Not my usual thing, but someone encouraged me to branch out and try something different. Hope you guys enjoy it.

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Chris cursed his luck as he riffled through the trunk of his Mercedes. It had rained pretty heavily the day before and he had a site inspection for a new skyscraper. He usually kept a pair or two of work boots in a box in the trunk for such an occasion, but as he dug through the boxes of blueprints and other assorted crap he remembered that he'd taken them out the previous weekend when he and a couple friends had gone to Vegas for a bachelor party. He looked down past his freshly tailored Ralph Lauren suit to his shoes. They were Italian leather of course, but they were an older pair that he wasn't terribly attached to. Besides,with all the heavy machinery running around the site the dirt would be packed down tight enough that any mud wouldn't be more than sole deep.

He pressed the close & lock button on the trunk and walked towards the site. He was greeted at the entrance by the security guard who tossed him a hard hat and waived him in. The building was well underway now and Chris couldn't help but smirk to himself. He was the youngest architect to have made partner at his firm at just 28 and was the youngest architect to have a skyscraper in the city.

"Chris! Over here!" Chris turned to see the foreman waving him over from across the site. He walked over towards the foreman, opting to go around the framework of the building rather than cutting through the small section between him and the foreman. Accidents were rare but did happen and he figured the extra 30 seconds it would take to walk around wouldn't be worth saving if a rivet fell on him from 30 stories up. As he made his way around the framework he felt his shoes begin sinking into the wet earth below his feet.

"Dammit!" he swore under his breath as he looked down and saw his shoes were fairly well caked with wet mud. He took a moment to compose himself before continuing. "How are things going Joe?" he asked, extending his hand when he reached the foreman.

"Pretty well. We're a bit behind schedule what with the rain yesterday but nothing we can't catch up on by the end of the week."

"Perfect. Show me where we're at with the new additions?"

"Sure, right over here. I'd say mind your shoes but looks like you're kinda past that point," Joe chuckled glancing down at Chris's once nice leather shoes. The rest of the visit went smoothly as Joe talked Chris through all the progress on the project. "Now watch your step here," Joe said as they walked beside what the rain had turned into a large mud hole. It was the supposed to be the basis for the parking lot's runoff drainage system, but currently it was just an expanse of mud.

Unfortunately for Chris, he was too busy admiring the framework of the building he had designed to hear Joe's warning. As we walked his foot missed the edge causing him to slide down the two foot incline into the mud. "Fuck!" he cried out as he fought, successfully, to keep his balance. The end result of his effort was that he was now standing in mud halfway up his shins.

"I told you to watch your step pretty boy," Joe laughed as he looked down at Chris.

"Just give me a hand out of here will you?" Chris replied angrily as he reached out his hand. His pants were ruined, but at least the jacket, shirt and tie were still clean and could be used with different pants. However, Chris tried to move to quickly as he stepped up the incline. His foot slipped again on the wet earth and he missed Joe's hand as he attempted to regain his balance. Before he could save himself he felt himself falling backward and splatting into the mud. There was nothing for it now. Suit, tie, shirt, pants, and shoes were all ruined.

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Over the following days Chris couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. He was pissed about his clothes obviously but there was something else. If he didn't know better he would have said it was almost like he wanted it to happen again. He told himself that was ridiculous but his mind just kept wandering back to it no matter what he did.

Before he knew what he was doing one Saturday afternoon he'd dug a hole in his back yard, six foot by six foot and about two feet deep. He partially filled it with water and shoved all the dirt back in. He ran inside and found his oldest suit and threw it on. It had been buried in his closet for years and didn't fit quite right and the shirt he'd chosen had permanent discoloring from one too many pit stains. He didn't bother with shoes or socks as he bolted out the back door.

Without a moment's hesitation he stepped into his newly made mud pit and let out a pleasured sigh as he felt the mud squelching around his toes and up his legs. He stomped around a bit, letting the mud splatter where it would until he couldn't resist any longer and flopped down into the mud. It felt bizarre but freeing to be rolling around like a pig in the mud. Before long his entire suit was one uniform shade of brown. He felt a naughty urge as he looked down at himself, caked in mud. He considered for a moment then rolled onto his stomach and mashed his face down into the muck.

The mud was cool and soft against his skin and as he ground his face into it he felt himself getting hard. At this point he was fully committed to whatever this was and he wanted to feel that sensation of the mud all over his body. He stood and stripped, tossing his ruined clothes to the side and revealing his well-toned body. He flopped back down into the mud and began rolling over, letting every inch of his body feel the muck's gentle, filthy embrace. His cock was fully erect now and he couldn't keep from stroking himself. The mud acted as a natural lube and soon Chris was moaning salaciously as he squirmed about in the muck. There was only one thing that could make it better now.

Chris rolled onto his stomach and began humping the mud, savoring the softness of it and its natural suction against his organ. His cock began to throb as he felt his arousal growing to its tipping point. He pressed his head into the mud one last time, sending him over the edge. He groaned into the muck as he came, his whole body shaking from the power of his orgasm and his cock firing what seemed like a gallon of his cum into the mud.

He remained in his mud pit a while, letting his dirty lover embrace him as he coasted down from his orgasm. As he laid there in the muck he began wondering if the local thrift store might have some suits for sale...