as I was already close to the top of my boots. Pete stopped, looked back at me, and then started to turn around. As he pulled his feet out of the wet mud, it made the most obscene wet sucking sounds on his waders. He pulled the other one out more slowly, making more sucking noises, and grinned at me as he turned. His cock was rock-hard and so was mine.

"I see you like sucking noises" he said.

Stunned, I swallowed hard and said nothing, my eyes flicking back and forth between his wicked grin and his bulging jeans. "Come here," he said firmly. I took a step towards him, then another, and then felt the warm rainwater running into the top of my boots. I was about five feet away from him, and it took another four slow, suck-noise making steps to get in front of him. "I saw you looking at my cock,” he said. "You've been sucking Steve off, haven't you?"

There didn't seem to be any point in denying how turned on I was, so I just nodded dumbly. "You wanna suck mine?" he asked. I was frozen; I wanted to say yes, but was afraid to at the same time. "Get down on your knees in the mud and suck my cock" Pete said, and put his hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me down. I slowly dropped to my knees, feeling the warm mud ooze around my own crotch, my face just inches from Pete's. I undid the buttons and tried to reach in for his cock, but the jeans were just too tight. Pete reached down his pant leg, and eased his huge piece of meat out. A whiff of his fresh cock sweat hit me full in the face and I thought I was going to cream my jeans right there! His cock was a nice 8" and the first one I had seen up close that was uncut. A drop of clear juice was glistening on the end of it, and I nervously opened my mouth as wide as I could to take it in.

I rolled my lips over the head of it, and ran my tongue across it. A moment before, I had been dry-mouthed in fear, but now my mouth was so wet I started drooling. I eagerly took more and more of his cock into my mouth, surprised at my ability to deep-throat something so big without gagging. I was enjoying sucking him so much that it just seemed natural to reach around behind him and fondle his ass. As I did, Pete grabbed both sides of my head and started pumping his cock into my mouth. I spread my jaw as wide as I could and tried to take it down my throat. I was slowly sinking further down into the mud, and could feel the wet warmth of it on my bare belly now. I groaned in pleasure, and Pete started moaning too. I started opening my mouth a little bit with each of his thrusts, which made a wet, sloppy sucking sound very much like the mud on his thigh-high boots. I ran my hands down his hips to the tops of his boots, and moaned in pleasure again. Pete made a noise like a growl, and I looked up at him. He looked down at me, and the sight on me on my knees in the mud, sucking his cock, moaning in pleasure and looking him right in the