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Jamie - A Wet Life
Jamie was one of our most enthusiastic forum writers, who brought much joy and happiness to the readers of this wetsite. Sadly he passed away at a young age due to cancer in November 2019.
We celebrate his life and his contribution to all of us by publishing his forum posts. This is a long page, over 1.4MB. Below you find the stories Jamie wrote since April 2015, or is mentioned in, or commented on stories from other readers, many of whom were his close and intimate friends.
My wet cousin - 2
Posted by Jamie on April 08, 2015 at 15:33:13Today is another bright and sunny day and after everyone else had left the house, Chris and me went down to the lake. We didn’t take his remote control boat with us, just went for a bike ride, Chris using my older brother’s one whilst he is away travelling. We headed to the far end of the lake where there is a weir that allows the water to overflow down a grassy slope / gulley into a marshy, wet wooded area where it is usually very muddy.
I wore my favourite old worn 501s that have been wet and muddy so many times that the denim is soft and now fits like a glove as I have grown since getting them a year or so ago. I also wore a dark blue t-shirt and grey canvas shoes, also socks and boxer-briefs. Chris wore a pair of faded black Diesel jeans, a black t-shirt and black trainers along with black socks and boxers.
When we got to the top of the weir Chris, being as gung-ho as ever, decided to ride down the slope into the wooded area to check out how wet it was. There was only a trickle of water running over the top, the same amount as enters the lake at the other end, I guess, from the small stream there, and he got down the slope OK but as soon as he hit the marshy area the front wheel dug in and he was flipped straight over the handle bars - so funny. He landed in the mud and water face down and when he stood up and turned to pick up the bike, I could see that he was soaked and covered in mud from head to toe. He stood for a moment before calling out that he might as well finish the job and then fell backwards with another huge splash of mud and water. When I got to the bottom of the slope he was still lying on his back in the muck and grinning up at me. I put a hand out to help him up and he pulled me in with him. We rolled around in it all for a bit until we were both thoroughly soaked and covered in mud and then retrieved our bikes and clambered up the slope back to the weir where we sat on the edge on the lake side letting our feet dangle in the water as we caught our breath.
We splashed around in the lake and got clean, mostly, and then Chris suggested that we explore the wooded area a bit more and see if there was any more decent mud. A couple of hundred yards further in there was a newly made track that I had not come across before and it was obviously being used by heavy machinery as it was all churned up and deeply rutted. We splashed along it for a bit until we came to an area of newly cleared trees. There were a couple of tractors parked at the edge of the clearing but no sign or noise of anyone working. The mud on the track was ankle deep and in the ruts up to our knees and creamy thick, so we had fun jumping in the ruts and trying to splash each other until Chris decided to get serious and took a running dive into the deepest bit we had found. He disappeared under the surface briefly before emerging covered in the mud, not a single part of him or his clothes visible in their true colours. He looked amazing and I had to dive in just to feel how good it was. We walked around and along the track without attempting to get clean and then just lay in the deepest part we could find and enjoyed a mud soak in the sun for a while.
Eventually we heard a vehicle coming along the track and decided to head back to the lake. We splashed along the track and met two guys just parking their Land Rover next to the tractors and they both laughed aloud when they saw us. One asked if we had been having fun and Chris said yes and that we were just heading back to the lake to wash off. As we walked on I heard one of them say to the other that he wished he had the courage to try a mud bath as it looked like fun. Maybe we’ll see them there next time we go and persuade them to join us.
Anyway, we splashed around in the lake to get clean and rode home dripping wet. I’m sitting in the garden in my wet clothes writing this while Chris is having a shower and then we’ll have some lunch and think about how to stay wet for the rest of the day - maybe a water fight in the garden ……
Re: My wet cousin - 2
Posted by wetchas on April 09, 2015 at 08:23:17
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What a brilliant account of a great day. So funny to think of Chris going over the handlebars. I think if I had been there, I would have peed my pants laughing. Hope Chris brought several cases of clothes with him. At this rate, he may run out.
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He bought three pairs of jeans (well worn faded blue 501s, tan cotton, and black 501s) and a pair of smarter trousers (dark blue chinos). He only bought one smallish case with him but as he staying with us he can easily get laundry done, so does not need a huge variety; we are about the same height and build so he can always borrow some of my gear if he needs or wants - it would be fun to see him get wet and muddy in some of my clothes, I think I'd find that quite exciting ......
Yesterday after lunch, when Chris was all nice and dry in clean clothes and i was still in my wet ones, he started a food fight with the salad cream squeeze bottle. It got us thinking that a proper food fight would be fun so we went down to the local store and bought some cans of squirt cream, cartons of custard, a few packets of just-add-water custard powder (enough for a couple of buckets full, we hoped) and some more squeeze bottles of various sauces. No one in the store seemed to notice that I was in wet clothes but the woman on the checkout asked if we were planning some fun with all the custard, to which Chris grinned and said “yes, a food fight” - can’t take the lad anywhere ! When we got home we made up the custard and found that we had plenty for a couple of buckets full, so we put everything ready in the garden and got the garden hose out. Chris suggested that we do something that he had seen on YouTube where two friends ask each other questions about themselves (their likes and dislikes etc) and whoever gets a question wrong gets something thrown or poured over them. Sounded good to me, so we sat down and wrote out twenty questions each that we were going to ask the other, we then swapped questions to allow the other to write down answers separately in case of dispute. The problem with all this of course is that we had not seen each other for a long while, so the odds of getting the right answer was, frankly, several thousand to one …….. Chris asked the first question about himself (“what is my favourite colour ?”) and buy a fluke I got it right (he likes wearing black it seems, and that turned out right), so I started by emptying a carton of custard over his head. It dribbled nicely over his face and dripped down his tee and into the lap of his tan jeans. My first question was also quite easy and Chris threw a bucket of cold water over me (“Just to get you thoroughly wet again !” he said). We were just about to ask the next question when Dad suddenly appeared - home early, would you believe it today of all days - not that I minded as I knew he would just have a good laugh and leave us to it. I was right, he thought it very funny and suggested that he ask the questions and watch us have the fun. He pulled up another garden chair and took the sheets of questions from us, which were already getting messy and wet. It didn’t take many more questions for us to get really wet and messy and Dad could hardly stop laughing enough to ask the questions. After one particularly stupid question and answer Dad expressed the opinion that Chris must be particularly dense not to know the answer, and in retaliation Chris threw a load of custard, scrapped off his head, at Dad which splattered across his suit jacket and shirt. To my surprise, Dad asked Chris if that was the best he could do in retaliation, so Chris responded by throwing another few handfuls. Things soon got a bit wilder and after Dad had thrown a bucket of cold water over Chris, he and I joined forces and soaked Dad with a mixture of hosing him down and pushing plates of squirty cream into his face. At that point Dad called a temporary truce and we all sat down again to catch our breaths and see what else was left to use. Dad’s suit was a mess, soaked through and shiny wet, smeared in custard, cream, barbecue and chocolate sauce, and when he stood up to brush some of it off it was plainly obvious that he was enjoying himself. He looked from one to the other of us and then grinned and said “Sorry about that, happens every time !” and then just laughed as he remarked that it looked like it happened to us as well. We used up the rest of the stuff and ended up the fun by hosing each other down. We tidied up all the mess and then sat in the sun until we had stopped dripping water everywhere before stripping off and going to shower and get dry clothes. Our clothes are all in the wash as I write and will be ready for more fun tomorrow. Dad seemed happy for his suit to get messy and is sure that it will survive a wash. As he said, it was all a good bonding experience if nothing else, I just think it was the big kid in him making itself known.
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Sorry, can't edit after posting, but that should have read ".......(well worn faded 501s, tan cotton and black Diesel jeans) ......"
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That sounds so cool ... wish I was there with you all
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So fun getting messy in good clothes like a suit or school uniform makes it more naught mebye u and ur cusion should try it in nice cloths shirts chiones
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Take it from me, wearing other peoples clothes is exciting, and adds a whole new dimension to the hobby, especially if using foodstuffs. I suggest you try it, especially if you can use his smart chino's.
We both had a bit of a lie-in this morning after a late night playing computer games. After breakfast I posted the piece about yesterday afternoon’s antics (My wet cousin - 2.1) and then we chatted about what to do today. Chris had chosen his old 501s and a red t-shirt with a New York skyline graphic across the chest along with a pair of my trainers (his were still wet from yesterday, although why he thought that important given what we planned to do, I don’t know !) and I had on a pair of black cargoes that I have had for years (they fit really well but my mum says they are indecent - I haven’t asked her to elaborate on why she thinks that !!) but they feel good when wet and muddy as I don’t usually bother with underwear when I wear them, and a yellow t-shirt and old trainers. I think Chris was also going commando as I could not see the normal boxer’s waistband above his jean’s belt. We cycled down to the local shop and bought some sandwiches and drinks and then headed down to the lake and the muddy woods to see what was going on there. At the lake, there was a crowd of mums with pushchairs and their young kids playing near the lake and some older ones paddling and daring each other to get wet, with lots of noisy shouting and screaming, so we headed down towards the weir and the wooded area. We splashed along the muddy track pushing our bikes, and found half a dozen guys using chainsaws to chop up the felled trees into logs and loading them on to trailers, so we carried on along the track until we came to a gate onto a road. I recognised a cottage just across from the gate and realised that I knew where we were. I suggested to Chris that we cycle up to the nearby hill, it is common land and has good views of the surrounding countryside. Chris said he remembered going up there to walk their dog when they still lived here. We decided to do that and then get wet and muddy on the way back, hoping there would not be so many people around in the clearing or by the lake, although I guess that they would probably not have cared less about seeing two lads getting wet and muddy, and just being typical stupid teenagers; they’d probably think we would get a good ticking off when we got home from our mums - and serve us right ! The hill is too steep to cycle up (but good fun to hurtle down) so we pushed our bikes up and sat on the grass at the top and admired the view. There were a couple of gliders in the distance circling around and we watched them and chatted about nothing in particular until we saw a red kite overhead. We lay back on the grass and watched it soaring overhead for nearly an hour, it hardly seemed to flap it’s wings at all during that time. We had our sandwiches and drinks and then laid back in the sun and enjoyed the feel of it on our faces until Chris got restless and suggested we head back. Chris had obviously forgotten how he had come off his bike riding down this hill when he was six years old (he still has the scar on his forehead to show for it, albeit hidden by his fringe most of the time now) and he got to the bottom of the hill without actually falling off - but only just as he ended up in a gorse bush still sitting on the bike. When we got back to the track Chris decided to try and ride, wobbling along the track until he disappeared around a bend hidden by trees, shortly after which I heard a cry and a splash followed by a few choice swear words. When I caught up he was lying face down in one of the ruts, propped up on his elbows and looking sheepish, with the bike lying on its side nearby. The mud and water was lapping over the small of his back and lower legs with just his head, shoulders and butt sticking above the mud and water. He clambered to his feet and I watched the mud and water pour off him. He was soaked through and his mud coated Levis and t-shirt clung to him like a second, very wrinkled, brown skin. He grinned and said he thought it was time for me to get wet as well and before I could move he rugby tackled me backwards into the muddy water behind me. He pushed me under as he lay on top of me and when I tried to protest as I spluttered to the surface, he just pushed me under again - I always thought he had a sadistic streak in him somewhere ! I eventually pushed him off me and chased him along the track trying to get him back. We splashed and skidded around in the mud and fell in numerous times until we were out of breath and collapsed into the deepest of the puddles, laughing at the sight of each other with muddy water lapping up to our chins and dripping from our mud caked wet hair. After a bit I saw that Chris’s hands were busy under the water and guessed what he was doing, so rolled onto my front and crawled back to where my bike was lying, leaving him to enjoy himself. I must say I prefer a hot bath or a shower myself, but each to his own …… We pushed our bikes back to the lake by the weir. There were no guys working in the clearing and the two tractors had gone as well, so they must have finished their work. There were no mums and kids at the lake either so we jumped straight in and swam around for a bit to get clean and then headed back home, leaving a trail of water as we cycled. We hosed the mud off our bikes and then sat in the sun until our clothes stopped dripping and then went in for a nice hot shower. We had just dressed again and put our wet clothes in the washing machine when Dad arrived home. I am writing this as he changes out of his suit and tie before we go out to a local pub for supper. By the way, Dad’s suit washed OK and looked as good as new this morning, just needs a press to look smart enough for his office. He says he’s got the day off tomorrow so will take us to Alton Towers if we want - can’t wait.
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Certainly was great fun - don't think i have laughed so much in a long time.
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I've tried my school uniform - got into really hot water with my mum after that stunt - so think it is safest to stick to jeans and t-shoirts at the moment, which I enjoy anyway, particularly denim jeans.
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I don't think Chris would let me wear his smart chinos, but we have talked about swapping our Levi jeans if we go to Alton Towers tomorrow. I'm just curious to know what my own clothes look like when worn by someone else getting wet or muddy, particularly as Chris is the same height and build as me, he may show my clothes as they look when wet to someone else, something i can never experience in reality rather than on video.
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That was a party that I would have enjoyed being a guest. And how cool that your dad wanted to participate. I wonder what wet adventures you will enjoy together in the future? Thank you for sharing these great stories. I might have to go jump in the hot tub again.
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I feel like these stories are too good to be true
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I love reading your posts and and am glad to read that your cousin thoroughly enjoyed himself in the muddy water. I was wondering if you and your cousin ever thoroughly enjoy your selfs together while getting wet or muddy?
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Another brilliant story, descriptive and very well written.
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Thanks, glad you enjoyed. Alton Towers is off as the prices are sky high this week - Easter school holidays here in the UK - but as I don't go back until next Thursday, we are going next week.
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Glad you enjoyed - and the answer to your question is "no, not in that way".
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That's your prerogative, of course, but why would you ?
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That is to bad that you have not tried that together as I am sure it would lead to even more great fun together.
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Shame, still I guess you'll have no trouble finding something else to do.
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Should be better next week at Alton Towers, less crowded, shorter queues, cheaper ( and bonus of more money to splash on things other than the entry fees !). Chris is only just getting up - lazy so and so - but I expect we will find something to do that involves lots of water !
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How old r u ?
Well, we didn’t get to Alton Towers today as looking to book on-line last night it seemed that the entry charges are much higher for the Easter school holidays (no surprise really, I guess we should have thought of that before !) so Dad went off to work this morning as usual and we will go to Alton Towers next week as most schools are back on Monday (not mine though, until Thursday). Lazy lad Chris didn’t get up until nearly 10:30am and even then it was only because he smelt bacon frying. The sight of him sat opposite me at the kitchen table, unwashed, half-asleep and naked, except for his boxers, scoffing bacon and eggs was almost enough to put me off my food. I’d promised mum that we would give her car a spring clean before she gets back at the weekend, so whilst Chris got properly dressed, I got the car out of the garage and found the hose and a couple of buckets and sponges. I hoovered out the interior and wiped the dash and door panels with a cleaner, applied a leather food to the seats and had done half the interior windows when Chris appeared. Chris was amazed at how much effort it took to clean a car properly as he has never washed a car before ! Yes, really !! Seems that his parents both take their cars to a local hand-wash place so he never has had the opportunity to do it himself. When I told him that mum paid me £15 to do a spring clean and a fiver to just wash it, he claimed he would suggest the same to his parents. I said he should charge more as their cars were bigger ! When we had finished the interior windows Chris grabbed the hose and sprayed the car before we used the buckets of warm water, car shampoo and sponges to give it a good wash. He tried to spray me for waking him up “early”, as he put it, and he got my head and shoulders a bit damp. I retaliated by throwing half a bucket of water over the bonnet in the hope of it being deflected over him, but it just got one leg of his jeans a bit wet. When we had given the car a good wash and made sure that we had not missed any, things turned a bit wetter as we tried to get each other wet as we washed the alloy wheels and then leathered the windows to a smear free finish, and removed all the beads of water on the flatter surfaces. I was just admiring the finished job when Chris crept up behind me and emptied a bucket of water over my head, I only spotted his reflection in the car at the last moment so I was pretty well soaked through. I told him that as recompense he could have the job of buffing up the leather upholstery as the feed had had time to do its job. Whilst he did that I opened the bonnet and checked the oil and water etc, and then the tyre pressures, and as I did that I plotted ways of giving Chris a good soaking. It was too easy really, I suggested that he put the car back in the garage, close the roller shutter from the inside and then exit the garage via the side door that opens onto a passage way between the house and garage. The gate at the far end into the garden was kept locked, so he would have no escape if I just hosed him down as he came out of the garage. It worked really well, and apart from a bit of swearing as the water first hit him, he took it in good part. In the ensuing battle we were both drenched several times over as we battled for control of the hose. We eventually called a truce on the basis that neither of us could get any wetter. We sat around in the garden for a bit until we had stopped dripping and then got some lunch, eating that still in our wet clothes, and then we went for a bike ride, ending up in park by the lake where we found some of my friends kicking a ball around, so we joined in. We didn’t go in the lake or to the woods and eventually got home with our clothes still feeling nicely damp. Chris suggested that we shower and get changed into dry clothes. We stepped into the shower in our clothes and had a bit of fun before drying off and getting into dry clothes. Dad got home from work just as we were sitting down to play some computer games. Our sodden clothes are still lying on the floor in the shower as Chris said he might try going to bed in his jeans, but I’m not sure I would want to try that, sounds very uncomfortable. Any thoughts anyone ?
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Try reading part 1 and you'll find out.
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School uniform is soo much fun wet until the last day of term then go mad
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I don't have to wear a school uniform, we can wear what we like so most of us just stick to jeans or chinos with t-ehirts or polo shirts. I only have one suit and it is far too nice to get wet and muddy in; I may be tempted when I get too big to wear it comfortably.
Hey all, I live in the north west of England and have had a thing for getting wet for the longest time, but the irony is... I can't swim! When I was very young, my swimming lessons seemed to consist of just throwing me into it and expecting me to just do as they say, regardless of how comfortable I was with it - it's not a remotely good approach for an autistic child, let me tell you. As a result, I never learned, and even now I find it almost impossible to put my face in the water. I can't open my eyes - my head tells them to open, but the eyelids force themselves shut and I seem to have no control over this. I've found that the approach by most "proper" swimming instructors is far too impatient and stressful, and was wondering if people on here might be up for helping me out? Doing it all clothed of course; I'm told swimming in clothes is a little harder, but it's the can't-put-face-in-water issue that's the real challenge for me. Any advice on overcoming this would be welcome, but any guys offering to meet up somewhere (especially if you've got a pool) and help me along with swimming would be even better!
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I can sympathise with that dilemma. I hated putting my face under water when I first started to learn to swim. I was not helped by the fact that at eight I was prescribed with contact lenses (glasses apparently won't work as I need something in contact with the eyeball to even out bumps caused by weak spots in the surface: can't remember what the condition is called.) and having water in my eyes either caused the lenses to move or wash out altogether and without them my sight is just awful. It sounds silly, but the simple solution was to wear goggles or a face mask and snorkel. I can swim fine now, but still don't look forward to being ducked or getting water in my eyes, but it doesn't stop me having wet fun. Can't help with the swimming lessons as we live in the south-west and have no pool, much as I'd like one !! Good luck with your quest.
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I wouldn't sleep in wet jeans. I tried it once in a pair of trackies, and it was most itchy and uncomfortable. I took them off after a while, but then I still had a wet bed. Not pleasant at all.
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I tend to agree, but Chris tried it last night and seemed like the resultant experience. Looked as though he had dried out during the night but he did look as though he had enjoyed himself very much, but then I also have that experience most mornings: I guess its part of being a teenager !
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Yea. LOL. Know what you mean!
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I am glad to hear that you both had more fun together getting wet and even got in the shower together and had some fun. You both should definitely put your wet clothes back on and hop in the shower together and then both go to bed wearing your wet clothes. It is so much fun to get into bed wearing all your fully soaked clothes. If you both try it I recommend sleeping in the same bed together so that you guys don't like it you guys still have a dry bed to get into. Please tell us all about the rest of your adventures.
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I am glad to hear that you both had more fun together getting wet and even got in the shower together and had some fun. You both should definitely put your wet clothes back on and hop in the shower together and then both go to bed wearing your wet clothes. It is so much fun to get into bed wearing all your fully soaked clothes. If you both try it I recommend sleeping in the same bed together so that you guys don't like it you guys still have a dry bed to get into. Please tell us all about the rest of your adventures.
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I'm not as far south-west as Devon, but have been there on holidays a few times and loved it. I live about thirty miles south of Gloucester, I'm not sure how far it is to Alton Towers, but it is straight up the M5 from here, have to admit I don't take much notice when I'm a passenger, just let the "chauffeur" do his job !!. Jamie is staying here for another five weeks and will be joining me at school as a "visitor" until he goes home. My aunt is a maths and science teacher and Chris and a group of his neighbourhood boys are all "home schooled" by his mum and three others, so he does not have to be back by a particular date. I will miss having him around, and have nothing planned apart from getting as wet as we can at Alton Towers, but I'm sure we'll think of something.
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That's good then. I thought he was only here for a couple of weeks holiday. You are quite a bit further up the M5 than I am, think its been quite hot there this weekend. Love your stories, thanks for taking the trouble to post them.
Nice and sunny here today and we are about to leave for a day at Alton Towers. I've never been before so am looking forward to a nice wet day. Jamie is wearing black cargoes, black tee with an unbuttoned red and white check l/s shirt over that, finished off with black boxers, socks and trainers. I have stuck to my favourite old 501s, dark blue tee and a mainly white l/s shirt on top. (I like the idea of a wet white shirt over a dark tee). Jamie's dad is impatient to leave so must go.
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I have slept in wet clothes before and really enjoyed it. I soak myself in the shower wearing nice soft clothes, a hoodie and sweat pants is great then jump out of the shower and go right to bed as fast as i can. I dont towel off or anything, i want as much water as possible with me. I put a bucket of water next to my bed ready and dumped it over myself making my whole bed wet and squishy. Then i just lay down and have happy wet dreams. You should try it!
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No, we didn't - just got extremely wet in the clothes described above. We had a great time at Alton Towers, it was not too crowded so we managed to get on all the rides we wanted without having to queue much at all. As it was nice and sunny most of the day, we got almost completely soaked on the first ride we tried, Ripsaw, and spent the rest of the day just getting as wet as we could, which was wonderful. There quite a few people there of all ages who seemed to enjoy getting a good soaking so it was fun watching their reactions as well. I expect Jamie will post more details later.
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Read the description from previous post and you will see it says "l/s shirt", meaning long sleeve. It was warm so I wore mine unbuttoned with the sleeves just turned up a bit. Yes it did go see almost see-thru over my dar blue tee. Jamie did the same basically and he looked amazing when fully soaked in his shiny wet cargos and tee with his shirt over. His black clothes showed up wet better than my blue jeans and as he is dark haired, rather than blond like me, he just looked really wet all the time. We got really wet on Ripsaw as they seemed happy to get the riders wet as it was sunny and warm (someone told us that they avoid getting people wet when it is colder so as not to upset them, which seems a bit silly when the whole point of getting on the ride is to get wet.) We also got a good soaking on the flume as there were two really big guys up front so the boat dug into the water more. Battle galleons was a good one too, we got really wet there as there were a group of youngsters and their dads going mad getting everyone wet. That was great fun.
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I don't have to wear a school uniform as I am "home schooled" along with a few friends by my mum ( a teacher ) and other parent/teachers. Jamie goes to a non-state school here in the UK and does not wear a uniform either. I guess it would be fun getting soaked in uniform though, might feel a bit naughty to do, which always makes it more exciting.
What's happened to the wet cousins. News seems to have dried up. I hope they haven't.
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School happened !! Back at school on Thursday last and busy, busy, busy getting started on projects and getting Chris up to speed on what he needs to do whilst he is at school with me. Then we were away with parents visiting family over the weekend so no time to write anything up. Back at school today as well, of course. Briefly, Thursday back at school was OK, in the afternoon they had changed the timetable from last term so we, my class, were all caught out by not having sports kit as we were down to do athletics/field sports or tennis (I usually do tennis) so we were given the chance to try out the new assault course type obstacle course that had been built for the cadet force to use. It has been built around the small river that runs through the school grounds and involves crossing and re-crossing the water in different ways, whether by rope, raft or bridge. My class teacher, who had designed it, wanted to find out if it was too easy or difficult. There are twelve boys and eight girls in my class all just turned seventeen or a bit older and most of us managed it OK. Chris and me and a couple of other guys threw ourselves at every obstacle whether it meant getting wet or not and ended up soaked through, which everyone else thought very funny. Chris is known now by everyone as "the Yank" and has had to adopt an American accent just to maintain his credibility - it is about as good as Dick van Dyke's Cockney accent in "Mary Poppins", truly awful !! - but at least everyone now knows who he is. Friday was just a normal school day and we survived it, staying dry throughout, sadly. Normally we would have sports against another school on Saturday morning (or supporting/spectating if not in a school team) but as it was the first Saturday of term nothing had been arranged. So we went with parents to see some cousins/aunts/uncles, which was fine but a bit boring - had to be on best behaviour etc - and we came home Sunday afternoon. For a bit of light relief when we got home Chris and me had a water fight in our "decent" clothes - but caught a bit of flack for that. Some parents have no sense of fun !! We might have a chance for a bit more wet fun next weekend as we shall be at home alone as parents are off to the theatre and an over-night stay in London. Will post more news after that.
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Thanks for that. As always the update was worth waiting for. Did you point out to your Dad that it appears to be all right for him to get his suit messy, but not for you to have a good clothes water fight.Parents ey, always using double standards.
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It never occurred to me to point that out to dad. I'll mention it to him and see what he says ! It was actually mum who got angry with us for getting wet, dad just kept quiet as he usually does in those situations - he doesn't do angry very well.
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Sounds about right. If you are ever a dad you'll realise its the best way, and the only chance of a peacefull life.
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Yup - my Dad is exactly the same - when he's at home (which is rarely as he goes abroad a lot for work) he leaves everything to mum and tries not to get involved with anything controversial, like bring up his children !! Things are going well with my time at school with Jamie so far. Just have a problem with cricket - what is that all about ? I think my schooling has covered subjects like the sciences and maths to a more advanced level that Jamie is used to (but then my mum is a science/maths teacher, so not too surprising.) There seems to be a lot of sport in the curriculum, Tuesday and Thursday afternoons as well as Saturday morning. Tomorrow is swimming - we have to do a life saving test, so that should be interesting as it is done fully clothed in whatever we fancy, like jeans and sweatshirt etc. Yesterday we played tennis, but I'm rubbish at that so I might try some athletics next week - after all, how hard can running be ?
This afternoon my class had to take the annual swim test at school. There are 20 in our class (12 boys, 8 girls) plus Chris whilst he is in the UK. All but one of us (the class fool, Tom) had bought a change of clothes as we have to do the test fully clothed. Tom claims to have forgotten about the test, but as we were reminded yet again last thing on Wednesday, that seems an unrealistic claim given the fact that Tom has previous form in this matter. Consequently he was made to do it in the only clothes he had, those he had worn in and was planning on going home in at the end of the day. Chris and me both wore our old favourite 501s, boxer briefs, socks, old canvas shoes, tee-shirts with long sleeve sweatshirts on top. Most everyone else wore the same style of jeans and tees etc except for a few of the girls who wore skirts over leggings. The test involves everyone jumping in the pool and demonstrating that they can tread water for five minutes and then swim four lengths of the pool before getting out. Everyone then has to demonstrate how to rescue someone and tow them back to the side. As Chris is a visitor and his test was not recorded, he was volunteered to be the "drowning man" for everyone else to practice on in turn. Most of us managed to rescue him without drowning him in the process but he got a few mouthfuls of water and was dunked several times by a couple of the girls who struggled to keep his face above water. It was all good fun really as we have all done it several times before. It was also fun to see everyone in their wet clothes, particularly some of the girls who have "blossomed" a bit since last year !! We spent the last half of the session throwing each other in and diving off the springboard and the 3m board, showing off really. When we got home, having changed back into our dry clothes after the test, Chris and me pulled on our still wet clothes and had a water fight and then a shower together. By the way, Tom had to travel home on the bus in his wet clothes as no-one would give him a lift whilst dripping wet. Maybe next year he will remember to bring a change of clothes to do the test.
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You two guys need to get some Levi 501 Shrink to Fit jeans and break them in together. I like rigid best, but they come in other colors. Get your regular waist size, but get the leg length 2-4 inches longer, as they will shrink as the name suggests. Also, white Jockey classic briefs work great while breaking in your jeans. They will turn a bit blue during the process, but it is totally awesome. I hope you know the process-put them on and get a hot bath and soak for a half hour or more and let them dry on you. I like to get in a hottub. You should get your Dad to get one. The lake will work if nothing else.
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Brilliant. A lot of this mirrors what I wrote in a post to you yesterday. It probably got buried in the "where are the wet cousins" thread. Would have loved to see the girls in their skirts and leggings, a particular favourite of mine. Did anyone wear trackies, or was it all jeans. What was Tom dressed in. Did any of the teachers join you in the pool.
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Good deal, but sounds like you are ready for a new pair and time to show Jamie how to do it. Try the Jockey briefs also!
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Jamie already knows about STF jeans but prefers his 501s to fit loosely, he seems to prefer Diesel jeans now anyway. I like the slog underwear that I already have so won't be changing to Jockey. I haven't asked Jamie about his preference for underwear but from the brands I've seen him in he obviously likes Calvin Klein and Diesel boxer briefs. He looks good in the stripes he wears mostly. Neither of us particularly want to see the other in wet see thru undies, thank you !
The oldies went off early this morning so Chris and me headed down to the woods as early as we could as it was bright and sunny. We were both wearing the still wet clothes from yesterday's swimming test (I love the feel of pulling on wet clothes and chris was obviously enjoying the sensation as well as we had both decided to go command). We splashed through the ruts and puddles on the track until we came to the area where the trees had been felled and cleared. We decided to explore the area and found a large puddle in the middle of area that looked to be full of creamy mud. Chris took a couple of steps into it and then suddenly he was up to his chest in it ! The look on his face was amazing. I watched as he waded a bit further out but it got no deeper. He looked totally awesome as he climbed out the other side, completely covered up to his chest in reddish brown creamy mud which just dripped off him as he stood there laughing. The hole was about ten feet by ten feet square and must have been dug out deliberately as it had definite sides all around after the initial scraping at the sides. I jumped in after Chris had fallen backwards into it again and we spent a while just splashing around and dunking each other. We had a bit of fun making sure that each other was thoroughly coated in mud both inside and outside of our clothes and I must say mud soaked, well worn comfy denim jeans feel even better when someone else is making sure you are fully covered. After we had clambered out and explored a bit more, we headed back to the track and the lake. As we got to the track, Chris noticed what looked like a piece of cardboard nailed to a tree, when we got to it, it turned out to have a message scrawled on it "To the muddy-loving lads we met - hope you found and enjoyed the mud hole we dug, we did. The Tree Fellers." Chris wrote "We did, we'll be back. Thanks" in mud across the bottom - maybe we'll find them there next time. We headed back to the lake and cleaned up by swimming around for a bit and then came back home. We hosed ourselves a bit cleaner and I'm sitting in the garden writing this as Chris lies on the grass drying in the sun. We plan to stay in our wet clothes for the rest of the day, getting as wet as possible when we earn some money washing mum and dad's cars this afternoon. More posts later this weekend.
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I have many STF in all stages of fade. My favorite color is wet Levis in any fade, but I like new rigid ones best. Levi STF can be sized and worn in any style, just size them to your wishes. That's what makes them so great. Not really saying you need see thru undies, just saying Jockey has a nice waistline to see above your Levis. They have briefs and boxer briefs that are nice and soft and feel great when wet. Many colors available, I just like basic white. Hope you and Jamie have fun the next few weeks, thank you!
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Amazing. Back to earth with a bump today I guess. Parents back home, and school.
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Yes, parents got back sometime this morning. Saturday afternoon we washed both the cars and got each other totally soaked again with the hose and buckets of soapy water, which felt amazing. Chris wanted to spend the night in his wet clothes so we did that as well; but I woke at about 3am feeling chilled so I got out of my wet stuff and went to my nice dry bed and warm dry nightwear. Chris stayed wet until the morning when I woke him with half a bucket of cold water poured over him as he slept - he was not too happy about that but cheered up under a hot shower ! Ha Ha
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After Jamie had woken me with a bucket of cold water poured over my already wet clothes, I relaxed a bit by, among other things, lying in my soaked bed in a pool of cold water, thinking about how to get revenge on the little b*****d !! I persuaded Jamie that we should swap clothes for the day; him to try my STF 501s and me his loose fit Diesel jeans - just for us each to see what the other looked like in our clothes. Jamie looked pretty hot in my nicely fitting jeans and I rather liked the feel of his loose fitting ones. We headed back to the mud pit in the woods really early as it was bright and sunny and we also thought there would be no-one around that early and the lake area gets busy on a Sunday. Sure enough, the lake and park were deserted and we splashed our way to the clearing only to find a Land Rover parked at the edge of the clearing. Jamie thought it was the one that the tree fellers had been using, so we headed to the mud pit anyway. When we got there we found one of the guys we had met standing at the edge as we approached. He turned when he heard us and said hello and that he hoped we might turn up one day when he was there. He introduced himself as Rob and said he had just arrived and was about to have some fun getting muddy. So we joined him. He could see that we were already mostly wet, and he asked if we would just throw him in the mud for starters, so we grabbed his arms and legs and swung him back and forth a couple of times before letting go, he landed with a huge splash and then crawled to the edge and clambered out to stand between us. Rob and me then threw Jamie in and then they threw me in. We splashed around a bit and spent a while just jumping and sliding in and out of the pit. After a bit we just sprawled in the shallow mud and chatted. Rob is a bit older than us at 19 and is training to be a forester. Seems he was initiated into forestry by being thrown in a wet swampy pond in his full work gear by his workmates and found that he loved it, we were the first two lads he had met who also enjoyed getting wet and muddy. We both got on well with him. Jamie looked really awesome in my tight fitting mud soaked 501s and I may be able to persuade him to try a pair of his own. Rob was dressed in two-tone orange/sand coloured workwear cargoes and heavy boots with a green/yellow checked shirt, not that you could see the colours after we had thrown him in the mud. We went to the lake to wash off and then sat on a bench in the sun drip drying until the mums and dads with kids and the dog walkers started appearing. We got a few odd looks from a few older folk as it was pretty obvious that we had been swimming in the lake at the very least, but a couple of dads were heard to say that it looked like “those guys have been having fun !” When it got busy, Rob headed back to his Land Rover and we went home, having arranged to meet again at the mud pit next weekend and having swapped e-mail addresses.
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I am a forester here in Pennsylvania. I love trees, outdoors, rivers and creeks and wet STF Levi's. That's what got me started. I bet Rob would like STF when not on the job.
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I have to say that Rob looked great in his close-fitting workwear. He is a well developed guy, rather more muscles that Chris and me (put together !) probably as he does hard physical work all day, unlike us just sitting around all day. He also told us that he went to a local gym regularly. I really liked Chris' STF 501s and intend to get some for myself. I felt really good in his which were much tighter than my normal jeans, and he looked OK in my Diesel jeans, but not as good as in his STFs which fit him very well. I wore his STFs to school today after they were put through the wash yesterday afternoon.
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Another brilliant account of a great weekend. I really enjoy reading of your adventures.Do you think you "got away" with things, and managed to cover your tracks. Hopefully the bed dried out in time, before we a curious mother discovered it. I have to say that you certainly give your outfits a good trashing. Just think what those jeans have been through in the last few days. Bank holiday Monday coming up next week, so a day off school I guess. They reckon we may have some rain as well. All the better for the mud pool I guess.
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Thanks, glad you enjoy. Yeah, no real need to “get away” with things - my mum knows I enjoy getting wet and messy and is very happy to let me sort out my own laundry (less work for her !) and that includes bed sheets and so on. Both the beds in my room have mattress and duvet protectors that keep everything dry, so only the bottom sheet and duvet cover get wet or muddy and they are easily washed. It is a very modern house and all the floors are of polished, sealed concrete, with underfloor heating, so are easily mopped up if there is any spillage. My Diesel jeans are looking a bit more trashed now and have acquired a few snags and small tears as well as a slight orange/brown tinge from the mud pit, but that will probably disappear with a few more wettings and washes. Chris’ 501s are definitely looking more faded, worn and frayed and he says they fit more snugly than ever; they certainly look as though they do when he gets wet but that may be due to other more obvious reasons, me thinks ! I really enjoyed wearing his jeans when we swapped, they felt so different to my own loose fit, and so we ordered a pair each last night on line. Hopefully they will arrive before the weekend so we can do the shrinking thing as soon as possible and enjoy them in the mud pit when we meet Rob again. You are right, no school on Monday, so an extra day to get wet or muddy and break in those new jeans a bit more, if they arrive in time. It is forecast to rain here as well and get a bit colder again, so it may not be as much fun getting wet and muddy; I’m not keen on being cold and wet but Chris seems to enjoy it even more judging by his appearance after being thrown in cold water, ha ha.
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Good to hear you are getting new STF Levis. Maybe Rob will be there to help you break them in. Have fun!
Jamie's Dad announced today that he had organised a pretty for family over the Bank Holiday weekend. My Dad will be here from Friday evening until Tuesday morning when he goes back to Germany on business for a while longer. Uncle Tony (Jamie's Dad) has invited his much younger brother, Paul, among others and Jamie tells me that it was him who got him interested in getting wet and muddy in his clothes in the first place. Paul is only 6 or 7 years older than us and I remember him vaguely from when we lived in the UK, he was a bit of a hippy then with long hair and always in jeans and tees rather than anything smarter. He has apparently hardly changed at all and now works in the music industry - he sounds like an interesting guy. Jamie says it will not be hard to persuade him to come along to the mud pit when we meet Rob - in fact it will probably be difficult to stop him joining us !! Can't wait to meet him. There should be quite a houseful with both my parents, Jamie's parents and us of course, as well as Paul and our mothers' parents from Leeds. The party is lunchtime on Sunday so we will have Saturday to get wet and muddy.
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Chris failed to check the above post - Dad has organised a "party" not a "pretty" ! Predictive text can be a pain ....... I'm looking forward to seeing my uncle Paul again as he is a funny guy to have around - he likes to wind up my Dad which is always fun to watch and he really doesn't mind getting wet and muddy if it means joining in and having fun. He has just got a really cool car too, a Tesla, and has promised me a drive now that I have my provisional licence and L plates ready !!
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Sounds like you've got it made. When I think how I used to have to hide things, and cover my tracks, you are very lucky.
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Yeah, Jamie certainly has it made - I can't get away with anything like what he can back home (sorry about the poor grammar !). I don't mind the cold, in fact I find it quite exciting - I guess we are more used to the cold in NY than you wimpy Brits. Ha Ha. New STF 501 jeans arrived today, So they have had a good soaking in a warm bath for us both tonight and are currently shrinking on us as I write. A night wearing them in bed should see us dry in the morning ready for a day at school (provided there are no unforeseen occurrences overnight from Jamie) and another soaking tomorrow night and a repeat on Friday ready for the weekend. Jamie's Uncle Paul arrives sometime on Friday so should be here by the time we get back from school. No team sports on Saturday that Jamie is involved in so we should have the full day to get wet and muddy before the party on Sunday. Can't wait !!
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Good deal with the new Levi STF. It didn't take much to talk Jamie into getting some! What size did you get? Sounds like you would be a good candidate to become a forester like me if you like science and math. You get to spend a lot of time outside in all types of weather. Many times you need to cross streams or muddy areas. Give me a yell if you want to discuss when you get back home. I am in Pennsylvania.
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I usually get 32 ins waist and 31 ins inside leg, and that seems to fit me well in normal jeans, so I got 33 waist and 34 inside leg for the STF ones, which is the same as my current pair which fit nice and snugly now after a year of wear. Jamie got 34 ins in both waist and leg as he wanted his to be slightly less snug when shrunk. We are actually almost exactly the same size for most clothes, but he just likes his a bit of a looser fit. Now that we have done one wetting and drying while worn, they have shrunk quite a bit, but have a bit more to go, I think. Jamie took no persuading at all to get a pair in the end, particularly after he had got wet and muddy in my old pair and realised how good they felt. I want to try and be a physicist as a career, maybe get involved in research work of some kind. My dad is a research chemist for an industrial processing company, so a life in science of some sort is in my genes, I guess.
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Another day in our new STF Levis at school. On the way home we went to the park for a kick-around with some of Jamie's mates. It was raining earlier today and last night, so the pitch is a bit slippery and muddy in places. We all got more than a bit muddy as we played and after an hour of play, when we decided to call it a day, Jamie stepped into the lake and waded out knee deep to wash the mud off. The others were laughing at him as he splashed about getting clean and Dan suggested that he go for a proper swim rather than pratting around. Jamie splashed out of the lake and started wrestling Dan towards the lake, trying to push him in. The others all joined in and under such overwhelming odds both Dan and Jamie got their swim, and we all got wet up to our knees. When we got home, Jamie still dripping wet, we found his uncle Paul sitting in the garden reading a paper. He was about to give Jamie a welcome hug when he realised how wet he was. He stepped back and looked us up and down before asking what we had been up to. We explained about the muddy football and Jamie's swim in the lake, which he thought very funny. He had apparently arrived about 30 minutes before and finding no-one in had made himself comfortable in the sun. Jamie opened up the garage and we went through to the utility room, where we got out of our wet clothes and pushed everything except our jeans into the dryer. We hung the jeans on the rotary dries in the back garden and then went and got into some dry clothes, whilst Paul wandered along behind us and chatted as we went. Seems that a photoshoot he was on had finished early so rather than head back to his Manchester home, he had come to us a day early. Jamie could not wait to have a look at Paul's new car, an electric Tesla, so we had a good look whilst he explained how it worked and the Paul took us for a short ride. Amazing car, I think Jamie has found his first love !! aaaaaaaaaaahhhh, sweet !
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Had I picked up the ball and run with it, I guess I would have been playing rugby ........ I am not having too much of a problem with life in the UK, although language can be a bit awkward at times - all the strange meanings for the same words and the pronounciation when people have accents - but otherwise OK. The new jeans have been mud soaked a couple of times since the last post and wet for most of the remaining time, they are a nice snug fit now and beginning to look a bit worn and battered. Jamie has changed his mind about them and thinks they feel great now, all doubts gone. Mine have had a couple more warm bath soakings whilst being worn and I have stayed wearing them whilst they dried and I think they have shrunk fully now, they are just the right size now, and just need prolonged wearing to get really good. We took Paul down to the mud pit yesterday morning and had great fun mucking around. We went back late afternoon and met Rob against wearing our still mud soaked jeans and then swam around in the lake afterwards to get clean. Jamie will post more details in due course, no doubt.
We got home on Friday from school to find that dad and his brother Paul had been out and bought one of those giant inflatable paddling pools and were busy inflating in the front garden where it would be away from the trees and in the sun all day virtually. Great news. It looks to be about 18ft in diameter and is just about waist-deep when full. Whilst it was filling and we were waiting for supper, Chris started a bit of a water fight with his Dad who had got back from Germany mid-afternoon Sturday morning the pool was still filling slowly so Chris and me took Paul down to the park, the lake and then the mud pit in the woods. Chris, who was wearing his wet clothes from the soaking he had got on Friday afternoon, got his revennge on Paul by pushing him in the mud as he was asking how deep it was with the explanation "Well you'd better find out for yourself !" Paul retaliated by picking Chris up after a short chase, and slam dunking him into the centre of the pit. For such a slim, non-bulky, non-muscular guy Paul is certainly pretty strong, he threw Chris as easily as if he were a toddler of 3 or 4 years old - Chris's expression was so funny as he realised what was happening. We fooled around in the mud for a bit until we were all soaked through and completely covered then sloshed our way back to the lake to clean up, before heading home. Mum made us tay in the garden until Dad had hosed all the remaining mud off us all and then forbade us all using the pool until we had showered and changed into clean clothes. Nothing was said about only wearing swimwear in the pool, so we all changed into clean jeans and tees and then jumped in the pool as it finished filling. It didn,t take long for everyone else (my mom, Chris's mum and dad, and my dad) to join us although they all wore swimwear. We stayed in the pool most of the day apart from lunchtime and to laze in the sun for a bit but by late afternoon it had clouded over and was looking like rain. OrOur parents had arranged to go to atha local amateur dramatics evening with friends but had not got a ticket for Paul as they didn't know he would be here when booking and when he heard it was Hamlet he said he wouldn't have wanted to go, so we said to join us when we met Rob at the mud pit again, so we put on some old shoes and headed off to the park still in our sodden jeans and tees. (More to follow .......)
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Glad to hear you are now a STF Levi 501 fan. There is no better jean and they look so great when wet and shiny. Now I challenge you to get Paul and Rob on board. You guys rock!
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You lucky things. A pool of your own eh. I bet you'll get some use out of that over the next few weeks,especially as the weather gets better.
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I'm sure we'll use the pool as often as possible, even if the weather is not brilliant, I love swimming in the rain ! My new STFs are feeling great now, a different fit to what I have been used to, but they are a nice loose fit now and as shrunk as I want them to be. Chris's are a much more snug fit (his mum says they are almost "indecently tight" - her words not mine - but they look fine if you don't mind showing off a bit !!) We seem to have kept them either wet or muddy almost all the time we have had them and they are beginning to look nicely worn and not so new, they feel much softer and more flexible as well; they feel really really awesome when covered in mud and have had mud poured inside as well. Been a busy with school things since the Bank Holiday weekend, but will try to follow up with more posts soon.
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I surprised myself by liking the STFs quite so much, and they certainly look great when wet or muddy - they feel great too. Looks like uncle Paul prefers Wrangler jeans, so I don't think he'll be a convert. As for Rob, we've only seen him wet in workwear style trousers (cargoes in multi colours and extra layers on knees etc) which look great when shiny and wet, they seem to hols water more than denim jeans.
After Paul had agreed to come along to meet Rob at the mud pit, Chris and I changed into our still wet STF jeans and pulled on some trainers. Paul stayed in the jeans and tee that he had worn all day swimming. My jeans felt cold and clammy and clung to my legs as we walked to the park, they felt great. Rob’s LandRover was already parked on the track and we found him busy planting some saplings and wrapping some protective mesh around each one as he went along. He said he had only a few more to do and we watched as he finished off the job. He was dressed in olive drab work trousers with buttoned cargo style pockets on the legs and contrasting black panels at the knees, across the seat and around the pockets. Like his others we had seen before, they fitted snugly but also had a bib front with braces, he was wearing a tight white tee underneath. When Rob was ready we headed back to his Land Rover where he left his tools and picked up a stack of four buckets from the back. “Thought we could start getting muddy by using these to get each other nicely covered - I’ve always wanted someone to pour a bucket of sloppy mud all over me !” Rob said with a big grin across his face. We agreed and headed to the mud pit. Rob volunteered to get muddy first and we three took turns to pour a bucket full of mud over him - Chris poured it over his head and shoulders slowly so that it trickled down his back, front and arms: I stood back and threw the whole bucket full at his front, it hit him just below the chin and soaked his front from neck to knees, dripping onto his boots: Paul walked up to Rob and asked him to lift his chin and then slowly poured the whole bucket full down the inside of the bib-front and we watched and laughed as it eventually poured over his boots from his trouser legs - and then we just kept throwing buckets full of mud at him from all angles until he begged for mercy and said it was someone else’s turn. By the time we had finished with Rob it was abundantly obvious that he was thoroughly enjoying the experience. Chris was the next one to receive the treatment and then I went and Paul was last. It was great fun and I think the others enjoyed it as much as I know I did. The impact of a bucket of sloppy mud hitting you hard in the chest and then splashing over you, is fantastic, and if you barely have time to relish that before the next one hits you it is even better. After we were all totally covered inside our clothes and out, we pushed each other into the mud pit and wallowed in it for nearly an hour, watching each other clamber out in our clinging clothes and jumping back in again with a big splash. When we were ready to head home, Rob climbed into his Land Rover still covered in mud having only wiped most of it off his face and head. We three splashed our way back to the park along the track, jumping into the water filled ruts and taking running dives into the deeper ones, but when we got back to the lake there were loads of people and kids around so we headed home just as we were, covered in mud and dripping wet. We hosed the mud off each other as best we could and then made a quick naked dash to get a shower, leaving our wet muddy clothes on the lawn. Paul and Chris borrowed swim shorts from me and then we got something to eat and lounged in the pool as we ate. We were still in the pool when our parents got back at about ten. The perfect end to the day. More to follow about Sunday and the party ………
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Wow.What fun. Have you ever noticed the trousers that the staff at McDonalds wear. They are a sort of Olive colour.I have this dream about destroying a pair with assorted McDonalds related foodstuffs.
Sunday morning was cloudy but warm and didn’t look like rain. After breakfast mum asked Chris and me to help set up the table and chairs for lunch in the conservatory. The doors on three sides fold open fully so it almost feels like being outside, but protects if it rains. Mum also told us to dress smartly, chinos or smart shorts and smart short-sleeved shirts - definitely no jeans and tees - so I lent Chris a pair of dark blue shorts and a blue & white checked shirt and I wore tan shorts and a green striped shirt myself. We never even got a chance of a quick swim before grandparents and other relatives started arriving. We were to be 17 for lunch, including four other teenagers - Tom (19), Melanie (18), Tony (15) and Sophie (12) - children of mum’s brother and dad’s sister. None of them had seen Chris since he had gone to New York, but Tom had kept in touch with him regularly. My mum and dad and me had had a couple of holidays with Tom and his parents (mum’s brother and his wife) and we had always got on well. I don’t see Tony and his sisters very often as they live in north Northumberland. Having been told to dress smartly by mum, it was a bit galling to see that Tom and Tony were both very casually dressed in well worn blue jeans and tee shirts although the girls had made an effort to look smarter. After lunch, whilst all the adults sat and chatted over coffees, I could see that Tony was itching to jump in the pool and was quietly pestering his mum to let him go in the pool, but his mum told him to be quiet and just sit down and stop pestering them “and besides”, she said, “you’ve got no swimmers with you.” When she said that uncle Paul got up off his chair, picked Tony up, marched to the pool, and dumped him in, “He has now” he said as he grinned at Tony’s mum, his older sister. After that we all - Chris, Tom and me - jumped in the pool to general applause from everyone else. After we were all thoroughly soaked and had paused for breath after busily ducking each other and generally fooling around, we all stripped off our shirts, shoes and socks and continued to relax in the pool in just our shorts or jeans. It didn’t take long for Paul to join us and then eventually, after the parents had seen us all get wet, mum and dad looked out shorts etc for everyone else and all 17 of us ended up in the pool. It was great fun. We spent an hour or so playing silly invented games which involved everyone getting thoroughly wet time after time and then people started drifting back to garden chairs and loungers to drip dry a bit before tea. Us teenagers stayed in the pool until everyone started to leave fairly late into the evening. Tom borrowed a dry pair of swim-shorts and a tee to get home in, they only live about ten miles away. Tony, his sisters and parents stayed over-night with us before going on to stay a few nights with his other grandparents in Taunton. I think we all had a fun day and it was strange to see all the adults joining in so much, they all seemed to enjoy letting their hair down and having some fun and games as though they were kids again; dad even congratulated his brother Paul on breaking the spell by dumping Tony in the pool fully clothed. Tony told me that he had never gone for a swim or got wet in his jeans or anything other than swim-shorts or sports kit at school and that he thought it great and wanted to try it again - maybe another convert to the joy of getting a good soaking while fully clothed.
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Cannot say that I have ever noticed the trousers that McD's staff wear but sounds like a fun way of getting very messy. Party was good - see the post just made above - and it was fun getting wet in decent clothes, but I still think I prefer denim jeans and tees. Chris looked amazing in a pair of my dark blue chino-style shorts - a decent fit, not too baggy and just above the knee with turn-ups - as the dark blue was really shiny when wet (and clung nicely too) whilst the blue and white check shirt went transparent on the white bits. Even my grandparents enjoyed swimming in shorts and tees - not something I had ever thought to see. The funniest bit was when Paul chucked a fully clothed Tony in the pool, the look of shock and "what just happened ?" when he surfaced and stood up in the pool made everyone laugh.
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Like you,they will never know until they try them. Offer a trial of your jeans like Chris did for you. I used to wear Lee and Wrangler jeans until I found STF Levi 501's.
Tony joined Chris and me in my bedroom and bedded down on the floor for the night, but before we went to sleep finally we all agreed to go down to the mud pit early in the morning so that Tony could experience it before they left after lunch. I looked out some old jeans and a tee for Tony to wear in the mud as he only had one pair of jeans with him and we thought if we went really early we could get home before everyone else was up and about; he thought his mum would forbid him going if she knew about our plan, so best that she not know at all even after we had been - bear with me, there is logic there somewhere. Chris woke me up really early on Monday, at 5am, and it was bright and sunny with just a few high clouds around, so Chris and me pulled on our STFs and tees, still damp from Saturday, and Tony struggled into the rather too tight jeans that I had lent him. He tried another pair but they were so loose and long that they just swamped him and kept falling down, he is very skinny, so he eventually persevered with the tight ones and I gave him an extra long tee to help preserve his modesty. We crept out of the house twenty minutes later and headed to the mud pit. Tony could not believe how easy it was to get soaked and muddy as we splashed along the track to the woods and thoroughly enjoyed himself, quite happy to take a dive into the deepest ruts and by the time we got to the mud pit he was soaked through and quite muddy. He was the first to jump in the mud pit and after that was more than happy to be pushed or thrown in time after time as well as doing the same to us. When we stopped for a breather and were sitting on some nearby tree stumps, he told us that he was surprised at how good it felt to be mud soaked and not be worried about being told off, then he looked down at himself and stammered an apology for showing how much he was enjoying it all. Chris laughed and said not to worry as it happened to us as well and we all laughed and joked about the trials and tribulations of being teenage boys !! After a bit longer at the mud pit we headed back to the lake and splashed and swam around getting clean again, we did a thorough job this time as we didn’t want to go home still muddy. When we got out of the water we stripped off our jeans and tees in turn and wrung them out and then sat on a bench in the sun until we had stopped dripping. We got home and crept into the house and back to our room without hearing or seeing anyone, apart from the sound of my dad snoring loudly. We dumped our wet clothes in the bath and showered the final traces of any mud off us before pulling on swim shorts and tees and going down to the pool, which was where Tony’s mum found us when she got up to make a cup of tea at 7:30am. Paul and Tony’s dad joined us in the pool for a swim before breakfast and while in the pool it clouded over and started to rain really heavily, so we stayed in the pool and enjoyed swimming as it poured for twenty minutes or so. Tony and his family left after lunch and he told Chris and me that he was now hooked on getting wet and muddy so would try to do so back home.
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what were you 3 wearing on your feet in the mud
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I love your stories! I have a question - is it warm enough to swim where you are? It must be - what are your temperatures there?
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Could you provide descriptions of everyone's outfits, and the degree to which each of them enjoyed getting them wet? Assuming that some loved it and some were just going along.
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Me, a pair of blue canvas lace-up shoes; Tony, an old pair of trainers borrowed from Jamie; Jamie a pair of trainers. None of them were of any particular brand as far as I know. Tony lost one of his in the mud and had to take a deep breath and dive down head first to find it, he looked hilarious with just his legs poking up out of the mud, but he had located it with his foot so didn't have to stay under for too long. It did look funny though.
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Well, today it is about 63℉ and it was a bit cooler last weekend (obviously, as it was a Bank Holiday !) and I have no idea about the water temperature at the lake and so on. The lake was certainly not so cold that you didn't want to get wet and thought "Oh No, No No...." and it is fairly sheltered at that end of the lake so no wind-chill. The mud is surprisingly warm, but then the sun shines on it all day whenever it is out and again it is fairly sheltered. After an hour or so of being soaked I started to think about how nice a hot shower would be but am happy to stay wet much longer than that if I'm having fun and moving around a bit. We must be an hour's drive to the nearest sea, but I guess that would be quite cold still. The pool has a small heater incorporated in the pumping/filtration system that keeps the chill off the water and as it sits in the sunniest spot in the garden it is very pleasant indeed, certainly warm enough to stay in the water indefinitely.
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Now you're asking - Chris and me put our heads together and I think the following list covers everything that people wore in the pool after Paul had dumped Tony in fully clothed. None of the guests had any swimwear with them so apart from Paul, Tom, Chris and me and my parents, they had to wear borrowed kit of whatever shorts and tops that we had among us. Obviously I don't know what underwear they kept on, but the ladies all seemed to stick with what they were wearing before the swim. Me, Jamie Tan shorts, white briefs, green striped shirt, green socks, deck shoes. Dan, my dad Dark green swim shorts. Mary, my mum Blue one-piece swimsuit. Chris, cousin Dark blue shorts, black briefs, blue/white check shirt, blue socks, blue canvas shoes. Greg, Chris’s dad Khaki shorts, red tee (both loaned by my dad). Pam, Chris’s mum Pink shorts, black tee (both loaned by my mum). Paul Wrangler faded blue jeans, blue striped polo shirt; he just jumped in pool as he was. Tony, cousin Blue jeans, NEXT underwear (only saw the waistband), red tee with graphic of London skyline on front, red socks, trainers. Joan, Tony’s mum Yellow shorts, blue tee (both loaned by my mum). Bill, Tony’s dad Blue shorts (loaned by my dad). Sophie, Tony’s sister Red shorts and pink tee (her own). Mel, Tony’s sister Blue shorts and turquoise tee (her own). Tom, cousin Blue jeans, red/white/blue pattern polo shirt, CK underwear, blue socks, trainers. Dan, Tom’s dad Black football shorts (loaned by me) May, Tom’s mum. Black shorts and tee (loaned by my mum) Granny Black swimsuit (loaned by my mum) Everyone seemed to enjoy their time in the water, even granny and gramps, Paul and Tom seemed more than happy to get wet fully clothed (Tom said he had often done so with some of his mates) and none of the parents seemed too surprised at us teens getting wet fully clothed, just a bit of fun really, but none of them seemed prepared to get wet in what they were wearing when they arrived, hence the loaning of various shorts and tees. Hope this answers your question.
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Another brilliant accountof what sounds like a really fun time. Thanks for the list of what everybody wore. I thought about asking, but realised that it would take a mammoth post to list it, and be very time consuming.
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Thanks, glad you enjoyed. The list took a bit of time and Chris and me racking our brains to remember what everyone had been wearing, we did have a few pictures that dad had taken on his phone and asked mum and dad had loaned. It was a pity that the adults didn't wear their ordinary clothes in the pool as we would have seen the guys in wet chinos and jeans and normal shirts and the ladies in their skirts and dresses and tops, which would have been much more interesting. Paul, Tom and Tony looked pretty awesome in their wet jeans and everyone in dark clothing, tees and shorts, looked nicely shiny when wet. It was a bit cooler here last week after the Bank Holiday, but we did get wet a few afternoons/evening after school even though it poured with rain for short periods. We had a sudden cloudburst one afternoon as we walked home from school so as we were soaked through anyway we just jumped in the pool as soon as we got home. It was fun to get soaked on the way home, get completely soaked in the pool and then still get wetter after getting out, the rain was so heavy for a short time that it felt like standing under a shower, albeit a bit chilly !!
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I want to thank you for your great stories ! They brought back a lot of memories of when I did similar things. We swam in Levi's STF's a lot, after breaking them in, and thoroughly enjoyed it, as you are doing now. You're having good experiences and will continue to do so. Most people will not do this, and they're missing out on a lot of fun, and that's what it's all about - fun! Keep it up !!
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Glad you enjoyed, we've been having a great time getting wet and muddy; I am so glad I came to stay with Jamie as he has been a good companion as we have been enjoying getting wet and muddy. The STF jeans are great, I've bought them before in US but have never gone out to get deliberately wet and muddy only ever got as far as sitting in a warm bath etc to shrink them and then enjoyed them more as they got more and more comfy and worn. We have been having more fun this last weekend as Jamie's parents and my mum returned to Germany when my dad went back for work. They are due back tomorrow. Tom came over on Saturday and stayed overnight so we had some fun getting both wet and muddy. Jamie is in the middle of writing it all up and will be posting it soon, but school is a bit hectic at the moment with new projects etc so bear with us. Suffice to say for the moment that Tom turned up in a pair of white cotton jeans and a white shirt and left on Sunday evening with a pair of chocolate coloured trousers and shirt !! He also bought a pair of grey marl tracksuit bottoms which were very baggy and also very revealing when wet as they clung like a limpet to a rock in a strong tide.
After all the fun of the Bank Holiday weekend Chris and me were left on our own again from Tuesday afternoon after our parents all returned to Germany with Chris’s dad for a few days holiday in Munich, where he was on business. They are due back tomorrow night, Tuesday, whilst Chis’s dad stays on for a while longer. School was as busy as usual for the rest of the week, but on Friday evening we had a phone call from Tom, my cousin, to ask if he could come over for the weekend. He only lives about ten miles away and he wanted to get away from a houseful of his parent’s old friends for the weekend. We said “yes, of course” and told him to be prepared to get very wet and extremely muddy as often as possible; not that he needed telling really, it was what he was hoping for. We were woken by loud knocking on the front door with Tom following that up with a shower of gravel thrown up at the bedroom window - I looked at my watch, it was 6:12 a.m. !! I looked out the window to see Tom waving, so I went downstairs to let him in and ask what he was doing turning up so early - not very happy at all, I like my sleep - only to find no-one there. I stepped out onto the front path and looked around only to be hit by a stream of cold water as he turned the hose on me. “Wakey, wakey - its a lovely day and time to be up and about !!” Tom shouted as he continued to hose me down, I was drenched. I won’t tell you what I said in reply - it was a short sentence of four words of 4, 3, 3 and 4 letters, beginning with F,O,Y,C respectively. He eventually turned the hose off once he saw I could get no wetter. “Very funny, that’s bloody cold ………. I can’t tell you how glad I am that you arrived so early, dear cousin, you’ll tell me next that you want breakfast, I suppose …………..” I said as I pulled off my tee and wrung it out and then used it to dry off a bit. “Yeah, eggs and bacon would be good …………” he laughed and followed me indoors. Tom followed me into the kitchen and I showed him where to find eggs and bacon and told him to get on with it whilst I went to get into some dry clothes. I met Chris on the stairs, he’d dressed in his old Levi jeans and was pulling on a neon yellow tee as he walked, he still had bare feet and uncombed hair. I dried off and pulled on my old Diesel jeans and a red tee, deciding to go commando as we were undoubtedly going to get wet. I left off my trainers and went downstairs again barefoot having brushed teeth and combed my hair. Tom was busy at the hob cooking some bacon and Chris was putting stuff out on the kitchen table. I hadn’t really taken it in before, but Tom was dressed from head to toe in brilliant white; skinny fit jeans, with a red canvas belt, a short-sleeve white shirt, white socks and trainers - obviously wanting to make a statement !! Tom turned when he heard me enter and grinned widely, “Sorry about the hose, I couldn’t resist …..”. I was gracious enough to accept his apology. We sat and chatted whilst Tom finished cooking and served the eggs and bacon - it was very good - and Chris was the first to ask Tom if he thought it was entirely wise to wear all white, given the probability certainty was that he was going to get soaked and very muddy over the course of the day. Tom replied that he thought it would be fun and that he had bought the jeans and shirt cheaply off a market stall and could not wait to see what he looked like when getting muddy in them. I couldn’t wait to see either. We decided to go down to the wood as soon as we had finished breakfast. When we got to the wood, having kept as dry and clean as possible along the track, we found the mud pit was overflowing with thin liquid mud after all the rain that we had had during the week. Tom was the first to venture near the pit and we watched fascinated as he slowly stepped forward getting muddy up to his ankles on the third step and then, quite suddenly, on his fifth step he sank up to his knees and started to lose his balance, he recovered a bit and then lost it and fell sideways flailing his arms trying to keep his footing. Tom splashed down almost spread-eagled and sank from sight briefly before coming up spluttering and struggled to the side where he clambered out. I couldn’t see a spot of white on him as he stood there grinning as we fell about laughing. Tom looked awesome as he stood there in his skinny jeans and tight-fitting shirt, the shiny wet mud covered him so completely that it was hard to tell his clothes apart from the rest of him. Chris was next to jump in and I watched as Tom spread his arms and fell backwards into the mud again. I jumped in next to Chris and we spent the next hour or so splashing around, watching each other clamber out and jumping in and generally fooling around. I could have stayed all day. We splashed our way back along the track and took a quick dip in the lake to get the worst of the mud off before heading home. Tom looked amazing in his now see-through shirt and his sodden jeans clearly showed the black boxers underneath, rather spoiling the white look. When we got home, we checked the pool and took the cover off before stripping off completely and jumping in. It was nice and warm and we swam around and relaxed until we suddenly had to duck down and hide as the postman’s van pulled into the drive. As he got back in his van he called out “Nice day for a swim, lads, have fun !!” (more to follow)
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Wow. Incredible. I love the idea of buying clothes with the intention to destroy them. I hope he has kept them for another occasion. And as for getting caught by the postman, ha ha. He probably wished he could have joined you.
What are Levi's 511 Slim Fit Jeans - Rain Shower? I see them advertised, but don't see what makes them special. Are they only good for the rain, or can I also swim in them? Puzzled,
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Where I live near in USA you are regarded as a bit weird if you wear anything other than baggy board shorts (unlined) with a pair of boxer/briefs underneath, if you swim at a public pool, so I tend to do as expected but go for board shorts with a mesh brief built-in as they are more comfortable. Swimming at friends pools, where we are in and out of the water for some hours, I have worn shorter swim shorts as I find the baggy ones flap wetly around the legs. I have stayed wearing jeans and a tee after being thrown or pushed in but now I have enjoyed swimming in jeans deliberately here in UK with Jamie (and getting muddy as well) so will continue to do so when I get home.
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I think Tom intends to keep the white jeans, he just bought cheap ones as he is working for his dad at present and has no money ! We did persuade Tom to wear white underwear (we told him that going commando was not an option !) later on in the day, but I'll tell more about that later, as am just coming to the end of a study period at the moment so must go before I am caught on-line instead of studying ........... I guess the postman saw us before we saw him so knew we were there. The family know him quite well as he does gardening in his spare time and has done quite a few jobs for us over the years. I guess he's in his mid-20s and would probably have been happy to join us in other circumstances.
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Ha, Ha, - very good ! Levi do seem to have some strange names for the colour/finishes of their jeans. I guess that Rain Shower is prompted by the fact that their 511 Commuter jeans are supposed to be water repellent against light showers. I think you should wear them to swim in just to prove that they are not totally waterproof.
After the postman had gone I jumped out of the pool and quickly dragged on my wet jeans and went to hang up everyone’s clothes on the rotary dryer. I went in and got some board-shorts for all of us, pulled on my favourites, and then went back out, hung up my wet jeans and went to the pool where I threw the shorts to Tom and Chris, who pulled them on and clambered out. I had chosen my navy blue board-shorts with a single broad horizontal white stripe across (equally blue/white/blue from waist down to hem), Chris grabbed the plain dark red pair and Tom the green and white floral patterned ones. The blue and white ones look nice and shiny when wet with the red ones a close second. The floral ones go a bit transparent when wet, so no great surprise that Tom grabbed them !! Also, they fit me snugly but even more so for Tom who is a bit bigger than me and Chris, both taller by a couple of inches and he’s started going to the gym since leaving college, so looks quite impressively toned. We all went indoors to get a coffee and something to eat and sat in the garden discussing what to do next, as it was still not much beyond 9am. Chris was all for getting fully dressed again in some jeans or other gear and spending the morning in the nice warm pool soaking up the sun whilst it was still out. Tom wanted to go back to the mud pit and get covered in mud again as he said it had been such a great experience and we could see as he spoke how much he was looking forward to it. I suggested that we call a few of my mates and go to the park for a kick around before going to the mud pit a bit later when there would be fewer people around. We settled on having a soak in the pool in the sun whilst it was still sunny, have some lunch and then go to the park for a kick-around before getting muddy again after that. Chris and me pulled on our STF jeans and a tee shirt, a black one for Chris and dark green for me. Tom came out in grey marl track bottoms and a dark blue soccer shirt. Tom did a running dive into the pool and clambered out immediately to see what he looked like - his grey bottoms had turned a much darker shade and the soft fabric clung tightly, his blue shirt was shiny with water and showed off his muscles. He grinned widely and said his clothes felt great, before jumping back in the pool. Chris and me jumped in and we all splashed around a bit before Tom suggested that we ought to top up the pool after splashing so much water around, so I went and got the hose and we left it slowly filling after I had had to fight off Chris who decided to have a bit of a wrestling match to grab the hose. I’ve never been in prolonged close “combat” with someone else whilst in wet clothes and it was fun feeling the wet fabrics being pulled around and rasping against skin. The wrestling match finished when Chris managed to swing me off my feet and over the edge of the pool in which I landed (face first - ouch) with a huge splash - I surrendered ! We lazed in the pool until I got restless and went in to get some lunch. I dumped my wet jeans and tee at the backdoor and pulled on my board-shorts again whilst I got lunch ready. I sent some texts to mates about having a kick-around down at the park and got a few replies “yes” almost immediately, so we agreed to meet in the park at about 3pm, two and a half hours time. We had lunch and then played some computer games as our clothes drip-dried enough to go down to the park without looking as though we were soaked to the skin. Not sure why we bothered, to be honest. We met up with five of my mates and had a good kick-around. Tom set a rule at the start that whoever kicked the ball into the lake had to go in and get it - already wet or not. The other guys laughed and thought Tom was not being serious but Chris and me knew better. They were all dressed in jeans, tees or soccer shirts, and trainers so we looked forward to seeing how long it took for one of them to have to get a stray ball. After twenty minutes and only Tom having to go in - which he did in style by taking a running dive - Chris turned to me and offered a bet of £5 that no-one except me, Tom or himself would be careless enough to mis-kick a ball and suffer the consequences, all based on the rather uninspiring way the others were playing. He was wrong in actual fact as Tom kicked a high ball to one of his team-mates, Dave, and it bounced high as he tried to bring it to ground in control and it flicked off sideways and landed about ten feet from the bank. Dave protested that he hadn’t kicked the ball, but Tom was adamant, as was everyone else, that the ball had contacted Dave whether he intended it or not. Dave reluctantly capitulated and wlked slowly to the bank as he pulled off his tee and then removed his trainers. He gingerly stepped into the water and edged his way out, slowly getting up to his knees in the water. He was almost within arm’s reach of the ball when it was blown a bit further away by a slight breeze, Dave took another step forward and lost his footing as the bank shelved away from him and suddenly he was flailing around in the water and then swimming out to grab the ball before swimming and then wading back. He was not happy. A few choice swear words were said about “f*!*ing stupid rules” and “which b*!t?*d decided to play near the lake anyway ?”. Eventually he saw the funny side and we continued to play with Dave trying very hard to do what Tom had done to him, By the time we had finished playing and were all ready to take a breather, Tom, Dave (twice), Chris (twice) and Ian had got a soaking in the lake. We had all been lying on the grass in the sun for a while when Chris and Dave suddenly got up and grabbed me, carried me to the lake and dropped me in, after that there was a general free for all and everyone ended up in the lake. We were all laughing so much that we didn’t really care that were were all thoroughly soaked. When we finally got out of the water four of the guys said they were going to head home and get dry and Dave asked what we were going to do next as he was having fun. Chris told Dave about the mud-pit and he said he’d like to try that out, and could he come along. The four of us splashed along the track to the clearing and watched as Tom jumped straight in followed by Chris. I urged a hesitant Dave on, suggesting how could he not go in having come this far, and he jumped in with a great yell. We spent half an hour or so jumping in and climbing out as the others tried to pull us back and Dave joined in as though he’d done it many times before, although he said he had never before got completely wet or muddy when fully clothed. We had some fun comparing how we all looked covered in mud. Eventually we headed back to the lake to clean up and then Dave came back home with us where we hosed each other down and then jumped in the pool again in our board-shorts as our clothes were hung up. I put Dave’s stuff in the washing machine for a quick wash and dry and lent him a pair of my soccer shorts for the pool. (Details of Sunday to follow)
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Awesome.That is one of the best stories so far.
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Sorry again. Just re read the story. See everyone was in jeans + tees,apart I guess from Tom, who hopefully had his trackies back on.
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Yes, you are right. Everyone wore jeans and tees or soccer shirts apart from Tom who wore his grey trackies. Most of the guys I play soccer with at at school with me but there are a couple who are just near neighbours who I met at primary school. Everyone seems to have a pair of old jeans they wear for kicking a ball around in the park; if any of us feel really keen we wear soccer shorts, mostly the self-striped polyester ones that we have to have for school but I find they cling too much, particularly when wet or muddy, to be comfortable, to say nothing about being too revealing. At school of course we have no choice and have to put up with all the drawbacks. Home early today as the fire alarm went off and after we had all trooped outside in the rain and no fire was found, we resumed classes only for it to go off again twice within twenty minutes, the second time they could not switch it off, so we were all sent home as it is raining heavily and no teachers wanted to organise any outside activities and get wet themselves. So Chris and me are deciding what to do for the rest of the day as all our books etc are still in our class-room so can't do much work.
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You lucky b......s. Don't, forget to slip a fiver to whoever sabotaged the fire alarm.
Sunday dawned bright and sunny outside but rather wet inside as Tom decided to wake Chris and me with a bucket of water poured over us as we slept. After we had bundled him into the shower and held him there as we turned it full on, cold, we got dressed in jeans and tees. Tom in his white jeans (not quite as white as before), boxer-briefs, shirt and socks. Chris in his STF jeans, black boxers, a black tee, grey socks and canvas shoes. I wore my STF jeans, black boxer-briefs, blue tee and socks and trainers. During breakfast Tom argued his case for going straight to the mud pit and having a good wallow and then a swim in the lake. Chris was all for enjoying the pool while it was still warm and sunny outside. I sided with Tom and suggested that we take a change of clothes as well to try the mud out on a few other outfits. Chris was persuaded by that and we gathered some stuff together in a bin bag before setting off. I dropped in a pair of tan cargoes, a thick lumberjack style red and blue check shirt, my favourite blue and white board-shorts and a pair of navy school sport shorts and a yellow singlet. The sports shorts are a mix of polyester and elastane and stretch a lot in all directions, we are required to wear them and the singlet for gym classes; they are quite a snug fit and we are expected not to wear anything under them, certainly not our normal underwear as gym includes cross country running which goes across and along a small stream so we often get soaked if the water is high. Tom dropped in the board-shorts of mine that he had been wearing, the blue jeans he had bought along and a couple of tees. Chris included his black jeans, a green polo shirt, a red tee and the dark red board-shorts of mine that he had been wearing. We made our way through the park but saw no-one else there, apart from a few distant dog walkers, as it was still only 8am. We kept as dry as we could walking along the track as we all wanted to feel what the mud felt like when we were in dry clothes. When we got to the mud pit we found that it had been joined by another muddy area nearby. It was not a mud pit but a 10ft by 10ft area of ankle deep mud with, off the far side, a long slide down a gentle slope ending in a deep puddle of sloppy mud and water. Chris decided to try it out first and went down it on his backside, splashing into the puddle at the end. When he stood up he was covered in mud on the back of his legs and the front up to his knees and up between his legs and well splattered across his chest. Tom went down it next as Chris trotted back, but decided to do it on his front head first. He splashed into the puddle at the end with a huge splash and was almost completely covered from head to to, with just a few white patches showing through. It was very obvious that he was enjoying himself as the liquid mud highlighted every muscle on his toned body. When I said I would do the slide later, Chris rugby tackled me into the ankle deep mud area and we wrestled each other for a while until Tom joined in and we ended up lying in a heap on top of each other in a tangle of legs and arms. I wasn’t completely covered, but it was not far off, I could feel sloppy mud trickling down my neck, my hair was plastered to my head in a matted mess, and I had to clear the mud out of my ears before I could hear what the others were saying. We untangled ourselves and Tom made us laugh by lying on his back making mud angels. Chris went over to the mud pit and made a great display of diving in head first, crossing the pit under the surface and popping up on the far side where he leaned back supported on his elbows with the mud up to his chest. He shook his head from side to side to dislodge the mud that was running down his face and gave us a thumbs up. I bombed in to the centre of the pit with as big a splash as I could and then joined Chris as we watched Tom stand on the edge wondering how to make a spectacular splash down. As I looked at him I though that Dave’s comment about Tom looking pleased with himself had been quite correct - he was an impressive sight with his clothes plastered to his body and mud dripping off him as he stood there. He decided to just fall forward into the mud in the end, arms spread wide, a belly flop really but without a run up. W sat in the mud for a while just relaxing and enjoying the warm sunshine. After a while I climbed out and went down to the track to find a watery furrow to get some of the mud off me before changing into my tan cargoes and lumberjack-style shirt.I managed to get fairly clean and struggled to pull off my clinging wet jeans and tee, almost falling over whilst trying to stand on one leg, which made the others laugh aloud. The cargoes and heavy shirt felt great when I stepped slowly into the pit, savouring the feel of the mud soaking through as my clothes got heavier and heavier with each step down. It felt really great when I was finally fully submerged and I had to take a few moments to attend to matters that had arisen. Eventually Chris and Tom both changed into their other clothes (Chris into his black jeans and green polo, and Tom into his blue jeans and an orange tee) and we fooled around a bit throwing each other and ourselves in the mud and down the mud slide. It was great fun. We must have spent nearly two hours in the pit, going down the mud slide and wrestling each other in the ankle deep mud. We carried out other muddy clothes with us back to the lake, keeping the board-shorts and a tee each for a swim and the walk home, where we dived in the cool water and splashed around until we were quite clean. We used the bin bag as a wrap as we got into our board-shorts and tees in turn as there were quite a few people around by the lake. We got a few funny looks and one guy who produced his mobile and asked us to pose in our wet clothes, saying it looked like fun and wished he could join us. He was about thirty and had a baby boy on reins tottering along with him, who thought the “wet wet” was very funny. Two teenage girls walked by and called out “Nice body, mate” as they giggled and looked at us, Tom, being Tom, bowed and called “thank you” to which the other replied “Not you, the one in black jeans” pointing at Chris. That made me laugh and Chris blushed deep red. We swam around a bit in our board-shorts and tees and Chris even swam out to a small island in the middle of the lake, but reported that it was just a rubbish dump of cans and plastic bags and not worth the effort. We sat on the grass for a bit to dry offend then went home, got some lunch and spent the afternoon in the pool and lazing in the sun. Tom left late afternoon as he was expected home for supper with his parents and their friends, his penalty for missing the rest of the weekend with them. This is the last post about the second weekend of wet fun that we have enjoyed, its back to school tomorrow and my mum and dad and Chris’ mum are due back on Tuesday so I expect it will just be swims after school for the coming week, although I’m sure some of them will be in jeans and tees as the parents don’t seem to have a problem with that. Thanks for reading and all the comments and questions.
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Commuter Jeans? Or are they computer jeans... they have windows in them... lol :)
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thanks for the stories!
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We did thanks. I think Tom and me will be keeping in touch more closely than before now we know how much each other enjoys this kind of thing. I have got my provisional driving licence now and after I take my test, and hopefully pass, I shall be able to meet up with him more easily as dad is getting a new car and passing his current one on to mum and she has said they will keep her's for me to use, which is very generous.
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You should try layering up a bit. wear two pairs of trousers and a jumper over the teeshirts. It's great fun.
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Brilliant story again,as always. One thing though,what did you do in the gym shorts and vest. I was waiting the whole story to find out, so please tell.
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Yes I did get to wear my gym shorts and singlet, but hadn’t mentioned it as it got more than a bit embarrassing. After I’d got muddy in my cargoes and lumberjack shirt I went and cleaned up a bit down in a watery rut on the track and then changed into the shorts and singlet. Chris and Tom were still messing around in the ankle deep mud area and it was quite a sight seeing them grappling each other and falling around in the mud. I stood around and watched them for a bit until they paused and Chris nudged Tom and pointed at me saying “Looks like Jamie has a thing about mud wrestling. Time he joined in, I think.” and with that they grabbed me and rolled me around in the mud until eventually I found myself lying face down in the mud with them both rubbing more of the muck all over me. That was exciting and even more so when they rolled me over and did the same to my front. I was so embarrassed but they just laughed and then carried me to the mud pit and dropped me in before jumping in themselves where Tom finished off the job. Chris couldn’t see exactly what was going on, and was busy himself anyway, but he obviously knew judging by the grin on his face as he watched Tom and me. That was it really, a first for me but not, I guess, for Tom. Regards the shorts at school, I think the rule was introduced when it was an all boys school and such awkward moments wouldn’t have mattered so much. Also I guess it was to stop boys wearing their normal underwear and getting it wet and then spending the rest of the day in wet or damp clothes. The shorts are stretchy and a snug fit, not as tight as compression shorts, but snug enough not too allow any significant gaping around the legs, and they cling like hell, wet or dry. Now we have girls in the fifth and sixth forms, and they are expected to wear sports bras for gym, it seems odd that us boys aren’t supposed to wear any support. Some guys do wear speedos but there is always a giveaway “visible panty line” as one of my mates calls it, so most of us just put up with the odd unexpected occurrence and hope it goes away quickly !! I only really meant that this post was №. 3 and the last about that weekend. So, no stopping yet. Things are changing regards Chris and his family as his dad has been given a big promotion and is to be based back in Munich at their HQ; seems his meetings and time in Germany have been the decider on whether he was offered it, so they are thinking hard about the future. Uncle Greg wants to have his home in the UK so that Chris can continue at my school if they will agree to take him on (“Good luck with that, Greg boy” as my dad joked) and have started looking around here for a house. His company are happy for him to commute weekly as they have a company jet he can use for that.
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Glad you enjoy Jamie's writing, he does them well, I think, better than I could anyway. It would be fun to try layers, might do so in the pool over the weekend. I suppose that layers stay wet for longer as well as feeling heavier when sodden (I like that word) we've tried staying in wet clothes all day and going to bed in wet clothes, which was good but became chilly unless you kept the the duvet wrapped around you, so I guess we are willing to try anything. Dad is back from Germany tonight and looking at property over the weekend with mum so I want to go with them. There is a place just a ten minute walk from Jamie's which looks good and it has a couple of acres of grounds with a pool and tennis court, so that would be fantastic.
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Ha Ha ! I don't think any of my compadres at school would have the technical expertise to have sabotaged the alarm system ..... or indeed the imagination to think of doing it in the first place !!! I usually wear speedos under the football shorts, they do cling but at least speedos limit the danmage even when they get wet and muddy, at least they don't go transparent like cotton shorts do. I've worn them under a tracksuit but had never thought of wearing then under other clothing when getting muddy, I might try it next time we go to the mud pit.
Today after an early morning swim with Jamie, both in our old jeans and tees still dampt from last night, I got ready in my STF jeans and a smarter shirt to go and look at a couple of houses that the local estate agent had sorted out. One was on the other side of the village from Jamie's and on a busy road as it turned out, so that was rejected pretty quickly. The second was much nicer with an acre of garden and large open-plan living rooms and a bathroom for each of the three bedrooms. Dad asked if there was anything a bit bigger maybe with more grounds, and the agent thought a bit and said there was one he knew about but his company were not now handling the sale as the owners appeared to have taken it off sale, although he had heard different. He said he make a couple of phone calls and get back to us in the afternoon. When we got back to Jamie's I went and changed again into my already wet clothes and we jumped back in the pool where Jamie's dad joined us as a break from grass cutting. We splashed around and uncle Dan seemed to have fun in his old jeans and tee. Dad got a call from the estate agent and it seems that there is a house just half a mile up the road from Jamie's. It needs a lot of work but is bigv, although the agent was not sure exactly how big. It was agreed that the owners land agent would meet us at the entrance at 3pm to show us around. Dad asked about the price and was told it was "negotiable" and he thought any offer might be looked at favourably as to his knowledge the place had been empty and more or less on sale for the last ten years at least !! Dad asked uncle Dan if he knew about the place, to which he replied "No, as far as I know the road only goes to the farm at the end of the lane about 3 miles away. Janie said there was an overgrown gateway in the wood along the lane but he didn't know if there was a house there. So, we had lunch and then we got ready to go along and meet this land agent. Jamie and his dad expressed and interesting coming along so we all went. The agent, a tall gent in a tweed suit and an upper-class drawl, arrived just as we got to the gateway that Jamie had mentioned. He introduced himself and unlocked unlocked a huge rusty padlock before pushing the gate open. The overgrown driveway led through a wide belt of tree and down a slight slope towards a huge gothic brick-build mansion with a sweeping driveway, all overgrown, that circled a circular pond full of weeds and rushes. Dad looked at the agent "This looks expensive, even in this state." The agent smiled and replied "My client is keen to divest themselves of the house and its twenty acres of grounds, so I am sure you will find the price very acceptable, but lets have a look first and we can talk prices after you have seen what's on offer." The house was full of dust, bits of broken furniture and some rubbish. The hallway was very grand, even under all the dust, the windows were stained glass in many cases and as we walked around the ground-floor I could see that dad was getting more and more interested - he loves a project - but it was huge, I lost count of the number of rooms after fifteen, and then we came to the pantries and "domestic offices" as the agent called them. On the first floor we counted ten large bedrooms but only three bathrooms. In the attic rooms there were lots and lots of small rooms "originally for the house-maids and footmen" according to the agent. When we got outside there were six stables that had been converted to garages and numerous outbuildings around a cobbled courtyard. Dad was in seventh heaven, mum looked rather dubious. Jamie and uncle Dan seemed in bit of a daze. When dad finally asked about the price the agent said his employer's had originally wanted £1.2million but with the property crash had dropped the price eventually to £400,000 but had still had no interest. "How much ?" asked dad in a surprised voice. "Well I'm sure they would accept £300,000 at this stage of the game, bearing in mind all the work that needs doing." "Really ?" asked dad again still sounding surprised. "Well, I'd be happy to recommend £250,000 if the sale went through very quickly: I understand that this is a cash purchase as you have no chain." "We are moving back from New York so my employer is financing the purchase, so you could have the money as soon as the solicitors complete their stuff, if we were to go ahead." "That sounds ideal - would it help if I left you with the keys so that you can get a builder to look and have a wander around at your leisure? Just let me have them back during the week, here's my card." We thanked him and dad told him where to find us at Jamie's and gave him his own car. He looked very surprised when he read the card but tried to hide it. "Well, having seen your card, I'm sure your company won't have any trouble raising the cash for this purchase, must be just small change for them' he laughed. When he'd gone, uncle Dan laughed and said that dad had obviously got hidden talents getting the price down that low. Dad grinned and said that playing surprised always seem to work. We went for a wander to see what the grounds looked like and found a swimming pool in a hidden walled garden, it had no water in but looked huge, and we also found an overgrown terrace with lovely views across open fields with sheep grazing. When we got back to Jamie's we all jumped in the pool as we were having got so dusty and dirty in the house. Dad and uncle Dan chatted and plotted whilst Jamie and me splashed around and had a bit of a water fight until our mum's joined everyone and were told about the house. (more to follow)
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It seems that it will be our home sometime, not sure how soon, and the suggestion is that Jamie and his family share the place with us eventually along with grandparents - it is certainly big enough. Uncle Dan and Aunt Mary seem keen and Jamie is delighted. With my dad working in Germany it would be good to have other people around and the place is suitable for splitting into several individual parts with more room than any of us have in our separate houses at present. In the meantime we get to stay at Jamie's. Mum is meeting the head at school on Wednesday to find out if I could stay there permanently; I am enjoying being back at a school now so look forward to that. You must persist with your swimming in jeans and maybe your cousins will eventually join in if they see how much you enjoy it. Jamie has been trying to post more details of our visit to the house on our own on Sunday but keeps being told that "You can't do that here" and blocking the post although his language is no different to previous posts; so more may follow or not ....
After all the fun of the Bank Holiday weekend Chris and me were left on our own again from Tuesday afternoon after our parents all returned to Germany with Chris’s dad for a few days holiday in Munich, where he was on business. They are due back tomorrow night, Tuesday, whilst Chis’s dad stays on for a while longer. School was as busy as usual for the rest of the week, but on Friday evening we had a phone call from Tom, my cousin, to ask if he could come over for the weekend. He only lives about ten miles away and he wanted to get away from a houseful of his parent’s old friends for the weekend. We said “yes, of course” and told him to be prepared to get very wet and extremely muddy as often as possible; not that he needed telling really, it was what he was hoping for. We were woken by loud knocking on the front door with Tom following that up with a shower of gravel thrown up at the bedroom window - I looked at my watch, it was 6:12 a.m. !! I looked out the window to see Tom waving, so I went downstairs to let him in and ask what he was doing turning up so early - not very happy at all, I like my sleep - only to find no-one there. I stepped out onto the front path and looked around only to be hit by a stream of cold water as he turned the hose on me. “Wakey, wakey - its a lovely day and time to be up and about !!” Tom shouted as he continued to hose me down, I was drenched. I won’t tell you what I said in reply - it was a short sentence of four words of 4, 3, 3 and 4 letters, beginning with F,O,Y,C respectively. He eventually turned the hose off once he saw I could get no wetter. “Very funny, that’s bloody cold ………. I can’t tell you how glad I am that you arrived so early, dear cousin, you’ll tell me next that you want breakfast, I suppose …………..” I said as I pulled off my tee and wrung it out and then used it to dry off a bit. “Yeah, eggs and bacon would be good …………” he laughed and followed me indoors. Tom followed me into the kitchen and I showed him where to find eggs and bacon and told him to get on with it whilst I went to get into some dry clothes. I met Chris on the stairs, he’d dressed in his old Levi jeans and was pulling on a neon yellow tee as he walked, he still had bare feet and uncombed hair. I dried off and pulled on my old Diesel jeans and a red tee, deciding to go commando as we were undoubtedly going to get wet. I left off my trainers and went downstairs again barefoot having brushed teeth and combed my hair. Tom was busy at the hob cooking some bacon and Chris was putting stuff out on the kitchen table. I hadn’t really taken it in before, but Tom was dressed from head to toe in brilliant white; skinny fit jeans, with a red canvas belt, a short-sleeve white shirt, white socks and trainers - obviously wanting to make a statement !! Tom turned when he heard me enter and grinned widely, “Sorry about the hose, I couldn’t resist …..”. I was gracious enough to accept his apology. We sat and chatted whilst Tom finished cooking and served the eggs and bacon - it was very good - and Chris was the first to ask Tom if he thought it was entirely wise to wear all white, given the probability certainty was that he was going to get soaked and very muddy over the course of the day. Tom replied that he thought it would be fun and that he had bought the jeans and shirt cheaply off a market stall and could not wait to see what he looked like when getting muddy in them. I couldn’t wait to see either. We decided to go down to the wood as soon as we had finished breakfast. When we got to the wood, having kept as dry and clean as possible along the track, we found the mud pit was overflowing with thin liquid mud after all the rain that we had had during the week. Tom was the first to venture near the pit and we watched fascinated as he slowly stepped forward getting muddy up to his ankles on the third step and then, quite suddenly, on his fifth step he sank up to his knees and started to lose his balance, he recovered a bit and then lost it and fell sideways flailing his arms trying to keep his footing. Tom splashed down almost spread-eagled and sank from sight briefly before coming up spluttering and struggled to the side where he clambered out. I couldn’t see a spot of white on him as he stood there grinning as we fell about laughing. Tom looked awesome as he stood there in his skinny jeans and tight-fitting shirt, the shiny wet mud covered him so completely that it was hard to tell his clothes apart from the rest of him. Chris was next to jump in and I watched as Tom spread his arms and fell backwards into the mud again. I jumped in next to Chris and we spent the next hour or so splashing around, jumping in and generally fooling around. I could have stayed all day. We splashed our way back along the track and took a quick dip in the lake to get the worst of the mud off before heading home. Tom looked amazing in his now see-through shirt and his sodden jeans clearly showed the black boxers underneath, rather spoiling the white look. When we got home, we checked the pool and took the cover off before stripping off completely and jumping in. It was nice and warm and we swam around and relaxed until we suddenly had to duck down and hide as the postman’s van pulled into the drive. As he got back in his van he called out “Nice day for a swim, lads, have fun !!” (more to follow) After the postman had gone I jumped out of the pool and quickly dragged on my wet jeans and went to hang up everyone’s clothes on the rotary dryer. I went in and got some board-shorts for all of us, pulled on my favourites, and then went back out, hung up my wet jeans and went to the pool where I threw the shorts to Tom and Chris, who pulled them on and clambered out. I had chosen my navy blue board-shorts with a single broad horizontal white stripe across (equally blue/white/blue from waist down to hem), Chris grabbed the plain dark red pair and Tom the green and white floral patterned ones. The blue and white ones look nice and shiny when wet with the red ones a close second. The floral ones go a bit transparent when wet, so no great surprise that Tom grabbed them !! Also, they fit me snugly but even more so for Tom who is a bit bigger than me and Chris, both taller by a couple of inches and he’s started going to the gym since leaving college, so looks quite impressively toned. We all went indoors to get a coffee and something to eat and sat in the garden discussing what to do next, as it was still not much beyond 9am. Chris was all for getting fully dressed again in some jeans or other gear and spending the morning in the nice warm pool soaking up the sun whilst it was still out. Tom wanted to go back to the mud pit and get covered in mud again as he said it had been such a great experience and we could see as he spoke how much he was looking forward to it. I suggested that we call a few of my mates and go to the park for a kick around before going to the mud pit a bit later when there would be fewer people around. We settled on having a soak in the pool in the sun whilst it was still sunny, have some lunch and then go to the park for a kick-around before getting muddy again after that. Chris and me pulled on our STF jeans and a tee shirt, a black one for Chris and dark green for me. Tom came out in grey marl track bottoms and a dark blue soccer shirt. Tom did a running dive into the pool and clambered out immediately to see what he looked like - his grey bottoms had turned a much darker shade and the soft fabric clung tightly, his blue shirt was shiny with water and showed off his muscles. He grinned widely and said his clothes felt great, before jumping back in the pool. Chris and me jumped in and we all splashed around a bit before Tom suggested that we ought to top up the pool after splashing so much water around, so I went and got the hose and we left it slowly filling after I had had to fight off Chris who decided to have a bit of a wrestling match to grab the hose. I’ve never been in prolonged close “combat” with someone else whilst in wet clothes and it was fun feeling the wet fabrics being pulled around and rasping against skin. The wrestling match finished when Chris managed to swing me off my feet and over the edge of the pool in which I landed (face first - ouch) with a huge splash - I surrendered ! We lazed in the pool until I got restless and went in to get some lunch. I dumped my wet jeans and tee at the backdoor and pulled on my board-shorts again whilst I got lunch ready. I sent some texts to mates about having a kick-around down at the park and got a few replies “yes” almost immediately, so we agreed to meet in the park at about 3pm, two and a half hours time. We had lunch and then played some computer games as our clothes drip-dried enough to go down to the park without looking as though we were soaked to the skin. Not sure why we bothered, to be honest. We met up with five of my mates and had a good kick-around. Tom set a rule at the start that whoever kicked the ball into the lake had to go in and get it - already wet or not. The other guys laughed and thought Tom was not being serious but Chris and me knew better. They were all dressed in jeans, tees or soccer shirts, and trainers so we looked forward to seeing how long it took for one of them to have to get a stray ball. After twenty minutes and only Tom having to go in - which he did in style by taking a running dive - Chris turned to me and offered a bet of £5 that no-one except me, Tom or himself would be careless enough to mis-kick a ball and suffer the consequences, all based on the rather uninspiring way the others were playing. He was wrong in actual fact as Tom kicked a high ball to one of his team-mates, Dave, and it bounced high as he tried to bring it to ground in control and it flicked off sideways and landed about ten feet from the bank. Dave protested that he hadn’t kicked the ball, but Tom was adamant, as was everyone else, that the ball had contacted Dave whether he intended it or not. Dave reluctantly capitulated and wlked slowly to the bank as he pulled off his tee and then removed his trainers. He gingerly stepped into the water and edged his way out, slowly getting up to his knees in the water. He was almost within arm’s reach of the ball when it was blown a bit further away by a slight breeze, Dave took another step forward and lost his footing as the bank shelved away from him and suddenly he was flailing around in the water and then swimming out to grab the ball before swimming and then wading back. He was not happy. A few choice swear words were said about “f*!*ing stupid rules” and “which b*!t?*d decided to play near the lake anyway ?”. Eventually he saw the funny side and we continued to play with Dave trying very hard to do what Tom had done to him, By the time we had finished playing and were all ready to take a breather, Tom, Dave (twice), Chris (twice) and Ian had got a soaking in the lake. We had all been lying on the grass in the sun for a while when Chris and Dave suddenly got up and grabbed me, carried me to the lake and dropped me in, after that there was a general free for all and everyone ended up in the lake. We were all laughing so much that we didn’t really care that were were all thoroughly soaked. When we finally got out of the water four of the guys said they were going to head home and get dry and Dave asked what we were going to do next as he was having fun. Chris told Dave about the mud-pit and he said he’d like to try that out, and could he come along. The four of us splashed along the track to the clearing and watched as Tom jumped straight in followed by Chris. I urged a hesitant Dave on, suggesting how could he not go in having come this far, and he jumped in with a great yell. We spent half an hour or so jumping in and climbing out as the others tried to pull us back and Dave joined in as though he’d done it many times before, although he said he had never before got completely wet or muddy when fully clothed. We had some fun comparing how we all looked covered in mud. Eventually we headed back to the lake to clean up and then Dave came back home with us where we hosed each other down and then jumped in the pool again in our board-shorts as our clothes were hung up. I put Dave’s stuff in the washing machine for a quick quash and dry and lent him a pair of my soccer shorts for the pool. (Details of Sunday to follow) Sunday dawned bright and sunny outside but rather wet inside as Tom decided to wake Chris and me with a bucket of water poured over us as we slept. After we had bundled him into the shower and held him there as we turned it full on, cold, we got dressed in jeans and tees. Tom in his white jeans (not quite as white as before), boxer-briefs, shirt and socks. Chris in his STF jeans, black boxers, a black tee, grey socks and canvas shoes. I wore my STF jeans, black boxer-briefs, blue tee and socks and trainers. During breakfast Tom argued his case for going straight to the mud pit and having a good wallow and then a swim in the lake. Chris was all for enjoying the pool while it was still warm and sunny outside. I sided with Tom and suggested that we take a change of clothes as well to try the mud out on a few other outfits. Chris was persuaded by that and we gathered some stuff together in a bin bag before setting off. I dropped in a pair of tan cargoes, a thick lumberjack style red and blue check shirt, my favourite blue and white board-shorts and a pair of navy school sport shorts and a yellow singlet. The sports shorts are a mix of polyester and elastane and stretch a lot in all directions, we are required to wear them and the singlet for gym classes; they are quite a snug fit and we are expected not to wear anything under them, certainly not our normal underwear as gym includes cross country running which goes across and along a small stream so we often get soaked if the water is high. Tom dropped in the board-shorts of mine that he had been wearing, the blue jeans he had bought along and a couple of tees. Chris included his black jeans, a green polo shirt, a red tee and the dark red board-shorts of mine that he had been wearing. We made our way through the park but saw no-one else there, apart from a few distant dog walkers, as it was still only 8am. We kept as dry as we could walking along the track as we all wanted to feel what the mud felt like when we were in dry clothes. When we got to the mud pit we found that it had been joined by another muddy area nearby. It was not a mud pit but a 10ft by 10ft area of ankle deep mud with, off the far side, a long slide down a gentle slope ending in a deep puddle of sloppy mud and water. Chris decided to try it out first and went down it on his backside, splashing into the puddle at the end. When he stood up he was covered in mud on the back of his legs and the front up to his knees and up between his legs and well splattered across his chest. Tom went down it next as Chris trotted back, but decided to do it on his front head first. He splashed into the puddle at the end with a huge splash and was almost completely covered from head to to, with just a few white patches showing through. It was very obvious that he was enjoying himself as the liquid mud highlighted every muscle on his toned body. When I said I would do the slide later, Chris rugby tackled me into the ankle deep mud area and we wrestled each other for a while until Tom joined in and we ended up lying in a heap on top of each other in a tangle of legs and arms. I wasn’t completely covered, but it was not far off, I could feel sloppy mud trickling down my neck, my hair was plastered to my head in a matted mess, and I had to clear the mud out of my ears before I could hear what the others were saying. We untangled ourselves and Tom made us laugh by lying on his back making mud angels. Chris went over to the mud pit and made a great display of diving in head first, crossing the pit under the surface and popping up on the far side where he leaned back supported on his elbows with the mud up to his chest. He shook his head from side to side to dislodge the mud that was running down his face and gave us a thumbs up. I bombed in to the centre of the pit with as big a splash as I could and then joined Chris as we watched Tom stand on the edge wondering how to make a spectacular splash down. As I looked at him I though that Dave’s comment about Tom looking pleased with himself had been quite correct - he was an impressive sight with his clothes plastered to his body and mud dripping off him as he stood there. He decided to just fall forward into the mud in the end, arms spread wide, a belly flop really but without a run up. W sat in the mud for a while just relaxing and enjoying the warm sunshine. After a while I climbed out and went down to the track to find a watery furrow to get some of the mud off me before changing into my tan cargoes and lumberjack-style shirt.I managed to get fairly clean and struggled to pull off my clinging wet jeans and tee, almost falling over whilst trying to stand on one leg, which made the others laugh aloud. The cargoes and heavy shirt felt great when I stepped slowly into the pit, savouring the feel of the mud soaking through as my clothes got heavier and heavier with each step down. It felt really great when I was finally fully submerged and I had to take a few moments to attend to matters that had arisen. Eventually Chris and Tom both changed into their other clothes (Chris into his black jeans and green polo, and Tom into his blue jeans and an orange tee) and we fooled around a bit throwing each other and ourselves in the mud and down the mud slide. It was great fun. We must have spent nearly two hours in the pit, going down the mud slide and wrestling each other in the ankle deep mud. We carried out other muddy clothes with us back to the lake, keeping the board-shorts and a tee each for a swim and the walk home, where we dived in the cool water and splashed around until we were quite clean. We used the bin bag as a wrap as we got into our board-shorts and tees in turn as there were quite a few people around by the lake. We got a few funny looks and one guy who produced his mobile and asked us to pose in our wet clothes, saying it looked like fun and wished he could join us. He was about thirty and had a baby boy on reins tottering along with him, who thought the “wet wet” was very funny. Two teenage girls walked by and called out “Nice body, mate” as they giggled and looked at us, Tom, being Tom, bowed and called “thank you” to which the other replied “Not you, the one in black jeans” pointing at Chris. That made me laugh and Chris blushed deep red. We swam around a bit in our board-shorts and tees and Chris even swam out to a small island in the middle of the lake, but reported that it was just a rubbish dump of cans and plastic bags and not worth the effort. We sat on the grass for a bit to dry offend then went home, got some lunch and spent the afternoon in the pool and lazing in the sun. Tom left late afternoon as he was expected home for supper with his parents and their friends, his penalty for missing the rest of the weekend with them. This is the last post about the second weekend of wet fun that we have enjoyed, its back to school tomorrow and my mum and dad and Chris’ mum are due back on Tuesday so I expect it will just be swims after school for the coming week, although I’m sure some of them will be in jeans and tees as the parents don’t seem to have a problem with that. Thanks for reading and all the comments and questions. Yes I did get to wear my gym shorts and singlet, but hadn’t mentioned it as it got more than a bit embarrassing. After I’d got muddy in my cargoes and lumberjack shirt I went and cleaned up a bit down in a watery rut on the track and then changed into the shorts and singlet. Chris and Tom were still messing around in the ankle deep mud area and it was quite a sight seeing them grappling each other and falling around in the mud. I stood around and watched them for a bit until they paused and Chris nudged Tom and pointed at me saying “Looks like Jamie has a thing about mud wrestling. Time he joined in, I think.” and with that they grabbed me and rolled me around in the mud until eventually I found myself lying face down in the mud with them both rubbing more of the muck all over me. That was exciting and even more so when they rolled me over and did the same to my front. I was so embarrassed but they just laughed and then carried me to the mud pit and dropped me in before jumping in themselves where Tom finished off the job. Chris couldn’t see exactly what was going on, and was busy himself anyway, but he obviously knew judging by the grin on his face as he watched Tom and me. That was it really, a first for me but not, I guess, for Tom. Regards the shorts at school, I think the rule was introduced when it was an all boys school and such awkward moments wouldn’t have mattered so much. Also I guess it was to stop boys wearing their normal underwear and getting it wet and then spending the rest of the day in wet or damp clothes. The shorts are stretchy and a snug fit, not as tight as compression shorts, but snug enough not too allow any significant gaping around the legs, and they cling like hell, wet or dry. Now we have girls in the fifth and sixth forms, and they are expected to wear sports bras for gym, it seems odd that us boys aren’t supposed to wear any support. Some guys do wear speedos but there is always a giveaway “visible panty line” as one of my mates calls it, so most of us just put up with the odd unexpected occurrence and hope it goes away quickly !! I only really meant that this post was №. 3 and the last about that weekend. So, no stopping yet. Things are changing regards Chris and his family as his dad has been given a big promotion and is to be based back in Munich at their HQ; seems his meetings and time in Germany have been the decider on whether he was offered it, so they are thinking hard about the future. Uncle Greg wants to have his home in the UK so that Chris can continue at my school if they will agree to take him on (“Good luck with that, Greg boy” as my dad joked) and have started looking around here for a house. His company are happy for him to commute weekly as they have a private company jet he can use for that.
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Sorry - copied previous posts in error.
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oh, was worth reading it again :)
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Yes, Jamie & Chris - your stories are so well-written that we don't mind re-reading them!
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Thanks, but I've been trying to add more about our visit back to the house later on in the day. The above post appeared when I tried to copy and paste to the site, not sure why, and then I hit the submit button in error before realising !! I've used no different language than before but the site keeps telling me that I'm being blocked - so I have given up and may try later.
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Thanks very much - glad you enjoyed.
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It's the spam filter -- it automatically blocks certain content (which content triggers the filter can't be revealed, for security reasons) Just make a few test posts as replies to a low-numbered message Then you can discover what constructions are blocked by the spam filter.
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Thanks for that - I've re-edited the post so much that I'd be happy for my grandma to read it now - not that it was at all risqué in the first place !! I'll try what you suggest and see what happens, thanks again.
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I would love to read the original post unedited. If you would like you can send it to me via email.
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Can't do that - I deleted it in frustration - sorry.
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That sucks as I would love to read about it with all the naughty details.
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Frustrating for all of us! :-( I once had the same problem that something wouldn't post, and I came to the conclusion that the filter was wrongly identifying a fragment of the text as a web URL. We're not allowed to post live links in text because spammers often do that. Rewording that part of my text made it work. If you do want to quote a web address, spell out the symbols, e.g. " dot " for ".", then what you post isn't a working link but readers can easily recreate it. I very much want to read your next instalment! I wanted to say "if you still can't post it, try asking what the problem is - click the envelope icon at the right of the navigation bar to open a message window" - but if you've deleted the troublesome text we'll be none the wiser. I can't believe that you or Chris would want to post anything offensive or containing sexually explicit slang. Most of that is intentionally blocked here so that this site can remain available to teens as well as adults, as I'm sure you realise. You've found good ways to indicate how strongly you've enjoyed some recent adventures. Reading your posts has been highly enjoyable too. Thank you! Keep it up! (Er, yes.) Peter (wetjumper)
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Thanks for that advice - I wasn't trying to post a web address or anything like that. I'm sure Chris and me will continue with our posting, certainly while the weather is OK and we can enjoy getting wet - we'll take your advise literally and try to keep it up - not difficult given that we are teenagers still .......
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There were no naughty details - that's the point .......
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Had it happen to me before too. Again, nothing in it that was risqué or inappropriate, and after a rather lengthy post so it was quite frustrating. Just waited a while, calmed down and rewrote it and it went. Love your posts and am enjoying them with everyone else. Keep up the good work.
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Thanks, glad you enjoyed. I shall sit down over the weekend and re-write it if we aren't having too much fun getting wet ! School has said that Chris can stay on and Chris' dad has had an offer on that house accepted, so is now just waiting for the solicitors to do their stuff. They have decided to keep their home in the US and let it for the time being.
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All that's been said above, I endorse.
When Chris and me headed back to the house, we stayed in our wet jeans and tees from earlier in the day and enjoyed our walk down the lane in wet clothes. When we got to the house we decided to explore the wooded area by the gates before heading down to the house. Chris was walking ahead of me when he suddenly disappeared with a cry into the bracken before me, stepped cautiously ahead and found him up to his waist in sticky black mud, he was laughing but struggling to get out of the pit he had stepped into. I helped him out and he stood before me completely blacked up to his waist in shiny black goo. We made for the house, but I made him walk ahead of me in case we found another pit. When we got to pond in front of the house, I thought I would pace it out to see how big it was whilst Chris stood on the edge peering into the water wondering if there were any fish in it. I had my back turned when I heard a splash and turned to see Chris about ten feet out in the water, shaking his head and wiping water and green algae from his face. “I slipped” he called “but this water is lovely - come on in.” I watched swim out to the middle of the pond and then take a deep breath and sink down, I could still see the top of his head, just, as he did so and when he surfaced he called out that he had been standing on tip-toe, so we guessed the pond must be about six foot deep, as Chris is just about 5ft 10ins. He swam back to the side and clambered out through the reeds at the edge, he was covered in bits of pond weed and algae all over his clinging tee and jeans. He grinned at me and wiped some of the stuff off him “I think I might give the pond a miss for the moment” I said, looking him up and down and wiping a finger across his forehead through the algae, before wiping it clean on his shoulder. “Not an option - sorry …….. in you go !!” and he pushed me in. B*****D ! He was right though, the water was warm. I swam across to the far side of the pond and climbed out, calling out for him to come and explore some more. We walked around the side of the house to the old stable yard and found several of the old carriage houses had been converted to garages as well as one with some old bicycles and one with a two wheeled pony trap, but everything was covered in dust and dirt, but dry, and had obviously been left like it for many years. There was a stone horse trough and pump on one side of the yard so tried it out to see if it still worked. Chris climbed into the trough and said it was just like a sarcophagus as he lay down in it. I tried the handle of the pump and it creaked a bit but eventually a few drops of water came out and after a few goes I got a steady stream of clean water. Chris sat up as the water splashed across his feet and then sat in the trough as it slowly filled with clear, but cold, water. He washed the algae and weed off him before clambering out and we went off the explore some more. We found the walled garden with the swimming pool and Chris climbed down among the litter of dead leaves which were ankle deep. He walked down to the deep end and then stretched up to gauge the depth. His reach was about three feet short of the top, so we guessed that in must be about 10 deep at the deepest point about five feet from the end. Chris climbed out and we explored a bit more. We paced the pool out and thought it must be about 40 x 25 feet, it was white tiled and one of them near the steps was inscribed with the words “Built in 1953 to celebrate the dawn of the new Elizabethan age.” After we had finished exploring we headed home after a final dip in the pond on the way out. We found our parents still in the pool so we joined them and told about our exploration.
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Frustrating as it is when the spam filter kicks in, Jamie and me wholeheartedly agree that it should be there, if it was not then I am sure that teens like us would not be posting/reading and consequently finding out that we are not alone in enjoying getting wet and/or messy. Keep up the good work, Felix, we appreciate it.
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Hi again to you both.
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Hi, Charlie. We've been just the once so far, but are planning to go this evening as all the parents (my dad is back from Germany for the next week or so) are going out with some old friends to a posh restaurant, not really our scene. We've not seen any signs of rats around but did find some poison traps (all empty) around the outbuildings which had obviously been kept "alive" regularly. The water in the pond is quite clean and clear so I guess that the reeds around the edge are doing their job. We have been careful not to swallow any pond water or go in the water here or anywhere with an open cut, graze or other wound, just in case. Never tried getting messy with paint etc and can't really afford to totally trash old clothes (do speak to my dad about pocket money, please !) unless they really do get too small to wear. Does wallpaper paste wash out of clothes OK ? Sounds like fun. Uncle Danny has already told us to stay clear of the site whilst he and his guys are working there, so I don't think we will be doing any decorating anyway - dad wants it done properly for one thing. Yeah, the pool looks great, the only problem apparently is that there is no heating, but dad has said he would want to make it useable all year so is looking at solar panels and ground source heat pumps for not just the pool but the whole house, he likes the idea of being self-sufficient, and there are plenty of grooves on outbuilding where solar panel can be put. Jamie will no doubt write up more from tonight and half term in due course.
Chris’s dad came home from Germany yesterday morning so he was there when we got home from school, which has finished now for the week of half term. He told us that he was due to exchange contracts on their new home at the end of next week and complete the transaction the following Friday. The agent we met at the house called in during the afternoon and gave Uncle Greg a set of keys for the house and all the outbuildings and said the owners were happy for his builder to have access to do estimates and plans etc. so it seems that things are moving quickly. Chris's parents are returning to home on Monday, flying out on his company’s jet, to arrange to pack up all their belongings for shipment to the UK. They are leaving all the furniture and their cars as Uncle Greg’s replacement in his job over there is renting the house for the time being and wants time to explore the area before deciding where to settle for good. Chris has been told he will be welcome at my school on a permanent basis and the Head even offered his mum a job when he discovered that she is a qualified teacher of maths and science. Chris was not too keen on having his mum at the school but when the head said it could be arranged for her not to teach his class (they do it for three other parent teacher/ child pupil combinations) he said he would be fine with it. I told him later not to be silly, she’s been home-schooling him for the last five years; what’s the problem ? We went back to the pond at the house last evening. Chris wore his old Levi STF jeans, which are looking decidedly shabby now, and a red sweatshirt as it was a bit chillier today. I wore my old Diesel jeans and a green tee over a long-sleeve black tee. When we got to the pond Chris waded straight in and walked around and around the perimeter going further in on each round just to see what the pond was like all over. It was muddy at the edges but the water is quite clear, so presumably the reeds are acting as a filter. It took him four full circuits of the pond gradually getting wetter and wetter further up his body until he found it too deep to walk and ended up swimming. When he got out he asked me to try and drag him across the gravel driveway to see what effect it might have on his wet jeans. I tried just using hand to hand contact but it was too difficult dragging him whilst bend over so that his jeans actually remained in contact with the gravel properly, so I went off to find some rope as I was sure we had seen some in the stable yard buildings. When I had found it, Chris lay full length on the gravel on his front and grabbed one end of the rope and I towed him along, once he was moving I found I could go quite quickly. Chris rolled as we careered around the pond and after a bit he called a halt. His previously merely shabby wet jeans were now caked in dust and were even more worn across his thighs, knees and backside. They had also acquired a few more tears and one back pocket had partly ripped away. He jumped back in the pond to wash the dust off and when he climbed out I could see immediately that the jeans were really distressed and worn, frayed down the fly and edges of the pockets. Chris poked a couple of fingers through one hole on his knee and gave it a tug which tore the denim with a satisfying rip. I grabbed the flapping rear pocket and gave that a tug as well and it came away almost completely, leaving a dark blue patch where it had been. Chris was delighted with the result and said he could go much further with it before totally destroying them or making them impossible to wear. I asked Chris to do the same for me, so he pulled me around for a bit until I felt a sharp scraping on my knee and called a halt. My old Diesel jeans had not faired as well as Chris’ Levis and had worn almost through on both knees, one thigh and the backside where both pockets had partly torn away, leaving holes big enough to see my boxers. I jumped in the pond to wash off the dust and dirt. My newly very worn jeans felt great and much softer than before. When I got out of the water, I tried pulling apart a couple of the tears and the denim ripped so easily that I stopped before totally wrecking them. We went home, had a quick swim, changed into dry clothes, got something to eat and watched some TV and eventually ended up going to bed in our wet clothes again. I woke up this morning to find my Diesel jeans had got more torn during the night as I had slept restlessly throughout, disturbed by Chris snoring loudly. Not sure what the plans are for today, but Uncle Danny has asked us to help him and Paul measure up for some plans at the house. No doubt we shall get a chance to get wet at some time.
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Great story. I was thinking that the pond and the grounds are in great need of work, and you both could volunteer to mow the lawns and clean the pond, and any other items that are there which need outdoor work. This would allow you to do all of this completely soaked, and having a wonderful time doing it. Your parents will be delighted with the offer, and no doubt will have absolutely no objections to the wet and probably muddy way you go about it.
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We had the same idea whilst chatting with our parents last night. Dad suggested that we might like to start by draining and cleaning the front pond as he was told by the agent that there is a drain plug and that the pond actually has a concrete lining under all the mud and used to have a fountain in the middle. There will certainly be plenty of grass cutting to do eventually as both our mums are keen gardeners and are already starting to make plans for what is now largely just wild meadow. Dad has also suggested that we might like to improve our DIY skills (pretty much non-existant at the moment as far as I am concerned) by renovating the changing huts around the swimming pool after it has been re-lined and tiled and the new plant for heating and filtering installed. Plenty to do and many, many opportunities to get wet and muddy doing it and for earning some decent pocket-money !!
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There you are then. You will get the chance to have some fun with building materials. Another great story,love the ripping bits. Take care. Charlie.
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I think it will be more "cleaning materials" than "building materials" as it seems we will be cleaning out the front pond (so lots of mud there to have some fun with) and cleaning the leaves and stuff out of the swimming pool and then cleaning the tiles before filling it up. We spent most of the day with uncle Danny and Tom measuring up the house. Chris and me held the tape measure where required, uncle directed us as to what to do and Tom entered all the data into the programme on his lap-top, which then produced a 3D set of drawings - very clever - so we can now do a virtual tour around the house and even do the decorating - sadly Tom cannot just press enter/return and the house is decorated ..... We didn't really get the chance to get wet or muddy yesterday apart from a swim in the pool at home. We were going to go down to the mud pit in the woods but then dad wanted to go and pick-up his new car so we went with him and uncle Greg for the ride. He's even hinted that he might let me have a drive myself soon - can't wait. So, as of today I get to use mum's old car as she has taken over dad's old car (if you see what I mean). Rob texted me today to say that he will be at the mud pit tomorrow planting more trees and do we want to join him ? I said "yes" so we will go down early and have a muddy start to the day.
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Re: My wet cousin - 2
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My wet cousin - 2.1
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My wet cousin - 3
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Posted by wetchas on April 10, 2015 at 08:20:56
Enjoy Alton Towers.
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My wet cousin - 4
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Swimming lessons
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Posted by wetchas on April 12, 2015 at 21:37:32
You said the other day that you lived in the south west. I am in Devon,are you anywhere near. Actually, I guess not, as you were talking of going to Alton Towers, which would be a fair old drive from here.I guess Chris has only got a few days left in the UK. Bet you will miss him when he goes back.Do you have a final 'last day event planned.
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Wet Cousins
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Where are the wet cousins
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Wet cousins - school swim test
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Posted by wetchas on April 24, 2015 at 08:30:58
So, this weekend you are being left alone to fend for yourselves. Enjoy.
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Wet and muddy weekend alone
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Wet cousins next weekend
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Posted by wetchas on April 29, 2015 at 08:29:40
Like you, I don't do cold. Must be a British thing I guess.
New jeans for the weekend then hopefully. Great.
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Wet couins - BH weekend
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and my Dad, Paul and me all got involved although none of us got totally soaked apart from Chris who we all ganged up on and hosed down until he was begging for mercy.
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Posted by wetchas on May 07, 2015 at 08:27:15
How are the new jeans shaping up. Have they been dry since you brought them,or in a permanent state of soaking.
Keep the stories coming. Will be interested to hear what you got up to over the rest of the weekend.
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Wet cousins - BH weekend - part 2
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Posted by wetchas on May 08, 2015 at 16:27:36
The party sounds a good idea. Presumably its a pool party. A good chance to wear smart shirts a chino's perhaps. Have a great weekend.Keep wet.
Wet cousins - BH weekend - part 3
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Wet cousins - BH monday
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(my mum’s sister)
(My dad’s brother)
(my dad’s sister)
(my mum’s brother)
Gramps Black swim shorts (loaned by my dad)
(parents of my mum, Chris’s mum and Tom’s dad).
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Posted by wetchas on May 11, 2015 at 11:59:29
Your washing machine must have been working overtime afterwards. Added to the clothing of course would be the towels,but I suppose if some of the rellies were staying overnight they would have brought their own.
Sadly, after the bank holiday the weather seems to have taken a bit of a nosedive. Its been quite cold here in the deepest Devon, and not really pool weather. Have you had chance to indulge at all. One bonus I guess. The colder it is, the more you need to wear to keep warm.
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Wet weekend again
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Looking forward to the next instalment. Thanks for starting these posts,and taking the time and trouble to reply, and keep them going.
Levi's 511 Slim Fit Jeans - Rain Shower
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Tom was wearing one of my favourite outfits. I love those grey trackies. For a start they instantly change colour, and of hat course they also go all limp and clingy. OK as long as you art e of in public.you
I don't want to be too much of a pain, but what were the llothers wearing, especially Dave. Were any of the others in trackies. Sorry to go on, but they are my particular 'love'. I know you two are more into jeans.
Funny how board shorts can be attractive to. I posted a thread a while back, asking whether anyone liked soaking things that were designed to get wet, and as board shorts are you would think they wouldn't hold much attraction, but as you say, some of them look superb when wet. I wonder how much research the makers do with their products, to see how they look after a
wetting. Sounds like the ideal job. Incidentally, do you cut the mesh linings out, or leave them in. I've gone on to long. Cheers. Wetchas.
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Interesting what you say about the football shorts. I like to wear them underneath other clothing for soaking purposes,but must admit they are very thin and clingy, even when dry.
Been raining here in Devon all morning too. The weather for the weekend looks brighter though. Here's hoping.
Wet weekend again - 3 (last)
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Re: Levi's 511 Slim Fit Jeans - Rain Shower
Posted by Tarianne Mwanet on May 14, 2015 at 16:53:16
Do they convert into Travelcard Jeans if you make more than three journeys in them (and avoid St. Pancras International surcharge)?
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looks like you have had a great time!
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Love the stories.
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Posted by wetchas on May 15, 2015 at 09:22:15
Its interesting that are expected to wear them next to the skin for classes. I bet that leads to some embarassing moments. If I had been you, I would have worn them under the cargos in the mud, and attended to business inside of them.
But there, that's just my personal fetish, I know you lads have your own.
Good that you have got to know Tom bit better. You probably won't feel so lonely now when Chris goes back. How much longer has he got.
I hope the 'last' on your post title doesn't mean this is the last we shall hear from you. I am on holiday with the Mrs now, so might not get a chance to be here until Wednesday. Have fun.
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Wet and house hunting
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Wet and house hunting - 2
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(so it doesn't show on the menu)
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Uncle Danny had a look at the house and said there is very little other than cosmetic decoration that needs doing, certainly nothing structural to be concerned about - so that is all good news.
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Will post more thoughts when I have time.
Second trip to the house
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Re: Second trip to the house
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Firstly, thank you for taking ng the time and trouble to keep us posted on your exploits. You really have brightened up this forum with your tales.
Sounds like you are having fun at the house already. I don't want to be a fuddy duddy, but just be careful. The pond could have all sorts of debris in it,such as broken glass, rusty metal etc. Also watch out for Leaches and tics. There's also a very nasty bug, I think its called wailes desease, that you can get from rats piddle.
Now to the fun part. Obviously the house is going to need complete redecoration. This can be great fun, as building materials offer many opportunities for some serious sploshing. Wallpaper paste and emulsion paint are amongst my favourites,but gloss is also good, although totally clothes destroying. Might be a good send off for the STF's in a year or so's time though.
There's a couple of great vids on you tube of two guys painting each other whilst wearing Adidas tracksuits. There are also several other paint related videos to watch, but I expect you have already seen some of them. Another particular favourite of mine is wallpaper paste. If you think your clothes feel good in the mud,wait until you are wrestling each other, covered in slimey, sticky paste. Something to look forward to when its too cold for playing outside.Incidentally, that pool sounds wonderful.
I've gone on too long. Cheers for now. Charlie.
Re: Second trip to the house
Posted by Chris on May 22, 2015 at 16:28:12
I don't think Jamie finds it a chore writing the posts - he enjoys it - I think he's a budding novelist; he might have to be, he's not much good at anything else Ha Ha .....
Back to the pond again
Posted by Jamie on May 23, 2015 at 05:33:00
Re: Back to the pond again
Posted by Bruce on May 24, 2015 at 02:10:12
I mowed a number of lawns for my parents as a kid, and always did them totally soaked, not only was my work appreciated, but, if they noticed I was soaked, they never said a word about it.
Re: Back to the pond again
Posted by Chris on May 24, 2015 at 09:11:57
Re: Back to the pond again
Posted by wetchas on May 24, 2015 at 16:21:03
Re: Back to the pond again
Posted by Jamie on May 24, 2015 at 19:01:40
Re: Back to the pond again
Posted by wetmark on May 24, 2015 at 19:24:45