It was a cold and rainy night in Texas. I had gone to the V.F.W. for some beer and a few games of BINGO. I stayed a while after the last game of BINGO and had a couple more beers. About P.M. someone said the rain had almost stopped and I decided it was a good time to leave since my truck was a long way from the building. I really was not ready to go home and when I saw the Truck Stop Cafe I

Date: Tue, 30 Aug 2005 15:36:24 -0500 From: BUDDY A. icq4fun2hotmail.com Subject: Sex with a Sex Offender It had been a hot Monday in East Texas, on my way home from a hard days work in an air conditioned office. I was ready to go to the bar and have a beer, but first was going home to change into my jeans. I looked at the thermometer in the rear view mirror, the temperature read 106. As I got near a busy intersection that is under road construction, I saw him.

Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2005 20:32:10 -0500 From: BUDDY A. icq4fun2hotmail.com Subject: The Internet Kid I met him on the internet. He claimed that he was 18, but I had my doubts. Then, I discovered that he lived very near me. His typing was very slow and his words were simple and often not using proper grammar. I asked him if I could call him, thinking we might communicate better on the phone. He said no, that his parents were at home and although they didnt care, that he would not feel comfortable.

It was a hot Wednesday afternoon in Texas. I did not get off work until : and my truck needed an oil change. I had a couple of stops to make but made it to the quick lube just before they closed at PM. When I pulled in, the owner closed the overhead door and locked it. He yelled out to the guy in the pit that this was the last one and asked if he could handle it by himself. He replied "Sure" and the owner yelled back that he was going to lock us in and he could go when he was finished with me.

Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 20:17:11 -0500 From: BUDDY A. icq4fun2hotmail.com Subject: Sunday Evening Nightmare I got up that Sunday morning and made the 4 hour drive to meet some friends on Lake Travis near Austin. We spent the day on the lake and all I had on was a pair of cut off jeans and a pair of flip flops. The day was a hot one with temps soaring to 105 degrees. About 6 that evening, I began my trip home. Not paying attention to my gages, out in the middle of nowhere, my truck got hot

My nasty new friend, the jail bird, and I had gotten to know each other real well by the next morning. The entire motor home smelled of stale piss. As we continued our journey to New York City, we set our goal to be in Nashville that night. The only problem was we also decided to check out all of the rest areas and truck stops on the way to Nashville. The very first rest area we stopped at, Dale went into the restroom to check it out and came out with a tall skinny guy about years old buzz cut and wearing some kind of work uniform.

It all started after I moved from the city about months ago into a small rent house at the end of a country road. I did have one luxury, twice weekly trash pickup, provided by a independent company. Trash days were Tuesday and Friday and my house was one of the last stops they made, usually between : and oclock. This rural company still came up to the house and got the trash from a designated area. Mine was near the back of the house, beside the deck. I was usually at home when they came to pick up the trash and had noticed it was always either a

Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2009 14:04:54 -0600 From: BUDDY A. icq4fun2hotmail.com Subject: Happy Trails Are Gone But Not Forgotten A few years ago, a friend forwarded an e-mail to me telling about a Gay Bar in Dallas the had a wooded area adjoining it with trails thru it with several open spots where guys would meet for sex. About 3 weeks later, I decided to go and see what it was all about. Since it was a couple of hours away, I got a room at a cheep motel for the night. When I got there, about 10 PM, I parked and went to check out these trails. To my disappointment, there was nobody there.

I had to work late that Saturday night and did not get out of Dallas until about PM. It was Memorial Day weekend and I was off to meet some buddies at Lake Cypress Springs about hours away. The weather was getting bad, it had begun to rain and there was a lot of lightning in the area. I spotted a billboard sign that there was a Pilot Truck Stop with an Arbys restaurant about miles ahead. I decided to stop there and wait out the storm.

The next Friday was cold and wet. I got caught at work and it was later than usual when I got home. I went to see if my trash had been picked up and it was still there. About the time I walked back into the house I heard the trash truck drive up. I walked back out on the deck just as the blonde headed kid got there. He looked at me and said "Better get ready, well be back in just a little