Trashing our suits in mud.

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Posted by James on June 25, 2020 at 14:38:03

I've not written on here before but after Jonno told how he and my uncle Benny got me covered in slime whilst wearing my best (and only suit, to be honest) I was tempted to write about how Paul and I ruined our suits by getting really, really muddy and then tearing them apart as we cleaned up back home whilst Benny and Jonno watched.

After cleaning up and getting hosed down after the slime session, Paul and I went back to our flat above the shop and had some fun in our sodden clothes under a warm shower - being hosed down is fun, if somewhat painful the way Benny does it by aiming the jet straight at your balls, but very cold - as we were both still feeling rather horny, and then on the bed as we played with each other and got each other undressed. After that we lay on the wet bed under a damp duvet and had some very intimate fun getting drier, warmer and a bit sweaty. Afterwards as we lay back and caught our breaths, Paul suggested that we get our suits totally destroyed by getting really muddy and then tearing them apart as we cleaned up. Sounded good to me. I do love getting covered in mud and wallowing around. I don't even mind getting totally submerged if I know I'm not going to have a problem getting out again, so we decided that the best place would be the local nature reserve where there are few people out and about mid-week and there is a lake and some mud-hole pits that you can jump in and keep your head above the mud as you stand upright.

We both dressed in the same outfits as before - me in my black suit, white shirt and blue and grey striped tie, my slip-on black shoes, blacks socks and new navy boxer-briefs from a company called Comfort Republic (great fit with a pouch for the important bits and non-chaffing panel around the crotch, inner thighs area; they fit like a glove and make you look better than you really are, maybe - not me obviously, I'm already pretty much perfect.....). Paul was in his navy suit, grey shirt, blue tie, blue socks, blue briefs and black shoes.

I was raining lightly as we left the house and when we got to the nature reserve after a fifteen minute walk, we were starting to look wet but not soaked through. We walked along the path by the side of the lake until we got to the mud holes and Paul ran towards the first one and just jumped straight in.

He sank below the surface briefly before standing up, wiping his hands back over his face and up over his head, pushing a wave of mud away from his face, and standing just about chest deep in wet sloppy mud that slowly ran down off his head, shoulders and arms. As I approached he hauled himself out, I watched the mud pour off his jacket as it flapped wetly around him and then as the mud was squeezed out of his trousers along the back of his thighs and his backside as he bent his legs to clamber out. When he finally stood up, his trousers clung tightly to his form and it was very apparent that he was enjoying the mud as his bulge was straining against his fly trying to tent out his tight trousers. His grey shirt was now a muddy brown and plastered to his torso, showing off his chest and six-pack. He was grinning from ear to ear.

I did the same as him and just jumped straight in, I stayed under as long as I could hold my breath, and then slowly stood up, enjoying the feeling of the mud soaking through my clothes. I flapped my jacket around my torso and felt the mud soak my shirt all around my sides and back. I thrust my hand inside my boxer-briefs and allowed the mud to flow around the boys and my hard-on, gave myself a quick light stroke to feel the mud against my hardness, and when I stood up fully, I wiped my face so I could open my eyes and watched Paul standing on the side still dripping mud everywhere. I had never appreciated before quite waht a different view you get of a guy in clingy wet clothes when you are looking at him from below, so I stood and admired the shiny wetness of his hard-on as seen from that angle, much more impressive that from straight on or above.

Paul stepped into the pit next to me and we spent a few minutes touching and rubbing each other under the mud, which was very exciting.

We had just clambered out of the pit when a voice said "That looks like good fun .... Was it deliberate or did you fall in?"

We turned to see a lad of 15 or so and his dog, obviously out for a morning walk. He was in faded blue jeans and a green tee-shirt and must have been out for a while as he looked quite wet and had no anorak or rainproof with him. His dog, a Golden Retriever, must have been in the lake as it was drenched.

"Quite deliberate, thanks." Paul said "You should try it some time, it's good fun."

"I do jump in the lake sometimes and join Brutus here, when he goes for a swim, but mum gets annoyed at me in wet clothes, so I only do it when she's working early shifts and won't see me get home wet through."

"Mud is great - and you could always get clean in the lake afterwards." I said.

"Yeah, I hadn't thought of that." the lad replied "I was going to get wet today, I usually jump off the old jetty on the far side." I could almost see the cogs of his mind turning as he thought about what he said "I can get muddy here and then jump in as usual and get home clean and wet and no-one would know any better ........."

"No time like the present - quick and easy. And you'll enjoy the walk in muddy clothes, I promise." Paul said "It's like nothing else."

He stood and pondered for a few moments and then took his phone out of his pocket, put it on the ground, walked to the edge of the pit and stepped in. He sank below the surface briefly before standing up and wading to the side. The mud was up to his chin as he waded trough, I put a hand out to help him out and he clambered out and stood before us, dripping mud.

"F*** me .... awesome." he grinned at us before stepping backwards into the mud again.

He clambered out again, still grinning. He looked down at his muddy clothes.

"Sorry, seems I do rather like this...." he grinned as he quickly rubbed the growing bulge that had started to tent out his mud soaked jeans.

"Don't worry - happens to everyone." Paul said "By the way, I'm Paul and this is James."

"Hi, I'm Geoff. Do you do this stuff often?" Geoff asked.

"Not in suits, no, but we get wet regularly. Thought we'd trash these suits as they are getting a bit tight - you may have noticed...."

"Difficult not to...." Geoff laughed "Thanks for this, I must get on with walking Brutus and getting clean in the lake. Hope to see you around again guys."

And with that he walked off, his clothes squishing and sploshing as he walked and leaving a trail of mud on the path as he went.

We sat on the grass for a while and just enjoyed being muddy. After about ten minutes we heard a whoop of joy echo across the water followed by a loud splash; Geoff had obviously jumped in the water and was getting cleaned up.

We walked home after that, got the hose out and washed each other down as we totally wrecked each other's suits with the help of a small craft knife. It was fun slashing cuts into our suits and pulling off arms and tearing and ripping at the cloth as we stood there under a torrent of cold water.



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