Muddy Stories

Steve had promised to come over the following day to quote me for the garden work but in the end it was 3 days later that he showed up (he had called me in the meantime to say something had come up so I wasn't too bothered, although my mud pit was nice and deep and aching for some 'action' - as was I!)

It's a good thing my back garden is so secluded - lots of mature trees and shrubs hiding us from the neighbours! After I'd shot my load Steve withdrew his hand from down the front of my jeans and before I had the chance to return the favour he told me he'd already cum, hands-free, just by touching my cock.

Where the hell was Steve? He said he'd be here between 2 and 2.30pm, but it was now nearly 3, and I needed to be out of here to get to an appointment later on. He's normally so reliable, so I was a little bit concerned. He was coming over to quote me for some garden work I needed, and as he'd already done work on my house I was happy for him to do other work.

Something for the weekend. lads ?

Sorry for the delay...............

Low Lane Farm, Chapter 7.

  “Lee……..”

i'm wearing long johns, grungy coveralls, hard hat, and rubber hip boots. Would like to be chained (wrists and neck)behind a motorcycle and dragged through a muddy motocross course until i'm completely covered in mud. Then would like to have the rider spin his tires and splash mud all over me.

Merry Christmas Lads

Have a good one

Thanks to Mudboy for another great year and great new pictures on this website

Matt

anyone else enjoy going in the mud barefoot?

Its a blisteringly hot day today in southern California, me and my 400 pound wife Jenny decided that it would be a good day to go to the La Brea tar pits, no idea why on such a hot day when everyone else is inside enjoying the air conditioning. We always loved the hot weather, how our skin would get sticky with the sweat glistening on it. Today we had a very secret plan on our minds, a bit of an experiment, one that could possibly end up being fatal. But we were both so curious about this idea of ours that we had to try it out. We are going to go sinking in the La Brea tar pits.

Death by belly in the clay pits

A few days later, Jonny was awoken by a large fist grasping at his
solid cock. The fist gripped it so fiercely he was initially frightened
until he heard Ben’s voice announcing that the first builder was coming
in 20 minutes to give his quotation.

He blearily came to properly, aware of gentle Malian kora music
playing somewhere, and the smell of warm croissants. Coffee was nearby
too; a kiss followed, but still his cock was ensnared ! A sublime, yet
slightly painful start to the day.