Marsh Walking by WellieBoy

"Homework is page thirteen, questions ten to twenty. And I expect them finished 
first thing on Monday morning." The class soon emptied the room and Tony picked 
up some books that needed marking then locked the door as he left.
At home he stood looking at himself in the mirror. New blue jeans, white t-shirt 
and black wellington boots. He'd never worn wellies since he'd been a kid over 
thirty years ago but he was off to Broom Woods, a wild area of forest that he'd 
always intended exploring but had never got around to. The large bulge in the 
front of his jeans showed how excited he was. He had intended to wear his 
trainers for driving but now he had the boots on he had no intention of removing 
them. He put his hand down his trousers but refrained from going too far. 
"That's for later" he told himself.
He soon reached Broom Woods and parked his car off the road down a small track, 
well out of sight. He jumped out of the car, put his bag on his back and set off 
down the path. The sky was cloudy with a slight chance of rain, no wind and 
pleasantly mild. He came to the first puddle and calmly walked round it. At the 
second he strode straight through. The feel of water on his wellies was good. 
After half an hours path walking he was feeling bold so decided to take a short 
cut through the trees. His body tingled with the exciting expectations of being 
totally on his own and his cock grew as he pushed his way through the trees. He 
came to a small area of open grass amongst the trees. Time to sit for a rest. 
His right hand pulled down his trouser zip and went inside exploring. 
A noise nearby made him jump up. There it was again. He picked up his bag and 
set off through the woods at a gentle trot. He felt his heart beating hard. Had 
anyone seen him playing with himself? He stopped. Silence? No. There was still a 
noise. He set off running faster. The ground was wetter here. He was running in 
marsh. He stumbled and fell. His hands were muddy but he ignored that as he 
regained his footing and continued to run. Suddenly his right leg went down into 
the marsh and water oozed into his boot. The same happened with his left leg. He 
couldn't move. The marsh was upto his waist. He could just reach a grassy bank 
on his left side and by pulling with both hands he managed to struggle out. Out 
of his wellies that is. They were still in the marsh. He lay on his stomach with 
his hands in the marsh. He could feel the boots and pulling hard on the tops he 
managed to yank them out. He emptied out the muddy water and pulled them back 
on. He looked at himself. He was completely black with mud. No white t-shirt 
now.
"You look great" said a voice behind him.
Tony turned around. Behind him was a guy also covered in mud.
"I fell in the marsh." said Tony self consciously.
"Lucky you. Great fun ain't it?" 
Tony did not know what to make of this reply. "I fell in the marsh." he 
repeated.
"I do it everyday. Nothing better." came the reply, "but there's more exciting 
marshes than this. Come I'll take you to my favourite."
Tony's heart pounded again. He wasn't sure he liked what he heard.
"Come on. Let's go." said the stranger.
"Hang on," said Tony, "I don't understand." but the stranger was already moving 
through the trees. Tony was not sure what to do but he picked up his bag and 
followed.
Ten minutes later they arrived at another wet open area of the woods.
"Sit." came the command. "Watch."
Tony watched as the stranger walked slowly into the marsh, went upto his chest 
in water and came out the other side. "Your turn"
"What?" stuttered Tony. "No. I'm not interested" 
"Yes you are. I can tell by your trousers."
Tony realised he was solid and it was showing. The guy came across and pressed 
his hand against it.
"That tells me you really want to do it." he whispered reassuringly.
Tony gingerley stood up and walked slowly towards the marsh. He took two steps 
in so that the water covered his foot. Another two steps and it was halfway up 
his boots and the pressure of water felt good. He shuffled forward and the water 
overflowed into his wellies. His confidence and pleasure were both growing so he 
continued walking with the water soon reaching his chest then he slowly carried 
on out of the marsh. He was met at the other side by his new companion who 
silently put his hand against the front of Tony's muddy trousers and Tony felt 
himself cum. It was the best ever.
"What you got in your bag?" asked the guy. 
"Oh some spare clothes and something to eat "replied Tony.
The guy opened the bag, threw a sandwich to Tony and ate one himself. Then he 
ate the bar of chocolate. He took Tony's overtrousers and cagoule out of the 
bag. "Take your clothes off," he commanded "and put these on."
Tony sat on the grass and took off his wellies then jeans. 
"Take your nickers off as well. They just spoil the fun."
Tony wasn't too sure but did as told. He pulled on the overtrousers followd by 
his wellies.
"Turn the tops over." Tony did as told. 
"Not enough" said the guy. "Turn them over properly."
Tony looked at the other guy's turned down wellies and turned his down more.
"That's better. Now you're getting somewhere."
Tony then removed his t-shirt and put on his short cagoule. His body tingled 
with excitement and he stood up and looked at the guy. The two of them looked 
very similar. Same height and build, same black wellies turned over, both 
wearing overtrousers and cagoule.
"You're too clean. Follow me." came a command as the leader set off through the 
trees. Tony needed no second telling this time as he trotted along keen to learn 
more.
"This is one of the best." 
Tony stood getting his breath back looking at another marsh. It didn't look 
special. 
"Try this one." commanded the stranger.
Tony walked to the edge, took one step in and could smell it. Stagnant, rotten 
plants on the bottom. He carried on. The water flowed into his wellies. The 
strong stagnant smell excited him. The water pressed against his overtrousers. 
He'd never felt such an overwhelming tingling excitment. Before long the water 
had reached his chest then shoulders. He took a deep breath and carried on 
walking at the same slow speed as the water covered his face. He wasn't going to 
rush this magical feeling. His face soon emerged from the water and he had been 
converted. He felt like a different person. He strode out covered in foul 
smelling mud but with a smile on his face. The guy put his arms around him and 
kissed his lips as if welcoming the return of the prodigal son.
Eventually Tony broke the silence. "I need a piss," he whispered.
"So do I" said the guy as he stood there and slowly peed inside his trousers. 
"Why you looking like that?" he said to Tony, "You've got worse than that in 
your wellies now."
Tony smiled and started to pee. The liquid warmed his leg. This was good.
"Follow" said the guy as he led the way through the trees. Tony's wellies 
sloshed as he trotted behind. He had questions to ask. They would have to wait 
till later. The guy was going faster and the trees were clser together. Tony's 
trousers and cagoule were sticking to his wet skin. They must be going to 
another marsh. Will it be as good as the others? Will it have new secrets. He 
sniffed and smelled himself. Boy was that good. He pushed aside more branches 
and emerged onto a path. Not what he had expected. Where was the stranger? Had 
he gone down the path or straight into the trees? Tony chose the path as there 
was a bend not far away. He froze. There was his car but no person. He 
frantically called out. He ran back down the path then desperately into the 
trees but everywhere was deserted.
He must have spent more than an hour frantically running in every direction and 
shouting till his voice was exhausted before gaving up the chase. Dejected he 
opened the car took off all his muddy clothes, tossed them in the boot and 
dressed himself in the dry clothes he had brought with him. Eventually he set 
off back home.
Monday morning, back in front of his class, Tony collected in the homework. 
Shit. He'd left the answers in his car. He hurried to the car park, opened the 
boot for the answers but saw only the pile of mud splattered clothes. He stroked 
his wellies. How he would love to wear them now. He took his shoes off, pulled 
on the wet wellies, made sure the tops were turned over neatly and walked back 
into class.
Everyone was working. Tony walked round the room. The only sound was the water 
squelching inside his boots.
"Like your wellies sir," said an enthusiastic voice.
"Wish I had some of those," said one of the lads.
Without speaking Tony left the room to return within five minutes wearing not 
only his wellies but the rest of his muddy clothes. The smell of the stagnent 
water was strong. He walked around with an air of confidence and power. He 
wanted a pee so, smiling to himself, he let it go down his leg into his right 
wellie. 
"Must have had a good week-end sir. Can I come next week?"
"Me as well," joined in other members of the class.
Tony took a deep breath. "Yes. Next Saturday. Broom Woods. Be there. I'll be 
waiting."
He strode across the room, opened the door and, as he walked out, turned around 
and added "don't forget you need your wellies."
There was only one place for him to go now. How many marshes could he explore 
before Saturday? He soon found the first one, made sure that his welly tops were 
turned over properly then slowly walked into the water. This was his new home.