Muddy jolly

I've always been intrigued by mud wrestling, and a generous reader has been indulging me by sending me lots of images -- including this startlingly good one:

This next pair come from a sequence I know I've featured before, but it was probably years ago so there's no harm in repeating:

It is, after all, a ferociously good sequence:

I don't remember this one. And I'm sure I would have:

This is rather sweet -- all that long hair, too, which he managed to avoid getting muddy:

Whereas this is just delightful -- perfect pose, perfect winkie:

Something rather visceral about this. Manly. Penetrative. Sort of:

Let's end with this -- which reminds me of a glorious sequence from that terrible film Cannibal Holocaust, whose one saving grace was an extended sequence where a gorgeously lovely anthropology student runs around naked. Just like this:

Mud just accentuates all the positives, I think, with his modest winkie jutting proudly forward, etc, etc.