I was going to an outdoor concert and was going to meet some friends there. We really hadn't decided where to meet. I was already late and the first band was already playing. I was trying to push my way through the crowd. I knew my pals would be close to the stage.
Suddenly the crowd surged forward and I lost my balance. I felt an arm go around my waist and pull me up. I looked over my shoulder and there stood this huge man. He probably stood six foot four inches and weighed at least 260 pounds. I thought he was a football player at first. He pulled me up close to him and then spoke his first words.
"Don't fight it."
Who was fighting anything? I was barely able to keep my feet on the ground. I figured he would let go of my waist once I got my footing, but that wasn't the case. He reached to my belt buckle and started loosening it. I tried to protest, but he lowered his face and told me to keep quiet.
I didn't know what to do. He had me pulled tightly to his body. Now my pants were hanging around my ankles as he pulled them and my underwear down. I was getting scared now. Here I was in a crowd with my pants down and my cock out.