"Let's do it" Tom said. "It'll be a great laugh".
I looked at him. I hadn't really known Tom that long, we had met a few weeks ago after having chatted online for a while. He was a great guy, really fun and I was always at ease with him. I just had to look at him and I would have the biggest smile on my face. It had been a long time since I had met anyone that could made me feel this good about myself, so comfortable in my own skin whilst being with someone else. However, I was a little taken back when on our second or third meet up he suggested we go to a fair. Big public things have never really been something I'd enjoyed, that and rollercoasters, and Tom knew it. But Tom's friend had put on this event, trying to raise some money for a local charity. Even though it wasn't really my thing I kinda felt I should go, to support Tom.

We arrived not long after the day had started, people were milling around various stalls and there was a gentle buzz of excitement in the air. The largest crowd was gathering around a big yellow tank. Sat above the tank was a young guy, about 25. Tanned, bleach blonde hair, he had the physique of one of those models featured on the cover of sports magazines. Or at least one of those guys who swam everyday. A ball was thrown at a red target, just below and to the right of the tank, but it missed by just a few inches. The guy laughed, some girls in the crowd giggled. Noticing them he decided to take his vest off, throwing it to the crowd, leaving just a small pair of red shorts on. His abs appeared to ripple in the sunlight. Tom saw that I was staring at him, took my head and started making out with me. His mouth locked on mine, his tongue finding its way in. I gazed at Tom, pulled him closer and allowed my hands to wander down his back, feeling the perfect shape of his ass on the way.

After a while we let go, just in time to see a ball make contact with the target. The crowd cheered and the young guy let out a quick shriek of surprise as he fell into the yellow tank. A green viscous liquid moved skywards, engulfing him and his toned physique. He was completely out of sight for a moment, then a green bulk rose from the tank, his head shaking itself clear as if in one of those shampoo commercials. The guy looked more like the hulk than the attractive swimmer of a few moments ago. He wiped some of the green gunk off his face, revealing the whites of his eyes. With a little bit of assistance, he was helped out of the pool, though his shorts were sagging a little lower than before he fell in. Even covered in that slime his ass looked great, and you could see it dripping down into his crack. He turned around, just before he pulled his shorts up. A quick glimpse showed that he was certainly packing.

Tom looked at me again, pulled me in closer still. "Did you like that Si?"
"Er, I'm not sure. I mean it's great to look at but why would anyone want to do that?"
"Maybe it's fun?" Tom suggested, a glint in his eye.
"Maybe. I thought it would be full of water though"
"So did I" The glint in his eyes was joined by a cheeky smile. Sensing that I was a little uneased by the whole thing, Tom gave me a reassuring hug. His embrace was warm and calming. As Tom hugged me I could feel his cock against me, beginning to get hard. I was secretly hoping he couldn't feel mine. Seeing that swimmer covered in all that gunge, followed by this hug, was doing things to me I would never have expected.

We stood there for a little while, watching another person sit above the tank, seeing if they could avoid the seemingly inevitable dunk. This time is it was a young brunette. Shorts and white t-shirt, she lasted a good few throws before plunging into the gungey depths of the tank to another loud cheer from the crowd. Tom quietly put his hand in mine, a little reassuring touch to say its ok, and led me away from the tank to some of the other parts of the fair. There were the usual games and he won a cuddly toy from the hook a duck game. We ate some hot dogs and candy floss, and just spent the afternoon taking in each others company and the world around us.

For a long time we just lay on some grass, looking at the clouds. It was bliss. "Si?" Tom asked after a while, a hint of hesitancy in his voice. "Can I put this on you?"
Tom produced a blindfold. I wasn't 100% sure. My throat had gone a little dry and I didn't trust myself to speak. There was a hint of excitement, of not knowing what Tom wanted to show me, but also concern at not being in control. After a few moments thought I nodded yes. With my hand on his shoulder Tom guided me for a few minutes, removing my blindfold I could see we were back at the dunk tank once more. His excitement was clear to see.
"Erm.. why are we back here Tom?"
"So we can have a go at it if you want Si."
"Er.. ok. I don't think I could. I mean this is all I have to wear. And it, it"
"Yeah"
"It looks icky and ucky"
"That's the whole point of it!"

I looked at Tom puzzled. It was an intriguing idea, but I couldn't see why anyone would want to do that. To sit above a tank, drop and be covered in all that slop. It just seemed wrong, and a little childish.

"Think of it like this Si," Tom said "When you were a kid you probably jumped in all sorts of puddles, the bigger and muddier the better."
I nodded. It was true, I had often done that as a kid, didn't everyone. Same with rugby matches. It wasn't a good match if we didn't come off the pitch, our white shorts and top absolutely caked in mud. Though it usually ended with my Mum yelling at me when she saw the kit when I got home.
"Well this is a chance to be a kid again. To allow yourself to enjoy yourself and have fun without caring what other people say. To be true to yourself, and embrace all the awesome stuff in the world."

What he said made sense, but I still didn't feel sure. I could hear my Mum yelling as I even began contemplating it. Small steps I thought.

"Maybe I could just throw the balls.."
"Great idea Si. Love it"

I let out a breath of relief. I hadn't realised just how much tension I was holding. I looked at Tom in his beige shorts and blue tee that fitted his body perfectly. He looked incredible in that moment. Tom took his shoes off, passed them to me, and made his way round the back of the tank. I could hear him have a quick chat just out of earshot with the operator, and then he ascended the stairs to the top of the tank. He sat on the edge of the plank, feet dangling just above the green gunk. For some reason I had half expected him to have changed into something different, something provided by the operator. I knew those shorts may never be beige again if he fell in.

"Hey Tom, how you doing?" I called out.
"Erm it's a little higher than I expected"
"You can always change your mind if you want to"
"No it's ok. Matt, my friend and the operator, has said he wants to try something new"
"Er.. ok"

Some tubes appeared over Tom's head. I could see they were connected to some other gunge tanks. A smile started to cross my head as I put the various pieces together.
"He said that if you hit the middle I'll fall in as normal. Hit the edges and the tubes" Tom took a deep breath as he looked up "will unload their gunk my way. But you only get 5 throws."

I took it all in. I was a shocking thrower. There was a reason I had never made the cricket team. But at least I had a couple of chances. Whilst part of me wanted to keep my friend dry, part of me wanted to see him covered in that muck. To see just what he looked like. The first ball was passed to me. I lined up my sight, ready to throw it at the target. I took a deep breath and threw with all my might. I just missed. Tom let out a breath of relief. He wanted this, to be above this tank, but he was a little unsure and understandably nervous.

"Not bad" a voice said behind me. Matt I guessed. "Just aim a little lower, just below the target."
I did. I missed the centre again, but caught the edge this time. A klaxon sounded and Tom was covered in a deluge of yellow gunk. I tried to hide my grin as I looked in his direction. Tom wiped the gunk from his eyes, gave me the thumbs up. He was giving me one of the biggest grins I'd ever seen him give. The 3rd ball was passed to me. Closer to the target this time, but once again caught the edge. This time Tom was covered in a deluge of white gunge.
"How is it?" I called out.
"Surprisingly warm!"

I could hear Matt snigger. I was guessing that the tank itself might not be. I had 2 throws left. I took aim, let Matt guide where I should pitch, and threw. Slam, right into the centre of the target. Instantly the plank where Tom was sat gave way and he plummeted into the green gunge below. For a moment he was completely under the gunk, I couldn't see him at all. I ran towards the tank to check he was ok. After what seemed like ages, but was probably just a few seconds, he came up for air, completely covered in green. He wiped it out of his hair and face with one movement.

"Wheww.. Christ that's cold."
I snorted with a laugh. Tom looked at me, his grin got bigger, and he swam around for a little while, sticking his head under a few times. A mischievous thought entered my mind.
"Tom, I still have one throw left,"
"Oh yeah," he replied. I looked at the plank then at him, then at the plank again. He came to the side and gave me a kiss. "If you want me to"
"I do"
"Ok"

Tom climbed out of the tank, his shorts sagging due to the gunge, revealing his boxers, clinging to his ass. A moment later he appeared at the other end of the plank which Matt must have reset when we weren't watching.

"Here catch" Tom said. He took off his tee and threw it at me. My white tee now had a large green splat on it. I looked down at my khaki shorts, there was a small damp patch there as well. This was from a source other than gunge. I wanted to hide my embarrassment, but all I had was Tom's gungey top. Hopefully no one would notice, it seemed that the fair had closed for the day and we were the only ones still there. Matt gave me a bucket to put Tom's top in. I looked towards Tom, the gunge coating his torso, looking fab as he sat there, his hair slicked back. His shorts were sticking to his thighs, a bulge very clearly present. I felt so lucky and special that this guy was in my life. I threw for the target one last time, and by sheer luck it hit the edge and target together. A showering of blue gunge coated Tom as he fell once more into the murky green depths below. Like before he was under the surface for a few moments before coming up for air.

"That. Was. Brilliant!"

Tom's joy was infectious. Sod it I thought. I took my top off, slipped my shoes off, and ran towards the tank, somehow jumping head first into the tank. The cold hit me straight away, it certainly was not warm. I tried to get back to the surface, not sure which way was up. Tom's strong arms found me and pulled me to the surface, holding me close. Wiping my eyes clear, I looked at him, into his eyes. He moved toward my mouth, and in the middle of this tank full of gunge we made out. As we did so Matt unleashed more of the gunk out of those tubes, the gunge cascading over our heads. At that time, I didn't care what we looked like. After a few moments I undid the buttons of Tom's shorts and with a little bit of skill was able to take them and throw them out of the tank. Tom did the same to mine, removing my diesel boxers at the same time. Tom's boxers met a similar fate. We clung there, in each others embrace, and then slowly, still snogging, slid under the surface once more


"That was great fun Tom"
"So glad you enjoyed it Si, from the plank next time?"
"Definitely. Though maybe it would be nice if it was a bit warmer though!"
"Agreed"
"So kind of Matt to lend us some clothes to go home in"

I looked down at the red shorts I was now wearing, the same ones the swimmer had on earlier. I could see a few flecks of gunge which had dried on. Tom slipped his hand down the back, Matt didn't have any spare boxers it seemed. Not that I minded, I was enjoying the warmth of Tom's hand.
"You looked great in there Si. The way that your chest hair all matted together, the way your muscles looked in that slime."
I blushed. Tom knew I was rubbish at taking compliments, especially about my appearance. His hands came out of the shorts and started working towards my chest and Tom began placing them on my pecs. Matt's last tee was a little too small for me, so I had let Tom wear it with a cute pair of yellow shorts. I kissed him on the cheek.
"Shall we come back tomorrow?" I asked
"Definitely!"