Scott thought about what he was gonna' wear when he went out 'muddin'. He had bought a new pair of 'S.T.F.' 501's, awhile ago. He had run a tub full of hot water, put his new jeans on, and soaked in the tub. After about a half-hour, he got outta' the tub, then went and worked in his yard till his jeans had dried and shrunk up. His jeans were now super tight and fit, in all the right places... These jeans would be perfect for some mud-play, a great way to 'break-'em-in'.

Scott went to his 'gear-room'. He had a room specifically just for his gear. It was full of all the gear Scott liked; Sports gear, leather gear, boots, cowboy-gear, his leathers, etc., everything that he loved to wear and get 'messy' in. He put on some tall, white boot socks, then his new 501's, but just before he was gonna' button 'em up, Scott put on a cock-ring, just for the hell-of-it. He grabbed a tight, black sleeve-less tee, and slipped that on over his head. A tight tee, his tight jeans, Scott felt his cock startin' to bone-up. Scott happened to glance at some of his leathers, what about wearin' a pair of biker chaps??? He had plenty of chaps, both biker and cowboy, but the pair he picked out he liked 'cause they were some-what tapered down around the ankle, perfect for wearin' a pair of his big, black boots over 'em. Scott put his black leather chaps on, then picked out a pair of his Wesco's. They were over 20 inches tall, and when he slid his jeans and chaps into the shafts of them, he almost thought/felt that he was gettin' a little pre-cum goin' on... What next??? Scott grabbed one of his black leather bike jackets, this one had a full black belt runnin' around the waist, was a thick leather, definitely a heavy-duty jacket. He zipped it part-way, then fastened the belt and buckle. Scott realized that he was gettin' carried away, but he didn't care. One of his black leather Muir caps caught his eye, and he decided to wear that too. Just one thing more would make his outfit complete, and Scott grabbed a pair of black leather gauntlets. Puttin' his hands into the tight black leather felt so good....

Scott wasn't narcissistic, but when he looked at himself in the full-length mirror, he couldn't believe how hot he looked! He looked just like he had stepped out of a 'Tom-of-Finland' drawing! And to think he was gonna' take all of this hot-gear, and go out and play in the mud! He definitely felt some pre-cum staining his jeans....

Scott wondered if he should bring a change-of-clothes, but he was gonna' take his truck out to the mud-site, and it didn't really matter if he got the truck muddy or dirty. And there was a small creek near the mud-hole, so Scott thought he could always jump into the creek and clean-up after he had had his fun.

So Scott just grabbed his keys and a bottle of water and headed out....