About 5 years ago I got finished with a pick up basketball game and then got on the bus to head home. The bus was super crowded to the point where I wound up standing in the middle of the bus between a bunch of people. I was wearing shorts and a hoodie, chilling minding my own business when I noticed a seemingly direct rub on my ass; I eventually dismissed it, figuring someone accidentally rubbed up against me with their hand, perhaps while they were reaching for a cellphone.
Shortly afterward I felt someone slide their hand on the side of my leg, then firmly cup my balls and dick. Shocked, I immediately looked to my right and saw a large, older black man staring right at me, his hand still in my crotch. He leaned over and whispered "don't drown, nigga" as I removed his hand and asked wtf his problem was. The bus was loud as fuck at the time and I'm not sure anyone heard me but him. He continued to stare at me and said again "don't drown, nigga." The bus made a stop at that point, and myself and the other folks in the middle had to move a bit to allow someone from the back to exit the bus. I moved to my right, right into the older black guy, while staring him directly in the face. He smiled and said again "don't drown, nigga" and tried to touch my dick again but I slapped his hand away.
Shortly thereafter my stop arrived and I got off the bus...then noticed the older black guy was getting off too. I planned on confronting him, perhaps assaulting him, the minute we both were off the bus, but I noticed he walked as if his hip was damaged or something, plus he helped an older lady off the bus who seemed to be his wife. I hesitated for a second, confused whether I should still confront him, then she looked up at me and asked if I knew Jesus as my personal savior. After a second of confusion I said I wasn't religious anymore and she gave me a tract, winked at me, and said "read this, you don't want to drown in sin." They walked away, leaving me there.