Scott was lovin' how this day was turnin' out. He thought back to the morning when he got up. He was just gonna' go out and play in the mud. And now here he was, in his good leathers and boots, sittin' in a pool of paint! The paint had really soaked through the seat of his jeans, and since he was goin' 'commando', he realized that he'd end up with white paint all over his butt. He thought about how funny it would be if, instead of washin' the paint off, he left it on, and when he went to the Sports Club next, and when he was in the locker room changing, or headin' off to the showers, how the guys would look and laugh at him; the hot, good-lookin' stud, with white paint all over his ass. 'F**K', he felt his cock get harder just thinkin' about it.... He secretly loved it when guys would laugh at him....

Scott picked up another can of paint. It was labeled 'Daisy Yellow'. He thought it was a rather ridiculous name, but then thinkin', he thought it would be a great name for himself! When he was all 'geared-up'; in his leathers, or cowboy gear, whatever he was wearin', imaging his whole 'masculine' persona out at a bar or somewhere, if someone asked him his name, he'd say 'Daisy Yellow'. That would certainly make him look foolish. The hot, tough-lookin' stud whose name was 'Daisy', that would sure make the guys laugh at him and make him look silly...

Scott broke out of his reverie. The can of paint was heavy, it must be almost full. Scott slowly pried the lid off it, and was happy to see the paint was still good. This would be perfect for
what Scott was plannin' on next.

"Hey Cody. The paint in this can still looks pretty good, though it might need a little mixin' up. Do you have any of those clean paint-stirrers around?"
"Yeah, there's a couple over here," Cody responded, indicating to a couple of 'em next to where he was working.

This was just what Scott was hopin' for. He started to stand up, and at first, he realized that his jeans were stuck to the chair! "F**K!', he wondered what the seat of his pants must look like! He actually lifted the chair up a little bit, but it finally let go and fell back to the floor. Scott picked up the can of paint and in his most 'tough, hot leather-stud strut', he walked over to where Cody was painting. Gettin' as close to Cody as he possibly could, without makin' it look too obvious, Scott then turned his back to Cody, bent over to pick up one of the paint-stirrers, so that his butt was stickin' straight up in the air.

"Oh f**k Scott!" Cody said and started to laugh.
Scott stood up, turned around to look at Cody, and actin' all innocent, just said "What?"

"You should see the back of your jeans! You must've sat in some paint!" Cody was still laughing and totally enjoyin' seein' his leathered-up pal with paint all over the back of his pants. Scott turned to look at the seat of his jeans, and then, actin' all pissed-off with himself, simply said, "Awww man....".
Scott was lovin' Cody's reaction. He wasn't sure how Cody would respond to what he had done, or what Cody would think or do, but Cody's reactions were just what Scott was hopin' for.

Scott took on a bit of an attitude and said, "Oh, you like this huh, you think it's funny that I sat in some paint. I suppose you'd like it, I suppose you'd think it would be funny if I sat in some of this yellow paint." Scott was holding the can of paint up, practically beggin' for Cody to take it. Cody caught on immediately. Scott wanted to get messed up! Scott wanted to mess up his leathers! And Cody was totally happy and turned-on by helpin' him out! 'F**K!', Cody was gettin' boned-up just thinkin' about it!

'Yeah, as a matter of fact, I would." Cody replied with a satisfied smirk and a smile, takin' the can of paint from Scott, and walkin' back over to the chair, with Scott followin' on behind him. Usin' the wooden paint-stirrer, Cody dripped some of the yellow paint onto the seat of the chair. He looked up at Scott and said, "More?"

Scott just stood there, lookin' sheepish and foolish, and simply just shrugged his shoulders. He was gettin' so turned on by this, his cock was so hard, it was straining against his Levis' and chaps. He realized that Cody could tell how turned-on he was, but he didn't care. He wanted Cody to know!

Cody took Scott's silent acquiescence as a yes, and added some more paint to the chair.
"Have a seat!", Cody said with a laugh and a flourish, and Scott, with an, 'oh well, what-the- f**k', look on his face, sat down in the wet paint. Scott slid his butt around a little in the slippy, sloppy paint. 'F**K!', it felt so good!!!! Some of the paint started to drip off the chair, and Scott knew that his chaps were startin' to get messed up. 'F**K! Good!', was all he could think about.....

Cody was totally gettin' off watchin' Scott and his reactions to sittin' in the paint.
"Get up! Let's see how you did!" Cody laughed.

And Scott started and struggled to get up, only to find that his jeans once again, were gettin' stuck to the chair. Cody was lovin' it! The chair finally let go, and Scott stood up. The seat of Scott's jeans was now a total mess of white and yellow paint, and some of the paint was startin' to drip down onto the back of his chaps.

Cody laughed and said, "That looks great!" Scott turned to see what his backside looked like, 'What a f**kin' hot mess!' he thought. Scott turned back to look at Cody, 'F**k!', Cody's rock-hard cock was strainin' against his super tight and worn-out 501's! Scott was gettin' more turned on by the fact that Cody was gettin' so turned on!

With a goofy smile and grin on his face, and remembering how Cody had challenged him earlier to see how 'clean' he could stay, Scott simply said with a shrug, "Guess that means I've lost the challenge....". And Cody just laughed and said, "I guess so!'

Scott thought about what he was gonna' do next....