A couple years ago, it snowed a decent amount. Where I am, snow doesn’t come often so I decided to go exploring.

Not long after I stepped outside, I heard this engine revving in the distance. I didn’t pay it much mind at first, but then it got a little louder and longer. So I followed the sound, only to discover a guy trying to free his Mustang from its icy parking space. He had summer tires, so they had no traction even though the ice was fairly thin. I watched him spin his tires, but no matter how hard he revved that motor, the car wouldn’t go forward. On the contrary, it slid into the grass behind him

So he kept trying to break free, causing his car to dig into the snow, and eventually the ground. At that point I decided to push him out, secretly rubbing against the back of his car and rubbing the hot exhaust pipe as he floored the gas pedal

I recently saw one scenario that got me curious...

In a horror movie, set on a rainy night: this guy chased after this person. The person got to their car, but it wouldn’t start. The villain was right in front of the headlights...then he wasn’t.

So they finally got it started, and when they did, a second set of headlights appeared behind their car. The villain had a truck, and attached a winch to the back of their car. As the person tried to drive away, the winch pulled on the car, causing their tires to spin and dig into the wet dirt helplessly, until they were stuck in the mud and forced to abandon their car.

I started thinking, “Wouldn’t it be hot if guys captured other guys’ cars, and forced them to get stuck? ‍️“

My liking to stuck/revving cars started at around age 15. There was this guy who’d always visit our home, named Eric. He had this black Chevy Tahoe, with large tires and a rough sounding engine. Several times before he’d leave, id ask him to rev his Tahoe for me, and he always would :3. That powerful engine always made me hard, and after he left I’d bust a nut or two.

And it wasn’t just his truck that did it for me—it was also seeing Eric wear his tight work clothes, and seeing his left hand grip the wheel, and his Italian loafer creased while he revved. During the colder season, he’d sport red timberland boots and casual wear

In January of the year 2011, a miracle occurred; it snowed heavily in GA. Regardless, he still swung by, and since Mom blocked off our driveway (she didn’t want cars sliding all the way into our backyard), Eric parked in our yard instead. As he was leaving, the ice caught his rear tires and before long he was spinning helplessly in the snow. I (17 at the time) went outside to push him (though I didn’t actually help until his fourth attempt to break free). He eventually spun his way out, and as thanks he gunned his engine for me before leaving

My only regret was that I wasn’t able to catch it on video

I LOVE when he does missions like this :3

The first time I came across a car getting stuck via video (outside of YouTube) was in the movie “Snowbound”. The first time I saw it, I rubbed one out to Jim stubbornly trying to free that truck from the snow bank. Since then, Id annually search YouTube for the full movie—just for that scene

...!

Out of curiosity, I’d like to ask: What’s your first or favorite stuck movie/TV scene?

Which cars do you enjoy seeing get stuck? Or alternatively, what kind of vehicle would you use to get stuck?

In my case…Naturally, I’d want the car to have a nice, roaring engine—it goes great with the sound the tires make while they’re spinning in the mud or snow. Apart from that, though, I have two main types:

Type A is a car that I know would get stuck easily—a RWD muscle car, SUV, or truck (namely the third). Drive somewhere with little traction, and in a few minutes…zzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzz!!!

Type B, on the other hand, would be a nice and powerful truck with 4WD. Something that’d be a real challenge to trap in the mud, but once you do….️

Lyle woke up the next morning, the mystery guy still in his head. The first thing he did was look out his window, but the truck was gone.

Lyle decided to get ready for class at community college. It was a cold, rainy day so he put on a denim jacket, jeans, and his favorite logger boots and headed out. Since his bike wasn’t mobile, Lyle took the bus.

When he got to the campus, he spotted a large grey Dodge Ram parked near the entrance. The chassis and windows were spotless, but the tires had a little mud on them. Lyle started to stiffen, and wondered if that was the truck from last night. More importantly, if the truck was parked at the college, that meant that the driver was most likely a student or teacher.

“This might be a fun year ”, he said to himself.

Classes were in session, but Lyle’s mind was elsewhere. During third period, however, someone caught Lyle’s attention. A tall, buff guy with brown hair walked into the classroom—a new and tardy student. He was beardless and wore a grey hoodie, black jeans, and square toed Ariat boots.

The teacher looked at the guy with a disapproving gaze. “Nice of you to join us.”

The guy looked at the teacher, then the class. He gave a nervous smile, then replied in a soft, southern voice:

“I’m sorry, sir; it’s my first day, so I got a little turned around ”

His response was so sweet that the teacher couldn’t be mad at him. The guy took a seat right behind Lyle. Throughout the class, there were murmurs from the other students circled around the new guy; girls talking about how cute he was, jealous chatter from the guys, and the like. Lyle was rather curious about the hunk behind him, too. He wondered how nice it’d be if he were the mystery driver, when his daydreaming was interrupted by a series of “Hey!” from behind him.

Lyle turned around, and met the new guy’s gaze. “Yeah?”

“This might be kinda sudden, but do you wanna meet up after school?”

Lyle thought it over. He didn’t see any harm. “Sure, man”

The guy smiled. “Cool”

Lunchtime came around, and sure enough, the guy was outside waiting for him; he was leaned up against the Ram from earlier

“Oh...my...GOD!” Lyle thought. His began to blush

“Oh hey...Lyle, was it?” The guy waved Lyle over to him. “You ready to go?”

Lyle looked up at the guy. “Sure thing, man. Nice truck ”

“Thanks! Hop in.”

Lyle climbed into the passenger’s seat, while Joel hopped into the driver’s seat. When he started the truck, the engine let out a roar, then rumbled evenly under them. Lyle could feel himself stiffen...

As Joel pulled out and sped down the road, Lyle sheepishly asked “So...where are we heading?”

“Oh yeah, there this cafe I visited not too long ago. It’s kind of a challenge getting there, but i promise It’ll be worth it!”

Lyle’s heart started to race almost as much as the engine, because he knew exactly why it was a “challenge getting there”.

“Yup...definitely gonna be a good year” he thought, as the truck turned down a dirt road...

Joel’s house was two houses down from Lyle’s. To get there, he had to trek through the wet front yard of the empty house between them. Lyle was eager to capture Joel’s truck on video, but didn’t wish to get caught; he crouched down behind a row of bushes that separated that house’s yard from Joel’s yard. Since the bush was just tall enough to hide his lowered body, and the truck’s headlights were off, Lyle felt he was well-hidden; he started to record Joel’s truck in action.

Joel had been doing donuts in his yard, but since the rain from a few days ago made the ground wet and soft, he ended up getting stuck easily. He started to floor the gas pedal, but the truck only moved a short distance before the back tires began to sink into the mud. The smell of gas and burnt ground got Lyle boned up pretty good, and he started to rub his cock through his jeans with his free hand while he continued to record Joel in the darkness.

Joel put his truck in reverse, then rammed the gas again; the tires spun for a bit, then broke free from the rut. And that point, the truck was facing in Lyle’s direction, and the engine suddenly turned off. At that point, Lyle stop recording, having thought the engine stalled, and waited for Joel to start it back up. Instead, the truck’s headlights flashed on. Lyle’s heart skipped a beat; he felt as though Joel had gotten suspicious. Despite that, he didn’t move a muscle, though his heart was beating a mile a minute

After a few minutes of sitting there, Joel finally started his Ram back up; the headlights was still on. Then, he revved his engine—each time, a little harder than the last. Lyle was horny, but also a bit scared of what Joel would do next. Suddenly, he put the truck in reverse, backing his truck up until the spinning tires screeched on the driveway behind him. Then he made a few turns on and off the pavement, until the truck was properly parked. Joel got out, let out a loud “WHEW!”, and head into his house

Lyle, having recovered from his fear, turned and scurried into his own house. After leaving his muddy boots at the door, he dashed to his room and played the video he recorded. Though the visual was predictably low, the sound of his engine revving and tires spinning came through perfectly. Lyle rubbed out load after load, until he was sore. Afterward, he showered and laid in bed. He felt a level of accomplishment for having gotten Joel on video...but also felt kind bad that he hid his passion from him. He was worried how Joel would take the news, since he’s had a few friends leave him when they found out. Nevertheless, Lyle thought he should tell him eventually (leaving out tonight’s recording, of course).

Meanwhile, Joel stepped out of the shower, thoroughly satisfied with his “work” on the yard. He changed into some pajamas, threw his cum-stained boxers and jeans in the hamper, and laid onto his bed face-up. He said to himself with a smirk:

“I’m glad I moved here! Good school, good work, I can mud without any restraint, and I’ve got a great bud by my side...”

He stopped mid-sentence, and started to get hard

“...and I bet he’ll love mudding by my side as well, since I’ve just confirmed he enjoys it as much as I do...maybe more so!”

He started to rub his hard-on slowly, and staring at the ceiling he continued:

“I’ve been waiting for a guy like him to come around. Cool, good lookin’ and he shares my passion of rubber hittin’ the mud! (He started to rub a little faster). Mmmmmm Idk why he’s (Aah!) hiding it from me though...when it’s so obvious. I’ll have to...squeeze some answers outta him soon ”

Joel flipped onto his side, and blew a load onto his mud-covered boots laying on the floor below.

When Lyle woke up the next morning, Joel had left his house. On his side on the bed was a note that read:

“Morning, Sunshine

“So you know, I went home to get a few things for our muddy adventure. I’ll be back in about a hour, so be ready by then. I can’t wait to ride with you!

Love, Joel ️“

Lyle sighed happily. “That lovable goof...”. He folded the letter and placed it in a drawer. He had about a half hour before Joel would be back, so Lyle showered, ate breakfast, then went back to his room to decide what to wear. He settled for the leather jacket he showed Joel last Sunday, a pair of slim-fitting leather pants (which Joel didn’t see), some leather driving gloves, and lace-up combat boots so hed be able to walk in the mud without slipping.

Lyle waited outside for Joel. He came right on schedule; when he saw Lyle in full leather, he gave him a bear hug.

“Damn!” He remarked. “You picked a real sexy outfit for today. Got my motor runnin’ before we’d even set off!”

“Thanks”, Lyle replied. “You picked a good outfit too!” Joel was wearing a dark blue denim jacket, black jeans, and some black Dingo harness boots with metal tips.

Joel scratched the back of his head and grinned. “I’m glad you like it! I didn’t have any leather on me, so I thought I’d go with denim.” Joel hopped into his truck, started it and revved. “Ok, come ON! We got a path to conquer!”

Lyle hopped in, and they sped off to the muddy path to the cafe. When they got there, Joel parked the truck in a patch of mud near the road.

“You sure it’s gonna be okay over there?” Lyle asked.

“Sure, sure! Worse comes to worse, we push it out”, Joel replied. He unhooked Lyle’s bike, and they guided it into the half-dry mud. “This time, it’s your turn to take the lead! You ready?”

Lyle straddled his motorcycle, and turned it on. The engine roared like a regular bike, as opposed to the buzz of a dirt bike.

“Mmmm...music to my ears!” Joel shouted, as he hopped on the bike behind Lyle. He stretched his arm out, and revved the motor; it was enough to get them before aroused.

Lyle was a little worried, since he was unfamiliar with the terrain, but having Joel with him made him feel more in control. As he wrapped his arms around Lyle’s waist, they took off into the muddy path.

Even though the path was pretty slick, the ride was pretty balanced out due to Lyle’s biking skills. Still, when they got to the deeper mud, it caught Lyle’s back tire and made it spin hard on the inclines. Every time they got stuck, Joel would rub Lyle’s leather-clad shoulders, chest and stomach. This made Lyle rev the engine even harder in an attempt to get them freed.

The whole path was more or less touch and go; the evened-out roads were easier to navigate, but the inclines and ditches would catch the bike and make it struggle through the mud. It was like ecstasy for both guys!

Eventually, they came to a even road that looked easy to pass; when they drove through the middle of it, the back tire started spinning in the mud and wouldn’t move forward. They were stuck in a gooey ditch!

While Lyle revved the engine and tried to break free, Joel took advantage of their situation and started to rub the Lyle’s crotch through his leathers. He moaned in surprise so loudly that it could be heard over the roaring motor.

“Keep going, Lyle! Show that mud who’s boss!” Joel shouted.

Hearing Joel’s voice while he seduced him got him riled up. He revved the engine even harder and started to rock the bike back and forth with his body. Every time he did that, his leather-clad butt would rub against Joel’s crotch, giving him a major hard-on. Eager to help free the bike and get himself off, Joel leaned up against Lyle, wrapped his arms around him, and started to rocked the bike too.

Lyle could feel Joel’s boner and hear him grunting every time he rocked. It made him rock harder, his own hard-on rubbing against the throbbing bike engine. Before long, the attempt to get the bike free turned into a humping session. They both moaned and growled the words “Come on, baby, come ON!”, though neither of them wanted the bike to move at this point.

Lyle came in his leathers, and his humping made a small squelching sound. Joel felt himself about to cum too; he didn’t want to drench his jeans again so he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and came on the back of Lyle’s jacket.

Lyle paused and turned around. “Joel...did you just—“

“...yeah”, Joel replied. “Sorry bud, I couldn’t help it...”

Lyle shrugged. “It’s fine, I guess. But what’re we gonna do about the bike?”

Joel and Lyle couldn’t move the bike, and the mud was too slick and soft to walk it back to the truck; Joel suggested that they bring the truck to the bike. He got to his truck while Lyle waited near the bike. As he heard the sound of Joel’s tires spinning in the numerous ditches, he slung his cock out and decided to rub one out. He whispered “Come on, big guy! You can do it, kick it in!!” He got so caught up in the moment that he didn’t notice Joel finally approaching until he honked the horn, making Lyle flinch violently

“You slick devil! You should see the look on your face right now!” Joel laughed. Lyle blushed full crimson, as Joel lowered the ramp. They worked together and got the bike on the back of the truck.

After fighting through the mud a second time, they managed to get back on the road. The aftermath: both Lyle’s motorcycle and Joel’s truck were due for a thorough washing. Lyle’s leathers and both mens’ boots needed a cleaning as well.

They decided to shower and crash at Joel’s house. He had a bed big enough for two, so they shared it. Though, neither of them could get to sleep after the day they’ve had...

“What should we mud next?” Joel asked.

“Hmmmm...” Lyle thought it over, and got an idea. “I know this one place that isn’t too far from here. I think you’ll like it; we could go some day this week.”

Joel nodded. “Ok, we’ll check that place out”. He wrapped his arms around Lyle. “Idk if I told you this before...but I’m so glad I met you. You mud, you ride...you keep it real!” Joel squeezed him a little tighter. “You’re real sweet...but you’re also feisty and adventurous. I love that about you!”

Lyle blushed. “Thanks, big guy. Tbh, I’m glad I met you too. I was afraid of showing my true self, after what happened with one of my other friends a while back. But you helped me face myself...and find myself...I’m grateful to have you as a companion ️“

Joel sighed. “I already told you—you don’t have to hide anything from me. I won’t judge ”

“Thanks, Joel...” Lyle said, then he turned away and mumbled

Joel perked up a bit. “What was that? 🧐”

“I said thanks for—“

Joel rubbed Lyle. “Nah...the OTHER thing ”

“I...” Lyle started. He knew there was no turning back, but that there was also no way out of it. He took a deep breath, and continued...

“I like you, Joel. I like hanging with you; you’re a great guy ️“

There was brief pause...then suddenly Joel kissed and bear-hugged Lyle.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it? I like you too, Lyle “

They drifted off in each other’s arms—Joel first, then after the snore-fest, so did Lyle

Joel looked to the cloudy sky, having been completely caught in the moment. When he came to, he heard a loud “Kahk...kahk!” He looked in the passenger’s side, and saw Lyle coughing up his cum.

“Dude...I think it hit the back of my throat!” Lyle exclaimed. “You’re like a damn geyser! ”

Joel blushed and scratched the back of his head. “Sorry, bud! You just...you brought out the beast in me...” He gave Lyle a bottle of water, and drank one himself. Afterward, they took some paper towels and cleaned as much cum off the truck’s insides as they could.

Joel turned the key and pumped the gas, and the truck slowly came back to life. “Come on, tough guy. Don't die on me yet!” Joel coaxed, as he revved the engine. After that, he tried to free his truck from the mud, but the tires couldn’t escape from the slippery bog. Soon after, the truck shut off again. He groaned, and turned the key; the engine cranked, but wouldn’t turned over. Joel started to get frustrated, and kept cranking the truck hoping it would turn on.

“Come on, baby. COME on!” Joel muttered while the truck cranked. When it didn’t start, he slammed his fist on the wheel, blaring the horn. He leaned in his seat, then turned his head toward Lyle

“Looks we’re REALLY stuck this time, bud”, he sighed.

Lyle grabbed Joel’s hand. “Don’t push it too hard, ok? I don’t want you or the truck to blow a gasket...”

“It’ll be okay. I’m not leaving til we figure something out”.

Joel and Lyle got out, and managed to push the truck through the muddy field, slipping a few times as they did it. They managed to reach the dirt road, and Joel tried to crank it up again—this time, it started, but the engine was weak.

“I’ll take it slow”, Joel said.

He drove it gently through the muddy road, barely managing to not get stuck, until they reached the road they used to get there. At that point, the engine started smoking again and the truck turned off.

Joel turned the key, but the engine wouldn’t catch on. He pounded the gas pedal with his Ariat, but the cranking got weaker and weaker. Joel hung his head, while Lyle rubbed his arm

“It’ll be ok Joel, we’ll—“

Joel held his finger up, silencing Lyle, before saying:

“I wish my truck didn’t die on me...but for the most part, I’m glad we came!” Joel leaned his head back against the seat, before sliding his arm around Lyle. “I couldn’t have picked a better riding and muddin’ buddy!”

Lyle blushed a little. “Thanks, big guy”, he replied. “I figured that would be the perfect place to enjoy ourselves. Sorry it killed your truck...”

Joel slammed his hand on the steering wheel. “He might be wounded, but he ain’t gonna die if I have anything to say about it”, he said bravely.

“Wow” Lyle said. “But...what’re we gonna do now?”

Joel pulled out his phone. “All we can do for now is ask for a tow. Once we get home, I can fix my truck”.

Joel called a tow truck, and he gave them a lift back to their area. By then, it’d gotten dark.

“I’ll have to save fixing ‘im up for another day”, Joel remarked.

Lyle nodded, and turned to head home. Joel walked in front of him and blocked his path.

“And just where do you think you’re goin’?” He asked with an eyebrow raised.

“I was gonna head home”, Lyle replied. “I gotta change outta these—“

“I’ll wash both our clothes”, Joel said, “so could you stay with me tonight?”

Lyle couldn’t resist his hospitality. “Sure, big guy.”

“Really? WHOO!” Joel picked Lyle up and brought him into his house. They ate, showered, then fooled around on and off throughout the night.

In the afternoon, Joel and Lyle decided to try and free the truck again. This time, Joel put the truck in reverse; it moved, then backed into a snowdrift. He gunned the engine, making the tires spin in the snow until it broke free. From there, it was a fight to get to the end of the driveway. Once he did, they got on the plowed road and sped down it. In about a half hour, it began to snow again.

As the Ram started sliding on the road, Lyle reached over and rubbed Joel’s driving leg. “Mind your speed, big guy”, he said.

Joel smirked at Lyle, then drove a little faster. Even though the road was getting icy, he maintained decent control of the Ram.

“It’ll take more than a little snow to worry me ;)”, Joel said proudly.

They noticed that the road became whiter an whiter. Up ahead, it was completely white and unplowed. Joel hit the brakes, and smiled.

“Look at THAT, bud. I bet we could get into some real fun up ahead ”

Lyle’s member began to swell in his pants, but his words betrayed his horniness. “I don’t think we should go too far in. What if we can’t get out?”

Joel started to rub the steering wheel with his gloved hand, and began to rev his engine.

“Would that REALLY be so bad? ” Joel asked slyly. He put the truck in drive, jammed his left foot on the brake, then started hitting the gas with his right foot. His tires started spinning and squealing on the icy road.

Lyle nodded slowly; he knew that there was no stopping Joel. And he did want to be stuck with him...

Joel reached over and rubbed Lyle’s leg. “Count of three?” He asked

“Yeah...” Lyle replied while breathing heavily. “Count of...three”.

Joel floored the gas, causing a burnout on the icy road. “One....two....THREE!!!” The truck lurched forward, and once it got on the unplowed road, began the slide from side to side. It took everything Joel had in order to maintain control of his truck.

Lyle decided to use the opportunity to mess with him a bit; he started to rub Joel’s driving leg and crotch. Joel’s cock instantly got hard, and his foot hit the gas harder than it should’ve, causing the tires to spin hard in the snowed out road.

“You’re tryna make me lose control, arent ya?” Joel asked.

“Maybe...”, Lyle replied.

He then unzipped Joel’s jeans and started to massage him through his boxers. Joel started to moan and grunt, but he kept his hands gripped on the wheel. The Ram plowed through snowdrifts, but each one slowed the truck down and made the tires spin more and more.

“That all...you...got?” Joel asked between his grunts. He was as close to cumming, as the truck was to getting stuck.

“Just you wait, big guy!”

Lyle unbuckled his seatbelt and laid his head in Joel’s lap. He started to slowly lick the tip of Joel’s member while caressing his driving leg, all the way down to his size 14 boot, and rubbed it as it creased and uncreased on the gas pedal. Joel was fully aroused, and before long he came in Lyle’s mouth.

At that moment, Joel lost control of the wheel, and the Ram drove off the road and ran into a snowbank, with the back tires caught in a ditch. Joel looked down at Lyle, who was still in his lap.

“You okay, bud?” Joel asked while his face blushed.

“Yeah...I’m good”, Lyle replied, his face blushing as well. Then he got back into his seat and buckled back up.

Joel hit the gas, and tried to get the truck to move, but it was stuck in the ditch. “Come on, baby. Kick it in!” Joel mumbled to himself, before making his engine roar. The tires wouldn’t budge, almost as if the ice locked them in place.

Lyle got hard all over again. He unzipped his jeans and was gonna rub himself, when a large hand grabbed his.

“Uh, uh, uh!” Joel said while shaking his head with a smirk. “This time, I’m gonna make YOU explode ”. Lyle sat back, and let Joel work his magic.

Joel jerked Lyle off with his right hand, while he gripped the wheel with his left. Meanwhile, his foot continuously pressed on the gas pedal to try to free the Ram. It inched little by little, but couldn’t escape the icy ditch.

Lyle was enjoying this moment—being stuck with Joel, getting jerked off, the sound of the engine, the sound of the spinning tires, the smell of the truck’s exhaust—it all led to a large load shot straight into Joel’s gloved hand.

“Damn!” Joel exclaimed, while wiping his hand off on a paper towel.

Lyle blushed. “Sorry”, he replied. “I guess I went a little overboard...”

“Nah, nah...this is the most fun we’ve had off-road. Hell, I almost busted another nut while getting you to ”. They both laughed for a little bit.

“Now”, Joel said, “let’s see what our current situation is”.

Joel was the first to wake up, though he was still groggy from last night. Just thinking about what went down gave him a wave of joy that perked him up. Lyle was still lying in bed, clearly wiped out.

Joel let him sleep, while he decided what today’s activity for them would be. Of course he wanted to try and conquer that football field that claimed his truck not too long ago, but seeing how exhausted Lyle was, Joel decided to save that for another day. He wanted them to have fun, but he also wanted to take it easy—That gave him an idea

Joel threw on some fresh clothes and boots, and wore his leather jacket from yesterday. Even though he’d only recently bought it, the jacket was already growing on him. Then he turned to Lyle, who was sleeping like a baby on his side of the bed.

“Hey, cutie...”, Joel said sweetly, “isn’t it about time you got up? It’s already the afternoon”.

Lyle kept snoring away

Joel walked over to Lyle, and said in his normal tone: “Wake up, Lyle. I got a surprise for you ️“

Lyle continued to snore, but in a different way. He seemed completely out of it, or was he? Joel crawled on top of Lyle, their faces so close that their noses touched. He wrapped his arms around Lyle, and gave him a deep kiss...

Lyle immediately opened his eyes; he was a little dazed, but then he grabbed Joel by the collar of his jacket, and kissed him back while caressing the leather.

Joel lifted his head so he stared into Lyle’s eyes. “Mornin’, Sunshine ”, he said with a grin.

“Morning ”, Lyle replied sheepishly.

Lyle are the lunch Joel made him, washed up, then changed into a hoodie, jeans, and combat boots. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?” He asked. “I remember something about a surprise?”

“Yeah!” Joel reached into his pocket, and pulled out a couple of movie tickets. “I was thinkin’ of taking you to see a movie. It’s all the rage around town, and I know how you like horror...”

Lyle smiled. “That sounds perfect”.

“Ok, cool!” Joel replied. “I just KNOW you’re gonna love the experience...”

Lyle became curious as to what Joel meant. Sure he loved horror movies, and he’ll be able to cuddle with his guy...but was there more to it?

The movie took place at 5pm, not too long before the winter sun was to set. When Joel reached the area, he had Lyle take a good look. Instead of a parking lot and a building, there were rows of cars facing a large screen. It was a drive-in theater!

Lyle gave Joel a suspicious yet satisfied look. “I see what you were up to, you sly hunk...”

Joel laughed and raised his hands in response. “You got me, bud!”

After getting the tickets scanned, they looked for a parking space. The grounds were covered in unplowed snow; some of which had already soaked into the ground, making it slick and muddy from the ruts made by other cars. Joel looked around until he found a nice wet spot in the back. He backed his truck into the mud, shut it off, and they began watching the movie.

As far as horror flicks went, it was pretty much a B-movie. Some friends go on a camping trip, which they find out is inhabited by a masked killer. They begin to fight for survival, though are hacked off one by one.

Even though Joel was acting brave in the beginning, he was the one shaking and flinching when the friends starting dropping. Lyle grabbed Joel’s strong arm, which helped him calm down.

More than halfway through the movie, the three remaining friends find an old van and try to escape through the forest. They ended up in a ditch, helplessly revving the engine while the tires spun in gooey mud. The driver was shouting “Come on, come ON! Please!” to the van, hoping it would break free...but the mud wouldn’t let them go.

Joel leaned closer to Lyle and whispered: “You think that actor blasted one after that scene? ”

Lyle shrugged. “Probably. He’s REALLY into it ”

The driver continued to rock the van, repeatedly slamming on the pedals with his boots. Meanwhile, one of the other friends got out and pushed the van from behind. The engine’s roaring was so lifelike, it gave Joel and Lyle hard-ons.

They began rubbing each other, while still watching the movie. Soon however, the truck was filled with their grunts and moans. Lyle had climaxed, and Joel was reaching that point—All of a sudden, the killed showed up and decapitated the guy pushing the van.

“EEEEEEEP!!! ” Joel nearly jumped out of his seat. After Lyle calmed him down, his boner had disappeared completely from embarrassment.

The movie ended after another half hour. As the credits rolled, multiple engines turned on. Soon enough, the muddy ground began to hold onto the tires of the Sedans, SUVs, and muscle cars trying to leave to lot.

As the air began to fill with the smell of exhaust and burnt rubber, Joel and Lyle looked on in amazement and amusement.

“Now THIS is a show worth watching!” Joel remarked.

“You said it”, Lyle replied.

Among those struggling cars was a Jeep that was passing by casually. It caught Joel’s eye.

“Whoa! Now that’s some real grit!” He remarked

Lyle, however, remained silent. Joel tapped his shoulder, “Lyle! Did you see that dude?!”

Lyle nodded silently

Joel seemed concerned by Lyle’s underwhelmed response, but shrugged it off. After the other cars left, he started the truck and tried to escape himself.

“Come on, baby, come on...” he coaxed. The Ram was helpless in the frozen ruts the other cars made. That snapped Lyle out of it, and he suggested that Joel go back before trying to escape the mud.

Joel back his truck up, gave in some hard revs, then floored the gas pedal. The Ram escaped the mud, and they headed home.

As they laid in bed, Joel couldn’t get his mind off of the Jeep driver. He’d hoped to meet this guy, and maybe even challenge him in the mud someday.

Lyle couldn’t stop thinking about the guy either. He felt as though he knew who the driver was...and kinda hoped that his hunch was wrong...

Mick didn’t sleep long before he woke back up in the middle of the night. He couldn't stop thinking about how things used to be...

Before Mick was the tough guy he was now, he was the timid, chubby Mickey Smith. He was bullied for his appearance, and his timidity that others considered cowardice. His parents were the passive types, and told him that he was okay as he was and to ignore the bullies. He abided by that belief, until he met a guy who changed him for better (and worse).

A few months into his freshman year, Mickey became acquainted with a senior student named Jim. Jim was a vulgar, booted, muscular guy who owned a red Ford F-150. Every other week, he’d take Mickey for rides—all the while, he gave him pointers on how to deal with bullies, life, and the like by being assertive.

“What do you mean by ‘assertive’?” Mickey asked. He never knew that term.

“Are you serious? 🧐” Jim asked roughly. When he realized he was being serious, he softened up a little. “It’s kinda like...life’s gonna work against you. But in order to move forward, you gotta be
rough. Otherwise, you’ll never get anywhere ‍️“

Mickey pondered that thought, and Jim could see the question marks floating from his head. This was something Jim could show better than tell...

“Hang on!” He shouted suddenly, as he turned the wheel and his truck lurched off the road. He headed straight for a muddy ditch, causing the Ford to jerk up and down before stopping.

“You okay?” he asked Mickey.

“Yeah. Nothing broken”, he replied. “But why did you—“

(Vroooooooom!)

Jim put his boot on the gas, but only a tap. The tires hardly turned, so they didn’t move from the ditch.

“Can it for a second, and listen”, Jim ordered. “Now, notice how I’m only giving my truck a tiny bit of gas. It’s not enough to break us outta this mud. I’m not givin’ enough effort toward escaping this situation. It’s no different from you just accepting peoples BS!”

Mickey got the picture, and it made him hang his head.

“Hey!” Jim revved his engine so Mickey would focus on him. “Now, watch THIS!” He hit the gas roughly this time, causing the tires to spin for about 15 seconds until the truck broke free.

“See how I got a little rough with my truck?” he asked with a smirk. “THAT’S assertiveness—not giving up, and at the same time putting in enough effort for it to makes some real progress”.

“Oh!” Mickey shouted out of the blue. “I think I get it now...kinda”

Jim raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” he asked, still maintaining his smirk. “Then I’ll do it a few more times, until you FULLY get it! ”.

To that end, he backed up into the ditch seven times—each time it took him longer and longer to break free. After a while, Mickey started to feel a “tingle”, and he could tell that Jim was enjoying his “advice” as well. It was something Mickey couldn’t comprehend, and that Jim wouldn’t admit to. After he was done, the air was filled with truck exhaust, and Jim’s red Ford was coated with brown mud.

“Get it...NOW?” Jim asked, panting from excitement.

Mickey nodded silently, and Jim responded with a thumbs up before taking him home.

After that day, Mickey practiced and exercised assertiveness. He worked out so that his stomach shrank some, and he slowly became more muscular to balance himself out. By the time Mickey was a sophomore, there was almost no sign of his former self.

One more thing Mickey realized by hanging out with Jim, was that he became curious about mudding. And he made it his goal to experience it first-hand. By the time Mickey hit 16, he got the chance to do just that using his dad’s old car—a black Buick Roadmaster. He snuck out at the break of dawn, and decided to look for a nice place to spin his tires for the first time.

He found a nice grassy verge, and drove through that. The soft ground caught the Buick’s back tires easily; Mickey hit the gas roughly, but he couldn’t break free. He revved so hard that the pedal was almost to the floor, but the Buick wouldn’t budge for anything!

“What the hell!” Mickey exclaimed, remembering what Jim had done.

He revved the engine and stomped the gas pedal in drive, then in reverse, but he couldn’t escape the mud hole he created. The only thing he succeeded in doing, was creating the same “tingle” from before. The car’s rough engine and the street tires spinning in soft mud soon became music to his ears, and at that point he closed his eyes and couldn’t stop himself from rubbing one out. Once he did, he took his foot off the gas and opened his eyes.

Across the street from where he was stuck, several people spotted him. Some were taken aback from what he’d just done, while others laughed or ridiculed his actions. Luckily for him, the cops weren’t called...but he was stuck too deep to leave without a tow.

In the end, his father tracked him down and towed him out of the mud with his truck, and after shouting his ears off for sneaking off, explained to him that cars like the Buick weren’t for playing in mud.

Meanwhile in at school, rumors spread in a matter of a week regarding Mickey, and he became infamously known in town as “Slick Mick”.

Rather than crying about it, Mick wore the moniker like a badge. Despite the many students who picked on or laughed at Mick, a few of them admired his boldness.

One student in particular—a shy freshman in a hoodie—approached Mick, hoping they could be friends...