hi everyone im gaz,. gay guy from nottingham in the uk
i came over to from ds,.. as a few others have
i grew up in a seaside resort town in the south east of the uk not far from london,. which had the advantage of being surrounded by estuaries,. tidal flats and dotted with gravel quarries.... so being a kid,. the thing to do was to go to the beach,. and when the tide was out,. you went mudding,. everyone did it,.of course it helped living just a few hundred feet from the sea,. clean up was easy,... and no one looked at a group of muddy kids walking home and thaught "weirdos"....however most of my school friends out grew that sort of fun
i never did,.. and form an early age i knew i had some sort of connection,. perhaps when i was 12 years old or so?.... anyway about that time i also started noticing quicksand scenes on tv,. and the obviouse effect it had on me,... the tricky part for me of course was coming to terms at the sametime with the fact that i was excited by males sinking,. not girls
as i got older i became heavily into mudding,.... i used to sneak out of my parents house,. which was just a few hundred yards from the beach,... and go mudding after dark,... or if they were out during the day,. id get on my bycicle and go exploring for mud,. for me the deeper the batter
was about then that i got my self on the net and realised that i wasnt alone after finding the gaymeninquicksand yahoo groups community,... it showed me that there were possibilities other than tidal areas for truely deep mud,... so i began exploring gravel pits and natural bog areas,. which was where i found truely bottomless mud
i became somewhat of an expert sinker,..often using a breathing hose, sinking totally under vertically as deep as i could,. sometimes out of reach of the surface,.not to mention plenty of head first sinks too and as soon as i moved out of home and into my own flat,...i started sinking at least 2 days and maybe one evening a week during the long summers
as time went on i ended up moving into london,.. which somewhat limited my sinking to "when i visited mum and dad back home",. and then eventually i met someone who i fell in love with,. and we moved in together,. 200 miles north
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i guess i assumed that if i could find mud where i grew up,.it was everywhere,... so all i had to do was look,... however i was very wrong,... after years of searching the area ive found it to be as dry as a pharaohs socks!,. so 3 years ago i gave up searching,. and put sinking down as part of my life that got left behind when i moved to be with my partner
so thats my story,. have to admit ive kind of enjoyed writing about that
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,. well except the end bit anyway lol
gaz