NO!

“I don’t need a break yet,” he said. “We’ve got loads to do. Could use a piss though.”

“There’s a perfectly good urinal right here,” Frank laughed. “Go ahead.”

“Oh yeah?” George replied.

You heard him step off the forklift and walk over.

The crate creaked slightly as he inspected it.

“I suppose this’ll do,” he muttered, followed by a low laugh.

Inside, your stomach dropped.

A zipper sound cut through the air.

You froze completely.

“Wait,” Frank said. “You gotta open it properly first.”

“Oh yeah,” George replied.

There was a pause. More movement just outside the hole.

two fingers stand feeling around the hole until they find your mouth and pry it open

“Man, this thing is weird,” George said. “Feels… too real.”

You didn’t move.

You barely breathed.

A flacid penis enters your mouth, you freeze in horror "HEY FRANK! could you look away? I cant go with you looking at me!"

Then Frank called out, half-amused: “Yeah, yeah—just hurry up.”

A long silence followed, filled only with the distant noise of the harbor and your own pounding heartbeat.

suddenly a torrent of warm salty and bitter fluid enters your mouth. with nowhere left to go you are **** to swallow this strangers hot steamy gift, mouthful after mouthful you gulp down untill the flow slows down and the mans penis is retracted from your mouth you sigh in relief

“Yeah…” he said, sounding satisfied. “That’s better.”