I remember the first time I knew I liked spinning and stuck action.
As some of you know, I was raised in a rural part of the UK. There was a gravel works right next door, so was used to hearing heavy earthmoving machinery, but one day was different.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and was raining hard. I heard a smaller engine revving up, sounding like it was struggling.
I was very curious as they usual close mid-day,but knew they had contractors in.
I climbed up the bank for a look. There was a young guy, on a dump truck, deliberately driving into the steep bank the other side. Tyres were digging in but ground was to muddy and steep. Tyres spinning furiously, then backing up and trying a new spot to play in.
Knew he was enjoying it, as he was rubbing his bulge. I think think he must have shot his load in his pants. I was jerking off out of site also, as got very hard. Was a great day
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!
