After what happened in the garden, I was worried about how things would be around the house. Obviously both Chris and I got caught up in a moment of lust that turned out to be undeniably the best orgasms either of us had ever had. Thankfully though in the time since things had only gotten better. Given our new knowledge of each other we frequently found ourselves back out in the garden muck and on just about every piece of furniture in the house at some point or another when the weather wasn't on our side.There was even a time where neither of us had any other plans so we spent two full days naked. That was particularly fun as it meant either one of us could simply drop down and give the other's cock a quick lick or kiss or suck whenever we felt like it, or frankly do just about anything else we wanted. To me, this of course meant sneaking up on Chris and giving him a surprise rimming. No matter how many times I did it, he practically jumped out of his skin when he first felt my tongue on him.

It was about a month or so after our 48 hour fuckfest that I decided I'd surprise Chris with a little present. I'd never mentioned it to him, but the day I found out about his mud fetish I saw messages that involved another kink of his. For some reason my gut had up until then said that I should wait for Chris to bring up this other one - that maybe he wasn't mentioning it because he didn't want to try it with me. Something changed my mind though, and I had ordered the item that now sat in a box in my hands.

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves before opening the door to Chris' room. "Special delivery," I said teasingly, putting up a confident, teasing facade. I saw him lounging on his bed, apathetically looking at something on his phone. Like me, he was wearing just his boxers.

"Huh? Oh- what is it?" Chris responded. His voice and entire demeanor seemed to brighten just a tad as he speaks.

"Open it," I said with a mischievous grin on my face as I joined him on his bed and handed him the box. I felt marginally more confident, but I was still worried how he'd react.

"Okay - I-" his voice caught in his throat when he saw what was inside. "H- how did you know about this?" he asked nervously when he was finally able to make the words.

"I kinda noticed it when I found out about the other thing," I replied awkwardly, not knowing where his reaction was going to go. "I was gonna wait until you told me but I kinda just decided to tell you I'm open to it if you want to."

"Oh... I guess in that case I'd better get this on then," he said with a smirk before lifting out the brand new leather pup hood. He quickly slipped it on before pouncing on me, getting into his headspace fairly quickly. I pulled him down and kissed him through the hood as he began humping at me.

"Down boy," I chuckle when our lips part. "Wanna play outside?" Chris gave an eager nod of approval and gave a small woof in response. I quickly led him to the garden door, pausing to toss aside my boxers so I'd be fully nude and able to feel the mud's soft caress on every inch of my body before going out into the garden.

As was now the norm, our "garden" was less a tended piece of earth in which plants of various types are grown, and more of a large expanse of sloppy wet earth that served as our playpen. On that particular day, the muck glistened tantalizingly in the mid-morning air as the sun slowly warmed the surface. Just the thought of getting back into it had my cock sporting an impressive semi, and one glance towards Chris' boxers showed he was having a very similar reaction. Even so, from his position on all fours he looked up at me expectantly, waiting for my command.

"Go on, be a dirty dog. Get filthy for me boy," I said with a naughty smile. Not needing to be told twice, Chris quickly bounded out into the muck and immediately began wallowing around in the deepest, sloppiest spot he could find. While he tried to keep in full puppy headspace, I could hear him letting out very human moans of pleasure as he rolled around and coated himself in the muck. Of course, I wasn't going to let him have all the fun so I began to wade out into the mud behind him. The moment my first step landed I felt my foot squelch down into the mud up to my ankle. I couldn't hold back a quiet moan any better than Chris as I felt the soft, oozing warmth caressing me, if only just up to my ankle. With each step the sensation grew even better until I was about shin deep in the same spot as Chris.

"My you are a d-" Before I could finish my tease Chris had turned around and leapt up towards me. Being caught off guard, I was knocked down onto my ass. I landed in the soft warm mud with a splat and felt the muck squelching into every nook and cranny of my body it could - not that I objected to that at all. A moment later Chris was on top of me - once again humping and kissing me - again, not that I objected to that at all. I let him continue for a bit, enjoying a bit of muddy frotting, until I used the grip I had taken on his ass to slow his motion so I could begin stuffing his boxers full of muck. As I did I felt him moaning heatedly into our kiss and buck his hips against me, despite my grip on them steadying him.

My own arousal growing more and more uncontrollable, I rolled us over so I could give him a similar treatment. That only lasted a few quick thrusts, though, as he quickly rolled us again and before we knew it we were rolling over and over each other, thoroughly coating ourselves with slop. The only thing left free from muck was my face as our lip lock and his hood had managed to keep it fairly clean, save a small smudge here or there from where mud on his hood had smeared off. Apparently noticing this, Chris cocked his head at me for a minute before lifting himself off me and sliding off his mud caked boxers before looking back to me.

"Go on my naughty boy," I smirked, knowing full well what he was thinking. A moment later I was being smothered by Chris' perfect mud covered ass. He pressed against me until my head was slightly sunken into the mud and supported by the muck, then began shifting his hips around, making sure my face was fully covered by the muck smearing off his ass. Once his motions slowed I poked out my tongue and began to give him a thoroughly muddy tongue fucking. It didn't take much of this to get us both teetering on the edge of what we knew would be mind blowing orgasms and as I felt myself getting perilously close I lifted his hips up off my face.

"Ride me boy," I commanded breathlessly as I slopped fresh mud onto my cock. Without hesitation Chris turned himself around and in one smooth motion steadied my cock and sat himself down onto it. Previously this would have taken much longer but now we were so used to each other that Chris could take my notable length and girth with ease. The mud acted as a sloppy natural lube as he began to bob up and down, forcing me into his spot each time. Each thrust brought us closer to climax and I lifted my head to see if I just might be flexible enough to give him a little extra help. My tongue could just barely reach the tip of his muddied cock so I began to tease it as well as I could.

It only took a moment of this to bring him to a howling climax that covered my tongue and face with pulse after pulse of his warm cum. The sensation of his cum splattering onto me was more than enough to push me over the edge and before I knew it I was crying out as waves of pleasure shot through my body and I pumped Chris full of my cum.

As we coasted down into afterglow, Chris climbed off me and curled up into my arms. We shared a soft kiss as he tasted himself on my tongue before settling down with his hooded head on my chest. As we relaxed into a muddy cuddle session (and almost certainly another muddy romp after) I leaned in to whisper into his ear. "Good boy."