Just had my first romp in quarry mud last night and it was good enough that I really wanted to get it on paper before I forgot. A lot of this is my personal experience and I have some recommendations at the end if anyone gets that far. I've wanted to try quarries for years but it never really felt like the time was going to be right. Going in the day comes with a lot of risk while going at night conflicts with my work schedule. This has been a constant back-and-forth for a long time and last week I finally decided that waiting around wasn't going to do me any good. It was time.

First, I set a timetable. I have Mondays off, so Sundays work well. I don't like the risk of going in the day, so nights seemed like the only option. 11 PM is a good set time, as it gives me enough time to get back home before it gets TOO late and also gets me started after most people are either asleep or home for the night. To prepare, I packed a bag with extra clothes, a towel, water, my sandals, an LED flashlight, a prostate massager, and I bought a battery-powered lantern online. That night, I left home and drove down to the quarry I wanted to visit. When I got there, I changed out of my street shoes and put on my sandals before walking past the gate and into the quarry itself.

Since it was so late, visibility wasn't great and, even with a good flashlight, getting around was pretty tough. I'd scoped the place out beforehand, but I still needed to use the aerial view on Google Maps to navigate. The quarry was a bit of a maze and the entrance was still a ways away from the mud, but I didn't mind taking the time to just explore a bit and get my bearings. After getting this far, I admit that I was getting kinda nervous. Beyond the obvious threat of getting caught (although the security at this particular quarry was basically zero) I was really worried about the place not meeting what I had been imagining for years. All those concerns basically evaporated when I saw a sign that said "Quicksand!" right before where the mud was supposed to be. I'd made it.

Past the sign, I climbed a little hill and saw a huge swath mud in front of me. Even in the darkness, I was able to make out where the mud was drier and where water had settled on the far end. Right across from where I was standing, I saw the tracks of another mud enthusiast who had probably used the quarry the same day I did. I saw where they started, where the solid ground turned to liquid under them, and the big liquid brown patch where they chose to do the majority of their wallowing. Seeing someone else's tracks in there was honestly really cool and I wish I knew who it was. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if it was someone on here. I took my lantern out of my bag, turned it on, took off my sandals, stripped off my clothes, and stared, naked, at the clay. I didn't even think about my prostate massager at that point. I was just too excited. There's always a final "this is it" moment before mudding that is absolutely surreal. Staring out into this abyss of thick, creamy, gooey clay and knowing that you're about to basically dive into it is a truly magical experience.

Stepping down from the top, I stepped my right foot onto the solid clay below. Given that it was a cool night out (around 60 degrees F), the mud was cool to the touch. As I put more weight on it, the clay squished between my toes a bit but didn't go any deeper than that. I stepped my left foot out. The mud turned less solid under my left foot and I made it up to my ankle before I hit solid earth below. The mud at this point was soft and squishy, but had a fair amount of sand in it. My next step, I made it up to my ankle again. Same with the step after. At this point, I was kinda confused. Shouldn't it be less-solid than this? I took one more step, and that layer underneath that my foot had been resting on gave way, and immediately swallowed me up to my knee. The mud underneath was significantly warmer, and was made up of almost entirely clay. What I didn't know at the time was that sometimes quarry mud acts a lot like a layer cake. There are a bunch of different layers underneath, all with varying tensions, temperatures, and viscosities. I wish I had known this before, as it was not only really cool, but absurdly hot.

At that point, I wasted no more time, I basically ran into the sludge from there. Each step, I slowly kept sinking deeper. The mud quickly swallowed my knees, then my thighs, then my crotch, and, by the time my legs were immobilized, I was belly-button deep, with no clear bottom below me. One thing that caught me off-guard was that the clay was actually pretty warm. I was expecting it to barely be the air temperature, but it had to have been at least 70 degrees or so. At this point, I thrust my legs down further and further, letting my body weight push me deeper into the mud. I sank up past my belly and up to my naked chest I thrust my arms into it and watched in awe as I brought them out with nearly a half-inch of thick clay still clinging to them. I thrust against the mud, loosened the layers underneath and heard squelches and bubbles from underneath the surface. And then I stopped sinking. The thing about quarry clay that almost any mudder will know is that you can only sink so far before your natural buoyancy will hit an equilibrium with the mud. Well, my equilibrium point was right above my chest. I tried for nearly 15 minutes afterwards, but the lowest I could get was just past my shoulders.

At this point, I was absolutely exhausted. Now, I'm in fairly good shape. I'm a runner, I hike mountains in my spare time, and lift around 180 pounds for my job on a near-daily basis. I have a lot of stamina and this clay was tiring me WAY out. Chest-deep in thick slop, I had to stop for nearly two minutes just to catch my breath. Trying to do that is hard enough. Trying to do that with thick clay sucking against your chest is damn-near impossible. I'm going to say this once: if you're not in good shape, PACE YOURSELF. If you don't catching your breath has the potential to be an extremely long and painful affair.

After finally catching my breath, I decided to extricate myself from the mess and try moving to another location. Extricating myself from the slop was weird, given that I didn't have anything solid to pull myself up on. I ended up pulling myself out to my stomach, then leaning back and kicking my legs out of the mud. It was a workout, but it only took around 15 seconds. From there, I started crawling on all-fours towards the other side of the clay. The process was slow going, considering that the first two layers were basically liquid at this point and therefore too soft to crawl on but too thick to swim in. Eventually, I got to a place where I was happy and started the process of sinking back down. Just like before, I only got to my chest and I realized that my dream of the full submersion wasn't going to happen this time. Only one part of me was still clean: my head.

I thrust my arms into the mud, churning up the clay beneath, took a deep breath, and thrust my head into it. Blowing bubbles under that mud for the first time was more an interesting experience than an arousing one. It was nice but it honestly just felt like I was diving into thick water, which honestly wasn't far from the truth. Coming back up for air, my ears and eyes were covered in clay, depriving me of both sight and sound. I shook my head a few times to clear my ears and wiped my eyes clean as best I could. Some advice from personal experience with non-quarry clay: Whenever possible, DO NOT stick your fingers in your ears to clean them out. Not only is it very ineffective, but it pushes the mud further into your ears, making it harder to clean out in the long run. Your ears are good at keeping things out of them. Trust in that and just shake the mud away. As for my eyes, cleaning the mud out of them was tricky and I ended up getting some in my eyes anyway. One item I wish I had brought with me was eyedrops, as flushing my eyes a few times during cleanup would have gone a long way towards making today a bit more-comfortable.

It was at this point that I realized I forgot my prostate massager so I went and grabbed that. Not that I would recommend this, but clay is a decent lubricant for anal so I was able to slide it in without too much trouble. I had some lube just in case, but it wasn't necessary. From there, I had a full hour of wallowing, sinking, and crawling around. Having the prostate massager in my back door alongside the sensory experience of bathing in mud is a match made in fucking heaven. At the same time, mudding is an amazing workout, and I had to take occasional breaks on the surface, staring up at the stars, to have the energy to go again. There were a few times I also needed to get out of the mud entirely and stretch my legs to avoid cramping. If your legs cramp up on you even rarely, I'd recommend taking breaks every 15 minutes or so just to stretch out your legs. Mudding is amazing, but your legs aren't built to be suspended in thick clay mud for an hour at a time, pushing it out of the way and having the clay lightly push back.

Then we get to the end. At this point, there's no other way to say this other than I had a hands-free, full-body, wet prostate orgasm. Look, I know we're focused on the mud here, but I feel obligated to say this. I don't care if you're gay, straight, asexual, pansexual, whatever. If you're a guy and you have a prostate, you need to try some form of anal pleasuring. It'll make every penile orgasm you ever have feel weak by comparison. Chest-deep in clay goo, without warning or catalyst, my ass tightened, I became absurdly hard, and a shot of electricity shot from the back of my prostate to the tip of my penis. I wasn't just starting to cum, I was starting to cum HARD. My dick became hard enough to cut diamonds and started spewing cum into the clay. My ass convulsed around the massager and hugged it back into my prostate and my perineum at the same time, improving and lengthening my orgasm. The rest of my body started involuntary twitching in time with my ass and my dick, giving me the sensory input that every cell in my body was cumming itself silly. Finally, I got enough control to shove my head into the slop so I could moan bubbles into it. It was a moment of true bliss and will probably down as one of the most-powerful orgasms of my life. Even now, as I'm typing this, my body is still recovering from it, and just describing it again is almost enough to set off another. Yeah. It was THAT good.

So, my orgasm is finally winding down. I pull my head out of the muck and feel the cool evening breeze on my face. I shake the clay from my head and arms and start pulling myself out of the mud. It's time to get back. After an orgasm like that, getting back to shore was the toughest part of the night. All the strength had gone out of my legs and my arms weren't much better. Pulling my way back, my legs actually cramped up a little bit and I needed to start rolling on my side to gain ground and give my legs a break at the same time. You know that cliche of someone rolling in quarry mud for full coverage? It's also good for mobility.

I crawl my way out and wipe the mud off my hands. Then I look over at the little clearing pool on the other side of the mud. Those of you who have done quarry mudding before probably noticed that I didn't plan this out very well, but I sure didn't see it. My cleanup spot wasn't gonna do it. There was a LOT of mud under there and the small amount of water on top wasn't going to do much. I was going to need to find another spot to clean up, and I'd need to find it on the fly. I clean off my hands as best I can, reach into my bag, grab my phone, and pull up Google Maps. I was going to need to find the main quarry washing pond.

I put on my sandals, grabbed my towel with one hand, and a flashlight with the other, and set out on a long, naked hike to the wash pond. This wouldn't have been so bad had I known it was coming, but not really knowing where I was going during this process just SUCKED. I had my phone with me, which was now slightly muddy from my not-totally-clean hands, but even with it helping me navigate, finding my way around the quarry was rough. On top of that, I was naked, in an unfamiliar environment, in 60 degree weather. Suffice to say it was pretty uncomfortable. It took me about 7 minutes of walking to get to the main wash pond. Fortunately it was pretty warm and I was able to get most of the mud off me pretty easily. The one part where getting myself clean was tricky was my hair. My hair is straight, thick, and I cut it to medium length. As a result, when I was done, it looked presentable, but extremely shaggy. It was still loaded with mud, but it wasn't going to get much cleaner in the wash pond, so I just left it at that. Next time I do this, I will DEFINITELY be bringing a comb. Would have helped a lot in getting some of that extra mud out.

After getting out of the wash pond and drying myself off, I made the trek back to my gear. Knowing where I was going this time definitely helped shave off some time and not dripping with mud or water any more was nice too. I put my clothes back on, packed up my stuff, and walked out of the quarry, back to my car. The drive back home wasn't too bad, but my eyes were still not in the best shape due to the mud that had gotten into them. Driving back, I tried forcing myself to cry in order to wet my eyes a bit and help with cleaning and when I got back home, which was an hour away, I flushed my eyes with eyedrops before I even hopped in the shower.

So, in review, how was it? FUCKING AMAZING. Yeah, the orgasm at the end definitely sent it over the edge, but I could have stopped a half-hour before cumming and been immensely satisfied. It's kinda surreal knowing that quarry clay is just as good as it looks, honestly, maybe better. Will I do it again? Absolutely. I may even do a repeat later this week. Should I have done some things different? Absolutely. In fact, here's a comprehensive list of things I'd wish I'd done better.
1.) Planned better for cleanup. I shouldn't have needed to scramble last-minute on that.
2.) Packed better. This is what my packing list SHOULD have looked like: Sandals, eyedrops, extra clothes, towel, water, flashlight/lantern, prostate massager/vibrator, comb, rope, garbage bag (for muddy items).
3.) Brought better lighting. The lantern was good, but having something that really throws light out there would have been REALLY nice. Even after all that time in the mud last night, I STILL couldn't tell you what exact color it was. Would have also helped to maybe scope out better spots for getting deep.

Another thing that I couldn't change but that I'm keeping in mind for next time. If I can go out there on a hot night (like 75-80), that would make the whole experience a TON better. Doubly so if the sun has been beating down on the mud for a few days. Bathing in 70 degree mud was amazing, but bathing in warmer sludge in warmer weather would be paradise. You know what else would be paradise? Doing this with someone else. If anyone else lives in or around Massachusetts and is interested in joining me next time, let me know. I've lurked for a decent amount of time on here and would love the chance to meet some local mudders.

If you made it all the way through, I hope you enjoyed. This whole experience was a blast and I look forward to repeating it some time soon. Next time, I may even take some pictures! Quarry mudding is even better than I thought it would be and I encourage anyone on the fence about trying it to just go out and do it. Just make sure to be careful!