What had started as a quiet, secluded pond with thick clay sediment and a warm watery surface was now a pit of smooth grey slurry. Our grappling, rolling, slithering and sliding bodies had churned it into a muddy battlefield and rendered ourselves almost unrecognisable under the thick coating of great slop.

Once again, Billy wrestled for dominance, but failed to get purchase on my slippery torso. He grabbed at my rugby shorts, pulled and twisted until finally, I found myself on my back at his mercy. Slap! A handful of mud on my belly, another, then another. Billy rubbed it in with relish as I squirmed.

Eventually, I wriggled free and caught him in a clumsy hold. With my free hand I scooped a handful of mud and plastered it in his face, then another. In his face, round his head. Billy grunted in mock anger as another handful was plastered across his handsome face. This time he moaned. I got the impression he was enjoying it intensely.

It was years since we'd last met in the mud pit, but we made up for lost time with our frenzied rolling and play fighting. Two guys, older than last time, heavier than last time, but knowing each others boundaries each others likes, each others bodies.

Billy's muddy fist was down the front of my rugby shorts, rubbing the liquid mud into my heavy, aroused cock. I squirmed to free myself. Now his hand, with a fresh scoop of mud, slipped again under the tight waistband, this time to to rub mud into my buttocks. The sensation was so exquisite that foolishly, I briefly relaxed my hold on my scrappy opponent. Before I knew it, Billy had hoisted my legs up and he was pulling at my rugger shorts. I twisted and rocked, but his grip remained firm. He couldn't pull the shorts off as much as he tried, but he could pull them down to land more mud on my tummy, rubbing it in with relish. I bucked and rolled backward from his muddy clutches, only to launch myself at him once more.

Again, legs intertwined, arms locked, we rolled, we slid, we struggled. I could feel his hard held firm in his shorts as I slapped mud onto them.

Billy wriggled out of my clutches, rolled on to his back and let his shoulders sink into the mud. Slowly, deliberately, he united the drawstring to his shorts. He pulled at the sodden, slimy material. "Like skinning a rabbit", he quipped.

I struggled with the knot on my shorts and speedos, eventually pulling both down at the same time. The wet muddy slurry encased my buttocks, It was a fabulous sensation and my cock felt even heavier at the prospect of wallowing completely naked with Billy in the mud.

Billy wasted little time in taking full advantage of my nudity. Before I knew, his strong muddy hands had grasped my buttocks and his deft fingering had almost brought me to a swift hot climax. Once again, I wriggled out of his grasp and planted thick handfuls of clay on his bobbing cock.

Naked, our wresting continued afresh. The sensation of wet mud, yielding, slippy, yet heavy dripping from your engorged cock was amazing. I slithered onto Billy's back, my cock found its way into the slippy crack between his buttocks. back and forth, back and forth, the sensation was amazing. Billy moaned as his cock pumped the yielding clay. Faster, faster, we knew we could no longer hold it as we blew our load, hot and messily into the creamy mud.