Brent left the studio, and lookin' down at himself just thought, "J***S C****T !!!! I'm one 'F**KIN' MESS !!!!

He had ridden his bike, a 'Harley-Davidson', not one of the big 'hogs', but a 'Harley' just the same... It was a '750' model..... And he loved his bike !!! He had twin black leather saddle-bags attached to the back of it. And he immediately regretted takin' his bike to the 'shoot'.....

He coulda' have taken his truck, (an older 4 x 4 pick-up), but since he was gonna' be totally 'geared-up', in his hot boots and leathers, he had wanted to show himself off as he rode to the studio... He loved how people would look at him as he cruised by..... The hot leather stud on his 'Harley'...... But now he wished he had taken the pick-up......'Pride goeth before the fall'...., he thought, with a slight grimace....

The bike was all clean and shiny, the chrome sparklin' in the sun-light...... And he was a total mess !!!
'Oh well, nothin' that he could do about it now.......', he thought as he took the 2 notes he had been given, (one from the 'clowns', and one from the hot guy at the studio), and placed 'em into one of the saddle-bags. He realized that he was still wearin' his 'Muir-Cap' on backwards, 'so much for lookin' studly'....., he thought as he took it off, and put it into the other saddle-bag. The 'Muir-Cap' was still a total mess, and Brent just sighed as he realized that this was just the beginning of the mess he was about to abuse his bike to.......

Since he was in California with its strict 'helmet laws', he knew he had to put his helmet back on, so he un-locked it from his bike. His hair and his head was still full of goopy, messy slop, but he just shrugged his shoulders as he put the helmet on, and strapped it up, feelin' the mess get all over the inside of the helmet... And 'F**K', his cock was startin' to 'act-up' again.....!!! So just for the hell of it, he grabbed some of the mess off his chaps, and smeared it on his helmet........'Why did I just do that....', he wondered......

Brent realized that he had totally forgotten about the biker wallet he was wearin', stuffed into his right rear pocket of his leather jeans and the keys that were attached to the chain of it !!!

The wallet had 'snaps', and was snapped shut, so he hoped that none of the mess had gotten into it. But his keys were a mess, so takin' the bike key off the key chain, 'How to get it clean..??? ' He ended up taken off one of his gloves, and usin' the somewhat still clean inside of the glove, wiped his key clean......
'Just one more mess to clean up '.........

He looked over at the seat of his bike, shiny black leather, nicely polished, and he was gonna' have to sit on it in his totally messed up leathers !!! The idea that he was gonna' mess up his bike, somehow was gettin' his cock all excited, and Brent just wondered what ever happened to the 'Voice-of-Reason', and why was the 'Cock-Voice' so totally in control .....!!??!!'

'Oh F**K !!!,' he thought has he straddled his bike, and turned on the key. It started up with a 'roar' !!! His messed-up chaps, jeans, and boots were gonna' take a toll on his bike, but at this point, he didn't care anymore...... And his cock was totally 'boned-up' again !!!!!