Sexy Gay Stories - Volume One - three m/m short stories

smiled as it splattered by my feet, leaving a reddish brown circle. Before he had the chance to do any more damage I stepped into his muddy arms and pushed him back. I could feel the water and mud warmed by his body seeping into my T-shirt. His hands ran down my back, laughing in my ear, enjoying the transfer of muddy streaks. He giggled even more as his hands slid lower, grasping my arse. Then, he slid his clammy palms up and over my arms, leaving filmy and grainy marks on my skin. With a wink he touched his dirty thumb to my cheek, painting my face to look like his. I pulled away and he turned me around, admiring his handy work. I caught a glimpse of myself in the window in the door and saw his smeared hand prints soaking into my jeans. I wanted to be angry, but I couldn’t help but laugh inside.
    ‘OK, you’ve had your fun, now strip. Let me get this stuff in the wash.’
    ‘If you insist.’
    I hadn’t meant it to be a seductive statement, but suddenly as he pulled his jumper over his head my breath was gone. My brain had been short circuited by the sight of him. The mud that had soaked through the fabric clung to his chest hair, his arms still streaked with the soft ground. I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t help it. His cleats and socks hit the floor, sending ripples through the puddle he was standing in. He finally noticed me watching, staring at his brown and red smeared chest. When our eyes met, I felt my cock stir slightly. He was so beautiful that it almost took my breath away.
    He didn’t say anything when he put his hands to the waistband of his footy shorts. God, they were so short. Almost his entire leg was exposed, the hair making a convenient catch for the grass and earth. He was ready to inch them down, but I wrapped my hand around his wrist to stop him. I just stood there, holding him still. I saw the goosebumps forming on his skin as the water cooled him. He looked so damned good I couldn’t stand it. It was my turn to smile as I sank down in front of him. I didn’t even hesitate when I felt the knees of my jeans soak through with dirty water. He looked down at me in disbelief when I reached up to the elastic of his tiny, tiny shorts. I never knew why they had to be so short. But, I was never more thankful that they were.
    ‘Let me help you.’ 
    My voice came out weak; straining to maintain composure in the moment. He was already half hard as I slid the wet fabric down his filthy thighs. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, as his cock was the only clean part of him. Wrapping my lips around the soft velvet head, I sucked him deep into my throat. His moan mixed with the thump-thump of the dryer, his cock stiffening on my tongue. He smelled like a rainstorm, all earthy and moist. His grimy hands grabbed my hair as he pushed himself deeper. I felt stray drops of water running down my back and hitting my skin as he fucked my face. I couldn’t resist rubbing my hands over his grimy legs, making my hands as dirty as his. Looking up at him, I could see his green eyes stare back at me through the haze of dirt. His mouth fell open as I pushed him into my throat as far as he would go. He loosened his grip on the back of my head, letting me set the pace for a while. I moved back and forth between teasing him with my tongue and devouring him down my throat. He put up with my indecision for a while longer, clearly enjoying my every move.
    He urged me to my feet and started pulling my clothes off. My once clean outfit now joined the scrum of mess on the wet floor. All that was left were my white boxers. He smiled, unable to resist running his dirty fingers over the fabric, then all over me like he was finger painting. My nipples were suddenly dark brown, my body tattooed with more remnants of the practice pitch. Rubbing my cock through the cotton, he streaked the pristine white with the last of the moist mud that remained on his hands. He pressed the wet fabric over my hard cock, rubbing his hand up and down. When he kissed me, I could taste salty, gritty mud along with his sweet mouth. The dryer purred and tumbled behind us, as the rest of my body turned just as filthy as his. 
    He turned me around, pushing me forward at the waist. I pressed my hands flat on the dryer, the white metal streaked with brown dirt and water. My boxers fell to the floor, the last clean thing in the room now completely dirty. His hands eased my cheeks apart, and there was a moment’s hesitation before his tongue