Gay fiction

Banana Milkshake

Foreword: This is another piece of m/m gay flash fiction (which I finally finished after starting and returning to several times this week) is based on the keyword “banana”. Again, no context for this. It’s all just exactly what my imagination decided to conjure up.


Banana Milkshake

It’s two-thirty a.m. and the glare from the streetlights is pouring in through the window like a high school disco got melted in the sky. Like hell I’m gonna be able to sleep through this. My curtains have been broken for a week now. If that nice piece of ass Glenn hadn’t ripped the things down while I was fucking him last weekend, they’d still be up and functional. He was the one who insisted we do it right near the window where everyone could see us. But I’m just too lazy to fix them. This place is a dump as it is, so whether or not I have a pair of curtains barely makes an inch of difference. Except for these times, like every damn night, when I’m actually trying to get some shut-eye.

Speaking of Glenn, though, he was a seriously good catch. At least, for as long as I managed to keep him here—one whole afternoon. We met at the supermarket. Both of us were doing the weekly grocery shop and happened to reach for the last bunch of bananas at the same moment. I know, it sounds like some corny romance flick where a couple meet under overused and highly cliched circumstances. But, coincidentally, that’s how the story went. He had laughed awkwardly as our fingers came into contact with one another and the tip of a banana simultaneously, withdrew his hand and then immediately surrendered the fruit to me.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry,” he said. “You take them.”

I made eye contact with him and smirked, taking in the delightful weakness of his argument.

“You’re just going to give the bananas to me without a fight?”

He shrugged. “Well, yeah.”

“But don’t you want them?”


“You came into this store to buy groceries, came over to the fruit and veg section, wandered here to get bananas. Don’t tell me you don’t want them.”

“O-ok.” He scratched the back of his head. “I guess I do want the bananas.”

“So, why don’t you put up a fight, huh?”

“It’s just that…” He let out a shaky breath. “You seem a little intimidating, so I thought it was better to just hand them over.”

I took him by the collar and pushed him gently into the apples, a couple of them falling on the floor.

He looked panicked. “H-hey, what are you-”

“I’m not intimidating,” I said, staring him right in the face. “I promise you that’s not what this is.”


One of the security guards emerged from behind his podium and approached us.
He checked us both over briefly. “Excuse me, is everything alright over here?”

I let go of Glenn’s shirt and nodded. “We’re good, sir. Nothing to worry about. I was uh..just teaching my brother some manners.”

“Your brother, huh?” He narrowed his eyes at us. “Well, he got the good genes, that’s all I’m gonna say. Take it easy, okay?” He made his way back to the podium, pointing at us. “Oh, and uh…we’d appreciate it if you could stay out of the apple box.”

I offered a tight smile and turned back to Glenn. “Alright, here’s what we’re going to do. You buy the bananas, we go back to my place and I’ll whip you up one of my special banana milkshakes.”


“Why are you hesitating?”

“Because you’re a complete stranger.”

“Yeah, so what?” I scoffed. “I’m inviting you over to my house.”

“But I have things to do this afternoon.”

“Are they that important that you can’t drop them for the sake of spending time with me?”

“Y-you want me to come over to yours…to drink banana milkshake?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Ok, dude,” Glenn said, through a laugh. “That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard. How do I know you’re not gonna trick me into buying insurance or murder me or something?

Just take your bananas and drink the milkshake by yourself.”


“Look…” Glenn gulped and licked his lips. “What is it you’re really trying to achieve here?”

“My ulterior motive?”

“Yeah, you must have one.” He paused. “Also, what’s in it for me?”

“Well, aside from the fact that you get to taste the best banana milkshake in the West Coast. I-”

He cocked his head to one side. “What?”

“I think you’re really damn cute.”

“Uh…” His eyes widened. “Wow, okay. So this is actually a pick-up?”

I rarely get embarrassed, but I felt myself crumbling inside. What if he wasn’t that way inclined and I was about to induce a homophobic fit? Still, I found myself continuing to stoke the fire. It was worth a shot.

“Do I need to spell it out? I’m sure you get what it is I want.”

It seemed to take him a few seconds to let it all sink in.

“Well, alright then. I guess i-it’s been a while and it’s not like you’re not…repulsive or anything.”

“I’ll gladly take that backhanded compliment.” I laughed heartily and lean in to whisper in his ear. “I hope you like eight inches of meat plugging up your ass and filling you right up with steaming hot cum.”

I could hear the audible gulp from his throat as I let those words slip from my tongue. Clearly, that had whet his appetite for what was to come.

“Ei-eight inches?” he smirked. “That’s a little more than I’m used to but-”

“There’s a first time for everything sweetie. Come on, let’s pay for the shopping and get back to my place.”

“Good idea,” he said, shifting his jacket over his crotch. “I…don’t think I can hide my boner for much longer.”

I just caught the outline of his bulge beneath his jeans. “That’s what I like to hear.”

The entire car journey, both of us had been stifling full mast erections in our pants. It was more than a little uncomfortable feeling the tip pressing against my leg whilst a small amount of pre-cum oozed out. Although I had my hands firmly on the wheel and my eyes glued to the road, that didn’t stop my pulse from racing like the fastest horse on the track. Every now and again, from the corner of my eye, I’d spot Glenn tracing the outline of his bulge with his fingers. I wanted him to pull my zipper down and suck me off so badly. But in the interest of safety, I felt it was necessary to keep those fantasies to myself. We barely spoke, but I could sense we were both equally as excited to rip each other’s clothes to shreds and enjoy fucking each other senseless.

We got back around twenty minutes later, quickly stuffed the groceries away and headed for the bedroom. Glenn whipped his jeans off so fast you’d think he was running late for work. He stripped and lay face-down on my bed, his adorably tight bubble butt proudly raised right up.

“I appreciate you’re keen to get started,” I said. “But wouldn’t you prefert a little…foreplay first? Lie on your back so I can show you what you’re about to get.”

Glenn did as he was told and swivelled around to face me, leaning against the headboard and lifting a leg up to grant me a better view. His balls were round and beautiful and his pubic hair was surprisingly thick and curly. He titled his head to one side and smiled. He looked so sexy just sitting there, stroking his cock lightly as I slipped off my clothes.

I finally revealed the throbbing hard-on that had been pressing for release.

“Well, what do you think? It’s all yours for tonight.”

Glenn’s eyes widened and so did his smile. “Exactly what my ass needs.”

“Wait right there,” I said, dashing to the kitchen.

“Are you just gonna leave me here?” Glenn shouted from the bedroom, the desperation bleeding through in his voice.

“Don’t worry,” I called back, opening the fridge and taking out a container of banana milkshake I’d blended together that morning. “I’ll be back in a moment!”

I hurried back to my patient acquisition, and held the milkshake up for him to see. “I told you I’d serve you my special milkshake, didn’t I?”

“No kidding. Y-you mean, you’re gonna-”

“Damn right. It’ll slick up your tight hole real smooth.”

I was proud of this idea. It had never been tried on a partner until that point, I’d only used it as lube whilst jerking myself off. Naturally, the consistency of banana milkshake would be too thick to be a good substitute for K-Y Jelly, which is why I also sneaked some edible banana-scented lube into the mix. It had felt pretty good when I slathered it all over Mediocus – the name I have bestowed upon my cock to drum the idea into my head that I’ll never be as big as that porn star Shane Diesel.

I digress.

Glenn moaned as he watched me swishing the milkshake around in my hand. He bit his lip before turning to face the wall and kneeling on all fours to assume the doggy position.

“Fill me up with your milkshake,” he dared me, looking over his shoulder and teasing me with those beautiful green eyes. “Both types of milkshake.”

Oh yeah, that was cheesy alright but the way he said it was so adorable, and it caused my cock to twitch with a renewed sense of anticipation.

“You asked for it.” I grabbed a funnel from the side, and slipped the thin end into the entrance to Glenn’s ass.

He flinched in response. “Wh-what’s that?”

“Just makes it easier to get the stuff all the way inside you.” I poured some of the mixture into the funnel.

Glenn inhaled sharply. “Holy shit, that’s freezing!” His whole body shuddered.
The remaining few drops of the milkshake clung to the blender tub. I scooped them up with my finger and sucked the liquid off. It tasted just a good as the last time. I removed the funnel slowly.

“Keep your ass up.” I parted his cheeks and took a good look at how he was full to the brim. “We don’t want the milkshake to come out now do we?”

There was so much that even his stomach had started to visibly swell. I positioned the tip of my cock at his entrance, dipped it into the surface of the milkshake and teased the rim with it. Even this much seemed to get Glenn fired up.

“Mmmm. That’s a good start,” he said. “But now that you’ve got me in this mess, I want you to fuck me like you can’t hold back.”

Sensing the playful tone in Glenn’s voice, I rammed my cock into him so hard that the milkshake-lube splashed out around me with extreme force, like a rock being dropped into a river from a great height. Some of it coated my chest and face, whilst some clung to my pubic hair. The sweet scent of banana filled the air as Glenn heaved and writhed beneath me.

“Oh…god…yes!” I revelled in the fact that Glenn was audibly enraptured by my performance. “The milkshake and your cock make…such a…perfect combination.”

“That’s it, let me get right in there.”

I dug my fingertips into his plump ass as I thrust myself inside him over and over, massaging that tender flesh like it was a pair of tits—at least that thought would appeal to me if I were straight—but tight men’s butts are what it’s all about for me, and guys like Glenn really fucking turn me on.

Glenn growled as my cock pounding him hard and fast from behind. And I don’t even mean that euphemistically. The guy actually went and growled, just like a dog.


What a god damn gorgeous creature.

He reached out to steady himself on the window sill, but the curtains were already drawn and so instead he ended up gripping the curtains themselves. This somehow afforded him more leverage. Glenn panted and pushed his ass back onto my cock while I moved the opposite direction. The milkshake was pouring out all over the duvet and floor. With each new thrust, the hottest squelching noises I’ve ever heard from a partner gushed out, filling my ears with glee.

As Glenn tightened his grasp on the curtains, I could feel his muscles constricting around my cock.

“More..please…give me more.”

I took him by the hair and pulled his head back as I pounded his ass with even more force. It was just enough of a tug to assert my authority as the top. “Keep talking like that and I’ll come too quickly. Is that what you want?”

“I…I don’t care…” Glenn chuckled through mottled breaths. “Just keep fucking me with that meaty joystick of yours.”

“Meaty joystick?” I echoed, amused by the terrible description. “I think I’ll have to punish you for that.”

I brought the palm of my hand down so hard onto his right ass cheek that it caused a tinny reverb to bounce off the bedroom walls. At the exact moment I struck him, he let out a high-pitched yelp, followed swiftly by a satisfied, breathy laugh.

“Oh, you’re gonna smack me, huh?” He tried to turn and look at me as I gripped his hair even tighter beneath my fingers. “You’re making me even harder.”

“Mmm..” I let go of his hair and cowered over him, my chest tight against his back. My aroused nipples felt even perkier for the direct skin contact. He was sweating enough that the droplets seeped right into the fibres of my chest hair. He smelled so good. I reached around and took firm hold of his cock. I could feel the hot flesh throbbing and twitching there, and I was certain it wouldn’t take much to make him come. As I pumped at his shaft in small bursts, I angled myself in such a way that I’d hit his prostate. Then, I slipped deeper inside him, the milkshake dripping languidly from his soaked hole. Everything felt so wet and smooth by that point. I could have just stayed there, basking in the glory of it all. I buried my nose into his hair and inhaled. Who knew sweat and hair wax could have such a potent effect?

Glenn let out choked moans. “I-I’m gonna-”

But it was already too late. He bucked, shooting his milky load all over my curtains in jagged lines. He cried out and in his moment of release, gripped the curtains so hard that he managed to pull the entire rail down with them. It fell to the floor with a mighty clang, but I didn’t pay it any attention.

I was at my limit, too.


I spilled my seed inside him, feeling the warmth of my semen split the post-refrigerated freshness of that banana milkshake. The two liquids combined, swirling into a lukewarm concoction and dripping out so damn lustrously it made my legs shake with satisfaction. I unloaded the last few drops of semen and withdrew my exhausted cock, letting it do a kind of semi-flop in the air.

“Glenn,” I said, wiping my brow.

He sat back against the headboard, a cheeky grin plastered all over his face. “Hmm?”

“You’re gonna pay for those curtains you know.”

Of course, he never did.


And the moral of this story is that…I’m just too damn lazy to change these curtains.

Still, did you like hearing about my sex life?


Then, let’s continue with another story at the same time next week. Trust me, there’s a lot I can share with you.

For now, though, I’m going to sellotape a black towel to my wall and try to get some sleep.





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