96 Caprice LT1 9 - totally stuck – 01:23
— bronxfireradio

Garbage Truck Stuck in the Snow - part 3 - Attempting to get out – 04:53
— MountThor

Getting BMW 1 series stuck in mud – 04:16
— Mud stuck guy

Melting the ice with the tires – 02:59
— poweritout84

Van stuck in snow in Inwood – 05:14
— mvz2

1992 chevy k1500 busting through the snow – 04:51
— Gilmore’s Garage

Xterra vs Mud Corner – 05:07
— IZVERG37

Supercharged Nissan Xterra Mudding|Gets Stuck|Off Road – 04:23
— Michael Marshall

1993 Ford F-150 XLT V8 5.8L Stuck in the Snow - ASMR – 00:34
— Butt Ball

Muddy logging in south Alabama – 38:55
— 251boys

“Think of this as an endurance test”, Manny explained. “There’s a cabin at the end of this trail. But between here and there is a harrowing, winding, washed out dirt road! There’ll be ditches, puddles, inclines…you name it.”

He rubbed Ian’s crotch, making him moan softly. “I’m gonna plow through it with all the might this boot can dish out. Meanwhile, you’ve gotta keep yourself going until we get there. You can rub slowly, or jerk it—just make sure your hand doesn’t leave your cock. But if you cum before then, I’m gonna have to punish you.”

“P-punish??” Ian asked. “Punish how?”

Manny turned to Ian and gave a devilish grin. “Oh, you’ll see!” He growled.

Ian gulped.

“One more thing”, Manny added, “the moment I catch you not rubbing yourself during the drive, then I’ll be doing it for you. And I won't stop until you cum, either!”

He took his two fingers and pressed them on Ian’s hardon, making him squirm and moan. It took all his strength just to push Manny’s hand back.

“Ok, let’s go!” Manny floored it, trying to get them up the hill. His tires spun so hard, it could be heard from within the truck. The sound got to Ian, and he began rubbing himself as instructed.

“Come on baby, come on!” Manny shouted as he slammed his boot on the gas pedal. VROOOOOOMROOOOOOOMROOOOOOOM!!!

After a couple minutes of spinning, Manny got them up the slippery slope. From there, he continued down the soupy road. Other than a few potholes, there didn’t seem to be much difficulty. Ian breathed easier, albeit shakily since he was slowly jerking himself off.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Ian asked, teasing Manny.

“Wait for it…”, Manny replied.

Suddenly, the holes got deeper, making the truck shift more and more as Manny drove. Ian was anticipating them getting stuck soon. Once they drove through the tenth hole, Manny’s truck slanted to the left, and stopped.

VROOM, VROOOOOOOOM!! zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz!!! zzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz!!! Without knowing it, Ian began to rub himself much more vigorously. Manny noticed and held his foot down, making his truck release a loud, steady roar. Vrooooooooooooooooooooom! Ian began to lose control of his desire, moaning and grunting with his head reeled back and his eyes closed. Manny started to get a little horny himself, and began to stroke himself until he got hard too. His foot pressed the gas even harder, sending wet mud flying as his rear left tire began to sink.

“Go….go….go!” Ian moaned.

Manny grinned and stomped the gas, hoping to get even more stuck so Ian would cum. But after ten seconds of tire spinning, his rear tire caught a rock under the mud, which gave him enough traction to drive out of that hole.

“Damn!” Manny growled under his breath.

“You thought you had me, huh?” Ian asked, laughing.

“Don’t rejoice just yet”, Manny said, “we’re only halfway there. There’s a LOT more fun to be had!”

Manny drove fast through the woods, which made Ian a little nervous.

“Hey…slow down, will you?” he begged.

Manny ignored him and drove a little faster. Ian reached over and grabbed his arm.

“Manny, please slow down!” Ian yelled.

Manny shot Ian a scary look. “Make me”, he growled.

Ian unbuckled his seat belt and reached for Manny.
Even at almost full throttle, and with Ian grabbing and pushing him, Manny had full control of the truck. He took his right hand off the wheel and pinned Ian back in his seat, firmly grabbing his crotch in the process. Ian yelped as his member was being roughly handled.

“You really wanted me to make you cum, huh?” he said with a smirk.

“Y-You….”, Ian said shakily, “you said to make you slow down! I-I was….worried that you’d lose control or something…”

Manny laughed. “Dude, I know this trail like the back of my hand! There’s no chance of that happening.” He rubbed Ian’s cock firmly yet gently, making him gasp and moan. “I wanted to make you let your guard down, and it worked.”

Ian tried to remove Manny’s hand from his crotch, but his strong, denim-clad arm wouldn’t budge.

“I’d stop struggling if I were you”, Manny said, a devilish grin on his face, “or you’ll end up cumming even quicker.”

Ian decided to buckle up and sit back.

“Good boy!” Manny said, before patting Ian’s crotch. “Now relax—I won’t stroke you too hard, unless you try to get out of your seat. The rest is up to you. Got it?”

He gripped Ian’s cock with that last question, making him moan. “Y-yes, sir!” he said quickly.

That said, Manny continued down the muddy path. His left hand steered the truck, while his right hand rubbed Ian, making him squirm and moan in his seat. He came across some soft ground, which got his tires spinning again. It took everything he had to keep his truck from getting stuck.

zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz!! zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz!!

Ian began feeling good, between Manny’s gentle touch and the sound of his tires spinning in the mud. They were slowing down with every few yards they traveled. Suddenly, they came across an especially soft patch, which began sucking the big Chevy truck in like quicksand.

VROOOOOOOOOOOOMROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

“Come on, come ON!!” Manny growled as he pressed the gas. zzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!! zzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz!!! He was wrestling with the muck, which was holding onto his rear tires. He hadn’t noticed it, but he was gripping Ian’s privates out of frustration.

“Manny, Manny….”, Ian moaned.

Manny looked over at Ian, and smiled. “That’s it, buddy. Let it all out”, he coaxed, as he stroked him gently.

He kept his tires spinning, until he finally managed to escape the soft spot. But they didn’t get too far before getting stuck again. By the time they got trapped in their fifth ditch, Ian felt himself about to reach his limit. Between Ian’s moans and the sound of his truck struggling through the mud, Manny became horny too. He took his left hand off the wheel periodically to rub his own hardon through his jeans. Manny moaned and growled loudly, which got Ian going even more.

Manny noticed how close Ian was to cumming, and decided to help him get there. He pressed his foot on the gas hard, purposefully making his tires spin. zzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZzzzzzzz!! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz!!! zzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz!!! zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!

“Stop, Manny!” Ian begged, squirming in his seat as his burly buddy revved his engine and jerked him off. “Please, stop! I’m begging you!” Despite his words, though, Ian was having the time of his life.

Manny looked Ian dead in the eye, and floored it. VROOMROOMROOMROOMROOOOOOOM! zzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz!!! Ian moaned loudly as he came in his pants. Manny didn’t lift his foot until he was sure Ian got all of it out.

After a good minute, Manny took his foot off the gas, and removed his hand from Ian’s crotch. His hand was damp with his buddy’s cum.

“Did you like that?” Manny asked, giving his engine a gentle rev.

“Yeah!” Ian replied, out of breath. “That was so awesome!”

“I bet it was”, Manny said, before pointing to Ian’s drenched crotch. “But you still lost the game.”

Ian looked down at his pants, and felt embarrassed. “I know”, he said softly. “I’ll accept the penalty, whatever it is.”

Manny laughed. “Glad to hear it!” he said. “It’s gonna be a rough one…”

I’ll try for this weekend. Could be sooner, though

The next few days, Manny and Ian hung out and got to know each other a little better. They planned to meet up Saturday for some more mudding.

Manny pulled up to Ian’s house that afternoon. As soon as he pounded on the door, Ian raced toward it and yanked it open. When he saw Manny, he blushed instantly. He was wearing black denim from head to toe, his jeans tucked into brown square toe boots. Between his bearded face, tough guy outfit and rough nature, Manny had the makings of a sexy lumberjack, or werewolf.

Manny looked down at his beet-red friend.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, with a slight smirk on his face.

Ian looked away. “Nothing”, he replied softly. “You just look very…rugged today.”

Manny raised an eyebrow. “Rugged?” he repeated, as he stepped closer. “What do you mean?”

Ian looked Manny’s way before turning his head after a few seconds. “Just…you’ve got a big bad wolf vibe going on…”, he said, stifling a giggle. But when he slowly looked at Manny, he noticed how serious he looked. A bit of fear began to accompany his arousal, as his friend’s heavy footsteps got closer to him. He closed his eyes, wondering what’d happen next, when a low, singsongy voice called for him.

“Ian….”. His eyes were closed, but Ian could tell that Manny was VERY close to him.

“C’mon, open your eyes!” Manny ordered.
Ian opened his eyes, and at that moment Manny growled at him. Ian turned and was about to run, but Manny grabbed him from behind, and his gloved hand wrapped tightly around Ian’s waist. The other covered his mouth. As Ian trembled, Manny smirked and whispered in his ear:

“I’m no wolf, but you make me wanna gobble up your timid little ass!”

“Mmmmmm…mmmmph!” Ian mumbled into Manny’s hand, but he continued:

“For now, though, how bout I take you to my favorite spot? It’s dark, secluded, moist….”
He slid his hand down Ian’s waist, until he reached his growing bulge. “Lots of places we could get trapped in…what do you say?”

He let Ian go. He panted for a moment, then said, “I’m in!”

Manny laughed. “You’re a lot braver than you look!” he remarked. “Most guys wet themselves when I do that!”

Ian shrugged. “You’re not THAT scary”, he replied.

“Owww!” Manny shouted, as he clutched his heart. “Well I bet you’ll change your tune when you see my turf. Follow me!”

As Ian walked toward the truck, Manny held his hand out. “Wait a minute”, he insisted, and pointed at Ian’s feet. “Tell me you’re not gonna trek in those….”

Ian looked down. He was wearing his well-worn leather chucks. “Yeah”, he replied. “I always wear these when I go mudding.”

Manny shook his head. “Where we’re going, those won’t do. Wait here!” He paced toward his truck, and pulled out a pair of black ranger boots. “Try these on”, he ordered.

Ian put them on. They were a bit big on him, but once he laced them up there wasn’t too much of a difference.

The feel of the tall leather boots made him feel a sort of way. He looked over at Manny, who was eyeing him with a devilish grin.

“W-what do you think?” Ian asked.

“I think we better get going before you get ME going!” he replied, stroking his bulge lightly.

Manny and Ian hopped in, and then Manny took off down the street, heading south. After about an hour, Manny finally reached his favorite spot. It was a narrow, forested trail that got darker as it stretched onward, like a portal leading into the void. Ian looked on with anticipation.

Manny put his truck in RWD, then drove casually into the forest. As soon as they were under the shade of the trees, the once bright day seemed almost as dark as night. The exposed roots and occasional ditches made the ride bumpy. Every now and then, one of Manny’s tires got caught in a ditch, or between the wet roots, and he’d pound the gas to escape. Ian couldn’t help but rub himself, as he waited for them to get stuck.

Suddenly, a back tire fell into a ditch. VROOOOM, VROOOOOOOM!! Manny hit the gas hard, but couldn’t escape. VROOOOOOM! zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzz!! The sound of Manny’s tires spinning, and his growls of frustration really got Ian going—he stroked faster and faster, and felt ready to climax.

Just before he was about to blow, Manny, grabbed his hand. “Not yet!” he ordered. He put the truck in 4WD, and then floored it. His tires spun for a bit, before escaping the ditch. He looked over at Ian and laughed.

“I know you’re all hot and bothered”, Manny said, “but I don’t want you blowing any loads until we get there.”

Ian was throbbing at this point. “How long until we get there?” he asked.

“Not that long. So hold it in!” he ordered.
Ian found it difficult, but agreed to hold it in. But all the bumps and revs made it hard for him. All of a sudden, Manny hit the gas harder. “We’re here!” he said happily.
“Welcome to Nightly Trail!”

Ian poked his head out the window. They had driven so deep into the woods, the trees had completely blocked the sunlight, so it seemed almost like nighttime.

“Go on”, Manny said, leaning back in his seat. “Take a little look around.”

Ian hopped out of the truck, landing feet first on the muddy ground. As he walked away from Manny, Ian’s steps got slower and heavier as the heavy boots squelched through the wet mud. He was grateful for the Ranger boots—his feet would’ve definitely gotten drenched in his chucks.

Other than the rumbling of Manny’s truck, it wasn’t too noisy—just the chirping of birds and some crickets. It seemed rather peaceful, until a loud AWOOOOOOO erupted through the woods.

Ian immediately stomped back towards the truck. Manny laughed a bit.

“Afraid of wolves?” He asked.

“Y-yeah, a little”, Ian replied.

Manny put his window down, and howled back at the wolf, followed by a few hard revs from his truck. VROOOOOM, VROOOOOOM!!

Shortly after, they heard a distant whimpering, followed by the sound of feet running away.

Manny reached over and rubbed Ian’s leg. “I’m the alpha around here”, he said, before squeezing his thigh. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything get near you. You’re MY prey!”

Ian didn’t know how to respond to that—he felt nervous and aroused at the same time.

“Let’s go in a little more, shall we?” Manny said. He put his truck in Drive, and floored it through the mire. Wet mud splashed on either side of them. Once they got closer to the end of the puddle, the muck got thicker, coating his tires. Once they drove over a slick spot, his caked tires gave way.

zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz!! zzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzz!! Manny couldn’t get them up the slight but slick incline. He began hitting the gas so hard, Ian could hear the thumping of the gas pedal with each stomp. It got him hot and bothered all over again.

“Come on, come ON!” Manny growled through his teeth, jerking the wheel left and right as he stomped the gas pedal.

VROOOOOOOOOOOOOM!! zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzz!! zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz!! “DAMN!!” He yelled, punching the door. He turned and looked at Ian, who had already slipped a hand into his pants and begun rubbing himself. He calmed down a bit, and stared at him for a bit.

When Ian realized that Manny was grinning his way, he nearly jumped out of his chair.

“Havin’ fun?” Manny asked.

“Yeah”, Ian replied. “Most I’ve had in a while!”

“Glad to hear it!” Manny said happily, as he reached over and rubbed Ian’s crotch. Ian tried his best to stifle his moans as his big strong hand gently stroked his hard dick. “So you didn’t cum yet. Good!”

“How’s…how’s that good?” Ian asked sheepishly.

“It’s good”, Manny said, unbuckling his seat belt so he could lean in closer to Ian, “because we’re about to play a little game! Once it starts, you can NOT bust a load til it’s over!”

Ian gulped. He wondered what the burly truck driver had in store for him…

Oh definitely

With Mick gone for the fall, and Joel and Lyle taking more time for themselves, Ian wondered when he’d be able to have more stuck adventures until Novmeber, when Mitch was returning for thanksgiving.

About a month into the fall semester, a new student was introduced into Ian’s class. Ian got a good look at the new guy. He was tall—an inch or two taller than Joel. He had thick black hair, and a short beard. He was dressed in a black, halfway buttoned-up denim jacket, dark blue jeans, and black, pointed toe cowboy boots.

He caught the attention of everyone in the class—even the teacher blushed a little. Ian couldn’t take his eyes off of him…he felt as though he knew him from somewhere.

“So…why don’t you introduce yourself to the class”, the teacher suggested, slightly flustered.

“Sure thing”, the newbie replied, before facing the class. “I’m Manuel, but you guys can call me Manny! It’s nice to meet you!” he stated with enthusiasm.

“That’ll do nicely”, the teacher said, still very much on cloud nine. “Now please take the seat in front of Ian—over there.”

Once she said Ian’s name, Manny looked in his direction and smiled when he spotted Ian. Ian immediately looked down at his desk, his face completely red. Manny walked to his desk and sat down. A hint of cologne wafted from Manny, along with a bit of musk. Ian’s eyes were pretty much glued to the back of his dominant, denim-clad frame for the rest of the class.

As Ian headed for home, the thought of Manny was still fresh in his mind. In the parking lot, he noticed a parked truck he’d never seen before—a Chevy Silverado. It was about as large as Joel’s, but it was black with mud splattered here and there.

Ian immediately remembered Manny from last summer—he was the one who towed Mick out of the mud. He suddenly got excited, and pulled out his phone to take a few pictures of his truck. As soon as he was done, he spun around and walked right into Manny.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry”, Ian said, rubbing his head.

“No harm done”, Manny replied as he dusted off his jacket. Then he looked at Ian. “So…you’re really into trucks, huh?”

“Umm, yeah”, Ian said sheepishly.

Manny leaned in closer. “Wanna be in mine?” he asked, with a sweet yet devilish smile.
Ian nodded, feeling half aroused and half intimidated.

Manny unlocked his truck. “Hop in!” he ordered. Ian jumped into the passenger’s seat. “You get some good shots?” he asked, with a half smirk.

Ian gulped. “Yeah”, he replied. “They’re for my blog.” He pulled up his “StuckFan” page and showed it to Manny. As he scrolled through the photos and watched some of the videos, Ian caught a glimpse of Manny’s hand sliding toward his crotch.

“This is pretty good stuff!” Manny exclaimed, as he started his engine. He drove off the campus quickly.

“Where are we going?” Ian asked.

“I wanna give you some fresh content”, Manny replied. “I found this real nice place yesterday that got my tires spinning for a bit.”

After a few miles, he took a hard right onto a dirt road. It’d been storming for a few days, so it was nice and muddy. Manny headed straight for a puddle, splashing soupy mud all over the truck. After the puddle was a steep uphill climb. VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!! Manny floored the gas, as he tried to clear the hill in one go. But it was too slick, and they slowly slid back down into the puddle.

“Wow, that was a rush!” Ian yelled.

Manny punched the wheel. “Yeah!!” he agreed. “Ok, get out and record. Give me the signal when you want me to punch it!”
Ian hopped out, and got some distance between himself and Manny’s truck. He set the phone to record, and waved to Manny.

“Ok, go!” he shouted.

Manny backed up, gave his truck a few revs, then charged forward. He splashed through the puddle again, then attempted the hill. VROOMROOMROOOOOOOOOOOOM!! zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz!! He made it further than halfway up the hill, before bottoming out and sliding back into the puddle. After about twenty seconds, he backed up again and gave the climb a third try. zzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!

As Ian recording Manny’s tires skinning the mud off that hill, he began to stroke his hardon. Manny to a look at Ian, and pinned the gas pedal. VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! zzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz!!

Even though he wasn’t getting any closer to the top, he wanted to get Ian going. After a while, the truck slid back down into the puddle, then shut off. Ian could hear Manny shouting “DAMMIT!!”, and giggled a bit.
Manny cranked his truck, starting it after the third try. He backed up more than before, revved on it HARD, then charged through the puddle harder than ever; even from where he was standing, Ian got a minimal splash of wet mud. He got up the hill, but began to spin out near the top. zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz! zzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz!! Manny floored it. VROOMROOMROOMROOMROOOOOOOOOOOM!!! zzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz!!! Ian ended up blowing a load onto the wet soil. At few seconds later, Manny finally got up the hill.

Ian ran to the other side of the hill, watching as Manny slid down to where he was. He hopped in, and they drove through a few more puddles before heading back on the road.

Manny dropped Ian off at his place. Ian gave him his number, so they could keep in touch outside of school.

“One more thing”, Manny said, eyeing the tire tracks in Ian’s front yard. “Mind if I leave my mark?” he asked.

Ian nodded. “Be my guest”, he replied happily.
Manny rubbed Ian’s head. “I think I’m gonna like you”, he said with a smirk.

He got back in his truck, backed up onto the middle of Ian’s lawn, and did a burnout. zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz!! Mud shot from his rear tires as he dug into the wet grass and moist ground. Afterward, he spun his way back onto the pavement, giving Ian a wave as he took off down the street.

Ian went inside, and uploaded the videos he did with Manny onto his StuckFan site. As he rewatched their adventure, he got hard all over again.

“What a guy”, Ian thought, as he proceeded to rub one more load out.

As the school year came to a close, Ian was elated that Mick had gotten in touch with him again. No only was he able to hang with his hero and his friends, but he’d also gotten his greatest footage—Mick and Joel’s rigs getting stuck at Minefield Mire. After the fun was over, Mick decided to crash at Ian’s place. Ian was restless—THE Slick Mick was right downstairs!

As the summer went on, Mick and Ian got into all kinds of muddy adventures together. The highlight occurred the weekend prior to the start of Ian’s fall semester at Rockmore University. Mick was gonna be gone for the fall, but beforehand he wanted to give Ian a “parting gift”.

He woke up to the sound of Mick’s jeep. He threw some clothes on and burst out the door. Mick was revving his engine, sending cloud after cloud of white smoke into the air. Ian walked over to the driver side. “HEY, MICK!!” he shouted over the motor.

Mick took his foot off the gas, bringing his jeep to a steady rumble. “Hey there, Sunshine!” he replied, before turning bright red. “I…didn’t wake ya, did I?”

Ian shook his head. “I don’t mind waking up to your motor”, he stated happily.

Mick grinned. “Want me to take you somewhere?” he asked.

Ian beamed. “Sure!” he replied. “Do you have a place in mind?”

“I do, actually”, Mick said. “Remember that one spot I told you about? The one that took my friend Antione’s truck?”

“Yeah?”

“Well…I wanna see how much truth there is to his little story”, Mick said. “Hop in!”
Ian got his stuff together, then got into Mick’s jeep. He sped down the road, heading south.

“So…this place we’re going to…it’s some kind of swamp?” Ian asked.

“Kinda”, Mick answered. “It stays muddy year round, even when it snows. Mudders used to tell me and Antione stories about that spot—how it’s cursed or something.”

“Whoa…”, Ian said.

“Antione’s a lot more gutsy than I am, so he went there to prove those guys wrong. But lo and behold, there was truth to what they were saying!” Mick took a more serious tone, “According to him, once he got to the clearing at the end of the path, the mud tried to swallow his truck whole! Almost like it was…ALIVE!” He looked over at Ian, who was shaking a little in his seat, and continued with a smirk. “He said it even went up his tailed pipe and made his truck shut off. Just violated it from the inside out!”

“That’s…that’s just not possible”, Ian said shakily.

Mick shrugged. “That’s what I said. But Antione sounded SO sure! And he was pale with fear the whole damn time! I could tell he wasn’t bullshittin’ me.”

“So even though Antione already tried and failed”, Ian said, “you’re gonna do the same thing??”

“Damn right”, Mick stated, pointing toward his gear. “But don’t fret. I’M goin’ in prepared.”
Mick barreled down the path heading to the “cursed” bog. The closer they got to the clearing, the muddier the path became. VROOOOOOOOOOOM, VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Mick gave his jeep more gas, but it took everything he had just to keep it from sliding into a ditch. At one point the ground became so soft that Mick’s jeep began to slowly sink in the mud.

“C’mon, dammit!” he growled as he pounded the gas with his logger boot.

VROOMROOMROOMROOOOOOOOOOOM!!

His rear tires spun wildly through the muck, before gaining traction and continuing down the muddy path.

Ian slowly rubbed himself while Mick struggled through the soft dirt road. He’d been moaning softly over the sound of the jeep’s loud motor, so Mick didn’t notice until he came to a stop.

“Wow, you’re really going at it”, he remarked.

Ian looked over at Mick’s grinning face and blushed. “I-I can’t help it!” he stated. “All that struggling really got to me.”

Mick chuckled. “Well don’t bust a nut too soon”, he said, pointing forward. “We’re finally here.”

Before them was a wide dead end, closed off by trees. They could tell the ground was saturated.

“It’s beautiful”, Ian remarked. He opened the jeep door on his side, and hopped out. He slowly sank into the mud, which went over his leather Chucks. He proceeded to take a few steps, each one harder than the last.

“Yo, how is it?” Mick shouted.

“It’s not too deep!” Ian yelled back. “But it’s very thick. I can barely walk through it!”

“Get back in before it swallows you!” Mick yelled. Ian squelched back toward the jeep until he was safely back inside. He panted as he eyed his coated feet.

“It’s pretty rough out there”, Ian remarked. “I almost lost my shoes!”

“Whoa”, Mick replied. “This might end up being a challenge…”

He put his jeep in reverse, and tried to back up. zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz!! His tires were already caked with mud, so he could only go back a few yards. Then he shifted into Park, revving his engine in anticipation. VROOM, VROOM, VROOM!! He gripped the steering wheel, while Ian readied his phone to record in one hand, while stroking his hardon with the other.

“Ready?” Mick asked Ian.

“Yeah!” he replied excitedly. “Let ‘er rip!!”

Mick shifted to “Drive”, and floored the gas pedal. VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! VROOM, VROOOOOOOM!! It was slow going as the rear tires struggled through the mud, but he gained enough traction to shoot forward into the dead end. He didn’t get too far in when he hit a soft spot and began sinking.

zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz!! zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzz!! Mick put the Jeep into 4WD, then slammed his boot on the gas pedal. VROOMROOMROOMROOMROOOOOOOOOM!! He turned the wheel violently as the jeep slowly zigzagged through the mud.
Ian was in nirvana in the passenger seat. He took it all in at once—the whining of Mick’s quickly-spinning tires, the low, loud roar of his jeep’s motor, the thumping sound his logger boot made as it slammed on the gas pedal, his frustrated growls and expletives—and moaned as he neared climax.

When Mick saw how horny Ian was, he felt less pissed. Ian was having a good time, so he decided to follow his lead. VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! He plowed through the thick mud until he was almost at the center of the spot. VROOOOOOOM, VROOOOOOOOOOM! zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz!!! zzzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzz!!!

The muck had a strong hold of Mick’s jeep. No matter how hard he pressed the pedal, his four tires spun helplessly in the mud. But by then, Mick was as horny as Ian—he didn’t care if he was stuck. He kept flooring the gas pedal with his steel toed boots. VROOOOOOOM! VROOOOOOOM! VROOOOOOOOOM! He was stroking his own dick with one hand, while stroking Ian with the other. Their grunts and moans filled the inside of the truck.

“Mi….Mi….Mick!” Ian managed to say over the engine. “We’re sin…sinking!”

Mick smirked at Ian, before flooring the gas again.

zzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz!! zzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz!! zzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz!!! The whine of the tires took Ian over, and he shot cum all over Mick’s gloved hand.

Keeping his foot pinned to the floor, Mick stroked himself even faster, before letting out a shout and blasting cum on the steering wheel.

They looked at each other, panting, with faint smiles on their faces.

“That…was so fuckin’ awesome!” Mick said, before roaring with laughter.

“Yeah…I…I agree, Mick!” Ian replied. “But…what now? We’re in…too deep.”

Mick put his jeep in Drive, and pounded the gas pedal. VROOOOOOOM!! VROOOOOOOOOM!! VROOMROOOOOOOOOOM!! zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz!! zzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz!!! He punched the steering wheel

“I told you”, Ian said with a slight smile.

“Don’t worry”, Mick assured him. “I know a guy…”

With that, Mick phoned a friend who could tow him out of the mud. A half hour later, a dark blue Super Duty truck slowly backed up towards the jeep. Once it got close enough, a tall man jumped out and approached Mick’s jeep with a cable.

After hooking it up, he got back into his truck and pulled. A loud zzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz came from his truck’s tires as they spun in the mud. Mick was stuck deep, so it gave the heavy truck some trouble.

zzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzz!! zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzz!! The truck’s engine and hard-spinning tires, combined with Mick’s roaring motor as he struggled to break free, got Ian worked up again. He rubbed himself while the two trucks’ motors roared through the muck. He felt that he’d climax, when Mick finally got yanked free.

Once Mick was back on solid ground, the driver of the truck got out and came to his window.

“I can’t believe you came out here, even though Antione told you what happened to his truck”, the man said, shaking his head.

“Lay off, Manny!” Mick snapped. “I just wanted to see how much truth there was to his story.” He looked over at Ian. “I also wanted to show my fan here a good time.”

Manny chuckled. “Well, I guess I can’t blame you for being curious”, he said. He peered over at Ian. “So you’re his number one fan, huh?”

Ian gave a slight smile. “Yeah”, he replied shyly. “He really did get me going.”

“I see”, he said. “Well I’m off. I’ll see you later, Mickey!” Then he looked back at Ian and winked. “And hopefully our paths will cross soon too.”

Ian began to turn red as Manny got back in his truck and drove down the soft trail. Mick followed him back to the road, then the two trucks went their separate ways.

“So…who was that guy?” Ian asked. “A friend of yours?”

Mick scratched his shallow beard. “Eh, kinda”, he replied. “I know Manny through Antoine. He’s been following in our muddy footsteps for about a year now. He’s pretty intense behind the wheel—way more than that pretty boy Joel.”

“Wow”, Ian remarked.

Mick looked at him and grinned. “Why? You wanna ride with him or something?”

Ian blushed slightly. “I..wouldn’t mind.
Especially with you heading north soon.”

“Well, you’re in luck”, Mick stated. “Turns out, he’s gonna be going to your college this fall.”

Ian lit up. “Really?!” He said.

Mick nodded. “Just be careful with that one”, he said. “He’s sweet at first, but he likes to play rough.”

Ian wondered what Mick meant by that. But he figured that Manny couldn’t be much rougher than Mick was.

Mick dropped Ian off at his house, giving him a tight bear hug before he had the chance to leave his jeep.

“Now you be a good lil fan”, Mick said. “I’ll be back before you know it!”

Ian hugged Mick back. “I can’t wait for your return”, he replied. “Promise me you’ll keep in touch.”

“Oh I will”, Mick assured him. “And if I end up gettin’ trapped somewhere you’ll be the first to know!”

Ian waved as Mick took off down the street. He went inside and uploaded today’s steamy misadventure onto his site. It was without a doubt one of Ian’s new favorite moments; once Mick began to sink into the swampy muck, he began to rub one out.

Afterward, he showered and went to bed, already thinking about what the next moment would be like.