For years, I have carefully ventured behind the old barn at home and down to the creek for some nice muddy relaxation. I never understood why I am so attracted to the dark, deep, captivating mud that lined the banks of our creek, but the feeling is so unique I can't help myself. Most of my attempts at getting filthy were short and usually consisted of me nervously walking down to the creek, taking off my shoes and the occasional pair of shorts, then stomping around in mud while pleasuring myself making sure to maintain my privacy. This time however... was different. There was nobody at the house, all my family had went down state for the holidays and I stayed at home because I had to work! Lucky me, I don't mind being alone, it is when I do my best work! So I prepared a bag with a change of clothes, towels, and a large bottle of water to help wash myself off. There I was, all packed up and ready to walk into my muddy demise, I had adorned as little clothing as possible; no shirt, a pair of running shorts with a mesh so no boxers, and a pair of Nike athletic socks. It had rained the day before, the trail was mushy and in some places moderately deep. I stomped around in my socks a little bit before I realized what I was missing out on and continued on my way. I arrived at the creek with several hours all to myself, the excitement was almost killing me. I threw my bag to the ground and my other belongings then stormed down the hill and through the creek. My socks were drenched in the cold waters that ran along side the mud, but I enjoyed the feeling of cold damp socks stuck to my skin. There I stood, before the mud pit I had only toyed with before, never did I ever enter the pit with no limits until this day. I carefully lowered my feet into the creamy muck and at first I sank to just below my knee. I stepped in with my second foot and I began to work my way deeper. I got about half way up my thigh before I stopped going any deeper, at that point my body was vibrating with ecstasy, this was the most mud I had ever been in and there was only more to come. I crawled over to the edge of the pit and climbed out to assess the damage. I was caked from the waist down in sticky brown mud, I walked further down the creek in search of more. Boy was I in luck. The creek led to a clearing where it flowed near a pond so I figured it wouldn't hurt to have a look. The pond was very stagnant and looked as if I was the first person to lay eyes on it in a very long time. I crept along side the pond until I saw what looked like a gray blackish goo at the edge of the water. On my hands and knees I crawled into the mud, when I tried to stand every movement pulled me deeper into the muck, I was covered almost to my chest in the slime. I laid back and soaked in the moment, this is what I had dreamed about, this is what I've always wanted to do, and it's done. I wallowed in the mud for several more minutes until I realized how hard I was getting! I pulled off my running shorts and began to stroke my cock while bouncing up and down in the mud. I leaned forward and buried my member deep into the mud as the feeling of pure bliss overcame me. I stroked fasted and faster until I was at the point of no return, when I knew I was going to cum I dove head first into the slimey mud and rubbed out my entire load. My body was limp, I laid there for what felt like forever until I mustered the strength to raise myself from the mud and onto my feet. I was caked, head to toe in the smelliest, thickest mud I'd ever been in, and I didn't want to be any other way. I made my way back into the creek and washed off and changed clothes before heading back inside, that was surely a mud adventure I will never forget.