The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the open fields as Marc followed closely behind Jake. The two friends were making their way down a dirt road that stretched endlessly through the flat, rural countryside. Tall grasses swayed gently in the breeze, and the occasional farmhouse dotted the horizon. Marc, a lean guy in his late twenties, was behind the wheel of his old pickup truck, while Jake, his muscular friend, rode ahead on his motorcycle. They had been on this road for what felt like hours, heading toward the farm of one of Jake’s friends for a weekend of relaxation.

The dirt road beneath them was caked in mud, a reminder of the days of rain that had drenched the area. Marc had been cautious about the road conditions ever since they left the paved highway, but Jake seemed unbothered. He powered ahead on his bike, his muscular body leaning into the turns as he navigated the increasingly slippery road.

Marc admired Jake’s confidence, even though he could feel his own nerves creeping in. The tires of his pickup occasionally slipped in the mud, making him grip the steering wheel a little tighter. Despite the difficult conditions, the drive had been mostly smooth until now.

Suddenly, up ahead, Jake’s motorcycle hit a particularly thick patch of mud. The back wheel spun wildly, throwing up clumps of dirt, but the bike didn’t move forward. Jake revved the engine, but the tire just spun, digging deeper into the mud with each attempt. The roar of the engine cut through the quiet countryside, but it was clear the motorcycle wasn’t going anywhere.

Marc slowed the truck and pulled over next to Jake, leaning out of the window. "Everything good?"

Jake, frustration etched on his face, revved the engine one more time before cutting it off. "Not really. This mud’s way thicker than I thought."

"Don’t worry, I’ll drive ahead and get the towing rope," Marc said, trying to sound reassuring. He shifted the truck into gear and pressed down on the gas, but as soon as he tried to move, the back tires spun helplessly in the mud. The truck lurched slightly, but it didn’t budge.

"Dammit," Marc muttered. He tried again, giving it a bit more gas this time, but it was no use. The more he tried, the deeper the tires sank into the mud.

Jake climbed off his motorcycle, walking over to Marc’s truck. "Looks like we’re both stuck."

"Yeah, no kidding," Marc replied with a nervous laugh. He could feel his frustration rising as the situation became more hopeless. They were out in the middle of nowhere, miles from the nearest town, with nothing but muddy fields and endless sky around them.

Jake stood next to the truck, wiping sweat from his brow. The humidity in the air didn’t help, and his clothes were sticking to him uncomfortably. "This is ridiculous," Jake said with a shake of his head, and without a second thought, he pulled off his shirt, tossing it onto the truck bed. His muscular chest and arms glistened with sweat, his skin bronzed from hours spent working outside.

Marc, sitting in the truck, couldn’t help but glance over. He had seen Jake shirtless plenty of times—they’d been friends long enough—but something about this moment felt different. The heat, the mud, the sight of Jake’s body slick with sweat—it all sent a spark through him that he wasn’t prepared for.

Jake, oblivious to Marc’s thoughts, undid the button on his jeans and pulled them off as well, leaving him in nothing but his tight black boxers. "Let's see how this goes with less weight," Jake said, wiping his hands on his boxers before heading back to his motorcycle.

Marc’s heart raced. He knew he shouldn’t be staring, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering over Jake’s muscular legs, and his big bulge in his boxers. He tried to focus on the problem at hand—the fact that they were stuck—but it was becoming harder to ignore the tension building inside him.

Jake straddled his bike again, gripping the handlebars as he revved the engine once more. The back tire spun furiously, mud spraying out behind him, but the bike didn’t move an inch. His muscles strained as he leaned into the bike, his jaw set with determination. Marc watched, feeling something stir inside him that he couldn’t quite explain. There was something about the way Jake refused to give up, the way his body tensed and moved with the bike, that made it hard to look away.

Marc realized his face was growing hot. His pulse quickened as he watched Jake’s struggle, and despite the mud and frustration, he felt an unexpected wave of arousal creeping in. He shifted in his seat, trying to shake the feeling. "Come on, focus," he muttered to himself. "You’re stuck in the middle of nowhere, and this is what you're thinking about?"

But the more he tried to pull his mind away, the more it wandered. The roar of Jake’s engine, the sight of his body working hard to free the bike—it all became a strange kind of sensory overload. Marc turned the key in the ignition, starting up the truck again, hoping the act of revving his own engine would distract him. But as he pressed down on the gas and felt the tires spinning helplessly in the mud, the vibration of the truck only heightened his feelings.

For a few minutes, they were both locked in the same futile struggle. Jake on his bike, Marc in his truck—both of them revving their engines, both of them stuck. The sound of the roaring engines filled the air, and with each attempt, Marc felt himself sinking deeper into something he couldn’t control.

Jake finally cut his engine, stepping off the bike with a frustrated sigh. "This is a lost cause," he said, walking back over to Marc’s truck.

Marc shut off his engine as well, breathing heavily, trying to keep his voice steady. "Yeah, looks like we’re not getting out of here anytime soon."

They stood there in the quiet, the only sound the distant rustle of the wind through the fields. Marc’s heart pounded in his chest as he tried to act normal, but the tension between them was palpable. Jake was only inches away, his skin glistening in the fading sunlight, and Marc could feel the weight of his own desire building, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.

They were stuck—both in the mud and in a moment that neither of them fully understood.

“Hey,” Marc called out, his voice breaking the silence. Jake turned to face him, his brow furrowed in confusion, maybe wondering why Marc was still watching him so intently. Marc took a breath, knowing he had to say something to keep the moment going. "We can’t give up now, man. We've come this far."
Jake raised an eyebrow, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Yeah, but we’re sinking deeper with every minute," he replied, though there was no real defeat in his voice. He seemed more exasperated than anything, the kind of frustration that came when physical effort wasn’t enough to fix the problem.
Marc nodded, trying to look serious. "I know, but we’re not that far from the farm. If we can just get one of these things free, we’ll be back on solid ground in no time."

The words came out, but Marc knew deep down that he didn’t really believe them. The mud was too thick, too relentless. The more they tried to power through it, the worse it got. But that wasn’t why he said it. It wasn’t about hoping they’d get out. He just wanted to see Jake keep trying.

There was something mesmerizing about watching Jake, sitting on his motorcycle there in nothing but his tight black boxers, trying to free his backwheel from the rut. The way his powerful body flexed and strained as he pushed the bike, the way the back tire spun helplessly in the mud, and the way Jake's muscles rippled with each effort—it all captivated Marc in a way he hadn’t anticipated. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, even though he knew he should.

He could feel his heartbeat quicken, his breath catching in his throat as he watched Jake mount the bike again. The roar of the engine filled the air, the vibration of the motorcycle sending a deep, rumbling hum through the otherwise quiet, damp countryside. Jake leaned forward, his legs tensed as he gave the throttle a cautious twist, trying to coax the back tire out of the deep rut.

Marc could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he watched. Jake’s bulging muscles, slick with sweat, were a sight to behold, but it was more than that. It was the determination, the raw effort of seeing someone as strong as Jake only in his boxers struggling, the way he kept going, even when it seemed hopeless. Marc wasn’t sure why it had such an effect on him, but the truth was undeniable. He was turned on, and he knew it.

Meanwhile, Jake was having his own strange experience. The vibrations of the motorcycle reverberated through his body, sending a pulse down into his groin. It started as just a subtle sensation, the familiar hum of the engine, but as he tried and failed to get the bike moving, the feeling grew stronger. Each time the back tire spun, Jake felt a slight rush of sensation, a warmth spreading through his lower body that he couldn’t ignore. His grip on the handlebars tightened as he struggled to maintain focus.

He clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the growing arousal that was confusing him more by the second. The vibrations, the sensation of rocking back and forth, and the strange tension that had built up inside him made it harder and harder to concentrate. He had to stop, if only for a moment, to calm himself down. His face twisted in frustration, not only at the mud but at his own body’s reaction to the situation.

For a few minutes, Jake climbed off the bike and stood there, taking deep breaths to regain control. Meanwhile, Marc was trying his best to free the truck, but he wasn’t making any progress either. Every time he tried to move forward or backward, the rear wheels spun in place, throwing up clumps of wet mud but sinking deeper into the muck. Marc’s mind was elsewhere, though. He couldn’t help but glance over at Jake every few seconds, his eyes tracing the lines of Jake’s muscular back and shoulders as he stretched, his boxers still clinging tightly to his skin.

Jake watched the tires of Marc’s truck spin, digging themselves deeper, and he forced himself to look away. Something about watching those tires spinning helplessly in the mud reminded him too much of what he had felt earlier on the motorcycle. It stirred that same strange sensation in him, one he wasn’t ready to confront just yet.

After a few minutes, Jake decided to give it another go. He mounted the motorcycle again, gripping the handlebars firmly, and this time he was careful. He revved the engine slowly, not wanting to let the back wheel lose traction too soon. The tire began to climb up out of the rut, little by little, and for a brief moment, it seemed like he might succeed. But then the incline steepened, and just as before, the back tire lost its grip and spun freely once more.

Frustration surged through Jake, and in a burst of desperation, he twisted the throttle to the max. The engine roared, and mud flew in every direction as the back wheel spun furiously. Determined not to give up, Jake started rocking the motorcycle back and forth, pushing and pulling with his whole body in an effort to gain any sort of momentum. The vibrations of the bike reverberated through him again, and this time, the motion of rocking back and forth only amplified that strange sensation in his groin.

Marc watched in awe as Jake fought with the bike. The way Jake’s bulging biceps flexed as he held onto the handlebars, the way his muscular legs strained against the mud—it was almost hypnotic. But what really caught Marc’s attention was the way Jake’s bulge, barely held back by his boxers, began to grind against the seat with each movement. Marc could feel his face growing hotter as he stared, unable to pull his eyes away.

Jake, lost in his effort, didn’t realize what was happening at first. But after a few minutes, he glanced down and saw the unmistakable outline of an erection pressing against the fabric of his boxers. His eyes widened in confusion, and his heart raced as he tried to process what was happening. He couldn’t understand why he was getting turned on by this. Was it the vibrations? The adrenaline? The mud? Whatever the reason, it was undeniable.

His face flushed with embarrassment as he looked up and noticed Marc staring at him. Marc’s eyes were locked on Jake, his face slightly red, and for a split second, Jake realized that Marc had been watching the entire time. There was a flicker of something between them—something unspoken, but impossible to ignore.

Jake felt a wave of confusion wash over him. He wasn’t sure what to say, and for the first time in a long time, he felt completely out of control.

“Man… what the hell…” Jake muttered under his breath, his voice full of confusion. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the bulge still pressing hard against his boxers. “I… I wasn’t even thinking about it…”
Marc, who had been standing nearby, watching the whole scene unfold, stepped forward. He could see the embarrassment in Jake’s eyes, the way his friend looked down at his own body as if he didn’t quite understand what was happening. Marc knew it was time for some calming words to comfort Jake.

“Hey, Jake,” Marc said, his tone calm and reassuring. He approached, muddy boots squelching with every step, and placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder. “It’s alright, man. There’s nothing to worry about.”
Jake looked up, still confused, his brow furrowed. “I don’t get it… I was just trying to get the bike unstuck, and now… this?”
Marc chuckled softly, trying to keep things light. “Look, it’s completely normal. You were using a ton of strength, man. You’ve got all that muscle, and with the vibrations from the engine, plus the mud, plus being… well, you know, only in your boxers, it’s no wonder your body reacted like that.”
Jake’s confusion didn’t quite disappear, but he seemed to be listening, trying to process what Marc was saying.
“I had a feeling something like this might happen,” Marc continued, keeping his tone supportive. “When you’re pushing your body that hard, especially a guy like you, it’s bound to happen. The strength, the effort—it all builds up, and sometimes, your body just reacts. You can’t hold back.”
Jake’s eyes widened slightly. “You mean… this kind of thing happens?”
Marc gave a nod. “Yeah, man. Especially when you’re using that much force. You were trying to push through the mud, the vibrations from the bike were going wild, and you’re only in boxers. It’s like the perfect storm.” He smiled, trying to ease Jake’s discomfort. “But it’s nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, it just shows how strong you are. You just need to push through it—don’t hold back. Use everything you’ve got, even if you gonna end up with a full grown boner in your boxers.”
Jake looked down at himself again, taking in Marc’s words. There was still a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, but Marc’s calm, nonchalant attitude seemed to help. Finally, Jake nodded, taking a deep breath.
“Alright,” he said, more to himself than to Marc. “Let’s do this.”
With a new sense of determination, Jake fired up the engine again, the motorcycle roaring to life beneath him. The vibrations returned instantly, rippling through his body, but this time, Jake didn’t hesitate. He revved the engine, harder than before, his muscles tensing as he leaned forward and put all his strength into trying to get the bike unstuck.
He instantly noticed his arousal growing again but this time feeling an unexpected sense of relief and confidence after hearing Marcs words. The tension between them had melted away, leaving something new—a strange but comfortable understanding. He had been holding back earlier, trying to control the sensations that were threatening to overwhelm him, but now he didn’t feel the need to restrain himself. He was ready to give it everything.

Marc also climbed back in his pickup truck starting up the engine, filling the air with a deep, rumbling sounds. The wheels where spinning, kicking up fresh sprays of mud as they dug deeper into the muck. Jake leaned forward on his motorcycle, his hands gripping the handlebars tightly as he revved the engine harder than before. He pushed against the bike with all his strength, his bulge pressing firmly into the tank.

To his surprise, he realized the vibrations were even more intense there. The throbbing hum of the engine ran through his entire body, but it was the way the tank pressed against him that sent an electric shock of pleasure down his spine. His breathing grew heavier, more ragged, as the sensations intensified. The vibrations pulsed through his groin, and before he knew it, Jake was grunting, the new more intense waves of arousal that were crashing over him. He could feel himself growing harder with each push of the bike.

He glanced down, his heart racing as he saw how stretched his boxers had become. His erection was painfully obvious now, the fabric barely containing him. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. The bike was finally starting to move, the back tire slowly cutting through the deep mud with renewed vigor. Jake gritted his teeth, torn between the relief of making progress and the overpowering pleasure that was taking hold of him.

Every inch he gained in the mud sent another jolt of pleasure through him, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep going without losing control. His body was tense, trembling as he rode the line between effort and release.

Meanwhile, Marc had found his rhythm too. He kept shifting gears, rocking his truck back and forth, using the momentum to slowly seesaw out of the rut. With a sudden jolt, the truck lurched forward, freeing itself from the mud. Marc smiled triumphantly for a second—until he hit another deep rut, and the back wheels spun wild again, kicking up even more mud.

Jake’s breath caught in his throat as he watched Marc’s truck get stuck once more. The sight of it—the truck sinking deeper, the back wheels spinning helplessly—was the final straw. The combination of the roaring engine, the relentless vibrations, and the sight of Marc struggling again pushed him over the edge.

His whole body tensed as he groaned loudly, unable to stop himself. The pleasure that had been building for so long finally crashed over him, and Jake felt the unmistakable release flood through him. He gasped, his body trembling as he ejaculated in his boxers, the wetness soaking through the thin fabric as he kept revving the engine. His mind was clouded with sensation, and he couldn’t bring himself to stop. It felt too good—too overwhelming to just stop now.

He rocked back and forth on the bike, his body moving in rhythm with the spinning tire, his throbing cock grinding along the seat, letting the last of his seed leak through the fabric. His boxers were soaked, the mess obvious as the white fluid seeped through the tight material, but Jake didn’t care. He was lost in the moment, every nerve in his body alive with sensation.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jake’s body went limp with exhaustion. He let out a long, ragged breath and switched off the engine, the sudden silence almost startling after all the noise. He slumped forward on the bike, completely spent.

Marc, who had been too focused on his own struggles, noticed that he couldn’t hear Jake’s motorcycle anymore. Concern flashed across his face, and he quickly jumped out of the truck, hurrying over to where Jake sat. “Hey, man, you alright?” Marc called as he approached.

When he reached Jake, he froze, his eyes widening slightly. Jake was still on the bike, his body covered in mud and sweat—but the most obvious thing was the huge, wet stain on his black boxers and the masses of cum smudged all over the seat. Marc stared for a moment before a knowing grin spread across his face.

“Jake…” Marc said, shaking his head with amusement. “Did you…?” He didn’t need to finish the question.

Jake, still catching his breath, looked up at Marc, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and post-climactic exhaustion. “Yeah… I… I couldn’t help it,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Marc chuckled, his grin widening. “Damn, man. I would’ve loved to see that happen,” he said, a teasing glint in his eye. “You were really into it, huh?”

Jake groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. “You have no idea,” he muttered, feeling both embarrassed and oddly relieved that Marc was taking it so casually.

Marc smirked and gave Jake a playful nudge on the shoulder. “Well guess what just happened in my boxers as I kept revving the hell out of my truck”

first of all i wanna say sorry for disapearing like that all of a sudden. but there where several reasons that made me go this way. it mainly where my relationship, selfdoubts and family stuff.... to make a long story short. however i never stopped enjoying getting stuck and i feel a lot more comfortable about living up to this more openly now.

for all who don't know me yet. i'm kevin, a guy enjoying it a lot getting stuck on motorbikes while only wearing boxers. it doesn't matter if it's just grass, deep mud or snow. the more it makes me struggle the better it is

I got new boxers so decided to go for a nice mudride into the forest to test how well they manage extreme pressure to hold back my boner once i'm fully stuck in deep mud.

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Stuck in mud – 00:29
— Kevin The Mudrider

i was wondering if any of you also enjoy some long time edging while being stuck? and if you do, for how long you keep going?

in my case i discovered this a few month ago and loved it since then. it just requires very slick and wet mud letting the backwheel spin just very slow when getting close, having my bulge pressed tight against the seat and trying to stay at this state of "almost cumming", only ocasionally humping for some extra excitement but of course carefully to not overdo it. when it's done right it feels very similar to an orgasm but lasts for way longer time. think the longest time i did was around 15 minutes. can't tell exactly cause i didn't had a watch. in most cases its around 5-10 minutes until i can't behave and overdo it, getting myself to that point of no return and shooting off the load.

i'm curious how it was for you to grow up with this fetish. especially from the moment on when you realised you are enjoying something complete different than what your friends do.

1. how did you feel about it?
2. you ever been worried because of this?
3. did you ever talk to friends about this topic?

in my case i had this fetish eversince i can remember and to me it was something complete normal that i enjoy seing stuck vehicle. but in secondary school when my friends started talking about girls and sharing sexy fotos of naked women from whatever magazines i started wondering what is so special about it. also when i got to know that my friends would get a boner from these pictures i was actually getting a bit worried thinking if something is wrong with me. at the same time though i couldnt help but enjoy fantasizing about stuck situations and watching motocross races always hoping for some bikers getting stuck. it just felt too good but still didn't understand. also around that time i realised i like to see buff shirtless guys. and suddenly it where muscled males getting stuck i was phantasizing about.

i also remember at the age of around 15 i think i started talking to friends about stucks but always doing the "a friend of mine trick" . so it was like

"yesterday i was hanging out with a friend at the pool and we where talking about the last motocross race and how they got stuck in the mud really badly. and suddenly i saw my friend getting a boner as we kept talking ".
i was always hoping that at least one of them would say something like " ohh well thats happening to me too.... feels pretty good" but guess you can imagine i never found anyone that way. it actually was even making things worse to me as i kept hearing reactions like "wow what a freak" or "haha such a weirdo"

when i was 17 - 19 those where quite dark years for me. i was feeling very lonely with that. i still had friends but it was always weird when they where getting to talk about girls and sexual stuff cause i totally coudlnt relate to anything they been saying. i also got in a phase of depression later. but not only because of the stuck thing. (my cat who been there almost my entire childhood died )
i also got very insecure about many aspects of my life and questioning many things. also part of me started hating this fetish and how it's not letting me have a normal life.

at the age of 20 or 21 i realised i can't be wasting my life like that. i slowly got over all the negative stuff and figured i don't have to live up to things that others would expect from me. i can just do whatever i want. so i started working out and setting the goal myself to achive the kind of stuck situation i always been dreaming of.

and now 10 years later there's nothing i would regret.

learned how to blur parts of a video so i can post this one finally heh
this happened on the honda of my friend @Mopedquaeler . he was letting me struggle for long time till i was completely spent

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUTeqeiQV7M

can't wait to do this again with you soon

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car 1 preview .mp4

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thats a question i often heard so far and also i started to ponder maybe it is up to us to keep passing on this kink?

i just remember a few years ago in sl i used to go to beaches with soft sand or to other stuck risky places and get stuck and spinning wheels to see the reaction of people. it didn't often happen but sometimes there actually where people telling me that they getting horny seeing how much i struggle without understanding why they do enjoy it. ­or one time someone asked me if he can "try this out " too. of course i let him and i could see he is not really trying to get unstuck. just enjoying the situation and the spinning wheel.
well back then i didnt exactly do that because i wanted to make sure this fetish wont die, it was just to find and meet those people who might be interested in this too. but now i wonder if this kind of stuff is something important to keep this fetish alive. i mean appereantly there are some people out there who are carrying this within them without knowing. so maybe it has to be us who give the one little spark for them to see.

also if we compare it with other fetishes it seems they are all somehow more "visible". for example, guys who are into leather or rubber. you see them at all sorts of pride parades or other public meet ups. of course not in sexual way but still. it would get others who don't know about it at least curious.

i know in our case it's a lot more complicated to show our kink to a wider mass but still could be worth to talk about it and look for ideas.

therefore i'm also more than happy that @stuckadam took so much effort to creat this place for us. now we might just have to see how we can avoid this becoming one little bubble that no one else see

this is a story from my time when i started working at a workshop for cars and motorcycles. they where having the driveway getting refurbished soon and right now there wasn't even concrete....the ground was just soil and dirt. it was my first day working there and my boss seemed to be very expectant about me, especially after he told me that this day i will be examed very hardly. he said it won't be easy to get this job at his company and i have to be very tough. so during this rainy day i had lot of various tasks, like changing oil here, replacing tires there and so on. later the day he told me to get the kawasaki ninja from a customer which was parked nearby and drive it into the garage.

easy task i thought but damn how wrong i was. the driveway was having a 20° incline and got all muddy from the rain. at the moment i tried to ride it up i suddenly heard the engine screaming up loudly causing quite hard vibrations to the seat but not driving forth. "damn the clutch must be broken" i tried it again more carefully this time but at a certain amount of presure it happened again. i looked back and realised the clutch was fine..... just the smoth backwheel was spinning and having a hard time to get any traction. suddenly i heard my boss who was standing in the door to not get wet from the rain only looking outside at me " hey, can you hurry up please!" i nodded and tried again but the backwheel was slipping as before and even as i tried to revv the engine up to the max it didn't drive forth...only increasing the vibrations underneath me. then i heard my boss saying: "ok fine, take off your shirt..." i looked at him a bit confused. "i said take off your shirt!....." still surprised but noticing he was serious i did as he said "and now put it under the wheel to increasy some traction." i felt the cold rain on my shirtles torso but did as he said and got back on the motorcycle to drive it up. this time very carefully....the shirt actually helped to drive forth a few inches but right at the moment the wheel left it behind it started spinning in the muddy driveway again, no matter how much i tried to push it forth. "ok stop, that won't work.....you have to use your pants too now!" he said. i looked at him even more confused and asked " are you serious?" with a serious look he answered " i'm not here to joke around.....take off your pants". so i opened the belt and unzipped my jeans as i saw my bulge, way bigger and stiffer than usual pointing "up" towards me. "damn...do i really have to..." he interupted: " hey do you want this job or what???" i said " well maybe it would be faster if you just come out and help me push it up there!" he stared at me angry " ok look, you either do what i say or you go home! there are enough others who will be applying for this job. do you understand?!" i was so mad at this person but just said " ok fine" unzipping the jeans fully and taking them off letting a huge bulge from my boner flop out barely hold from my tight boxerbriefs. i had no idea why this growth happened and it felt so strange but i did what i was told and got back on the motorcycle. i revved it quite decently and felt how these jeans literary gave the bike a good jumpstart and made it drive up but after a few seconds the backwheel started spinning again yet it was moving forth. "almost...." the bike slowed down gradually and as i almost made it to the top it got on another hold, the backwheel slipping with no effect besides of throwing lot of mudd behind. i leaned further to the forth to push even harder which was making my boner bulge laying flat on the seat and getting hit by all this vibrations. now i was really confused not knowing whats going on... i just knew this feeling is too much and was about to release the throttle as my boss was yelling " don't stop now!! you hear me? you almost made it so keep revving it!!!" i screamed back " i cant do this any longer!!! " noticing a white wet dot of precum on the tip of my bulge. "hey! i said keep revving, or you are fired!!" i was so mad at him this moment but kept holding the throttle even as the backwheel was buried halfway in the ground as i started feeling some prickeling on my hard cock causing me to moan loudly and cum hard in my boxers. a warm mass of white load was leaking through the tip of the bulge making a huge mess on the tank and seat. but the worst part was i still had to keep revving it no matter how sensitive my hardon was now right after the shot. it must have been a few minutes until the engine went out on its own. now i realised i failed. i won't get this job..... i knew i should be so disapointed but all i felt was a huge relief as i suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. my boss was beside me and said " it's ok....all good! actually very good! " he looked at the white mess i made " no one makes it up all the way the first time. in fact most of them don't even make it as far as you made it now.....so you definitely passed the exam! yes thats right. it was just an exam...." he kneeled down and looked very close at my cum drenched bulge still throbbing a bit.... "and i see you really gave it all" he said in deep voice. then he gave the boner a lick

i actually got me an electric dirtbike this summer and been driving it a lot. of course i do miss the sound and the smell of a combustion engine but the fact it is almost silent opens up many new oportunities. biggest advantage is i can now also enjoy places i would never dared to get stuck at cause there where houses or hiking paths nearby in hearing range.
also another advantage i didn't even think about is that since the engine is silent you can hear the actual sound of the tire spinning way better which makes it hot as well
here is a short clip of it so you can hear what it's like

video_2023-10-18_19-11-21.mp4

but of course it would never fully replace my "real" bikes. i would need both worlds heh

hey guys
i have been thinking about making way more stuck videos again. the only problem at the moment is time. my mom is getting very old and i have to help her with daily work at her house or groceries etc. doing all that besides of my dayjob is really tiring and i just don't have the energy and motivation to actually produce those videos like i used to do.
but there's a way this could be solved. i created an only fans page to upload my stuck content to and with your support i could at some point switch to a part time job that allows me to spend more time in filming / editing new videos.
for now as long as i'm still working my fulltime job i will be uploading a mix of old and new stuck content. once there are enough subscribers i'm definitely going to be able to create brand new content on regular base
maybe in the future also car stuck videos if enough people wish to see that
i'm also willing to do complete nude videos and pictures for those who been subscribed for +2 months

here is a little preview of the videos i have uploaded so far ( video is resized on here. the actual posts are going to be in HD for the most part except for some of the older phone videos

preview fin.mp4

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thought it would be nice to make some videos with an actioncam attached to my dirtbike. now you get to see how it always happens that i end up stuck this badly heh

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNzFelgKgoE

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Describe your first time you had to cum because of a real life stuck. it doesn't matter if you where stuck yourself, helping someone or maybe just watching secretly. i'd really like to hear how it was for you guys ( with all dirty details heh)
btw if you never jizzed from that yet, just tell us what was your first stuck situation in general

For me it was in winter on a snowy mountain. i often used to drive on it to take photos but never in winter. it was just a few weeks after i got my dirt bike and i never been able to enjoy a stuck long enough till i cum because i didn't discover many secluded places for that yet. Anyways, the mountain was the first one and the snowed path made it pretty much impossible to climb up. in the beginning it was easy as the path wasn't that steep. but after a few hundret meters the path went up all of a sudden and my backwheel lost all traction. i kept revving and pushing to see if the wheel can digg its way down to solid ground to have more grip but i was wrong and my cock rock solid by that time. i realised i have to take off my heavy leather jacket shirt and pants to reduce weight if i want to make it out of that rut i made*
so after taking off everything and putting it to the side of the path i sat on my dirt bike again, only wearing my boxers but with a stiff bulge in the front. i tried pulling the throttle very carefully and the bike moved forth. but at a certain point when the wheel must have been almost out of that rut it started spinning and slipping back in the hole making it even deeper. i started rocking it back and forth, humping it with all force but i couldn't make it out. by now i felt so horny i didn't even feel the coldness anymore. i tried it on second gear and the vibrations increased so much it caused me leak some pre. i knew if i can't make it out soon this whole trip will end here in a huge mess so i rammed the bike as hard as i can which definitely was the wrong strategy, causing my cock grind up and down harder against the seat. i already felt i won't make it and gave in to this situation, pulling the throtle to the max and having the biggest cumshot in my life. i must have been humping it for a minute while lots of cum was leaking through my boxers and making a huge mess on my seat. it was interesting seing my white stuff steaming for a while till it cool off. i still felt pretty warm until i noticed it'S the heat of the engine rising up and keeping my body warm. but what i felt even stronger was pure satisfaction. a kind of satisfaction i never felt before. i thought if i'd die now i wouldn't mind because i experienced the best thing in my life already. i know it sounds stupid or like if i have huge depression but thats not. and of course i never would think of suicide cause i still wanted to do it again very very soon. and this is just the start. back then i wasn't aware what amazing horny adventures awaits me and my dirtbike in the future.

*of course i know taking off clothes would never reduce enough weight to make it out of a stuck but i love to phantasise about this and act surprised how much more intense the vibrations feel when only wearing underwear on a stuck dirt bike.

here we can share virtually created stuck content.

in this video i was driving through the desert, only wearing boxers as it was a very hot day. all of a sudden there was a big mud pit and i got stuck very deep. luckily my friend came to "help" me out but you can see he couldn't resist to keep his hands away from my boner.
https://youtu.be/r4iXJd48vR8
https://youtu.be/r4iXJd48vR8