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Wilbur is making a Reddit video, and comes across a rather cute drawing that someone has done of him.
"I absolutely love that!" He says, and goes to check who made the art.
"Thank you so much banana-" He stops as he takes in the name. The theme of bananas has been a recurring one so far.
"FUCKING BANANAS!" He shouts before turning around and grounding himself with the home home sign on the wall.
The incident is still on his mind a while later, when he's done filming the video. Wilbur has always been a banana man; they are just such a perfect snack, and provide a good texture for his broken tastebuds.
(Now, I have to add that I do not agree with Wilbur on this. I dislike bananas for the specific reason that they have an abhorrent texture.)
On many an occasion, Wilbur has eaten more bananas in a day than can be good for any person. I'm not sure potassium poisoning is a thing, but if it were, Wil sure as hell would have it. He wants to stuff bananas into his hole. He wants to stuff bananas into his hole??
Hold on a second. How the fuck did we get from an innocent love for fruit to Wilbur holding a lubed up banana to his entrance with his legs spread wide open?
I suppose Wilbur meant it literally when he said "Fucking bananas."
His hole is already pre-stretched a little from his fingers. Pre-stretched, as well as pre-sensitive. He teases his rim with a gentle circling of the banana, as well as the occasional prod. I am aware that this does not sound sexy in the slightest, however I do not care, and neither does Wilbur. Mans is having the time of his life, the little whore. Even the lightest touches make him curl, make him want to shove that banana so far inside him that it never sees the light of day again.
He refrains, if only a little. The banana slides in easily in comparison to some of the other objects he has shoved up his arse (yes, perhaps he had taken some inspiration from that Bruno Powroznik video) but it still feels incredible. The curve of the banana provides a unique sensation, and when it hits his prostate, boy does it hit.
Thrust after thrust has the banana hammering into his prostate and all Wilbur can do is writhe and moan and keep thrusting. Broken pleas leave his lips. Pleas for what, he is not sure. Just more, he needs more.
The hand that had previously been stroking his cock lazily is moved to grip the banana along with his other hand, giving him extra strength for a deeper thrust. Both hands now drive the makeshift dildo inside himself with full force and total disregard for anything but his pleasure.
The frequency of his pleas increases until with one last shove, he goes silent. The wave inside him that had been gaining momentum finally crashes. All he can do is moan and gasp as he feels the full strength of the wave taking over his body. Although he is cumming through his dick, he can feel the pulsing throughout his entire body.
It takes him a while to come down from that high, but once he is, he realises what a stupid horny slut he had been. He is exhausted and quite honestly embarrassed. Time for a snack.
Wilbur walks into the kitchen to see what there is to eat, and spots none other than a bunch of bananas. Fucking bananas.