Scott sat watchin' the football game in somewhat of a daze. Cody had gone to change his clothes. Scott wondered how he had lost control of the day. It was just gonna' be a simple plan; get geared up, and go out and have some mud-fun. Instead, he ended up creamin' his pants in Cody's living-room, and he had agreed to help Cody paint his work-shed. Scott's attention went back to the game. It looked like some of the players, on both teams, were purposely throwin' themselves in the mud. 'F**K', they were havin' a great time! Even though he had just jacked into his pants, he felt his cock, still somewhat stiff, askin' for more. If he had been alone, he would've ripped open the button-fly, pulled out his cock, and totally enjoyed himself again.., but Cody was due back any minute now.

And then Cody came back. Cody was wearin' a really tall, really beat-up pair of 'loggers'. Stuffed into his boots, Cody's old, tight, 501's were totally worn out. Both knees were ripped open, the crotch had split, been patched, and looked like it was ready to rip open again. Cody had a big ole' belt and buckle around his waist, and Cody's flannel shirt was in the same shape as his jeans. Both elbows had been shot through, and one of the front pockets of his shirt was startin' to rip off. Cody was wearin' a beat-up old baseball cap on his head, and he had it set at such an angle, it made him look like he was about 10 years old. But the thing that really got Scott goin', was that underneath his jeans and shirt, Cody was wearin' a bright red union-suit, so that it showed through with every rip and tear in his jeans and shirt. Scott felt like a bull, seein' 'red'.

Scott's first thought was how 'hot' Cody looked, and his second thought, how hot it would be to tear all of Cody's clothes off. Cody didn't seem to realize how 'turned-on' Scott was, and simply said, "You know, you should come over sometime, and we could watch this game from the beginning." Scott just agreed, but wondered how he would be able to keep his cock in control for the whole game.

Cody laughed and said, "Let's grab another beer, and I'll show you what you got yourself into."
Cody hit the remote, turning off the T.V., and the guys got up and headed to the work-shed.

When they got there, Cody turned on a small, portable radio to a country/western station. Cody had done a good job in clearin' the space out. Other than a ladder, an old wooden chair, and a heavy-duty tarp coverin' the floor, it was pretty empty except for the painting paraphernalia. It was a nice space, with 2 large windows, and a barn-style door.

"Gee, this would make a great studio or somethin'," Scott said.
"Yeah, it would," Cody laughed and replied, "if I can keep myself from fillin' it up with junk again."

Cody started to shake-up some of the paint cans, he was usin' just straight white paint for the walls. Scott looked down at his leathers and boots. 'F**K', he wasn't gonna' paint in his leathers, was he?

"You know, I think I should go home and change, " Scott said.
"How cum?" was Cody's reply.
Lookin' down at his gear, and thinkin' he was stating the obvious, Scott said "These aren't exactly work-clothes."
But Cody just laughed and said, "Well, if we had taken your truck out 4-wheelin', you probably woulda' ended up gettin' all muddy right?"

Scott felt himself turning red and gettin' a little flustered. He thought that he had been very discreet about his turn-ons and fetishes, but twice now, Cody had called him out on it. How was he supposed to answer Cody's question? Yes? No? Scott hemmed and hawed, and Cody was enjoyin' Scott lookin' all confused.

"Why don't you look at this like a challenge, see how clean you can stay," Cody responded with a big smile on his face. Scott didn't really want to get back in his truck, drive home, change clothes, then drive back to Cody's. What was he gonna' do???