cab a few blocks from the pub. On the way to the pub we' d driven down a long semi-industrial road and I khis was towards my side of town so I began to walk down there, besides I' d seen a few vat cabs heading that way so I thought' d be easy to get one when I . Aside from a bunch of people leaving a nightclub I didn' t pass another person for the first two blocks. Crossing the interse onto the third block I saw a figure walking towards me, as I got closer I could see ireet light that he was a black guy around my age, he was wearing bulky black boots, dark trats and what looked like two thick pullovers over two collared shirts. He had a heavy build, a face with a few days growth and close cropped hair, he was a good looking guy but I didn' t know the area so I made a point not to look too closely. We' d passed each other when I heard him say, "hey mate", I turo face him - sure this was going to make
it OK for him to ask for something - right on queue he asked for a cigarette. He stood fag me with his hands in his pockets, he seemed kind of vague and pre-occupied aeo keep looking down at his feet, I didn' t think much of it and started to fumble through my jacket trying to find my smokes. "You been out tonight mate?" he asked in a deep, quite voice. "Yeah, had a few beers" I found my cigarettes and was about to hand him a couple when I noticed he was looking down at his feet with his hands still moving slowly in his pockets. That' s when I sure the ' tent' in the front of his trats, he' d slowly worked up a det hardon and was shyly letting me have a look, he was still looking down so I showed I was ied by rubbing the growing y own trousers. He indicated that I should follow him down a small laneway between two closed factories, he still seemed vague and sort of unsteady on his feet so I was nervous when I followed him in - but my
drunkenness and dick led the way. We walked a 100 feet along the dim laneway until we got to an ar