Thanks to an older girlfriend and an unripe banana I learned to deep throat a good 7 1/2 inches. I was able to release my throat when that banana touched my tonsils and slide it in just a little bit more. I would gently bite into it before the two of us measured my progress, at which point she would massage my balls, give me a few strokes, and even, if I had been sexy enough in my show, slide her fingers past my balls to massage my butt hole. It was a sheer delight for both of us.
That was then, but perhaps that's why, when I saw the new bunch of bananas on my new girlfriend's counter I just couldn't help myself. She knew I had girlfriends before her, but never knew about the one who enjoyed watching me take one of her bananas deep down my gullet while rubbing my nipples, spanking my own ass and stroking myself for her viewing pleasure.
I was such a slut then. I still am now, but I've done a good job at keeping my exhibitionistic desires hidden, or so I thought.
Anyway, I had gone into my girlfriend's kitchen to make myself some morning tea and yogurt. The sight of the bananas made me smile at first. But when I reached for the honey, It was just too much. I picked a particularly long banana with one hand and reached for the honey with the other. After peeling the banana I drizzled some of the honey over it, just as I had done all those years before. I then raised it up to my mouth and felt the sweet slipperiness of the honey lubricate that banana as it slipped past my lips. A bit of the honey dribbled down my chin, creating a glistening string that I loved the thought of. I ignored my gag reflex as I slid it into my throat and closed my eyes gently pumping it in and out a few times.
That was when the sound of my present girlfriend interrupted my reverie with a subdued cough.
When I opened my eyes she was standing there with a smirk and a few fingers touching her cheek as she enjoyed the show.
I gagged on the banana before drawing it out.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said past her smile. "I just didn't know that you had such an affection with my fruit."
I think I babbled some kind of incoherent response as she simply walked over to me and patted my ass. "It's okay, we all have our thing."
I couldn't hide the fact that I had a raging hard-on that stuck out like a flagpole against my pajama bottoms.
She playfully touched my cock through the fabric. "Your's just happens to be incredibly hot to watch."
She leaned against the counter and grabbed her tea, "Anything you want to tell me about?" She asked.
