"I'm wearing a pair of tight black boxer briefs, black cotton dress socks pulled up to just below my knees, a pair of dark blue jeans, grey t-shirt and a red zip-up hoodie. The anticipation is killing me as I collect my supplies. Two cartons of custard, 2 cans of whipped cream, 4 pints of cold milk, 2 pints of cold chocolate milk, a carton of fresh cream, a tub of vanilla ice cream,1 bottle of strawberry sauce, 1 bottle of chocolate sauce and half a dozen empty pie tins. I set them up on a table next to the bathtub, making sure everything was open and ready for use before climbing in. I was ready to get trashed.

I started with the milk, taking a quick swig to make sure it's still cold, then drinking more, filling my mouth. When I can't take any more I open my mouth, letting the cold milk dribble down my chin and over my shirt. Feeling the cold milk soak through my shirt into my chest, I can't help but smile. I take the carton, stick out my tongue and start pouring into my open mouth, the milk flows out of my mouth, down my shirt and this time even makes it to my jeans, causing wet patches on the front of my crotch. I rub the milk into my shirt, feeling my cock twitch in my pants as I do so. This is a good start, but I need a lot more.

I decided to move to my feet, taking the milk and pouring it over my socks. It's still cold, and I can immediately feel my socks getting heavier. A small puddle forms in the bottom of the bath, soaking my soles. I use my hands to massage my feet while wiggling my toes in the milk. After a few minutes I decide to move on to the chocolate milk, again taking a quick sip first to make sure it's still cold, then sticking out my tongue and pouring it into my mouth. The chocolate milk also flows out of my mouth, down my chin and covers my shirt. After letting it pour until my shirt was suitably covered I decide to fill my mouth with it, until I couldn't hold anymore, then spit it out over my crotch. My hands move over my shirt again, rubbing the cold mess into my body, finding my nipples hardening beneath my shirt and squeezing them, pinching them, rubbing them. I roll up the legs of my jeans, making sure the full length of my socks is on display, before taking the chocolate milk and pouring it over them. I pull the top of my socks away from my leg and pour some chocolate milk inside of them, then rub the mess in from my shins all the way down to my toes.

I'm already enjoying myself but think it's time to step up the mess. I grab an empty pie tin and a can of whipped cream and fill the tin, emptying half the can to make a thick cream pie. I hold the pie in my palms, bring it up to my face and wait. I know I'm going to get it, but making myself wait, the anticipation of getting my face covered in cream, it's too fun to resist. Finally I can't wait any longer. I take a breath and push the pie into my face, the cream completely smothering me. I hold it there for a few seconds before pushing it up my face and through my hair, spreading the cream over my face. The cream that isn't covering my face drips out of the tin into my hair, I decide to rub it in, running my fingers through my hair before wiping my eyes and cleaning the excess cream from my hands onto my shirt.

I love the way it feels, massaging the mess into my hair, like a messy shampooing, so I decide to add more. I take a carton of custard and fill the my hood with it, not an easy task when I can't see what I'm doing, more than a little custard ended up down the back of my shirt instead. When I'm satisfied that the hood is full I pull it up, fast. A lot of the mess flies down the bath, splating my legs and feet. But most of it stays in the hood, now dripping down my head and face, down the front and inside of my shirt. I rub it in through the hood, the mess leaking through the fabric and into my fingers. Seeing the mess starting to cover my jeans, I know it's time to trash them completely.

I change position, moving to my knees. Taking the carton of custard I start filling the pockets of my jeans. The two on the front, filling them until the mess flows out, feeling it leak through inside my jeans and into my boxers. Then I move to the back pocket, letting the custard flow out and over my ass, down onto my legs below. I put the carton down and decide that I need to be punished for making such a mess of myself. So I spank my ass hard, the custard flies out, spraying up the back of by shirt. Then I spank myself again, and again. I don't really feel it through my jeans, but the custard that did fill my back pocket was now all over my ass.

It's time to remove some clothes, I want to feel more exposed. I unzip my jeans, pulling them down my leg. The custard covers my thighs, my black boxers now yellow in places where it leaked through the pockets. I take them off and dump them in the bottom of the bath. Then I remove my hoodie, scooping out the excess custard from the hood and dropping it over my boxers, onto my cock, visibly hard below the fabric, before throwing the hoodie to the bottom of the bath with my jeans.

I sit in the bath, moving back to the chocolate milk. I raise it above my head, slowly tipping the carton, waiting for it to pour out. Finally after what seems like an eternity it starts to trickle down into my hair. I adjust the angle, letting it flow faster over my head, before looking up to cover my face. The chocolate washing away any traces of cream, running down over my shirt and onto my boxers. I get to work rubbing it in, into my shirt and into my boxers. Running my hands over my cock and my balls through the wet fabric of my briefs, enjoying how good it feels.

I grab another pie tin and this time decide to empty the last of the custard into it, then I top it off with some more whipped cream. A nice custard cream pie for me. But this one isn't going into my face. I position the pie over my crotch, my cock twitching in anticipation. Then I quickly turn it over and smash it into the front of my crotch. The cold custard soaks through the thin fabric of my briefs. I rub the cream over my body, along my thighs, onto my stomach. I can't help but stroke my cock through the mess, the remains of the pie acting as lube. Getting more and more aroused I unbutton the front of my briefs, and expose my cock and balls.

I life the front of my shirt up, putting it behind my neck exposing my chest and prepare another pie, once again filled with custard from my final carton. This one goes straight into my mostly clean chest, splatting up to my neck and down to my stomach. I again rub in the mess, paying close attention to my exposed nipples, pinching and twisting them. As I look down I notice the precum leaking from the tip of my cock. I rub it over a finger, mixing it with the mess before licking it clean.

I see I have two pie tins left, and know I want one of them to pie my ass. I kneel again, pulling my briefs down to my thighs, exposing my ass. I fill the tin again with custard and cream, then take it in my hands and bend over. I smack the pie into my ass, moaning softly as it connects. I drop the tin and begin to rub it in, smacking my cheeks, spreading them, and softly massaging the outside of my hole. I kneel up, and pull my briefs back over my ass, then give myself a wedgie. Pulling them up high, feeling the cold mess between my cheeks.

I look over the table, to see what mess I have left. Half a carton of custard, an opened can of whipped cream, a full tub of vanilla ice cream, bottles of chocolate and strawberry sauce, about a pint of milk and half a pint of chocolate milk. I already know exactly what I want to do next.

I remove my wet socks, deciding it's time to fill them with mess. With one hand I hold my sock open, with the other I pour custard into it. Once I'm sure it's nice and full I put it back on. My toes sliding through the mess, the custard leaking through the fabric and onto the bottom of the tub. I lean back, pulling my sock up my leg as far as it would go, the custard continuing to leak out. Then I move to the other sock, repeating the same process, this time emptying the last of the custard into it. Once both socks were on my feet I started rubbing them together. Moving them up the opposite leg, rubbing the custard over my lower body. Using my hands to massage it in.

I sit up, grabbing the can of whipped cream, pulling open the front of my briefs I empty the can into them, they're soon full and the can is soon empty. I let go of the waistband and they snap back against me. I use my hands to rub the mess in, groping my balls through the mess and the fabric, stroking my cock, getting closer and closer to cumming. I grab the chocolate and strawberry sauce, a bottle in each hand and start to empty them over myself. Starting with the top of my head, feeling them both flood through my hair and start to run down my face. Then moving on to my chest, watching the streams trickle closer and closer to my cock. Then I change tactics, moving to my feet, covering my socks in the sauces, moving up my legs to my thighs, then over my briefs. I decide it's time to get my cock out again and coat that too. When the bottles are finally empty, my hole body covered in the sauces I start to rub them in. Running my hands through my hair, over my face. Massaging the mess into my chest, my legs, my feet. Stroking my cock, with one hand while continuing to rub myself with the other. I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer, so it was time to take it up a notch.

I finally remove my shirt, It hasn't seen much mess lately anyway. I place the carton of ice cream on the bottom of the bath then push my feet into the mess, it's freezing cold and even through my socks my feet begin to numb. I can't help but gasp as I wiggle my toes. I remove my socks, my bare feet coated with custard. I rub it in, making sure to run my fingers between my toes. I scoop a handful of ice cream from the tub, and put it in my sock. The sock is coated with custard and partly melted ice cream, and now has a large scoop of cream inside too.

I bring the messy sock to my lips, wrapping them around it and sucking on the mess. It feels so good to humiliate myself like this. I take the other sock and tie it around my balls, allowing me to pull on it to tighten the grip on them. I grab the carton of chocolate milk, and with one end of the sock in my mouth I fill the sock from the other end. The mess fills the sock, leaking out over my face but also flowing through the bottom, into my waiting mouth. I start moving the sock in and out of my mouth, slowly fucking my face with it, all the while continuing to suck the mix of chocolate, custard and ice cream through the fabric. I leave the sock in my mouth as a gag, and move onto my grand finale.

Scooping handfuls of partially melted ice cream I begin to coat my body in it. It's still freezing cold and I'm soon shaking, from both the cold, but also excitement. I rub the ice cream into my hair, over my face, all over my chest and my legs. Then I place two large handfuls into the front and back of my briefs. The cold against my balls and asshole caused me to gasp but I don't care, I pull my briefs up high over my stomach, the mess leaking out the bottom but also pressing tight against my most sensitive areas. Deciding I can't wait any longer I pull the briefs down and dump them at the bottom of the tub.

My hands run over my body, paying closer attention to my ass and cock. I slide a finger into my hole, using the mess as lube as I slowly finger myself. My other hand grabs my dirty sock and I shove it in my mouth as a messy gag before moving to my cock to masturbate. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, but I'm not ready to finish yet. I stop playing with my ass and grab the last of my mess, the still cold 2 pints of milk. I like down flat in the tub, stroking my cock faster and faster, and begin pouring the freezing cold milk over me. Starting with my face, it soaks my sock gag, making it heavier in my mouth. Then move down to my chest, all the while feeling getting closer and closer to release. Finally I position the carton over my cock, and while sucking the wet and messy sock and stroking my cock faster and faster I begin to pour the freezing cold milk all over my cock and balls. Finally it's too much and I begin shooting my load, it spurts all over my chest, some even flying onto my chin. I keep pouring until the milk is gone, then continue stroking until every last drop of cum is drained from my balls."


Hope you enjoyed my latest adventure. I'm not much of a writer, and I realise that some of what I get up to isn't for everybody. But I figured this was a good way so share my WAM experiences without having to deal with the stress of actually taking pictures or filming video.