An early morning wet walk.

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Posted by Tom on June 02, 2020 at 10:07:44

I get some nights when I fall asleep almost as soon as I get into bed but then find myself wide-awake and restless at 4am, so rather than just lie in bed and risk disturbing Simon - who is a light sleeper - I've taken to getting up and going for a walk or a bike ride. It happened again today so I pulled on a pair of jeans - deciding to go commando - and a tee and old trainers and went quietly downstairs to go out via the pool area. I admit I was feeling very horny and could not resist the temptation to get wet when I saw the sparkly calm water just begging me to jump in. So I walked slowly down the steps pausing on each one to enjoy the feel of the water soaking my jeans and by the time I was crotch deep and could feel my balls getting wet, I had a giant boner throbbing away and rubbing nicely against the wet denim - that really is the best feeling ever for me, I don't even need to touch it, I just let it do its own thing as I move around and it pushes against my wet jeans; just seeing the shiny wet bulge keeps me hard. Eventually I reach the bottom step and the water is lapping around my waist, so I dive forward and get totally soaked before floating into the deeper water on my back and just relax looking up at the sky as I feel the water wash over and around me, my boner still hard and tenting up my jeans so that it pokes out of the water like a denim clad submarine's conning tower. I float around for a bit and then walk back up the steps slowly, enjoying the feeling of the water draining out of my wet clothes and I'm pleased to feel that my boner is still full-on erect as I splosh my way to the door and head outside. I like walking in wet clothes and feeling the fabrics rubbing against my skin. I am still dripping wet when I reach the swamp area and can't make up my mind whether to just jump in and get totally muddy or leave it and just enjoy being wet for a bit longer. And then I think I could just go and crawl along the muddy ditch and get the benefit of getting muddy as well as feeling my hard-on sliding along through the mud. That thought is just too tempting so I decide to go ahead and do that. When I lay down I do it slowly and feel the cool mud soaking into my jeans as I let my full weight push down into the soft, squishy mud which is deep enough to come about half way up my prone body. I wriggle around to get my boner into a comfortable position and then start crawling along. I can feel the wet denim of my jeans moving across my butt and being pulled up my crack as I move, in the mud my balls are being massaged by the slippery denim as my legs move and my boner is being moved about by the soft feeling muddy denim. When I get to the end of the ditch and stand up, I can see that the whole of my front half from shoulders to ankles is soaked in squishy soft mud whilst my back is simply wet and clean. I can't resist rubbing the mud into my crotch and handling my balls and hard-on until I eventually cream my jeans. I stand still for a few minutes savouring the feeling of having cum and listening to the sounds of the woods around me, birds singing and a slight breeze rustling the leaves. I decide it would be nice to get totally muddy, so run over to the monkey bars and do a running dive straight into the mud pit below them, getting instantly soaked and covered. Kayne must have been here at some time and let more water in from the stream as the mud is much wetter and runnier than it was last time I had been here. I brush my hand through my muddy hair to get it off my face and relax with the mud up to my chin, the rest of me fully immersed. Under the mud I run my hands over my clothes and enjoy the feel of them moving against my skin, my balls and now semi-hard cock. Bliss. After a bit I get out of the mud and watch it drip off me or slide down my tee and jeans in a slow-motion mini land-slide. I walk to the stream and decide to walk along it back to the point where it flows near the bottom of the garden at the back of the house. The depth varies from knee deep to chest deep in various places so a walk along it is a good way to wash off the mud. The stream flows quite quickly so never gets the chance to warm up even on the sunniest day, so it is bit of a shock to feel quite how cold it is after the warmth of the mud. It certainly gets rid of the last of my boner. It's enjoyable splashing along the stream and I take the chance to get fully clean by ducking under in the deepest areas and sitting down to let the flow of water wash over me and by the time I get to the small timber bridge near the bottom of the garden I am back to being clean and just dripping wet. I walk across the small field into the garden and get back to the house just as I hear the clock by the pool strike 6am. I grab a towel from the changing area and get back to the bedroom to find Simon awake, yawning and stretching his arms.

"Morning, how was your walk? Nice and wet I see." he says as he beckons me over and pulls me down onto the bed next to him.

"Hi, yes, very wet and very, very muddy for a bit."

And with that he pulls me towards him and starts playing with me through my wet jeans and we have a very nice time together getting the bed and him almost as wet as I am.

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