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 ”

I’ve had an interest in cars getting stuck, ever since I was 6. A scene in Jurassic Park 2 caught my eye—a guy trying to winch an entire bus using only an SUV. His tires spun helplessly, and I loved seeing his boots pound the gas and the roads of that engine (it went on until a couple of dinos ate him).

I’d hardly seen it happen in real life, until I was 17. That’s when Eric got his Tahoe stuck in our front yard. But even before and after that day, I got to see his tires spinning in our yard on several occasions. He’d always backed into the lawn before taking off onto the driveway. On rainy days, his big SUV tires would tear the soft ground up easily.

That thing had terrible traction lol. One time, he got trapped by wet leaves (I didn’t rake often ‍️)

“Lost in Frost”

It was a few days after Christmas. Close Buddies Ethan and Lenny were heading to their cabin for a nice relaxing weekend. Snow has already fallen on the day they were leaving, so they both bundled up.

Larry had finished packing when he heard the sound of Ethan's horn. He went outside, and carefully eyed his friend's Ford F350.

"Don't you think you should chain up?" Larry asked. "It's supposed to come down hard over the weekend.

Ethan smirked, then slapped the outside of his truck with his gloved hand. "Oh, I'm not too worried", he replied. "This beast can handle any weather that comes our way!"

Larry shrugged. "Ok, if you say so". He was a bit concerned, but he trusted his buddy's judgement--he'd been trudging trucks through mud, sand, and snow for a few years now. Besides, a part of him wanted to see Ethan get stuck. It always got one or both of them...excited

He threw his stuff in the back, then got into the passenger's seat. Ethan started the truck, then revved the engine a few times. "You ready, bud?" he asked Larry.

"Yup", he replied happily. With that, Ethan floored it. His tires spun in the icy road for a few seconds before taking off. Snow fell little by little as they travelled. Once the sun went down, it became rather heavy. Ethan gripped the wheel with both hands as the truck began the slip in the snow-covered road. As they neared the cabin, they went past a sign.

It read "DANGER! BLIZZARD TO COME!"

Larry, half concerned and half curious, looked over at Ethan. "Do you think we should...you know...turn back?"

Ethan reached over and rubbed his leg. "Awwwww, you worried?"

Larry nodded once.

"Well, don't", he said confidently, while giving his truck some more gas. "I've been wheeling before, I know how to handle the snow. And IF I get stuck, I've got you to help me out. Besides...", he continued, his gloved hand moving further up Larry's thigh, "I thought you liked seeing me get stuck ".

Larry blushed slightly, trying not to get hard. "Well, yeah...."

"Ok then!" Ethan said firmly as he drove toward the shoulder and floored it. Suddenly, his back tires caught an icy spot.

VRROOOOOM! VROOOOOOOM!! Ethan grinned as his truck started to lose traction. "Remember THIS?" He asked Larry as he his logger boots pounded the gas pedal. VROOOM! VRRRRRRRRR!!! ZZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZZZzzzzzz!!!!

Ethan's rear tires were trapped in the icy snow. The roar of his motor and sound of his spinning tires got Larry nice and hard. He couldn't help but rub away at his bulge. Ethan noticed this, and floored it. The whirring had him blowing in no time

"Let it all out?" Ethan asked teasingly, as he rubbed Larry's wet bulge.

"Yeah...", Larry replied sheepishly. "He noticed that Ethan had a bulge in his own jeans. "Do you...also wanna--"

In the middle of his sentence, a low moaning could be heard in the wind. The moan startled both men

"Nah...I can hold it for now", Ethan replied almost as sheepishly

"Oooohhhhh", Larry said jokingly, as he reached Ethan's bulge and rubbed his hardon gently. "Now who's worried?"

Ethan gathered his composure. "Ah, shut up!" he said with a slight smile. "I'd rather release MINE in the cabin". He put his truck in 4WD, then gave it some gas. It struggled in the snow, but broke free and continued until they got to the cabin. It was freezing outside, but inside the cabin it was nice and toasty.

Ethan wasted no time trying to rub his load out, while Larry unpacked their belongings, he could hear Ethan calling out to him from upstairs

When he got to the bedroom, Larry caught a glimpse of a shirtless Ethan in his unzipped jeans. He rubbed his visible hardon through his boxers.

“Hey there”, he said to Larry, casually

“Um, hey…” Larry replied, looking away. ”I thought you were gonna handle your, uh…”

“I couldn’t”, Ethan admitted aloud. “Sooooo, I was wondering if a sweet, willing buddy could…help me? ️”

Larry turned bright red.

“C’mon, please? Pleeeeeeease?”

Larry finally turned and looked at Ethan. ”Alright, alright!” He hopped into the bed, and helped his friend release his seed, a few times. They were horsing around so much, they couldn’t hear the low moans that carried in the freezing winds outside.

“Hey”…Ethan said, out of breath, “did you hear that? 🧐”

Larry paused. “Hear what?”

“Did you hear a moan just now?”

Larry scratched his head. “The only moaning I heard was yours…”

Ethan grabbed and pinned him down, having forgotten what he heard. “Oh, yeah? ”

They continued halfway through the night, before passing out.

The next morning, Ethan and Larry bundled up and head outside for some snow-wheeling. Last night’s snow storm left almost a foot of snow. It almost went over their boots

The thought of them tackling that deep snow got both of them twitching in their pants. They hopped in, and Ethan started the truck. Facing the stark-white wonderland before them, he revved the engine. He gripped one hand on the wheel, and his other hand gripped Larry’s.

“You ready?” He asked. Larry responded with a nod.

“Okay. One…two…THREE!!” At three, Ethan was nearly floored. His truck handled the snow nicely in four-wheel drive, until they reached the more uncharted territory. Every now and then, they’d hit icy spots, making the tires squeal and trapping the truck for a few seconds at a time. By then, they were both leaking pre___.

Suddenly, the winds began roaring, almost as loudly as the truck. An especially strong gust send them sliding into an icy ditch.

Both men breathed heavily, especially Larry. When Ethan reached over to touch his shoulder, Larry nearly jumped. “Sorry”, he said softly. “You ok?”

“Yeah”, Larry replied. “But that was a freaky gust, huh?”

“Yeah…..”

Ethan put his truck in gear, and tried to free his truck from the ditch. ZZZZZZzzzzzzzZzzZzzzzz!! zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzz!!! After a five or six attempts, he got them loose and continued trekking the snowy trail.

Afterward, he refilled his truck’s gas tank, and they headed back to the cabin. As night fell, they rested in bed as another snowstorm approached them. The roaring winds and the slight pats as snow fell kept them awake for a while.

“Hey…” Larry wondered, “do you think we’ll make it back?”

Ethan thought for a bit, then turned to Larry. “Sure, man. Like I said before: there’s nothing my truck can’t handle ”.

“Ok…”

“C’mon, bud. Relax!” Ethan wrapped his arm around Larry. “We can make it. We got 4WD, we got chains, we’ve got gear to keep us warm, we got each other…” he squeezed Larry tighter.

“Ok…ok!” Larry started to laugh as he nudged Ethan. “Sorry for worrying you”.

“It’s alright”, Ethan replied. “Anyway…did you enjoy this weekend?”

“I sure did. I always enjoy seeing you tackle the terrain!”

Ethan blushed. “Awwwww. Well, what do you say when we get back home, we can tackle the ice some more? Get stuck a little, relieve each other a little…”

Larry squirmed in Ethan’s arms. “Yeah…I’d like that ”

They fell asleep in each other’s arms. Ethan was pretty sure he could get them home. But in the back of his mind, he couldn’t shake the feeling…

On Sunday, it was time to leave. They packed their belongings and loaded them into Ethan’s truck. When he got in and cranked it, it wouldn’t start.

“Dammit!” Ethan growled, as he continued to crank it.

“I’ll check everything and lock up”, Larry said over the cranking truck. Ethan nodded, than continued trying to start it.

Larry turned everything off, and soon after he heard the truck roar to life. He let out a sigh of relief, then jumped when Ethan roughly revved the engine. He got into the passenger seat, and crossed his fingers as Ethan put the truck in gear.

VrrrrRRRRRRrrrrrr!! The truck struggled to leave the icy driveway. Ethan eased his way out, and little by little, they made it to the mailbox. Then it got caught in a slick spot, and the tries spin helplessly. Ethan growled and smirked, before flooring it. ZzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzz!! The tires spun so hard they could smell the rubber burning from the friction. Before long, they broke free with a hard ERRRRRRT, as the tires hit the plowed asphalt.

“WHOO!” Ethan exclaimed, as he regained control of the truck and sped down the road.

Larry sighed in relief. Though deep down, he wished they could’ve been stuck a little longer…

More than halfway done with the return trip, it began to snow. The closer they go to home, the harder it fell. The high winds made it difficult from Ethan to steer, and the slick road made it even more difficult.

“Should we chain up?” Larry asked with a hint of concern.

Ethan grinned. “Nah, not yet. I can handle this!”

Larry looked on with a nervous face. Seeing this, Ethan decided to tease him a little by driving off the road and back on again. When he got off the shoulder, the tires would spin helplessly for a few seconds before he made it back on the road. Larry started to get hard, and his worry turned into excitement.

Ethan reached over and rubbed Larry’s crotch. Larry could help but moan while Ethan’s strong, gloved hand teased his hardon. As they slowly zigged and zagged down the road, a freak blast of wind steered the truck off the road completely. The truck’s hard-spinning tires made Larry blow a load in a mere minute.

“Whoa!” Ethan shouted, both by the wind and Larry’s load which seeped through his jeans and made his leather glove shine slightly. He turned over to his friend. “You ok, buddy?”

“Yeah”, Larry answered weakly. He sat up in his seat, then asked “What the hell’s with that weird weather?”

“I know!” Ethan replied. “That gust hit my truck like a damn fist ”

The wind blew once more, beginning to cover the truck in snow.

“We’ve gotta get out of here”, Larry said in a worried tone.

“Okay!” Ethan replied. “Let’s GO!”

He hit the gas, but the truck was trapped in the deep snow. He threw it in 4WD, but even then he could only inch bit by bit even when he floored it. Taking no more chances, the men exited the truck and chained its tires.

“Come on, bud!” Larry cheered. “You got this!”

Ethan turned red, and felt the adrenaline flowing through him. He put his truck in 4WD, and floored it again. After a few minutes of slipping, scraping, and spinning, they managed to escape the snowbank and headed for the road. He saw Larry, who went from aroused to nervous. Ethan started to feel a little worried himself. He thought it weird how the blizzard was toying with them. It was almost as though….it wanted to trap them.

Ethan patted Larry’s shoulder, trying to console him. “Don’t worry. I WILL get us outta this!” he said to him.

Larry looked to his friend, and smiled. “Okay”, he said.

Ethan diverted his attention toward getting them back to the road. The wind pushed against the truck, making it even harder for them to go forward. “Come ON, dammit!” Ethan shouted, doing his best to reach the road. Suddenly, the overworked truck stalled, and started to slide back toward the snowbank.

“No!” Ethan yelled. “No, NO!” He began to crank the truck. “Come on, baby! Don’t do this to me!” As the headlights flicked on and off while the truck struggled to start, both men went from worried to scared.

“Hurry Ethan, PLEASE!” Larry shouted shakily.

“Come on, come ON!” Ethan shouted at his truck. After a few tries, it finally started back up. He revved the engine, and charged toward the road once more. The strong winds and ice beneath the chained tires continued to assault them, but Ethan managed to escape their clutches and get back on the road.

After a few more minutes, the blizzard had subsided. By then, both the guys and the truck were worn out. Larry laid back in his seat, speechless, when he felt Ethan grab his hand. He looked over at his weak smile.

“Told ya”, Ethan said weakly. “Told ya I’d get us out”

“Yeah…” Larry replied, just as weakly. He unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over, and hugged Ethan.

“Whoa, Whoa-hoa!” Ethan laughed as the truck swerved slightly.

“…my hero ️”

Ethan gripped the wheel with both hands, and sped towards their hometown. Far behind them, you could hear the wind picking back up

The were two ways to get to the cafe; the usual way was a long winding road, but there was also a “shortcut” people would take via an off-road path, which usually cut the arrival time by half

It’d been raining for a few days, so this path had turned to mud. Even though most people didn’t take that path when it rained, a few daring guys would take it anyway and get stuck, causing multiple ruts. And of course, there were the usual bumps and ditches here and there.

Joel faced the entrance to the shortcut, and Lyle asked him: “Are you sure you wanna go this way?”

Joel took a deep breath, put his hands on the wheel, and started to rev his engine. “Yeah”, he replied with a grin on his face

The revs made Lyle stiffen, and he placed a hand over his lap to cover the growing boner. Lyle shouted over the truck’s engine: “But what if we get stuck or something?” The truck was big and powerful, but it also had street tires; it getting stuck was almost a given. It was without a doubt the truck from last night.

Joel looked over at Lyle and winked. “We’ll see what happens.”.

Like that, the truck took off into the muddy path. At first, there wasn’t much struggle. But then, as the path turned into a slight incline, Joel’s truck lost speed and momentum, causing the motor to roar louder and the tires starting to spin. The struggling truck got Lyle even harder; he took off his jacket and laid it over his lap. Joel noticed and looked over at him.

“Is everything alright?” he asked in a concerned tone.

Lyle answered back sheepishly, “S-sure, I’m okay ”

Just then, the truck hit a bump and stopped. Joel cranked the truck back up, and hit the gas. The truck’s back tires were spinning hard; the truck was stuck in a ditch.

“Ah, shit. Come on, come on, come ON!” Joel growled as he floored the truck, but the ditch wouldn’t let him go

Seeing Joel struggling to free his truck made Lyle so hard that it began to hurt. While Joel was focused of breaking free, he started to rub himself slowly under his jacket; he wanted to savor the moment, but didn’t want to cum in his new buddy’s truck, or for him to notice

“Hey, Lyle?”

“Lyle.”

“Lyle!”

Joel took his foot off the gas and gripped Lyle’s free arm.

“LYLE!!!”

Lyle stopped edging, regained his senses and look over at a serious Joel. “Oh! Sorry...”

“Can you see how bad we’re stuck?”

“Sure”. Lyle stuck his head out the window. Both back tires were hooked in the ditch; there was no way they were moving without a tow or a push

Joel got out of the truck, while Lyle scooted into the drivers seat. On Joel’s signal, Lyle started to hit the gas. The truck was still struggling to move, but after a few hard pushes it finally broke free

Joel drove them to the cafe, and they had their lunch in silence. They took the long way back; every now and then, Joel would look over at Lyle as if he wanted to ask something, but didn’t say anything. They got back to school, when Lyle broke the silence

“I’m glad we went. Thanks for inviting me.”

Joel looked over at Lyle and grinned. “I’m glad I could show you a good time! We should do this more often...”

As Joel went into the building, Lyle turned and looked at Joel’s truck, the bottom half of which was coated in mud. He went straight to the bathroom and rubbed one...or rather, three...out.
Afterward, a thought crossed his mind:

“I’m almost certain Joel was the one spinning his tires last night. I bet if he does this regularly; maybe I could get him on video...”

Lyle and Joel hung out more, and became good friends. But they hadn’t had another episode like on that day; when they went somewhere, it was always on paved roads. Meanwhile, Lyle kept watch after school over the next week, hoping to catch Joel getting stuck...to no avail

On a Saturday night, Lyle was awoken by the sound of Joel’s revving truck. Once he heard tires spinning, he head out of his house and in the direction of the noise...

The next day, Joel was absent from school. At the end of that day, he sent a text to Lyle:

“Hey, Lyle! If you’re free, please meet me at the park tomorrow morning.”

Lyle was happy that Joel wanted to meet with him, but in the back of his mind he was kinda worried that he knew about last night. He contemplated going or not going; in the end Lyle decided to meet with Joel.

It was a chilly, cloudy Sunday morning. The park was mostly empty, since everyone was at church. There was one obvious exception; a single parking space, occupied by Joel’s truck, which looked completely clean. A little further was a cluster of tables—at the table next to the wall, Joel was sitting. He waved at Lyle and motioned for him to come tot the table; Lyle sat across from him.

After exchanging greetings, Lyle asked, “So, why’d you wanna meet up?”

Joel looked at him and said with a straight face: “I’ve got something special planned for us. But first, I wanted to talk to you about something...”.

Here it comes, Lyle thought.

“You might have guessed by now, by I like muddin’. At first, I did it to clear my head or kill time...but eventually I also did it to satisfy my ‘urges’ and stuff like that...”

“I see”, Lyle said evenly. He was relieved, because it turned out Joel was a true blue mudder :3

“So...the reason I called you here is, I wanna go muddin’ and I want you to be my co-pilot.”

When Joel said that, Lyle blushed a little. Joel saw this and smirked.

“I know you’re the same kinda guy. That you like the roar of my motor, the sound of my tires spinning. You’re my type of bud—sweet, adventurous, kinda naughty...”

“Naughty?” Lyle said, trying to sound innocent

“Yeah, naughty”, Joel replied, letting out a chuckle that both startled and aroused Lyle. “I know you were spyin’ on me the other night...”

Lyle chuckled himself, and replied: “N-no, I wasn’t sp—(Aaah!)”

Lyle was interrupted by a moan caused by a pleasurable feeling from below. Lyle looked under the table, and saw Joel’s size 14 boot pressed against his crotch.

“You were saying?”

“I...I wasn—(Aaah!) (Mmmm...)”

Joel leaned his back against the wall, so his foot could press against Lyle’s boner freely. He started pressing on it as though he was revving his truck

“I know you were there, Lyle. Those bushes can’t hide a cat much less a man, but I turned on the headlights to confirm.”

Between his shock at getting caught and his arousal from the foot job, Lyle was at a loss for words. All he could do was try to remove Joel’s foot from his crotch, but the harder he pushed the big boot with his hand, the harder Joel pressed

“If you don’t wanna soak your jeans”, Joel said with a rough tone, “then just admit you were peepin’.”

Lyle was close to cumming; even though Joel was a big strong guy, he knew how to be gentle (and rough) enough to satisfy. He had to come clean...

“Okay, OKAY!” Lyle shouted. “I admit that I was spying, I’m s-sorryyyyy!”

Joel stopped pressing on Lyle, but didn’t remove his boot. “Look, I’m not mad at you for peepin’. I like that you enjoy seeing me spinning my tires in the mud. I just don’t want you to feel like you gotta hide that from me. We’re friends, right?”

“Right” Lyle replied. At that point, Joel lowered his foot and leaned forward from the wall.

“Are you sure you’re not mad...or weirded out?” Lyle asked.

“Nah”, Joel replied with a smile. “I’ll let it slide—on one condition.”

Lyle raised an eyebrow, as Joel’s smile turned from sweet to devilish...

“You gotta be my co-pilot while I mud, from today til next Sunday. No spyin’....” Joel leaned forward. “....and no hidin’ your hand under your jacket! ”

Lyle blushed again. He knew about THAT time too...

“When my truck hits the mud, I’ll take care of you...if you catch my drift”. Joel slid his boot into Lyle’s lap again, and pressed on his crotch

“G-got it, Joel!” Lyle said shakily. Then, he grabbed Joel’s leg from under the table. “Aaaaand, I’d like to ‘take care’ of you too ️“, he said, rubbing Joel’s foot through his Ariat.

Joel boned up, and replied: “I wouldn’t want it any other way, bud! ”.

With that, Lyle and Joel got into the truck, and drove to an grassy field. There were no cameras, no guards, and no interruptions—they could do whatever they wanted. Joel started to rev his engine, and gripped Lyle’s hand

“You ready?”

“You bet!” Lyle replied

Joel let out a bellowing “WHOO!” as he floored the gas pedal and went straight into the field!

Joel’s truck landed in the field, and he drove straight toward the center of it. When he reached the middle, he braked; the tires squelched in the wet field, making his truck slide a few feet before it stopped.

“The ground’s pretty wet, so there’s almost no traction”, Joel remarked with a smirk. “This is gonna be fun! ”

Joel gunned the engine, and rode his truck in wide circles. His tires slid around in the grass, quickly turning parts of the field into a muddy mess. Lyle was starting to get antsy seeing Joel drive so recklessly in the mud; he unbuckled his seatbelt and started to rub Joel’s leg. He immediately braked, and the truck skidded to a halt. He turned to Lyle and smiled

“You just can’t wait to get stuck, can you?”

“Nah, I can’t”, Lyle replied softly

Joel put his truck in drive and hit the gas, but the truck wouldn’t move. He pressed it a bit harder making the engine roar, but the Ram wouldn’t move at all.

“Fuck...”, Joel said through his teeth

Lyle was already rock-hard; he couldn’t help but start to rub himself. Joel stopped him, and said, “Remember what I said earlier: I’LL take care of you! ”.

While Joel spun his tires in the mud, he unzipped Lyle’s jeans and rubbed his cock through his underwear; Lyle started to moan and squirm in his seat, holding onto Joel’s arm. Joel smiled, and revved his truck even harder, shouting “C’mon, baby, C’MON!!”.

“You’re so good at this!” Lyle yelled over the motor. “Dont hold back, Joel! ”

“You asked for it!” he replied. He wrapped his fingers around Lyle’s cock, and started jerking him off. Lyle’s moaning got louder and louder, and so did the whine of Joel’s tires. All of a sudden, the Ram broke free from its muddy clutches; at that point, Lyle burst in his underwear and jeans

Joel rubbed Lyle’s leg and laughed. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you? ”

“You bet!” Lyle replied happily. “You’re really good at this”

Joel blushed a little bit. “Thanks! But you ain’t see nothin yet, bud! It’s time for Round 2”

Joel drove through the mud, messing the ground up even more. The truck kept getting stuck and unstuck, until it hit a rough ditch. Joel couldn’t escape it even after flooring the gas...and all of a sudden, the engine cut off. Joel started to crank the Ram, but it wouldn’t start

“Shit, the engine’s stalled!” He shouted

While he kept cranking, Lyle unbuckled his seatbelt again, and rubbed Joel’s driving leg and bulge. Joel stopped cranking and looked over and Lyle with a smirk

“What’re you doin, buddy?” Joel asked, though he already knew the answer.

Lyle smiled back at Joel and rubbed his hard-on

“I’m gonna help us get outta here”, he replied. “Now it’s my turn to take care of YOUR needs ”

Mick woke up, still a little groggy from last night. It was a Sunday, so he was off of work. Normally, he would spend his Sundays lounging around the house, but today he felt the need to go for a nice, relaxing ride through mud. He had a map of the town, with good spots for mudding marked here and there.

“Hmmmm”, Mick pondered. “I think...I’ll go here today!” He drew a circle around what he thought would be a good place for a trial run.

The place in question was a dried lakebed. It had some stability, but there were soft spots that could easily eat up trucks like quicksand. “I bet that place would be tricky even for me”, he added with a chuckle. With that, he put on some fresh clothes, washed off his logger boots, and headed straight for the lakebed.

Once he reached it, he stopped right in front to scope the place out. It was a shallow crater; the ground looked the same throughout, so Mick couldn’t tell the muddy spots from the hard dirt.

Mick got back in his Jeep, took a deep breath, and drove in a straight line through the lakebed. It seemed to hold out nicely, but as he got closer to the center, the ground got softer and softer. Soon enough, his tires started to dig into the ground until he got stuck.

“Damn!” Mick exclaimed. He put his Jeep in reverse, and hit the gas. The tires spun for a good two minutes before he broke free from the mud.

“That’s some rough stuff”, he remarked. He backed up, and sped through the lakebed once more; he drove over a few more muddy spots, but his speed helped keep him going...until he landed in a rather wide spot that caught his Jeep. He hit the gas, but his SUV wouldn’t budge an inch.

“Come on, baby! Come on!!” He counties ramming his boot on the gas pedal, but it was no use. The mud was like clay, and the harder he revved, the deeper it sank.

Finally, Mick became frustrated and punched the horn, making it blare across the lakebed. He decided to switch to 4WD, and gave it another go.

“You can do this!” He snarled to his Jeep, as his pressed the gas pedal on and off. The four tires struggled in the mud, making loud ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz, rrrrrRRRRRRRrrrrr noises that got Mick boned up. He started to rub on his bulge while he tried to free his Jeep. “Come on...” he said between his moans, “come oooonnnnn...”.

After a good five minutes of tire spinning, he was able to make it out without blasting in his jeans. He quickly doubled back and head for his house—THEN he released his load .

Afterward, Mick marked the riverbed with a star, indicating it was an exceptional mudding spot. As evening fell, he laid in his bed, exhausted.

“That was a PRET-TY good trial run, if I do say so myself “, he remarked. He flipped onto his back, and continued, “Spring is right around the corner. Then that’s when the REAL fun begins...”

He smirked, before drifting off to sleep.

@Hard-Drifter said in YouTube:

Powerline 19 May 2018 – 05:52
— Sir Stuck-a-Lot

One of my all time favorites

The fall semester passed by quicker than expected; Lyle and Joel met up at least twice a week to study, fool around, or just hang out. And of course, on Sundays they hit the mud—usually taking Joel’s truck. And each time they got stuck, it gave them more opportunities to push each other’s buttons.

Before long, it was December, and with it came winter break. After a very muddy Sunday, Joel and Lyle washed off at Joel’s house. The next morning, Lyle woke up and looked out the window; it snowed overnight, and now their area was covered in a blanket of snow and ice.

Lyle looked over at the still-asleep Joel. “Hey, big guy! Wake up, you’ve gotta see this !”

Joel woke up and groggily walked to the window. The sight of the snow made him peek up immediately.

“This is gonna be a great day”, Joel replied. “Bundle up, bud, we’re goin’ for a joy ride!”

Lyle wore his denim jacket, grey jeans, fingerless leather gloves, and a pair of black combat boots. Joel wore a dark green hoodie, black jeans, black leather driving gloves, and his favorite Ariats. They headed off to Joel’s truck, and got in.

“Ok, here we go!” Joel said eagerly, before cranking his truck...only to find out it wouldn’t start. “Shit...he’s a bit cold this mornin’!” Joel pumped on the gas pedal and cranked away at the Ram for about five minutes.

Lyle raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure he’s up for the task?” He asked with a sly smile.

Joel smirked back at Lyle. “Don’t worry, he’ll start. He’s just bein’ difficult”. Joel cranked his Ram and stomped the pedal, until it finally started.

“See? No prob!” Joel remarked.

He put his truck in drive, but it wouldn’t budge from its parking spot. “Aw, COME ON!” Joel yelled, as he slammed his boot on the gas; the tires made several loud “ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz!!” sounds as they struggled against the ice. Joel put the truck in reverse, but it would only go so far; he put it in drive again and floored it, but the tires just kept spinning hard in the snow.

“Lyle”, Joel said through his gritted teeth, “can you give me a push? I think I can break free, I just need a little help.”

Lyle complied. He got out, and when Joel slammed his foot on the gas pedal, Lyle pushed from the outside. It didn’t move to far, but Joel wouldn’t let his foot off the gas for anything. The air stank of Joel’s Ram exhaust, and the smell of burning rubber. The sound of his revving motor and the tires spinning filled both their ears, and got them revved up too.

Lyle couldn’t help it anymore, and while Joel was spinning his truck tires helplessly in the snow, Lyle rubbed himself through his jeans, intoxicated by Joel’s struggling truck. Joel saw Lyle in his mirror, and pressed his foot harder on the gas til the pedal hit the floor. The roaring engine and squealing tires took hold of Lyle, and he kept rubbing until he came in his pants.

When Lyle got back in the truck, Joel looked dead into his eyes and gave him an evil smile.

“You’re not slick, you know? ”, Joel said, before rubbing Lyle’s crotch with his leather gloved hand. “I’m gonna make you explode all over again!”

Joel revved his engine a few times, before putting the truck in drive and pounding the gas pedal.

“Come on, come on, come ON, COME ON!!” Joel shouted as his engine and tires screamed. By now, the snow under the tires had melted, and the truck was digging into the dirt underneath. It caused the ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz, zzzzZZZZZZZzzzzz sounds to grow even louder each time Joel floored it. He held his foot to the floor, and the roaring engine made Lyle “explode” all over again.

Joel turned the engine off, and they got out to see their progress—the truck made it about two or three yards, and the tire spinning made a large muddy rut behind them. They still had a ways to go before they could escape Joel’s driveway.

“Let’s take a break...”, Joel suggested. “We can try again after the Ram cools down.”

With that, they headed back in Joel’s house to “take a break” :3