Hi, my name is Shorty, and I just want to let you know about me. I am 18 and have a small frame weighing about 95 pounds. Some people call me a twink, but I don't know what that means. I grew up as a small Kurdish boy in a nomadic family. Sometimes the older boys and men would take advantage of me, and sometimes my mother dressed me as a girl to protect me when our village was raided. Just so you know, I really am not a queer cum eating faggot. I never dreamt of getting into this lifestyle.
My present situation started after I got my first job in America as an adult. I worked as a clerk in the office, but sometimes worked in the warehouse. I had become friends with Ben, a large muscular man who worked in the warehouse. I helped him with system problems, and he helped me with inventory issues.
One day I am at my office desk in the presence of 30 or more co-workers. I looked up from my computer and Ben was standing there. He handed me some transaction slips which got no notice from everyone because it was a normal activity. But then he slipped me a piece of paper and whispered for me to read it.
I read it as soon as he left. It seemed to be written as if urgent, but it was a curious request. He wanted to meet me in a warehouse corner bathroom. It was in a part of the warehouse that does not have as much activity. In fact the lights are usually turned down low. It said he needed to talk to me and to go to that bathroom and to the end stall, and sit down with my pants and underwear pulled down like I needed to take a crap.
This was really odd and if it were anyone else I would not have gone. But I trusted Ben and I need a big friend because I am so small. I knew from my childhood that big guy friendships sometimes came at a price.
Soon I was walking back into the warehouse trying to look nonchalant. I found the bathroom in the corner and went to the back stall. I pulled my pants down feeling the damp cool air rush around my naked legs and genitals. My pants fell to my ankles as I sat down on the toilette. I just let them stay down. It felt strange being there with my pants down and no one around.
After a couple minutes not even hearing foot steps, I heard the bathroom door open. Then the door to my stall, left unlocked as requested, pushed open. Ben was standing in front of me and his crotch was in front of my face. He put a finger to his lips, "Shhhsh, open your mouth," he whispered as I looked up. I looked up to his face and opened my mouth not really knowing what to expect.
Suddenly his dick was in my mouth and his hand was holding my head by the hair. The head of his dick was lying on my tongue. "Suck it," he said.
I really did not want to, but what could I do. He was a lot bigger than me. I did not give consent, but I have to confess that I did open my mouth.
I reluctantly sucked it for a minute, and turned my head causing it to pop out of my mouth.
"Put it back in or I will slap the shit out of you."
I let Ben's dick back into my mouth. It was growing larger and the head of it went to the back of my throat. He pulled the shaft out until the head was left at the front of my mouth. "Lick the head, tongue-fuck my pee hole, and you better taste it and enjoy it."
I submitted to his commands. I licked every part of his dick head, the crown, the flange, the cum vein, and the shaft. I developed a taste for each part, and learned to tease each part, blowing my breath on it to tease it and make it harder.
Ben seemed pleased and focused on pumping his cock in my mouth. "Squeeze your lips on it."
