Muddy Stories

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.

Something for the weekend. lads ?

Sorry for the delay...............

Low Lane Farm, Chapter 7.

  “Lee……..”

i'm wearing long johns, grungy coveralls, hard hat, and rubber hip boots. Would like to be chained (wrists and neck)behind a motorcycle and dragged through a muddy motocross course until i'm completely covered in mud. Then would like to have the rider spin his tires and splash mud all over me.

Merry Christmas Lads

Have a good one

Thanks to Mudboy for another great year and great new pictures on this website

Matt

anyone else enjoy going in the mud barefoot?

Its a blisteringly hot day today in southern California, me and my 400 pound wife Jenny decided that it would be a good day to go to the La Brea tar pits, no idea why on such a hot day when everyone else is inside enjoying the air conditioning. We always loved the hot weather, how our skin would get sticky with the sweat glistening on it. Today we had a very secret plan on our minds, a bit of an experiment, one that could possibly end up being fatal. But we were both so curious about this idea of ours that we had to try it out. We are going to go sinking in the La Brea tar pits.