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Stuck Chronicle (Part 1-Music to His Ears)
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Enter Lyle—a cool, quiet, average-built guy, age 24. He lives in a quiet suburb, away from the city’s hustle and bustle. He has a small house to himself, with the neighboring houses spread apart—allowing for freedom to do whatever. One evening, after working on his motorcycle all day, Lyle laid exhausted in his bed.
At around midnight, a loud sound woke Lyle up; he recognized it as a revving engine. The revving got louder and longer, and when he listened carefully, he could also hear tires spinning. Curious, Lyle opened his window and spotted the silhouette of a truck in the distance. It could hardly move no matter how hard it revved, and it kicked up a large cloud of white smoke each time
Without knowing it, the sight got Lyle hard. The thought of the driver getting frustrated over his stuck truck made him even harder. Lyle listened hard, and started jerking off. Suddenly, the truck turned off and Lyle could hear a loud “FUCK!” from the driver. The truck had stalled out, and the driver began cranking it back to life
While the truck cranked, Lyle stroked his member while staring at the truck in the distance. “Come on, come on, come
On!” he whispered, as the engine cranked to no avail. Just as the truck finally turned over and started revving again, Lyle shot his load onto the window. The truck spun its tires some more, and managed to lurch forward and turned off again.Lyle drifted off to sleep, thinking about the stuck driver. He thought before passing out for the night:
“I’ve gotta find out who that guy is
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Hot story, man!
