Scott got outta' bed, threw on some sweats, (he loved bein' naked when he slept..), hit the bathroom to take a piss, then went into the kitchen, and put some water on for coffee. Then he went out to the front-porch to get the newspaper. It wasn't a very good newspaper, filled with 'ultra-left-wing nonsense', but it showed up early, and Scott had always been a newspaper fan. His folks had always gotten' a paper when he was growin' up. Scott perused the paper, enjoyin' his coffee, but still had a growin' urge inside him, today he was gonna' go out and have some fun!

What 'fun' meant to Scott today, was that he was gonna' go out and play in the mud. It sounded kinda' ridiculous that a grown-up guy like Scott, would want to find a good, private, mud-hole, and want to go out and get muddy. It was like he was a six/seven-year-old, (how comics always thought about kids playin' in the mud), but with Scott, it had become a 'sexual-fetish' kinda' of arousal. He loved playin' in the mud, gettin' his gear all muddy, and it was all that he started to think about.

Scott thought about goin' to his 'Gym/Sports-Club', for a work-out, but decided to do a short 'work-out' at home instead. He hadn't really even built up a sweat, but he was still fixated on his 'mud' fun that was yet to come. Scott jumped into the shower, gettin' himself all clean and soaped-up; it was funny that here he was, gettin' himself all clean and fresh, but, hopefully, in just an hour or two, he'd be totally covered in mud. His cock was gettin' boned-up just thinkin' about what was gonna' happen, but Scott, (who sometimes wondered if his cock actually had its own 'brain', that over-ruled the real-brain that was in his head)), tried to dismiss it. But he wasn't gonna' shoot quite yet, he wanted to save it for later... Scott's next thought was what was he gonna' wear to go out and play in the mud???