I don't fukk around at night. I used to run away a lot when I was younger and I would stay at Wayne State in Detroit. I would literally stay in the computer room all day and night and look up stuff about video games and music. This was back in 98-00 and I was around 13 or 14 when this happened. Anyway, one night I'm riding my bike from the University to my mom's house which was about an hour ride. I used to go back there and wait for her to leave and go to work so I could sneak in the house for some food and to play some GoldenEye. It was probably around 2am when I was riding and this dude pulled up beside me in his car. He got my attention so I stopped to hear what he had to say. He said what's up and I'm like hey. He said can I suck your dikk and I remember saying exactly " naw man I'm good but I appreciate the offer. I got some place to be". He's like oh yeah and I said yeah.
This dude was 3x my size and it was just me and him on a deserted street. It literally caught me by surprise because he had a car seat in the back. Blew my mind because at the time, I didn't think someone could be gay and have a car seat in the back. Anyway, I took off on my bike and pedaled as fast as I could. He circled the block a few times and I really thought this dude was going to try to kill me. I had no plan other than to keep riding towards the house. I don't know what scared him off but I guess he just gave up because I stopped seeing him circle after a while. I stopped fukking around late at night after that.




