My Mud Initiation Ceremony

The night is warm and I have waited all day for the twilight to descend.

My two mud-mates have arrived and we set out our gear in the outhouse.

We strip off the clothes that we have been wearing all day and we put on our Century 4000 chest waders. They look and feel so good. A pair of long 20" rubber gauntlets follow, topped of by a close fitting pair of Dickies Deluxe orange coveralls.

We go outside to the yard and make our way to the pit. This is purpose built and about 5 m X 5 m, with ropes to help with the extraction process. it is filled with the smoothest, stickiest, gloopiest, brown mud you have ever seen. It is knee high at the edges but it gets to chest height in the middle.

I stay at the side of the pit and watch.

My two mud-mates go slowly hand-in-hand into the pit. The mud squelches and schlucks as they pass. Soon their boots and coverall legs are covered in the sticky brown mess. They drop to their knees and scoop the brown sticky mud into their rubber-gloved hands. Slowly they plop the gloopy mud onto their crotches and stroke the hard dicks beneath.

I watch quietly from the side.

They get up and move further into the pit the mud sighing and slapping, not wanting to release them from its sticky grip. They are now up to waist height in the pit and they move closer together. They use the mud on their coveralls to stick to each other, making a glorious noise as they pull apart.

At length they turn to me.

They say "Come into the mud."

I say "No."

They say "Come into the mud and be with us."

I say "No."

They say "Come into the mud and be with us and stay with us."

I say "No."

They say "Come into the mud and be with us and stay with us and never leave us."

I say "Yes."

They come slowly to the side to get me the mud pulling and resisting their every move with a schluck and a squelch at every turn. They come to me and gently bring me into the pit. I do not resist. We move hand-in-hand from the edge. The mud rises and feels cool and refreshing after the wait. My mud-mates and I kneel and they scoop up the sticky brown mud in their rubber-gloved hands. They press it gently onto my crotch and gently stroke the hard dick beneath. It feels so very good.

We get up and move on slowly into the pit the mud sighing and sucking at every step. We get to waist height and we move hand-in-hand to form a circle. We move in and out slowly sticking together and then separating with a wonderful ripping noise. They stroke me gently from shoulder to hand and from leg to crotch. It feels so very good.

Then I signal that I am ready to come into the middle of the pit. We move in that direction. The mud is chest deep and it will not give us up easily.

I declare "I have come into the mud, I am with you, I will stay with you and I will never leave you."

The mud comes slowly over the top of the waders and licks its way down my torso with its icy cool tongues. Shortly after I come and shoot a load of hot spunk into my waders. It feels so very good.