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Posted by Ian on December 08, 2020 at 15:32:21

I have been reading a few posts on here for some years but never actually written anything myself but have now been inspired to do so by a recent experience. This first post is the background to the more recent events.

I am the second of four brothers and am now 21 (my older brother Sam is 23 and my two younger brothers, twins Charlie and Eddie, are 19) and we grew up living in the country in a house that had once been part of an estate belonging to a stately home, long since demolished back in the 1940s. The house backs onto a large ornamental lake and over the years other houses were built around the lake as the original family gradually sold off more plots. By the time I was born there were six houses dotted around the lake and room still for another four or five. My parents had a very relaxed attitude to bringing us up and we were pretty much left to our own devices to do as we pleased at weekends, after school and during the holidays. Dad always said “Do what you want, experience life; what doesn’t kill you is a good learning experience.” so we were what would now would probably be called “feral” or “out of control”. Not that we were ever destructive or dared to damage other people’s property but we certainly were not reprimanded if we got home having been swimming in the lake in our clothes or got filthy dirty playing in the mud and so on. We’d get home in a mess and be told to put our clothes in the washing machine and go and get a shower. Mum was what you’d call a “hands-off” parent and dad just laughed about the state we’d get in. He was as bad as us and sometimes he’d join us in our adventures in the woods or taking a surprise swim in the lake in our clothes, usually prompted by one of us younger boys being thrown in by an elder for some perceived misdemeanour or just for the hell of it. None of the houses owned the land right to the water’s edge, there was a five or six metre perimeter around the lake, plus the lake itself, that was “common land” and all jointly owned by every property. This meant that everyone got together, especially the kids, for fun and games around the lake and on the water.

When I turned 15, back in 2014, it was a particularly good summer of fun, the weather was good nearly all the time and mum and dad were both at work every weekday and often at weekends (they were both solicitors and ran their own practice so were keen to take on any work that came along and not turn anything down) so we were left very much to our own devices. We’d get dressed in the mornings in just jeans, tees and trainers – no underwear or socks - as we knew that we’d almost certainly get wet or muddy and us younger ones only had rather tatty hand-me-downs as everyday clothes, which we didn’t mind as we felt free to do whatever we wanted without worry about being told off for getting them ripped or torn. My birthday is almost exactly six months after Christmas on 26th June, so on my birthday, which was a Thursday that year, 2015, after opening my presents from everyone at breakfast, we all went to school and mum and dad went off to work. On the Saturday after breakfast I was grabbed by my three brothers and carried outside to the lake where I was dropped in, getting fully soaked, our first day without school when they could give me a birthday treat. After that they decided it would be a good idea to take me to the muddy wooded area a bit further along the shore and bury me in the soft mud, they held me down and scooped up loads of mud and dropped it on top of me until I was covered from my toes to my chin. They then proceeded to rub it all in over my whole body and pile more and more sloppy wet mud on top of me. The feeling of laying there in all the sloppy mud as it soaked my jeans and tee was amazing. The previous summer I had become aware of just how arousing, rather than simply being fun, it was to get wet or muddy in my clothes, so as I lay there the inevitable happened under the mud. I didn’t struggle or put up a fight as I was too worried about my brothers seeing what was going on. I think Sam (the older one) probably guessed as he grinned at me as he smoothed the mud pile across my upper legs and groin area and said “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”. I managed to croak out “Not really, why would I?” but we both knew I was lying. (Why did my voice always go croaky when I get horny?) Eventually they finished piling mud on me and I looked down along my body at the smooth mound of mud looking like a shallow burial mound, except they had forgotten to cover the head. My brothers were laughing and taunting me about getting myself so filthy.

Eventually Sam said “Come on guys, let’s leave Ian to it and see how long it takes him to get up and back home. Let’s go for a swim and get cleaned up.” So they disappeared back along the lake.

I lay there under the mud for a while and managed to get my hand up onto the bulge in my jeans before spending a while dealing with my erection, which felt amazing with all the smooth mud soaking my jeans; it didn’t take long to reach a satisfactory conclusion. After that I pushed myself up and sat as I brushed the mud off my chest and arms and then stood and did the same for my butt, crotch and legs. That just made me hard again. As I stood there wiping mud off the lower legs of my jeans, I heard someone approach from behind me. I straightened up and turned to see a lad of about my age approaching. Bit taller than me, with an untidy mop of blond hair and dressed in faded grey jeans and a yellow tee. I know all the kids who live around the lake and he was not one of them.

“Hello.” I said.

“Hi.” he grinned “Looks like you got a bit messy.”

“Yeah, my brothers’ idea of a birthday present – let’s bury Ian in a pile of mud.”

“You must be one of the four guys living three doors away from us. I’m Tony, pleased to meet you.” he said as he put a hand out. We shook hands and then he wiped the mud off his hand on his jeans. “How do you go about getting clean after all that mud?”

“A swim in the lake usually does the trick.” I replied “Either that or we hose each other down. This sort of thing happens fairly regularly when there’s four of us.”

“Sounds like fun. I usually get into trouble for getting wet or messy, but as my mum is not here and now dad says not to worry any more, would you mind if I joined you?”

“Not at all. Do you want to get muddy first?” I asked.

His grin broadened and he looked at the shallow pit of sloppy mud at my feet. “Looks like you enjoyed it, if you don’t mind me saying, so yeah, why not; there’s a first time for everything.” He proceeded to sit down in the mud and then lay on his back before rolling around in it until he was a muddy as me. When he stood up again it was obvious from the tent in his jeans that he had reacted in the same way as me. “Seems I like this as much as you do!” he laughed as he brushed a hand across the bulge “Wow, that feels so good.”

“Have you never done this before?” I asked.

“No, never. I’ve got muddy and wet playing football at school, but that’s never felt as good as this. Besides I’d get in real hot water going home in this state when mum was around. She hated the idea of dirty and messy kids around the house.”

“What’s changed then?” I blurted out “Sorry, none of my business.”

“That’s OK. She ran off with a guy from her workplace, they went to live in Bahrain where he now works. After the divorce was sorted, dad felt a move away from our previous home was best for us both. He’s quite right, it’s a relief to get a change of scene and get away from the bad memories - the furious rants and tellings-off we both used to get for no reason, the long spells when neither of us could do anything right and all the rules she expected us to follow. It honestly feels like we’ve been let out of prison or something.”

“Are you still in touch?” I asked.

“No fear!” Tony said emphatically “Why would I want that after all she put us through? Personally I think she has a mental health problem, but who knows?”

“Shall we go get that swim?” I said, keen to change the subject.

“Yeah, there’s a jetty by our house, shall I race you there?” Tony asked “Last in the water is a sissy ….” he laughed as he raced off.

There was no way I could catch him, he was real fast on his feet. As we approached the jetty, there was a man sitting on one of the posts, smoking a cigarette and looking out across the lake.

“Hi, dad!” Jamie shouted as he raced passed him and down the jetty before jumping in the water with a huge splash.

I followed him in and we splashed and swam around for a bit as his dad watched us. We clambered out up onto the end of the jetty and sploshed our way towards Tony’s dad, who gave us a round of applause and grinned widely as we approached. He was wearing a pair of swim-shorts and a tee and looked very relaxed until he suddenly rushed at Tony picked him up and jumped off the end of the jetty with him in his arms, getting them both freshly soaked. They splashed around for a bit and then his dad picked him up and waded back to the jetty before plonking Tony back to sitting on the end of the jetty, they were both laughing at each other. His dad pulled himself up onto the jetty and stood up beside Tony sitting on the jetty, water dripping off him across Tony’s head and shoulders.

“Not again, dad!” Tony exclaimed as he leaned back and lay flat on the jetty looking up at his dad with his hands over his eyes.

“A few drips off me won’t make any difference, son, you’re already soaked!” his dad laughed.

“Not that, dad. The other thing again ……” Tony said “You’ve got an erection …..”

“So what? So have you ….” his dad laughed “Just ‘cos you get one as a randy teenager with raging hormones, doesn’t mean you won’t get them as you get older.”

It was impossible not to notice that his dad’s wet clinging board shorts were clearly moulded around the bulge of his balls and the outline of a giant erection. His dad reached down and pulled his shorts away from his legs and crotch and grinned at me.

“Not paranoid about seeing erections, like my boy here, are you?” he asked as Tony got to his feet and they walked towards me.

“Can’t afford to be – I have three teenage brothers so they are everywhere all the time never mind my own.” I laughed.

“Hey, dad, this is Ian – he lives just a few doors down. We just met in the swampy wood.” Tony explained.

“Hello Ian. Nice to meet you. I’m Jake.” he said “I think I’ve seen you and your brothers swimming in the lake in your clothes.”

“We go swimming like this all the time, it’s good fun, and easier than constantly changing.” I replied, thinking Jake looked familiar for some reason. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, of course.” Jake said.

“Do I know you from somewhere before today? I know that sounds odd, but you just look very familiar for some reason.” I said “I have a good memory for faces, so I was just wondering.”

Tony was laughing as I said this. “I told you someone would recognise you didn’t I dad?”

“Yes you did. My name is actually Jacob Reece, but I write and often broadcast on radio and TV under my pen name of Mark Taylor.” Jake grinned “But all my friends and family call me Jake, so please use that.”

“That’s it, of course, my dad is a huge fan and has your books – that’s where I know you from, your picture on the back of the dust-cover.” I said “He would love to meet you. He’ll be so jealous when I tell him I met you”.

“Can I suggest you don’t tell him for now and ask that you all join us tonight as I was planning on doing a BBQ – if you are not doing anything else of course.” Jake suggested.”

“Ahh,” I said “well actually we have a BBQ of our own already organised for this evening to celebrate my birthday, so why don’t you two come along as my guests? A few other neighbours and their kids will be there, so it would be a chance for you to meet them as well.”

“That would be lovely, thank you. What sort of time?”

“Any time from 5pm onwards – dress as you are and be prepared to get wet, we usually end up jumping in the lake or having a water fight, everyone else will be the same. The adults usually bring along some wine or beers as well.”

“Sounds great, thank you.”

“Well, I must be getting along as it is my job to get all the food prepared. Nice meeting you.” I said, but as I turned away Tony chimed in.

“Could I come along and give you a hand – I’d like to meet your brothers and I enjoy doing BBQs and cooking.”

“Yeah, that would be great, thanks. I never get any help from my brothers and to be honest dad is not very adventurous with BBQs and mum always opts out saying BBQs are a man’s work.”

So we spent the afternoon getting food prepared. Tony came up with a load of new ideas for BBQ food preparation and it turned out as we chatted and worked that he wanted to be a chef as a career. The evening was a great success and almost everyone ended up having a swim or getting very courtesy of all the youngsters. Dad was thrilled to meet Jake and Tony and I became firm friends.

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