“Hey! Ya need a lift man?”
Jake had been so focused on containing himself, that he hadn’t even noticed the old pickup roll up next to him on the road. A young guy was hanging out the passenger side window, chewing on something and looking over at him expectedly. He was as much a hick as his Pa--or his uncle, or whoever--but a very different sort. He was wearing nothing other than a pair of dirty overalls, chewing on some tobacco--some of the black spit had run down into the young man’s wild brown beard when he’d grinned at Jake, some leaf caught in his teeth. The sight was enough to make Jake a bit disgusted--which helped settle his cock down--still, the offer of a lift was much appreciated. “Yeah, actually, I gotta git tah town.”
“Well that’s where me ‘n mah bro are headin’!” the hick said, “we can give ya a lift. Say...ain’t ya one of Max’s boys? He don’t usually let ya away from the farm...”
Max? It took Jake a second to realize he was talking about Pa, and his gut churned a bit--what if they told his Pa where he was? He was sure to get in trouble then...maybe...maybe he should just ask them for a ride home, and apologize for running off. That would be safer, wouldn’t it?
“Hey, Jeb, lookie here at this boy--he one a Max’s?”
The hick pulled his hefty frame back into the truck, allowing the driver--Jeb--to have a look at Jake standing on the side of the road. “He stared intently for a moment, and then grinned, “Yeah--but he ain’t finished yet. Say ‘em goin’ tah see Bud yesterday--figure he’s probably...halfway there? Bet if we took ‘em back, Max’d give us some cash.”
“No!” Jake said, “No, please--do you know what’s happening to me? How this happened? Please, you have to help me, I don’t want to be some muscled, stupid fuck.”
The brother’s exchanged a look, and then the passenger spoke again, “A’ight man, we won’t take ya back--but Bud won’t help ya none either, if ya do go to town. Trust me...some a us tried that.”
Jake’s heart sank, “You mean...I’m stuck like this?”
“Hey man, I never said that! My bro ‘n I...we got a little somethin’ that can help put some hair back on that head and face of yours. You don’t want to be one of Max’s stupid boys? Then ya’d better climb in here, ‘n we can help ya out.”
Jake...didn’t think he could trust them, but what choice did he have, really? He figured they were right about Bud--why would the guy who’d done this to him turn him back to normal? One thing he knew he didn’t want, was to go back to Pa--to Max.
“Ain’t got all day boy--you...blow another couple a times, ‘n even we won’t be ble tah help.”
“O...Ok,” Jake said.
“Git in the back then,” he said, “and don’t be touchin’ yerself back there none, got it?”
Jake climbed in the back of the truck, and Jeb and his brother flipped a U-turn in the road and sped off in the other direction, until they arrived at their destination.