The air was filled with the roars of Joel and Mick's engines, as their two trucks pushed away at each other at full force, slinging wet mud behind them. Lyle looked on from the stands, as his boyfriend and best friend stared each other down in the standoff.

"This is getting me nowhere..." Mick admitted. It took everything he had to keep Joel from forcing him back. "Time for Plan B!"

Mick turned his wheel during their next clash, veering to the left and evading Joel's truck. Joel careened into a pre-existing rut, which made his rear tires spin as he struggled to turn and face his opponent.

"Catch me if you can!" Mick yelled as he hit the gas, slinging mud in Joel's direction during takeoff

"You asked for it!" Joel growled. He broke free from the rut and chased after Mick.

"Whoa! This is NUTS!" Lyle remarked, as the drivers played cat and mouse throughout the muddy field. Every turn caused them to skid wildly--it took everything they had to not lose control of their trucks. Joel gave his truck full throttle, and bumped into Mick from behind.

"Hey, watch it!" Mick hollered. But Joel charged toward him again, once again making contact. Mick lost control of his Jeep, and it spun around in circles before screeching to a halt.

"Whoa!" Joel gasped.

"You okay, buddy?!" Lyle shouted.

Mick was in a daze from having spun out so many times. But after about a minute or so he'd regained his composure and begun to laugh out loud. He revved his engine, and gave a thumbs up to Lyle. Lyle was relieved, and gave a thumbs up back.

Mick turned to Joel and shouted out. "DAMN, you play rough! But now it's MY turn!!" He drove circles around Joel's truck, spraying mud at Joel as well a large portion of the field. "On to Round 2!!" With that, he drove toward the far end of the field.

"Crazy guy..." Joel muttered to himself. He drove off to the nearest end of the field, now facing Mick.

Lyle looked on with anticipation, excitement, and a little fear as Joel and Mick revved at each other from opposite ends of the field. At about the same time, they took off toward each other again. But this time, Mick veered to the left while Joel veered to the right. Joel ended up driving into the deep ruts Mick made earlier, while Mick skidded into the goal post.

Lyle looked over at Joel, as he tried to escape the muddy rut. ZZZZZZZzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz!!!

"Dammit! 🤬” Joel exclaimed. VVVrrrrrrRRRRRRRRrrrrr!!! zzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzz!!!! No matter how hard Joel tried, he couldn't break free. His front tire and both back tires were caught in ruts and completely caked with mud. When he realized there was no way out, he let off the gas and shouted.

"Wow..." Lyle remarked. He had a feeling Joel would get stuck, but was still surprised when it happened.

"HAHAHAAAAAA!!!" Mick gloated at full volume. "Looks like you're finished, Muscles! Can't say I'm--"

Mick's Jeep shut off after he hit the goalpost. He tried to restart it as he gloated, but the engine wouldn't turn over.

"...surprised?"

Lyle and Joel both looked over at Mick, who frantically tried to start his jeep.

"Come on, baby! Come on come on come on come o-ha-ha-honnnnn!!!" Mick yelled. But he couldn't get it to start. "No, no, NOOOO! WHAT THE HELL!! ”

Joel rubbed the hood of Mick's red-hot Jeep. "What were you sayin' Mickey? Somethin' about me being finished?"

Mick got out of his SUV and scoffed. "Oh shut up, Jock Boy! You're buried, remember?"

"At least MY truck's still runnin'...", Joel stated with a smirk

"You...you shut your trap!" Mick snapped. He ran over to Lyle. "Hey L, who do YOU think won?!"

Lyle looked at Mick, then at Joel...then at Joel's buried truck, at Mick's smoking Jeep...then back at Mick.

"Looks like a tie to me, Mickey", Lyle said. "You're stuck, he's stuck...total stalemate ️”

"I can take this L", Joel stated. "I had the time of my life, and showed my favorite guy over here what I could do! ️” He walked over to Lyle, and slung his arm around him. "What about YOU, Mickey? Can you be the bigger man alongside me and fight another day? ”

Mick looked over at Joel's smug face, and growled. Then he looked at Lyle, who smiled gently. He then threw his hands in the air, and sighed.

"Yeah, okay? I admit to our mutual defeat ” he said dryly.

Lyle and Joel laughed. Mick ran over and tackled both of them. They wrestled in the less muddy patch of ground until Lyle ended up sandwiched between Mick beneath him, and Joel facing him on top. They shared a long kiss, before an annoyed Mick pushed them off of him. Afterward, they all got up and laughed together.

"Sooooo", Lyle said, "what're we gonna do about getting home?"

"First we'll free my truck", Joel replied, "and then I'll tow Mick's Jeep outta here"

"And THEN", Mick said, "we'll head to my place for the night! I can fix my truck up there, then we can gather round a fire and trade stories like the old days"

"Sounds like a plan!" Lyle said happily. Joel agreed.

So they tried out Joel's plan, and then Mick drove them to his house, trying his best not to get stuck again on the way. As Mick worked on his Jeep, Lyle and Joel waited inside for their clothes to dry. As they did, they reminisced over the awesome clash that took place...

The next morning, Joel woke up rather early. He decide to let Lyle sleep, put on everything besides his boots and shirt, and went downstairs. Mick was already awake, and had made breakfast for three. When he spotted Joel, he smirked

“Morning”, he said.

“Mornin’”, Joel replied, as he sat down at the table.

Mick broke the silence. “Looks like you boys had some fun last night.”

Joel looked across the table at Mick. Even though he had a smirk on his face, he could sense a bit of irritation mixed in. ”Yeah, you could say that”, he said, with a smirk on his own face. “We got REAL busy last night ”

Joel placed his dishes in the sink, and as soon as he turned around, Mick was right in front of him, his smirk having become a stern look. This made Joel grin even more.

“What’s with the scowl and growl? You want me to go into det—OW!” Joel yelped. Mick pressed his booted foot over Joel’s socked foot.

“I don’t care what you guys did last night”, Mick said. “Just make sure you wash my sheets before you go…”

With that, he trudged outside and got to work on his Jeep. Joel washed his dishes, went back to his room, and slipped his boots and shirt on. Mick was cranking his Jeep, struggling to get it started. The cranking woke up Lyle.

“Mornin’, Sunshine”, Joel said gently as he rubbed Lyle’s leg.

“Hey”, Lyle replied groggily. As Mick cranked away, he turned to the window. “Looks like Mickey’s riled up.”

“What…what gives up that impression?” Joel asked with a slight smile.

“Mickey doesn’t do maintenance on his own unless he’s frustrated or mad. Otherwise, he would’ve dragged us out there with him to chat.”

“Oh….”

Lyle turned to Joel. “You didn’t say something to piss him off, did you? 🧐”

Joel suddenly turned away.

“Joel…”

“Okay, okay”, he said. “He said he heard us last night, so I…kinda rubbed it in ‍️”

Lyle shook his head. “Not cool, man…”

“It’s not like we actually went all out. I just wanted to mess with him a little bit—I didn’t think it’d make him all—“

Suddenly, Mick’s jeep roared to life. He then began to rev the engine it to keep it running.

“I’ll get ready”, Lyle said. “But please, go out there and talk to him.”

“Alright, alright”, Joel replied. He went downstairs, and approached Mick’s jeep. When Mick saw him, he scowled and revved even harder.

“Mick!” Joel shouted over the engine. “I gotta talk to you!”

Mick mouthed “Sorry, can’t hear you”, and revved even harder.

“I gotta talk to you about something!”

Mick shrugged and kept revving. From the corner of his mouth, joel could see a grin.

He walked over to the driver side and banged on the window. “C’mon! Open the damn door, you jerk!” He said angrily.

Mick stopped revving, and let down his window. “Get in”, he said seriously.

Joel got into the passenger seat, and Mick took off.

“Wait! What about Lyle?” he asked.

“He’ll be okay”, Mick replied. “First, I’ve got something I wanna tell you too.”

As they approached a muddy area, he let out a deep breath, and said, “Look, I’m sorry about this morning. I’m not mad about the sheets—I’ve had other friends visit before—I was just…a little jealous.”
Joel was surprised. It was the first time that the high and mighty Mick was being humble.

“Look”, Mick continued, “despite what I say, know that I DO kinda like you. You’re not too bad a guy, and you’re good to my buddy ️”

Joel looked back up and smiled. “Awwww, thanks! Well…you’re not too bad yourself.”

Mick grinned.

“I mean…you’re still kind of a dick, though, but it’s nice to know you can be humble ”

“Sh-shut up!” Mick said in an embarrassed tone.

Joel laughed. “Awwww, you’re lookin’ a little red there, Mickey! ”

Mick glared at Joel, then revved his engine. “We’ll both be red in a minute…”, He growled.

He put both hands on the wheel, and without looking, reversed straight into the mud. The jeep zigged and zagged a few yards through the shallow bog, until all four of its tires were spinning. He pounded away at the gas pedal, slowly sinking his jeep, until the tires were over half-buried in red clay.

Back at the house, Lyle was up and fully dressed. He thought it weird that it was so quiet, and head outside. When he saw that Mick's jeep and both he and Joel were gone, he wondered what could’ve happened. He went back inside, and came across a note lying next to Joel’s keys.

“Dear L, I’m gonna do some bonding with your guy for a bit. Feel free to join us!

-your best bud, Mickey”

Lyle sighed, then gave them a call.

Back at the mire, Joel took Mick’s place in the driver’s seat. He tried his best to free the jeep, but Mick had it bogged so good, that it wouldn’t budge an inch.

“Come on, dammit!” Joel growled.

“Are you done?” Mick asked with a smirk. “I know this place inside and out—there’s no escape once you get near the middle ‍️”

“Fine”, Joel said, “then you get out and push.”

“No…”

“Okay okay, I’LL push while you drive.”

Mick shook his head while Joel continued to hammer the gas pedal. “You’re not hearing me! This clay is impassable. The only way out of here is with a tow.”

Joel finally took his foot off the gas. “Soooo…you’re tellin’ me we’re trapped?”

“Yeah. We’re dead in the water until Lyle gets here.”

“What makes you think he’s gonna be able to find us?” Joel asked. Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate. It was Lyle.

“See?” Mick said matter of factly.

Joel gave Mick a look, then answered. “Hey, Lyle”, he said happily. “Nice to know you’re up!”

“Yeah”, Lyle replied. “What’s going on? I see you guys left already.”

“Yeah”, Joel said, before giving Mick a glare, “your crazy BFF kidnapped me, and dragged us into this clay. Totally bogged the dang jeep in a frenzy!”

"Oh, really??" Lyle said loudly.

Mick snatched the phone from Joel. "You're SUCH a drama king!" Mick whispered harshly to Joel, before talking to Lyle. "We're in the mud pit at the far end. Can you get here in Joel's truck and pull us out?"

"Sure", Lyle replied, "but we're having a serious chat about this later."

"Yeah, yeah....", Mick sighed. He hung up, and handed Joel's phone back to him.

Lyle got into Joel's truck, and turned the key. It started with a loud roar that almost startled Lyle.

After calming himself down with a few revs, Lyle drove down the path that Mick mentioned earlier. He knew it wasn't the direct path, but being behind the wheel of such a powerful truck, he couldn't help himself.

This path would lead Lyle to Mick and Joel, but unlike the direct path that Mick took, it involved driving through a saturated ground. Lyle avoided going through the center, and drove through the left side instead. As he drove through it, he could feel the truck's tires slowly sinking into the soil. He had to press the gas harder and harder just to keep it moving.

Halfway through, the truck's mud-caked tires spun helplessly in the mud. Lyle gave it more gas, but the tires made a loud ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzZZZZZZZ and began to sink slowly.

"Come on, big guy!" Lyle shouted, as he repeated pressed the gas. As he struggled in the mud, he began to tend to his growing hardon, stroking it through his jeans as the sound of the powerful engine and helpless tires got to him...

Back at the far end pit, Joel began to become impatient and worried. "What's taking Lyle?" he said to himself. He looked over at Mick, who'd reclined his seat and was leaning back with a grin on his face.

"What's taking Lyle?" Joel said, this time to Mick. "It didn't take this long for YOU to get here."

Mick chuckled. "I maaaay have had L take a detour...", he said. He opened his eyes, and Joel's glaring face was a couple inches from his.

"Where'd you send him?" he growled.

"Relaaaaax, big guy!" Mick said calmly. "I sent him our way. But it's the longer, muddier way."

"And what if he gets stuck before he gets here?!" Joel asked, feeling himself getting heated.

Mick reached over and patted Joel's shoulder. "He won't", he replied. "Lyle's a mudder just like us--he knows what to do. Just have a little faith!"

Joel calmed down. "You're right", he said.

Mick leaned back. "He seemed a bit heated on the phone, so I just wanted to help him...release some of that tension before he got here. That's all..."

Joel gave him a side-eyed glance. "You really ARE a good friend", he admitted.

"I know. But thanks anyway", Mick replied.

Joel leaned closely to Mick. "But you're STILL a dick!" he whispered in his ear.

Mick turned his head so that he faced Joel. He stared at him for a few seconds, then turned and faced the roof of his jeep again.

"I took you to this secluded spot to bond, and this is the thanks I get?" Mick mumbled.

Joel sighed. "If it's any consolation", he said, "this experience made me hate being around you a little less."

Mick raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Really."

Lyle stroked his member as Joel's Ram fought against the slick mud. Just as he was about to climax, he floored it. As the tires screamed out, he blew a load so great that it bled through his jeans. Shortly after, the truck got enough traction to break free. After an uneven drive, Lyle got through the other half of the pit, and headed for Joel and Mick.

After having left Ian’s place, Joel and Lyle spent the rest of the weekend relaxing, parting ways Sunday night.

The next Monday, Lyle woke up to the sound of Joel’s truck. He was going to try to catch him before he left, but by the time he came outside, Joel had sped down the road.

A few minutes later, Lyle received a text from Joel.

“Gonna go see the fam for a bit. I’ll be back this Sunday! Love ya!!”

Lyle smiled, then replied: “Ok, have a good time! Love you too!”, along with a picture of his smiling face.

After a few minutes, Joel had replied with a picture of his own grin. “Miss you already ️”

Lyle decided to rest some more. When he woke up, it was the middle of the afternoon. He passed some time by riding some dusty trails on his motorcycle.

Lyle continued this cycle for the next three days; he’d ride off road, either to an area he and Joel visited, or one that Mick recommended. Even though it hadn’t rained for a bit, he managed to get his bike a little muddy each day. It sated his hard-on, but left Lyle feeling a bit lonesome too.

After Thursday’s escapade, he took a few pics—one next to his muddy bike, one of his caked boots, and one of him grabbing his bulge through his dusty jeans. He waited until night fell, then sent the pics to Joel. After waiting for a couple of hours for Joel’s reply, Lyle fell asleep.

When Lyle woke up Friday morning, Joel had replied to his text with a short video. He was rubbing his hard bulge, moaning softly, before the camera panned to his grinning face. He growled, “I’ll get you for this when I get back”, giving a single wink before the video ended.

Lyle smiled, then got ready to head out. He put on some blue jeans and black Durango boots. It was too hot for a jacket, so he wore a black T-shirt. He got on his bike and took off for the biking trail.

About halfway there, another bike approached Lyle from behind. Once it caught to him, the biker nodded to Lyle, then sped off in the same direction he was headed.

Once Lyle reached the trail’s entrance, the biker came up to him and said in a deep, menacing voice, “Lookin’ for a challenge, kid? ”

Lyle rolled his eyes. “Drop the act, Mickey. I know it’s you ”

Mick removed his helmet and scoffed. “You’re no fun, L!” he said in a pouty voice.

“What’re you doing here, Mickey?” Lyle asked in the same nonchalant tone.

“Glad to see you too”, Mick mumbled, before continuing out loud, “I got my bike fixed, and wanted to test it out on the trail. Then I came across you—“

“…and wanted to challenge me, right?” Lyle asked with a small smirk.

“Yeah!” Mick replied. “So…wanna have a go?”

“Sure, buddy”, Lyle said. It’s been a while since he and Mick had some two-wheeled fun.

They rode to the top of a small hill. At the bottom of it was a section of thick mud.

“First, we’ll speed down this hill. Then you’ve gotta power through the mud!” Mick instructed.

“Got it!” Lyle said.

Mick went down the hill first, with Lyle riding a few yards behind him. They made a straight line through the soft ground, which had both their rear tires kicking up mud on and behind them. After about 30 seconds of inching through the mud, both their bikes had gotten stuck.

Lyle had paused to assess the situation. The mud that caught their bikes was only a few inches deep, but it was very slick. Up ahead, Mick hadn’t given up; he was humping his seat, desperately trying to inch his bike forward. Not ready to surrender, Lyle tried to free himself too. Both men got heavier and heavier on the throttle, even though neither of them were making much progress. Lyle was already rock-hard from the vibration from his bike’s engine, and began to hump his seat rhythmically.

After a couple of minutes, Lyle let go of the throttle, his crotch stained with his cum. But Mick was still going at it, revving loudly while moaning and cussing almost as loud. His back tire was kicking up so much mud, it nearly splattered on Lyle. After a loud “Oh god, oh F***!!” was heard over his motor, he finally released the throttle and leaned forward on his bike.

“Mickey!” Lyle shouted up ahead. “You okay, buddy?”

Yeah!” Mick shouted back. “Just need to uh…catch my breath!”

Lyle laughed weakly in response. He was on the spent side too.

After a few more minutes, Mick and Lyle decided walk their bikes to harder ground, then tore up the trail a bit more before heading to Lyle’s to shower and change. Mick crashed on the couch.

“I noticed Joel isn’t home”, Mick remarked. “Where’d he go?”

“He said that he went to meet some family”, Lyle replied. “He should be back by tomorrow.”

“Ok.” Mick said. He looked at Lyle, then continued, “Hey…remember when Joel told us about his brother?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think they’re out havin’ fun too?”

Lyle shrugged. “Probably.”

As Lyle retreated to his room, Mick pondered what kind of challenge Joel’s brother would be.

Before going to sleep, Lyle checked his phone. There was one message from Joel—a three-minute video.

It started by showing his right boot hitting the gas pedal. Each time he did, a loud rev accompanied with the sound of spinning tires was heard. Joel then pointed his phone out the window, showing his rear tires caked in mud. Each time he hit the gas, the tires sank a little deeper.

Lyle couldn’t help but rub himself as Joel continued trapping his Ram in the mud. He eventually pointed the camera to his face and grinned, then showed off the bulge in his jeans, stroking it with his free hand as he revved his engine a little harder with each press. Lyle went from rubbing to stroking his own member, already starting to feel worked over when he heard Joel say, “This’ll get ya there!”

He pointed the camera back at his foot, and floored the gas pedal. The sound of Joel’s roaring motor, the ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ from his tires, and seeing his Ariat creased as he gave it all he had, made Lyle cum hard into his hand. Shortly after he came, Joel lifted his foot off the gas. As the engine settled to a rumble, Lyle could hear Joel breathing heavily, as if he’d came too. The video ended with Joel giving Lyle a wink and a thumb up, uttering “Sweet dreams….”.

Lyle shook his head, before laughing to himself. Joel knew him WAY too well. He couldn’t wait til tomorrow

As Lyle slept, he dreamt of riding shotgun with Joel. He’d gotten his truck stuck in quicksand, and every time he pounded the gas pedal, they sunk more and more. Joel gripped the steering wheel with his left hand, while rubbing Lyle’s crotch with his right. Lyle had his eyes closed, moaning over the sound of Joel’s roaring motor. Just as he was about to climax, his eyes opened. It was Saturday morning, and to his left, Mick was standing near his door.

“Mornin’, buddy”, he said casually.

“Morning”, Lyle replied groggily. When he saw Mick stifling a laugh, Lyle narrowed his eyes. “What’d you do?”

Mick threw his hands up. “Nothing, I SWEAR!” he said. “You were making a ruckus in here, squirming around and moaning ‘Joel, Joel’, so I came to check on you. You woke up as soon as I opened the door.”

Lyle covered his face in embarrassment. “Oh…sorry. I guess I’ve had Joel on the brain lately.”

“About that”, Mick said, “I think he’s back.”

Lyle shot up. “REALLY??” he asked in amazement.

“Yeah. He and another truck pulled into his driveway late last night. Next thing I know, they were revving and spinning their tires for a damn hour!” Mick crossed his arms. “If I had my jeep with me, I would’ve joined them…”

Lyle got dressed as Mick went on. The only thing on his mind was seeing Joel. As he darted outside, he didn’t notice that Mick was pulling on his arm.

“Wait, dude. WAIT!” Mick yelled. “You know he has company over, right?!”

Lyle paused, coming back to himself. He looked over at Joel’s driveway, and saw two Rams. One was Joel’s but the other was a black, older model. Both were splattered with dry mud from the doors down.

“You think that’s his brother’s?”, Lyle wondered.

Mick shrugged. “Maybe. Or a friend’s, or a secret lover’s…”

Lyle shoved Mick lightly. “Don’t joke like that!” he snapped.

Mick chuckled. “Sorry, sorry”, he replied. “Anyway, there’s only one way to find out—let’s go over and see!”

Lyle pondered whether they should, until he noticed Mick heading over to Joel’s.

“Mickey!” he hissed as he followed him to the front door. “We should really—”

Mick knocked on the door roughly.

“Hold up, I’m comin’!” came a gruff voice from inside the house.

A minute later, the door opened, revealing a man who greatly resembled Joel, except this man was slightly taller and had a beard. He was also notably less muscular.

“Hi there!” he boomed to Lyle and Mick.

“Yo!” Mick replied as strongly.

“He-hello…”, Lyle said sheepishly.

The man looked at Lyle and chuckled. “Don’t get all scared on me, little guy”, he said with a grin. “I don’t bite!”

Lyle smiled nervously, which made the guy laugh even more.

“You must be friends of Joey”, he said. “Names?”

“Mick”, Mick said strongly. “Slick Mick!”

“I’m…my name is Lyle”, Lyle said. “Nice to meet you, sir ️.”

“Nice to meet y’all!” The man replied, before smirking at Lyle. “But don’t call me ‘sir’—I’m Paul, Joel’s big brother.”

(Season 2 - Concluded)

Throughout high school, Ian kept his head down for the most part. He didn’t have anybody, besides Mitch, to share his interest with. Going into college, however, he felt more comfortable since he got to share a few classes with Lyle.

The two became fast friends, chatting about their favorite stuck scenes, videos, and experiences. They also talked about Mick from time to time too.

“So he won’t be back til WHEN??” Ian asked in shock.

“He’ll be back in the spring”, Lyle replied. “Mickey likes to go off-roading all through the state.”

“No kidding??”

“No kidding. He makes a game out of challenging himself, and others, in mud, snow, etc.”

Ian was amazed. “Wooooooooow! He’s even cooler than I thought! 🤩”

Lyle stifled his laughter. “Yeah, he’s pretty great”, he said, “but don’t get TOO starstruck, Ian. All that glitters ain’t gold ”

Ian nodded.

“So, I hear you’ve got some kinda blog?”

“Yeah!” Ian said happily. “I post all the stuck moments I come across on it.”

“Nice!” Lyle replied. “Can I take a look?”

Ian pulled up his blog on his laptop. It was called “Stuck Fan’s Paradise”. In the Gallery were dozens of pictures and videos of men stuck in one of various areas in and around town. The latest few were from when Ian first met Mick and Lyle.

“This is all pretty impressive!” Lyle remarked. “How long have you been working on this?”

“Hmmm…about two years, give or take”, Ian replied. “I’d started out taking pictures and a few vids of Mitch getting his truck stuck in the fields, but overtime I came across a few mudders who got bogged down, and added to the blog bit by bit.”

Lyle nodded. “Well, I don’t mind contributing ”

Ian lit up. “You’re a mudder too?!”

“Well…yeah I get stuck, but I’ve got a motorcycle”, Lyle explained. “Would that count?”

Ian shrugged. “I don’t see why not”, he replied. “Let’s do it!”

After their classes were over, Lyle rode out to the biker trails, with Ian squeezing the life out of him the whole time.

Lyle gasped for air once they arrived at their destination. "I think you cracked something!"

"Sorry...", Ian said. "It was my first time on a motorcycle."

"It's fine, just...don't get too worked up", Lyle said as he smoothed out his denim jacket. "Ok...you ready?"

Lyle revved up, as Ian focused his phone on him. "Ready! GO!!"

On Ian's signal, Lyle rode into a soft spot on the trial. His back tire immediately started spinning as he laid onto the throttle.

Ian kept still so the video would come out clearly. Even though bikers weren't really his thing, Ian felt a bit aroused seeing Lyle go at it. After about two minutes of revving and tire-spinning, Ian stopped recording. "Ok, we're good!" he called out to Lyle.

Lyle turned off his bike, and went over to Ian to review what he’d recorded.

“Wow, you really got my good side!” he remarked, patting Ian’s head.

“Heyyyy!” Ian said, swatting Lyle’s hand away. “I’m not THAT young! ”

They both laughed a bit, then mounted Lyle’s bike. “Try not to squeeze the life outta me this time!” he said to Ian.

Lyle escaped the muddy section of the trail, and they headed to Ian’s. He parked on the edge of the road and let Ian off.

“Enjoy your night!” Ian said.

“You bet!” Lyle replied. “See ya at school!”

With that, he took off down the street. Ian went inside, and added the footage to his blog. The next day, the new post had gotten a few dozen views and even a few comments. He was rather impressed with the result.

I love the sound your truck’s making ️️️