Cody was lookin' at him, still with a mischievous grin on his face, waitin' to see what Scott was gonna' do.

Scott made up his mind, he wasn't gonna' drive home and change. Well, he thought, he could just take off his gauntlets, and he could just take off his Muir Cap. He could shed his jacket, and he could take off his boots. But when it came time to take off his chaps, how was he gonna' explain that really large, still-wet cum stain on his jeans? Oh hell, he'd just leave all his gear on. And Scott thought and remembered, that he was actually pretty good with a brush and roller. If he were careful, Scott bet that he could help Cody out and not mess up his leathers.

Not sure if this was a good idea or not, Scott just said, "Well, what are we waitin' for." And Cody just laughed and said, "Let's do it!"

A couple of hours, (and several more beers later), the guys were gettin' close to finishing. Scott was crouched down, applying the last coat of paint to a section he was workin' on. He had been painting very slowly and cautiously, being very careful with the paint. And other than gettin' just a little bit of paint on his gloves, the rest of his gear was clean and paint-free. And he was feelin' really good about this. Scott thought that Cody probably wanted to see if Scott could do this without makin' a mess of himself, and Scott thought that Cody probably wanted to see Scott make a mess of his leathers, but he'd prove Cody wrong.

"Well, I think this finishes up this section," Scott said as he stood up and stretched.
"Great, I'm almost done over here." was Cody's reply.

For the first time in a while, Scott got a good look at Cody. Cody's boots were splattered with paint, Cody's jeans were splattered with paint, there was a big splash of paint down the front of Cody's shirt, there was paint on Cody's ball-cap, paint in Cody's hair, even a few splatters of paint on Cody's face. 'Oh F**K!', Scott thought, Cody looked so hot in his messed up gear! And he could feel his cock start to react to how Cody looked. Something started to happen to Scott...he felt like he was starting to lose control.....

But the only thing that Scott could think to say was to tell Cody, "Gee Code, nice that you were actually able to get some of the paint on the walls." Cody just laughed, and using a funny foreign accent said, "I am a true artiste, when I create, I totally get into my work." And then back in his regular voice, he said, "And besides, gettin' to be sloppy and makin' a mess of your clothes is part of the fun of painting."

Scott didn't know what hit him, it was like a dam bursting open. It was like all the desires he had successfully suppressed boiled up to the surface. He wanted to look like Cody, he wanted to mess up his leathers! It was crazy, but he couldn't help it! Trashin' his good boots and leathers would be such a turn-on!

But he didn't want to just mess himself up, he wanted Cody to do it. What could he do to get Cody's attention, how could he get Cody to realize that Scott wanted to get messed-up? He didn't want to just come out and say to Cody, "Hey Cody, how about trashin' up my gear." He wanted it to be Cody's idea. He wanted Cody to be in charge....

Scott needed a plan, and he scanned the room, what did he have to work with???