"Highway Robbery"

By Hillman Minx

I was in the process of moving from the East Coast to California. I had a brand new Oldsmobile in which to make the journey. I left quite early in the morning and around noon I was passing through St. Louis, Missouri. I spied a young man with a suitcase standing by the side of the road hitchhiking. I stopped and picked him up. He had a pleasant personality, and was quite talkative. He told me that he had an uncle in Hollywood who was a film producer and that he was going there to work for him.

Well, as the conversation progressed, I artfully turned the subject to sex, and then to homosexuality. He informed me that he had rented an apartment with two gay men, and that all was fine. Well, the next question was, "Are you interested in playing around?" He answered in the affirmative, and we pulled off the main highway to a secluded spot and walked into the woods, where we proceeded to engage in some mutual sex play.

After this episode we continued our journey. Around evening we stopped in Joplin, Missouri for a snack. Then we proceeded toward Oklahoma City. I told him that I was going to spend the weekend there. I asked him if he wished to join me. I told him that I had a gay friend there. I also told him that if he stayed this friend would probably come on to him. He assured me that he had no objection to that. So we called my friend to announce our arrival.

That evening my friend took us to dinner and then to a gay bar. At that time Oklahoma was a dry state, so the only beverage served was "near beer." After a while we left the bar and headed to my friend's house. We undressed and got into his big king sized bed. My friend was on one side, Manny in the middle (that was his real name), and me on the other side.

Well, what happened then was that my friend began giving Manny head, and surprisingly Manny began doing the same to me. Well, we continued to enjoy each other in a sexual way, and finally turned off the lights and went to sleep.

The next morning my friend arose early to go to his shop. He was a beautician and owned a beauty shop there in town. He promised to return about noon. Manny and I remained in bed. I turned on the TV and was watching it when Manny got up to go to the bathroom.
The next thing I knew, there was Manny standing in the bathroom doorway with a blue steel automatic hand-gun pointed directly at me.

In shock I said, "What are you doing?" He replied, "I'm trying to make up my mind whether or not to kill you." To which I surprisingly and calmly replied, "Well I probably can't stop you, but I'd like to remind you that if you do kill me you will leave a seven year old boy and a five year old girl, without a father for the rest of their lives."

At which he lowered the gun and said, "Well, I'm going to take your car, your wallet and the cars contents. I'll park it on the outskirts where you can retrieve it." I handed him the keys and my wallet and he left cautioning me not to report this to the police.

Of course, my next move was to call the police. However, I did not wish to involve my friend so I moved downtown to the YMCA first, then reported the theft to my insurance company and the police from there.

The police came and took the information and they were quickly followed by the FBI who had assumed that the car would be transported out of state, and thus under their jurisdiction. The first question by the FBI was, "When did the party occur." My cover was blown, so I recounted the story almost as it had happened, not mentioning my friend. They explained that because sex was involved there wasn't much recourse on my part. He could claim that the car was a reward for the sex.

There was nothing to do but to wait the recovery of my car, which came about five days later. It was found in a mud bog in Corpus Christi, Texas. The tires, radio, and whatever could be taken were missing. Thank God for the insurance, for within a couple of days it was repaired and returned to me. Before continuing my journey I had to do the most difficult thing, I had to call my wife and tell her what had happened. She was aware that sex had been involved, but was thankfully quite philosophical about it.

Well, that event took place in the early sixties, and I'm sorry (not really) to report that I didn't learn my lesson. I continued to pick up hitchhikers. Although I'm happy to report that I never encountered any similar difficulties thereafter.

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