. his hand was all over my crotch .. and I wasn’t doing a thing to make him stop! I don’t think his hand ever left my crotch even after we pulled ...ut of the parking lot and started driving down the boulevard. This guy obviously liked playing with my cock and I’m thinking “Maybe .. just maybe .. this guy wants some dick”! And he starts talking to me about “going back to his place” but oh, no .. I wasn’t about to go back to his place .. not with a total stranger! But with his hand constantly. The black men I approached were by themselves or in a group of no more than 3 and tipsy with lower inhibitions.I'd walk up to them and touch their arm or chest and ask, "Sir, do you know what time it is? I was supposed to hookup with my friend but I can't find him." You can just imagine the responses but more often than not they'd invite me to their car, house or hotel room or ask where I planned on hooking up with him and I'd point out a dark spot on top of the floodwall. Thinking back now it. Lightning exploded behind me. I yelped, the hairs on my arms standing up as another bolt arced past me and struck a tree in front of me. Sparks danced on the wood, and flames sputtered for a moment then snuffed out, leaving curling, gray smoke behind.I dodged to the right. Bushes rustled behind me. Twigs snapped and wet leaves squished. I splashed through a puddle and jumped over a root. I ducked vines as lightning shot over my head. Fire flared to my right.My heart hammered.“You think you can. After only a moment of travel the lights began to slow down, and I could feel the car coming to a stop. Fortunately the landing was much smoother than the take off. The car slowed to a stop and the doors opened right on cue. I stepped out of the turbocar and into a room the size of an apartment building. I was on the uppermost of three floors, all of which surrounded a gigantic monitor at the center of the room's half circle shape. Most mysterious of all was the fact that I was surrounded by.