As Scott drove outta' town, he realized that he was gonna' drive right by his friend Cody's ranch. Cody had moved into town about a year ago when a 'favorite-uncle' had passed away, and left the ranch and surrounding land to Cody. Scott had met Cody at one of the local bars, and they had become good friends. Like Scott, Cody was 'gay', but so far, it was just pals and friendship. Cody was around Scott's age, and totally hot and good-looking, but one of the things that Scott liked about Cody, was that Cody didn't 'fawn' over him like some other people did. In fact, Cody liked to give Scott a hard time, and would try and get Scott into situations where Scott would look foolish and be laughed at. Like when they had a 'cold-spell' last Winter, and Scott, Cody, and some friends had gone out to a local pond to see if the ice was good for skatin'. Cody had gotten Scott to 'check-out-the-ice', and of course, Scott ended up fallin' through the ice, gettin' wet and muddy, and every time he tried to get out, the ice would break, and he just fell in again. Everyone thought it was real funny, and Scott secretly liked that he was gettin' laughed at, lookin' dumb and foolish. Or the time Scott was comin' home from a fancy-dress brunch party, wearin' a brand new three-piece suit, and had run into Cody and some of the guys playin' football on a muddy field. They were short a guy, so the teams weren't even, and Cody had coaxed Scott into playin'. Scott had tried to protest, "my new suit, I just got it", but Cody prevailed, (and Scott secretly wanted to play in the mud...). So Scott's new suit got totally trashed, and Cody in particular, made sure to grab onto Scott's clothes, makin' sure they would get torn and ripped up. At the end of the game, Scott's new suit was not only covered in mud, but totally in shreds. Scott still had that suit, and when he looked at it, or even tried to put it back on, he'd get totally boned-up and excited, and have to shoot his load....usually all over his suit.

Scott wondered, should he stop by Cody's? If he did, he probably shouldn't have gotten quite so 'geared-up', but Cody knew that Scott had a kinda' 'gear-fetish', so it shouldn't really matter. Scott was still indecisive about it, just keep goin', or go up to Cody's? When he found himself gettin' close to the road that led up to Cody's ranch, somethin' seemed to take over him, and before he knew it, he had hit the turn-signal, and was headin' up to Cody's...