Getting others into mud fun
Posted by Mike on October 24, 2020 at 18:27:34
This story was started on wackywet as a response to a post about getting someone else to try mud. I've never posted much but this is something I had first hand experience in so I decided to reply. As I wrote it my jeans started getting tighter in the crotch and I figured best to put the story here. I'm not a writer, but I hope you enjoy my memories.
Years ago, sometime around graduate school and before the internet was really big, I convinced a few guys to have some fun in the mud. The three that come to mind are a priest, a broadway stage manager and a country boy...most would say redneck. Now that I write it, it sounds like the set up to a bad joke, but it was all fun for me.
I'd never met a priest who was into jeans and getting wet, I'd never actually had any erotic fun with a priest. BTW I was of age when this happened (grad-school remember) to be totally honest I didn't know he was a priest when I first met him. I walked into a mass when visiting a church with a friend and there he was so I put two and two together. We met through a yahoo chat room (that tells you how long ago it was) and went down to the river. At first the goal was just getting wet in tight jeans then we decided to wander through the woods playing grab ass and found an area where the river receded on both sides and left a wooded marshy area. There happened to be a cleared area with beer cans and such around some logs, probably where some teenagers had hung out and right near the logs was a sort of dug out type hole where it was muddy from water collecting and then soaking in when the river receded. It was about knee deep and since we were wet we decided to roll around in it together while making out. Something about the thick creaminess of the mud and making out got me extra turned on. At one point he was on his back in the mud and I was between his legs with my arms around him grinding hard and kissing him deep. We kept that up for a bit rolling from side to side until he blew his load and I followed. I think we played once more and then I didn't hear from him.
The Broadway stage manager was a guy I ran into a few years later through a website. His show was in town and he was into wet/gunge with jeans. He was about 6ft tall, looked great in tight faded levis (cute butt like a peach- the kind that makes the ass seam run deep and separate a pair of firm cheeks) and had the day off and invited me to go play. We took pictures the first time we played cause I hadn't done gunge before. I told him I was into wet, muddy fun and would do the gunge if he was willing to try mud. He said yes and told me to wear my best fitting jeans commando and to bring eggs, pudding and syrup to add to his list of items. I wore my best fitting 501 jeans, a button down shirt, leather belt and black leather logger boots. We met at the same river where I'd played with the priest a few years back. It was a wooded area known for "fun" interactions. When we got to the wooded area I introduced him to the fun of mud. There was a real nice spot that was thick and creamy and we got started in pushing each other down and rubbing mud over all the fun parts. He focused on my thighs and crotch and I worked on his ass till his faded jeans were soaked and muddy. Then we walked back in the wooded area and he introduced me to the fun of gunge. He cracked eggs (no shells) into my open button fly, squeezed pudding into waistband of my ass and poured vegetable oil and drizzled syrup all over and down the thighs of my Levis. Once he was done he let me return the favor and then we hugged and kissed and did a lot of grinding. We were a sticky, slippery mess. I was glad it was a low traffic day and we were able to be alone. Then we went back into the mud to roll around and rinse off. I was so turned on because he was really getting into it and it was all about the gear, the gunge, the mud and being wet. He really knew how to raise the erotic temperature of the moment. I had flipped him over and started pounding his ass in the mud while he turned his head back to kiss me. In a regular interaction he'd have been a bottom and I was enjoying his response. As we rolled around I noticed that his kissing was slow and passionate and I let him take charge and became totally submissive. I rolled over on my back and spread my legs in the mud while he pushed me down and started grinding his hard rod into my wet muddy crotch. The angle was perfect and as he kissed me I grabbed his hot ass and pulled it toward me as he pushed and humped. He built up such a hot rhythm and the sound of the sloshing muddy water around us made me grab him even closer as I jizzed my jeans for all life was worth. When he shot his load we found a clear pool of water and helped to rinse each other off. I'd have tried a second time but it was getting really dark and that wasn't the best place to be late when the cops started patrolling. I will say that I did have a great late night encounter there one night with a guy who wouldn't get wet but wanted to see me do it to see how my jeans would look. I obliged. He was wearing shorts anyway so it wasn't that exciting and he didn't want to get wet because he said he'd just taken a shower, though he said he'd give me a little fun and told me to kneel down then he turned around to bend over and rub my wet crotch and thighs. He was real flexible and I found my face in his just showered ass. Grad-school was a time for new experiences so I had my first ass eating session and boy was that fun. Anyway, back to the stage manager, He enjoyed the mud fun so much that I got free tickets to the show which was very popular at the time and going for $75-$125 a seat.
The country-boy was an unexpected pleasure. we met on a phone line and I had to drive about an hour and a half to get to him. This was before digital pictures so any man's guess as to what he would really look like.
He was located in a very rural spot and when I pulled up after driving back into the woods on a windy road there I was at his double wide trailer. I was a bit hesitant,but what could I do. When I got out and went to the door I was greeted by this rough and tumble joe average self-defined red neck in a t-shirt, work boots, tight faded jeans and a ball cap. We had discussed wet fun so I asked where would we go. He took me out the back of the trailor and said right here. I didn't see anything but a dirt patch and a hard one at that. I guess I had a puzzled look so he went down the steps, pulled a hose from under the trailor and said "instant pool" and turned on the water and pointed the hose up in the air. I was wearing the same 501s from the gunge play and my boots but this time I had a work shirt and my levis jacket. He said he wanted me to wear a complete denim suit. Well the mud turned out to be red clay and so it wasn't like playing in the mud but it was a slippery slurry sort of thing and it was a really cool look seeing our denim soaking wet and reddish in spots from where he'd roll me over and wrestle with me shoving the hose down my jeans or I'd grab him and slide him across the "yard" spraying the hose down on him. He was shorter than me but with a nice solid build and at one point he was on all fours covered in red clay and I was spraying the hose right on his ass-crack. The way the sun reflected of the water gave the jeans an almost leather like shine and I dropped the hose and pushed him down on his chest and told him to pull his legs together. The arch in his ass was more than I could stand and I sunk down and began to slide and grind my hard dick against it till my crotch was covered with the same red clay. He was clearly a top too but took it like a man and bucked like a rodeo horse as if to say he wasn't going to let me ride him. That made it all the more exciting and he finally gave in let me rub his wet ass with my crotch till I released a load into the thighs of my jeans. He said he couldn't come like that but would replay the scene later and bring himself to a good end. He sprayed me down and tried to rub some of the red clay out of my jeans and jacket. He apologized and said the jacket was probably ruined. I said it wasn't a big deal. It did take me forever to get that jacket clean but I still have it and it is a faded tattered mess. I can't part with it due to all the hot, wet, messy erotic fun I've had with it.
You'd think with all the tech we have now it would be easier to find guys for fun but it's a challenge with all the requests for multiple photos and 20 questions on every possible thing you do and don't like to see if it's a "match". Simple easy wet fun just doesn't happen as much. Well I used graduate school as a time to explore many things, glad that tight, wet, gunged, muddy and eventually J-lubed jeans were a part of that experimentation.
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