'F**K !!! 'F**K' !!! 'F**K !!!', thought Scott as he realized that the 'Clown-Nose' was really stuck on his face !!!
He'd probably have to 'cut' it off..... The next time he saw Cody, he was gonna' give him a really 'hard-time' for settin' him up like this....

The people standin' near him were still wonderin' what was goin' on with him, 'why had he just yelled out, and why was he constantly pullin' on his nose ???' Scott realized that people were starin' at him, and he suddenly felt very conspicuous and self-conscious........., along with just lookin' foolish and stupid.....

He still had his drink tickets, (as long as I'm gonna' look like such a 'stooge', 'F**K', just go get a beer......), he thought..... So he headed over to one of the 'beer-stands' and ordered a beer. The guys servin' the beer didn't quite know what to think or make of him... 'Such an attractive, 'hot-stud', but why did he look like he did.....????'.... Scott got his beer, and left a really big tip..... The beer was 'ice-cold' and tasted really good, and Scott found himself just relaxin' a little bit.... 'So what, what people think of me....., if I want to trash my gear and look foolish, who cares, so what.....', were the thoughts that crashed through his mind.....

He realized that he had pounded down his beer and went back to get another.... And then he decided to explore the 'Street-Fair'.....

The band that was playin' was pretty awful, so he didn't stay at the band-stand for very long, and then he came upon some guys who had set up a 'dunk-tank'. Obviously, it was a 'Gay' group as this was a pretty 'Gay' 'Street-Fair', but the guys runnin' it weren't havin' much luck, maybe 'cause they seemed to be more of a 'book-club', 'chess-club' group of guys...., versus what a 'Gay' Swim team or Polo team would look like......

Scott had finished his second beer, 'boy, did that go down easily.....', and he was feelin' pretty good....
'F**K', why not try and help these guys out ???', he thought..... His cock had somewhat 'toned-down', but now thinkin' of gettin' in the 'dunk-tank', made it 'bone-up' again...... Scott walked over to the guys runnin' the 'dunk-tank'......

"Hi, was wonderin' if you were lookin' for any volunteers ???" The guys running the 'tank', like just everyone else who had come in contact with Scott, didn't know what to make of him.... Some of 'em were a little afraid of this 'leathered-up, boots kinda' guy, with a big bright red 'Clown-Nose'....... But the leader of the group, after conferrin' with some of his pals, said, "Sure, we have a 'changing-booth' set up, so you can change outta' your gear."
But Scott just laughed and said, "I'm good as is....". His truck keys were just regular keys, no 'key-fobs', or anything, so if they got wet, it wouldn't matter, and he thought, 'F**K, if my wallet gets wet, who cares'......

The guys runnin' the 'tank' were pretty astonished when they saw Scott climb up into the booth, and sit on the seat/platform, a silly grin on his face, and what looked like a really large 'bulge' in his crotch.......