Adam's first sink (M, crossdressing)

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Adam had only recently left home, at 21 years old, he needed some freedom. The tiny apartment he now rented was in a city 40km away from home, far enough to be new and unknown, but near enough that he didn't feel isolated from his old friends and family. And far enough he could consider indulging in things he always wanted to, and never could have at home...

The tram ride was 20 minutes from near his apartment to the woodland he liked to go running in. He didn't have work today, and it was a nice Thursday morning in early summer. Whenever he went running in the woodland on a weekday morning, he never saw anyone else, and with excitement he put the package he just got from Amazon in his backpack and headed out. As the tram headed into the outskirts, he still wondered if he was really going to do this.

Minutes later, he was making a steady easy pace into the woodland, towards a secluded clearing he knew about just off the trails. Once in the clearing, he sat on the old fallen tree, and procrastinated. What if someone saw him? He opened his backpack up, and inside was the cheerleader's uniform and his red hoodie. He now couldn't stop himself, as he stripped off his running clothes, until he was down to his tight lycra briefs, and began putting on the outfit. The top felt snug against his athletic body, and he was already going hard by the time he had pulled on the skirt. Putting his red hoodie on, he sat back down on the fallen tree for a short while. Resolving it was now or never, he pulled his backpack on and went walking down the trail.

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He couldn't believe how good the skirt felt as it gently brushed his smooth shaven upper thighs as he walked. It felt so much nicer than wearing shorts. The morning air felt good and he found himself wishing he had done this weeks ago. So lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear the approaching footsteps...as he rounded a bend in the trail, to his surprise he saw ahead a middle aged woman coming towards him, walking a small brown dog. She had to have seen him already! In a split second decision, he felt he just to had keep walking as if it were nothing unusual, he could hardly dart off into the undergrowth and hide now! As they passed the woman said "Morning", as if it were the most normal thing in the world to see a young man in a cheerleading outfit. The dog sniffed his leg, and carried on. Adam tried not to look back after the woman had passed, he was sure she must have turned around and been staring at him, but he could hear her footsteps retreating, and the dog snuffling in the undergrowth.

He decided he better go down the path less travelled, in case there were more people around. A narrow trail branched off to the left. He took it. It went down a slope, and then came to a clearing with a dense leafy canopy above. Ferns surrounded the clearing, and further along he could see some reeds and what was probably a stream of some sort, running down towards the river. The clearing looked a bit muddy, and looked a bit slimy around the edges, but otherwise unremarkable. The narrow trail appeared to continue on the other side.

Stepping onto the clearing, his right foot unexpectedly slid on the muddy ground, and he almost lost his footing. He quickly put his left leg forward, and unexpectedly, his left leg sank into the soft mud, the mud coming up to his knee! This time he nearly lost his balance altogether. He put his right leg forward, and this also sank in.

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He stood there, knee deep in mud, in his cheerleading outfit. His white running shoes were surely ruined, but he couldn't deny the feeling of the soft mud around his calves felt ... so good. He tried to pull his right leg up, and realised it took some effort, and it was threatening to unbalance him again. He took his backpack off, deciding it would be easier, and if he fell in the mud at least he would have his clean running clothes to change back into later. Now free of his backpack, he felt a strange excitement and a desire to wade through the knee-deep mud.

He pulled his right leg up, and the mud slurped as he slowly pulled his leg out. It was completely covered in thick, glistening wet mud. Adam was surprised by the weight of it, and realised that if he wasn't careful he was going to actually fall in. He stepped forward, his left leg sliding under the mud as he moved, and then suddenly he quickly sank in deeper! He let out a surprised gasp as he sank down, the mud pushing his skirt up around him as he sank waist deep. As he looked down at his skirt which was now crumpled up on the surface of the mud, he could see moisture wicking into it, and it started to glisten with the dampness. The feeling of the wet slimy mud around his thighs and underwear felt ... so good, and he was already fully erect, breathing deeply, and feeling slightly out of touch with reality and shaking slightly. He tried to move further forwards through the waist deep mud, savouring the feeling the mud sliding over his athletic legs.

He then began sinking deeper. With every move he made, he sank further in, the mud now going over his hoodie and the rest of his cheerleading uniform. Deep down he realised this was so unwise (could he get out? Would he be stuck? Would it suck him under?) but he had lost any good sense just couldn't resist sinking in further, the incredible feeling of the mud sliding over his legs and pressing his clothes against his body. Moments later he was almost up to his armpits. He realised he was now floating in the mud, and however he moved, he didn't sink any deeper. He pushed his arms down into the mud and tried to pull himself in further, but didn't get anywhere.

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As he moved his legs under the mud, he found something that felt like tree roots from a nearby tree. Jamming his feet up against them and bending his strong legs, he found he could pull himself down further against his buoyancy. Using his arms to help, soon the mud was slowly sliding over his shoulders and around his neck. His breath came in deep sharp gasps as if he were possessed, the rational part of his mind was questioning what the hell he was doing, but every other fibre of his body wanted to continue. The mud was soon up to his mouth. He started to tilt his head back as he pulled himself in deeper. The mud felt gritty against his face, it felt completely different to the smooth creamy feeling of the mud around his thighs, but he kept going until his head was tipped all the way back, and only his nose to his forehead was still above the mud. He paused for a few seconds, breathing deeply, then closed his eyes and with one final effort, pulled himself all the way under, breathing out as he disappeared, making the mud bubble slightly above him. He could feel the gritty slimy sensation of the mud sliding over his forehead and pulling at his hair. He pulled himself down as deep as he could go. He reckoned he must have got his head at least twenty centimetres under the mud before he could no longer hold his breath any more.

He relaxed his legs, and the buoyancy brought him back up. As he floated there, armpit deep in the mud and now thickly and completely covered in it, his hearing almost completely muffled by the mud in his ears, he could feel the orgasm coming. It built up, and he let out a small involuntary set of gasps as it seemed like waves were moving up through his body as he had the biggest orgasm he'd ever had in his life. He never imagined it could be like this. He stood there in the mud, breathing heavily. He shook his head, flinging mud out of his ears and hair.

And...then came the post-nut clarity.

He realised, here he was, chest deep in mud in a cheerleaders outfit. There was the lake he could clean off in, but it was a good kilometer away, and what if the woman with the dog was still around? Worse still, he tried to move in the mud but realised he was pretty stuck. Now he felt pretty stupid, realising how embarrassing calling for help would be, and it might be hours before anyone heard him. His hands were slippery with the mud, and he struggled to grip onto anything within his reach. A brief wave of panic hit him, but then he realised that the tree roots he had used to pull himself under could be helpful. Pushing off these, he managed to get himself close enough to the edge of the mud to grab onto something more substantial. He found by laying forwards, his legs began to float up towards the surface, and immediately began feeling the intense pleasure of the mud sliding over his body again. He tried to put it out of his mind, and instead pulled himself out to the side, where he sat, covered completely in the glistening wet mud.

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Later on, as he rode the tram home (having cleaned off in the lake, and only having wet shoes and socks, and a heavy bag full of damp cheerleading clothes to show for it) he decided next time...he would take a tripod with him so he could video it.