My friends that I normally celebrate my birthday with were out of town so I decided that a Jeep adventure would be a good substitute. I geared up in my formerly white skinny jeans, a t-shirt that had only been hosed off since the last mudding adventure, 12" hunting boots and a very ratty baseball cap.

The temperature was 95 F when I left home. The inside of the Jeep still had some mud evidence of my last adventure. I must point out here that this is not a beater Jeep. It is a very nicely tricked out JK Rubicon Unlimited with a 4" lift and 35" mud tires.

My first destination was a rocky creek bed in a canyon. It was clear that rain from a couple of weeks ago had left numerous clay silt mud holes but they were all dried up now.

So I headed to a deep red rock canyon along a creek that goes for many miles into the next county. The dirt road alternated between very narrow sections with rock cliffs looming overhead and wide areas with irrigated farmland. I got to a spot where a fork in the road leads to a water crossing that I knew from a visit several years ago. Someone piled up a lot of big rocks to make the pool at the crossing deeper, so in the spring it is impassible. That's why I've never tried to cross the creek before.

Not sure how deep it was, I hopped out of the Jeep and walked out into the water, immediately soaking my boots and my jeans almost to my knees. So it was quite passible with the 35-inch mud tires on the Jeep. Then I spotted a mud bank upstream from the road crossing. It was enough out of sight from the water crossing that it seemed like a safe place to explore.

I made my way over the rocks along the creek bank to where there was enough of a cliff so this area could not be seen from the main road. I took my first steps into the mud bank, which looked solid enough on the surface. First step went in a couple of inches. Second step went in about a foot. And the third step landed me mid-thigh in the mud. With a bit of motion I could sink in up to my crotch.

The mud was fairly thick and despite being mostly clay it was a bit chunky but no rocks. I struggled to pull out a bit and met great resistance so I decided not to go in any deeper. So for the next 15 minutes I worked my way back to the surface. By then the area where I had been submerged had turned a bit more liquid so I played in the top two feet for a while, getting totally covered up to my neck. I wear contacts so I can't head dunk.

The hot sun felt good so I wallowed around for a good half hour, alternately submerging my butt with my boots sticking out, plunging my feet down into the muck while resting my head on a nearby fallen tree branch and rolling over and enjoying floating on the surface.

A few handfuls of mud down into the crotch of my jeans led to some nice slipping around of my body inside the jeans and the inevitable friction to cause a nice explosion of cum into my jeans. After I rested a bit with my chin on my hands I finally got up and made my way back to the pool of water at the road crossing. With no traffic within earshot I immersed myself in the warm water to clean off some percentage of the surface mud.

I put a garbage bag over the seat and climbed in for more exploring. I crossed the creek and followed the road that went alongside it. At some point the road followed a smaller creek bed that in some places had water and in other places it was just bare rocks.

After driving through five, mostly dry creek crossings, I eventually got bored with the scenery and turned around. I did see one crossing that seemed to have a few areas of muddy banks so I stopped there. When I got out I wasn't expecting much more than ankle deep mud but boy was I wrong. In several spots there was pure silky clay silt about 18" deep. I was down in it in a New York second.

So warm, so soft, so glorious when scooped inside my jeans! After more wallowing I had a second cum explosion in my jeans. I probably lingered about five minutes after that just enjoying laying in that fine slop. When I got up I looked like a clay-sickle. I sat down on a rock to start to wipe some of the thick layer of clay off of my gear when I thought I heard another vehicle approaching.

There was no water for cleanup in that area of the creek. Since I was parked in the middle of a narrow dirt road I panicked, grabbed a towel to wipe off my hands and lower arms, threw down another garbage bag on the seat and drove off. It must have been an airplane that I heard since I saw no one on the way back to the main road.

By now it was pushing 7PM, still 90 degrees and sunny so I decided to clean up both me and the Jeep at the big creek crossing. When I got out of the Jeep I realized how much of a mess I made of the inside because the liquid mud had over-topped the garbage bag, running down over the carpet. And of course the back of my leather seat, steering wheel, gearshift knob and everything else I touched on that bumpy road was muddy as well.

Clearly I needed to clean myself up first so I stripped off the t-shirt, washed it out and then got back down in the water to get the surface mud off my body and clothes. Once that was done I spent a half hour with a couple of wash cloths, slowly wiping off the worst of the mud in the interior of the Jeep. It was kinda fun to stand in the stream with all of the wash water I needed to do a modest cleanup. I'll need to do a more thorough job in the next few days.

Another garbage bag went on the seat. At this point I put on a favorite ratty old blue chambray work shirt with the long sleeves cut off to make it a short sleeve shirt. Left unbuttoned and with the still somewhat muddy baseball cap on my head I felt very butch driving along.

I headed another 15 miles up the canyon and still did not reach the end. Since the sun was starting to set and I had another 90 minutes of driving to get home I turned around. I stopped at one empty campground to take a leak and realized that the mud that had rolled down inside the legs of my jeans had dried and was very stiff.

By the time I got home it was dark so I parked the Jeep and went around the back of the house to disrobe and hose myself off. A quick dry with a towel and I was fit to go inside to a nice hot shower.

I'm sure most of you would agree that this birthday was definitely a lot more fun than going to dinner with friends.