Needless to say, I didn't expect what happened today. No one ever does I guess.
I was working in my garage while the wife and kids were out running some errands. I cleaned out a bunch of things from the attic above the cars and piled the boxes near the front of the open garage. Having gone up and down my ladder with boxes (while not super heavy) all morning left me pretty fatigued and sweaty.
It was still the middle of the afternoon and I was hoping to finish up, shower, and maybe jack off before the family got home. Three kids later, the wife wasn't as generous with sex anymore so I re-learned how to take care of myself. Not that I don't miss the passionate sex we used to have, I just gave up on getting a blowjob ever again, sad as it is.
I went back up to get the last box but in my fatigue missed a step. I tried to grab a side plank but failed and instead went through the drywall floor. Well, not entirely. I had been wedged in-between two planks since I was pretty triangular of a build. I had a home gym and kept in shape as best I could. A bit of a belly but still strong as ever.
So now here I was, stuck halfway through the roof of the garage. I tried to pull myself up but either couldn't get leverage, was too tired, or was stuck on something. Maybe all three. Either way, I wasn't going anywhere.
Luckily the way I was stuck wasn't painful but I couldn't move. For whatever reason I yelled "HELLO!?" thinking someone would come to find me but instantly felt stupid for it. The family was gone and while the garage door was open, the boxes blocked most of the view to the street so it wouldn't have been obvious to anyone I'd be lucky enough to have pass by.
If I knew someone was walking by I'm sure I could yell to get their attention (if they didn't have headphones in) but I didn't want to yell for an hour hoping someone would find me. The family should be back within an hour or so. They'll laugh at finding daddy coming through the roof but my wife will get the ladder so I can climb out of here and then chastise me for not paying attention.
Sigh.
Fifteen minutes or so went by as I hung there. I tried to make a game out of it by counting the rafter beams, or swinging my legs for a light ab workout, but was getting bored. I tried to get out again but determined I must be stuck on something.
I wiggled my hips to try and figure out what it was. Something was preventing me from pulling myself up and thought it must be something on the bottom of my shirt or my sweatpants.
I thought that if I went down a little lower, whatever was stuck would unstick and then I could pull myself free. It took another couple minutes of trying to squeeze myself further into the hole but finally eureka! I felt something give.
It was the undeniable rip of my sweatpants but fuck it, I can always get my wife to stitch them back up. Two things became very apparent to me very quickly though. One, my squeezing further into the hole sealed my fate of actually being stuck. Without the leverage of something beneath me I was staying put.
Second, the rip to my pants must have been the waist, and the phone in my pocket weighed them down. And down. And down...
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
So now, not only was I stuck in my garage ceiling and my pants ripped, I was naked from the waist down. "Great day to not wear underwear, asshole."
Well my wife and kids finding me would be a little less fun this way, for everyone. Luckily my ass was hanging towards the driveway so they wouldn't see my exposed cock and nuts but seeing Dad's hairy ass probably wasn't on their to-do list.
I decided to give myself one last attempt at freedom and used all my muscles in my arms I could muster. My legs ran in place attempting to help me but alas, nothing.
"FUCK!" I cursed.
Last fucking time I clean the attic.
I catch my breath as I hear the unmistakable pitter patter of footsteps. "Hello?" a cautious voice calls out.
Shit! Of course someone is passing by NOW. "I'm fine, go away!" I yell instinctively.
I'm not sure why being rescued is less desirable than a stranger seeing me naked like this. I mean, I'm fit, my cocks a good size (6 hard and pretty thick), maybe a little hairier than most but overall a good looking guy. It's just the shame of the situation.
"Ha, you don't look fine." The guy gives a light chuckle. I can tell he's behind me getting an eye full of my round ass.
Sigh. "Yeah, I'm not. I fell through while moving some boxes and... fate is out to get me today I guess."
"Well one man's trash is another's treasure."
What the hell? Did he say this situation was treasure?
"Um, yeah. Can you grab my ladder? If that's under me I think I can push up and out of this wedge."
Silence. "Hey, guy?"
I think I hear footsteps but it's hard to tell. He's probably wearing running shoes so I can't really hear him. Did he leave?
*click*
The unmistakable sound of a phone camera.
"What the fuck man?! Did you just take a picture of me?!"
"Yes, only your butt. To remember this laughable situation."
"Well I'd fucking appreciate it if you didn't and get me the fuck out of here."
I couldn't help my anger starting to boil. It's one thing to be found by a stranger but thinking photos of me could leak on the internet was a different story.
"Oh my..." he says.
*click*
"Dude what the fuck?!"
"Sorry, after seeing your dick I couldn't help myself."
"You fucking fag!"
"And those balls."
I felt his finger tips graze my scrotum which set me into a fury. I kicked my legs out at him but there were still bound by my sweatpants. I only kicked air.
