After a long week at work I knew I needed a bit of personal time to release all the stress I'd built up. For some, that relief would come from hitting a bar or a club, going to the gym, or any number of normal hobbies. For me, though, it meant something quite different. Something a bit less conventional - and much, much filthier. Just the thought of it had my stomach doing flips and my cock twitching between my legs as I made my way toward my destination.

When I finally arrived I took in the familiar sight of my personal heaven - a secluded expanse of dark, heavy mud. My cock was already soaking the front of my boxer briefs with pre-cum when I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, savouring the delicious earthy stink of the mud.Typically I would have begun stripping right then, but something caused me to hesitate. I opened my eyes again and glanced around, searching for whatever it was that had given me pause.

A moment later my eyes fell upon a pile of clothing not far from where I stood. I glanced back at the mud and I saw fresh footprints at the edge leading off into a spot out of sight where the mud was a bit deeper. Quietly I made my way towards the clothing and glanced over it. A rainbow jockstrap was just barely visible in the pile and I breathed a little easier knowing the odds were that whoever I was about to encounter was more than likely a guy who was into other guys. Still as quietly as I could manage, I made my way over to a vantage point that would give me a view over the entirety of the mud hole.

As I looked down to where the footprints had been leading I saw a man down in the mud. He was fairly covered, though his face and head were still quite clean and from the state of the mud it appeared he hadn't been there long and was still searching for the good spots. Though the mud covered most of him, I could tell he had the type of body I loved and that his ass was perfect, especially all covered in mud as it was. My view of it was interrupted, though, when he turned around and looked up to see me there watching him.

"I- I- um- it isn't- uh- it's not- " he stammered, the flushing in his cheeks apparent even from the distance between us. Wordlessly and while still holding his gaze I kicked off my shoes and stripped off my clothing. The first step made me shudder as the soft mud squelched around my foot, welcoming it back into its dirty embrace. Still without saying a word I waded out through the muck towards him until I was standing right in front of him, both of us nude and knee deep in the mud.

"I think it's exactly what it looks like, isn't it?" I said softly with a half smirk as I ran my hand through the mud on his chest. Our eyes met again and the space between our lips closed and before either of us knew it we were kissing there in the mud, his body coated from the neck down and mine picking up hints of it from pressing against his. When we finally pulled away the front of my body was lightly smeared with mud, and both our cocks were hard and dripping.

"I think you need to get a bit dirtier now, don't you?" he smirked at me as we both saw how aroused we were. Without waiting for a response, he pushed me down onto my back and straddled me in the mud before beginning to smear my chest with the soft muck. I couldn't keep myself from moaning at the sensation - the sun-warmed embrace at my back and the soft ooze on my chest felt incredible.

"Fuck I'm so turned on right now..." I panted out after having pulled him down for another kiss.

"Me too," he replied just as breathlessly, with a glimmer of arousal flashing in his eyes. "I never thought I'd have company out here."

"Neither did I - figured I was the only one around here that wanted to wallow like a pig," I said sheepishly.

"Oh you like being a pig, huh? Why don't you show me just what a pig you are." As he spoke he climbed off me and turned around, offering me another view of his beautiful ass as he slopped more of the stinking mud onto it. "Come on piggy, eat up," he smirked, seeing my eyes widen at the display.

Without hesitation I pounced towards him and buried my face between his muddy cheeks. Another loud moan escaped my lips as I rubbed my face against him, the mud coating his ass smearing all over my face. My tongue darted out and found its way through the mud to brush over his hole.

"Let me hear you pig..." he commanded, trying to maintain control as he began moaning whorishly at the feeling of my tongue on his hole. Again I obeyed without hesitation, grunting for him as I ate his muddy hole. "Fuck that's it pig..." he moaned. "Get on your back now pig."

I obeyed, fully expecting him to sit on my face. Instead he sat on my cock, taking the whole hard length in one motion. My whole body quivered as I moaned at the feeling of my muddy cock sliding into him. He didn't take long to adjust and quickly began riding me in the mud, sinking our hips down further with every motion. He was obviously as turned on as I was as he quickly began stroking his muddy cock, aiming right for my face.

"Open up you dirty pig," he commanded as he stroked himself and rode me faster and faster. I continued to obey him, opening my mouth and trying to grunt out as much as possible. It didn't take long for him to finish and when he did he shot huge pulses of cum onto my waiting face and into my open mouth. As he came I could feel his hole tightening around my cock and I couldn't hold back either, pumping my own warm seed deep inside him.

He climbed off me and flopped down into the mud as we both caught our breath. We laid there in the mud a few minutes, both of us coasting through afterglow and processing what had just happened.

"So, you uh, you come here often?" I asked awkwardly breaking the silence.

"No, but something tells me I'm going to be coming here a lot more now."