On the first Sunday of October I passed a (almost) dried up lake on the edge of a golf course (!!).
While walking around the lake, I discovered a place sheltered from the wind and laying in the sun and thus sufficiently warm, which invited me to test. It was not visible from the outside and I only discovered it because I was on a voyage of discovery and stayed out of the way. Since I wore my Dunlop rubber boots and my clothes for such tours, I really wanted to explore this location. So I fought my way through the bushes to the dried-up lake. It consisted of a large area of pitch-black mud that glowed invitingly in the sun. Beneath a only damp surface was wonderful soft, black mud, which - as I quickly noticed - became deeper with each step in. It was horny mud that now covered my just green rubber boots and I was still quite on the edge. I went further in and the mud got deeper with each step. It went up to my ankles first, then up to my lower legs and after the next step up to the height of my rubber boots. Then the mud went up to my knees and slowly ran along my long sports pants and into the rubber boots. I enjoyed the feeling and wanted more! So it was only a few "steps" and I was sunk in the mud right up to my step. But I wanted to go further in! It worked, too! At least up to the belly. Then I had no more solid ground under my boots and did not progress any more!
For more I had to lie down - to spread my weight over a larger area. So put it in the mud!
And trust that I didn't completely disappear into the mud.
But by lying on my back and pushing my upper body into the mud, I was able to move my legs gradually (!!!) and slowly pull upwards until they - thickly covered with mud - looked out of the mud. Then I rolled up on my front and gently pushed myself out of the hole and to the edge of the mud lake. Exhausted, but satisfied, I realized when I got up: I was completely muddy. My rubber boots were black with mud, my sweatpants were black, my quilted vest and also my T-shirt underneath were black with mud. Also my bare arms up to the shoulders. Only the head was not muddy yet!
After a satisfied appraisal of my work (and "gathering some" new strength), I first took off the quilted vest, then the T-shirt and finally also the - heavy and slippery - sweatpants and was dressed for the next round only in green Dunlop rubber boots and short blue BW sports pants. Finally, I wanted to take advantage of the cool opportunity and close the remaining gaps!
So I went back into the lake and enjoyed how the mud ran down my legs into the rubber boots after a few steps and rose higher with each further step on my body. And I came back, as I went further in, into deeper mud, from which I had to get out, as before. That's why I put myself back in the mud. What I found to be horny on my first tour, now turned me on completely. The feeling of feeling the black, velvety mud on my skin and being covered with it was indescribable! This time I didn't want to spare my face and head either. So I dived and pushed my head down until the mud closed in my neck. After reappearing, I rolled myself in the wet element several times and filled my hands with mud and then spread it generously over my upper body and head. Now everything of my astral body - including face and head - was covered with the black, soft mass.
So I lay for a while in the sun enjoying the situation!
But like a small, unconquered, Gallic village - well known for all ASTERIX-readers -, all with one "small" exception! To close this "exception", I opened the elastic band of my sports pants, filled my hands with mud and spread it generously over my butt and then on the front, with my already stiff cock. I gently massaged this one. Now I was REALLY completely muddy!
But now my sports pants had lost their hold. And it was heavy from the mud. As I slid through the mud, I let it slip first over my butt, then down my legs, and finally over my rubber boots. Then I pressed them deep (!) into the mud with my rubber boots. It stayed behind as I continued to push through the black mass.
After "losing" my sports pants, I was naked except for the rubber boots and I enjoyed it! Now there was no stopping for me!
After a few laps in this lake - and watching the mud flow out of my boots as I lifted my legs out - I also took off the rubber boots. Filled it with mud and poured it on me.
(Incidentally, rubber boots are awesome for this!)
And for that I used them extensively!
So (un)clothed I glided, rolled and dived - and "showered" me (with the mud from my rubber boots, which were refilled over and over again) - in the soft, black, clinging mass.
It was exciting to be so muddy. I had become a black mud monster (!) that was only roughly reminiscent of a human being.
!!!And I enjoyed it!!!
. . . . .
But now what I didn't think about before came up as a problem:
I had no opportunity to wash at or near the lake, which was not completely dried up!
And in that state I would have been an attraction on the way home, with potential to increase!
So I needed a solution for this problem!!!

It also came: Waiting for the dark!

And what should I do until then???

There was only one solution: Further mudding!!!

A good solution! And one that I was only too happy and willing to follow!


When it was dark enough, I stripped myself and my boots recovered from the mud. Put on the (long) sweatpants, stepped into the partially filled rubber boots and put on the quilted vest, although everything was still covered with black mud.
In that outfit I was now as black as the night around me!
But my muddy T-shirt was also gone!
Then I cycled home safely via sneaky paths.
At home I could admire my work - Myself - more closely in the mirror and in the light.
--- (Good thing no one noticed me on the way!!! That would have become "interesting"! )---
In fact, I was completely black from the mud, from the previously green Dunlop rubber boots, to the tightly taut formerly blue sweatpants and the vest to the bare arms and face and head (!).
And I looked AWESOME!!!
My T-shirt and my sports shorts were - and remained - gone in the mud.
After enough admiration I went into the shower as I was (!) and soaked myself there under warm water and with LOTS of soap.

Too bad it was the last time this year! But I hope for a remake of this session next year!!!