The Truck Driver

Peter Maddison, Pete to his friends, liked fast cars, big trucks, and big tits. In fact, the bumper of his Dodge Ram was adorned with the a sticker that said, "I Love Big Tits". His ma had rolled her eyes at that when she saw it for the first time, but laughed it off pretty quickly. "Better than bein' a queer," she had said.

Another long day done, Pete was looking forward to heading home, cracking open a cold one, and not fixing anyone's plumbing. Pete was a plumber, and a damned good one, but he'd spent his whole day on his knees fixing leaks for rich assholes. He needed some Pete time, some recharge. A pizza, a beer, maybe pull one off. Yessir, Pete was gonna feel much better after tonight.

Stopping at the gas station to grab a pack of smokes and fill up, he was surprised to see a red Ferrari pull up next to his truck. Pete had never seen a Ferrari in person, it wasn't a common sight in his neighbourhood. Sure, he'd seen them in movies and in magazines, but in person it was much better. He watched the middle-aged man get out of the sports car and begin to gas up. Exactly the kind of person Pete would expect to have a Ferrari. Balding, chubby, middle-aged. A loser. The kind of guy Pete would have bullied in school.

Turning away from the Ferrari, Pete pulled the nozzle from his now filled truck's gas tank and returned it to the pump. Trucks were expensive to run, what with gas prices nowadays, but he loved his Ram. It showed everyone on the road what kind of guy he was. Big, tough, pushy. Standing six foot six, weighing two hundred and fifty pounds, people got out of Pete's way when he wanted them to. It was the way of the world.

Tripping over his feet for a moment, Pete caught himself on the box of his big truck. Too big truck. He often wondered why he had bought such a beast of a truck. It was much too big for a little guy like Pete. Sure, he liked the idea of people thinking he was tough, but little guys like Pete were often made fun of for over-compensating, and this Dodge Ram was a perfect example. When he'd bought it it had even come with this gaudy bumper sticker that said "I Love Big Tits", which he'd thankfully taken off of the truck before his mother saw it. Who knows what she would say if she had seen it!

Turning around, a flash of red caught his eye. The red Ferrari was still there. He couldn't help but grin. He loved sports cars. The man filling it up, a middle-aged, balding, chubby man, was exactly the kind of guy Pete would expect to own a Ferrari. He looked confident, wise, successful. A real winner. The kind of guy Pete would have looked up to in high school.

"Nice car," he said in a friendly voice.

The man looked up from the pump where he was placing the nozzle.

"Thanks," he said, a nervous look on his face. Pete wondered what a man like this would have to feel nervous about. He seemed to have everything figured out. Maybe he just didn't like talking to strangers.

"I'm Pete," maybe an introduction would ease the man's fears. Pete held his hand out for a shake, which the man returned.

"Alex," the man replied.

Pete tripped over the raised concrete that the pump sat on. Cursing himself for wearing such high heeled boots, he righted himself and giggled, hoping the man didn't think he was too much of a loser. There was something about him that made Pete want to get to know him more.

"Pleased to meet you, Alex," Pete said coquettishly, flicking his long blond locks over his shoulder, "I don't see nice cars like this very often. Are you from around here?"

"I, uh, I'm just passing through," Alex said, his eyes widening. Good, thought Pete, he's paying attention. Pete bent down to admire his reflection in the dark windows of the car. His lipstick looked perfect, his cleavage was perfect, everything looked perfect. Maybe if he played his cards right he wouldn't have to take the bus home like usually did, but he'd be able to catch a ride in his dream car. With his dream guy.

"Maybe you're passing my way," Pete said, straightening and placing a hand on Alex's chest, "I'd love it if you gave me a ride."

"A ride?" Alex swallowed.

"Yes," Pete sighed, pausing so her tongue could lick her upper lip, "a ride."