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.