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Stuck Chronicle (Part 39 - School’s Out)
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Before they knew it, the school year had ended. Mick figured out how to enjoy this milestone, then decided to celebrate by having them head to the lakebed; it'd be both Joel and Ian's first times seeing it.
As Mick and Joel's trucks entered the more solid edges of the lakebed, Joel veered upon the stretch of smooth ground ahead of them. He got out, and he could feel his boots pressing into the clay. He then moved over to Mick's window.
"Quite the spot you got here!" Joel remarked.
"Right? I found this spot not too long ago", Mick said. "It's been a while since I was here last, so I thought I'd bring you here for a little challenge."
"Really now?" Joel asked, beginning to smile.
"Yeah!" Mick answered happily. "It's pretty simple: Winner's the guy that makes it farthest."
"Sound easy enough", Joel said.
Mick chuckled. "We'll see. Now, L rides with you, while Ian rides with me. If either of us gets in trouble, our passengers take the wheel while we push."
"Got it!" Joel stated. He looked over at Lyle. "You've been here before--what's this place like? Any tricks I should know about?"
Lyle shrugged. "Mickey's only taken me here once. But I know the ground gets softer as you go inward. Maintain your speed, and stay away from the center."
"Okay!" Joel replied, as he revved his engine.
Mick revved as well. "Hang on TIGHT, Fanboy!" he yelled over to Ian.
Ian buckled his seatbelt, and set his phone to record Mick. Mick winked in its direction, before taking off. Joel took off about a second later.
The two trucks were neck and neck, speeding in a straight line across the clay. As they got further in, the mud became softer and softer, slowing them down.
"WHOO-HOOOOO!" Mick shouted, as he went from darting to zig-zagging in the mud. Ian screamed with glee seeing his idol gun it through the slop. He hoped he'd get stuck--AFTER Joel, of course.
"Oh, YEAH!!" Joel yelled, gripping the steering wheel with both hands as his right foot pinned the gas pedal.
"YOU'VE GOT THIIIIS!" Lyle yelled. He gripped his growing bulge through his jeans, as the roar and rumbling of his boyfriend's truck began to take him over.
Joel wanted to take care of Lyle's load, but he needed both hands just to keep the Ram from veering off its path.
Mick began to feel his member twitching in his pants too. He looked over at Ian, and he was already stroking away. He sped through the muck, when he suddenly hit something, causing his Jeep to jerk up and down.
"What the heck was THAT?!" Ian hollered.
Mick looked up ahead. Some rocks jutted from the ground. "CRAP!" he shouted, as he hit another. He didn't want to risk a flat tire, or worse them flipping.
"We're heading into some ROCKY ROAD!" Lyle yelled.
Joel nodded, then tried his best to dodge the boulders. Suddenly, his truck slowed down greatly, followed by a loud ZZZZZzzzzzZZZZZZ from his tires.
"The hell?!" Joel yelled. He pressed the gas pedal harder.
VROOMROOOOOOM!! ZzzzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzz!!
Lyle was rock-hard now, but mustered enough willpower to assess the situation. “I think you’re on a rock or something, Joel!” He shouted.
Joel opened his door and looked back. His truck was atop a flat stone with a slick surface; his spinning tires had dug into the mud until they unearthed it. He decided to tease Lyle with another go, but the slick rock held his truck in place. “There’s no gettin’ past it!” Joel said laughingly.
“Just…just go around it!” Lyle yelled. He was almost at his limit.
Joel smirked, then backed up until they were no longer on the rock, then went around it.
Up ahead, Mick was also trying not to hit the stones. When he saw Joel catching up, he was surprised; he saw and heard him almost get stuck. He decided to floor it to keep his lead, but his tires kicked stones loose, and one flew into Joel’s truck.
“WATCH IT, YA MORON!” Joel shouted angrily.
“Sorry, SORRY!” Mick replied, trying not to laugh. Just then, he hit a larger stone, making his jeep swerve and slide in the mud. Mick and Ian were whooping and laughing as his four tires spun hard, kicking up globs of sludge before finally gaining traction again.
“You ok, little buddy?!” Mick asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine”, Ian replied, “but PLEASE be careful!”
Mick sighed. “Got it, got it….”
Both their trucks were nearing the other side of the lakebed, and the ground was starting to incline.
“You really for the finale?” Mick asked Ian. He was already stroking.
“Y-yes!” Ian replied. “Gun it!!”
Mick floored the gas. Joel, with the incline in his sights, floored it as well. But as they got to the slick incline, the sound of eight spinning tires filled the air.
“Come on, baby! You got this!!” Mick shouted.
“Kick in it! You can do it!” Joel hollered.
ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzZzzzzzzzZZZZZ!! The incline caught both of them, bout neither driver was backing down. They spun em’ for a good two minutes, then they both slid back down to more level ground. All four men were drunk on adrenaline; Ian and Lyle had both climaxed during that moment, while Joel and Mick were both leaking precum. Both their rigs left deep tire tracks on the incline, and the scent of gasoline and burnt mud and rubber filled the air.
Mick looked over at Ian. His khakis didn’t hide the load he blew. When Ian saw Mick’s grinning face, he blushed.
“I told you this’d be a blast!” Mick said.
“You didn’t disappoint”, Ian replied sheepishly.
“I’m gonna give it another go. Hold on tight!” he ordered, as he started to rev.
Joel had just came to, when he heard Mick’s jeep. He looked over at Lyle. “Ready for round two, bud?” He asked.
“Yeah”, Lyle replied. “Go for it!”
Joel looked over at Mick, revving his own engine with a devilish grin. Mick revved harder, winking at Joel before putting his shades on. Almost in unison, they counted to three.
After “3”, they both headed for the incline. Like before, both trucks began spinning out on the slick, slanted ground. Mick turned his wheel left, then right, repeatedly until he started making headway. “Come on, come on, come ooooonnnn”, he growled, until he finally made it out.
After having caught his breath, Ian stopped recording. “This is definitely going on the blog!” He stated.
“It better!” Mick replied. “This is a once in a lifetime moment
”Behind them, they heard Joel’s truck revving, then a loud ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzZZZZZzzzz! He couldn’t make it up the incline.
“I’ll get the winch ready”, Mick said, before continuing with a smirk, “so why do you go get some more footage for yourself
?”Ian nodded, and went out to where Joel and Lyle were. At this point, the Ram had gotten stuck in the ruts it made. They weren’t going anywhere.
“Damn it!” Joel shouted. He knew he couldn’t escape the mud, but kept hitting the gas. He felt something rubbing his leg, slowly creeping up his thigh until it settled on his hard member. He looked over at Lyle, who was teasing him. Seeing Lyle sweet smile calmed him down a bit.
“Don’t you think it’s time to give up?” Lyle asked. “I’m sure Mickey will help us…”
“Make me”, Joel replied, his eyes motioning toward his zipper as he revved his engine. Lyle got the picture.
Joel’s Ram jerked forward, before bottoming out in the ruts. Joel growled and cussed all the while, before finally releasing into Lyle’s mouth.
“Ah…ah…”, Joel gasped. He then looked straight ahead. “Oh, crap….”
“I’m glad you liked it”, Lyle replied, wiping his mouth.
“It’s not that…”, Joel said.
Lyle looked up, and saw Mick looking at them with a slight smirk.
“Mickey!” Lyle yelled.
“I’m, uh…I’m ready to give you guys a tow”, Mick said in a low voice.
“Okay...okay!” Joel said. Mick then proceeded to tug at the Ram. It took three good pulls before Joel was freed from the mud, and a couple more to get him out of the lakebed.
The four of them went to Ian’s place, turning in shortly after.
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Yes, can just imagine what it is like to be there. Who wouldn't want to be part of the action !!
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You are the absolute master at this! What awesome work! I’ve loved each of your pieces, and please keep posting!.
