This is a fantasy story I continue working on whenever I feel horny. I'm not much of a writer, so I apologize for the grammatical errors!

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I decide to go camping in the remote wilderness in late summer, when it is still very hot. I find a good camping spot with all my food and start relaxing, using a campfire at night. Water is scarce, so I do not bathe. By the fourth day, I am really starting to smell of body odor and my hair and skin are fairly greasy. I think about looking for a pond to take a bath in.

As I am walking around, I start to smell a skunky fetid rotting odor, and I arrive at a thick swamp. The air is heady with the warm smell of peat and mud, and the muck looks thick and black. I take a step into it and sink up to my shin. When I pull out my foot it is caked in black stringy, grassy muck. The smell rises up to me, almost overpowering my own unwashed stench. I decide to remove my t-shirt, shorts, shoes, and underwear and I step into the swamp with both feet. I stamp around in the mud for a bit, and then lean over and plunge my arms into the muck. The sight of my filth covered arms and the smell of the decaying mud suddenly makes me horny, and I fall forward into the black stink with a flop, rolling over in the mud to coat myself completely. I move in the mud, dragging my erect cock through the filth, and cum into the muck with a moan.

The mud feels good, and hangs thick on my body as I stand up, covered completely in the stringy black muck. The ooze feels good on my body and cock, so I wallow in the filth for the rest of the afternoon, becoming one with the swamp, occasionally lying back and stroking my cock until I cum on my chest.

Eventually, it starts to get dark, and I haul myself out of the filth, collapsing on the more solid dirt around the swamp. It's warm enough and remote enough I just leave my clothing and walk, naked and stinking, back to my camp. I start a fire and sit by it, enjoying the smell of the drying mud on me. My body odor is still fairly strong even with the mud, and I feel almost primal, enjoying the musk of my own body and the smell of the decay. I crawl into my sleeping bag, leaving mud everywhere.

The next morning, the mud has all dried but the stink still sticks to me. I see my firepit is filled with ashes from last night's fire, so I roll in them, covering myself in black dust. Suddenly, I feel very horny and I make my way towards the swamp from yesterday. I quickly roll in and wallow around, enjoying the feeling.

As it starts to get dark, I pull myself back out of the mud and stomp my way back to the campsite, like a filthy golem. I crouch next to the firepit and build a roaring fire, enjoying the feeling of the drying filth on my body and the warmth of the fire. After a while I start to get sleepy, so I climb back into my sleeping bag, which is filling up with dried dirt.

I emerge from the filthy sleeping bag reeking of body odor and forest decay. As I leave the tent I see the fire ashes from the night before, which I scoop up and spread all over my body and head. Sighing, I lay in the morning sun letting the stink rise off me as I sweat from the heat. I think of how sticky and wet the swamp is, and my cock starts getting hard as I make my way through the forest to the muck.

I decide to see how filthy I can get, and I heap the stringy muck all over my head, shoulders and arms, lurching around in the swamp like a mud creature. I hear something approaching and I silently crouch down behind a tree in the swamp, camouflaged by the black mud I am kneeling in.

I smell him before I see him: a very large naked beast over eight feet tall, covered in thick, matted hair, like an ape. I think he is a bigfoot. He smells like dirty dust, body odor, and urine, and looks like he has never bathed. He smiles and sits down next to the swamp and puts his large legs and feet into the muck with a happy sigh. He leans back and scoops up a handful of the stringy mud and slowly coats his chest with it. The smell and sight of him makes me very aroused and I get instantly hard, and start stroking my cock as I watch him.

A big dollop of black mud falls from my arm into the swamp with a plop, and the bigfoot looks up in surprise. "Who there?" he says, still rubbing his dirty chest, "come out, no be afraid."

I step out from behind my tree, still caked with black stringy swamp filth, thick on my shoulders and head. "Oh! Mudman! Have not seen your kind in very long time." He relaxes and smiles and rubs more mud on his chest. "You enjoying mud, little mudman?" He sees my erect cock and smiles wider, "You are! Nothing mudman love more than mud. Me enjoy mud too. Come sit?" I slog my way through the swamp. He is quite large, and when I approach him he motions to his side and I fall next to him. His furry side is thickly matted with filth and his stink is incredibly strong. Me being filthy and covered in muck does not bother him. I snuggle in closer, my filth rubbing off on him and my erect cock rubs against him. "Mmm mudman friendly" he says, watching me. The experience is too much for me and while I am wriggling around I cum, spraying him and myself with my white sticky goo. The bigfoot laughs and puts his big dirty furry hand on my crotch, rubbing it gently. "Mmm, you frisky" We lie together, and he strokes his own cock with the mud, which becomes erect. I stroke his cock with my filthy feet and the bigfoot grins again. "Mudman like cock? Go to bigfoot cave play in mud?" I grunt in agreement and he picks me up, holding me to his filthy chest. I burrow deeper into his fur, enjoying the strong musky stink of us both. As we are walking I get aroused again by it all, and rub my cock against his chest. "Mudman horny," he laughs, "no worry, be cave soon."

I cannot see but from the intense odor I realize we have arrived at his cave. I am dropped from his arms and land in a pile of brown mud that has been gathered by him sometime in the past. "Here mudman, back to mud." I roll over and over in this new sludge, becoming caked thick with it. I sit on the pile and stroke my erect cock.

He sits down on a filthy pile of leaves and dirt and watches me, his cock getting hard. The stink and filthiness of it all suddenly make me feral, and with a sneer and lust in my eyes I slide down the mudpile and crawl over to him, putting both my mud caked hands on his cock and stroking it. The bigfoot moans with pleasure and then gasps with surprise as I grunt again and start sucking his large cock. "Ooooo" he moans, resting his furry muddy hand on the top of my head as I keep sucking away. His moans become louder and more primal right before he cums. He cums a long time, filling my mouth and covering his chest and my face. I look up at him with a relaxed feral expression and snuggle next to him, suddenly tired. "Mudman make cum, good mudman." He smiles and also falls asleep.

When I wake up, it is morning and he has started making a fire. I crawl back over to the brown mudpile and cake myself with fresh mud, rubbing it all over with a contented sigh. The bigfoot looks over at me and smiles "nothing mudman like more than mud" and continues to build the fire. Soon it is roaring away and I crawl back over to the bigfoot and sit in the crook of his arm, watching the fire and enjoying the strong smell both of us create as the filth on us dries. I get bored and start playing with his cock with my muddy feet, rubbing until he starts to become erect and hard. "Mmm mudman make bigfoot horny," he says, "bigfoot want mudman to fuck!"

He stands up and turns around, kneeling down to expose his ass. I moan, give a quick grunt, and run back to the mudpile, gathering up a huge scoop of brown muck. I rub the mud all over the bigfoot's ass, the feel of it making me more and more aroused. I use the rest of the muck on myself, lubing up my already hard cock. The bigfoot starts moaning as well, and as I stand up and plunge my cock into his ass, we both cry out in pleasure. Grunting, I slowly thrust away, getting louder and louder until I cum, my cock filling him up with my spunk. I pull out of him and collapse against him, overcome with pleasure. The bigfoot then stands up and points his erect member at me "mudman suck cock!"

I eagerly take him in my mouth and suck away, excited to get more cum from the horny beast. After more moans he does cum, not as much as before, but just as hot and thick. It spills from my mouth all over my chin and face. We both lean back with happy sighs. I reach over and put a cum covered muddy hand on his chest and rub it. He smiles and puts a big furry hand over my cock. We are both covered in stink and filth and nestled together, playing with our cocks.

To be continued!