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.

@Hipbootsdriver Thanks, man! I appreciate your support

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)

Before they knew it, the school year had ended. Mick figured out how to enjoy this milestone, then decided to celebrate by having them head to the lakebed; it'd be both Joel and Ian's first times seeing it.

As Mick and Joel's trucks entered the more solid edges of the lakebed, Joel veered upon the stretch of smooth ground ahead of them. He got out, and he could feel his boots pressing into the clay. He then moved over to Mick's window.

"Quite the spot you got here!" Joel remarked.

"Right? I found this spot not too long ago", Mick said. "It's been a while since I was here last, so I thought I'd bring you here for a little challenge."

"Really now?" Joel asked, beginning to smile.

"Yeah!" Mick answered happily. "It's pretty simple: Winner's the guy that makes it farthest."

"Sound easy enough", Joel said.

Mick chuckled. "We'll see. Now, L rides with you, while Ian rides with me. If either of us gets in trouble, our passengers take the wheel while we push."

"Got it!" Joel stated. He looked over at Lyle. "You've been here before--what's this place like? Any tricks I should know about?"

Lyle shrugged. "Mickey's only taken me here once. But I know the ground gets softer as you go inward. Maintain your speed, and stay away from the center."

"Okay!" Joel replied, as he revved his engine.

Mick revved as well. "Hang on TIGHT, Fanboy!" he yelled over to Ian.

Ian buckled his seatbelt, and set his phone to record Mick. Mick winked in its direction, before taking off. Joel took off about a second later.

The two trucks were neck and neck, speeding in a straight line across the clay. As they got further in, the mud became softer and softer, slowing them down.

"WHOO-HOOOOO!" Mick shouted, as he went from darting to zig-zagging in the mud. Ian screamed with glee seeing his idol gun it through the slop. He hoped he'd get stuck--AFTER Joel, of course.

"Oh, YEAH!!" Joel yelled, gripping the steering wheel with both hands as his right foot pinned the gas pedal.

"YOU'VE GOT THIIIIS!" Lyle yelled. He gripped his growing bulge through his jeans, as the roar and rumbling of his boyfriend's truck began to take him over.

Joel wanted to take care of Lyle's load, but he needed both hands just to keep the Ram from veering off its path.

Mick began to feel his member twitching in his pants too. He looked over at Ian, and he was already stroking away. He sped through the muck, when he suddenly hit something, causing his Jeep to jerk up and down.

"What the heck was THAT?!" Ian hollered.

Mick looked up ahead. Some rocks jutted from the ground. "CRAP!" he shouted, as he hit another. He didn't want to risk a flat tire, or worse them flipping.

"We're heading into some ROCKY ROAD!" Lyle yelled.

Joel nodded, then tried his best to dodge the boulders. Suddenly, his truck slowed down greatly, followed by a loud ZZZZZzzzzzZZZZZZ from his tires.

"The hell?!" Joel yelled. He pressed the gas pedal harder.

VROOMROOOOOOM!! ZzzzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzz!!

Lyle was rock-hard now, but mustered enough willpower to assess the situation. “I think you’re on a rock or something, Joel!” He shouted.

Joel opened his door and looked back. His truck was atop a flat stone with a slick surface; his spinning tires had dug into the mud until they unearthed it. He decided to tease Lyle with another go, but the slick rock held his truck in place. “There’s no gettin’ past it!” Joel said laughingly.

“Just…just go around it!” Lyle yelled. He was almost at his limit.

Joel smirked, then backed up until they were no longer on the rock, then went around it.

Up ahead, Mick was also trying not to hit the stones. When he saw Joel catching up, he was surprised; he saw and heard him almost get stuck. He decided to floor it to keep his lead, but his tires kicked stones loose, and one flew into Joel’s truck.

“WATCH IT, YA MORON!” Joel shouted angrily.

“Sorry, SORRY!” Mick replied, trying not to laugh. Just then, he hit a larger stone, making his jeep swerve and slide in the mud. Mick and Ian were whooping and laughing as his four tires spun hard, kicking up globs of sludge before finally gaining traction again.

“You ok, little buddy?!” Mick asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine”, Ian replied, “but PLEASE be careful!”

Mick sighed. “Got it, got it….”

Both their trucks were nearing the other side of the lakebed, and the ground was starting to incline.

“You really for the finale?” Mick asked Ian. He was already stroking.

“Y-yes!” Ian replied. “Gun it!!”

Mick floored the gas. Joel, with the incline in his sights, floored it as well. But as they got to the slick incline, the sound of eight spinning tires filled the air.

“Come on, baby! You got this!!” Mick shouted.

“Kick in it! You can do it!” Joel hollered.

ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzZzzzzzzzZZZZZ!! The incline caught both of them, bout neither driver was backing down. They spun em’ for a good two minutes, then they both slid back down to more level ground. All four men were drunk on adrenaline; Ian and Lyle had both climaxed during that moment, while Joel and Mick were both leaking precum. Both their rigs left deep tire tracks on the incline, and the scent of gasoline and burnt mud and rubber filled the air.

Mick looked over at Ian. His khakis didn’t hide the load he blew. When Ian saw Mick’s grinning face, he blushed.

“I told you this’d be a blast!” Mick said.

“You didn’t disappoint”, Ian replied sheepishly.

“I’m gonna give it another go. Hold on tight!” he ordered, as he started to rev.

Joel had just came to, when he heard Mick’s jeep. He looked over at Lyle. “Ready for round two, bud?” He asked.

“Yeah”, Lyle replied. “Go for it!”

Joel looked over at Mick, revving his own engine with a devilish grin. Mick revved harder, winking at Joel before putting his shades on. Almost in unison, they counted to three.

After “3”, they both headed for the incline. Like before, both trucks began spinning out on the slick, slanted ground. Mick turned his wheel left, then right, repeatedly until he started making headway. “Come on, come on, come ooooonnnn”, he growled, until he finally made it out.

After having caught his breath, Ian stopped recording. “This is definitely going on the blog!” He stated.

“It better!” Mick replied. “This is a once in a lifetime moment ”

Behind them, they heard Joel’s truck revving, then a loud ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzZZZZZzzzz! He couldn’t make it up the incline.

“I’ll get the winch ready”, Mick said, before continuing with a smirk, “so why do you go get some more footage for yourself ?”

Ian nodded, and went out to where Joel and Lyle were. At this point, the Ram had gotten stuck in the ruts it made. They weren’t going anywhere.

“Damn it!” Joel shouted. He knew he couldn’t escape the mud, but kept hitting the gas. He felt something rubbing his leg, slowly creeping up his thigh until it settled on his hard member. He looked over at Lyle, who was teasing him. Seeing Lyle sweet smile calmed him down a bit.

“Don’t you think it’s time to give up?” Lyle asked. “I’m sure Mickey will help us…”

“Make me”, Joel replied, his eyes motioning toward his zipper as he revved his engine. Lyle got the picture.

Joel’s Ram jerked forward, before bottoming out in the ruts. Joel growled and cussed all the while, before finally releasing into Lyle’s mouth.

“Ah…ah…”, Joel gasped. He then looked straight ahead. “Oh, crap….”

“I’m glad you liked it”, Lyle replied, wiping his mouth.

“It’s not that…”, Joel said.

Lyle looked up, and saw Mick looking at them with a slight smirk.

“Mickey!” Lyle yelled.

“I’m, uh…I’m ready to give you guys a tow”, Mick said in a low voice.

“Okay...okay!” Joel said. Mick then proceeded to tug at the Ram. It took three good pulls before Joel was freed from the mud, and a couple more to get him out of the lakebed.

The four of them went to Ian’s place, turning in shortly after.

The next few days, it rained on and off. Joel and Lyle met up whenever they weren’t at school, and hit their usual mudding spots.

Starting with Tuesday morning, they tore up the Shortcut in Joel’s Ram. The two men took turns getting the truck bogged down in RWD, and then breaking free in 4WD. In one instance, they got caught in a ditch. Joel had to get out and push, while Lyle worked the pedals. They freed the truck, but it (and Joel) were completely covered.

Wednesday evening, Lyle took the Ram’s wheel, and decided to “decorate” Joel’s backyard by doing donuts in the Ram, until it got stuck in the muddy ruts he made. Joel rode shotgun, teasing and servicing Lyle all the while. They fooled around until after midnight, when they both passed out after getting stuck in a rut. The next morning, Joel tried to get his truck free, but the rains had resumed and made the yard even more slick than before. Lyle, unable to stay idle while Joel’s working his truck, begins rubbing and stroking him, making Joel pound the gas pedal even harder. He ends up blowing a nice load shortly after escaping the clutches of his backyard.

Lyle and Joel gave it a rest for the remainder of the day, but decided to resume on Friday morning. This time, they hit the fields. After three days of rain, the grassy fields were extremely slick. They hadn’t made it ten yards in, before all four of Joel’s tires were spinning in the wet grass.

A loud ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZ was carried in the wind as Joel struggled to move his truck. He managed to travel at a snail’s pace across the fields; his foot floored the gas pedal, but the slick ground kept his Ram from taking off. With gritted teeth, Joel stomped the gas until the truck stalled and shut off.

“Ah, DAMN IT!” Joel shouted. He roughly turned the key, growling “Come on, come on, come ON!” under his breath.

As he cranked the engine, Lyle leaned over and gave him a slow rub that helped him relax, and get his frustration (among other things) out of his system. He finally got the Ram started, and pressed the gas. It was still slow going across the slick grass, but they managed to spin their tires through the fields, then slowly zigzagged their way back to Joel’s so he could change out of his cum-stained boxers and jeans.

They proceeded to go to school afterward. After it was over, Ian was leaned against Joel’s still mud-stained truck.

“Yo!” Joel shouted, saluting Ian.

“Hey, Ian”, Lyle said.

“Looks like you guys were having a blast and a half”, Ian remarked, pointing to the caked tires.

“Yeah”, Lyle replied, scratching the back of his head. “We’ve been taking advantage of the rainy season. We kinda got a little carried away…”

“Lyle mentioned that you wanted to join us”, Joel cut in. “You got a good spot in mind?”

“Yeah, actually”, Ian replied with a smile. He pulled up a picture of the location on his phone. It was a secluded swampy area. “Mick calls this place the Mire Minefield. I’m not sure why…it looks like a good place to sink, though ️.”

“Hmmm…if Mickey found this place, it’s gotta be challenging. What do you think, Joel?” Lyle asked.

Joel took a good look at the pic, then grinned. “Sounds like a plan!” he said eagerly.

Ian jumped for joy. “Awesome!”

Joel drove Ian and Lyle to Ian’s, parking in his front yard. After some thorough planning, they spent the night, and after catching his rear tires in Ian’s muddy yard, Joel put it in 4WD, broke free, and took off for Minefield Mire.

Once they started going off road, the narrow path became wetter and slicker. Joel’s tires started slipping and spinning as they neared the heart of the swamp.

The three of them started to get antsy and hard, especially Ian. Joel began to rub Lyle’s crotch, then nodded to Ian in the rear view mirror. Ian rubbed himself slowly—he didn’t want to blow a load before they reached the swamp.

Before they knew it, they made it to the clearing—a near black, muddy ground surrounded by trees.

Joel and Lyle started to wonder if they could make it out of there, when Ian broke the silence.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna head in. It does look kind of…ominous in person 🥶”

Hearing that, Joel snapped out of it. “Nah, I’ve got this!” He assured Ian. He began to rev his engine, then looked over at Lyle with a confident smile. Lyle smiled back, though he was still a bit nervous. Ian was worried as well, but his excitement overshadowed it completely

“Count of three!” Joel shouted over his engine. “One, two….” He trailed off, loosening his grip on the wheel for a moment, before gripping it tightly and yelling “THREE!”

Back at the far pit, Mick and Joel both leaned back in their seats with their booted feet up--Joel's boots were on the dashboard, while Mick's were on the steering wheel.

"Hey..." Joel said.

"Yeah?" Mick asked, half-asleep.

"Lyle told me about your exploits. Surely by now, you've racked up a lot of rivals..."

"Oh, yeah!" Mick laughed.

"So....where do I place on that list?"

"Hmmmmm", Mick wondered, "I'd say you're number five on my list."

"Wow", Joel said in amazement.

"I've only battled you twice", Mick pointed out, "but you're pretty good! I mean, you REALLY got my blood boiling during that second challenge!"

Joel grinned. "So....who're the rivals above me?"

"Number 4 is a biker named Dylan", Mick stated. "He and his two buddies have their own little posse out in a town west of here. 3 is Antione, a trucker. He's got a rig like you wouldn't believe!"

Joel was impressed. "What about...Ethan? That guy from your story last night?"

"He's my number one rival!" Mick said. "You actually kinda remind me of him. He's older than you by like a decade, but he's pretty arrogant and loves to piss me off.”

Joel laughed.

"He wasn't my first rival, but I've challenged him more times than any of the others", Mick continued. "To date, I've never beaten him in his element..."

“Element? 🧐”

“Like you and I mainly trek through mud, but he prefers to spin HIS tires in snow and ice.”

“Ah, I see”, Joel said.

“When winter comes, he and Larry—my number two rival—tear it up in the north. They find a nice secluded spot, and spin their tires until their vehicles—and THEY—are completely empty ”

“These guys sound pretty cool!” Joel pointed out. “Do they ever come down here?”

“Not often”, Mick replied.

“Ah well….” Joel sighed. “Soooo….is Lyle somewhere on your list?”

“Nah”, Mick said. “We’ve biked before, but never competitively. He says that my challenger side…frightens him a little 🥶”

Joel laughed. “He’s said that about me too, if you can believe that !”

“I can!” Mick replied through his own laughing. “You’re a total mon—-“

Just then, a pair of headlights shone some yards away. Soon after, a figure stood in front of the lights. “Mickey!! HEEEEYYYY!” A man shouted in the Jeep’s direction.

“Lyle?!” Mick shouted back.

“Yeah! Are you guys okay?!”

“Yeah!” Joel answered for them.

Lyle was relieved. He got into Joel's Ram, then turned it around so that it faced the exit. Mick tucked his jeans into his logger boots, got out, and trekked through the thick mud with his tow line.

As he linked his Jeep to the truck, Lyle came up to him and gave him a light kick to the shin.

"Ow!" Mick yelped.

"You really scared me, you know!" Lyle said, his arms crossed.

Mick wrapped around Lyle's leg, rubbing the boot that kicked him. "I know, I know", Mick replied. "I'm soooooo sorry!"

Lyle rolled his eyes, before jerking his leg away. "You never change, do you Mickey?"

"Fraid not!" he replied as he stood back up.

"So how'd it go? The 'bonding', I mean."

"Pretty good, actually!" Mick turned to the Jeep. "I think he's warming up to me!"

Lyle stifled a little laughter. "I bet!"

"Okay...on my signal, drive forward with enough force that you pull the jeep. I'll be giving some gas on my end too!"

"Got it!"

Mick got back into his jeep and pressed the gas. Meanwhile, Lyle tried to pull on it from the front. The jeep was stuck pretty deep, so it wouldn't budge. The repeated attempts made ruts under the Ram's already mud-caked tires. Lyle could hear them start to slip and spin.

"Stop, STOP!" Mick ordered. He then turned to Joel. "You take the wheel. I'll push from behind."

"But I'm stronger than you", Joel pointed out.

"But MY boots have more grip in mud", Mick countered. "I'm sure L doesn't wanna see you slip and faceplant."

Joel sighed. "Fine!"

With that, Mick got behind his Jeep, as Joel crawled into the driver's seat.

"Ok, GO!" Mick yelled. The Ram backed up, before pulling with all its might. Meanwhile, Mick's jeep spun its tires as Mick pushed it from behind. Joel decided to floor it, sending globs of red clay flying at Mick.

"Hey, hey, HEY!" Mick shouted at Joel, "Ease up on the gas a bit!" His leather vest, shirt, and jeans were stained here and there with clay.

"Sorry", Joel replied while laughing. He hit the gas gently this time, and the jeep slowly lurched forward inch by inch. Suddenly, they heard a loud zzzZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz up ahead. Lyle had gotten the Ram stuck in the ruts.

"Ah, damn!" Lyle shouted as he hit the gas, trying to break free. He couldn't help but rub his cum-soaked crotch.

"He's having WAY too much fun with this!" Mick remarked.

Joel nodded. "Can't say I blame him. I'm starting to twitch a bit too!" He began to rub himself through his jeans, as he floored the gas pedal.

"Wha-HEY!!" Mick yelled, as mud began to spray him again. He came to the driver side window and yanked the door open. "Get out!" he told Joel.

"I thought you said you didn't trust me to push your Jeep", Joel said with a smirk.

"I can't trust you to drive it either!" Mick shot back. "You push...just be careful not to slip!"

"Got it", Joel replied. He took one step into the greasy clay, and his smooth-soled Ariats almost gave out from under him. He tucked his jeans into his boots, and carefully trekked to the back of the jeep.

"Drive SLOWLY, Lyle!" Joel yelled. "You should be able to get unstuck!"

"Okay!" Lyle said, out of breath. He'd already came. He rocked the truck back and forth, carefully, and managed to free himself. Then he got back to pulling. Joel pushed the jeep from behind, his boots slipping constantly all the while. Mick gave some gas gently, and they managed to get it to a point in which Mick could free himself from the pit.

"Yes!" Mick cheered. "We did it!" He ran up to Lyle and high-fived him. "Good work, buddy!"

"Ummmm, thanks", Lyle replied, his face slightly red.

Mick look downed. Lyle's jeans had two wet spots on the front. He smirked, which made Lyle blush even more.

"Ahem!" a deep voice said behind them both. It was Joel, who had red clay stained on several places on the front; he slipped and fell once Mick took off.

Mick looked at Joel and laughed. "Serves you right--HEY!"

Mick got hit from behind by a glob of mud, by Lyle. It stained the back of his vest.

"Why you...", Mick started, when another glob hit him in the leg--this time by Joel.

"HA!" Lyle laughed, before he also got hit by Joel.

"I'M the only one who gets to splatter on Lyle!" he stated, as he winked at Lyle.

Mick picked up a glob of red clay in each hand, and nailed both of them.

The three of them messed around in the mud until they were all covered. Then they drove back to Mick's place to shower, wash their clothes, and eat dinner. Afterward, Joel and Lyle said their goodbyes to Mick, and headed back to Joel's house.

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.

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.

I like seeing guys trek in mud.

One time. I paid such a guy a visit—I enjoyed seeing his Wescos get stuck in the mud

“Part two?” Ian asked. His excitement and curiosity had peaked.

Mick nodded, then drove the Jeep to the less muddy part of the verge. “Ok, out!”

Ian got out of the truck. Lyle started to motion out as well, but Mick grabbed his hand. “Not YOU, L”, he said, “Im gonna need your help.”

“Oh, I see.”

“You’ve gotta phone, right?” Mick yelled over to Ian.

“Yeah!”

“Ok, set it to record! You’re gonna love this!”

Ian had his phone ready, and on Mick’s mark, he started to record him. The jeep revved thrice; on the third rev, Mick took off into the verge. He did several donuts, before getting stuck near the middle of the muddy grass.

Mick had his jeep in RWD, and with the amount of gas he was giving, it bogged down quickly. Ian walked around and zoomed in on the truck—the caked rear tires, the exhaust spewing white smoke every time Mick floored it, and even the driver side window. Mick put on his best poker face for the camera as he rocked his rig.

“Is this enough?” Ian asked. He’d recorded over ten minutes.

“Yeah”, Mick said, his bravado fading. “You can stop recording.”

By the time he was done with his fanservice, his jeep was completely covered with mud. His tires were completely caked, and even with 4WD he couldn’t make his way out of the verge.

“Lyle, take the wheel!” Mick ordered. “I’ll get out and push.”

“Got it”, Lyle said. On Mick’s signal, he tapped the gas pedal repeatedly. The tires spun, but the rig wouldn’t move too much.

“Move! MOVE, dammit!” Mick growled. After a few minutes of pushing, his logger boots were almost as caked in mud as his tires. He also had mud splattered here and there on his jeans and leather vest.

Little did either of them know, Ian was secretly recording this too. He couldn’t resist—not only did he get to meet his idol, but he got front row seats to the action AND the aftermath.

Once he felt like he got enough footage, Ian stopped recording and walk over to solid ground, where Lyle was heading. Little by little, they managed to escape the mud. By then, Mick was a muddy mess.

“Are you ok, Mick?” Ian asked, while stifling his laughter.

“Yeah, yeah….” Mick said. “I’ve been through worse.”

“Worse than THAT?” Ian eyed him up and down. Mud caked his boots, painted the fronts of his jeans, and splattered on his leather vest and shirt. There was even a speck in his beard.

Despite it all, Mick grinned. “Yup. WAY worse.”

He clamped his hand on Ian’s shoulder. “But you know what? It was SO worth it! Don’t you agree?”

Ian nodded. “Totally worth it! ️”

They got back into Mick’s jeep, and headed back on the road.

“Idk about you guys, but I’m pretty much spent!” Mick remarked.

“Same here”, Lyle added. “You really did the most, Mickey.”

“Yup! Anything for a fan”, Mick said, winking at Ian through the rearview mirror.

Ian blushed.

After a thorough car wash, Mick and Lyle reached Ian’s house.

“I can’t thank you enough for today!” Ian said happily.

“No problem!” Mick replied. “Hopefully we’ll get to do it again! Maybe even solo…”

Ian blushed even deeper. “Well, I’d love that. I’ll sort out my upcoming school schedule, and—“

“Wait…school?!” Mick said, a little shocked. “How old are you?”

“20”, Ian replied. “I’m starting college soon.”

Mick sighed out of relief.

“Wait…which college?” Lyle asked.

“Rockmore U”

“Wow! Looks like we’ll be seeing more of each other then ”, Lyle said. “It’ll be my second year there.”

Ian beamed. “Cool! ”

“Well”, Mick cut in, “it’s been good and all, but it’s about time for us to get back. It was nice runnin into you, kid!”

Ian shook both of their hands, then waved as they left his driveway. He then showered, changed to his night clothes, and after rubbing one out to the footage he got from today, settled into his bed.

“Wow…Slick Mick in the flesh. Who would’ve thought?” Ian said to himself. “And I even got to make a new friend.”

As Ian drifted off to sleep, he thought about Mitch again. But this time, it made him happy.

“I bet he’d be proud…”

About two years later, Ian still clung to the memories he and Mitch shared in the mud from time to time. Sometimes, they made him tear up, knowing that it’d be a while before he’d get to see him again. Other times, however, they got him going. Especially what occurred the night before. Every now and then, he’d wind up waking from a wet dream.
After having woken up from yet another such dream, Ian sat up in his bed and sighed. He then showered, got dressed, and decided to go for a walk to clear his head.
Ian was somewhat lost in thought—he ended up strolling to the field he and Mitch frequented. He sat by a nearby rock, and closed his eyes. As he concentrated, he felt as though he could almost hear the roar of a truck. He began to slip into a daydream, back to when he and Mitch first went to the field. It was exhilarating—the roar of the motor, the ZZZZZZZZzzzzZZZZZ from his tires when they got stuck, the sound of their laughter and shouts all the while. At some point, Mitch honked his horn. But something felt weird; the honking seemed to go on, and on, and on…
At that moment, he woke up from the dream. When he came to, there was a man dressed in full denim, standing over him with a look of concern on his face.

“You ok, dude?” He asked.

“Um…yeah”, Ian replied. “I was just a little lost in thought ”

“Out in a field?”

“Yeah. This place brought back memories—“

(HOOOOOONK!)

The guy in denim spun around and shouted, “Knock if OFF, Mickey!”

The blaring horn belonged to a yellow and black Jeep. It was splattered with dry mud from the door handles down. In the driver’s seat was a rugged man with shades.

“Hey L!” the rugged guy shouted back. “Is he breathing or what?!”

“Yeah!”

After having put two and two together, Ian was lost in thought once more, this time over the driver. Mickey, he thought, as in the infamous “Slick Mick” from the videos?! He couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Hey, kid!” Mick shouted. “You want a ride?”

Ian snapped out of it. “Su-sure!” he said shyly.

After having the guy in denim and Ian pile into the jeep, they took off.

“So, you got a name, kid?” Mick asked Ian

“Yeah…I’m Ian”, he replied.

“Nice! Well I’m—“

“The infamous Slick Mick!” Ian cut in. “I’ve always been a fan of your videos ”

Mick chuckled. “Well well, a man of good taste!” He said proudly. “Nice to know I’ve got a lil fan.”

The guy in denim turned to Ian, “Careful, man, you’re gonna give him a swelled head ”

Mick playfully punched him in the arm.

“Are you a friend of his?” Ian asked.

“Yup. I’ve known this loose cannon since before he was ‘infamous’. Name’s Lyle.” Lyle stuck out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Ian.”

“Same!” Ian replied as he shook Lyle’s hand.

“Now that we’ve got introductions outta the way, do you wanna have some fun? ”, Mick said with a devilish smile.

“You bet!” Ian said.

Lyle sighed. “Here we go again…”

“You say that, but you LOVE when I let loose!” Mick pointed out.

He turned down a slanting, winding path that led to a large patch of wet grass that was lousy with muddy tire treads. Ian was already rock hard, anticipating muddy mayhem.

Mick started revved his engine, before shouting, “LYLES AND GENTLEMEN! FANS OF ALL AGES! WE’RE ABOUT TO TAKE A DETOUR DOWN THE UNPAVED ROAD OF LIFE! FASTEN THOSE SEATBELTS, AND ENJOY THE RIDE! ”

With that, he darted into the wet grass, swerving left and right, then doing a series of donuts. Mud flew in all directions, splattering on the jeep until it was almost fully covered.

Ian couldn’t help but jerk off through his jeans, then his underwear. Mick looked through the rear view mirror at Ian, and smiled. Even Lyle, who’d just rubbed one out before they ran into Ian, was starting to fiddle with his bulge. The jeep fell into a hole, and the rear tires began spinning hard. The ZZZZZZzzzzzzz they made got the passengers even harder and hornier.

“Let it out, boys!” Mick shouted as he eyed Lyle, then Ian. At this point, even Mick couldn’t help but rub. For a second, he lost control of his jeep, and it spun in a near circle across the slick ground before stopping.

“WHOO!” Mick exclaimed. Then he looked over at Lyle. He was dazed, but fine. He came into a napkin he pulled from the glove compartment right before he climaxed.

Then they both turned to Ian in the back seat. He also came, through his underwear 🩲; it seep through the grey briefs so much, that it seemed as though Ian climaxed twice.

“And with THAT”, Mick narrated, “we’ve got two blowouts!”

“Three”, Lyle corrected, and pointed to Mick’s crotch. There was a dark spot on his jeans where precum leaked out.

“Touché!” Mick said. He then turned to Ian. “Sooooo, how was it? Was it everything you thought it’d be?”

“All that and more!” Ian replied happily. He clapped and cheered for Mick.

“Well, don’t give it up just let”, Mick said with a grin. “We’re about to move on to part two!”

This was thoroughly enjoyable to read

And I hope that his ex doesn’t give him too much trouble if he comes to his rescue