Lost and Not Returned

Kyle led the way – quickly down the airport terminal.

“Yo’ guys… Addison, Cody…” Kyle yelled back to his slacking buddies. “Pick it up bros, I’m not missing this flight because of you!!” 

The three of them were on spring break and had plans to document their time in the forests of North Carolina using GoPro cameras. All three of them were graphic design majors at the University of California Los Angeles and opted to use this adventure for footage on their upcoming final exam project. 

Traveling was no issue, but the guys quickly noted how much they hated the people in this North Carolina vacation town. Addison casually noted, “Everybody here looks like a redneck!” 

Kyle chimed in, “Dude I hate them! They’re all uneducated and disgusting!” 

Even Cody had something to say, “…And they smell!” 

They all resolved to avoid the people in this town and focus rather on the relaxation. Still though, Kyle despised everything about rednecks the most. He had been raised on a liberal value system that prioritized education and healthy decisions. Add to that, Kyle’s severe dislike for poor hygiene and it equaled a particular, and strong avoidance factor. 

Day 1- 

“Here, hold they keys.” Kyle was locking the rental car with a repeated (and annoying) pushing of the remote-control key. Cody ended up grabbing the keys away from him after one-too-many honks. “Haha… bitch,” Kyle joked to his buddy. 

The weather was delightful with a warm breeze, meaning the guys could get away with wearing limited clothes. Still, all three opted to wear their flashiest attire… Bright and colorful graphic tees, slim-fit jeans, etc. As the hike wore on through the afternoon, the sun felt hot, and the bugs grew in number. 

Kyle ended up declaring that he was bored… “Guys, Let’s ditch the cameras.” Kyle then took a breath of fresh air. “Let’s just explore…” Kyle stated. The guys put their maps and devices away, opting to trek into uncharted territories now. 

If mother nature had eyes, she would have laughed at the sight of these three preppy-dressed guys hiking around her forest taking photos and frolicking around. In the guys’ conversations, they knew the names of nothing scientific as they pointed out interesting things. They hiked deep into the woods and enjoyed their packed lunch before tossing a ball around in an open field.

With the sun setting though, and the mosquitos coming out, both Addison and Cody voiced their desires to return to the car. “Let’s just find a motel room back in town.” 

Kyle, however, expressed an interest in a waterfall they all could see at a distance. “You guys want to see that waterfall up close?”  …He saw the look of exhaustion on their faces … “Ugh, I suppose you don’t. You guys go ahead. I’ll catch up.”

Addison and Cody took off. Kyle headed in the opposite direction…

It took a while to navigate to the top of the waterfall. Kyle realized nightfall was moments away. “Shit, I better call…”

“No service?!” Not only the lack of any service whatsoever, but Kyle’s use of the flashlight feature since nightfall had killed his battery. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” 

In a panic, but also clinging onto a sliver of hope (and direction), Kyle mentally reversed his memory of how he got there and used the moonlight to navigate that way…

“Crap, it’s actually getting cold and dark out here.” 

“…I think this is the way…” Kyle began to doubt his direction.

“What was that?!” Kyle even got scared from a deer walking. Every sound needed attention. 

Panic growing… “Where are they? They should have come looking for me!” 

“Guys! Guys! I’m lost!” He started to yell, running. 

Kyle ran and ran, until eventually his stress peaked, inducing a blackout that had him sprinting through fields and jumping over fallen trees. Eventually he fell onto a thick patch of grass in an opening. He passed out moments later.

* * * 

Day 2- 

“Ahh!” Kyle shot up.

“Huh?” He had to squint his eyes. “So bright!” 

“I’m in a bed?” Kyle focused. He had no memory of a bed. “I’m in a bed…” 

“Civilization! Somebody must have found me!” A huge weight was lifted.

Kyle heard a distant clacking around. “Tools?” 

He got up and looked out a window, but could see nothing. The bedroom was very basic. “Why are there two beds?” He noticed the other bed was not made. 

While still dressed in his American Eagle tee attire, Kyle went downstairs toward the noise. “Hello?” He called out. 

The property was large, and there were no other buildings in sight. “It’s just the house and the garage? Who are these people?” Kyle wondered. He reached into his pocket to find his dead phone just as he entered into the garage.

“Anyone there?” 

Out popped a 20-something-year-old. Kyle saw the guy was wearing a beat-up, old wife beater, torn jeans, and dirty boots. Before Kyle could get a good look at the lanky, blond-haired kid, he heard him call out…

“Pa, is that you?”

Kyle cringed at the sound of the heavy southern accent. He hesitated before answering…

“Umm, hi. I was lost…”

Kyle soon came within feet of the kid. “I’m Gator, we’d found yuh on’er field out back.”

Kyle reached out to shake the greasy hand before him while silently cursing the fact that it was a stereotypical redneck hand.

“It’s nice to meet you. Thanks for bringing me in. Do you have a cell phone charger around so I can call my friends?” 

Kyle reached into his pocket and presented his iPhone X to Gator. Gator grabbed it and fumbled around with it… before dropping it.

“Shit, no!” Kyle saw, almost in slow motion, as his phone slammed into the metal knob of a machine before landing face-down on the floor. He heard a distinct glass shatter. Gator seemed shocked.

As Kyle bent down to pick it up, he was overcome with the smell of b.o. and grease. Gator apologized, “Oh jeez man I’m real sorry about your phone.” 

Kyle immediately asked for a phone he could use. Gator looked unsure. “We don’t gottr phone.”

“Can you get me back to town?” 

Gator informed Kyle of the need to fix the truck before taking him anywhere. At that moment, Gator’s dad approached. 

“Pa, the boy woke up.” 

Around the corner came a much taller man, still slender and pale. Likewise to Gator, he wore a torn wife beater. “Ah, I reckon we found you.” 

After a conversation that felt like he was talking to a middle-school student, Kyle learned that he would be stuck living with these rednecks until they could fix their truck.

“You’cn help fix up the truck n’ stay with Gator,” Pa told Kyle.

Defeated, Kyle placed his busted phone on the workbench and admitted his hunger to the two men. Pa seemed to understand. “Yer must be hungry sleepin outn’ the field.”

Pa fed both boys back inside the house. Kyle cringed once he saw the hotdogs presented before him. Normally he would not be seen eating something so unhealthy. Pa also served Kyle an unmarked can of beer. “Drink up sonny.” 

Kyle sipped the beer down to be polite. * Burp * “Excuse me!” 

Both Pa and Gator laughed at that. “Back to the truck.” 

The entire remainder of the afternoon had Gator and Pa working on the truck while Kyle sat mainly-idle in the corner of the garage. Eventually they called Kyle over and he came up and helped by holding certain things. By the end of the evening Kyle felt gross. His graphic tee was soiled in sweat and dirt, and his jeans felt tight. 

After another dinner of crap-food, Kyle assumed his location of rest to be the same bed he woke up in. To his shock, Gator had already taken his own spot in the un-made bed from earlier. 

“We’re sharing a room?” Kyle inquired, puzzled. 

Gator laughed dumb. “Yessir.” 

Kyle stripped his soiled clothes off, down to everything except his Calvin Klein boxers, and climbed into the bed. 

* * *

Day 3-

Perhaps it was exhaustion that allowed Kyle to sleep so soundly. When he woke up he noticed Gator was already getting dressed. Kyle quickly followed suit… except upon touching his clothes was turned off by the smell. 

“Do you have stuff I can wear?”  Kyle hesitantly asked Gator. 

Gator turned around and on display was his above-average sized, uncut cock. Kyle shielded his eyes almost immediately but the damage was done. Gator’s bush stuck out in a million directions, obviously unkempt. He’d now had the image of a gross-redneck-cock burned into memory. 

“Oh, come on man! I don’t want to see that!” Kyle blasted. 

Gator laughed once more before tossing over a wife beater. Kyle cringed when he saw that his own boxers were well-passed their prime. “Ugh, do you have any underwear?” 

As Kyle asked this very question, he witnessed Gator slip on his jeans with no underwear. “Oh fuck no,” Kyle thought, “I’m not doing what he does.” 

One touch of his boxers and it was easily decided that he’d rough it out and free-ball. “Never mind, I’ll be fine.” He didn’t have it within him to judge the nice guy helping him out.

Kyle accepted the ‘cleaner’ wife beater from Gator and then decided to force his slim-fit jeans back on… with no underwear. “Hopefully I can get back to the group by tonight,” he hoped.

At breakfast, again Kyle was served an odd-tasting beer. Pa had some country music playing over the small radio on the counter. Kyle swore he’d heard the song before. “It doesn’t sound horrible actually,” he admitted to no one but himself. 

Kyle did not want to ask about timelines. He so desperately wanted to be driven to town. “How far is town from here?” 

Pa took the question as a joke, for his answer was almost sarcastic… “Yer thinkin’ about walking son? I reckon it’s a hike.” 

With a scratch of his chest and another second of listening to the country song, Kyle stood up and volunteered his help to fix the truck faster. While Kyle was clueless about cars, Gator smiled and jumped at the opportunity to have Kyle assist. 

The day went by quick at first, but tragedy struck as Kyle’s jeans ripped on the rough edge of the truck. A big rip from his thigh down to his knee and around – It became apparent he was wearing no underwear now. Kyle blushed a bit, but soon saw Gator didn’t seem to care. 

It was getting hot. Neither Kyle or Gator appeared to have showered in days. Perhaps the heat was making Kyle delusional, as he began humming along to the radio on in the background. 

“Any way we could shower?” 

Gator answered rather fast, “Round back fowller me.” 

At first Kyle was thankful, but then once he saw Gator begin to strip down too, alarm bells went off. 

“Is that an- outdoor shower?” Kyle saw.

Gator turned on the water. “Yer saidu wanted to wash up.”

Kyle was frustrated, and shaking. He was torn between his need to stay covered up and his desire to strip down and wash. 

“Fuck it, I can’t do this anymore!” Kyle thought, as he yanked down his jeans. He ran toward the shower not caring it would mean close proximity to Gator. “Gator seems like a nice guy anerrway.” --- “Annerway?” --- “Anyway!” 

Tension from his mental-accent was cut short when the cold water hit his skin. “Skin…” Kyle looked downward at his body.  “Oh no! I’m having an acne breakout!” 

Kyle was just about to mention his unsettling skin condition to Gator but saw that Gator had similar acne in certain areas of his body. “I better not,” he concluded. 

After being forced to share the same towel to dry off, Kyle asked about the truck. “When will it be done?” Kyle was eager to get back to a cleaner environment where his skin would fair better. 

Gator responded, “Guess about err couple’r days.” 

Kyle couldn’t get angry at the guy, for he looked so innocent with his blond hair and his soft voice. Kyle inadvertently began checking him out as he dressed. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent lounging around the garage and outside by the fields. Kyle felt unusually relaxed laying out in the sun with Gator. 

“You aren’t going to use sunblock?” Kyle randomly thought to ask, having seen the red nature of Gator’s skin. 

“Naw,” Gator mumbled. 

Kyle was losing track of time and responsibility without his phone by his side. Gator eventually ushered Kyle inside for dinner where he was served not one but two of those odd-tasting beers. Afterward they went upstairs and settled into their beds. 

Falling asleep was no easy feat, Kyle hadn’t masturbated in nearly a week and he became horny now. “Crap, there’s no privacy- ugh.” As he had little control, Kyle started the process of jerking off, albeit under his sheets. Although he was staying quiet as best be could, he swore Gator was breathing rather heavy on his side of the room. “I wonder if he’s jerking his redneck fuckstick also.” 

“Rednecks, fuck rednecks, fuck!” Kyle was getting into it- 

“I’m sleeping like a redneck, living like a redneck--- unghh…”

Spontaneously, Kyle creamed into his hand, right beneath the sheets. “Aghh m’fuck.” 

He froze. “What do I do- What do I do?” Kyle was fearful to even move. The cum was seeping down his hand now, all over the sheets and mattress. 

* * *

Day 4-

In the morning, Kyle woke to strange sensations all over. To start, the cum from earlier had dried and crusted. He patted his hand along the blanket to clean it off, not caring about the mess. He saw Gator begin to wake and felt like saying good morning… 

“Mornin’ Gator.”

Gone was Kyle’s ability to control differences in his dialect. To anyone else they would have heard a distinct southern draw. 

As the two readied, dressing similar per usual, they heard the abrupt sound of a car engine trying to turnover and start. “Is that the truck?”

They rushed outside and witnessed Pa driving the truck around the yard, all over the grass and all. 

“Thankyer thankyer, y’all have been so nice!” Kyle again said with a distorted accent.

Pa gave the signal for them to hop in. Gator and Kyle hopped into the back like a couple of kids, they even looked similar. 

* * *

The drive was long but they finally pulled up to a building, the first one Kyle saw in fact. Kyle turned to Gator for an answer to where they were, but instead felt a prick on the back of his neck. And then he was out.

* * *

When Kyle came-to, he thought of only one thing: “My dick is burning!”

As he regained his vision, he eyed his dick. Instantly he saw what’d caused the discomfort. He said his thoughts aloud to Pa and Gator, who were nearby…

“Ma dingaling lerks defferrnt.” 

Inside Kyle’s mind, he heard himself as educated, but what came out of his mouth sounded like pure southern redneck. Not only that, but he’d now figured out that his dick had gone from circumcised to not…

“Wha—“

“How--“

Pa walked up to Kyle and placed his hand on his head. “Boy, yer are gunna be working as parta this family now, yer hear?” 

He went on, just as Gator stood up and seemed to smile. Kyle resisted and attempted to fight back…

“Whatur you talkin’ about I uh-I uh- ohh boy.” Kyle was becoming aroused, the sensitivity of his cock having increased exponentially. He would get hard very easily now.

Gator enjoyed seeing Kyle be made into a member of the family so much that he began giving Kyle a hand job right there on the table. Kyle must have been feeling something from the drugs because rather than jump up he let Gator pleasure his cock.

After orgasm, Kyle passed out again. His head was spinning and everything seemed like a blur.

* * *

Day 7-

Days passed… 

After yet another night involving self-pleasure and beer, Kyle and Gator woke to a new kind of routine. After yard work was completed, Kyle enjoyed spending time with Gator as they hiked around the hills. They were like brothers. 

On this day, Gator and Kyle were hiking and came into view of some tourists, looking not unlike Kyle’s old group of friends. 

Absent was Kyle’s willpower to attempt conversation with them. The looks they’d received from the tourists had given him the impression that they wanted to remain at a distance. 

Kyle and Gator concluded, “They aren’t like us.”

There was never a day that Kyle worked up the courage to talk to a northerner. Perhaps it was the altered image, or the thick accent. Kyle fell into a routine living with Pa and Gator, never to be returned to his previous life.