In Reply to: Merrie Christmas everyone posted by Chris and Jamie on December 21, 2017 at 19:20:09:

A very Merry Christmas to you too, Jamie and Chris, and to your family and friends. Thanks for keeping us entertained and informed of your fascinating, eventful and frequently highly enjoyable lives - your posts are inspiring and a joy to read, even though readers may experience a certain amount of envy at times!

A Merry Christmas also to Felix and colleagues and to all readers of this forum (and the Beach Club and Mud Pit too).

My own Christmas is currently unexpectedly restricted by a boiler failure which is probably beyond repair, so I have no water heating until a new system can be installed in early January. (No earlier than that because scaffolding is needed for work on the flue.) I could really do with a long, warm, clothed soak, but it's at least ten days away... :-(

As for "What do you buy for a 6 year old girl ?", maybe "anything as long as it's pink"? ;-)

Peter (wetjumper)

Re: Merrie Christmas everyone

In Reply to: Merrie Christmas everyone posted by Chris and Jamie on December 21, 2017 at 19:20:09:

Merry Christmas!

Ripping clothes and touching balls

In Reply to: Re: New Room and Roommate posted by Trn on January 07, 2018 at 08:58:56:

Hi Trn

As I said earlier, as a student I can't afford to rip my clothes. They have to last the whole academic year.

I mostly wear my Sondico rain pants, but have others too.

From ebay I got white snow camo over trousers, NATO issue, cost ca $10. They are made from a very thin nylon, not waterproof. On the sides and the front they have openings, so you can reach the trousers underneath. No need to cut them open.

I wear these soft pants on their own as pyjamas. They feel so good in bed or in the water. Hikaro borrows mine sometimes when we cuddle up to sleep.

He puts his hands around my balls when we spoon. After we turned over, I hold on to his balls. Feels really nice.

We read about this here when Chris and Jamie talked about it.

Home again.

We got home yesterday (Tuesday, that is - bit late posting this....) from our fantastic holiday on the super-yacht on which Jamie's brother Will works as first officer. The owner was kind enough to invite us to use it as a family when we met him last year.

We had a lovely family Christmas and it was fun to have Jemima, Kevin, Kayne and Katie with us as well. They arrived at the house to live on the Thursday before Christmas and settled into Tom's flat by the pool very quickly, with Kevin taking up residence in a spare room next to Chris as the flat only has two bedrooms. Uncle Danny and Tom were busy drawing up sketch plans for a conversion above the remaining garages/workshops and asking Jemima what she thought during the afternoon of Christmas Eve and they were well received, as expected, although Jemima's ideas on layout and decor are a bit wacky.

Will got a message on the Thursday after Christmas to say that the owner's private jet would pick us up on Saturday morning. I did rather wonder what sort of plane it might be as there were 17 of us in total, including Sue and Mari and Jemima and her brood. Turned out to be a Boeing Business Jet, looked like a small airliner, and was very spacious and luxurious.

Originally our group was going to be just us two and our parents but Will was told that the other crew member's family that was due to go had had to pull out due to illness, so we were to have the whole boat to ourselves, which has cabins for a maximum of twenty-four guests in total.

We flew to Barbados (7 hours 48 minutes in the air; quite long enough in my view, thank you.......) to meet up with the boat and were walking up the gangway about an hour after landing, it was roughly 3:30pm. It was warm but cloudy and Will predicted that it might rain a bit later.

The boat (I was told to call it "a yacht", but really ? It's nearly 400 feet long and has 7 decks and there's not a sail in sight - that's not "a yacht" in my book...........) looked enormous and very smart. We were greeted by the captain and then Will showed us all the cabins and we took our choices (not difficult as they were almost all the same) and marvelled at how luxurious everything was, no gold taps or flashy stuff like that, just beautifully made and fitted. Mari and I picked one of the four cabins on deck 4 which had an outside balcony, Jamie and Sue picked the cabin next to us that had forward facing windows. The other two cabins on deck 4 were taken by Kevin & Kayne and by Jemima & Katie. Our parents and Danny and Mary took cabins on deck 3 below us which all opened on to the pool / hot-tub deck where the main outside deck area was situated also. Tom took one of the two single cabins on the same deck as us. The main inside lounge and bar area were on our deck also with the enormous, very formal inside dining room on the same deck to the rear where it opened onto a basket ball court that also doubled as a helicopter pad.

Will suggested that we unpack the few clothes that we had bought (well, that applied to Jamie and me but the girls seem to have had other ideas........) and we gathered around the pool area. All the guys had changed into swim-shorts and tee-shirts and the ladies were in a mix of bikinis and sun dresses. The Captain welcomed us all and then introduced his senior officers (Will and Guy) and the stewards and other crew who would be, as he put it, "at your beck and call, any time, day or night - don't hesitate, they are all paid far too much to do their jobs, so make them earn it. And they do like a challenge to produce something unusual."

Will then went through the safety drills and Guy then introduced the Chef and asked us to let him know of any preferences or allergies so that he could tailor the menus to our liking. A steward then produced a tray of rum punches to welcome us aboard, even Katie and Kayne got their own non-alcoholic versions.

After that the Captain handed out some sheets of paper detailing an itinerary for our stay and stressed that it was only a draft route and plan and could be changed at any time to suit our wishes or the weather.

"If you all wanted to, we could just anchor off shore somewhere - lots of beautiful palm fringed beaches around - and ferry you to shore as and when, but that would probably be rather boring given that you have the choice of anywhere in the Caribbean to visit." the Captain explained "We can arrange island visits almost anywhere you can spot on the charts within reason, so please do let us know what you might like to do and see, there are a good number of guide books and photographic books about all the islands (and the rest of the world come to that) in the library on deck two. We will be casting off at about 6pm as it begins to get dark and shall cruise north along the coast of Barbados before anchoring for the night within a mile of shore in a calm spot of the Caribbean Sea. Chef has arranged for supper to be served at 8pm tonight. If you would like the company of myself or any of the crew we would be delighted to join you and answer your questions or tell you about this vessel and the places we have visited. Will can fill you in about that. Anyway, enough from me - I will leave you in the capable hands of Guy and his staff and Will of course. Thank you."

It was Katie who broke the ice with the rather formal Captain.

"Can I ask you what I should call you, please ? My name is Katie and Captain sounds very formal if we are to be friends."

"Well, Miss Katie, everyone on board calls me Captain - or other names behind my back, I'm sure - but my name is Andrew, or Andy to my family." he said as he stepped towards her and picked her up and held her in his arms "but as you are so cute and remind me of my granddaughter, I'd be honoured if you called me Cap'n Andy as she does ......... would that be OK Miss Katie?"

"Yes, that would be nice, thank you." Katie laughed as he kissed her on the forehead and put her down.

We sat around and discussed the itinerary that the Captain had outlined. Will explained that they had drawn it up to show as many of the islands in the central and southern Caribbean as possible without being constantly on the move. So the proposed route went north-east from Barbados to St. Lucia and on past Martinique, Guadeloupe, Montserrat, Antigua & Barbuda, and then south to St. Vincent and the Grenadines and back to Barbados a distance of about 1,100 miles. At the ships cruising speed would be about 60 hours of actual travel, which was not that much over fourteen or fifteen days and could mostly be done at night for the bits between islands. So we agreed that we would go with the schedule and modify it as we went along if we wanted to stop somewhere for a bit longer or a second day.

Tom was the first to put down his rum punch and dive into the pool and Kayne and Kevin were quick to join him. Will and Guy continued to chat about life aboard with the rest of us and explained that most guests like supper to be the only formal meal where everyone was expected to sit down together. Again we could change that if we wished, but my dad suggested that we go with it and enjoy a bit of luxury dining and being waited on. Guy said he thoroughly approved and knew that his crew enjoyed putting on a display. He suggested that breakfast and lunch - if we were aboard - be laid out as a buffet style meal and available for everyone to browse over for a couple of hours each, which would give flexibility if some of the party were engaged with water-sports or other activities. It was obvious that he was very used to giving superb service to diverse groups of guests and he kept emphasising that everything was flexible and down to us to change as we wished.

When Will and Guy excused themselves to prepare for setting sail, Jemima spoke up.

"I don't know about all of you, but I feel I have died and got to heaven. I could get very used to a life like this." she observed "I can't tell you how grateful I am for what you've all done for us, the kids and I have never had a holiday together before and this is beyond imagining." she finished as tears overcame her.

Aunt Mary moved to sit next to her and put an arm around her. "It's a bit overwhelming isn't it? Imagine having all this - the yacht, the plane and the houses we've never seen - and knowing you can just move around the world in such comfort. We all think we are well off - and we are by most standards - but this is another world to all of us as well. I don't know I'd ever get used to it either."

"That's a relief, dearest, you'll never get the chance........" uncle Danny laughed.

"Unless you win the Lottery......" my mum pointed out.

"You have to do it to win, and we don't." aunt Mary laughed.

At that point, Paul the steward came back to ask if he could get anyone another rum punch or something else to drink. On seeing Jemima's tears he asked if everything was OK. Jemima reassured him that all was fine, she was just a bit overcome by everything.

"Yes indeed, it can take some people like that." Paul sympathised "But I find that most of our guests get used to the life on board very quickly; a good meal and a few drinks followed by a night's sleep and waking to the sound of the sea also help acclimatise. My parents and younger sister were on board for a week last year and my mum couldn't stop getting teary with each new experience. But we are all very friendly and everyone is here to make your stay an unforgettable experience, so please, relax and enjoy."

The rum punch was delicious and we all had a second one before Will came down from the bridge and said we were about to leave the dock and set sail. We heard the engines for the first time as they powered up and the boat started to move, ever so slowly, and we went to the side to watch as we gradually moved away from the dock-side and headed slowly out to sea. A couple of people on the dock waved and we saw a number of flashes as they took some pictures.

The view of Bridgetown as the lights of the building started to come on was lovely. I had forgotten how quickly dusk and night arrives in the Caribbean and by the time we had exited the dock and were out at sea the island was sparkling with lights along the shore for as far as we could see. We anchored a short time later about a mile off-shore midway between what Will pointed out as Holetown and Speightstown, some eight miles north of Bridgetown.

We had all gathered by the pool again when Paul appeared to say that supper would be ready to serve any time after 30 minutes if we wanted to get ready. My dad suggested that we all smarten up a bit and make an effort for supper as it appeared the crew were doing for us, so went and changed into smarter shorts and shirts and re-assembled in the dining room.

Super was delicious and consisted entirely of fish dishes, all sourced locally in Bridgetown, including crab cakes to start and flying fish for the main course. We had invited the Captain, the engineer and the head stewardess to join us (all on Will's advice, saying that the norm was to ask two or three crew for each meal, spreading down the hierarchy as the cruise continued: the Captain would not expect to be invited more than two or three times at most.) Jamie's dad and the engineer, Bill, got on like a house on fire talking engines, design differences between sea and air propellers, control systems and computer automation - yawn, yawn, interesting to listen to for five minutes but too geeky after that - and after coffee they both disappeared for a tour of the engine room. The head steward, Isobel a local Bajan from the north of the island, was delightful and spoke with the local accent (very distinctive) which took a bit of getting used to. Bill the engineer came from Virginia and had been in the US Navy for a number of years before starting to work on private yachts.

Katie and Kayne disappeared off to bed after supper (Katie did well to stay up so late I think) and the rest of us started to go off to bed soon after mid-night. Thus ended our first day at sea and the start of a memorable holiday. Will has promised us a more sporty day tomorrow, if we wish, and the chance of a trip ashore.

Well that was our first day and night on board. Sorry there's nothing about getting wet etc but more to follow from the next morning.

Re: Home again.

In Reply to: Re: Home again. posted by Me on January 19, 2018 at 14:34:59:

We did indeed.

I know, I know, we thought it would be best to stay conventional and wear swim-shorts until we knew how the land lay with the Captain and crew. As it turned out, they couldn't have cared less what we wore so after that first day we had plenty of chances to get wet whatever we were wearing.

Jamie and I will be posting more in due course.

Unusual, uh, sensation, yeah, sensation

Okay, so January was really cold (relatively) for Florida and I've not gotten in my pool since Christmas.

Unlike Chris, (or is it Jamie?), I really don't like cold water, very much a tepid to warm water fan.

Anyway, it finally has started to warm up just bit and my pool has gone from 56 degrees to 67 degrees, about the outer limit of what I'm willing to endure. Since we are shutting it down next week to drain and re-surface and it will be out of commission for several weeks, I had to try and see if I could get in it, our way of course.

I put on my blue boxers, a blue t-shirt, my 569 Levis, white socks, by blue Vans (didn't realize how much blue I had on) and a somewhat thick gray Cubs hoody, one I've been really wanting to soak.

I knew I wouldn't be able to handle the water for a long time, but with the air temperature hovering around 80 degrees, warming up would not be a problem.

I got myself all worked up before I even entered the pool. Anticipation of the wet event is always enough to start my level of excitement.

I was pretty hard by the time I started to get in the pool. This was a rather lengthy soaking, slowly starting with my shoes and socks and working in my jeans, hoping I didn't lose my interest, so to speak, as I got wetter. The hoody was wonderful, just a awesome as expected.

Pretty soon I was floating at the end of the pool and everything was wet. I was a bit chilly but still hard, the layers of clothes keeping me warm enough.

I found my sweet spot and a bit later I was cumming hard in my boxers, something I truly enjoy, whether wet or dry. Wet is far better though!

So, what was the sensation? I could feel myself losing heat as I came. The nether regions, through my hips and not quite to my chest definitely felt colder as I filled my boxers. The sensation lasted for several minutes after I came and really didn't go away until after I got out of the pool and into the warm air.

Thinking I was imagining all of this, two days later, in another pair Vans, black socks, Lee Carpenter jeans (new), same boxers, t-shirt and gray hoody, I tried again and sure enough, I wasn't imagining it, my body definitely felt colder as I pushed cum out.

Probably not surprising considering the temperature difference between the water and my release. Cumming comes from the warmest part of the body and I was expelling heat as well as those creamy ropes.

Once we get the pool re-opened and we get a heater installed, I won't be feeling this sensation again. Not sure if I like that or not as it sure was interesting.

Anyone else have this experience?

Dolby1000

Re: Unusual, uh, sensation, yeah, sensation

In Reply to: Unusual, uh, sensation, yeah, sensation posted by Dolby1000 on February 09, 2018 at 21:01:32:

It is definitely Chris who likes cold water and gets a huge boner because of that feeling ...... I get to look and feel like an acorn when I get into cold water !

Re: Is there anybody out there.

In Reply to: Re: Is there anybody out there. posted by wetchas. on February 28, 2018 at 09:22:46:

Chris and I are still around, just too busy at work at the moment to have time to post much. Not much going on on-site with the awful weather but still plenty to do in the workshops.

I can assure you that it is not just the icicles around here that are getting stiff and hard. The heating in the pool is undergoing maintenance at the moment so our morning swims are certainly cold enough to get Chris's "icicle" stiff - you know how cold water affects him - but its not such fun that it is worth posting about.

When the weather improves we shall be posting more as often as we can.

Cheers for now.

Snowball fight and a cold soaking.

Today has been a tiny bit warmer (1 or 2°C rather than freezing or below) so after our morning swim with our dads and Harry and Mike, out of the blue Jamie suggested that we go outside (WTF?) for a snowball fight. Is he mad? After a few minutes of Harry, Mike and me looking a bit stunned as Jamie continued to put on his leg as if everything was perfectly normal, we followed him out into the garden.

It really felt cold - not that I should have been surprised as we were all still wearing only swimming trunks - but not wanting to look like wimps the three of us sheepishly followed Jamie. In theory we were still dripping wet, but I maintain the water on our bodies and wet trunks had already frozen. This of course had the usual affect on me and before we had got more than a few paces I had an erection tenting out my Speedos.

"Hey guys, Chris seems to be having his usual problem with the cold." Harry laughed "Can we get on with this and get back in the warm, I don't want to look at Chris' bulging trunks any longer than I have to....."

"Jealousy is not an attractive trait, Harry, I've told you that before, haven't I?" I replied.

Harry's reply was a handful of snow stuffed down the back of my trunks. After that it was a free-for-all and we all threw snowballs and handfuls of snow at each other. Some (naming no names, Harry, Mike......) went further and ganged up on individuals so that they could push loose snow inside someone's trunks making sure that all their tackle was thoroughly covered. I don't think my scrotum has ever felt so shrunk whilst also feeling really stiff! Despite the cold it was good fun and we finished it off by jumping in the fountain pool at the front of the house, breaking a thin layer of ice as we did so. The most painful part of that was walking across the gravel to get there. Sadly, the fountain had been turned off before the cold spell started so there was no fountain to stand under.

That was a fun way to start the day and a hot cooked breakfast afterwards has never been so welcome. My dad said he thought we were all stupid, but mum just laughed with a sighed "Boys will be boys!"

Getting really cold suddenly like that seemed very invigorating after we had come back indoors, got showered and dressed and I felt set up for the rest of the day in a really nice way. Maybe we should do this more often.

Re: Attempted mugging goes well.

In Reply to: Re: Attempted mugging goes well. posted by Chris on March 03, 2018 at 15:19:01:

Thanks for the compliment. I took a leaf out of your book in my writing style (trying to remember all the conversation is real hard) but I think I got the gist of it. The many posts that you and Jamie have put up have been great, I kinda feel I know you both quite well now. Doubt I will be able to as many as you have what with pressure of work and so on, but i guess as working guys yourselves now you face the same restraints - "welcome to the real world" as my mum used to say.

Re: Snowball fight and a cold soaking.

In Reply to: Re: Snowball fight and a cold soaking. posted by Gavin on March 03, 2018 at 18:37:03:

It was fun and the equivalent of taking a cold shower for being invigorating and setting you up for the day. There wasn't a lot to see apart from some tanned bodies (Jamie and me from our Caribbean holiday) and two very pale white English bodies (Harry and Mike) all looking cold and shivery and some insignificant bulges in Speedos, particularly after having snow stuffed inside by someone. Harry's comment about me was only valid for the first few minutes.

Re: Snowball fight and a cold soaking.

In Reply to: Re: Snowball fight and a cold soaking. posted by Chris on March 04, 2018 at 16:52:52:

Welcome back.
That sounds entertaining in a certain masochistic sort of way.
Snow down the trunks I would have been up for, but not the fountain. Not useless I could have wrapped up warmly beforehand anyway.
They say getting freezing cold like that does wonders for the sperm yeild.
Better quality as well apparently.
Thanks again for posting, oh, and thank Jamie for his reply to my 'Anyone out there'post.
Thanks.
Charlie.

Custard fun

Gavin has introduced me to these forums and shown me what he has written about us - he didn't tell me at first that it was him who had written under the name of Gavin, but once I had started to read the accounts of how we met and then the day of getting filthy in the mud, I kind of guessed and it only took a few minutes of me playfully tickling him until he nearly wet himself and finally admitted all - which was kind of cool as I found myself turned-on reading about me as though I were a stranger. Gavin has changed names and a few details about where we live and work, but the physical description of us both is pretty accurate. Having spent some number of hours reading the posts on here (I particularly envy Jamie and Chris their set up and enjoy Wetchas' responses to them as well as his posts among many others) I can see the attraction of writing more than I ever did at school or since. I persuaded Gav to let me write about his surprise bit of fun this last Monday on our day off. So here goes............

We had been out to a friend's place for supper on Sunday and had both had a few too many glasses of wine during the evening so by the time we had walked home in the early hours of Monday we just fell into bed without getting fully undressed. I woke at about 5am and found myself just in my underpants, jeans and an unbuttoned shirt. Gavin was laying next to me in just his boxer-briefs - covering a large boner - and a tee-shirt. I got up to go relieve myself and then came back to bed and fell asleep again almost immediately.

I woke suddenly from a rather nice dream; I was walking along a beach and the sun was out and the sand felt wonderfully warm under my feet. I was wearing jeans and an open shirt, which the breeze was blowing around me, and it was hot. There was no-one else around and I was heading towards some rocks at the end of the sand, where the dog was already heading up a path which wound up the cliff to some grasslands above and as I got nearer the rocks, the wind got up to almost gale force and the surf was crashing against the rocks and throwing up huge amounts of spray and water. I was suddenly very wet and as I gasped for breath I awoke, only to find that I really was soaked through. It took me a moment to realise what was going on. I wiped something from my face and felt my fingers run through some runny, sticky substance and when I opened my eyes everything was yellow. I was laying on my side with my face half buried in a pillow, which was covered in this yellow substance. I rolled onto my back and propped myself up on my elbows. Gavin was standing at the end of the bed, laughing his head off. He was holding a bucket and as I started to speak he threw the remaining contents over me. I instinctively closed my eyes as the substance splashed over me but got some in my mouth and tasted............ custard!

When I opened my eyes the custard had splashed across my lower face, bare chest and my legs from knees to waist, my jeans were mostly yellow and puddles of custard had formed between my legs and either side of my thighs. I felt it soaking through my clothes and realised that my backside was also settled into a puddle of custard. It felt amazing.

"So what bought this silliness on all of a sudden?" I asked Gavin.

"Did you not read Wetchas' post saying how great it would feel?" he replied.

"Yeah, but.............wouldn't it be more fun if we both did it rather than you just throwing custard all over me?" I asked, as I noticed the previously flaccid bulge in my jeans starting to grow upwards rapidly as the wetness soaked through my underwear.

"I fully intend to join you" Gavin laughed "but first let's get you properly dressed - or rather undressed." and with that he grabbed the legs of my jeans and started to pull them off, I unbuttoned and lifted my backside as he slid them down my legs. "Now the underwear." he added, so I pulled them off as well before he dropped my jeans on the bed next to me. "Put these on again." Gavin said, so I pulled them back on and buttoned up again after manoeuvring them over my hard-on. My goodness, they felt different when soaked in custard - so, so slippery - I almost shot my load straight away!

Gavin produced a second bucket of custard.

"Good grief! How much of that stuff have you got?" I asked.

"This and one other bucket - these are a bit watered down from the first......... but I think you'll still like them." Gavin grinned "I bought six five-litre cartons. take this one and hold it steady whilst I join you."

Gavin put the bucket down on the bed next to me and I grabbed the handle and held it steady as Gavin crawled onto the bed and sat next to me. He rubbed a finger down my cheek and then sucked his finger.

"Yummy, I do like custard. How about you?" Gavin asked.

"Always used to have it on fruit or an apple pie for lunch at school, it was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife. Not as nice as this." I laughed.

"My school was the same - I think they used to make it early morning and leave it standing until lunchtime - it was still the best part of any lunch. I could have done better lunches when I was ten years old................" Gavin laughed "Go on then, I know you are dying to do it."

He was right, I was just itching to pour the bucket of custard over him. I knelt on the bed and raised the bucket above his head. I looked down his body, trying to decide where to start. He was wearing his favourite old jeans, well-worn 501s, and a plain dark blue shirt which was untucked and mostly unbuttoned, leaving his upper torso bare. He had his usual bulge in his crotch, but as I hesitated and he waited for me to start pouring, it was slowly growing and forming a new bulge to the right of the button fly of his jeans.

I started at his feet and sloshed a small amount across his bare toes and then poured a small but steady stream up his left leg. When I got to his crotch I sloshed a bit more across his bulge and made sure some ran down between his legs. I continued up to the waistband of his jeans and sloshed a bit more over there and his shirt. I moved slowly up his torso and sloshed a load more over his bare chest and then his face, making sure it ran down the side of his head onto the pillow. I still had at least half the bucket left so I told him to sit up, knowing that when he did so the custard covering his chest would run down to his waist. I poured the rest of the bucket over his head making sure to cover his hair and shoulders and sloshing the rest into his lap.

"Happy with that?" I asked.

"Amazing! Who knew it would feel this good." Gavin grinned at me. I rubbed my hand through his hair and down his face, across his chest and down to his lap where I rubbed the sloppy custard into his groin and down his thighs. He sat perfectly still apart from his hard-on which just grew bigger and bigger so that when he lay back down again he had an enormous long bulge poking across his right thigh. He was grinning widely then started rubbing his hard-on with his right hand, the soaked denim clung to him so that I could see every last detail highlighted under the shiny denim. What a sight that was - I got harder and harder just looking at him.

We spent a while on top of each other in turn as we lay on the bed and eventually we adjourned to the shower to clean-up having both shot our loads on a couple of occasions as we handled each other's boners. All very enjoyable and very very satisfying as far as I was concerned. There's nothing like a good hard boner and a soft warm scrotum to fondle when covered in custard.

Gavin finished in the shower before me, and I like to linger under the hot water so I let him go and change into dry clothes ready for the day ahead. After a bit I had an idea: why not show Gavin what he is missing by following him to the kitchen as he prepares breakfast - give him a nice surprise, so to speak. I was really hard and ready to go, and the more I thought about it, the better the idea seemed.

I dried off briefly and made my way across the hall with my boner leading the way, I don't think I have ever been so hard or excited before. I entered the kitchen, erection first, by a good seven inches and as I did so I called to Gavin in the most seductive way I could imagine, soft and husky.

"Ready for a real treat, Gavin?" I said huskily "I'm still feeling horny.............."

"I'm sure you are!" said a strange voice from behind me.

I whirled around to see Gavin's mum, my erection still waving proudly in front of me, as I gasped in surprise.

Gavin's mum was looking at me with an amused grin on her face, her eyes firmly fixed on my erection which was rapidly wilting as I realised what the situation truly was like.

It took a moment to try and cover my rapidly shrinking manhood.

"Woah, you really are a lucky man, son." she said.

"Indeed I am." Gavin said as he turned back to the bacon frying on the cooker "I'd go and get dressed if I was you, Josh."

So I did just that, in a state of confusion to say the least. Breakfast was somewhat awkward after that, although I did see the funny side afterwards. Gavin's mum has not let me forget that encounter in the days since but I have realised that she means no malice and I have started to see how funny it was myself and she has been kind enough not to tell anyone else among our colleagues about the encounter.

Muddy Chris

It was Chris's birthday yesterday (grand old age of 20,so no longer a teenager) so I celebrated it by getting him really muddy.

It seems like ages since we went into the woods at home and got seriously wet and muddy so I woke early and dragged him out of his bed, roused Kevin and Kayne as well, and then we all went out and headed for the muddy swamp area. We were all in jeans, tee-shirts and trainers (only one rule, no underwear) and the three of us ganged up on Chris and threw him in the swamp - which was nice a wet with water from the stream as I had been out on Friday evening and set things up - and Chris made a nice satisfying splash as he hit the muck and disappeared from view under the surface for a few seconds before getting to his feet completely soaked with all his clothes clinging wetly to his frame. It didn't take long for the rest of us to join him.

We completed most of the assault course obstacles before heading to the muddy ride and had more fun there as we wrestled around in the mud. Kevin got us all laughing by allowing his brother to fill his jeans with mud and then Kayne rubbed it all in and produced the biggest boner you have ever seen in his brother's jeans, Kevin obviously enjoyed it and was still sporting a goodly one as we ended our time by wading along the stream back towards the house, the water was really cold but that didn't stop Chris having a bit of a competition with Kevin to see who could produce the biggest bulge in their jeans. I think Kevin won.

We have a joint party planned for next weekend to celebrate Chris's birthday and mine which is a couple of weeks later.

Re: Muddy Chris

In Reply to: Muddy Chris posted by Jamie on April 22, 2018 at 17:01:44:

Still at it then.
Good to hear from you again.
Hope everything is OK.
Enjoy your birthdays (as if you need any encouragement).
Cheers.
Charlie.

Re: Muddy Chris

In Reply to: Muddy Chris posted by Jamie on April 22, 2018 at 17:01:44:

Nice to see you back here, Jamie, and to see you are all still getting muddy and wet. Sounds like a brilliant way to celebrate a birthday by getting a real soaking in nice swampy mud. Thanks for posting.

Plan to get muddy together goes awry.

After a busy few weeks at work and having to work on Saturdays because of staff shortages at work Chris and I both agreed that we should try and find some time to get muddy together. Sunday afternoon seemed ideal as the rest of the family were either dozing after lunch or off doing things around the house or garden.

So we grabbed jeans, trainers and a sweatshirt each and changed down by the pool so when we came back we had the same clothes to change back into. We were going to take the quadbikes but my dad had parked his car across the garage doors and it was locked, so that meant finding him to get his keys and probably explain what we going to do, so we decided to head into the woods on foot.

We went straight to the flooded dell - after all the rain we have had recently and this last winter it is really full - and used the rope to swing out and back a few times, gradually holding on lower and lower until one Chris hit the water with his lower legs and got nearly completely soaked. I managed to do one more swing that him without getting wet, but when that happens he always claims that I have an unfair advantage as I only have one complete leg to lift high. So when I landed back the next time I pretended to lose my balance as I landed, knowing he would probably grab me to stop me falling backwards, and then I fell in anyway taking him with me. He pretended in turn that he deliberately let me do that, so we were honours even as we always believe what the other says - it's what best mates do isn't it? - and when we scrambled up onto the fallen tree trunk that slopes up out of the water to the bank on the far side from the rope launch platform, he helped me up and we sat looking out across the dell as we dripped water everywhere and listened to the wildlife.

"Was that a yell I heard in the distance?" I asked.

"Might have been. You think someone else is out here?" Chris asked.

"I might have just imagined it" I said "The woods do strange things to the sounds out here ........... maybe it was a fox ............." as I was interrupted again my another whooping yell ..... "or maybe not."

"Let's investigate. I'll get your leg, stay here." Chris said as he slipped back into the water and swum back to where I had left my blade.

We made our way through the woods towards where we thought the sound had come from and shifted our route a bit when we heard another yell, closer now.

At last through the trees and brush, we saw a couple of figures in a clearing below us as the ground sloped down towards the muddy ride. Too far away to make out who it was but they were splashing around in the mud and chasing each other in turn. Chris was in the lead and signalled me to slow down a bit. We then saw that it was Kevin and his younger brother Kayne. They looked to be undressed and covered in mud.

We shouldn't have done but we stopped and watched for a few moments and then Kayne caught Kevin and they fell into a big puddle with a splash. They lay there for a bit with Kayne on top of his elder brother, face to face, and then a strange thing happened, Kevin rolled onto his front so that he was laying face down in the mud, Kayne moved on top of him and started very obviously humping up and down.

"Are they really do what I think?" Chris whispered to me.

"It does look like it." I said "Perhaps we should just go away as quietly as possible."

"Yeah, maybe, but Kayne is not quite fourteen ..... is he? ......... and Kevin's 18½."

"None of our business is it?" but as I said that Kayne seemed to get annoyed with Kevin, slapped the back of his head and then pushed his face into the mud and held it there before lifting him up by his hair as Kevin gasped for breath. I heard Kayne shout at his brother "Just do as I say and keep quiet, understand?" and I looked at Chris.

"What the hell ........ is Kevin being slapped about by his younger brother?" he whispered.

"Looks that way." and as we watched Kevin gasped and cried out as Kayne thrust down hard against him a couple of times and then got up and walked away. "Did I just see Kayne do that?"

"Come on, we need to find out what's going on." Chris said. We crashed through the undergrowth not caring how much noise we made and they must have heard us. When we reached the clearing Kayne was standing a little way away from Kevin, he had pulled on a mud soaked tee-shirt and was half-way into his equally muddy jeans, he had a boner which was waving around as he teetered on one leg. Kevin was still laying in the mud as he watched us approach.

"Hi guys, come to join us for a bit of muddy fun?" Kevin asked.

"No, not really." Chris said in an angry 'I want answers' tone "Can you two explain what we think we just saw going on between you?"

"It's not what you think ........ honestly." Kayne said "I'd never hurt Kevin, he's my brother, for goodness' sake."

"OK - so tell what's going on." I said "Kevin?"

"Simple really, Kayne has been cast as a Roman soldier in his school play. There is a scene where his character is expected to assault a young recruit just before the big battle to prove that he is tough enough to fight and survive. We were simply rehearsing away from the house. Kayne had no idea how to actually do that to someone even if he does know the theory. It's just unlucky that he got rather aroused doing it here. Obviously in the background on a darkened stage he will be dressed under his upper body armour and I doubt he'll even get a boner, stage nerves you know ........ anyway better it happens here at rehearsal with me than on stage in front of everyone, eh?"

"Is this true, Kayne? Although it sounds too far fetched not to be........." I asked.

"Yes absolutely. I can't rehearse this at school in front of everyone, completely cold, can I? I need to know I can go through the motions as if it's routine, my character has done this before - unlike me. Kevin agreed to help me. It just seemed natural to get out of our clothes and try it out; but maybe we went too far. Sorry."

"No need to apologise to me." Chris said "And don't worry about your acting not being realistic, you sure fooled us from a distance. We both thought you were bullying and then assaulting your big brother. Any other scenes we can help with? I always helped back-stage rather than act - my worst nightmare would be going on stage and forgetting my lines."

"I do have a death scene. Hold on a bit, let me get the script." Kayne said as he buttoned his jeans and went over to a plastic bag hanging on a nearby tree branch and, pulling out a bottle of water, he washed the thick mud off his hands before pulling out his tablet and returning to us. He had the entire script on it with his part, words and actions highlighted in yellow.

"Here we are - 'Paulus Dominicus is on the blood soaked battlefield and is struggling through thick mud to escape his pursuers, a mob of half-a-dozen Franks who are determined to wipe out the Roman army down to the very last man. He is trying to reach the safety of the surrounding woodlands. He is finally cornered by a large oak tree and uses it to shield his back as he watches his death approach." Good stuff, eh?" Kayne asked "You should know that I have already had one hand hacked off during an encounter earlier in the day, so I am drenched in my own, and others', blood. It goes on 'Paulus hefts his sword in his remaining hand and awaits the onslaught. When it comes it is sudden and brutal, with six against one. The Franks don't fight fair. He is felled by a blow that severs his left leg and as he crawls through the mud in a last agonising effort to make his escape the Franks take it in turn to plunge their swords into his crawling body, the last blow severing his head from his shoulders, the final indignity is one of the Franks kicking it away across the field of battle as they cheer loudly. Lights fade and the final curtain drops.' Could you act the part of the Franks and we start as I get to the tree, just improvise as you see fit and I'll react to you."

"No real swords then? That's a disappointment. I suppose we are all covered in mud as well?" I ask, to which Kayne replies "Guess so." so I fall backwards into the soft mud near Kevin and roll around until I'm as muddy as them. Chris follows suit.

"I can get us some swords" Chris said "Give me a minute." and he disappeared into the woods briefly before returning with some long straight sticks from which he stripped the branches and broke them in half to give us four short sturdy swords.

"OK, these are swords, so be careful - don't want to take anyone's eye out do we?"

Kevin had pulled on his mud soaked tracksuit bottoms and a tee shirt so we all now looked suitably dirty to have just fought a battle in a muddy field. It was fun and Kayne gave a very good performance, particularly the final crawl through the mud as we all plunged our swords into him. We did a couple of rehearsals until he had discovered what he wanted to do on stage.

After that we just fooled around in the mud until Kevin said he was starting to feel hungry and how about returning to the house. We diverted to the flooded dell to get as clean as we could in the cool water and went straight into the showers by the pool. We spent the last part of the afternoon playing video games with Kevin and Kayne (we even beat them at one driving game) and then dispersed to our own parts of the house for tea. Chris and I didn't get our time together as planned but it was still a great time. Can't wait to see Kayne's school play.

Re: Plan to get muddy together goes awry.

In Reply to: Plan to get muddy together goes awry. posted by Jamie (and Chris) on May 01, 2018 at 14:56:23:

Ha Ha Great story and a good lesson in why one shouldn't jump to conclusions before knowing the full facts. Must have looked a bit suspicious though. I think you mentioned before that Kevin is "quite a big lad", does his brother take after him in that respect? These two certainly seem to have taken well to living with you along with all the mud and water fun.

Re: Very wet walk and school memories.

In Reply to: Very wet walk and school memories. posted by Jonno on May 01, 2018 at 20:57:05:

Great account. Thanks for posting. I love the banter between Mr Dale and Tom, sounds like the sort of relationship Jamie and I had with a few of our teachers - mutual respect but exasperation on both side sometimes. The impetuous behaviour by Tom in just jumping in the water again at the second hole made me laugh out loud as I read it. His previous tirade about being feeling his wet clothes against 'my arse and balls' was very cheeky and further than I would have gone.
Do please let us all know what happens if you meet Tom at your studio, sounds like he is incredibly talented.

Thanks again for posting, really enjoyed everything you've written in the past, particularly the 'messy club' activities.

Re: Plan to get muddy together goes awry.

In Reply to: Re: Plan to get muddy together goes awry. posted by Chris on May 02, 2018 at 09:29:23:

Ouch.
Sorry to hear about the head. As someone who has been 'repaired' in that area on several occasions, I know how you feel. Good way to get a day off though.
Glad everything has worked out on the Kevin front. If you look back through these posts you'll see that I was sceptical at first, especially after the car incident, but I put my hands up now, I appear to have been wrong. Glad everythings fine.
Some 'spring like' weather coming for the bank holiday apparently. Let's hope so.
Hope the headache goes soon (no, I don't mean Jamie).
Cheers.
Charlie.

Re: Plan to get muddy together goes awry.

In Reply to: Re: Plan to get muddy together goes awry. posted by wetchas on May 02, 2018 at 12:32:00:

Chris is lucky to have got away with just a gash on the back of his head. He tripped on a kerb whilst walking backwards guiding a cement mixer onto site, it was only the quick thinking of a fellow worker that stopped the mixer driving over him as he lay unconscious almost under it's rear wheels. He's on the mend anyway and will be back to normal in a few days, I'm sure ...... hopefully lesson learned. In the meantime he's milking his accident for all it's worth. Bless.

Re: Plan to get muddy together goes awry.

In Reply to: Re: Plan to get muddy together goes awry. posted by Jamie on May 02, 2018 at 18:17:32:

Blimey. Didn't realise it was that bad.

Re: Plan to get muddy together goes awry.

In Reply to: Re: Plan to get muddy together goes awry. posted by wetchas on May 03, 2018 at 08:33:51:

Jamie makes it sound far worse that it really was. The wheels of the truck were several yards away from where I fell and although a fellow worker shouted for the driver to stop, he had already done so as he had lost sight of me in his mirrors. Back at work tomorrow and feeling fine now. Thanks for your concern, Charlie, appreciate it.

Just got back from a cruise

I enjoy reading everyone's stories here, Chris, Jamie, Wetchas, Jonno, wet-scout, everyone. Thank you so much for sharing. Here is my latest adventure.

Just off a cruise and I thought I would share a nice evening. My significant other and I were on deck during the evening. This ship had an adult area with its own pool. Once the sun went down the temperatures tended to drop and the pool area was generally empty.
Late at night we tended to do a final deck walk before bed. I was dressed in my blue Vans, black socks, tan Levis jeans, orange boxer briefs and a gray polo. My partner was in casual shoes, white ankle socks, tan slacks and an orange and white polo. The adult pool was made up of two circular sections. Each surrounded by a large ledge. The one pool was only a few feet deep and had a large bench. It opened into the main pool which was about 5-6 feet deep. We had learned earlier that the water was very warm, even warmer than our home pool of 85F.
We decided to rest a minute and sat on the ledge, but our feet were outside the pool. Now my partner knows my preference for wet clothes, so my hopes were up a bit that at least one of us would be in that pool shortly.
The water was too far from the ledge to even try and put your hand in. I leaned back a bit to try but realized I wasn’t going to be successful. She said to try again. As I leaned over, she playfully tried to push me in. The fall to the water was a bit much for me so I fought back a bit. She said she was kidding. I moved my feet and legs to the top of the ledge in case she tried again and I could break my fall with my feet. Besides, I love wet Vans and was excited to see where this game would lead. These are a bit newer Vans that have not met the water. Yet.
She continued to try and push me, but I carefully stayed out while my nether regions were quickly getting involved in the game. So, eventually, I let her push my legs over the ledge and I allowed my Vans and socks into the pool. I expected that the pool guy who was always around would now ask us to leave. Instead, he walked away. He had to know I still had on shoes and socks and he didn’t care. Good for us. I stood on the step of the pool, the water reaching up to only my calves. By now the shoes were completely soaked as were my socks. This was enough to make me hard, wet shoes and socks always turn me on.
My partner continued to give my playful shoves, trying to get me off the bench. After a bit I gave in and stepped off the bench, the water now coming up to just above my knees. I could feel the water swirling around the bottoms of my jeans, socks and shoes. I then just sat on the bench, completely soaking my jeans and underwear. Once the underwear is wet, well my erection is now even further underway. She remained dry, sitting on the ledge. However, by now she had removed her shoes and socks, rolled up her slacks and was dipping her feet in the pool. As much as she knows how much I love wet clothes, she really doesn’t share the same enthusiasm.
I playfully tickled her feet and once in a while her foot would run them across my crotch, giving me a wonderful feeling. Thinking that might be a bit obvious, I asked her to sit next to me and to my surprise, she did, soaking her pants and panties. Well, if I wasn’t erect now, then I would never be!
I slid off the seat and flowed into the main pool, soaking my polo shirt. She soon followed, surprising me even more. Well, she explained, she knows how excited swimming in my clothes makes me and once in a while she wants to play along. How nice.
We floated along the side of the pool, where there was a bar to help us float in the deeper water. I relished the feel of my shoes, socks, pants, underwear and shirt in the pool. Been doing this for years and I never tire of it. I hope I never tire of it! She played with my pants and my log in my pants for a few minutes. Still, there was no one else around in or around the pool. She slyly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my Levis and pulled down the zipper and found my tool all erect inside my briefs. We’ve been traveling for several days and I had not cum in several days so I was ready. I went to help her out and she just shushed me and said this evening was for me. Well, okay then. She rubbed my dick through my briefs as she knows I love cumming in them. Normally, if we were at home, I shuck the Levis, removed my briefs and put the Levis back on and cum in them but that was too much for this rather public pool. No matter, I came anyway. It was a wonderful cum. She kept at it until I was spent and then put my pants back together.
After I had calmed myself, we climbed out of the pool and froze. There was a bit of a breeze you couldn’t feel in the pool and it wasn’t as warm as the Caribbean should be this time of year.
We quickly grabbed some towels and went back to our cabin. It was the best night of the cruise.
Keep your clothes wet everyone!
Dolby1000

Party Time......

We had a party last night (Sunday) to celebrate our 20th birthdays, mine a couple of weeks ago and Jamie's tomorrow; yesterday seemed the ideal date as everyone would have the chance to sober-up on the Bank Holiday. It was a beautiful sunny day too which was good.

We had given everyone a theme to dress to - "Double Denim - Distressed, Worn and Torn" - in the hope that no-one would object to getting their old denim clothes wet in the pool. Harry and Mike had volunteered to come over early in the day to help us set things up. Our parents had been invited to join friends at the Cheltenham Jazz Festival for the day followed by a BBQ at their friends, so we would have the house to ourselves.

When Harry and Mike turned up Mike was appropriately dressed in old worn jeans that fitted like a glove and a denim shirt that was very faded. Harry however was in dark blue jeans, white tee-shirt and a denim jacket that all looked almost new.

"Hi Harry - very smart, but what part of "Distressed, Worn and Torn" was so difficult to understand?" Jamie asked when he saw him "You must have some older jeans and so on than that."

"Well, now I am working, I though I might try to dress a bit smarter ....... you know, rather more 'responsible business man' that teenage layabout." Harry replied "So I cleared out my wardrobe of all the old stuff, these are the only ones I have now, I went and bought them just for tonight."

We had all burst out laughing as soon as Harry had said "responsible business man" - that is so NOT the Harry we know - and when able to control ourselves again Jamie said "I think we can sort this out - let me think it through for a bit - OH YES ............. grab him guys and let's go." Mike and I grabbed Harry and carried him out to the garage yard as we followed Jamie. Harry struggled at first but then decided to just go with the flow and let whatever Jamie had thought of to happen.

"Wait here a second" Jamie said as we reached the yard "just need a couple of things before we go on." and with that he went into his dad's workshop and came out with a plastic carrier bag holding something heavy from the look of it.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked.

"Into the woods." Jamie replied.

"I'll walk in that case, please; I'll come along quietly now." Harry said.

So we put him down and then we all walked to the woods where Jamie led us to the swamp area.

"OK, guys, just throw him in the swamp now." Jamie said. So we did as instructed. Harry didn't resist, he lay down and we picked him up by his ankles and wrists, swung him back and forth a few times and then dropped him in. He made a nice satisfyingly large splash as he landed.

"You can come out now." Jamie said as Harry stood up and waded to the side. He was of course soaked and covered in mud from head to toe. "Just come here and lie down on your back, please Harry."

When Harry was flat on his back, Jamie reached into the bag and produced a cordless detail sander.

When Harry heard it start-up he cried out "What the hell are you doing?"

"Stay still, this won't hurt I promise - you might even enjoy it - we only want to distress those jeans. Trust me." Jamie grinned.

"God help me - don't you dare get that thing near my bits, I swear I'll kill you!" Harry told him as he looked along his prone body as the bulge in his crotch twitched and grew noticeably more prominent.

Jamie bent down and placed the sander on Harry's knee and started to slowly rub it around and then up and down his thigh. The sander was fitted with a coarse grit paper and it didn't take long for the denim to begin to look well worn and roughed up. Harry, when asked, confirmed that he was OK and that the vibrations and rubbing did indeed feel rather good. It took a while to treat each leg and when Jamie moved to rub the sander across his groin and the fly, Harry protested.

"Hey, what did I tell you, Jamie?" Harry asked "Here, give me that thing, I'll do it myself thanks." And so he took the sander and continued with it, tentatively rubbing it over his bulge of his boner and along the button fly and even down between his legs and against the bulge of his balls.

Meanwhile Jamie reached into the bag again and produced a cordless drill fitted with a large circular wire brush attachment and then again a small Stanley knife.

"Happy if we rip your jeans a bit, Harry?" Jamie asked.

"Suppose so. What's the dill for?" Harry asked.

"Just to rough up the seams and pocket edges a bit more." Jamie said.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" Harry asked.

"Yup, a few times." Jamie said "We'll need to take those jeans off to finish off the treatment and the jacket as well."

So Harry took the jacket off and gave it to Mike who lay it on the ground and set to with the drill and wire brush, whilst Harry lay still as I made some small cuts just below each knee and then ripped the denim until he had a horizontal tear in each leg about four or five inches long. I did the same with one front pocket. We then turned Harry over so that he lay on his front and then did the sander treatment across his backside and back of his legs.

After we had finished as much as we could do with Harry wearing his jeans, he took them off and watched as Jamie dropped them in the muddiest part of the swamp and the lay them, caked in mud, on the ground and stomped and ground them into the stony path. We kicked them about and treated them as roughly as possible and then told Harry to put them back on. After that we headed back to the house, hosed Harry clean and told him to strip off the jeans and jacket again. Jamie then hung them up in the laundry room and sprayed them with a solution of watered down bleach and left them to hang for a while.

Whilst we waited for the bleach to work, Harry went for a swim and then had a hot shower. Jamie put the jeans and jacket in the washing machine for a quick rinse and when Harry put them on again the transformation was obvious. Instead of nice smart dark jeans and jacket, Harry was now wearing what looked like his favourite old gear, as though he had worn them everyday for the last few years. To celebrate the transformation, Harry jumped back in the pool and we all joined him.

We continued with getting things ready for the party in our wet clothes. It was funny watching Mike and Jamie. To comply with the "distressed, worn and torn" theme both of them were wearing old jeans and denim shirts. Jamie's had been his favourites some three years ago so to say that they were now a "snug fit" would be understating it - in short they were not only uncomfortably tight from the look of them, but had a few rips and threadbare patches in unfortunate places necessitating that he wear a pair of boxers to preserve his modesty. The snug shirt did show off his six-pack nicely though. Mike's jeans and shirt were much the same, just tighter around the nether regions so left absolutely nothing to the imagination. His shirt was so tight that he just left it unbuttoned - he might as well have not worn it really.

My own old 501s were a comfortably tight fit, my denim jacket was a bit tight under the arms but otherwise OK. I had experimented (unsuccessfully) with bleaching them both when I stopped wearing them regularly so they looked a bit odd.

Our guests all started arriving late afternoon and the party went well. Everyone had made the effort to comply with the theme. Most of the guys wore old jeans and denim shirts or jackets but a couple turned up in cut-offs and sleeveless shirts. The girls wore an assortment of jeans, skirts and cut-offs (some very short indeed). It didn't take long for people to start jumping in the pool and after an hour or two everyone was dripping wet and seemingly enjoying it.

Mike had suggested a bit of entertainment and before the music and dancing got going we went with his idea. Everyone was given a piece of paper, pink to the boys and blue to the girls, and they were asked to write down the name of the person of the opposite sex who looked hottest in their wet clothes - only one rule, you can't vote for your own boyfriend/girlfriend. Anyone unsure of a guest's name as they not met before to ask Jamie or me. We then counted up all the votes and announced the top six boys and top six girls. The next bit was the interesting one, we ushered all the girls out and lined the boys up along the side of the pool and bought one girl back in and asked her to judge the hottest wet guy, again not choosing the one she had voted for if he was among the six. She had the option of getting the boys wetter by use of a bucket of water and eliminated them one by one by pushing them backwards into the pool. She was also allowed to touch the boys in any way she liked so long as her hands stayed outside their clothes.

It was hilarious watching the boys as the first girl walked down the line. There was lots of shouting from the audience to "get him wet again" or "push him in". Jamie was among the six and he was eliminated third by the first girl; chosen as hottest by the second and was eliminated by the remaining four girls, 2nd, 4th, 5th and 1st respectively. So he got one vote in the final.

We did that with each of the other girls and in the end our old school friend Red was picked as the hottest guy in the room and was ceremoniously thrown off the top board into the pool.

We repeated the process with the boys as judges and after much hilarity and a few ill-judged gropings, for which Mike got a playful slap, our work colleague Daisy was chosen, deservedly so as she is a real stunner in the looks department and was wearing the sexiest denim hot-pants and shirt you are ever likely to see - she had been turning heads all evening.

After that bit of fun we get the proper food out and then danced the night away with many forays back into the pool for most people. The last of our guests departed at about three in the morning. As I write this at 10:30am Monday morning I can hear no sounds of anyone else getting up, just Jamie snoring away in his room on the far side of our study (he did have a few too many drinks last night, unusual for him), so when I finish my mug of coffee I shall go down to the pool and check that all is tidy down there before our parents get home, we did a pretty good job of clearing up before going to bed so I might even have time for a swim as well.

Re: Party Time......

In Reply to: Party Time...... posted by Chris on May 08, 2018 at 07:12:06:

That must have been a great party. I might pinch your idea of the theme and suggest it to my boys next time they have a party. The "hottest guy and gal" game sounds like it could be fun and just risqué enough to appeal to older teens. Thanks for posting, and Happy Birthday to Jamie for today if I read it aright.

Re: Party Time......

In Reply to: Re: Party Time...... posted by wetchas on May 08, 2018 at 12:12:18:

A great party, everyone enjoyed it I think. Judging from the growing boner that Harry had as Jamie distressed his jeans, we all think Harry did as well but he denies it and says it was just the vibrations from the sander.

A day on my own

Wednesday 23rd May 11:25.

After a few lovely sunny days, it is cloudy and cooler today which is disappointing as I am off work for the day after an early appointment with my physio to get some adjustments to my leg - my gait has been affected over time and is causing pain in my hips and muscles in the small of my back, some fine tuning should cure that, she says; time will tell - and now, come mid-morning, I have the rest of the day to myself.

The house is empty as my dad is at work and mum has gone off with aunt Pam to their regular stint helping at a local charity shop. I am sitting by the pool writing this and it looks so inviting that I think a swim is in order. I'm wearing a new pair of green coloured Wrangler jeans, Texas stretch, a short-sleeved shirt by Gap that has a tropical print of bright multi-coloured flowers on a dark green background, green Gap boxer-briefs, green socks and a pair of leather deck-shoes. None of which have yet been in the pool.

I'll take a break from this for now and write more later today.

Wednesday 18:30

The swim this morning was great. The green jeans turned lovely and shiny and a much darker shade (almost black) when wet and the shirt felt amazing. It's very light weight and 100% Rayon and clings beautifully. After swimming a few lengths and having a few jumps and dives from the top board I lay on a lilo in the pool with the occasional roll-off into the water to get thoroughly wet again. After an hour or so the sun came out and I sat in one of the chairs on the side with a mug of coffee (dad recently had the brilliant idea of putting a couple of kitchen units with a sink and worktop in the corner of the pool area to house a small fridge, crockery, a coffee machine and a supply of snacks; saves us all being told off by mum for traipsing through the house in wet clothes) and enjoyed the feeling of my wet clothes gradually dripping dry. I stayed in the pool until having a snack for lunch and sat with a cold beer afterwards.

I've not been out to the woods for a while and whilst sitting with my beer I got to thinking how good it would be to get thoroughly muddy again, and as I thought about it the usual thing happened and I started to get a boner, which was trying to tent out my jeans despite my snug underwear, so I decided to give in to temptation and headed out to the woods. By the time I arrived at the muddy ride on the far side of the woods I had had to adjust myself to get comfortable on a couple of occasions and me and my boner were both really looking forward to a good mudding. Both ends of the ride are in shadow for most of the day from the surrounding trees so despite the recent dry sunny weather they remain largely wet and very muddy. The mud in the more central areas is usually thick and has a crusty layer on top except when Gareth, the local farmer's son, has been up with his water bowser so that he and his rugby-playing mates can have some muddy fun. Today I splashed down into the deepest mud I could find, it was about knee-deep when I waded in, but falling forward flat on my face resulted in me getting totally immersed, which felt amazing, as ever. I rolled over and let the mud's wetness soak through my clothes. When I stood up I watched the mud roll down me and splash back into the pool around my knees. I shook the mud off my hands and wiped it from my face and mostly from my hair by brushing my hands back from my forehead. My clothes were plastered to my body, I couldn't resist standing still and just gently rubbing my boner through my jeans and boxer-briefs until I shot my load. I headed to a wetter pool, mostly water, and knelt down in it and splashed water over my front until I was a bit cleaner, then lay back down in it until my clothes were largely free of the thick mud. I slipped a hand inside my jeans played with my self until hard again and then just let the water swish around my body as I lay there and rocked from side to side, enjoying the look of the muddy water washing back and forth across my jeans and shirt.

I walked along the length of the ride, splashing through the muddy bits and getting stuck for a bit in one particularly thick mud pool when my weight pushed me through the crusty covering. That was fun. I had one last wallow in a muddy pool and ended by dropping my jeans and opening my shirt before splashing down. The feel of the mud inside my clothes when I stood up and pulled my jeans up and buttoned up the shirt again, gave me another boner so I headed to the flooded dell and jumped in there where I was able to deal with the boner as I trod water and the mud washed out of my clothes as I splashed around afterwards.

After that I went back to the house and arrived back just a Kayne got home from school. He was walking down the drive as I got to the garage yard. He thought it very funny to discover me soaked and still a bit muddy. He volunteered to hose me down and then he went off to change out of his school uniform before he joined me in the pool. He's very proud of his school uniform and refuses to get it wet. I'm sure he will eventually after he's got more used to wearing a suit everyday and doesn't think it smart any more.

He had changed into a pair of cut-off jeans (very worn and faded and an extremely snug fit) and a black tee-shirt. He's shot up and filled out since they came to live here. He's mad keen on sports and although not 14 until September has started to look quite muscular. He swam in just his cut-offs and after a bit of fun fooling around with me boosting him up in the air from below the surface (he's too heavy to do it for long) and him trying to teach me to do a back-flip into the pool from the side - difficult with just one leg with muscles - we sat and chatted until he asked if I'd help him with some maths homework. I went and changed into some dry shorts whilst he fetched his books from their flat and we were still struggling with that (well, I was! - I was never that good at maths, particularly algebra) when my mum and aunt Pam got home.

Chris got home from work a little while later and first thing he said, rather than asking how I'd got on with physio and so on, was ........

"Had a good day lounging around then, you lazy bu**er?"

followed by ............

"Still got the other leg, I see. They didn't decide to take that off as well? You know, just to even you up?"

I pushed him in the pool, work clothes and all. With friends like that.............

He was not very happy as he had his wallet in his pocket. He did look pretty good clambering out of the pool in his baggy cargoes (navy blue) with the pockets all pouring water through the drain holes, and a maroon polo-shirt all clinging to him. He got me back by throwing me in as well, but as I was only wearing khaki shorts and briefs, I didn't mind in the least.

Anyway, we stayed in the pool until my dad got home and then we all decided it would be a great idea to have a BBQ for supper.

22:10

The BBQ was great and I think I've had one too many beers as I am feeling a bit light-headed and have work tomorrow, so thought I better post this before heading to bed.

Re: A day on my own

In Reply to: A day on my own posted by Jamie on May 23, 2018 at 21:55:53:

Such a great story. I am, as is usual when I read your posts, envious of your pool and muddy field! I would be in both everyday. What color were your briefs when you had your shorts on?

Re: A day on my own

In Reply to: Re: A day on my own posted by wiley on May 25, 2018 at 00:42:02:

Thanks, glad you enjoyed it. To answer your question, my briefs were patterned, grey and red splodges of colour as the background with several random bright yellow starbursts, I guess you'd call them; there are only five, three on the buttocks and two on the front, if I tuck myself in at just the right position one of them occurs just at the most prominent part of my bulge (which looks spectacular, I have been told by my girl Sue...... ha ha). I can't remember the brand as I cut the label off (maybe NEXT) but they are low-rise and a snug fit and exceptionally comfortable and feel great when wet. The khaki shorts are definitely from NEXT and have a 7 inch inseam so are not too short, they turn a nice shiny dark shade when wet.

Re: A day on my own

In Reply to: A day on my own posted by Jamie on May 23, 2018 at 21:55:53:

Wow, great story of your "day off" - although hardly that given you had to see the physio, hope the adjustments are working OK and you are seeing a relief of any pain - I would just love to get as muddy as that simply to see what it is like. Now that summer is here we have been really busy at the café and have started opening on our normal "day off" so am working 6 days a week and seven on Bank Holidays so not much chance to get wet and muddy at the moment, although Gavin did push me in the canal as we walked home the other day after I made a derogatory remark about the haircut he gave a lad (woah, poor guy has to live with it now until it grows again........) very ill advised but it was what the guy wanted, so what do you do? I won't let Gavin near my hair after that, I'll go elsewhere....

Re: A day on my own

In Reply to: Re: A day on my own posted by Jamie on May 25, 2018 at 06:25:13:

Thanks for the details. Glad to hear there are others out there who wear briefs when they get wet! They are my favorite to get soaked in.

Re: A day on my own

In Reply to: Re: A day on my own posted by wiley on May 25, 2018 at 23:06:16:

Yup, I prefer briefs when I wear shorts but boxer-briefs for jeans or trousers if I don't go commando.

At school we had to wear Speedos for swimming in the school teams (or jammers if you were really competitive) so I am quite used to being seen in tight fitting briefs. In fact we usually wear Speedos for our morning exercise swim at home.

Re: A day on my own

In Reply to: Re: A day on my own posted by Josh on May 25, 2018 at 19:12:52:

Thanks, it was a fun day. I can feel a change in my gait already and have not suffered any new back pain. It is surprising how just a small change in the way the knee bends (the angle and resistance) can make a big change. Once one leg changes it affects the other as well (whether that be the real or artificial leg that is "adjusted" by the way I move or by mechanical adjustment). Everything affects everything else in some way so it is rather trial and error. Overall I have about 80 to 90% of my original full-bodied mobility, which is far better than I had ever imagined.

Dunk tank experience

Got a text from Harry on Saturday suggesting that we join him for the day on Bank Holiday Monday (i.e. today) to go to a fund-raising fête that our school's "old boys" association was running. The association owns a large house that adjoins the school grounds (it was bequeathed by a former headmaster back in the 1920s sometime). The house is rather grand in the mock-Tudor style and is used as a club house for members of the association with a bar, restaurant, billiard room, library and a few bedrooms to stay in if you now live far away. They have a regular programme of gatherings for members as well.

So Chris and I decided we'd join Harry, Mike and a few others for the day. My dad went to the school as well (1987 - 93 I think) so he and mum said they would also go along. Chris' parents are away in Germany on one of his company conferences. Harry gave us instructions to look smart as his dad is on the association committee and didn't want Harry or his friends "letting the side down; I'm sure they can all dress smartly for a change, Harry, and not look like a group of tramps for a change!" - Charming! Odd chap, Harry's dad; very concerned with keeping-up appearances.

Anyway we complied, just to humour him, and to save Harry getting a lecture. So everyone turned out in smart chinos and shirts (no jeans or tee-shirts) and we arrived soon after the event had started at noon. Harry's dad was on the gate taking admission money and we even got a begrudging "very smart, lads" from him. I don't know why he was being so particular as there were plenty of other guys there from our year and above us who were dressed more casually in jeans and so on.

There were all the usual sorts of stalls - cakes, white elephant, burger stand, shove half-penny, coconut shy, guess the number of marbles in a jar etc. etc. - so we had a go at most things and met quite a few old school friends that we had not seen for a while. After we had eaten burgers for our lunch, we heard the sound of engines running and someone said "At last, they've got the go carts running." so we headed through the gate at the bottom of the lawn onto the school playing fields and found a whole load more activities going on or being set up.

We joined the queue for the go carts and had a session on them, which was great fun. The track was laid out between hay bales and it didn't take long to do a lap but the organisers were running ten lap races for five carts at a time. I was beaten to first place by a twelve year old boy (how humiliating is that?) the younger brother of an old classmate, and Mike came in third behind me. Harry won his race - who knew he was that good a driver? none of us certainly, going on previous experience as his passengers - and Chris came third behind our friends Ali and Red. We all said we'd come back later and have another go, maybe ask if we could all be in one race together. Each of us expressed the view that we'd win such a race easily - come on, I mean we're all brilliant drivers, right?

As we walked away from that we saw that a dunk tank had opened for business. It was being run by a group of guys who had been a couple of years ahead of us, some of whom Chris and I knew from the swim-team when we had first joined it.

"Now that is something we must see." said Harry.

"Are you going to volunteer, Harry?" Mike grinned.

"Are you kidding? Dad would kill me if I did" Harry said "It's all 'You're past that sort of thing now, my lad.' he thinks I should act like an adult now I work for him."

"No you're not - I'll do it if you will - all for a good cause!" Mike said "Bugger what your old man thinks ..... just do it."

A crowd was gathering around to watch and have a go at unseating someone. After a few moments a guy I remember as Peter appeared and climbed up to the seat. He was dressed in floral-print swim-shorts and a green tee-shirt. There were a few cries of "Why aren't you fully dressed?" from a couple of young lads in the crowd to which Peter replied by inviting them to take his place next if they dared.

Peter didn't have to wait long to get wet as he was tipped in at the second go by one of the lads who had called out. He went down with a very satisfying splash and a huge cheer from the crowd. When he stood up with the water lapping around his shoulders, he was grinning widely and gave a thumbs up to the lad who had dunked him. He clambered out and back up to the seat and was soon dunked again and again, after which he asked if there were any volunteers who wanted a go or he'd get another of his group to take his place. Mike stepped forward.

"Yes, I'll volunteer and so will my friend Harry after me, if that's OK?" Mike said as he went forward pushing Harry ahead of him. There was a loud cheer from the crowd.

"Oh right! That's good of you, but are you sure ........ we could lend you some shorts if you want to change." Peter said as he looked them up and down.

"No need - it won't be the first time we've got wet fully dressed." Mike said "and it's Peter isn't it? We were a couple of years behind you."

"Yes, that's right. Nice to see you again; so, who's going to get wet first?" Peter laughed.

Mike climbed up onto the seat and made himself comfortable. He got a cheer from the crowd as he gave a thumbs-up and waited for someone to have the first throw at the target bullseye that would tip him in. One of the teenagers was first and he had his three throws and was unsuccessful. Chris and I joined the queue to buy some balls - they were restricting everyone to three for £1 - but before we got our chance to dunk Mike another person did so. He hit the water with a huge splash as he spread out his arms and legs. There was long silence as we waited for him to surface and climb out and when he did he got a huge cheer as everyone saw what he looked like totally soaked. He was wearing dark blue slim-fit chinos, a blue and white check short-sleeved shirt, blue socks and canvas shoes - all of which looked fabulously shiny with the shirt clinging nicely too. Mike climbed back onto the seat and was promptly dunked again by the very next throw. He survived the first of Chris' throws but went down again on his second. After that Mike gave up his seat to Harry and Chris' third throw failed to dunk him.

Then it was my turn to have my three throws at the target. My first shot saw Harry splash down in a very satisfactory way. His tan chinos and plain orange shirt turned a nice darker shade when wet and both clung to him in a very revealing manner as he climbed out and back onto the seat. My second shot dunked him again, as did my third surprisingly. Harry got a huge cheer each time he fell in and one girl even wolf-whistled him as he climbed out for the third time and turned to give everyone a bow. He was grinning from ear to ear and obviously enjoying himself.

We joined Harry and Mike as one of the other organisers climbed up to take his seat. He was wearing black skinny-fit jeans and a black tee-shirt, he had tattoos down both arms and one on the side of his neck showing above his collar. He was dunked on a girl's second throw and when he climbed back onto the seat he pulled off his tee-shirt to reveal a huge tattoo of an angel that spread down the centre of his chest with the wings spread sideways up to his shoulders and around to his back. I'm not a fan of tattoos, but it looked amazing and was beautifully drawn. He got a few shouts of appreciation from the crowd.

"Wow, doesn't look like the average 'old boy' with tattoos like that, does he?" Harry remarked "Wonder where he got that done."

"Why don't you ask him - he'll be out in a minute, that's his third time in the water ...... someone else's turn." Mike said.

"That'll be me then." I said and I went over and volunteered. Peter was delighted to see me as he was due to have another go himself if no-one had volunteered.

"Hi Jamie, great to see you again. How are you, I heard you and Chris had been in an accident a while ago? Sounded very nasty from what I was told."

"I'm fine now that I've got this new leg" I said as I tapped my leg "it's better than the real thing in many ways. Thanks for asking. It was pretty ghastly at the time."

"Oh sorry, I'd no idea it was as bad as that. I was told that you'd just been smashed about badly. Sorry to have asked ..... really I am." Peter replied looking embarrassed.

"No need to apologise ......" I said "Can I give you my wallet and keys to hang onto whilst I get do this?"

"Yes of course. I'll pass them to Chris, shall I?" Peter asked.

"Yes, thanks. He'll probably volunteer as well, knowing him."

After I had settled onto the seat I looked across to see who was ready to throw and just had time to spot that it was the twelve-year-old who had beaten me on the go-karts - great! I just had time to wave at the crowd before I was unceremoniously dunked. That was quick. I survived the lad's next two throws and then saw Harry step up to have a go. His first throw didn't even hit the target, his second missed the bullseye by inches but the third one was bang on target and I got my second dunking. My third came just two throws later at the hands of the guy with the tattoos who was still soaking wet and obviously keen to get someone else wet. My khaki chinos and green and yellow check shirt felt good when wet and the chinos were nice and shiny too as the water poured out of them as I climbed out.

Chris was on after me. He was dunked within minutes by the tattoo guy and then a couple of throws later, twice in quick succession, by a young boy who had a helping hand from his dad. Chris' stone chinos turned semi-transparent when wet and clearly showed his black boxer-briefs and the outlines of all the pockets and so on as they clung to him. His white polo shirt was the same. He got a few shouted comments like "Nice pants, mate!" and just grinned and shouted out that they were "by Calvin Klein if you want some like it, mate."

After the four of us had got soaked we tried to persuade Ali and Red to have a go as well, but they declined. We wandered around the other stalls in our wet clothes, getting a few odd looks and some thumbs-up from a few people. Eventually we ran into my parents.

"I might have guessed you lot would find some way of getting wet. What have you been doing?" my dad asked.

"There's a dunk-tank in the playing fields and a go-kart circuit as well. Want to have a race - I think I could take you easily on go-karts.............." I laughed.

"In your dreams - I was driving karts before you were born." dad replied.

"OK - want a bet?" I asked.

"Yes, any thing." dad grinned "Money? How about £20?"

"Money is boring" Chris interrupted "Why not the loser volunteers for the dunk tank?"

"That's good, suits me, I'm wet already - not that I'll be losing anyway. Dad?" I asked "Feeling confident?"

Dad looked at mum for support but she just smiled and mouthed the words 'don't be a spoilsport' so he caved in.

"Go on then. I'll speak to you later Chris" he muttered as he walked away "No respect for your elders and betters, that's your problem."

"I just thought you'd like to cool down on this muggy afternoon, uncle Dan." Chris laughed.

So we all headed for the kart track. There was only a small crowd of people watching and some youngsters were having a race. I spoke to the organiser and we stood to one side until the others have finished their race and then my dad, Chris, Harry, Mike and I step forward and claim a kart each. I got to the first corner before everyone else but am harried by Chris who nudges my back wheel and we both slide to the side of the track as my dad sped past on the inside with Harry hot on his tail. My dad was ahead of me for the next couple of laps and then he spun out at the second to last corner and was t-boned by Mike as he tried to get going again. Chris and I pass them both and Chris crosses the finish line just ahead of me and Harry. My dad came in fourth with Mike retiring as he was unable to get his kart going again.

"What was that we were saying about the dunk-tank earlier?" Harry says as we are taking our helmets off as dad and the others wander over to join us.

"I think dad agreed to volunteer for it if he didn't win the race............." I replied "Oh look here comes the champ .......... oh no! what do you mean 'he didn't win' it was going to be so easy, he said ............. ready to go for a swim dad?"

"Ha ha very funny!" my dad grimaced "I don't suppose we could do best of three races?"

"When, after you've done the dunk tank you mean?" I asked all innocence "We could do that if you want another excuse to get wet a second time."

"Was it King Lear who lamented having an ungrateful child? Never liked that play, but I'm beginning to empathise with him now." dad remarked "Do you other boys treat your dads like this ...... this ...... son of mine?"

"Yup, if he deserves it..........." and "He doesn't make silly bets with me any more - he learned the perils of doing that when I was fourteen." and "Yup, he still hasn't learned the lesson about boasting about his younger days, poor old sod!" were just some of the answers he got.

"Come on then, let's get this over with." dad said as he laughed and headed off to the dunk tank.

When we got to the dunk tank Peter was once again on the seat above the water and was plunged in again as we approached. We waited for him to finish his stint and then pushed dad forward as a volunteer. In a moment of weakness I volunteered to join him and we both climbed up and sat on the plank and waited for our dunking. It didn't take long as Harry and Mike both purchased some balls and on the second throw by Harry we were in the water. We stayed long enough for Mike and the others to all have a go and were both dunked another four times by the time they were done. Dad took it all in good humour and got a cheer from the spectators every time he climbed out. Give him his due, for an "old guy" (he's 44 this year) he looks fit and his black chinos and black and white polo-shirt looked spectacular when wet.

The only downside to the day was Chris insisting that we strip to our underwear for the drive home in his car. I would have happily walked but the others insisted on going by car and they stripped me before I could get away. We ended the day by inviting everyone to stay for a BBQ and we were joined by the other guy's parents, siblings and girlfriends - all a bit short notice but they are all family friends anyway and are used to us doing things off the cuff. Everyone turned up in swimwear and we ended the evening with almost everyone in the pool or having been in at some stage.

Kayne disgraced himself by putting bubble-bath in the jacuzzi which caused some amusement and earned him a severe telling off - the impact of which was rather spoiled by his mum, who had been one of the direct victims, getting a fit of the giggles as she was in mid "angry tirade" - and to his credit he did admit it was him. He will be busy most of his half-term holiday cleaning out the jacuzzi, I think, and doing other chores if his mum has any say in the matter.

Re: Dunk tank experience

In Reply to: Dunk tank experience posted by Jamie on May 28, 2018 at 23:15:17:

It was a fun day and I even managed to avoid my dad seeing me wet whilst we were at the fete. He did see me in the pool at the BBQ later, but he could hardly complain as he was in the pool fully clothed as well. I really liked the look of that guy's tattoo and did manage to ask where he got it done, so might even go along and see what I could have done, something more discreet I think, but I've always fancied getting one.

Re: Dunk tank experience

In Reply to: Dunk tank experience posted by Jamie on May 28, 2018 at 23:15:17:

have been on a dunk tank only once and enjoyed it bigtime - was in jeans, buttondown and western boots - would have participated in yours with no hesitation!

Re: Dunk tank experience

In Reply to: Re: Dunk tank experience posted by Harry on May 29, 2018 at 09:43:42:

I wonder what your dad would have said if we had come across him during the day? Look forward to seeing your tattoo in due course ........ if you are brave enough, of course.

Re: Dunk tank experience

In Reply to: Re: Dunk tank experience posted by swimmerrat on May 30, 2018 at 03:42:33:

They are fun, I agree. I was surprised that there were so few people volunteering for it. We only saw two guys doing it apart from us four and the two guys running it, Peter and the guy with the tattoo.

Re: Water fight

In Reply to: Re: Water fight posted by Wet-scout on June 14, 2018 at 07:44:55:

Thanks for the reply. Jamie and I used to share clothes, particularly when getting wet or muddy, as we are more or less the same size but being different colouring entirely (me blond hair and Jamie dark hair) we had no chance of playing at changing identity. That must a fun thing to do - if only to annoy an adult. Any chance that we might hear directly from your three boys themselves? Or would you rather that they didn't know about your posts?

Re: Water fight

In Reply to: Re: Water fight posted by Chris on June 16, 2018 at 08:22:39:

My boys have seen my posts on here and have been visiting regularly since they were told about it by a friend in January. I'd be quite happy if they posted about themselves on here, it is entirely up to them. I've enjoyed reading the posts from you and Jamie - all very entertaining and good reads. Keep up the good work.

Harry gets a tattoo

Harry came round early today (Saturday) to join us for our usual early morning swim. Chris and his Dad were already in the pool and busy ploughing up and down and I was sitting on the side waiting for my Dad and Harry to join us. My Dad is always the last to get ready for some reason and he had just joined us all when Harry came out of the shower room. He was wearing his usual bright red Speedos but we all gasped and took a another glance as he removed the towel from around his neck to reveal the most enormous tattoo across his chest. He hadn't joined us at all during the last couple of weeks and wouldn't say why just that he had been busy at work organising stock-takes for the various shops and businesses that he and his Dad run, but now he admitted that it was because he had been having the inking done and then waiting for the soreness to subside.

The design is an eagle with its wings extended, seen as from below, with it's tail feathers extending down to his sternum and upper stomach area and the wings outspread sideways just above his nipples and stretching across to his arm pits and shoulders. It is drawn in a minimalist style, all flat planes and sharp angles, but unmistakably an eagle and done in black with just the eyes in red. Harry claims that it didn't hurt a bit, but I don't believe that; he's a braver man than me.

"So, Harry, what does your Mum think of that?" my Dad asked after we had all recovered from the shock of the first sighting.

"She hasn't seen it yet........and please don't tell her if you see her. I'll do that in my own good time. Dad thinks it looks cool - he has a tattoo of his own, you know...." Harry laughed.

"Really? Never noticed anything when he's been here swimming." my Dad said.

"You wouldn't ...... it would be under his swimmers." Harry replied "Even naked you'd be hard-pressed to notice, it is just here....." Harry pointed at his crotch just above his bulge "..... not somewhere that you'd inspect too closely.............. and is very small, a heart with an arrow through it. He had it done when he was in the army, he was nineteen apparently and madly in love with someone."

"Not your Mum then?" I observed as we all knew the oft-repeated story of how they had first met at his 21st birthday party.

"No." Harry laughed "A German girl called Anya or Annie I think, they had a brief fling and he lost his virginity to her on their first date, they broke up when he was posted back home four months later."

"He told you all this, did he?" I asked.

"Yes, we had one of those in depth conversations after I showed him this....... he got quite emotional - I did rather wonder what he was doing when he pulled his underpants down just enough to show me his tattoo......." Harry grinned.

After our swim Harry stayed for breakfast and then when it turned out that Chris and his parents were going out for the day and my parents were off to do some shopping and meeting friends for lunch, we decided to take the opportunity to go and get really muddy in the woods. Harry has not been out there for a while and as it was a lovely sunny day again and neither of us had anything else planned it seemed like a no-brainer for a bit of fun. If it was going to be as hot as this last week the mud would be nice and cooling as well. I gave Harry the choice of my old clothes to wear as he didn't want to get his smart gear muddy, before heading out on the quadbikes.

Harry had grabbed an old pair of 501s (which he wore over his wet swimming trunks) a yellow tee-shirt, blue socks and some old trainers. I pulled on a pair of old faded grey slim-fit jeans, black briefs, a lime green tee-shirt, black socks and black canvas shoes. I like the grey jeans as they turn a nice shiny dark shade when wet and seem to stay slippery with mud longer than denim jeans, they also cling nicely which I find a real turn on as I move around - a bit weird I know, but I like it.

I suggested that we go to the swampy area first as we had recently tried to make it more "muddy" than "wet and swampy" and none of us had yet tried to ride the quadbikes through it. Harry drove straight in without even stopping to check the best route and instantly sank so that the mud was just below his knees as he sat on the seat, the front reared-up as he opened up the throttle and the back wheels sank deeper and Harry was instantly up to his chest in mud as he tried to hang on. And then he stalled the engine. My dad fitted snorkel air intakes and exhausts to both the quads when we refurbished them last year, so Harry could do no real harm except if he sank it completely by rolling it over or something. I tried shouting advice to him but he knew best - as is often the case with him - and promptly jumped off the bike and into the mud. He sank to his chest and then tried restarting the quad from the side. I told him to just use gentle throttle and let the quad ease itself forward as the tyres acted as floats and paddles, but no, Harry knew best again and gunned it to full throttle. Suddenly, sitting watching from the side, I was enveloped in a rain-storm of liquid mud as the wheels threw up a rooster-tail of muck. Harry got the full force of the mud thrown up by the front wheels so we were both completed plastered, quite literally. I wiped the mud off my face and looked at Harry.

"OOOPS!!" Harry called "That didn't go as planned............"

"Really? I'd never have guessed. Fool! Why don't you just do as you are told?" I asked "Stay there, let me sort you out."

So saying I stepped off my quad and waded into the mud and across to where Harry was stuck. The mud felt wonderful as it sloshed around me as I made my way towards him, I was instantly soaked through and could feel the mud seeping inside my jeans from the waistband down and my briefs became mud sodden as well.

I hauled myself up onto the quad and did exactly as I had suggested to Harry and slowly but surely it started to edge forward through the mud. Harry followed me out of the mud and gave a final shove as the quad climbed out of the mud and up the bank. I pushed Harry back into the mud as punishment for getting us both soaked and he emerged even more muddy and laughing as well.

"OK, OK, I deserved that." Harry laughed as he looked down at the mud slowly rolling off his body "It does feel good though."

"So I see!" I said as I looked at his mud soaked, clinging jeans and tee which revealed exactly how excited he was.

I drove the quad back round to where I had left mine and then suggested Harry have another go at riding through the mud again, but this time to do it as I had told him. In the end we both drove through at the same time and both got thoroughly soaked again with the quads sinking above the saddles as we surged through and climbed the far bank. After that we drove to the muddy ride and raced each other along it's length splashing through the water in the ruts and few pools, getting each other soaked through with the splashes from the quads.

Harry suggested we go and wash off the mud in the flooded dell and then come back to get thoroughly muddy again as he found the experience of getting freshly muddy a real thrill. We splashed around in the dell for a while, swinging out over the water on the rope and making the biggest splash as we could. The water was almost warm after the few sunny days we have had and we stayed there for almost a hour, I guess, before heading back to the muddy ride. Harry stopped his quad next to a muddy rut, got off and threw himself face down into the mud before rolling onto his back and smoothing the mud over himself, rubbing it into his jeans across his groin and thighs and then across his chest and stomach.

"Come on in, the mud is lovely!" Harry grinned as I watched him.

I splashed down next to him and we rolled around in the mud until I was as muddy again as he was. As I lay on my back Harry rubbed handfuls of mud into my clothes and splashed water over me.

"How would you feel about me doing this to you?" Harry asked as he smeared more mud across my groin and rubbed harder when his fingers felt my growing boner.

"Very happy indeed........" I laughed as he rubbed more vigorously and then pushed his hand between my legs and started rubbing mud into that area as well "....... and even more so when you do that!"

After I had returned the favour for Harry we went back to the flooded dell and got clean again. I was still feeling horny and started rubbing myself as I stood with the water lapping around my chin. Harry came up behind me and pushed himself against my back before reaching around and pulling my hands away and resuming the rubbing himself. It felt wonderful under water and Harry started thrusting his own growing boner against my bum as we stood there.

After that bit of fun we headed back to the house, spent a while washing mud off the quad-bikes and hosing the last of the mud off each other. We spent the rest of the morning in the pool still wearing our wet clothes. Harry stayed for some lunch and then he suggested we go get muddy again, just a "quick dip" as he put it. We just leaving when Kevin appeared and on being told what we going to do asked if he could join us. He was wearing navy blue Adidas tracksuit bottoms and a green Adidas tee-shirt. He had a pair of Speedo trunks on under his tracksuit bottoms as he had intended just going for a swm. He was also wearing grey trainers.

We walked to the swamp area rather than taking the quad-bikes and as soon as we got there Harry dared Kevin to jump straight in and see who could jump furthest into the mud. Kevin agreed and Harry jumped about six feet out from the bank and fell flat on his face with a huge splat. He rolled over and watched to see what Kevin would do. Kevin walked back a way and then ran up to the bank before taking off, he soared past Harry and landed feet first a good six or seven feet beyond him, sinking up to his waist.

"Hey, that's not fair! You took a run up, I dared you to just jump from the edge of the bank." Harry protested.

"I did jump from the edge of the bank ........... you never said anything about doing a standing jump." Kevin laughed.

"I think he's got you there, Harry! I would have done the same given that challenge." I said.

With that Harry crawled across the mud until he grabbed Kevin by the shoulders and they wrestled around as Harry tried to duck him under the mud. He succeeded eventually but not until he and Kevin were both completely covered. They crawled out of the thicker mud and then we all splashed down where it was a bit more liquid and they both proceeded to get me a muddy as they were. After that we crawled out and lay down in the stream to get clean. The water was cold but it was a nice feeling laying there as the water washed over us. We then waded along the stream back towards the point where it passes the bottom of the garden as it slopes away from the house. We got back to the house just as my parents arrived home.

"What did I say, Mary, as we drove home?" my Dad asked Mum as they watched us approach the car as they were getting out.

"That we'd probably find the boys either wet, muddy or both. And of course you were right." Mum said "Well, no harm, so long as I don't have to do their laundry."

"Keeps us active and not sitting around playing computer games." I said.

"Anyway, they look very nice when wet, I think." Mum grinned "All those nice muscles ..............."

"Bet you wouldn't say that about me, dear!" Dad observed.

"When you were their age, I may well have done so......." Mum laughed.

"Hey, Harry, show Mum your tattoo." I said to change the subject.

"Oh, Harry, you haven't had a tattoo done - a nice lad like you, spoiling your good looks with a tattoo." Mum remarked.

"Yes 'fraid so!" Harry grinned and then pulled off his tee-shirt.

"Oh my goodness - what have you done? What did your poor mother say?" Mum looked aghast.

"She hasn't seen it yet. Maybe when I get home........" Harry said "Sorry you don't like it. My Dad approves though."

"It's a nice design ......... better than a lot you see boys with ........ but I just don't like tattoos, full stop." Mum said "Sorry, Harry........"

"So you wouldn't approve of me getting one?" I asked.

"You haven't Jamie, have you? Please say no......" Mum pleaded.

"No, no .......... not yet!" I grinned "It all sounds too painful to me - I've had enough of that with this leg, don't want any more, thank you."

"Very sensible." Mum said as she patted my shoulder "Why don't you all go and get into some dry clothes and I'll make a cup of tea. We bought some nice cakes home, they looked so good in the bakery window I couldn't resist them. We'll be sitting on the terrace."

Harry went home after tea. I got a text from him later saying that he had shown his tattoo to his Mum and ........... she had approved of it! Turns out she has a "thing" for young guys with tattoos but had never admitted it to anyone before.

Re: Harry gets a tattoo

In Reply to: Harry gets a tattoo posted by Jamie on July 01, 2018 at 09:59:15:

Funny story. Love the idea that one of you "posh" lads have got a tattoo. I've often thought about it but never been sure about what design I might like done; I wouldn't want to end up with something I later hated. I rather like those Maori inspired designs that wind around the body with bold geometric shapes interwoven together. I don't think the potential pain of having one done would put me off, but I might change my mind, having once experienced it. Some people say it doesn't hurt at all.

Re: Harry gets a tattoo

In Reply to: Re: Harry gets a tattoo posted by wetchas on July 02, 2018 at 08:31:40:

Ha Ha - Jamie and Chris do sound "posh", don't they? They live in what would seem to be an enormous house, nay a "mansion", in extensive grounds with a swimming pool. They seem to drive expensive cars (a BMW i3 and a Renault Zoe - I do approve of electric cars though) and most of their friends seem quite well off too. Their dads are well qualified senior managers (an aeronautical engineer and a research chemist) in top notch (and no doubt well paid) jobs. They both went to an independent school. I know they are now both basically apprentice craftsmen - a manual trade - but they work for a family firm of high-end builders and expect to be owners/managers/partners in due course. All that smacks of being "posh" in my book. Nothing against that, good luck to them. They come across as a couple of nice guys who enjoy having a bit of wet fun and the occasional risqué encounter with their male friends, even better for a gay reader like me. I enjoy their stories and look forward to many more.

Re: Harry gets a tattoo

In Reply to: Re: Harry gets a tattoo posted by Josh on July 01, 2018 at 22:53:26:

We both had a good laugh at the thought that we might be "posh". We had friends at school who were properly posh and are in line to inherit a dukedom or earldom in due course along with much land and a stately home or castle - that is posh, not us. Our dads have good jobs and salaries but we only live in a big house because all the respective families pooled their resources and bought a run-down place to convert into several homes in the same building. We did go to a good private independent school, but it isn't an Eton or Harrow and Jamie went because his dad is an old boy and liked his time there and my parents only paid for it when we got back from America for a couple of years until we left.

Harry is the son of a shop keeper and Mike of a car dealer, nothing posh there, and Mari and Sue are from ordinary families as well. We have one good friend, Red, who is from a wealthy family who inherited it rather than earned it and a less posh bloke it would be hard to find.

We are lucky that we live in a nice house with a swimming pool and that our dads earn enough that we can live in comfort and want for nothing much, but we don't live an extravagant life with fast cars, many parties and costly holidays. And there is no chance that either of us could ever lead a life of luxury and not have to work for a living, we just happen to have chosen to be craftsmen rather than intellectuals who go to university and spend a life working in offices or academia. We realise that we are lucky to have the option of doing what we like rather than what we need, but that doesn't make us posh, surely? We won't get to run uncle Danny's business with Tom in future unless we become good at what we do, it is not a free pass to a life of luxury, we have to make and keep the company profitable for everyone to keep their jobs and that won't be easy.

Rant over - we did have a good laugh at the idea that we and Harry might be posh and thank you for taking an interest. We are simply hard working middle class guys who enjoy some fun together, luckier than a lot in our upbringing than a lot but only because our dads worked hard and strived to do well in their chosen fields as well.

Re: Harry gets a tattoo

In Reply to: Re: Harry gets a tattoo posted by wetchas on July 02, 2018 at 08:31:40:

Harry certainly seems to have got away with the tattoo. His mum's reaction was a surprise as neither of us (or Harry himself) had thought she would approve of it.

Very hot at work, but it does seem a bit churlish to complain about hot weather. I am making sure I use plenty of suncream at the moment as burnt legs and so on is not pleasant. I seem to burn more easily than Jamie as I am fair skinned and blonde haired, but the tan is coming along nicely now the redness has died down. Jumping in the pool as soon as we get home is great, even uncle Danny has joined us and Tom on a few occasions.

Re: Harry gets a tattoo

In Reply to: Re: Harry gets a tattoo posted by Chris on July 02, 2018 at 16:35:06:

Touched a raw nerve there, eh Chris? Being called "posh" goes against his egalitarian principles......

Re: Harry gets a tattoo

In Reply to: Re: Harry gets a tattoo posted by Matt on July 11, 2018 at 08:41:44:

Harry is still very pleased with his tattoo and is thinking about having more done.

We do only wear speedos for our proper exercise swim each morning, at all other times it is either fully clothed or just jeans.

Re: Harry gets a tattoo

In Reply to: Re: Harry gets a tattoo posted by Jamie on July 12, 2018 at 07:13:29:

surely wearing extra clothes would give you a better exercise swim.
You should add trackies or jeans to your speedos.

Finally, a wet and muddy time

Chris and I are on holiday this week, a "staycation", and a chance to catch-up with friends and probably visit grandparents, but we were at home over the weekend. This is a bit long (sorry about that) and posted rather late as we have been away visiting grandparents - our mums' parents - from Sunday to Tuesday.

On Saturday morning Chris came into my room as I was getting ready to go down for our morning swim and he was already dressed in his red Speedos and had a towel draped around his neck. He looked pleased with himself and I couldn't help but notice that he had a prominent boner clearly outlined and bulging in his trunks, so much so that the head was nudging the waistband.

"Morning to you both" I laughed "I think you better deal with that before we go down - you know your dad disapproves of show-offs........"

"I just did." Chris grinned "Why do you think I look so happy? This is going now - another few moments and it will be back to normal."

"Isn't THAT the norm for you?" I grinned.

"I'd like it to be for sure........." Chris laughed.

I attached my leg and stood up before grabbing my towel and we headed down to the pool. By the time we got there, finding our dads already in the water, Chris' bulge was back to "normal".

Ten minutes after we had dived in and started doing our lengths, Mike and Harry arrived to join us all. They usually come over on two or three mornings a week, always including the Saturday, and sometimes bring their dads, if they can be persuaded. Both were wearing swim shorts and tees and carrying towels. Harry favours bright coloured swimwear and was wearing bright purple shorts with a broad white stripe down the side, a retro style with an inside leg of just a couple of inches. Mike usually wears black Adidas shorts with their signature three stripes down the legs, this time in yellow; I don't recall ever seeing him wearing any thing other than very dark coloured shorts, usually slimmer fitting, rather than baggy, and long enough to finish a couple of inches above the knee.

After our dads had finished their exercise lengths, the four of us continued splashing around in the pool, showing-off our diving skills and horsing around ducking each other and generally playing the fool. Eventually Chris announced that he was going to get dressed and walk into town to get a haircut before it got too busy. Harry said he was thinking of doing the same so would drive him in if they could stop at his house for him to get dressed properly. They left Mike and I in the pool and after a while I sat on the steps and watched Mike continue to do some slow lengths before he came and sat next to me. We sat on one of the lower steps and the water was washing around our chest level as we leaned back and rested our elbows on a higher step. Our feet kept gently floating to the surface.

Mike seemed quieter than his normal self.

"Everything OK, Mike? You seem very quiet." I asked.

"Yes ....... yes....... just tired really." Mike sighed "Been busy at work with the new registration coming in today. Everyone wants their new cars delivered today, or last night, so we've had people running around like blue-arsed flies. I've got the morning off, but have to be in the showroom this afternoon. Even my dad was delivering new cars yesterday."

"Only the most expensive ones of course......." I laughed.

"You know him too well." Mike smiled "I got to do the base models ......... still, I am the "new boy" I guess - and I didn't crash any of them either, before you ask - unlike one of my colleagues who reversed the customers nice new car into their gatepost as he tried to get onto their driveway in the dark last night at near midnight."

"Oh dear ...... did he do much damage?"

"No, not really, thank goodness. Dad was hopping mad though - "Sheer bloody incompetence ........ tell me why I should continue your employment if you can't even drive a car properly. So unprofessional!!" Mike laughed, doing a perfect impression of his short-tempered father "If it had been me did that, I'd have been out on my ear faster than I could have blinked."

"How are things with Alison ...... not seen her around recently, has she been away?" I asked.

"They're not ....... we split up three weeks ago. She decided to combine going out with me whilst also seeing her previous boyfriend after he moved back into the area a couple of months ago. I didn't know about him but by coincidence he came into the showroom to look at a new car and we got chatting as I showed him around and when he pulled out his business card, he dropped a photo of Alison and when I said "You know Alison, do you?" he said she was his girlfriend and asked if I had known her through school or something, as we must be the same age. She admitted it when I confronted her, I've not seen her since and doubt I will. Not that I want to now. I'm well out of it if she acts like that."

"Sorry to hear that, my friend. How are you coping?" I asked.

"Well enough, I guess - been too busy to think about her to be honest." Mike said before adding "And I've met someone else since anyway."

"That's good - what's she like? When are you going to let us all meet her?" I asked.

"Soon ...... maybe. Give ma a while to get to know him." Mike said quickly.

"What did you say?" I asked, thinking I must have misheard.

"You heard!" Mike laughed.

"Come on, mate, tell all. When did you turn gay suddenly?" I asked, intrigued now.

"I didn't really - I like both. I've had a few encounters with other boys in the past as well as a couple of girls before Alison. But never enough to make up my mind once and for all." Mike explained "I just never let on to any of my close friends like you, Chris or Harry for instance."

"You certainly kept that quiet, I'd never have guessed." I observed "Even when we've shared a shower together."

"I met Peter at a nightclub in Oxford when I went with a few guys from work and it turned out to be a favourite of the gay community. Peter was there with a group of friends sitting at the next table and we got chatting whilst the others were off doing their own thing. He's a year older than me and like me can't decide if he prefers boys or girls, so we ended up deciding to keep in touch. He lives in Cheltenham and works for one of the banks as a cashier. He shares a flat above one of the shops with his twin brother and two other friends. I've stayed over a couple of nights when he's had the place to himself. It was good - he's as inexperienced as me, to be honest, which makes everything a bit of a laugh - which is good as we are learning together. I really like him and we get on well, like the same music and films and he is into cars like me, but he prefers classics and has a '74 Alfa Romeo Spider."

"Well, that all sounds good. I truly hope it works out for you. I won't tell anyone else, of course, that's for you to do when you are ready." I said.

"You are the first friend I've told - and it has been a relief to finally tell someone. Feel free to tell the others - Chris and Harry - if the occasion arises. Word will get out soon enough. I've decided to tell mum and dad tonight at supper, they know about Alison and me breaking-up and why."

"Good luck with that. How will they react do you think?" I said.

"Mum will be OK and I think dad might be, but I'm not certain. I've never heard him say anything homophobic and, to his credit, we do employ a few guys who are in same-sex relationships quite openly. He gets on well with them. I'm sure they will be fine with it." Mike finished before sitting upright and then swimming away down the pool.

When he got to the far end of the pool, he hauled himself out and went up to the top board before diving in and swimming back to where I was still sitting. He stood up when the water was just below chest deep and waded the rest of the way towards the steps before stopping a step down from where I was sitting. His shiny wet black shorts clung to his legs and groin area as the water poured off him and it was easy to see how attractive someone would find him at first sight. He is tall (6 foot 3 inches or so) with handsome features under neatly cut dark hair, a nicely defined chest and torso with a decent six-pack. He's one of those guys who have a happy looking face with a nice smile and an easy, unforced, natural charm.

"Have you been out into the woods recently?" Mike asked as he stood there in front of me.

"No, why? Do you fancy a go at the obstacle course - it probably won't be very muddy as it has been so dry, but we could get it a bit muddy by diverting the stream for a while and see what difference that makes."

"Could I borrow some clothes? Jeans and a tee would be fine, I've only got these shorts and a tee with me." Mike asked.

"Of course you can." I replied "Help yourself from the usual box - there's probably some old trainers in there as well. Would you grab my leg from over there and I'll catch up in a second? Thanks."

Mike and the others are used to seeing me hopping around on one leg by now but they still watch curiously as I clip my leg on and go from semi-mobile to 90% as agile as them in the click and turn of the mechanism as it locks into place. I take it for granted now, but am still amazed at how I have no pain or discomfort when I do stop and think about how lucky my experience has been when compared to some other guys I have met who have similar amputations.

We both dressed in old jeans and tee-shirts and then headed out to the woods. Mike had picked out a pair of Chris' jeans, grey Wrangler slim fit, and a red tee-shirt. The jeans fitted his bigger-than-Chris frame very snugly indeed and his decision to go commando added to that impression greatly. He laughed as he adjusted himself and remarked, in a high pitched voice, that he thought they "might be a bit too tight for my future well-being!". I chose some old Levi 501s that were faded, worn and had a small rip on one knee and a dark green tee-shirt.

The track to the woods was dry and when we looked the normally flooded dell there looked to be very little water at all compared to the normal 12 or 15 foot depth. Mike scrambled and slid down the slope to the water's edge and then jumped in. he sank to his knees only at first and when he extracted his feet from the mud and waded out further towards the middle, the water barely reached crotch level. Typical clumsy Mike, he fell over as he waded out and soaked himself from feet to chest in the thick mud, getting even muddier as he tried to extricate himself, with the result that he was filthy by the time he joined me again at the edge of the dell.

"That worked well, then!" Mike laughed as he looked down at himself as he tried to shake the loose mud off his hands.

"Mission accomplished - you said you wanted to get muddy." I remarked.

"Yeah - but not fully covered as yet." he grinned.

We moved on towards the mud pit and found that almost dry as well. Mike jumped in again and started to wade across, this time the deeper parts were almost up to his chest.

"Stay there and I'll go and divert the stream to let more water in, you'll be able to mix it up by stomping around a bit." I said.

I left the diversion in place and returned to find Mike splashing around as the water started to fill the swamp. I jumped in beside him and we stomped around and churned up the mud and water as much as we could. Mike fell backwards a few times, splashing down in the mud and water until he was thoroughly soaked from head to toe. The water was cool rather than cold and it was fun getting so muddy. I felt myself getting a semi, and I could see that Mike was enjoying the feeling too as his tight jeans showed every little bump and bulge as he moved around. The more I watched him, the harder I got. I noticed him stealing a few glances at my crotch as we splashed around and he grinned to himself.

After a while we sat in a shallow art of the swamp so that the mud and water was covering our legs and about midway between our waist and chest. Mike shifted nearer me and then turned his head to look at me and without saying a word, moved his hand through the mud and water until he found my crotch. His hand rubbed and squeezed my bulge and pushed down between my legs as well. Of course my body reacted and he grinned at me as he felt my reaction. I reached over with my right hand and returned the favour and it wasn't long before he was at 'maximum setting', so to speak, and his jeans were feeling really tight; I was glad that my own jeans were a looser fit and allowed for some movement down there.

After we had both experienced the usual outcome to such activity, we climbed out of the swamp and after admiring how good our soaked and filthy clothes looked as they clung wetly to our bodies, we moved on to the muddy ditch where we raced each other crawling through the mud. The water from the stream had made the mud nice and liquid and it felt pretty amazing as it sloshed around inside my clothes as I crawled. Mike beat me in the race easily and as the loser I was obliged to suffer him splashing and throwing mud at me as I crawled the final few yards. I was completely covered with mud in my hair and splattered across my face by the end. And my boner had returned.

We wandered on through the woods to the muddy ride to find it dry and parched and only a few puddles of wetness in the shadowy areas where the sun never shines. I enjoyed watching Mike walking along in his sodden clothes as they gleamed in the sun and the wetness oozed out as they clung and draped across his frame.

After that we returned to the muddy swamp and got soaked again. Enough water had been diverted from the stream to flood the whole area and spill across towards the other obstacles. I left Mike wallowing in the muddy water with one hand down his jeans, and I went and re-routed the stream back to its normal path.

We headed back to the house after that and hosed each other clean (that was really cold) before heading to the showers to get warm again. We spent the rest of the morning in the pool until it was time for Mike to go home to get changed for work.

Re: Finally, a wet and muddy time

In Reply to: Finally, a wet and muddy time posted by Jamie on September 05, 2018 at 12:06:46:

I am always amazed how comfortable you guys are discussing sexuality, and enjoying your selves in the mud. I would only ever discuss such personal issues with my most intimate friends. I am all admiration for your openness.

Re: Finally, a wet and muddy time

In Reply to: Re: Finally, a wet and muddy time posted by johnny on September 05, 2018 at 16:56:32:

The four of us (Mike, Harry, Chris and myself) have known each other since we met at primary school aged 5 (some 15 years ago) - although obviously I knew Chris since birth as cousins - and have been to the same schools ever since so apart from Chris' absence whilst living in the U.S. we have seen each other almost everyday since then, so we are very close and have shared everything, including a few sexual experiences and silly things like comparing cocks when were becoming aware of such things when puberty set in. I think most of my friends are similarly open about these things with their closest friends. Now we are adults and all working and leading more separate lives, that may well change, I'd be surprised if it doesn't to be honest. I think we are all still discovering our own sexuality, as someone once said (Alan Bennett, the playwright, I think) when asked if he was gay "I have had a little of both, but not enough of either."

Re: Finally, a wet and muddy time

In Reply to: Re: Finally, a wet and muddy time posted by wetchas on September 06, 2018 at 07:39:52:

Thanks, we have definitely not gone away from or been 'lost' to these forums; now we are working it seems to take up far more time and energy than I ever thought it would. And girlfriends are time consuming too. Still, I'm enjoying work and life couldn't be much better really.

Maybe when the autumn and winter arrives there will be more rain and chances to go out and get wet and muddy, at the moment we seem to be working all hours whilst the weather is good.

Re: Finally, a wet and muddy time

In Reply to: Re: Finally, a wet and muddy time posted by johnny on September 05, 2018 at 16:56:32:

Jamie and I have been firm friends ever since we were sat next to each other on our first day at primary school. He has always been the first person that I have confided in about all the joys and fears one has growing up, and I like to think he considers me in the same light although I appreciate that I now share that spot with Chris, which I totally understand and guess I'd be the same if I had a cousin who I saw everyday and lived with as they do. In fact I think I'm rather envious of that situation in general, it must be fun living together with all that family around.

I'm not sure whether I prefer girls or boys as sexual partners and I definitely approve of Jamie's quote from Alan Bennett as it just about sums my situation up perfectly - I want more of both before deciding one way or the other: maybe I never will make a definitive judgement, only time will tell.

It is always fun getting wet and muddy with Jamie, Chris or Harry and I hope it continues now that our lives are going separate ways with different careers, although being involved in local businesses means we can still interact more than if we had all gone to different universities or something. As Jamie said life is good now, but hard work as well, but that has never stopped any of us enjoying good times together before so why should it now.

Re: Getting muddy with an old friend.

In Reply to: Re: Getting muddy with an old friend. posted by wetchas on October 01, 2018 at 09:37:00:

Thanks. The car was a Jaguar I-Pace (the all electric SUV) and is very nice indeed. I don't actually drive - I passed my test but living in London and working from home, every kind of shop I need for day-to-day shopping is within 200 yards, so I don't need a car and have nowhere to park one anyway. I did have a short drive of it and it felt totally different to any other car I have ever driven.

My weekend away with Dan was the weekend before last and I came home a week ago tomorrow, if you see what I mean. The BBQ was fun and I am in the middle of writing about the Friday, Saturday and Sunday at the moment. I have been inspired by other writers on here (particularly Jamie, Chris, and Jonno) but have been reading the forum for quite a while after Dan told me about it. I write for a living but it tends to be scripts for TV and film so when I write prose like this I tend to get carried away with too much detail and for too long, so forgive that.

Re: Getting muddy with an old friend.

In Reply to: Re: Getting muddy with an old friend. posted by Freddie on October 01, 2018 at 21:58:00:

Please don't think you write in too much detail or length, the more the better I say. It is one of the strengths of Chris and Jamie's stories that they put in sufficient detail about where they live, and include lots of background about themselves and all their friends,to allow us readers to really engage and feel we know them. It makes their stories so good to read.

Re: A proposal from Dan.

In Reply to: Re: A proposal from Dan. posted by Johhny on October 12, 2018 at 07:49:45:

I think I read Chris (of Chris and Jamie on here) say at some time that he always gets a boner when getting soaked or immersed in cold water; it was either Jamie remarking on it or Chris admitting it, can't remember which.

Re: I celebrate by getting wet.

In Reply to: I celebrate by getting wet. posted by Freddie on October 19, 2018 at 15:39:04:

I can relate to wanting to celebrate by getting wet and swinging on a rope over a river is one of the best ways to do it, I think. Great that you have a good friend to do it with. Good news about your flat sale, that all happened very quickly. We are very lucky where we live, but given a choice of somewhere else I'd definitely choose to be by the sea, I love wading into the sea and feeling the waves push me around as I get in deeper and deeper and the way it washes clothes against my body. Keep us updated about your life after the move - sounds like you could have fun with Bobby who seems to regard getting wet and muddy in much the same way that Chris and I did at his age.

Re: I celebrate by getting wet.

In Reply to: Re: I celebrate by getting wet. posted by Jamie on October 21, 2018 at 14:04:10:

Rope swings are very tempting. Like you I do like the feel of wading into the sea and feeling my clothes being washed around. Bobby seems to be a wet fan so hopefully I'll get to share a few more muddy and wet times with him. I'm almost all packed up and waiting to move now and am looking forward to the move.

After the mud with Kevin.

Chris has already written about the fun we had last weekend getting my brother Kevin caked in mud before his birthday party around the pool. The highlight of that for me was seeing him fall off his quad into the mud and getting completely submerged. The most fun bit was the deepest mud pit where I had to get off and wade and swim alongside the quad as it clawed its way out. I've been muddy before with Kevin and the others but never quite so soaked through as that. It was exciting and I was pleased that the others were too amused at how muddy I was to notice the growing bulge in my jeans as I joined them again. First time I have experienced that without a bit of hand help.

I was feeling chilly by the time we got back to the house and being hosed down in cold water only made me feel colder, I was glad when we all adjourned to the showers and were able to get warm again.

The party was great and a lot of people were quick to jump in the pool and join Kevin and the rest of us getting wet. My best friends from school, Charlie and his twin Sophie, were there and knew that we were all going to get wet in the pool. Charlie was dressed in grey jeans and a black tee-shirt and Sophie wore a short floral print summer dress in red with big pink flowers. We had all started school on the same day and had hit it off immediately when we discovered that we all shared the same birthday, 14th September. Charlie is fun to be around and is a bit of a practical joker, Sophie is great and I have to admit I have a bit of a crush on her; so far Sophie has given no indication that she considers me anything more than a good friend.

Charlie was the first to join me in the pool and he looked great in his wet clothes, his grey jeans had turned dark and his black tee-shirt was shiny and stuck to his body. Like me, Charlie enjoys sports and we both play rugby for the same team at school and he enjoys getting wet and muddy as much as I do. We were sitting on the side of the pool watching everyone else splashing around when Sophie came over and sat next to me. She was already wet and with her red and pink dress clinging wetly to her figure she looked amazing. As we sat and chatted I noticed her shiver a bit.

"Are you feeling cold, Sophie?" I asked her.

"No, not really." she smiled "It feels warmer in the pool than sitting here in wet clothes though."

"We could go and stand under a warm shower for a few minutes .........." I ventured.

"O.K. that sounds good." Sophie said as she stood up and then grabbed my hand "Come on."

Charlie slipped back into the water and swam off across the pool, so we left him to it and went to the showers.

There was no-one else there and Sophie turned the water on and stepped under it, letting the water wash over her. I stepped under the next shower and we laughed as we watched the water wash over us. Sophie caught me by surprise when she stepped over under my shower and pushed me back against the wall and then leaned in and kissed me. I responded and we stood there kissing for a few minutes until she pulled back her head, whilst still leaning against me.

"That was nice. You do know I have always fancied you?" Sophie said quietly.

"No ......... I just assumed you liked me as Charlie's friend ........ I've had a crush on you since we met, but didn't think you felt the same." I said.

"We've been wasting time then haven't we?" Sophie laughed as she leaned in again and kissed me some more.

After a moment I felt her thigh push into my crotch and then her hand started to rub my butt as she slid it into the back pocket of my jeans. I fondled her chest through her dress and she responded by moving her hand onto the bulge in my jeans and rubbing and squeezing my growing boner.

"I've often watched you and Charlie playing rugby and fantasized about what was in those tight-fitting shorts you wear, now I know .......... you look hot in these wet jeans too ..........."

"You look amazing in that wet dress too, it's getting me quite ................" I started to say before over her shoulder I saw Jamie walk into the shower room and head through to the cloakrooms.

"Sorry to interrupt guys, don't mind me." Jamie said as he hurried through.

"We ought to get back .........." Sophie said "Charlie will be wondering where we are. I enjoyed that."

Well, that was that.

We spent the rest of the party in and out of the pool and staying wet. We sneaked a few drinks when people weren't watching and had a good laugh at the antics of Kevin and his mates from work who all kept finding more and more inventive ways of throwing each other into the pool. Kevin even picked up mum and jumped in with her in his arms. Mum is not a great one for swimming at the best of times but even she joined in the fun and stayed in the pool after that.

Sophie and I managed a few moments of groping each other as we stood neck deep in the pool until someone interrupted us each time. Charlie must have noticed as he mentioned, as we were getting undressed for bed, that he was glad I was getting to know Sophie better, ending his comment "she thinks you are pretty hot, you know; can't think why myself ......... but each to their own!"

I did think about sneaking across to her room during the night but that wasn't really practical as Charlie was sleeping on the floor of my room between me and the door. So ended the first of what I hope will be more encounters with Sophie.

Re: After the mud with Kevin.

In Reply to: After the mud with Kevin. posted by Kayne on November 10, 2018 at 15:57:08:

I had not realised that it was you, Kayne, under the shower with that young lady, I just hurried on not wanting to embarrass you.

Glad to hear that you and Sophie are getting on so well, you both have good taste!

Muddy in my suit with Tom

I've written a background version of this post on the Beach Club forum on SSS but thought some readers might like a more detailed version of Tom and me getting wet and muddy in our suits. I'll take it up from the point where Tom and I set off on a walk after getting home from his dad's funeral.

I had parked the car at the front of the house and everyone else had draw up as Tom and his mum aunt Mary were getting out of the car. Tom looked about and frowned as he watched the others and then declared that he needed a good walk and breath of fresh air. I could tell that he was upset and he looked angry more than anything else, he had been silent in the car as his mum had chatted about the service.

"Do you want some company?" I asked as he started walking away from the car.

"That would be nice. I need to talk to someone if you can put up with that........" Tom replied as he paused on the track towards the woods.

"Yes, of course. Don't you want to change first ...... you know, get out of these suits?" I asked.

"No, I'm fine - come on." Tom replied.

Aunt Mary touched my arm and nodded towards Tom as he walked away "It's OK Chris, you go - I'll see you both later; Tom ought to talk to someone at the moment."

I caught up with Tom and we walked along in silence for a while. It was a bright sunny day and quite a lot milder than the current (1st Feb) bitter weather.

Tom was marching along at a brisk pace and as we approached the edge of the woods he started to talk. By the time we were approaching the swamp area I had learned that uncle Danny was not actually Tom's biological father. It turned out that that role had been taken........ or rather given by Danny, to his younger brother Vincent with the full consent of aunt Mary. That had come as a shock. Can't imagine too many newly married men inviting their younger brother to take their place in the marital bed in order to get a son and heir, but needs must I suppose!

Our conversation had ended with Tom asking "Fancy getting wet and muddy now, just to let off steam?"

I looked him up and down. Tom was dressed in a navy two piece suit, white shirt, silvery grey and white silk tie, navy socks and smart black shoes. His suit was cut to a slim-fit style and the trousers were starting to betray just how eager he was to get wet.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked.

"No. I've always fancied seeing what it's like to get soaked and muddy in a smart suit and tie." Tom grinned as he started walking briskly towards the swamp.

I followed on a bit more slowly than Tom and by the time I got to the swamp Tom was standing in the muddy water up to his knees. As I stood on the side and watched he fell backwards into the deeper part of the swamp and hit with a huge splash, arms outstretched and a big grin on his face. He lay in the mud with the water lapping across his thighs and chest and toes of his shoes poking above the water. Tom swished the water across himself as he lay there.

"That's one way to ruin a good suit, I suppose." I laughed "Is it cold?"

"No. Certainly not enough to spoil my enjoyment" Tom grinned as he rubbed the bulging crotch of his trousers. "This suit will be fine once I've put it through the washing machine. It is designed to be washed, not just dry-cleaned. Not so sure about the shirt though .............." Tom laughed as he peered down at the now brown shade of his clothes. "Coming in?"

"I'll be truly #‡π* if I go home with this suit ruined, it is my best." I laughed.

"Check the care label, see if it says 'dry clean only' or if it can be washed." Tom said as he stood up and waded to the side.

I watched him as the muddy water poured out of his sodden clothes. The jacket pockets bulged with water and it exploded up and out as Tom squashed them against his sides. His shirt was stuck to his torso and his trousers clung to his legs, the shiny wet fabric was stretched across the stiff-looking bulge in his crotch as he walked towards me. His suit jacket was shiny wet and streaked a muddy brown colour, it dripped water as he stood still in the knee deep water.

"Go on, check the label - take your eyes off me for a moment and your hands away from that bulge." Tom laughed "You know you want to get wet, just do it."

He was right; having seen Tom wet like that, I so wanted to try it myself.

I checked the label and as soon as I saw the words 'Wash suit at 30°C max, do NOT tumble dry' I knew I was going to do it.

Throwing myself forward, I pushed at Tom's shoulders as he fell back into the water and we rolled around until I was as soaked through and covered in mud from head to toe. When we stood up, we watched as the muddy water poured out of each other's clothes. I watched as Tom's boner tried to tent out his slim-fitting trousers and he no doubt watched me do the same as I felt myself get hard. I scooped up some thicker mud and smeared it across his lapels and chest, he did the same to me and finished with a handful of mud smeared into my hair. It felt amazing having the trousers clinging to my legs and the heavy jacket swing against my bum and thighs as I moved around. I bent and scooped up another handful of soft mud and then thought for a moment before tugging at the waistband of my trousers and dropping the mud down inside, feeling it hit the boner in my boxers and soak through as I rubbed it in from outside. I was so hard by then that it almost hurt.

We moved on to the muddy ditch after that and crawled along on our bellies with the squishy mud lapping half-way up our legs and bodies, Tom caught up with me and we pushed and shoved each other around as we crawled next to each other for a bit, each trying to push the other down into the mud a bit deeper as we crawled. Eventually Tom cheated by crawling on top of me and pushing my face down into the mud and smearing the mud across the back of my head and neck as I struggled to get free. I could feel his boner pushing into the back of my thigh, bum, back, neck and head as he crawled over me. I was tempted to try and grab his balls as he crawled ahead through the mud, but decided that that would be too gross even under these circumstances - I mean what would I actually do were I to be successful and find the tiny things?? The mud in the ditch was like thick cream and when we reached the end and stood up, you couldn't actually see what our clothes were like for all the mud caked on them.

We sat in the stream to get a bit clean - even my boner subsided, the water was really cold.... - and then sloshed our way back to the house. We managed to sneak into the showers by the pool without anyone seeing us and had a nice hot shower to get thoroughly clean. We both took the chance to cream our clothes as we enjoyed the shower and also spent a while admiring the look of each other's sodden suits and transparent shirts as we stood under the cascading water. Tom has lost weight and being going to the gym more regularly recently and is looking particularly fit. I feel fitter and leaner since working and spending most days doing manual labour and I'm told I look better for it too, which is a bonus. Mind you, all that lovely food over Christmas is no help whatsoever!

We changed into dry jeans and tees and stuffed our wet clothes into the washing machine before finding everyone else in the main hall where they had also changed into more casual clothes and were laying the table for lunch.

Lunch started off as a rather sombre affair but then Jamie's mum told a funny story about Danny, her brother, as a seventeen year-old and that prompted lots of other stories about him. After some tears and hugging, Mary, the new widow, said that now the funeral was over we should feel free to talk about Danny as much as we liked as she would like that rather than everyone tip-toeing around the subject. She wanted us all to celebrate his life rather than mourn him and be sad. Very brave of her, I think. She also suggested that we should remember and talk about Danny's late brother Vincent. She didn't say why she thought that, but I noticed that she was looking intently at Tom as she suggested it.

Later that day I asked my mum about Vincent and for the first time ever she spoke at some length about him, saying what a lovely gentle, caring boy he had been, always ready to help his brother and sisters (ie Danny, my mum and Jamie's mum) and saying how devastated they had all been when he had been killed. Apparently their parents had always been against him having a motorbike and after his death had refused to talk about him. A large agricultural tractor/trailer combination had pulled out of a side turning right in front of him and he had been unable to avoid slamming into the side of the trailer, he was killed instantly. The tractor driver had committed suicide two days before he was due to go on trial for driving without due care and attention whilst under the influence of drink. All very sad.

Anyway, apart from all that, Tom and I had a great time in the mud in our smart suits and I would love to try it again. My suit came out of the washing machine looking clean and a bit rumpled but after a night hanging up drying it just needed a bit of a press and turned out just like new. Most importantly, my mum was none the wiser ........ I think. Jamie has said he would like to try it as well, so maybe we will have an other go hen the weather is warmer.

Re: Muddy in my suit with Tom

In Reply to: Re: Muddy in my suit with Tom posted by swimmerrat on February 02, 2019 at 02:26:00:

Having tried a suit once, I am certainly up for doing it again. Tom thought it was fun as well and wants to do it again. Jamie still has his old school uniform suit (a bit small now, but still wearable) and says he will join us next time.

Re: Muddy in my suit with Tom

In Reply to: Re: Muddy in my suit with Tom posted by Jack on February 01, 2019 at 17:55:01:

Thanks for the condolences, it all happened so quickly from diagnosis to death that it doesn't feel real, even after the funeral.

Work is carrying on pretty much as normal, we just have more duties to take on in Danny's absence. Tom has become senior partner and Jamie and I have been made partners, so the three of us are in charge of running the business on a day to day basis with aunt Mary in an advisory role. So far all is going well but it means longer hours in the office and less actual hands on work with carpentry and stonework.

Re: Muddy in my suit with Tom

In Reply to: Re: Muddy in my suit with Tom posted by Andy on February 06, 2019 at 18:43:44:

My suit is a Marks and Spencer one, if I remember rightly I bought it about two years ago and have hardly ever worn it.

Jamie's was a school uniform suit but only has a label inside giving washing instructions and no maker, just the name of the school as they are bought through the school's in-house uniform shop. Although we did not have to wear uniform during our final two years, he bought one as his mum said they were such good value.

My 21st Birthday

It was my 21st Birthday last week and, as expected, Chris, with the help of everyone at work, decided to get his own back on what I had arranged for his birthday a few weeks earlier.

I won't go into the details as I know Chris in the middle of writing about the day, but I just have a simple question that some on here might be like to give an answer to: namely, how many really decent erections can one guy have on any day and how many of those result in a decent ejaculation, be that in one's clothes or in more traditional circumstances in a partner, be they male or female?

My first hard-on of the day was when I woke at 6am with 'morning wood' and felt an urge to satisfy that by having a good wank, never quite got as far as ejaculation despite 15 minutes of trying. Very frustrating. How does that happen when some days it happens so fast you can't appreciate it.

I had a half-decent boner when I was pushed fully clothed into a skip full of liquid, creamy mud soon after lunch-time. I got fully submerged and had a nice boner as I clambered out but felt rather inhibited by all my work colleagues looking on whilst enjoying my 'humiliation' (if that is the right word....).

Secondly I got hard again as I was hosed clean in rather too cold water. That subsided as I was sat in a chair and had food waste and other mess poured over me. By now I think I had become rather inured to the feel of wet denim rubbing against my balls and bell-end.

Cold water again to get clean just left me flaccid and resigned to being too chilled to be really aroused. The slime I got thrown over me after that was a rather different experience. Chris and I have used or made gunge/slime before but have always bought a natrosol based stuff. This, I found out later, was based on xanthan gum - a food thickener mixed with water and a colourant - and felt totally different. It soaked into my jeans almost as soon as it hit me and then felt incredibly slippery between skin and clothing. My shirt and jeans clung to my body like I had never experienced before and, however I moved, continued clinging as I moved. This means that whatever is under the clothing remains outlined however you move and clothing - jeans in particular around the crotch - don't fall away and realign the denim. I definitely got a boner in that situation and creamed my jeans before I was hosed down again. The feel of my bell-end rasping against the grain of the denim was truly exciting.

I came again in the shower as we all cleaned up after the spectacle of being mud-ed, had food poured over me and was then slimed. The feel of standing under a nice hot shower was so luxuriant after all that, that I couldn't resist a nice slow wank.

The unexpected final mudding at the end of the working day was one of those spontaneous self-indulgences that I could not resist and then Tom and Chris giving each other a hand job under the mud as Kevin and I stood and watched was the next great time; speaking of which, time seemed to stand still for those few minutes as I was totally engrossed in rubbing and stroking my own mud-coated erection in my mud sodden jeans, I was really oblivious to Kevin standing next to me as he did the same.

I got hard again driving my car home again with Kevin in the passenger seat telling me how horny he got watching me get muddy, soaked and slimed. I had run out of clothes to change into at work so ended up driving home in a pair of nylon soccer shorts and a tee-shirt. I have always liked the feel of nylon shorts, particularly when not wearing underwear, and I had a job trying not to cream them as I drove home. My brother Will wishing me a "Happy Birthday" as he pushed me into the pool was the final straw and I had to make a hasty retreat to the showers and some more normal clothes - boxer-briefs, jeans, tee-shirt, socks and trainers - for the rest of the evening.

So that was my day - probably too many erections (7) and too few ejaculations (4).

Re: William, the gardener.

In Reply to: William, the gardener. posted by Janine on May 05, 2019 at 09:38:46:

That's quite an account. Looking forward to hearing more from you. Thanks or posting.

Jamie's 21st Birthday, mucked up at work

Jamie turned 21 last week on Wednesday and I had been looking forward to arranging for him to get as wet, muddy and covered in food as I had been on my 21st a few weeks ago. Jamie and everyone else at work had got me good and proper both out on site in the morning, at lunchtime and again as we left work at the end of the day. I think I was actually dry for only a couple of hours that day. It was fun, even though getting the sticky food out of my hair was an ordeal.

Anyway, the birthday boy was more cunning than I had given him credit for and as we were leaving home to drive to work, he said he needed to take his car as he had arranged to meet a client at their property to discuss a new job. I had wondered why he was looking so unusually smart in black chinos, formal blue shirt and a slate grey tweed jacket.

"You arranged that deliberately, didn't you?" I accused him.

"Not really, the appointment time was the client's idea, not mine. I couldn't risk losing the job for us, could I?" Jamie grinned "But knowing you and the guys at work, it seemed very fortuitous, particularly after what happened to you on your birthday."

"So you're not planning on going in at all today?" I asked.

"No, no. I expect I'll be back for lunch, it shouldn't take more than a couple of hours at most." Jamie replied "You can get your revenge this afternoon if you must."

"I will, you can count on it........" I said as I got in my car "See you later."

When I got to work I set about arranging things for the afternoon with the help of Kevin. We usually have a couple of empty skips in the yard so we used a digger to partly fill one of them with earth and then added water until we had a nice smooth mud that more than half filled it, we reckoned it was just over waist deep.

We got all the waste food from the kitchen along with a few buckets of fresh stuff like custard, gravy and a mix of milk, ketchup and other sauces. The carpentry shop supplied a couple of sacks of sawdust. Jamie's direct boss, as in him being an apprentice stonemason, had bought in a couple of tubs of something called xanthan gum which he claimed made excellent gunge - he had used it at his kid's birthday parties over the years - so we mixed up six ten-litre buckets of the stuff in a range of colours using some food dye that he had also bought in. We experimented a bit with the ratio of water to xanthan gum so ended up with some that was quite runny and others that were really thick and viscous.

Jamie got back just before 1pm and had obviously been home and changed as he was wearing blue jeans and a navy blue long-sleeved polo-shirt. I was in the office when he walked in.

"How did your meeting go?" I asked.

"Good, we've got the job provided it comes in at the budget he has. I've got my sketch plans and measurements here, so I'll get those drawn up and speak to Tom and the others about costing and we can get back to him next week, I hope. I'll make a start after lunch, I think."

"I don't think so - everyone has been waiting for you to return. You've got other things to do this afternoon, or rather we've got other things to do TO you this afternoon......" I grinned.

"Really? Are you serious?" Jamie asked "Isn't this all rather childish?"

"It wasn't childish when it was my birthday a few weeks ago, was it, kiddo? Oh no, you joined in with the rest of them; so no arguing. Your only decision is whether we have lunch before or after."

"I'm hungry, so before please." Jamie replied, looking resigned to his fate.

So we went for lunch and Jamie was pleasantly surprised that his lunch was served correctly to the table and not all over him as mine had been.

"Well, we didn't want to be too obvious by doing the exact same thing." I explained.

Everyone at work tends to go to lunch at the same time, so the canteen was busy and Jamie got lots of 'best wishes, mate' and 'Happy Birthday" sung at him as well as a few ominous warnings along the lines of 'have we got some surprises for you this afternoon' and 'hope you've got a change of clothes with you, lad'.

"Sounds like I better check my locker and just make sure I do have a change of clothes." Jamie observed "If I don't, can we put this off?"

"Absolutely NOT." came a chorus of voices from the guys at our table.

"You can borrow some of my clothes if you have to." I said "I've got a couple of pairs of jeans and some tee-shirts spare. So no excuses."

"Damn, worth a try I suppose." Jamie laughed "Don't suppose saying I had the wrong leg on and it can't get wet would work either?"

"NO - you can hop around can't you?" I replied.

After lunch we took Jamie outside and everyone gathered around. A few of the younger guys, including Kevin and myself, had volunteered to administer the fun, so we started off by marching him up a platform of pallets by the skip full of mud.

"This is by way of making up for the fact that you craftily organised to be out seeing a client this morning" Kevin explained to everyone "so we weren't able to get you on site for the traditional mudding. So in you go, mate......." and with that he pushed Jamie into the skip.

Jamie hit the sloppy mud with a big splash and disappeared from view briefly, before regaining his feet. As expected he was completely soaked and a uniform brown from head to toe. He waded to the side of the skip and hauled himself up the side and flipped over the edge to the ground. He got a round of applause from the onlookers and climbed up the pallets to stand next to Kevin.

"How was the mud?" Kevin asked, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Say again...." Jamie replied as he wiped mud off his face "I can't hear you, I've got mud in my ear............." as he poked his ear with a finger.

"I said, how was the mud?" Kevin repeated.

"Not bad - why don't you find out for yourself.....?" Jamie asked as he grabbed Kevin's arm and pulled them both back into the skip.

They emerged after a brief bout of pushing and shoving each other and getting even muddier, if that was possible. Kevin didn't seem at all put out by being dunked in the mud and was grinning from ear to ear.

Someone had got a hose out and started to wash them both down. A dripping wet, but clean, Jamie was then sat on a chair. The ladies from the canteen then poured all the food they had collected over him. Some of it was thrown from a distance and splattered across his entire body and some they simply poured over him to cover his head and shoulders before running down his back and front and puddling in his lap and on the chair seat. He was truly drenched in the stuff. He made everyone laugh by rubbing a finger through the mess and tasting it whilst giving a loud verdict on the taste. Knowing Jamie's body better than most, I could see that he was enjoying the experience as he had developed a large boner that was starting to form a noticeable bulge in his lap.

Several of the guys called out for Jamie to give a bow to the audience when the ladies had finished.

"I think I'll give that a miss, thanks folks." Jamie said "You can hose me down as I sit here."

Someone called out from the back of the spectators "He won't stand up, he's got an erection ......." much to the amusement of the others, to which Jamie laughed and gave a thumbs up sign before standing up and doing as requested.

"There you go, Mark, just to show you what a real one looks like, mate....." Jamie laughed as he stood there showing a large bulge in his clinging jeans that was unmistakeably a goodly sized erection. He got a round of applause and cheers for that riposte.

We hosed him clean of all the food and then threw the buckets of brightly coloured slime over him as his final treat. As the spectators headed back to their work, Kevin and I started to clear up but Jamie had other ideas and was intend on getting the two of us as messy as he was. He scooped up some of the gunge in a bucket and threw it at me, I retaliated and then we re-grouped as each of us scooped up the slime into buckets and then battle commenced again. The slime makes your clothes slippery and soaks in as soon as it hits, leaving the clothes as shiny as if they were constantly newly wet. I feels amazing as your clothes also stay clinging in a slippery way as you move. Eventually we hosed each other and the yard down and went in to get showered and changed into dry clothes.

At the end of the day, after everyone else had gone home and Jamie, Kevin, Tom and I were tidying things away and getting ready to lock-up, Kevin suddenly remembered that we hadn't done anything with the skip of mud. Tom and I were wondering about the best way to empty the skip and had decide to use the forklift to simply tip it on its side and let the mud flow out onto the bit of waste land where we had got it, simples!

I went to get the forklift, which took a while as I had unlock the building it is kept in and move two of the vans to get it out. By the time I trundled up to the side of the skip, I heard shouting and suddenly Tom's mud covered head appeared over the side. I stopped and dismounted and climbed up the pallet platform to see what was going on. The three of them were lounging around in the mud and had obviously all got completely submerged.

"Thought we'd have one last bit of muddy fun." Jamie said "Will you join us?"

"Have you all got another change of clothes left?" I asked "No-one is getting in my car even wet, never mind muddy. Just a thought."

"I have." Tom said.

"Me too." from Kevin.

"Yeah, a pair of shorts and a tee." Jamie replied "How about you?"

"Jeans and a tee." I said.

I emptied my pockets of keys and wallet and put them down with everyone else's a safe distance away and then came back and jumped in, I was immediately ducked under by Jamie, but it felt amazing. The mud was wet and creamy and almost warm. I felt myself getting hard and under cover of the mud I slipped a hind inside my boxer-briefs and pushed my growing boner into a more comfortable position.

"Are you doing what I think you are?" Tom asked as he grinned at me.

"Obviously. You know what happens to me in mud like this." I laughed "Did you want to do it for me?"

"Happily if asked........." Tom grinned.

I moved through the mud to be next to him "Happy to oblige then." I said and a few moments later I felt a hand groping my crotch and after a bit of searching, slip inside my jeans and start massaging my rampant erection. After he had made me really hard, Tom slipped his hand inside my boxer-briefs and we made skin on skin contact. I moved my hand onto his bulge and then inside his jeans only to find that he was going commando. Our rubbing and squeezing movements became synchronised and just as I shot my load I felt him do the same. Jamie and Kevin were standing across from us leaning against the other side of the skip, the mud was mid-crotch level on both of them and they were not making any attempt to hide the fact that both of them had a hand down their jeans and were vigorously rubbing their own erections as they watched us. Tom and I started splashing mud over them as they stood there until they were done. The sight of their already muddy jeans being repeatedly drenched in fresh mud as they attended to business and the shapes made by their hand movements and underlying boners and balls was very arousing.

After we had all finished, Kevin got the hose out again and we got clean before we managed to tip the skip over and wash it out before going for another shower and eventually going home.

It was a surprise to find Jamie's brother, Will, home from the Caribbean for a few days as his ship was in dock there for some emergency repairs. His employer, the owner of the super-yacht, had had to fly to London for a few business meetings and had offered him a lift when he heard that it was his brother's birthday. He flew back this last Tuesday, it was nice to see him again after so long.

Re: Jamie's 21st Birthday, mucked up at work

In Reply to: Jamie's 21st Birthday, mucked up at work posted by Chris on May 08, 2019 at 14:19:11:

Great story for a great birthday! Did you get thrown in the pool at home at all? Hope so, as birthdays are meant to be spent soaked...

Re: Jamie's 21st Birthday, mucked up at work

In Reply to: Re: Jamie's 21st Birthday, mucked up at work posted by wiley on May 09, 2019 at 23:23:21:

It was a great time. The slime was amazing and far better than anything else we have tried before. I was pushed in the pool by my brother Will almost as soon as we got home from work. We don't get to see him more than once or twice a year in person (but do Skype regularly) and we seemed to spend quite a lot of the time he was home in the pool, mostly fully clothed, after being thrown in for one reason or another.

Re: Jamie's 21st Birthday, mucked up at work

In Reply to: Re: Jamie's 21st Birthday, mucked up at work posted by wiley on May 09, 2019 at 23:23:21:

Certainly did. Jamie was pushed in by his brother Will almost immediately after they had greeted each other, but on that occasion he was only in shorts and a tee-shirt. We had a celebratory supper in the evening and Jamie was picked up by Will and his dad and thrown in again. He was wearing tan chinos and a smart green and white check shirt. After a bit of a chase around the pool and garden he managed to throw Will in as well as his dad. By the end of the evening all the guys were in the pool (Jamie, Will, our dads, Kevin, Kayne, Tom and me) and all still fully clothed mostly in chinos or jeans and shirts. I think Will and Jamie pushed each other into the pool at least once each day that Will was visiting.

Re: My 21st Birthday

In Reply to: My 21st Birthday posted by Jamie on May 07, 2019 at 14:05:40:

That's quite a question to ask. I don't think I have ever exceeded your count, not in recent years anyway, maybe when I was a teenager as I seem to recall being constantly aroused on some days.

Love Chris' account of the treatment you got at work that must have been a blast. Like your reaction to the heckler in the onlookers, what did everyone think seeing you stand up and show off your boner?

Thanks for posting.

Re: My 21st Birthday

In Reply to: My 21st Birthday posted by Jamie on May 07, 2019 at 14:05:40:

Great story. What you tell us shows that you are in good health. Be happy.

Morning Wood maybe a way your body stops you from wetting your bed. Hence you won't cum. Go for a pee and then try again.

The most ejaculations I've had were on a North Sea ferry, where I had my own cabin with en-suite bathroom for 21 hours.

A teenager told me he cums up to 7 times a day, so I gave it a try and got up to 6 shots wearing the same nylon poncho in the shower.

Later I found out from a Tantra teacher that the goal is not to cum often, but to stay aroused for longer. When you cum, it is "Game Over" for a while. But when you stay aroused you can enjoy the wet bliss for much longer.

When working on our wetsites, I often get a boner. Only when it gets too much in my way do I make in cum. Otherwise I enjoy the
feeling of well being.

Give it a try and share the results with our readers.

Re: My 21st Birthday

In Reply to: Re: My 21st Birthday posted by Felix on May 11, 2019 at 06:01:53:

Agree with you that it is not always about getting to the point of achieving ejaculation. When we are out in the woods here getting really muddy I often find that I get really hard as soon as I hit the mud and water and then it subsides a bit and I have a semi for the rest of the time we are out there, only getting really hard again when we head back to the house and hose all the mud off before hitting the showers where I often do then cum for the first time that day. I do nearly always wake up in the morning with a boner and often just lie there doing nothing except enjoying the feel of it pushing against my pyjamas, usually the cotton shorts style and without a top.

Re: My 21st Birthday

In Reply to: Re: My 21st Birthday posted by Craig on May 11, 2019 at 05:12:53:

It was great fun at the time - wasn't so keen on all the food - but the mud and slime were great. I don't think any of the guys were too shocked at seeing me stand up with an obvious boner bulge in my jeans and the ladies present were all middle-aged and have teenage sons of their own so are probably only too aware of what a boner in jeans looks like. They just thought it was funny. Someone did take some pictures of the day and a short video and to be honest the sun was behind me when I stood up, so my front was in shadow, and most of my crotch was half covered by my shirt clinging to me, so there was not a lot to see unless you were real close.

Slimed

Just came across a channel on YouTube by bsmithyst that has a dozen or so vids of two guys - Olli and Juan - getting slimed on their own or with a mate. Worth a look if you enjoy being slimed or watching someone else get really covered whilst fully clothed.

Re: Bank Holiday weekend.

In Reply to: Bank Holiday weekend. posted by Janine on May 10, 2019 at 05:11:20:

Great story, sounds as though Will and Dan both enjoyed themselves. Always fun walking in a stream when you don't know how deep it is going to get. Mud sliding is probably the fun way to get muddy unless you just jump in a mud pit and get completely cover in one fell swoop.

Re: Bank Holiday weekend.

In Reply to: Re: Bank Holiday weekend. posted by Jamie on May 11, 2019 at 10:44:03:

Glad you enjoyed my accounts - I have to admit that I have been reading your posts for a while as I like guys in wet clothes and the stories from you and Chris are among the best - so I modelled my writing style on that of you two...... sorry about that.

Will and Dan definitely enjoyed their weekend and Will was full of vigour each night after getting wet and muddy. Dan has also realised that admitting that getting wet and muddy is arousing is nothing to be ashamed of even though it is not necessarily something to boast about, he seems happier in himself now having openly enjoyed himself splashing about fully clothed.

Re: Slimed

In Reply to: Slimed posted by Jamie on May 11, 2019 at 10:38:33:

Thanks for the tip-off. I liked the one with Olli standing in a field and pouring slime over himself then rolls around in the resultant puddle of slime, he's a pretty fit looking guy too. Pity he wasted so much by just pouring it over his head so quickly, most of the slime hardly touched him. Thanks again.

Re: Bank Holiday weekend.

In Reply to: Re: Bank Holiday weekend. posted by Janine on May 11, 2019 at 12:49:06:

They say that copying is the sincerest form of flattery - so don't worry about it, we are not easily offended.

Glad to hear that Dan is happier now he is being open about enjoying getting wet or muddy; it is very liberating once you realise that no-one really cares about getting clothes wet and are just happy that you are enjoying yourself (and probably giving them a laugh at the same time...).

Re: Slimed

In Reply to: Slimed posted by Jamie on May 11, 2019 at 10:38:33:

Never had the luck to be slimed but always enjoyed the idea when seen on TV as a kid. I might try and get some of the xanthan gum you mentioned and give it a go with Janine or think of an excuse to try it with Dan and Ruby. Those vids are very entertaining.

Re: Another visit to the park

In Reply to: Re: Another visit to the park posted by Will, the gardener on May 14, 2019 at 14:24:04:

Ha Ha - love to have seen your face, Will, when Janine started that final sentence...…

We've had a few conversations like that with our parents/aunts & uncles when Chris and I were 16 or 17 and we are hearing the same from Kayne and Katie now from the other side, so to speak. Our dads have never really tried to hide themselves when that thing happens other than just pulling a tee-shirt down or something, so I've seen dad with the occasional boner ever since I was old enough to know what they were.

A day of slime

On Saturday afternoon Jamie and I mixed-up a few buckets of the slime that had been used on his birthday. We spent the morning experimenting with making single litres of the mix with different ratios of water to xanthan gum powder. Of course we had to try each mix out so both ended up in slime soaked jeans and tees, which was fun, particularly when Jamie laughingly poured one jug inside my jeans, I spent the rest of the morning with a semi which kept hardening again each time I moved around and it rubbed against my slick jeans.

The stuff used on Jamie was a mix ratio of 20ml of powder to 1 litre of water, plus some food colouring. It was good in that it soaked clothing quickly and made them incredibly slippery against the skin, but it didn't stick in a coloured mass that coated one for more than a few minutes. We tried with 40ml, 60ml, 80ml and 100ml of powder per litre and eventually settled on 60ml as it provided the same clothing soak capacity whilst also giving good lasting colour coverage (don't blame me, Jamie came up with this 'technical' jargon - I just wrote it down at his dictation!)

We ended up with eight ten-litre buckets of various colours (black, red, blue, yellow, lime green, purple and orange) and I have to say they looked remarkably tempting. The plan was to have some fun with this batch on Sunday when Jamie, Kevin and I would have the house to ourselves - my parents were in Munich for the weekend for one of dad's conferences; Jamie's parents had gone to stay with some old friends who have just moved to York; Tom had gone to a festival of some sort in Cornwall with some friends and Kevin's mum was due to take his younger siblings to see their dad (he is not Kevin's dad) who has sadly been taken into a hospice with terminal cancer - and the three of us were looking forward to getting very slimey indeed.

Sunday was sunny and reasonably warm. We had our usual early morning swim and then breakfast before Kevin's mum and siblings set off. We gathered a few sets of clothes to wear throughout the day and spread a large plastic ground-sheet on the lawn outside the pool doors. We placed the buckets of slime to one side and then changed in to our first set of clothes.

I chose a pair of black jeans that fit me nice and snugly, a black tee-shirt, black socks and canvas shoes. I had decided to go commando. Jamie appeared in his favourite old 501s, CK boxers (I could see the waistband when he lifted his shirt), a blue and white striped polo-shirt, red socks and old Nike trainers. Kevin wore some indecently tight grey jeans and was obviously going commando, a navy blue tee-shirt, yellow socks and old trainers.

We had found a few measuring jugs in the kitchens as we had decided to use these at first rather than just throw full buckets over someone. The largest two were 2 litre capacity and the other three were 1 litre ones.

We decided that Kevin should be the first to be slimed. I told him to look up at the sky and then poured a 2 litre jug of orange slime over his head. It covered his face and then poured down over his chin and neck before trickling over his tee-shirt. He spluttered and wiped the slime from his eyes and brushed a hand up over his forehead, pushing the slime back over his hair. He spat some slime from his lips and grinned. We sloshed some green slime over his front and watched it soak the front of his tee-shirt and run down over the front of his jeans, moving slowly over the prominent bulge, which twitched slightly as the slime soaked through. A further couple of jugs thrown over his groin area and legs completed the job.

"Bloody hell! This feels amazing - I'm hard already......" Kevin laughed.

"Yeah, we noticed." Jamie said dryly "Who's next?"

"You...." Kevin suggested as he wiped a handful of slime across Jamie's chest before he could move away.

So we got Jamie to sit in a garden chair and then I poured a large jug of red slime over his head. It ran down over his hair and dripped down his face, ears and back of his neck. The second jug was poured by Kevin. Yellow slime poured over his face and down the front of his polo-shirt, dribbling inside the collar. I threw some green slime over his front and watched it soak his shirt before puddling in his lap. Kevin poured some more, purple this time, across his thighs and crotch until he was covered. He stood up and we threw a couple of jugs across his back and the seat of his jeans, filling both rear pockets. Jamie ran his hands across his chest and then his thighs and groin giving the growing bulge there a quick rub and squeeze before squeezing the slime from his rear pockets and smoothing it into the back of his legs. His clothes stuck in a wrinkled fashion to every part of his body and looked highly shiny as though water was pouring continuously over them before draining away.

"Let's use just the lighter colours on Chris as he is wearing all black." Jamie suggested.

I stood still as yellow slime was poured over my up-turned face and then sloshed across my chest. Lime green was thrown across my thighs and groin area. My black tee-shirt and jeans looked transformed and as I felt the full impact of the slime soaking through, my boner started to tent out the front of my jeans to the right of the fly. A couple more jugs of red slime poured and sloshed over my back and butt completed the covering.

"Wow!" Kevin said "Those colours look great on black clothing. By the way is anyone else having a job to keep standing with all this slime underfoot?"

"Yup ........ I've almost fallen over a couple of times." Jamie laughed "But that may just be me and my leg - I imagined wearing shoes would help, rather than bare feet, but it seems not. What next?"

"Why don't we just get the hose out and make this tarpaulin wet and have a go at sliding around?" I said.

"OK, off you go!" Kevin said.

"We'll just stay here and indulge in some 'self-help' therapy........" Jamie laughed.

So off I went and when I got back Jamie and Kevin were standing facing each other with a hand on each other's bulge, gently rubbing and squeezing each other through their slime sodden jeans. Kevin looked to be abnormally aroused (he's a big lad in that department anyway) and he looked to be on the verge of climax with his eyes closed and that far away look. Jamie was just looking relaxed and content with having his semi rubbed.

"Having fun, guys?" I said as I pulled the trigger on the spray gun and pointed the jet of water at them, I gave them both a good soaking and their clothes looked beautifully shiny as the water bounced off them.

Kevin had that sudden relieved look on his face a few moments later and muttered something to Jamie and they stepped away from each other, Jamie shaking his head to disperse the water in his hair. I turned off the water.

"God that water feels cold......" Jamie said as he shook his arms and legs.

"Made me shoot my load......." Kevin grinned as he rubbed what remained of his boner.

"I don't think we need to know that, Kevin....." I said as I wrestled him to the ground and we rolled around in the water and slime. Jamie picked up a bucket of slime and suddenly we were both drenched in black slime as he poured it slowly over us as we rolled around. Instant boner time for me as my jeans felt so slick and slippery against me. I could feel my boner pushing against Kevin's thigh as we grappled with our legs intertwined.

"Anything I can do for you, Chris?" Kevin grinned as he too felt it.

"Whatever you like." I said as he rolled on top of me and we stopped wrestling.

He pushed down on me and started sliding his groin around on top of my bulge, it felt amazing as my jeans felt incredibly slippery, I put my hands on his buttocks and pulled him down harder. He laughed and started rubbing the palms of his hands across my nipples as he watched my reaction. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feelings in my increasingly frantic boner and soon after that I shot my load.

We spent a while competing in sliding across the tarpaulin on our fronts, butts and backs with our legs in the air, by the time we had finished we were all totally soaked in slightly diluted slime. Our clothes looked like a slightly wrinkled second skin and however much you tried they would not drape as normal and stuck to every nook and cranny. We could all see each others' butts, cocks, balls and nipples (hard or not) under our shiny, clinging jeans and tops and the bright sunlight just emphasised everything in a very arousing way. It would have been nice to have some girls with us; maybe next time.......

"I vote we go and get a shower to clean up a bit, get changed again and then come back for more." Jamie said "I'm just loving this and want to know what other clothes feel like."

We went in and showered after taking off our clothes and wringing them out into one bucket - we threw the contents onto the tarpaulin - and dumping our clothes into another and then after the shower Jamie suggested a swim before dressing again. It is very liberating swimming with no clothes on at all. Funny watching Kevin diving in from the top board with all his bits flapping around as he did so. It was almost hot in the pool area so we sat there 'au natural' for a while with coffee and biscuits and chatted. Jamie has recently used some hair removal cream on his intimate areas and that was the subject of some discussion as neither Kevin or I had realised what he had done. Not sure I would want to go down that route, although both Kevin and I keep things in trim down there and under arms. The sight of Jamie's dangly bits being quite so out there was a bit weird, but he likes it apparently.

After our second go at getting thoroughly slimed - me in tan cargoes, green polo-shirt and same shoes; Jamie in grey cotton chinos, white tee-shirt; Kevin in baggy blue denim jeans, red long-sleeve shirt - we had used up all the buckets of slime, so we stripped off again and showered before having lunch in the buff again. We spent the early afternoon in the pool and then went out and slid around in the slime and water on the tarpaulin. We were just about to go in to shower and get dressed when Kevin's mum, Jemima, appeared at the doorway to the pool.

"Hi, everyone." Jemima called "Have you had a good day?"

There was no way we could hide the fact that all three of us were starkers and sporting boners to various degrees, although being mostly covered in coloured slime which acted as some sort of camouflage.

Jamie scrambled to his feet, and without even blushing, walked towards her "We were just thinking of getting a shower. Was your day too horrible, are you all OK?"

"It was sad seeing him so frail and ...... well, shrunk in on himself, I suppose ........ but .......... he abandoned us and no decent man should do that." Jemima said "At least he has met his kids again and knows they are well and I hope that makes him realise how much he's missed by leaving us. In my heart though, I can't bear a grudge against a dying man whatever else I think about him."

"Well, that does you credit, I must say. Can't have been easy for you all." Jamie said "Where are Kayne and Katie, are they OK?"

"They went straight off to change for a swim." Jemima said "Perhaps you should put some clothes on before they come in."

"Katie has seen us like this before, I'm sure, and Kayne certainly has." Kevin told her.

"That may be, and much as I like to see fit young men, clothes would be good!" Jemima laughed "In the meantime, can I use your kitchen Chris, and I'll make some tea for us all?"

"Yes, of course - you know where everything is......." I replied.

We went and showered and then pulled on swim-shorts - I have a new pair of khaki coloured shorts with a big yellow stripe across the middle, they fit nicely when dry and I wanted to see what they were like wet - and joined the others for tea as we sat around the pool in the sun. Kayne asked what we had been doing.

"Sliding around in slime without any clothes on." Jemima laughed "That's how I found them."

"Eeeeuuuugh!" said Katie pulling a face of disgust.

"What do you object to, Katie?" Kevin asked "The slime or that we weren't wearing anything?"

"Both - slime sounds horrible and seeing you without any clothes might be even worse." Katie laughed.

"Sounds like fun to me ..... being slimed, I mean. The other thing is neither here nor there." Kayne said "Do you have any slime left?"

"No, but we could mix some quickly if you fancied being slimed after tea." I said "I suggest you change into some jeans and a tee-shirt, it will be more fun than swimmers."

"OK, you're on." Kayne grinned "What colour?"

"Your choice - red, blue, yellow, purple, lime green or black." I said.

"Yellow, I think." Kayne grinned "I fancy seeing my blue jeans turn yellow."

So after tea we went through to the shower area and mixed-up a bucket full of bright yellow slime whilst Kayne changed into his old blue jeans and a navy blue tee-shirt. Katie had followed us and was watching as we mixed the slime, when it was finished she dipped her hand gingerly in the bucket and watched as she pulled it out and watched the slime slowly drip off her fingers.

"Can I join in as well?" she asked.

"Of course you can - what colour?" I asked.

"Purple is my favourite colour." Katie replied "I'll find my jeans and a tee-shirt, back in a minute." and she ran off.

We all went outside and I asked Kayne how he wanted to be slimed, poured over his head or just thrown over him.

"What gives the best coverage?"

"A slow pouring as you sit in a chair, I think, and then you can stand up and we can cover the missed bits." Jamie told him.

We poured the yellow slime slowly over his head and shoulders, then over his thighs and lap, sloshed some over his chest, stomach and back and then asked him to stand up. He was pretty much covered apart from his lower legs and backside. Kevin asked to fill up a jug and then stood in front of his brother.

"You'll enjoy this bit, bro." he laughed as he tugged at the waistband of Kayne's jeans and poured the entire two litres slowly down the inside and then let go and patted his crotch.

"Ooooh sh............!" Kayne gasped "That's cold on my balls........feels much colder than through my clothes."

"We made your slime with cold water; Katie's is warmer." Kevin laughed.

"Of course you did, I might have guessed, thanks for that......" Kayne grimaced.

We sloshed the remaining litre or two across his chest and watched it all slowly slide down his body. His jeans and tee-shirt stuck to his body and every time he moved they just clung even more.

"Ready for your moment, Katie?" I asked "Take a seat."

We gave Katie the same treatment as Kayne (except the slime down the jeans) and she giggled and laughed as she slowly got covered. She loved it.

We left Kayne and Katie playing around outside in the slime after we had hosed them down a bit, and went inside for a swim. After a while Kayne came in for a shower, he was still covered in slime with his clothes clinging tightly. He came back after his shower in his lime green swim-shorts and dived straight in off the top board.

Kevin eventually got out of the pool and went to see what Katie was doing and they came back a few minutes later when Kevin jumped back in the pool and Katie went off to shower. We all spent the rest of the afternoon in and around the pool and Jemima also changed and joined us until it was time for supper when we ordered-in some pizza - mine was mozzarella, mushrooms, truffle shavings, spicy chorizo; delicious! - with a nice bottle or two of red wine that I liberated from dad's cellar.

By ten o'clock Katie was fast asleep and Kevin was trying hard to stay awake as we watched Eurovision so Jemima took them all back to their flat and Jamie and I were left alone. After all the singing had stopped we couldn't be bothered to sit through the voting so decided to go to bed.

As we headed for the stairs, Jamie remarked that he was still feeling horny and would I like to do anything more as he didn't feel tired in the least. I glanced down at his shorts as he moved a hand down to his crotch and squeezed the boner that was clearly tenting them out.

"Why don't we get our jeans and have a bit of fun in bed" Jamie suggested "they'll still be feeling nice and slick .................. and you know I love the feeling of slippery denim on my cock and balls."

It was an irresistible suggestion so we went back to the shower room and retrieved the bucket containing our jeans and tee-shirts and went up to Jamie's bedroom. We hurriedly changed into our wet jeans as our boners got harder and harder as we pulled off swim-shorts and grabbed our sodden jeans, Jamie removed his leg as he sat on the edge of the bed and joked as he watched my boner twitch and grow longer in my jeans as he pulled it off and slid it across the floor before standing up on one leg and pulling his jeans up and easing them over his butt and boner.

"Do you find the thought of my stump a bit arousing?" he asked.

"Yes I do actually. Don't know why ........ sorry." I replied.

"No worries, I'd just noticed a few times before, that's all."

We fell onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs and both started groping and grabbing at each others' boners and butts. Jamie's cock felt enormously stiff under the slick denim and he responded almost too quickly.

Afterwards we settled so that we were lying head to head on our backs with our jeans pulled down around our knees and relaxed slowly, I glanced down and watched his erection slowly subside as he lay flat on his back with his eyes closed. I started jacking off again as I lay there and when I came again I aimed at Jamie and grinned as my jizz arced over and splashed across Jamie's almost flaccid cock.

"You are totally gross ......." Jamie laughed, without stirring "let's just shower and go to bed in our wet clothes, I'm feeling tired now."

So we did just that. I woke a few times during the night to hear Jamie gently snoring as he lay next to me, each time his arms and hands were resting on different places on my body and when I awoke in the morning sporting a goodly boner, his hand was already gently rubbing and squeezing me. Can't think of a better way to wake up.

Re: A day of slime

In Reply to: Re: A day of slime posted by wetchas on May 20, 2019 at 19:39:38:

Hi Wetchas, nice to hear from you. Tom is due back tomorrow, not sure what festival he was going to, we will find out in due course, no doubt.

Our weekend of slime was great, can't believe how erotic slime can be, and the night in bed with Chris in our wet clothes was really good - never had a blow-job from Chris before but didn't have the balls to reciprocate - bit cowardly but just couldn't do it.

Yes, we are busy at work (and enjoying it) so not so much time, particularly since uncle died, to get wet and have fun, but we still enjoy reading these forums and post whenever we can.

We are never quite sure how far into detail we can go on this forum and don't want to get really crude or explicit but we do have a lot of fun together although we spend more time with Sue and Mari than each other these days. Chris is planning a wedding for September so that is great. All is good at the moment.

more slime

Coincidentally, I got home from work and found my package from Messy Supplies, which had a bag of slime powder to make 20 gallons. Just as I finished reading Chris and Jamie's excellent story, I had to try it myself! I had never been slimed before, so I was really looking forward to it. I put on some sloggi briefs (white when I started, though not any longer...) Levi's faded jeans, white socks, canvas Vans, a black leather belt, and a new white T. I mixed up about half of the powder into my bathtub, and it was more than enough. I had about 4 inches of slime in my tub by the time I was done mixing it, and trying to get all the lumps out (which I didn't do that well...) I climbed in, shoes first, and quickly made sure I didn't slip on it and break my neck on the tub. But I sat down in the slime and started pouring bowl fulls over me, getting my hair slimed, and letting it run down my shirt into my jeans. It felt great, and pretty soon the outside of my clothes were totally covered in pale green slime. I carefully stood up (again, really slippery) and poured a bowl down the front of my jeans, letting it soak into my white underwear. I unbuttoned my Levis enough to pour slime down my legs too, so my pants were slimed inside and out and super slippery. They felt great since any way I moved, my jeans and briefs slid with me. I had slimed inside my briefs too, so now I was sporting a huge hard on. I slipped off my shoes and poured slime into them, then squished my now green socks into them, oozing slime out the lace holes. But having slime all over your body, and both inside and outside your clothes, feels wonderfully sexy. I slid around, rolling in the slime, dunking me head, pouring it over me again and again. I spent about an hour in the slime, just enjoying the wonderful slippery feeling. But I noticed that my briefs and jeans were so slippery that if I tried to sit up, my jeans and undies would get pulled off me! Perfect time to let my jeans fall to my ankles, my briefs sliding down my legs with a plop, and spent a good 15 minutes rubbing one out. It was almost too easy, the slime being a natural lube around my cock, but I finally came and added a small bit of cum to the slime. Cleaning up took a little while, mostly due to clumps in the slime which needed more effort to break up and get down the drain, but I have a nice pile of wet, slightly green stained jeans, T, briefs and socks on top of my soaked shoes and belt. I still have enough powder for 2 more soakings, so I can't wait to pick out new clothes. Any suggestions as to what to wear?

Re: A day of slime

In Reply to: Re: A day of slime posted by Jamie on May 20, 2019 at 20:01:59:

A wedding eh. that could be interesting. Hope the cake lasts long enough to be cut and eaten. And as for the trash the suit/dress afterwards, it could get very entertaining.
I've only sucked cock once sadly, sadly never had the opportunity since.
Thanks again for replying.
Cheers.
Charlie.

Re: A day of slime

In Reply to: Re: A day of slime posted by wetchas on May 21, 2019 at 19:07:54:

Yes indeed, Chris and Mari have set the date and decided on a family-only registry office wedding (neither of them are of a religious persuasion) followed by a reception for family and friends at home, big marquee on the front lawn and the pool area available for a later evening party. Not sure that they want to do a "trash the dress/groom's suit" sort of thing as Mari says that seems a bit too obvious.

Chris was only tempted to try the sucking cock thing because I recently exfoliated the area recently as an experiment. I have to say that I enjoyed more that I thought I would and Chris was fascinated at how smooth and soft I felt in his mouth. I just don't fancy getting a mouthful of pubic hair (whether that is a realistic prospect or not) so declined returning the favour. I have given him a tube of the cream I used and will happily try after he has used it but he is not keen to get completely hairless down there despite him liking what I had done. Each to their own. We don't get that intimate now that Mari and Sue are more on the scene than before, maybe it is just us getting older and more conventional rather than trying things out on the only person available and willing even though being same sex. Most guys would experiment with close friends (usually same sex when you are teenagers?) so I guess we have largely grown up and matured beyond all that. Still enjoy getting wet and muddy and being jacked off my someone though.... and seeing other guys in wet clothes as they usually get boners, don't they?

Stay wet, my friend, and enjoy life.

Re: A day of slime

In Reply to: Re: A day of slime posted by Jamie on May 21, 2019 at 19:52:54:

Mit be bi its cool im gay just be urself

We check our obstacle course.

Kayne has some school-friends coming over to the house this coming weekend and they want to have a go on the obstacle course that we set up in the woods a few years ago. He has said that there will be seven of them; we've met a few since Kayne started going to our old school and knew two or three as younger brothers of contemporaries from our own school days.

So, in preparation and to check safety, Chris and I took yesterday afternoon off work, borrowed a van and trailer and took one of the small diggers home. Chris has become quite proficient at using a digger as he has good co-ordination between hands and feet on all the controls; me? not so good - pretty useless to be honest. My forté is driving a van and trailer. We recently bought a new Mercedes van for work that has automatic transmission, a must for me, and I seem to have been able to master reversing and manoeuvring a trailer - who knew I had hidden talents?

It was a nice sunny afternoon and when we got home we changed into jeans and tee-shirts - me, my favourite old 501s worn commando, a tatty looking navy tee-shirt and old Nike trainers that are about to fall apart and Chris some new Wrangler jeans that need to get muddy and wet for the first time, Superdry briefs, a very faded pink Superdry tee-shirt and old blue trainers - and took the van and trailer as far along the track as we could, about thirty yards from the muddy swamp area, and unloaded the digger.

With Chris on the digger, I jumped into the swamp area and wandered around, getting wetter and wetter, checking out the differing levels. We originally built it so that the bottom was varied levels in a rough grid but over time the mud has shifted so there are more squares that are near enough the same, so we set about digging some deeper again and using the mud dug out to raise the level else where. It works best if there are deepest and shallowest squares next to each other in a sort of random pattern. The grid is roughly four squares by five. After an hour's work we had got it back to roughly how we had originally designed it all. I went and diverted the nearby stream to fill the swamp and after ten minutes it was back to its best with the shallow bits knee deep on me and the deepest up to my arm pits and more. Perfect.

With Chris on the digger it seems that I was the one who was designated to get soaking wet and filthy dirty - but hey, someone's got to do it! - and I was getting harder the wetter and dirtier I got so can't complain.

We moved on to the muddy ditch crawl and checked that all the logs laid across it were secure and safe to clamber over. No need to use the digger on this one so Chris clambered into the ditch with me as we worked from log to log. We did use the digger a bit to pack some earth around a couple of ends of logs on the side just to ensure they couldn't move.

Then onwards to the 'stepping stones' - we call it this for want of a better short phrase as it is made of logs pushed vertically into the bottom of a wide, water-filled ditch in groups of three or four with one much taller to use as a handhold—and we used the digger to ram them in a bit further and check none were loose, particularly the tall ones as they take a battering as you jump and push into them. The logs you step onto are a couple of inches above the surface level which is chest deep on me, so I got a good soaking again as I moved along the ditch. We dug out a few places where the bank had slipped in and then moved on to the monkey bars over the mud pit.

We used the digger to check that the main supports were stable and then I jumped in and checked the logs that form the top part of the sides. The mud pit is a rectangular pit with log walls standing a couple of feet proud of the ground level and is almost shoulder deep on me. The platforms at either end are a bit higher so that you can reach the bars and when hanging from the bars you dangle about three feet above the surface. Chris lowered the bucket so that I could pull myself up and sit in it and then he raised it up so I could check that the hanging bars were all secure and their bolts tight. When that was finished, Chris surprised me by tipping the bucket down so that I slipped off it and fell flat on my face into the mud. I was completely submerged and when I scrambled to my feet I could feel mud everywhere inside my jeans and tee-shirt. Needless to say, Chris thought it very funny.

I managed to clean off most of the mud in the shallow pools around the two walls whilst Chris checked them over. The final obstacle is the climbing frame with a zip-wire descent into another muddy pool. We checked the bolts and wires that held it all together and that the zip-wire and hangers were secure and safe and then Chris had a go on it and ended up as wet and almost as muddy as me when he landed in the muddy pool at the end. That was fun.

Job done we loaded the digger back onto the trailer and drove back to the house where we hosed the digger, trailer, van and ourselves clean and went for a nice hot shower. An enjoyable afternoon's work ended with us helping each other out with those pesky boners as we stood under the showers, very satisfying.

Re: A day of slime

In Reply to: Re: A day of slime posted by Rob on May 22, 2019 at 11:28:28:

Yeah, you are quite right - I should just go with the flow.

Re: A day of slime

In Reply to: Re: A day of slime posted by Lycradude on May 22, 2019 at 14:59:49:

Jamie and Tom are cousins of mine - Jamie's mum, my mum and Tom's late dad were brother and sisters - and Jamie and I lived near each other and went to same school until we were eight years old when my parents and I moved to USA for dad's work. My family and I came back to the UK when I was sixteen and we all (Jamie's family and mine) moved into an old Victorian Gothic mansion just outside the town we lived in. I then started at the same school as Jamie and spent my last two years there before leaving and starting work for the conservation building company that Tom's dad ran. Since he died last year Tom, Jamie and I have taken over running the company, which was always the original plan anyway. Kevin and his younger siblings Kayne and Katie are children of Jemima, a distant cousin of Tom's mum. They moved into part of the house after falling on hard times following an abusive relationship that Jemima had, a chance to make a new start in life for them all.

Tom is gay but has no regular partner at present. Chris and I are heterosexual and both have girlfriends (Chris is getting married to Mari in September this year) but have enjoyed the odd sexual encounter over the last few years (mutual jacking off, touching and groping and so on, but nothing further). Chris and I have both turned 21 recently, Tom is a couple of years older, Kevin is 19 and his younger siblings, Kayne and Katie, are nearly 15 and 8 respectively. I have an older brother Will who is fast approaching 24; he is gay and has a regular partner and they both work overseas as senior crew on a billionaire's superyacht, so we don't see him often in person.

The house we all live in is big and sprawling over four floors in parts, and is split into two family homes over two floors for my family and Chris's as well as a flat for Tom adjoining the indoor pool area; an attic apartment for his parents originally -now just his mum; and accommodation over the garages for Jemima and her family. There is still plenty of unused space for Chris and Mari to have their own flat after they marry and for me and my girlfriend Sue if and when we do the same. It is likely that grandparents may also move in as they get older and need more care etc.

Hope that that explains it all for you, it is very complicated.

Re: We check our obstacle course.

In Reply to: We check our obstacle course. posted by Jamie on May 22, 2019 at 19:16:58:

That sounds like just the sort of manual labour that I could enjoy - not being in the digger but like you, Jamie, getting down and dirty.... no, make that "filthy"..... and thoroughly enjoying it by getting a boner.

I so envy you two guys..... getting hard just reading about it.

Re: Back in the loop.

In Reply to: Back in the loop. posted by Jonno on May 23, 2019 at 21:43:41:

Very sorry to hear this news, trust Benny is back to his old self again very soon. Cancer seems to strike at the most unexpected times, so good they caught it in good time to operate successfully.

Chris and I sent Benny our best wishes and look forward to reading more stories soon, always enjoyed them in the past, particularly the messy club ones.

Re: Back in the loop.

In Reply to: Re: Back in the loop. posted by Benny on May 24, 2019 at 09:25:27:

Delighted to hear you are feeling fit and well again. One of the guys at work went through chemo a couple of years ago and he said he'd never felt so almost continually sick before, so it must affect a lot of people that way. Best of luck for the future from Jamie and me.

Re: We check our obstacle course.

In Reply to: Re: We check our obstacle course. posted by Gavin on May 23, 2019 at 14:22:03:

It was fun and pretty much the only manual labour I've done since working - I don't call chipping away at stone as a stonemason "manual labour", although it obviously is on one level, as it is too enjoyable. I did manage to get Chris as filthy as me before we finished, so he didn't get away with just sitting on the digger all the time.

Re: Back in the loop.

In Reply to: Re: Back in the loop. posted by Jamie on May 24, 2019 at 13:27:38:

Thanks guys, appreciate your best wishes and thank you for them.

Surprise at our morning swim.

Mike and Harry came over to join us for our early morning swim today after not doing so for a few weeks. We were already in the pool when they arrived and they went into the changing room to get into their swimming trunks. We normally wear Speedo-style trunks rather than shorts or other clothes for these swim sessions as it is supposed to be proper exercise and not just fooling around and getting wet.

I was just finishing a few quick lengths and taking a breather when I heard a roar of loud laughter from the changing room and then Harry's voice.

"What the hell are those? What were you thinking?" Harry shouted before bursting into laughter again.

"Swimming trunks - you know, like the one's you are wearing." I heard Mike reply.

"Hardly!" Harry replied.

Harry appeared by the pool in his usual navy blue Speedos.

"Hey guys, wait 'til you see what Mike's wearing today - very classy......" Harry grinned.

So we all waited to see what he had been laughing about. Mike appeared a few moments later wearing a pair of bright metallic-looking gold trunks. He grinned as he walked towards the pool.

"What do you think?" Mike asked.

"Well, they don't leave much to the imagination do they?" Jamie grinned "All that shiny fabric just highlights your ........ well, everything really."

"No more than any other pair ..... particularly when they are wet." Mike said defensively "Anyway, I like them, they're a bit different."

"Certainly are .........." Harry grinned "Come on, into the water with you." he finished as he grabbed Mike's shoulders and pulled him into the water with a big splash.

Even when swimming, Mike's gold trunks still shone brightly and looked no different whether wet or dry.

We quizzed Mike on where he had got them when we had finished our exercise and were sitting on the side. Turned out that he had seen them on Ebay and had also bought a red pair in the same shiny fabric. In truth the metallic fabric was so shiny all over that they revealed no more of his anatomy than the plain navy or black trunks that the rest of us were wearing when gleaming wet.

Kayne's friends have muddy fun.

My younger brother Kayne had some friends from school come round on Saturday afternoon, there were seven of them, all about his age - 14 going on 15 - and all wanting to have a go at the muddy obstacle course that Jamie and Chris have gradually developed in the woods over the last few years and that he had told them about. They have a proper assault course at school that the C.C.F. use but they only get to use that when supervised a couple of times a year at most, whereas our obstacles are not so difficult (or potentially hazardous) and are a real laugh.

Kayne had told everyone to be prepared to get really wet and muddy and to wear long trousers, sturdy footwear and preferably long-sleeved tops to minimise injury if falling against rough ground or logs etc., so they all turned up in jeans or cargoes and rugby style shirts of various colours. I've met a few of his schoolfriends before, mostly his best friend Austen when he has come home to study together or play computer games. Kayne had asked me to join them and help show them how to do the course safely, to which I readily agreed, always happy to get wet and muddy! Most of them live within cycling or walking distance of home and had bought sports bags with a change of clothes, swim-shorts and towels, so Kayne took them through to the changing room by the pool and left their bags their for later. We took a quick poll of what people liked to eat for later and I phoned the local pizza shop with the order for delivery later. So after that we headed out to the woods.

I was struggling to write this account and get the names right, so Kayne has given me some notes on each of his friends, so the best I can do is recreate that here.

Austen - Half a head taller than Kayne, he has straight thick black hair that he wears longer than most lads of his age, half covering his ears and a couple of inches over his collar at the back. Along with his deeply sunken dark eyes and heavy eyebrows, almost hooked nose and thin lips he has the looks of what Chris describes as 'a tortured Victorian Gothic poet' but in fact has an infectious smile and a very good sense of humour. He was dressed in faded black jeans, a deep purple and grey horizontally striped rugby shirt and chunky black trainers.

Dan - A skinny boy about the same height as Kayne, with a mop of curly fair hair over extremely short back and sides. Strikingly bright blue eyes in a handsome face which is marred by acne, poor lad. Dressed in well worn, faded skinny-fit pale blue jeans, plain dark blue rugby shirt with the England team emblem printed across the chest and tatty grey trainers on his feet.

Robert - A plump boy, half a head shorter than Kayne, with light brown wavy hair that flops over his forehead and half covers his eyes. Friendly open face with a broad grin and huge whiter-than-white teeth. Wearing camo-pattern olive green cargo-pants, a yellow and green striped rugby shirt and rugged black boots.

Hamish, a.k.a. Hammy - A muscular looking lad a bit taller than Kayne with unruly red hair, green eyes and lots of freckles across his upper cheeks and nose. A serious looking boy who, despite initial impressions, laughs readily and has a quick wit. Speaks with a strong Scots accent. Dressed in faded, loose-fitting, pale green jeans, a white rugby shirt with a Scotland team emblem on the front, and grey trainers.

Michael, a.k.a. Spike - A small wiry lad with very short dark brown hair and big brown eyes. Noticeably pointed features and an air of alertness about him. A also a distinguishing two inch scar to the right of his chin. He was wearing slim-fitting faded red jeans, a black and white striped rugby shirt and black trainers.

Oliver, a.k.a. Ghost. The most striking boy in the group (probably that I have ever seen, in fact). Tall (a head taller than any of the others) a very skinny boy with very pale skin and a head of thick completely white hair, matching eyebrows and the palest grey eyes I have ever seen. Hi nickname is perfect. He turned out to be friendly, chatty and laughed a lot. Also, apparently, the 'brains' of this group of friends, getting AA* grades in every subject he studies. He wore faded grey jeans, a dark green and white striped rugby shirt and dark green trainers.

Andrew a.k.a. Andy - a body double for Kayne in terms of height, build and looks except that his hair is a deep auburn and he has grey/green eyes. A slightly shy boy who looks serious most of the time but has a smile that is genuinely happy and makes you want to smile back. Wearing dark blue jeans that looked almost new, a blue and white horizontally striped rugby shirt and dark blue trainers that looked well worn.

So that was our group of visitors. Kayne was wearing his favourite old denim jeans, a bottle green rugby shirt and grey trainers. I was in some of my work gear, old tan cargoes, a green rugby shirt and brown work boots.

We arrived at the mud pit with the uneven bottom and Kayne explained that anyone could just jump in and get totally soaked straight away or if they rather, we could leave to the end and do the other obstacles and gradually get wet and muddy. There was a chorus of "Later" apart from Spike who wanted to jump right in, so a couple of the others obliged him by pushing him off the edge. Everyone laughed when he landed in one of the deeper parts and ended up standing chest deep in the muddy water. He started to wade back but Kayne told him that he had to go all the way across now that he was in there, so he waded away from us and then tripped up as the level changed, much to everyone's amusement, and went completely under before scrambling to is feet and carrying on. He clambered out and walked round the edge to get back to us. He was obviously drenched and covered in thick mud up to his thighs from falling down.

"What will your mum say, you naughty boy." Andy laughed.

"What she always says, 'Don't come in the house like that. Go and get clean - you know how the washing machine works.' or something like that." Spike laughed "This is fun guys." as he looked down at himself. His faded red jeans had turned ruby red now they were wet and most of the white stripes on his shirt were now a dirty brown.

We moved on to the muddy ditch which was not that full but wet at least, so crawling under the logs placed across it would get them wet and muddy across their fronts at least. I went first to demonstrate, not that they really needed to be told on this obstacle, and they all followed with Kayne bringing up the rear. Once they got the hang of it, there was a fair bit of jostling to get in front of each other by crawling around them or over the top and not everyone went under all the logs, some climbed over them to get ahead faster. There was much laughing and throwing of mud. Everyone was wet to a large degree and all were smeared in mud from head to toe. Dan looked the most muddy as his pale blue jeans were now a uniform muddy brown across his groin, hips and legs, he also got some ribbing from the other guys for the significant boner that was clearly trying to tent out his tight jeans.

We moved on to the standing logs. These are sets of three or four logs hammered into the ground next to each other to form a series of stepping stones along a flooded ditch. One log of each set is seven or eight feet taller than the tops of the others so that you can grab hold of it as you move along, the gaps between each set is at least a long stride for a grown man and gets longer the further you progress, so by the end you have to jump to the next set. Also the shorter logs are in different places in relation to the tall one on each set, so you might find that only one log is on the near side rather two or three, making it a smaller platform to aim for as you jump. If you fall you will get totally soaked as the water in the ditch is shoulder height on an adult. I demonstrated what to do on the first two sets of 'stepping stones' and then jumped down into the ditch to show how deep the water is. There were a few gasps of surprise and someone asked "Is that cold?" as I scrambled out.

"Well, it ain't warm - but not too bad." I laughed "But if you're agile and brave, you'll get to the end and not fall in."

Ghost was the first to have a go and we all watched as he made it all the way, making it look easy. He jumped onto the bank and raised his arms in triumph.

"Easy!" he called out "Just don't hesitate, keep going."

The rest of the boys then started, each setting off as the one before got to the third 'stepping stone' so as not to get bunched up. Went well at first but then someone hesitated too long and they started to catch up with each other and things got competitive with Andy trying to overtake Dan resulting in both of them falling in. Hammy also fell in at the last one as he misjudged his jump. They all decided to have another go and this time the jostling and hurrying resulted in all but Dan falling in again. So now everyone was soaked to the skin. They didn't seem to mind as they splashed and tried to duck each other before scrambling out and joining me on the bank.

"Happy now?" I asked.

"Yeah, great!"
"I am so wet!"
"This is great fun....."
"What's next?"
"Can we get really muddy now?"
"Anyone got a dry bit of shirt I can wipe mud out of my eye with?"

Were just some of the responses I heard.

"OK, we can do muddy if that's what you want." Kayne told everyone and he led everyone over to the monkey bars which run over a proper mud pit. It is basically a deep hole in the ground with logs forming the sides for the top couple of feet and the raised platform at each end. The mud is about chest deep on an adult and is sloppy wet stuff mostly with thicker stuff on the bottom which is just over ankle deep, enough to make it a bit of a struggle to get unstuck, hopefully causing you to fall over completely.

He asked me to demonstrate, so I did - without falling in.

"You were supposed to fall in, Kev, and show us all how muddy it gets....... brothers! Useless......" he moaned.

"If you're so keen, do it yourself." I grinned.

Kayne got to the middle bar, about number eight I think, when he lost his grip and dropped into the mud. Kayne struggled to pull his feet out and then waded to the side and started to haul himself out over the log sides, but as he lifted a leg to swing it up onto the log, his hands slipped and he fall back in, going totally under. The mud man that reappeared was not that happy, cursing loudly, but everyone else thought it hilarious. His mud soaked jeans and top clung to every part of his body and when he shook his head, mud sprayed off his hair and splattered over the group. It was all too obvious that he was enjoying himself and that gave rise to a few ribald comments from his friends.

"Muddy enough for you guys?" I asked as Kayne joined us again.

Austen went first and fell two rungs from the end, quickly and cleanly pulling himself out, but still covered to his neck.

The others had mixed luck with Robert not even making it to the third bar. Ghost made it all the way but then turned a jumped into the mud anyway. By the end of that obstacle they had all had at least two goes and were all covered from head to toe and loving it. We stood at the edge of the pit and scraped as much mud as we could off each other and threw it back into the pit.

The final obstacles were the walls (one about five feet, the second about nine feet, clamber over each before dropping into a shallow pools of water) and the climbing frame with a 60 foot zip-wire down before dropping into a muddy pool again. Now muddy and also soaking wet again, we went back to the start and the mud pit where everyone jumped in and splashed across before a mud fight broke out which went on until everyone was breathless. I took them to the stream then and we washed off a lot of the mud sitting in the water and splashing each other.

Kayne suggested that we go back to the house by wading along the stream to where it reaches the bottom of the garden, and then go back to the house and pool for a shower and a swim. The stream is pretty full at the moment and the water flows quite quickly so most of us were fairly clean by the time we climbed out and started walking up the lawns to the house. Everyone showered and got clean and then Kayne said they could either stay in their wet clothes and swim in those or change into the swim-shorts they had bought with them. The unanimous decision was in favour of wet clothes, although Ghost and Dan opted for jeans only.

We had just got everyone in the pool when Chris and Jamie appeared.

"Hi guys. Had a fun afternoon?" Jamie asked.

They all shouted 'yes'. After Kayne had introduced Jamie and Chris to everyone and they had been told who all the boys were, Chris jumped straight in and Jamie disappeared to the shower room and came back a few minutes later with his basic prosthetic, sat on a chair, pulled up the leg of his jeans and swapped it for the electronic one that he normally wears. It was only as he stood up after kicking off his other shoe and taking off his shirt, ready to dive in, that he saw most of the boys staring open mouthed and wide eyed. Ghost spoke for them all.

"Sorry Jamie, don't mean to be rude by staring, but I don't think any of us knew about your leg until now." he said "I'd never have guessed from seeing you walk in."

"That's the idea ...... that you shouldn't be able to tell." Jamie grinned, and with that he pulled down the leg of his jeans and dived in. I saw him talking to a few of the boys later and explaining about how his leg fitted and worked.

Eventually Kevin got a ball and put chairs on either side of the pool to mark as goalposts and we split into teams. Jamie volunteered to act as referee and the game was played in chest deep water. The rules were simple, if you catch the ball from a team-mate you cannot then move with it but have to pass it to another who has hopefully moved into a forward position from where he can throw a goal. The pool is 25 feet wide so there is plenty of room to play and everyone enjoyed all the splashing about, pushing and ducking of opponents and the sight of each other clambering out to fetch the ball after a goal was scored.

When the pizzas arrived we all sat around the large table in our wet clothes and chatted and laughed about the day.

Re: Surprise at our morning swim.

In Reply to: Re: Surprise at our morning swim. posted by Jonno on May 27, 2019 at 09:37:09:

I might be tempted. Mike showed us the seller from where he got his trunks. They sell trunks in gold, silver, red, blue and green all in the same very, very shiny fabric. From the pictures of models wearing the trunks, I rather liked the look of the silver ones. The prices were around the six or seven pound mark depending on colour, so not so expensive that a small outlay would be prohibitive. Jamie and I are pretty much similar in clothing sizes so could buy a few and swap as preferred. I can just see Jamie in a green pair....

Re: Mud inside clothes?

In Reply to: Re: Mud inside clothes? posted by Muddywet on June 11, 2019 at 19:38:53:

That last bit - Jamie has that problem sometimes and says it can be very uncomfortable. Luckily I don't as I am circumcised (although my parents are not practicing Jews, my grandparents on dad's side are, and they insisted on it being done.) but I often think it would be more pleasurable to be 'intact' as Jamie seems to like it so much. Nothing I can do about it now...….

Re: Hard working days soaking wet.

In Reply to: Hard working days soaking wet. posted by Will the gardener on June 13, 2019 at 15:20:26:

Deadlines are hell aren't they? We have had a few jobs where things have gone wrong and we have rushed and had long hours to get finished on time and it is always a relief not to let the client down. Luckily we always quote a longer time scale than we expect simply because you never know what you will find on old building. All adds to the fun of the job.

The weather has been appalling here as well and we have had a few flooded roads to deal with as well. Driving an electric car I am very wary of trying to drive through flood water in case everything short-circuits and goes "BANG".

Chris and I went up to the muddy ride the other day and found it flooded and turned into a quagmire. We haven't got so muddy in a long time but it was huge fun. The jeans and sweatshirts we were wearing have been through the wash once but still look a bit on the brown side.

This coming weekend we are going back to the kart track for friend Red's birthday celebrations and then back to his place for a BBQ. Half of me is hoping it will still be raining heavily for the karting so that we all have some wet and muddy fun but the other half is thinking "wouldn't it be nice to have a sunny evening for a BBQ for a change" - maybe we'll be lucky and get both......

Re: Hard working days soaking wet.

In Reply to: Re: Hard working days soaking wet. posted by Jamie on June 13, 2019 at 20:47:31:

Hi Jamie and Chris. Yes indeed, Janine is pretty strict when it comes to keeping her (our?) place clean and tidy, but we had such a good night that there was no opportunity to get the bathroom cleaned up until after she had headed off to work in the morning but not without strict instructions for it to be spotless and tidy when she got home. Fair enough.

There is a lot of flooding and overly wet ground in this area at the moment so I have a day off today as it is pointless trying to do gardening and just turning the place into a muddy mess.

I walked down to the park and the stream this morning just for some fresh air and the stream is well up with lots of water pouring over the various weirs. Dan has expressed an interest in going down there this weekend as he and Ruby are staying with us again whilst his parents are away at a teachers forum somewhere. I didn't get totally wet today, except a bit in the rain, but was sorely tempted.

I love the idea of getting totally trashed in deep mud so do please tell us all more about your time at the muddy ride. The karting should be fun as well, so enjoy.

We get muddy with friend Robbie.

Our friend Robbie came round a few evenings ago as we wanted to plan the celebration for Harry's 21st birthday and it was being held at their farm on the outskirts of town which has a huge old barn which is ideal for partying.

"So, tell all about the mud that I've heard of from our mates...." Robbie asked almost as soon as he arrived.

"What do you want to know?" Chris asked.

"I've heard Harry and Mike talking about getting totally trashed whilst here and out in the woods you have. So I thought you might like to show me today." Robbie said.

"We'd love to show you, how about now? We can plan the party later." Chris asked him "Shame you couldn't make it before, but we can make up for that today."

"Yeah, sorry about that, but with dad not being 100% over the last few years I've had to do a lot more work around the farm so meeting up with mates and partying took a back seat."

"Must be difficult. How is your dad these days?" I asked.

"He's been given nine months to a year at most, but he's bearing up and taking each day as it comes. There's a small chance he may last longer, but who knows?" Robbie explained "It's all pretty horrible, but there's nothing any of us can do about it, we just have to get on with life - can't see me getting away from the farm anytime soon but at least if I take it on Paul (his younger brother) will have a chance to get to university and achieve what I couldn't ........ getting away from the bloody farm."

"Really sorry to hear that, give your dad our best wishes ........ and your mum of course." Chris said "Sounds trite but you know if there's anything we can do or help with, do let us know."

"Of course, appreciate that, everyone has been really kind and supportive but being a farmer really wasn't what I had planned for my life. I guess my fate was sealed when Danny was killed. Dad seems to have just gone down-hill ever since; he idolised Daniel and we all just assumed he would take on the farm in due course."

"Hey come on, Robbie, it is a lovely place and you'll be, what?, the seventh generation to farm that land." Chris said "I know it might be a burden in a way, all that expectation, but you can rise to the challenge. You've never failed at anything yet - think of that first time you dived off the top board at school despite being terrified of heights, you aced it better than anyone else and did it with style. This is just a bigger challenge but something you know all about having helped out for so long."

"Any one told you before that you should be a life coach or something rather than a carpenter?" Robbie laughed.

"There have been some very inspirational carpenters in history, I'll have you know." Chris laughed.

"I know ...... have you mastered the ability to walk on water yet?" he grinned.

"No, somehow I still keep getting wet." Chris laughed "Won't stop me trying though ......"

"Are you dressed to get wet and muddy, Robbie?" I asked.

"Always - I don't have any decent clothes these days," Robbie said ruefully as he looked down at himself "just work clothes."

"Come on then, let's get going." Chris suggested.

Robbie was dressed in rather tatty looking loose-fit jeans, a khaki long-sleeved shirt and some old trainers. At school Robbie was always a snappy dresser once we abandoned school uniform for civvies in the last two years and he was an enthusiastic "let's get wet" advocate at every opportunity that arose. He had always talked of going to university to study astrophysics, a long standing interest, but his father's cancer and his brother's death in a car crash had sadly put paid to those ideas. All his old friends from school have been very supportive over the last couple of years and he has become reconciled to his future as a farmer and is always happy to host events in the huge timber barn at the farm, even acting as DJ, another one of his enthusiasms.

We set off to the muddy ride and Chris sidetracked us to the flooded dell to see how much water was in there after all the rain we have had recently. It was higher than I've ever seen it before and Robbie immediately, without any encouragement or a 'by your leave' jumped onto the platform, grabbed the rope and swung out over the water a couple of times before gives an ear-piercing yell and splashing down. He clambered out dripping wet, of course, and sporting what looked to be a giant boner beneath his loose clinging jeans as the denim wrapped his package.

"Well, he always was one of the bigger lads at school......." Chris chortled as we watched him approach us.

"**** me! That feels great." Robbie exclaimed as he stopped in front of us.

"So I can see........" Chris laughed "Ready to move on or do you want to jump back in and deal with that out of sight?"

"Carry on if you have no objections." Robbie grinned "You've seen me before in the showers at school."

"Once seen never forgotten ...... unfortunately" I laughed as Robbie tried to grab my arm and push me in the water.

As expected the ride was water-logged and the rutted tracks were sloppy with mud along their entire lengths. Robbie was the first to splash down in the mud when he ran and dived in at full stretch. He rolled onto his back and splashed his arms and legs up and down washing muddy water across his front.

"This is awesome ......" Robbie called as he stood up with muddy water pouring off him.

Chris jumped into the water next to him and they wrestled each other back down into the mud and rolled around in a playful fight until Robbie ended up sitting on Chris' back as he lay pinned face down in the mud. They were both completely covered. Robbie slapped Chris on the backside and then stood up, offering Chris a hand to get to his feet.

"Still no better at wrestling, then, Chris?" Robbie asked.

"I was being the polite host, I let you ........." Chris laughed "Come on, it will be muddier further along."

We walked further on, jumping in every puddle of mud and water and kicking it at each other as often as we could. I was as wet as them in short order. The far end of the ride, near the open fields beyond our land, was really muddy. We waded in and found it to be knee deep and the consistency of double cream after we had churned it up with our feet. Chris bent down to test the mud with his hands and Robbie put a foot against his bum and gently shoved him forward to fall flat on his face, the mud was deep enough that he was completely submerged momentarily and when he scrambled to his feet he was thickly coated in the stuff as it oozed down his body as he stood and turned to face us. He wiped the mud from his eyes and face and brushed his hair back from his forehead.

"Come here, Robbie." Chris commanded as he pointed to a spot just in front of him.

Robbie hesitated and looked at me.

"Better do as he says" I grinned "or he'll be grumpy for the rest of the evening..."

Robbie stood in front of Chris as he wiped some mud off his chest and then smeared it across Robbie's face. Chris then scooped up a double handful of mud and slowly and deliberated rubbed it into Robbie's crotch, Chris then gave him a hug and pulled them both back into the mud, getting Robbie as coated in the stuff as he was. Thoroughly coated they both sat in the mud swishing it around and across each other. I joined them and sat down facing them.

"Jamie still looks a bit cleaner than us." Robbie observed "I think he needs to get a bit muddier."

So they crawled over and ducked me in the mud and rolled me around until I was thoroughly coated. It felt great. We splashed around for a bit and then wandered back slowly to the flooded dell and jumped in to get a bit cleaner. We went back to the house dripping wet and finished getting clean by hosing each down.

We changed into swim-shorts and spent the rest of the evening in the swimming pool and planning the party whilst our clothes were in the drier.

Re: We get muddy with friend Robbie.

In Reply to: We get muddy with friend Robbie. posted by Jamie on June 15, 2019 at 09:13:22:

I would love to have joined you all in that mud, it sounds amazing. Did Robbie enjoy having his package massaged by Chris as he had mud smeared across his crotch? What did the mud feel like as it doubtless seeped inside your clothes? Where you all wearing underwear or did you go commando? Please also tell us what you and Chris were wearing. I am of the generation that seems to like slim fitting jeans, even skinny fit, but I have always liked the look of loose fit jeans when they are wet as you just get to see them moulding more to the body rather than stretched tight.

Re: We get muddy with friend Robbie.

In Reply to: Re: We get muddy with friend Robbie. posted by Josh on June 16, 2019 at 14:42:58:

The mud was great, best we've had for a while as it has been so wet around here for a few weeks now. Robbie appeared to enjoy getting mud smeared over him but I didn't feel anything suspiciously solid in his crotch, ha ha. Jamie was in well worn 501s, brightly coloured striped boxers, a grey sweatshirt over a black tee-shirt, grey socks and trainers. I was in newish Wrangler jeans, blue boxer-briefs, red tee-shirt with a sky blue sweatshirt over it, blue socks and canvas shoes. Robbie did go commando as we found out when we got out of our wet clothes in the showers when we got back to the house.

A few of our mates are into skinny fit jeans and so on but I agree with you that I prefer a looser fit or a slim fit at tightest. I did buy a pair of skinny fit black jeans just before we left school but they were so uncomfortable and felt they were crushing my balls every time I moved or sat down that I took them to the charity shop within a week. Never again. My girlfriend liked the look of me in them, though, as she wears them herself and looks great but I think they look a bit odd on the male body.

Karting, soaked and filthy.

We went back to the karting track at the weekend. There were eight of us in all - me, Jamie & Sue, Chris & Mari, Mike & Alison and, finally, Red - and the girls were as prepared to get as wet and muddy as us lads. Red's girlfriend declined the invite as she hates getting muddy, and my 'girlfriend', Jo, dumped me a couple of weeks ago for an older guy (he's 34 for goodness sake, and a turf accountant of all things........). It was a bright but cloudy day and the forecast was for showers all day. This time we all took a change of clothes with us and had dressed in old jeans and tee-shirts.

Jamie had suggested we all go back to their place for a swim and food afterwards and we gathered at a local pub as a convenient meeting point and after a quick drink when everyone had arrived, we headed off to the track. It was drizzling when we arrived, so we dumped our clean clothes in the locker room and went out to the karts.

The track looked pretty much as we had hoped it would, very waterlogged and exceptionally muddy with huge puddles everywhere. Wonderful. Mari suggested that we let the girls do a couple of laps alone just to get to know the lay-out of the track, so we watched as they raced off. Mike had brought a Go-Pro along and he fixed it onto one of the vertical struts of the roll-cage so that it looked forward over his shoulder as he drove. Jamie used his mobile to film the girls as they pulled back into the paddock area. They were soaked to the skin and splattered in mud with their legs and torsos coated from all the liquid mud splashed up through the kart's open chassis. They were all grinning and laughing as they pulled off their helmets.

"Oh my God" Alison cried "I can see why you guys so enjoyed this - that was great."

We set up a race with four us taking part as the others watched and took timings and counted laps. Then the same for the other four. Alison mirrored her on road driving style - that is, flat out all the time but smooth and very controlled - and easily took the fastest time, much to us guys' chagrin. By the time that was done we were all soaking wet and filthy dirty. Jamie suggested we go around the more off-road part of the track and see how we all did.

He and Chris went first and it was funny watching them be so competitive with each other. Jamie got stuck in a deep puddle of mud as he tried to drive up the bank, so Red and I jumped in and tried to push him. The mud was between knee and thigh deep and Jamie was covered up to his chest after driving through sitting low in the kart. We pushed and shoved and got wetter and muddier as his wheels spun and threw up more mud and water, eventually Mike, Mari and Sue jumped in and helped out, all getting as wet and muddy as us. Suddenly Jamie's kart got traction and shot off down the track leaving Mike and I flat on our faces in the mud. The girls were laughing so much that we dunked them as well and then a mud fight broke out with all of us getting thoroughly drenched. The sight of the girls getting to their feet with liquid mud and filthy water pouring off them was very arousing and they reacted to us guys getting boners by giggling and pointing out what they could make out whilst making crude comments (never realised they knew such language before.....). Haven't had such fun in a long time, we only stopped when Chris appeared in his kart having completed a lap and wanted to drive through again.

Some of us went back to the pits and hosed each other down, which was fun in its own way when Mari turned the powerful jet of water on my crotch and bum as she laughed and I jumped around trying to avoid a direct hit where it hurts most.

When it started raining heavily we just carried on as we were soaked through already. It was fun driving through the rain and following in another's spray as it felt like being under a constant shower of watery mud. After a couple of hours of this fun, we hosed the mud off each other and, whilst the girls went and showered and changed, we hosed down the karts and put them away before we went and showered and changed. I was interested to see that we guys had all decided to go commando, no wonder the girls had been giggling as we must have revealed rather more than we would normally do when getting wet.

We went back to Jamie and Chris's place, the girls changed into their swimwear and we pulled on our wet jeans again (I love the feel of doing that, dragging wet jeans up my legs) and spent the evening swimming, eating pizza, drinking a few beers and occasionally jumping into the nice warmth of the hot tub.

Re: Karting, soaked and filthy.

In Reply to: Karting, soaked and filthy. posted by Harry on June 17, 2019 at 13:44:32:

Great account, sounds like a lot of fun. You say Alison was quick around the track but how did the other girls do? Or indeed the boys? Were the girls as willing to get repeatedly soaked on the more off-road part of the track? I imagine from the previous stories that you and Jamie/Chris have written that you would all relish driving through deep mud and water and getting continuously drenched. I like the idea of the girls changing into swimwear and you guys all getting back into your wet jeans to swim, did you wear your tee-shirts as well? Like you I love the feel of pulling on wet clothes, I often dunk them in the bath and then get dressed with them dripping wet, gets me hard every time. Thanks for posting.

So, so messy.....

Benny has taken a while to recover fully from the treatments that he has had for his cancer and what with being busy at work as well, we have not really been interested in get wet or messy, so this last weekend was a great opportunity when one of the guys, Dave, rang and suggested getting together for an unscheduled session of getting as messy as possible, just because Benny could still do so and he had not heard much from us recently, which was a nice thought. I asked who else would be there and he said he thought 'maybe a couple of others from the group, so why don't you bring James along as well'. So I said to leave it with me and I'd call him back. So I spoke to Benny and he seemed enthusiastic and I asked what he thought about taking James along.

"Great idea, he'll love it. Do you think we could take Paul along as well?" Benny asked "He'd be as happy to get messy as James, I think."

"It's not an official Messy Group event, so I'm sure he'd be welcome." I replied "I'll give Dave a 'ring and ask."

Dave said he'd be pleased to see James and Paul saying it would bring our number up to just six in total as only one other member of the group could make it on the day he proposed, last Sunday.

Sunday arrived and the four of us - me, Benny, James and Paul - piled into my car and we drove to the venue. Dave had e-mailed details of the address the day before and when I put in the postcode to the sat-nav it was only fifteen miles away, easy.

Turned out it was Dave's sister's home which he was house-sitting whilst she and her husband were in Australia for six weeks visiting his parents who had emigrated ten years ago. The house was very modern and sleek, had a big garden and a large indoor swimming-pool and adjoining gymnasium. Quite a place.

Dave is my age, 29, and a friendly guy who looks well muscled and very fit. He's gay but single and says he's not interested in long-term relationships. He greeted us as we pulled onto the driveway and got out of the car, particularly saying how nice it was to see James again and to meet Paul. He greeted Benny with tears in his eyes and said how relived he was to see him looking so well, which was nice,

Dave was dressed in slim fitting white jeans, pale blue silk shirt, white socks and canvas shoes - very Hollywood! - which suited his slim frame, medium tan and blonde hair very well indeed.

We had all taken a couple of changes of clothes to get messy in and a set to stay clean and drive home in. Paul was wearing slim-fit black jeans and a black long-sleeve shirt, black socks and black canvas shoes. James was in washed out denim jeans, a navy blue tee-shirt and a floral blue and white shirt worn loose on top, blue socks and Adidas trainers. Benny was in his favourite denim jeans, a well worn denim shirt, blue socks and canvas shoes. I was in tan chinos, a yellow and orange check shirt, yellow socks and tan leather deck shoes. Benny also wore his usual boxers and I my favourite boxer-briefs. Paul and James wore similar underwear which we discovered in a comic moment before we left.

"I know you prefer us to have underwear on" James observed as he and Paul appeared with their bags as we were about to set off "but will these be OK?"

And then James undid his jeans and dropped them around his ankles, revealing a bright red thong which bulged hugely as it struggled to contain his anatomy. He turned full circle revealing his bare backside and the two thin straps holding the thong's pouch in place. Benny laughed and then spoke up.

"Very nice, James, and a brave choice. What do you think will happen when you get the inevitable erection?" Benny grinned "Will that pouch still contain you?"

"I think so, the fabric is very stretchy." James said as he slipped a hand inside the pouch and stretched it out with his fingers.

"Good luck with that then ........" Benny laughed "Have you packed some other underwear?"

"Yes. A pair of boxer-briefs to drive home in."

"Perhaps an extra pair" Benny said "just to be on the safe side - I don't think the other guys will want to see your bits and pieces hanging out if those don't quite work out."

"OK, back in a moment." James said "Do you want an extra pair as well, Paul?"

"Yes, please. I'm wearing the same as James." Paul explained "They are surprisingly comfortable."

And so we arrived at the venue and Dave showed us through to the garden. He had set up a couple of canvas gazebos and two tables full of cream pies, cans of squirty cream and various other bottles and tins of food-stuffs and under each table was a number of buckets of gunge, custard and baked beans and other messy substances.

We had entered the garden via the indoor pool which had a wall of sliding glass doors leading onto a narrow stone patio and then onto the lawn. Dave showed us the showers, changing room and suggested we leave our other clothes there. The door bell rang as we were wandering out to the garden and when Dave returned he was accompanied by Elliot, the other member of our club. We introduced him to Paul and he remembered James from our previous club meet.

Elliot is the youngest of our messy group at 24. He was dressed in new-looking blue jeans, a red tee-shirt worn under an open red, white and blue check shirt, blue socks and blue canvas shoes.

"Now we're all here, I'd like to welcome everyone." Dave said "Feel free to jump in the pool at any time, don't worry about being messy as tomorrow I have to drain the pool, clean it and renew the filters - it's the only task I have to do whilst I'm here - which I don't mind as it is another chance to get wet again. Can I suggest that we start by getting our visitor Paul really messy just to show him what we do."

"Sounds good to me!" Paul grinned "Although I should say that Jonno and Benny have done this before on several occasions.........." he was interrupted by James pushing a cream pie into his face.

"Stop the chatter, mate, and just stand still." James reprimanded him laughingly.

Paul did as he was told and Elliot smashed a couple of cream pies either side of his head before Dave pushed one on top of his head and then smeared it around and down across his face. James followed it up with one to his crotch and then one to his chest, smearing it across his shirt. Benny grabbed a bucket of custard and sloshed in down his front, covering him from neck to his knees. James took the bucket off his uncle and tugged at the waistband of Paul's jeans before carefully pouring the last of the contents down inside his jeans. Now soaked in mess and totally covered, the dripping Paul was marched to the pool and pushed in the deep end. When he swam to the side and hauled himself out it was all too obvious that he had a large solid boner hiding under his clinging wet jeans. His wet black clothes were smeared all over with the mess of cream and custard, he was grinning widely and smoothed his hands across his chest and thighs.

"Wow, thanks guys, this feels great - everything is so slippery - hey, James, come here a minute ....." Paul said and when James approached he gave him a bear hug, rubbing himself against James' front before falling back into the pool again with James firmly in his grip.

When they both clambered out of the pool they set about getting Dave and Elliot really messy. Dave's white jeans and pale blue silk shirt got doused in red gunge and then Elliot slowly poured a a bucket of green gunge over him until he was completely covered. His shirt looked amazing and just stuck to him making it look like he was wearing nothing, his white jeans were totally covered and there was not one spot of white fabric visible. Elliot was then treated to a bucket of custard being poured over him, down the inside of his tee-shirt and then, much to his delight, inside his jeans and his underwear which we discovered were a pair of bright red boxers. Elliot kicked off his shoes and socks, pulled off his sodden jeans, tee-shirt and shirt and sprinted across the lawn and dived into the pool. When he climbed the ladder to get out, his boxers were clearly wrapped around a semi and were only being held up by it snagging the waistband. He sauntered across the lawn to rejoin us and the four of them set about getting Benny and me as wet and messy as they were. James and Paul set about getting me messy with a bucket of custard thrown across my front, which James delighted in massaging into my chest, hair, face and groin, and then continued with all sorts of other messy stuff, including some baked beans, mushroom soup, salad cream squirted down my boxer-briefs, tomato ketchup and, finally, a goodly covering of blue gunge. Benny looked even more colourful than me when Dave and Elliot had finished with him having been covered in custard, tomato soup and several colours of gunge including a rather lurid green.

Elliot had, rather distractingly, stayed in just his wet boxers as they set about the task and the wetter and messier we two got the more his boner grew until Dave made a suggestion.

"Hey, Elliot, seeing as how you might as well not be wearing anything the way those boxers are looking, why don't you just take them off and be done with it, I'm sure none of us will mind and you'll be more comfortable."

So he did and was quickly followed by Paul and James. Dave, Benny and I all followed suit after they had finished getting us messy and we then all dived in the pool and spent a while swimming around and enjoying the water as nature intended. When lunch-time came around we changed into our second set of clothes and sat in the sunshine eating our food and sipping beers or wine. James had taken the initiative of dumping his messy clothes in the remains of a bucket of red gunge and Paul had followed up by doing the same with his and everyone else's and then topping up each bucket with more gunge. He explained how much fun he thought it would be to get dressed in the clothes later when they were soaked and heavy with gunge and we all agree to give it a try.

After lunch had been cleared away we set about getting everyone messy with the remaining cream pies and a very satisfying time was had smashing them into each other's faces in an old-fashioned pie fight. We then used up the rest of the gunge. Dave had set up a large paddling pool and Elliot volunteered to pour and throw the gunge over the rest of us as we sat in the pool. That was fun as we all got more and more covered and wrestled each other around, someone pushed my face into the gunge as I was rolled onto my front and everyone laughed when I turned on my back spluttering green gunge from my mouth, Jamie said I should be in a horror movie. The gunge made our clothes so slippery and it was difficult t;o stand up without loosing your footing and falling down on top of everyone else again. I got away from the pool after Paul fell on top of me and putting his hands out to break his fall, accidentally hit me hard in the groin. It felt like my balls had exploded and I rolled out of the pool and collapsed on the grass trying to get over the pain. Paul was very apologetic and kept saying 'sorry' despite me grunting that no apology was needed. After a bit I staggered to the swimming pool and fell in, thinking the water might prove soothing, which it did thankfully.

When I joined the others again Paul, James and Elliot were having a race to see who could get undressed and re-dressed in their first set of messy clothes that had been sitting in buckets of gunge since before lunch. Watching them try to stay standing up in the pool as they removed and replaced clothes slippery and heavy with gunge was really funny to watch. James won the race by managing to pull on his shirt just a few seconds before Elliot who lost out by trying to put his arm through the wrong sleeve first time.

After that we got the hose out and washed everyone clean of the gunge before taking to the swimming pool again in just our underwear. Very relaxing until James, Elliot and Paul decided to start showing-off their diving skills and the nice calm, relaxing waters were churned up by continuous impact of them making as big a splash as they could each time.

The day ended with Dave ordering some take-away Chinese and us sitting in the garden in the sun just gradually drying off. We got home at about 10pm and Benny suggested we go straight to bed as he was feeling tired. He rather belied that fact by waking again just before midnight and keeping us both busy until dawn at far-too-early a.m. !! I did doze off again after that but was finally woken by James telling us that a cooked breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausages, fried tomatoes and mushrooms was waiting - and who can resist that​?

Patience test.

My younger brother challenged me to do a "patience test" a little while ago so we finally got around to doing it this last weekend. Jamie and Chris both eagerly agreed to help by applying the mess to us both and taking care of the timing to determine who lasted longest before calling a halt. We visited the supermarket on Saturday morning and loaded up a trolley with all sorts of food, the main criteria being that it had to be as messy as possible and could be easily poured or thrown. We had all the obvious things like ready-mixed custard, soups, cans of squirty cream, bottles of syrup, mayonnaise and sauces, large bottles of milk, bottles of cola and so on and then Kayne had a brilliant idea and suggested going to the DIY store and getting some water-based emulsion paint. I wasn't sure that that was a good idea but he insisted that it would wash off us and out of our clothes easily, so I went along with it and we came away with ten litre cans of white and red paint.

When we got home we found Chris and Jamie busy mixing up buckets of gunge, they were working on the seventh of ten buckets that they had to fill and it all looked very gloopy and slimey, I was getting excited just watching them mix it all.

They sent us off to get changed into whatever clothes we fancied, only stipulating that it must consist of a minimum of two layers - eg underwear, jeans, socks, shoes, shirt or tee-shirt and jacket or other top. Kayne appeared in his old school suit complete with shoes and socks, long-sleeve blue shirt and tie over a white tee-shirt. I wore my snuggest fitting and most worn denim jeans (I do like the feel of tightish jeans as they stretch and pull around my crotch, thin rayon boxer-briefs, socks, old trainers, tee-shirt and denim jacket. Jamie had set up a couple of chairs side by side near the central drain in the garage courtyard and had placed all the food on a table nearby. They had also got two separate hoses connected.

"Do you want to start with anything in particular? Or get wet first?" Jamie asked.

"No, but can we save the paint 'til last?" Kayne asked "Don't mind if we get gunged or have food first ........ happy with that Kevin?"

"Makes no difference to me." I replied "The sooner we get started the sooner you'll be calling a halt.............."

"In your dreams." Kayne laughed "You'll be begging for it to stop long before me."

"OK, guys, few rules" James said "Chris and I will be applying the same stuff to you both at the same time; we will stop the timers as soon as you shout "ENOUGH" and walk away; we will be asking you to sit or stand at different stages and we will be hosing you both down at various times so that we can start afresh with different mess. If you get stuff in your eyes and want to wipe them clean ask for a paper towel and we will stop for as long as it takes. We do have swimming goggles if you want, but you both have to wear them if one wants to, just to be fair. Clear?"

"Fine by me." Kayne said "I'll not need the goggles, thanks."

"Clear to me too, and 'no' to the goggles as well." I replied.

"Take a seat gentlemen, and we will get started. Start the timers, Chris." Jamie said.

They started by pouring large 4 litre cartons of cold milk over us and, boy, was it cold, particularly as it soaked through my jeans and into my lap, puddling around my balls - I distinctly felt them cringe and tighten as the liquid hit! By the time he had used up the full carton I was feeling chilled and my blue jeans and jacket had taken on a white tinge.

I looked across as Kayne turn his face up so that it splashed over him and ran down his neck and the front of his shirt. I watched it splash into his lap and saw a distinct wet, milk-highlighted twitch in his groin. Kayne is, annoyingly, somewhat larger/longer/bigger than me so whenever he gets an erection it shows quite distinctly whatever he tries to do to hide it, and he wasn't even trying now.

"Any more of that?" Kayne asked "I do like cold milk."

"So I can see, but not at the moment." Jamie laughed "Perhaps some tomato soup would be nice....." and he sploshed the contents of a couple of tins down Kayne's front, turning his shirt red before in splattered across his upper legs and puddled on the seat between his legs. I got the same treatment from Chris.

Next was a cream pie to the face and a second one to the top of my head and rubbed well in. The sight of Kayne having cream pie rubbed across his head and face made me laugh, bad idea as I was still laughing when Chris threw a bucket of green gunge over me, filling my mouth with the stuff so that I was convulsed with spluttering and spitting it out. I was soaked in the gunge and my jeans and jacket felt heavy and slippery with the stuff. The feel of slimey gunge soaking through my jeans and underwear was a real turn on and I felt myself get stiffer and stiffer as it soaked through, I tried to discretely adjust myself by squirming around in the chair but it didn't really help. Kayne had held his suit jacket open and the blue gunge that Jamie had thrown over him had soaked his shirt, the inside of his jacket and his trousers, he flapped his jacket around before letting it go and it stuck wetly to his torso.

After that we were both told to stand up and were thoroughly hosed down with cold water. That was refreshing. Chris made sure to spray every part of me with the fiercest jet of water he could get, it felt like getting a too-heavy handed massage, and had me jumping around trying to avoid getting hit in awkward places, like my balls or boner, which just made him try even harder. Dripping and clean again, we were told to sit down.

They then produced a jug of various food mixed together and we were tasked with eating as much as we could. It looked unappetising to say the least. Bright blue - with food dye - it was thick and lumpy and smelt of fish. It tasted salty and sweet and I swear it had a hint of vinegar as well. The texture was mostly like custard with fibrous matter mixed in. I ate two mouthfuls and then promptly threw-up, coating my front and filling my lap - it looked and felt equally disgusting; Jamie and Chris just couldn't stop laughing. Kayne's reaction was pretty much the same except that he gulped down a whole lot more and it had the same effect on a longer timescale with him projectile vomiting several minutes later, rather than immediately, just after declaring "Well that wasn't too bad. Any more?" Chris was right in his firing line and took the full force of the projectile vomit across his crotch and upper legs, he cried out in horror and surprise and stepping back he tripped and fell over a bucket of gunge spilling it over himself as he fell - which just made Jamie laugh even more.

We, Chris and the yard, were then briefly hosed down again before being asked to remove our jackets. Chris then placed them each in the almost empty buckets of gunge and topped them up with a mix of custard, cream, soups, sauces and more gunge.

"OK guys, whilst your jackets are soaking nicely we'll continue with more gunge and mess." Chris said "I've got just the stuff. Do you both like ice-cream?"

"Ooooh yes - strawberry please...." Kayne laughed.

"You're in luck then." Chris grinned "These tubs are just on the cusp of turning liquid, they've been out of the freezer for a while but it's still cold. We've got strawberry, chocolate, pistachio and vanilla. Stand up guys."

Chris picked up the carton of strawberry ice-cream and walked over to Kayne before asking him to hold out his trouser waistband. He slowly poured a quantity of liquid ice-cream inside Kayne's trousers and then told him to sit down again before pouring the rest over his head and shoulders.

"Still like strawberry ice-cream?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, bit cold down my trousers though." Kayne laughed as he wiped a finger over his chest and then licked off the ice-cream "but still tastes nice." It was noticeable that the bulge in Kayne's clinging trousers was now even bigger than before, no wonder he was happy!

Chris then did the same to me with the chocolate ice-cream. Damn, it was so cold covering my boner and balls when he poured it inside my jeans that I hardly noticed it when he covered my head and shoulders. Whilst we sat they they threw the other two cartons over us, pistachio for Kayne and vanilla for me. It felt smooth and creamy when I wiped my hands over my chest and through my hair.

Chris and Jamie then threw all the rest of the gunge and food over us as we sat there, totally covering us both until it dripped off us as we sat. Our clothes were totally saturated and seemed to weigh a ton when we were told to stand up again. Chris stirred the buckets with our jackets in and then he and Jamie hauled them out and held them up for us to slip into. My denim jacket felt amazing.

We were hosed down again after enjoying being totally covered for a while as we tugged at each other's sodden clothes and felt what they were like. Again, annoyingly, Kayne did not live up to his "little brother" name when I was feeling what his clothes were like and he even asked if I was excited as he rubbed a hand across my groin - cheeky bu**er - but having said that it was fun. Kayne and I then managed to turn the hoses on Chris and Jamie and amid much laughter all four of us ended up soaked to the skin.

"Just the paint to go, then?" Jamie asked after we had called a halt to the water fight. "Who's going first?"

"Kayne's idea to get some paint, so him I'd say." I said.

So we opened the paint cans and gave them a good stir. Chris produced a couple of brushes and a roller. He dipped a brush into the red paint and painted a stroke across Kayne's chest.

"More paint, I think, get him really red." Chris observed as he stood back and admired his work. He picked up the tin and slopped a lot across Kayne's front, soaking his jacket across his chest and leaving his shirt red from the collar down. We lay Kayne down on his back on the ground and then painted him from head to toe with the red paint and still had half the can left. His suit and shirt were saturated in the paint and it dripped onto his shoes when he stood up. I finished the job off by quickly passing the brush over his face and rubbed it into his hair.

Kayne then joined the others in painting me in white. That was fun. The feel of my paint saturated jeans and tee-shirt clinging wetly to my body was different, more slick that I expected and when I took off my tee-shirt and told them to paint my body it felt even more peculiar as well as looking odd and seeing a white body when looking down.

"Go on, take off the jeans now and we can paint the rest of you." Kayne suggested.

So I did and ended up wearing just my boxer-briefs as they finished the job properly by pouring the remaining paint over me as I stood still; it went everywhere, hair soaked, face covered, body covered and even my boxer-briefs soaked through. When I looked down inside my boxer-briefs even my cock and balls were covered in white paint - it was fun eventually to wash the paint off as it seemed to have got everywhere, even the more usually inaccessible places, but that must be the penalty of getting a full-on boner when having paint poured over you. I must also note that Chris was a bit too vigorous in his use of the roller when applying paint to my inner thighs - he has a very strong upward stroke!

We finished by getting hosed clean and I am pleased to say that all the paint did indeed wash off fairly easily, I think getting it out of my hair was the most difficult. Having washed the paint off my body, I pulled on my painted jeans and other clothes and got them clean as well, by which time I was feeling rather chilly despite the warm sunshine, so we all went indoors for a hot shower and then jumped in the pool still in our clothes. Chris expressed concern that the water in the pool looked slightly pink - from the paint - and would not give up being concerned so we threw him in a few times to check the quality until he kept quiet; I personally though it looked a bit white/opaque from the white paint, but kept quiet about that and in the end no-one else (notably Chris' dad, who is a stickler for these things) noticed anything untoward, so the day ended well. We managed to get ourselves completely clean as well as washing away all traces of mess and paint in the yard, so when Jamie and Chris' parents arrived home early evening they were none the wiser and just found us in the pool in our usual attire - fully clothed - at which they were not at all surprised.

It wasn't really a patience test and we both finished with neither of us calling a halt, but we decided that Kayne had won as he had downed the largest quantity of the disgusting food and had held it down for longer too, ha ha.

Bad news.

To tell it bluntly, I have been diagnosed with an inoperable, malignant, cancerous tumour in my brain which has spread to my spinal cord and has linked secondary tumours in eight other parts of my body, ranging from lungs to various glands. The prognosis varies from a couple of months to maybe a year before the tumours affects so many vital functions that I will not survive. At the moment the tumours are growing rapidly so it rather looks like the lower time limit is probable. I am not in any pain as such but have been getting headaches and a stiffness in my neck which comes and goes. My surgeon has said that he would be prepared to operate on the part of the tumour that is surrounding the top end of my spinal cord but the chances of severing or damaging the spinal cord during the operation would be over 90% and that would leave me paralysed from the neck down and not get rid of the entire tumour where it is inaccessible nor solve the problems of the other tumours. Frankly, I don't want to go though that myself or waste my remaining time by being in hospital having operations and recovering from them, seems pointless given the long-term outcome.

I have discussed all this, of course, with the family and they are prepared to back my decision, which must be very hard for them. I've just got back from a final set of scans that will tell the doctors a bit more about how things might progress and how they might manage any pain and side-effects in due course.

I am determined to keep on enjoying life, including reading these great forums, and jumped in the pool as soon as I got home - wearing my favourite 501s, a summer shirt, trainers, socks and Under Armour boxer-briefs - and am sitting by the pool writing this, particularly enjoying the feel of my boner pushing against my wet clothes as I move, makes me feel very relaxed and content with life. I have a few things to look forward to as goals to aim for in the coming months, Chris and Mari get married next month and I shall be Chris' Best Man (he asked me ages ago and of course I said yes) and my brother Will is coming home for that; he tells us that he has some good news to tell us all but refuses to say what. Can't wait to see him. Other good news is that Kevin has bought himself a car. And not at all what any of us expected - Chris and I were thinking Golf GTI or similar - but he drove up on Tuesday evening with a 1999 Alfa Romeo Spider. Looks very nice too in the only proper colour for an Alfa, bright red. I think he's washed it every time he's driven it so far; my dad jokingly told him not wash it too often as it will just dissolve into a pile of rust, ha ha - I think he's a bit jealous, he's just reaching that age when he fancies a totally impractical sports car.

Back to work after lunch as I have a couple of things that I want to finish, most importantly a two headed gargoyle featuring Chris and Mari which will be my wedding present to them, I plan to fix it where they will be able to see it from the balcony of their flat at the top of the house.

I will still be posting stuff here but won't be mentioning this subject again, I'll let Chris or Kevin do any updates as they see fit.

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In Reply to: Bad news. posted by Jamie on August 02, 2019 at 12:09:43:

That is truly shocking news. Sending you and your family all our very best wishes. You have an amazingly positive attitude and outlook and have been very brave to make the decision you have about how you want to proceed from here on, I think I'd feel the same way about not battling such a certain outcome. Benny was lucky with his diagnosis and has come out the other side from treatment feeling back to his old self but cancer is a cruel one and many are not so lucky. Keep on posting your amazing accounts of your wet and muddy times, everyone here enjoys them. Best wishes.

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In Reply to: Bad news. posted by Jamie on August 02, 2019 at 12:09:43:

I am so sorry to hear this Jamie. Enjoy every moment you have, and spend it only with people you enjoy and love.

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In Reply to: Re: Bad news. posted by wiley on August 02, 2019 at 18:04:27:

It was a difficult decision to make this more widely known than just family and friends. Somehow I knew the responce I would get beforehand, everyone on these forums are great and supportive of each other. Obviously family and friends are dear to me and also the people at work have been amazingly supportive since I told them last week. I feel happy and blessed to be surrounded every day by such people and who knows I might, with luck, defy the predictions and see my next birthday or even the one after that. Thanks for your thoughts.

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In Reply to: Re: Bad news. posted by Jonno and Benny on August 02, 2019 at 14:41:54:

Thank you. I feel happy and content at the moment and it all feels a bit unreal although I know time is probably very short for me. Cancer is ghastly and it seems I am just one of the unlucky ones. I intend to carry on for as long as I can but I'm told that the brain tumour is in the area that controls involuntary functions such as heart beat, breathing, swallowing, blood pressure and so on, so I might not have the chance to keep going whatever I want or feel capable of as things progress. I am truly delighted to hear that Benny has recovered from his cancer and wish you both much future happiness together. I look forward to reading many more of your enjoyable posts. Thanks again for your best wishes.

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In Reply to: Re: Bad news. posted by Jamie on August 02, 2019 at 18:29:03:

Shit mate. That's a bummer.
Don't really know what say. As you know I have been following your adventures, and adding my two pennoth since you started posting all those years ago. I think one of your first was retrieving a yacht from a pond.
Its often the case that the person who is ill takes it a whole lot better than those who are left behind.
Thinking of you and yours at this difficult time.
By the way, there is some truth in what your Dad says. Alfa Romeo's have a propensity to rust, which is why you don't see many around. Tell Kevin to resist washing it too much.
Cheers.
Charlie.

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In Reply to: Re: Bad news. posted by wetchas on August 02, 2019 at 19:45:30:

You are quite right, my friend, I have used similar language when on my own. The upsetting thing is seeing my mum trying to stifle tears whenever I walk in ...... and my dad is not much better sometimes. I even found Chris in tears, trying not to show it. I know I'd be the same in their position and love them all for it. However I just have to cope with this in the only way I know, being cheerful and positive. If I was really depressed about things I'd probably step under a bus drive head-on into a big lorry at speed, but that's not me, never has been. I have enjoyed these forums and our chats in particular, so really appreciate your best wishes and thoughts.

Kevin's Alfa seems quite solidly built and is just a couple of months older than him. My dad had an Alfasud (is that right?) and judges all following Alfa by that standard, which was pretty dire as far as build quality goes apparantly.

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