Last summer I was out riding my Suzuki DRZ-400S dual-sport motorcycle along a really muddy back road on a nice warm day. My new street-legal knobby tires were flinging up quite a bit of mud as I rode through the mud-filled ruts on purpose. In fact the heavy clay mud was seriously accumulating around my front forks and rear swing arm.

Up ahead a few hundred feet the dual ruts turned into one large one that spanned the entire width of the road. There were trees on both sides of the road so going through the mud hole was the only way to continue along the road.

And that's when I saw him. A guy had gotten his dirt bike stuck in that sea of mud. He was spinning his back wheel and making no progress but throwing up a huge roost of mud into the air.

I stopped where there was still some solid ground, put down the kick stand, got off the bike and walked over to him. I was in my usual button-fly Levis 501s, tall lineman boots with Vibram soles for a better grip in the mud, t-shirt, Levis denim jacket, MX gloves and my off-road helmet and goggles.

He was wearing Carhartt carpenter jeans, motocross boots, a t-shirt and a helmet, so like me, not exactly dressed for serious dirt biking. I took off my goggles as I approached.

He looked up as I got closer and said, "I'm really stuck here and not making any progress getting out."

"Well you've dug yourself quite a hole with your rear wheel spinning like that."

I offered to help and told him that one of us had to kneel in front of the bike to rotate and push the front wheel while steering it straight back while the other one rotated and pulled on the back wheel.

He commented that we would get rather muddy doing that.

"Really? You're out riding your dirt bike in the mud, what did you expect?" I asked in frustration.

He shrugged his shoulders, acknowledging the situation.

"You pick - front or back."

He chose back but then he had trouble getting a good grip to pull on the wheel. So after a few minutes of his hands sliding on the muddy wheel I told him to switch places. I walked to the back of the bike and then sat down in the sloppy mud, straddling the back wheel so I could get a better grip. He was amazed that I just sat down in the mud.

We got his bike moving, inch by inch, with me having to scooch back every time the rear tire got too close to my crotch. Finally we got his bike to more shallow mud where we could turn it around. He looked at the path we just pulled his bike from.

"If I got a better running start, I'll bet I could get through that mud hole."

I replied, "No, you won't it just gets deeper."

He questioned that so I walked ahead of where he had gotten stuck and showed him how deep it was by struggling along until the mud was up to my crotch.

Then I said, "It gets even deeper ahead. Do you want me to demonstrate?"

His jaw dropped and he said I was crazy.

I agreed with that statement but explained that it was lots of fun to get that muddy. I told him I would not help him again if he got stuck a second time so then he conceded that we should turn his bike around.

He asked if I was going to ride back all covered in mud.

"Of course. I might get lucky and find someone to mud wrestle with me when I ride that way."

He looked at me like I had totally lost it and asked, "You really do that?"

I replied, "Oh yes, it's really erotic and sensual as you wrestle around in the slop, getting it down in your jeans and then shooting a big load of jizz."

He asked if I was gay. In return I asked, "Does it matter?" I then said, "I've mud wrestled straight, bi and gay guys. They all liked it a lot."

He thought about it.

"Wanna try?" I asked.

"Well since my ride is now aborted, why not. So what do we do?"

"First we take off our helmets." He had a handsome face, clean shaven in contrast to my #2 cropped beard.

I led him to a spot that had nice soupy mud about a foot deep and we started to try to knock each other over into the mud. I caught him a bit off balance and down we went.

He was a good wrestler and after rolling around with various attempted holds in that nice warm slick clay mud for a while and getting totally plastered I said, "Now comes the fun part. Mount me and grind your crotch into mine."

I could tell he already had a serious boner as he got on top of me. After just a few thrusts there were three shudders as he shot his load into his Carhartt jeans. When he relaxed again I told him to rest his face against mine and let the endorphins take over his brain. We laid there in the mud for a few minutes.

"That was amazing. I can't believe how fast I responded to that movement!"

"Yeah, I thought you might enjoy it. Now it's my turn."

We wrestled around a bit more and then I rolled him over and ground my crotch into his, very quickly shooting my load into my 501s. After another cheek to cheek rest I rolled us over so we were face to face on our sides.

"I've never had an orgasm that intense."

"So now you know why I enjoy this so much."

"Yeah, I sure do."

We got up and went over to a nearby creek to wash up. We both stripped from the waist up and he took off his MX boots because they were filled with mud. My tall lineman boots were laced up tight enough that they had stayed clean inside.

He had a slim but muscular body, beautiful smooth chest and nicely defined pecs. As we splashed around in the clear warm water he was staring at my very hairy chest. "Could I touch your chest hair?"

I said, "Sure." He reached over and ran his hand over my chest. "I've never done that before. So different from my chest." We found a spot nearby that was grassy and laid in the sunshine near each other but not touching. Neither one of us spoke for a while.

"This whole experience has blown my mind. First you just getting down in the mud without hesitation to help me get the bike unstuck, then you wading out into that mud pit to show me how deep it was with no second thought. And then the wrestling with another guy in the mud and having that amazingly intense orgasm as I shot into my jeans. Laying there with my face against your beard as my brain was bathed in the endorphin rush. Wow, just Wow. I'm feeling overwhelmed with so many emotions I've never felt before."

I was quiet for a few moments as he reflected on his reactions to the events of the past two hours.

"Well I always enjoy having an off-road dirt biking buddy, especially if it ends up in a muddy wrestling match so maybe we can do this again."

Without hesitation he said, "I'd like that a lot."