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Becoming Tommy the Mud Man

These days everyone knows me as Tommy. I like it. It's who I am. But I wasn't always Tommy. For most of my young life I was Thomas. No one would even think of calling me Tommy. It just didn't feel right. It would be like feathers on a pig. I was proper, clean, spotless. I was Thomas. It's just how I grew up.

When relatives would get together, my cousins would all wear jeans and tee shirts. They'd be outside rough housing, or playing football, often getting dirty. Me? I was in the house or sitting in the yard, talking with adults or maybe reading. My cousin Benny once tried to change me. He took me into a bathroom, rolled up my sleeves, combed my hair differently. I actually liked it. Loved it to be truthful. He said I'd have a lot more fun if I let people call me Tommy and I just relaxed a little. But I couldn't. I was trapped in being Thomas.

I continued that way through high school and college. But I hated it. For years I regretted not leaving my sleeves rolled up and my hair combed the way Benny did it that day in the bathroom. I'll never forgot how disappointed he looked when I unrolled my sleeves and combed my hair back the way I usually combed it. Benny wanted me to become Tommy, but I wasn't ready. For years, I thought back to that day and wondered what would have happened if I'd just let Benny change me. But that moment was past. I was Thomas now and would be Thomas forever.

But then one day after college, I was on my new job and had to spend a weekend at an out of town training session. Driving home on Sunday afternoon, the rain was pouring down. It was turning into a really bad storm. Little did I know how it would change my life.

Without warning, my car just stalled. I drifted to the side of the road, put on my four way flashers, and waited. I was sure a cop would stop. I had no idea what was wrong with the car. I'd bought it used the previous year, ten years old, but it had always been reliable. I knew nothing about cars. I tried calling AAA, but there was no signal on my phone.

After two hours, no cop had stopped. It was raining harder. It was getting late in the afternoon. Finally I realized I had no choice. I'd have to walk to the nearest town. I opened the door. Rain blew in. Heavy rain. I closed the door immediately. This was going to be a bad day. But I had no choice. I had to get to a phone. So opened the door again and got out of the car. My brand new expensive dress shoes sank ankle deep into the mud. It was awful. Well, today as Tommy, it amuses me, but on that day, as Thomas, it was horrible.

I tried putting out my thumb to hitchhike, but no one stopped. There wasn't much traffic. The weather was getting really bad. Not a smart day to be driving. I was getting soaked. My sport jacket was soggy, dripping, and my slacks were sticking to my legs. I took off my tie and shoved it into a pocket. Wearing a tie in the rain was just ridiculous. Even as Thomas I knew that.

I finally made it to a phone at a gas station on the outskirts of a small town, but when I called AAA, they said roads were washing out and lots of people were stranded. If it wasn't an emergency, could I wait till morning? The gas station guy recommended a nearby motel and said there was an army surplus store on the next block where I could get dry clothes, so I walked to the store. But they didn't have the kinds of clothes I usually bought in those days, so bought what the nice lady in the surplus store said would be good for me in my present condition, jeans, flannel shirt, levy jacket, a thermal shirt, boots, and of course a rain coat. She let me put them on and gave me a plastic trash bag for my wet clothes. Walking out of that army surplus store in my new clothes felt weird. It wasn't how I usually dressed. I looked like my cousins. Definitely not Thomas. But the clothes were warm and comfortable, and stayed dry as I walked to the motel. The storm cleared the next day. AAA towed my car, I got it repaired, and I was home by afternoon.

But something strange had happened. Thinking back to how I felt wearing those wet clothes, there was something I loved about it. I'd been cold and wet, but something about being wet felt really good. And I loved those clothes I'd bought at the army surplus. I'd never had such comfortable clothes. I kept thinking about how I felt wet yesterday and how I felt wearing those clothes from the surplus store. I was planning to give them away, but suddenly I had an idea. A crazy idea. I didn't have to go back to work until the next day. I changed into those clothes. They were comfortable. I liked the feeling.

I don't remember why I did what I did next. It was nuts. I went into the bathroom, stepped into the shower, and turned it on full. I just let the water run. It soaked me through. I was thoroughly wet. And in these clothes, it felt great. Suddenly I was alive like never before, and aroused, and bulging in my jeans under the zipper. This was fun.

I stepped out of the shower and walked through the living room to the back deck, dripping the entire way. I'd mop up the house later. I suddenly knew what I had to do. I searched the internet and found Benny's phone number. He wasn't far away, but in a blue collar area, totally unlike my very middle class area.

He said he now ran an excavating company with his brother, had several employees, and loved his life. He remembered that day in the bathroom with me and always wondered what how I was doing. I beat around the bush a bit, but finally told him what happened in the rain yesterday and how much fun it was, though of course I didn't tell him about the shower. I must have just been rambling. Probably it sounded crazy.

Finally he invited me over for a beer the next weekend. And he told me to bring some spare clothes, but wouldn't say why. It all sounded mysterious, but intriguing. I still remembered that day in my grandmother's bathroom with Benny. He'd tried to change me then, but I wasn't ready. Clearly he had something in mind. I figured he'd probably throw me into the pool. I'd heard of other people surprising visitors by tossing them in a pool. That's probably what he had in mind. I was going to get wet again and was excited. This would be fun. To get ready, I bought more clothes like the ones from the surplus store to take with me. If he tossed me into his pool, I was ready.

Benny lived on a huge property, many acres, with lots of heavy equipment that I didn't know the names of, but I saw that they were very muddy. He invited me in, we had a beer, then a second beer, then said he had something to show me. I figured it was the pool. We walked past the heavy equipment, Benny said, "Do you remember that day in Grandma's bathroom."

"I never forgot", I answered.

"You used to dress so prissy back then. You've changed." When I didn't say anything, he asked, "was last weekend the first time you got wet and loved it?"

"It was the first time I got wet. Ever."

"Want to get wet again?"

I tensed up. And I felt a tingling in my crotch. Whatever the hell as going on, I didn't understand it. We'd stopped walking and were standing at a huge mud puddle, about a hundred feet long. Benny looked at me and said, "Thomas, I've never forgotten that day in the bathroom. I hated that you went back to being your old self."

"I hated it too."

"Are you ready to do it again, but better?"

Oh boy, that was the question. Suddenly I was scared. Why had I come?

He asked again, "are you ready? This is what you want, right?"

Was it what I wanted? I thought he was just going to toss me in a pool. But this was different. That water was muddy. I couldn't speak. Was I really ready? Would I ever be ready?

In a surprisingly gentle voice he said, "You want to do this. Are you ready?"

I couldn't speak. I just nodded.

Benny took my hand. "Don't worry, we can go back if you change your mind. But I think you'll love this." He started walking into the mud puddle, holding my hand, and I followed. Totally scared.

The mud got up to our knees. It was inside my jeans. Water was seeping into my boots. It was exciting. The mud squished as we walked, one careful step at a time. It was up almost to our waists. Could a mud puddle really be this deep?

He let go of my hand. "We've got to be careful here. It would be easy to slip and fall in. But that would be fun, wouldn't it?"

I tried to imagine it. The mud coating my legs already felt so good.

"Now lower yourself into the mud. Slowly. Just let it engulf you."

I looked around to see whether anyone was watching. This could be embarrassing if anyone saw two grown guys getting muddy.

"No one can see us back here, Thomas. But even if they could, so what?"

He had lowered his body into the mud and was now up to his chin in mud. I slowly lowered myself. Water and mud soaked into my crotch, into my shirt. It felt so good. He then took me to the shallow end of the puddle. My clothes heavy, soaked through with water and gooey mud. He told me to lie down in it, then gently rubbed mud over my head and face, rubbing gently, sensually. No one had ever touched me like that. I was completely covered in the stuff. Then he lay down and told me to do the same to him. I did. We were now two muddy men, without a clean spot anywhere on us.

And I was aroused. I was ready to have sex with anyone and anything.

Benny took my hand. "I know how you're feeling. You're hard. You've never felt like this."

He was right.

"Thomas, sex is never better than right after mudding like this. It feels so good."

I looked at him. Was I understanding what he was saying?

He asked, "Have you ever done it with a guy?"

"No."

"Want to?"

I didn't know what to say. I wanted nothing more than sex right now.

He sat in the mud next to me, his arm around me. The mud was up up to our belts. I was aroused. I was hard.

"I always wanted you, Thomas, even when you were that little prig when we were kids"

This wasn't what I expected. But being muddy felt so good. And I wanted sex so badly.

"We can go inside and have a really good time. I've got a special mudding bed set up in the garage.'

I felt frozen. I didn't expect this.

"You haven't done it with a guy, Thomas, have you?"

"No."

"Want to try?"

"It's not ..., I, uh" I didn't' know how to finish the sentence. We sat there in the mud, his arm around me. I don't know how much time passed. It seemed forever but was probably just a few minutes.

"I don't know." I think maybe I was shaking. "I'm just not that way."

"It's ok, Thomas, you don't have to. I just thought you'd like it. But you don't have to."

"I'm sorry Benny..."

"No. Don't be." We were still sitting in the mud, Benny's arm around me. He hugged me tighter. "Brother."

We walked back to his house embracing each other. He asked me how I liked the mud. I started babbling like a fool. I loved it. When we reached his house, we hosed off the mud, took off our clothes, and hosed off more mud. We were going inside to shower when Benny stopped. "Thomas, I don't care if you ever go to bed with me, but I do want you to change one thing. Do it for me. That day in Grandma's bathroom, you were afraid to be Tommy. Now's your chance."

I waited, wondering what was next.

"Today your new life starts. You don't have to be Thomas anymore. Leave that behind." Benny grabbed a handful of mud and smeared it on my forehead. "By the powers vested in me as your mud brother, I christen you Tommy. Leave Thomas behind. You're welcome to come here and play in the mud anytime. I hope you'll change your mind about getting into bed with me, but even if you don't, come and play. Let's be friends. Brothers. But from now on, you are Tommy." He paused and added, "Tommy the Mudman."

We embraced naked, and when our cocks touched, I admit I felt electricity. Benny gave me a knowing look, then we went inside, showered, and dressed. I left knowing I probably would never do anything sexual with him, but overjoyed to have him as a friend - no, as a brother - and looking forward to mudding again, as Tommy the Mudman.