Banana Creme Pie

"It's my breakfast"

I had been carrying that banana since the afternoon when I went for lunch and he had found it in my pocket, the knobby end still attached, the soft sweep of that bend holding it deep in my jacket.

“ ’R ya sure you wanna save it"

I raise my eyebrows and watched him as he held it between us, his fist wrapping that yellow thick skin, the end sticking out another four inches.

He lifted it to my mouth, held it there resting on that lower lip, looking into my eyes, waiting to see my response.

With a twist of his wrist he pulled that end from my lips, watching as I glanced from that nubbly tip to his eyes, expectant and knowing, a dare that would determine our interactions from this moment forward.

I stuck my tongue under that rubbery yellow skin and swabbed it in long strokes back and forth and leaned forward to wrap my lips around that short nub.

The hard black tip ran over my tongue scratching at that sand-papery surface and I pulled back, taking just that hardened dark nib between my teeth and cleanly nipped it off, looking up at Carlos as he stood stock still, watching.

I turned, spitting that tip across the room ad it bounced off that far wall, the challenge now set and, turning with my lips apart, I began gnawing on that tip squeezing out just a dollop of that soft white pulp, letting that banana rest on my lower lip as I licked that creamy goo off that opening.

Letting in sit on my tongue I turned my face to him, drawing back my cheeks in the approximation of a smile as he watched, silently judging my performance.

"Dog boy likes his toys". It wasn't a question.

Holding my chin he twisted that ridged skin, watching my lips pucker over that surface as he twisted it, glistening in the half light of this room. He pulled it back and it hung there between us, now a trophy to be won, a challenge to be met, a weapon to be wielded as needed.

Parting my lips and sticking my tongue out as far as it would reach I was still unable to touch it as he stood, nodding silently and waiting.

His other hand reached out, fingers wrapping the back of my ear, his thumb nestled in the hollow of those folds as he pulled me forward, that yellow rubbery skin sliding over my tongue, my head nudged back and forth by that insistent hand, only stopped by that ring of his fist as he twisted it, pulling at my tongue and pursing my lips, my eyes unfocused as I stared down at that object used in this sudden contest.

"Down boy" he commanded, pointing to the floor between us, pulling that treat from my mouth.

Without breaking our stare I dropped on my knees in silent surrender to this training.

He reached out and held that banana just above my head, my eyes following that movement, craning my neck so it might appear I was a baby bird waiting for a morsel or a fountain gargoyle sitting up expectantly for that spray of beer piss from some leaking hose, the staccato cum shots squeezed off from some stiffie, even a wad of spit commenting on the action in this murky pool, this toilet doing service for any needs of the ever attentive crowd coming into this back warren of passageways to find just a bit of privacy, ready for their performance center stage with a changing cast of characters.

"Lick"

Held at his crotch, he now waggled it in front of me, up and down, my head nodding in unconscious acceptance, muscle memory making my mouth salivate at the thought of this challenge. Leaning forward I lay my tongue under that rubbery skin as it slipped side to side and slowly deeper, now pressing against the back of my throat.

To Be Continued...

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