Big huge thanks to my always amazing whumperful crew: @whumpcereal @quietly-by-myself @sparrowsage and to @oddsconvert who put in a lovely beta job for this little prequel.
Warnings for this story: bad intentions by the main character, whumper perspective, derogatory internal dialogue, intent to engage in noncon (talked about, not actually written), drunkenness, smoking.
A King of the Road Prequel (Find the original King of the Road (Whumptober 2022) post here.)
Six Months Ago…
The Trucker dropped his cigarette to the asphalt and ground it out with the toe of his boot. He surveyed the parking lot of another club in another town in Somewheresville, America. Fresh hunting ground.
He watched the drunk college freshmen, who by all means shouldn’t even be here, idiotically looking for the friends he’d come with. He’d been stumbling around the parking lot for nearly twenty minutes now. The cars have been steadily streaming out or their owner’s steadily being bundled into taxi cabs and Ubers.
When the young man passed by his idling truck for the third time the trucker smiled at him.
“You lost darlin’?”
The young man swayed a bit as he stopped and took in the sight of the big, red, oversized trucking cab. The Trucker could see the wheels turning in the young man’s head, trying to process the question.
“‘M not lossss...”
“But you’re not found either, are ya?” The Trucker looked the young man up and down, smiling the whole time. “What happened? Can’t find yer buddies?”
“No… I… They’re here s’m where…”
This was just too easy. And this little one was sure pretty. His pale green eyes, watery and wide, set in a cute face with cheeks flushed a bit too red, and finished off by a pair of lovely cherry red lips. The Trucker licked his own lips as he thought about shoving himself into that perfect round mouth. The boy’s cherubic face was surrounded by a mop of messy dark blue hair. He could see the boy’s warm breath huffing out in front of him in the cold night air.
“I’d be happy to give you a ride, wherever you need. My truck’s nice and warm. I bet you ain’t too far from here, right?”
“No… I… not far. I just… my friends have to be here somewhere. I just… maybe over there?”
The young man started to walk away, tripping over his own feet and barely catching himself on a parked sedan, towards the far side of the parking lot.
The Trucker reached out and wrenched the boy’s arm back a bit harder than he intended too. The kid’s phone went skittering across the pavement and under the truck. When their eyes met, the kid’s pale green eyes were wide with sudden fear and paranoia.
The Trucker laughed it off.
“Whoops, now look what happened. You’re in no state to be walking across the parking lot, son. You’re gonna get yourself kilt.” He gently guided the boy towards the door of his truck. “Why don’t you come have a lie down and I’ll get you where you need to go. Hop up there and I’ll grab your phone.”
The drunk college kid blinked rapidly, still trying to process what the trucker was saying. All the while the Trucker was guiding him towards the cab of his truck. The big red door opened quietly and he helped the boy up on the first step. The Trucker had done this a million times, and knew he had a charming, disarming personality. As the boy swayed backwards, the Trucker let his hand slip from the small of his back to the roundness of his pert, tight little college boy ass. Oh he was so going to enjoy this one.
“You got a name, pretty boy?”
“B… Bob-by.”
“That’s right nice. Little Bobby Blue. Once you get up there, grab yerself some water. It’ll help clear your head. Might keep you from a mighty powerful headache in the morning.”
“Yeahhhh, that souns gooo…”
Little Bobby Blue was going to make a great companion. The Trucker could taste it, or rather, Bobby Blue would be tasting it. The Trucker leaned down and retrieved the kid’s phone from under the edge of his truck.
Just as Little Bobby Blue was about to take the top step up into the truck, a sleek black Uber pulled up next to the truck. Several loud, clearly drunk, guys were hanging out of the windows.
“BOBBY!!!! There you are, you dumb fuck. We’ve been looking all over for you. How the hell did you get over here?”
“Yeah, what the hell you doing getting in that truck Bobby?” another one said.
“Thisss guy’s gonna give me a ride.”
“Awe thanks, mister. Awful nice. But we got us a nice Uber to take us back to the house. Come on Bobby, quit fuckin around and get your ass in the car.”
Bobby almost fell on the Trucker as climbed back down the steps and stumbled towards the car. That's the most amount of fucking action he'll get tonight, now.
“Nice to meet you, Bobby. I’ll keep an eye out for you. You be safe now,” the Trucker said, his face a mask of polite calmness while inside he was raging.
“Don’t forget your phone, Bobby,” one of the generic drunk guys said. Bobby staggered back towards the Trucker, retrieved his phone, and then nearly fell into the open doorway of the car, sending his idiotic buddies into a frenzy of laughter.
The Trucker glanced around the parking lot. FUCK! There were no other tasty, convenient little fishes to be caught. He slammed the door to his cab shut and then yanked open the driver’s door of the truck. May as well start driving. He was all hot and bothered and there would be no release tonight unless it was his own hand. Perhaps he could try the rest stops. Sometimes unsuspecting people found themselves in vulnerable situations. He ground the gears of his truck as he started out of sheer frustration. He revved the engine louder than he normally would, the rattling growl echoing across the wide open plains of the flat terrain. He’d find someone. He scraped his teeth together and reached for his cigarettes. Maybe he could smoke himself calm. He made a hard fist around the lighter as he struck it up.
He sucked in a lungful of smoke and blew it out again. He leaned back against the headrest and closed his eyes for a moment, calling up the blue framed face of his escaped victim. Damn he would have liked that one. If he came back through this town any time soon, he’d be on the prowl for his Little Bobby Blue.
Little Bobby Blue had dodged a bullet that night. It’s possible he wouldn’t always be that lucky. But for tonight, Bobby Blue made it home safely.
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