Muddy Stories

wow, that was amazing, just been for a walk in my military boots and jeans, saw a muddy gate way so thought id go and have a closer look. climbed over the gate and jumped down onto the mud not thinking it would be that deep.... woops came up to my knees, oosing through my boots and around my feet, i was kinda stuck. I struggled for a while until i became free, it just kept getting deeper , until i was in up to my thighs. the smell was amazing, cow shit and mud... wow..

OK, The Olympics are on their way. They could do with brightening things up by adding some events, like 'MudPit belly flop' with Tom Daley leading the field, I'd be straight in there with him...

Any other suggestions??

Hi Everyone

I wish to All of you Happy  and Very Merry Muddy Christmas Time.

In New Year I hope the all of your dreams come true and you will find the deepest mud where you will have the greatest fun of your life

Kazik

this is a true story and in fact took place only a few hours before writing.

saturday morning and i woke up early, i was determined to go and get muddy in my favourite spot and figured this time of day it would be nice and quiet. i got myself prepared, towells, poppers and i set out at 7.45am.

Went paintballing on Saturday to Brailsford nr Derby, was good fun and managed to get muddy - don't think any pictures were taken unfortunately :( Wish we'd had a go on the quad bike course aswell cos there was a hot instructor in red and black motox gear with a blond mowhawk - don't suppose you're on here by any chance ;-)

Doug’s last day of summer.
He heard the howk, and then saw the gob of spit land on the ground just to the
right of his wellies. He’d been – well not really dozing. His eyes were closed
and he had been enjoying the feeling of the sun on his eyelids, the warmth of
the sun on his bare arms and through the overalls he was wearing and the gentle
heat building up in his wellies. It was a great September afternoon. Great
after the summer they’d had as well: all rain and no sun. Now though, it was an
Indian summer and he had come out here to make the most of the afternoon. He

I had discovered this locale by accident along the bike trail I frequented for mudding.The usual locale I used to get muddy was great, but exposed to vuew by passers by. And today the trail was busier than desired. And the other area was much further down the trail.So I wanted to find a secluded area that was closer.. As luck would have it, I remembered a side trail that was very secluded and prone to muddy spots. It was only about a 10 minute walk from the first locale where i currently was, so I decided to see if I was in luck.

Steve had promised to come over the following day to quote me for the garden work but in the end it was 3 days later that he showed up (he had called me in the meantime to say something had come up so I wasn't too bothered, although my mud pit was nice and deep and aching for some 'action' - as was I!)

It's a good thing my back garden is so secluded - lots of mature trees and shrubs hiding us from the neighbours! After I'd shot my load Steve withdrew his hand from down the front of my jeans and before I had the chance to return the favour he told me he'd already cum, hands-free, just by touching my cock.

Where the hell was Steve? He said he'd be here between 2 and 2.30pm, but it was now nearly 3, and I needed to be out of here to get to an appointment later on. He's normally so reliable, so I was a little bit concerned. He was coming over to quote me for some garden work I needed, and as he'd already done work on my house I was happy for him to do other work.