don't fasten the straps, leave them un-done...."....

Shannon stared at his 'C.H.P.' helmet, something that he had spent so much time tryin' to 'earn'.... And he had finally made it possible, his 'dream job'...!!!! But now what was he doin'....??!!??. 'It was so dis-respectful to the 'C.H.P'., his uniform, and everything that it stood for.....', he thought, as he looked at his helmet, filled up with thick, goopy mud......
'And why am I so incredibly so 'turned-on' by this....!!??!!', he wondered.....

"Lieutenant, your helmet.......", Brent casually, but somewhat 'forcefully' reminded him, lovin' seein' how Shannon was so totally confused, but so totally 'aroused'.....

And of course, Brent was just as 'rock-hard' as Shannon was........ Shannon was so 'hot' to look at...........