"You ready for another?"

Scott snapped out of reverie. Cody had just asked if he wanted another beer. Scott hadn't realized that he had finished his first one. Cody was lookin' at him with a kinda' funny look.

'Uh, sure, okay," Scott replied. Cody got up to get the beers, and as soon as Cody left, Scott stood up and tried to adjust his cock a little better. 'F**K', it was rock-hard! Anyone standin' 50 feet away could tell Scott was totally boned-up! His cock was still pointin' down the left leg of his jeans, but he was able to make it a little more comfortable. The feel of the denim against the head of his cock made Scott even crazier. And the denim was startin' to get wet with pre-cum. He quickly sat down again just as Cody came back with the beers.

"Games like this were always a lot of fun to play in," Cody said as he gave Scott his beer and sat back down. "Yeah, I can imagine," Scott replied, though thinkin' it was a lot more 'fun' in more ways than Cody thought....

The 'Dragons' still had the ball, and in the next play, the center accidentally hiked the ball way over the Q.B.'s head. There was a mad dash for the ball with all the players tryin' to retrieve it. The Q.B. was the first to get to the ball, but some of the defensive players, and some players from Scott's own team, ended up piling up on top of him. A half-dozen muddy football players, all in a big pile, like a rugby-style 'scrum', all on top of each other. They finally got up, the Q.B. bein' the last one. He had been pounded into the mud. When he stood up, the whole front of his uniform was a muddy mess. There was mud all over his helmet, mud packed into his face-mask. It was hard to believe that just a few minutes ago, his uniform was totally clean, and now it was almost unrecognizable. As the Q.B. got up, even with the mud smeared all over his helmet, his uniform, and his face, he was wearin' a big goofy smile.

Cody laughed and said, "Look at that grin on his face, think he's havin' fun?"

Scott couldn't answer. Seein' the Q.B. lookin' like that, and with that goofy smile on his face, put Scott over the top. Hot creamy jets of cum shot outta' Scott's cock into his pants, and it just didn't seem to want to end. And God, it felt so good! Scott wondered if had he made a noise or a sound when he came. Usually when he jacked-off, he'd swear or yell with triumph and glee when he shot. Had he said anything just now? Scott stole a quick glance over at Cody, but Cody just seemed to be enjoyin' the game. Scott was glad he was wearin' his chaps. They did a good job of coverin' up the big cum mess that was in his pants.

A few minutes later when Scott had recovered his composure, Scott said to Cody, "You know, it's funny that you were watchin' this game today, we musta' been on the same wave-length, or plane or somethin'." Cody looked over at Scott and said, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I got the truck outside, and with all the rain we had earlier this week, I was gonna' do some 4-wheelin' and wondered if you wanted to come along," Scott replied.

Cody looked over at Scott with a knowing awareness and smile, and thought to himself, 'So that's why you're all geared-up.' Cody had always sorta' known how Scott enjoyed his gear, and seemed to like to get into messy situations, but he had kept it to himself. It was fun to see Scott get into his messy predicaments and look sorta' foolish, and Cody had to admit to himself, it was a turn-on to see Scott get messed up, so Cody always tried to encourage it.

"Well, I'd like to, but I've been cleanin' out the work-shed this week, and now that I finally got all the junk outta' it, I was gonna' give it a coat of paint," Cody said.
Scott laughed and replied, "Well you've only talked about doin' that for the last couple of decades."
Cody laughed and said, "Yeah, yeah, I know, but this time I really did it. Hey, if you've got nothin' better to do than goin' out and playin' in the mud, how about helping me paint?"

Scott sorta' froze up. Did Cody just say, 'playin' in the mud?' Scott always thought that he was somewhat discreet in his actions and what he did and liked, but this sorta' flustered him a little bit. "Gee, I don't know Code, that truck is lookin' awfully clean," Scott finally said.

"Well help me today, and we can take your truck out tomorrow, the mud's not goin' anywhere," Cody replied. "And I've done all the prep work, you know, all the scraping and sanding, so all we have to do is paint."

Scott was in a dilemma, he had so wanted to go out and play in the mud, but now Cody was askin' for his help. Cody was a good friend, and didn't friends help friends when they needed help? Scott was still thinkin' about it when Cody said, "And I've got a whole case of long-necks on ice."

Scott finally caved, and said, "Oh, okay." And Cody just laughed and said, "I shoulda' brought up the beer first and saved myself some time. Let me go in and change my clothes, I'll be right back." Cody got up and left, and Scott sat there, thinkin' and wonderin', what just had happened here.....