A True Story by AquaDude

I rolled over and turned off the alarm clock, ringing loudly with the crack of dawn. It was 5:45am and another hot and steamy summer day was about to begin. Being a Sunday morning in small town USA, there was only the sound of leaves dancing in a lite warm breeze coming from my window. I had planned out this day during the week and was already packed and loaded into the truck. Pulling on a pair of tight ripped jeans, then a pair of baggy jeans over top, a T shirt, and an old pair of black leather running shoes, i was out the door within twenty minutes, all set to enjoy some fishing and some relaxing wetlook in the river. With no traffic, i quickly found my way onto the small two lane country road. I knew this road well has I took it often when going to my favorite fishing hole. After about a ten minute drive thru the countryside, i arrived at my site. Pulling off the roadway, i drove down a pathway and parked. No one could see my car down here. Removing my keys and opening the door, I paused a few moments to enjoy the quiet setting that surrounded me. It was just about seven and the bright, crisp sun had just cleared the line of trees which ran along the river, casting a golden glow within the morning mist. The grass swayed knee deep like a giant green wave, back and forth. In the distance, the sound of rushing water seemed to be calling me to it. After unloading my gear and fishing pole, i took a final glance around and then made my way down the trail.

After wading thru the dew soaked grass and bushes, the ten minute hike led me to my private little fishing spot. I've pulled some nice largemouth bass and channel catfish from here, and it's a great hideaway spot. Usually i'll fish awhile, then pause for a snack, then i'll wade around in the water and enjoy some wetlook while wearing some skintight levis. No one would ever see me back in this cove and it's has if i'm the only person on the planet this morning. I drop my small cooler, fishing pole and backpack down and pause again to look around and suck in the beauty along the river. Still, quiet, peaceful, the river creeps along, running about fifty feet across and only about six feet deep, with a few spots some eight feet deep, it's perfect to wade around in. Today, it's up a bit higher due to a few recent days of heavy rain. The sound of a small rapid now splashes upstream. I reached into the water and was delighted to find it nice and warm to the touch. The urge to jump in is always sudden, but i tell myself to wait, get unpacked and set up my mini camp, cast a few lines out and then i'd change my clothes before getting soaking wet. This was going to be a fun day and it was still very early.

Between a sip of hot coffee and a glazed dounut, i baited my pole and cast it into the river, checked on the ice, cola and sandwich in the cooler and finally managed to sit down on the cooler and remove my old pair of black leather shoes. I always packed an extra outfit, and i was also wearing an extra pair of jeans under my clothes. This way, i can keep my baggy outer pair of jeans and t-shirt dry for the return trip. Sitting there, i removed the baggy jeans and blue shirt, then pulled on a tight black t-shirt and stood up to tuck it into my jeans. The jeans i wore today are beyond old. Faded blue Levis, very worn with rips and holes all over. Way too tight for any underwear and very, very thin, i can always feel even the smallest raindrop making them wet. These are my fave pair of jeans to get wet in, and they have seen alot of watery fun. With my shoes back on tightly, it was time to get wet!

With the sunshine now covering the whole river and a layer of soft steam floating above it like some sort of magic carpet, i took my pole in hand and began walking into the river. The warm water flooded into my tennis shoes and soaked my socks wet with a sudden rush. An exciting feeling and i always pause to look down and enjoy it. I launch a long cast towards the center of the river and immediatly move in that direction. With each step, the warm water seeps up my legs, and my jeans shine bright in the suns rays. Each step takes me deeper and also wetter. I pause here. Almost halfway across now, and i'm soaked to my waist. The tight, thin, wet denim hugs my legs in it's soft watery grip. It too feels awesome and suddenly i become aroused, has i always do. I cast again, this time towards the riverbank ahead and give a tug. My line goes tight and i've hung up on something along the bank. Snag! I moved slowly to that spot. No hurry, i have all day, and i can't stop watching the sunlight beaming off my wet jeans with each step i take, caressing my wet flesh.

Has i near the point of my snag, i find myself slipping downward and into a deeper spot. I'm surprised when the water swallows my black T and comes to my neck. With long hair, it too gets wet and clings tight on my neck and shoulders. The water flows gently and swirls around inside my clothes. Has i keep moving, i finally rise back up and i'm now back to waist deep. My shirt hugs and teases my chest. In the sunlight, it shines like black latex. It feels and looks great on my skin, has the water streams down my shirt. Looking ahead, i can now see were my line is hooked. I've somehow managed to get tangled in a small tree branch that hangs out over the shoreline. With a chuckle to myself, i climb up the shore and out from the water. My entire outfit shines bright in the sun and i'm also very hard in my jeans. The wet fabric becomes warmer. But it's then, after i stepped up from the rivers edge that i discovered i'm sinking again, and rather quickly. I look down to find the wettest, thickest, dark brown mud i've ever seen in my life. And it's bubbling up my legs, having already swallowed my shoes. I toss my pole into the grass nearby and stop cold. I FOUND MUD!

Most people would become alarmed and perhaps even panic from being stuck like this, but i laughed aloud and admired the mess i was in. I really couldn't move, has the mud was creeping up my thighs. Sucking me downward. It was so slippery wet, yet thick and cool. I instantly became more rock hard in my jeans. I was becoming very excited at this point and the rest of the day flashed before me. I was no longer just gonna play in the warm water and get my clothes soaking wet, but now, i was gonna explore this awesome mudpit. Yeah, i had been in a few mud puddles before, but never nothing like this mud. Or this deep. Standing there, it swallowed me down deeper. The coolness felt great and i could tell it was seeping in thru the many holes and rips in my jeans. Now above my waist, i was almost three solid feet deep in the muck, and going deeper. Having just come out of the water, my clothes was making the mud even wetter and soon i was up to my chest in soft, soupy, golden brown mud. It was perfect! With both hands, i scooped up two big handfulls and squished it onto my head and hair. All inhabitions had vanished by now and i was quickly becoming overwhelmed with my messy find. Then, an idea came and i acted on it. I needed to explore this pit and get has muddy has i could. I wanted it all over me.

Quickly, i tugged and pulled and kicked till i was finally breaking free from it's muddy grip. Good thing my shoes were on tight, has they appeared from the mud has well. I sat down beside this massive pit for a moment and checked it out. It had been created by a small inlet from the main body of the river. The edge of this inlet was low and this allowed the water to splash and rise up and down the surface area, thus keeping the mud nice and deep and wet. It truly was the most amazing mud pit you could ever lay eyes on. I couldn't believe my own! After catching my breath, i slowly slide back down the shoreline and into the river. Sitting there in about two feet of swirling water, i watched intently has it washed my jeans from a very dark brown to a tan color with specks of blue. So shiny in the mornings sunlight. To say i've never masturbated in these jeans would be a major understatement, and most of the time while their soaking wet, but i'd never "played" in mud before and that thought kept racing wild in my mind. How does it feel to cum in muddy jeans? The urge and desire to cream my tight jeans was already calling me, but in MUD? I was going to find out in a hurry. I had to know.

Climbing from the water, i slipped back uphill and found just what i needed. A large empty milk jug. A bit squashed, i removed has many crinks has i could from the plastic then filled it with water. Back and forth, i made several trips from the river to the mudpit. With each pour, my erection grew larger and it throbbed hot against my inner thigh. Precum made my jeans slippery wet inside. How did i ever get this turned on i'll never know, but I was giddy and trembling all over. More water.
My very own mudpit was now becoming a massive soup bowl. No sticks or twigs, no grass, some ten feet wide and perhaps five plus feet deep and clean has a mudpit could be! With the water oozing down into the mud, i fed it some more until it stopped sucking up the water, and now with a small pool sitting atop, it was ready and so was i. About high noon now, the sun was directly above me and the pit. I was surrounded on three sides by large bushes and very tall, bright green grass. Nearby, a few very large oak trees stood solid ground. On the other side, a soft rolling river, passing me by like the gentle breeze in the air. It was picture perfect and surreal.

I sat back down at the edge of my pit and pulled my shoes and socks off. Using my barefeet, i stirred the muddy water and mixed it into the soft mud. It covered my feet completely and felt awesome squishing between my toes. With all the warm water mixed in, the mud became luke warm. This was becoming my very own mudbath. Slowly, i slid a bit deeper from the edge. The gooey mud splashed up my legs and turned my jeans instantly brown and heavy. A bit deeper now. I unzipped my jeans, and using a shoe, i filled it with some mud and poured it down inside my jeans. I gasped with delight. Oozing, slowly it ran down my crotch and i proceeded to fill my jeans full. Gushing wet mud poured from every rip and tear. Pushing out from every hole in the wet denim. A bit deeper down i slipped into the muck, till i was nearly waist deep again. Then a strange yet erotic feeling came over me. My engorged cock had somehow found a hole in my jeans and busted thru. The tip of my erection was now free from fabric and throbbing wildly in the slippery wet mud. A bit further i slid. Now up to my chest, the golden mudpool had swallowed my entire body and it was deeper than i first thought. Standing there, i paused, thinking to myself, if i go any deeper how will i ever get myself out of here. It pulled and tugged on my clothes like quicksand. Breathing rapidly, excited, aroused, hot, trembling, quivering in the mud. Feeling very wild, i lowered my hands into the mud and began rubbing on my jeans.

Being tightly encased in this volume of soupy mud was very erotic to me and the feeling was beyond my imagination. It was virtually holding me up in a suspended state. Faster i rubbed on my jeans, teasing my bulge and then rubbing on my ass. Unable to withstand the urge that was rushing thru me, i took the tip of my cock into my fingers and softly swiped them over it. So slippery with precum streaming into my hand, my body shuddered hard in the mud with each caress. Like an animal in the wild, i yanked on my cock until it ripped completely thru my jeans, tearing thru a hole and then becoming free in my hand. Gripping tightly, i began stroking the rigid, hot, shaft in the mud. Up and down it's entire length. Faster and faster. Moans escaped and rented the silent air. After a few more hard tugs on my burning cock, i released the grip and took my ass with both hands. Twisting and gyrating my hips in the soft mud. Faster now. Side to side, i thrusted my hips quicker. Then, with a massive shudder and a hot wave searing through me, cum flooded up my cock and erupted hot into the mud. Spurting, spilling, splashing. Over and over. Another wild thrust of my hips and another massive explosion of hot sticky cream gushed from my cock. Moving my waist in tight circles, more cum flowed and it spilled all around me. I could feel it's heat warming the mud and making my jeans very slippery and even wetter. Quickly, i took my cumsoaked cock into my hand and pumped myself dry. Every last drop was now slowly spurting into my hand. I used a final creamy handful of hot mud to lube my cock dripping wet and i finished with soft and slow strokes. And there i stood, in over five feet of soupy, slick, golden brown mud, covered in hot cum from the waist down and sopping wet and messy. I felt very liteheaded and almost weak in the knees. I was drained. Shaking. Numb. Euphoric and exhausted. I stood there for a few more moments. Calm, quiet, relaxing. Just me and my mudpit. I didn't want to get out!

Eventually, i did pull myself up and climbed from the pit. I made my way back into the water and rubbed all the mud out of my clothes and swished my shoes clean. After crossing back over to my campsite, i changed into a pair of tight black Levis i had packed along and had a snack. About an hour later, i waded back over to the pit, untangled my fishing line and gave the mudpit one final good look. Oh, i'd see it again alright. It wasn't going anywhere. With that, i stepped back into the warm water, walked upstream and found a giant rock near some rapids to sit upon. And there, i cast a few lines out, and enjoyed watching the water bubble up over my now shiny, soaking wet jeans for awhile. Aroused again. A perfect ending to a perfect day! Time was my friend, and now, so was the MUD!

The End