There were no regulations about the state of tyres in those days. I remember one farm on which I worked, and a truck came loaded with ground loimestone to spread on some of the fields (an ancient practice to sweeten the soil and improve the ph). This was a converted military truck, 6x4, unrecognisable with white dust stuck to it all over. It went a little way down the firm track, then tried to turn up-hill onto the land to be treated. The land was clay, wet and slippery. The dual rear wheels churne=ned round and round, and it wasn't going anytwhere. He made several attampts in different places. All the while the tyres were trailiing loose flaps of rubber - they were re -treads, already sheredded with working on the land and getting stuck. The tyres were like an old pair of rubber boots, totally shagged. Cue for session in the barn bringing things to a conclusion.
SNOW (STUCK!) DAY!!!
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The day began with heavy snowfall!!! It had rained for a day or two so only a couple inches of the white stuff was sticking to the pavement - for now. I was in High School and my schedule didn't work well with bus schedules. (Thank God!) Leaving my house, my Dad's instructions were: 1) Be Careful and don't drive like an idiot in this snow; and, 2) If it gets too bad or they call a snow day, leave your car in the parking lot and ride the bus home. My car was a mid-70s Chevy El Camino with a bad ass 350 V8... Not the best 'snow car'!!!
Sure enough, a SNOW DAY was called!!! No activities and no sports practices. And... No vehicles to be left in the parking lot due to snow removal. GREAT! There were no cell phones back then, so no way to call parents to see what their vision of my day would be. I was HAPPY! I was going to get my buddy Matt and we were going to spin some tires in my car. I could hardly contain myself (or my cock) at the thought!
We played in the snow, spinning donuts and finding unplowed roads to get my El Camino STUCK! My boner sprung into action and wouldn't be subdued from the first of several 'STUCKS' we got into. "Zzzzzz… ZZZzzzz!" I don't think my buddy noticed the BULGE in my jeans, as we were both wearing parkas.
Matt's parents lived on a country road and the end of their driveway meant the end of the pavement. The road was unplowed and my tires would expose MUD underneath the faint ruts left by previous vehicles. Seeing that mud and feeling the car slip and slide kept my cock nice and firm. I dropped Matt off and, HELL, YEAH!, got STUCK trying to back out of the driveway. "ZZzzzzz… ZZZzzzzz!" Rocking and spinning - Forward, Reverse, Forward... I feel the rear of my car sinking and hear the "Whap, Whap, Whap" of MUD splattering up in the wheel wells. "Uh, Oh... I'm STUCK!" I open the door to look at my mess and watch my tire spin in its snowy, muddy trap. My firm BONER had become a THROBBING HARD ON!!! Finally, after several minutes of rocking and spinning, I spun my way out of my STUCK!
The drive home (about 6 miles) was pretty fun, too! After savoring my earlier STUCK, and rubbing my RAGING HARD ON, each stoplight provided more pleasure as the tires fought for traction. "ZZzzzz… Zzzzz!" I delivered my young hot load in my pants as I was spinning my tires mercilessly trying to climb the last hill to get to our house! I finally made it home and had some underwear and jeans to wash and a shower to take!!!
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Hot story man!
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Jesus! I came 3 times to this story putting the imaging in my head lol
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We all did
